Chapter 20

Nico

I zip myself up as Lucky wipes her mouth, gets herself together and goes to sit at the furthest point from me in the back of the limo. She glares at me, no doubt angry at herself for giving into me. A woman like Lucky Gianluca is fierce and strong, that unbridled passion and need for sex, however, governs her whether she likes it or not. She’s like a wild cat, like a bitch on heat, there is no sense or sensibility when her body takes over her mind and even the great Lucky Gianluca cannot override it.

I smirk at her. My phone rings. She turns her face away. “No words?” I ask her. Lucky tilts her chin up, I guess that is the last word, she makes it look like she was doing me a fucking favor. “Listen Princess and listen good, this is your life now. You have no choice. This, being King of New York is important to me.”

“Fuck yourself, Santangelo. There’s still a month until the wedding. Anything can happen by then. And this coming to get me like your little trinket to go to some swank