“Thanks,” she whispered, her confidence from a second ago wavering.
She bent, her dress pulling across her ass. Fuck. Me. She was so hot in this thing, and I had no doubt I’d be ripping it off of her by the end of the night. If I could even wait that long.
I adjusted my growing erection as I dipped inside, sliding onto the seat that Luna had sat on, and closed the door behind me. I turned, raising a brow at the other people in the limo. Lorenzo and Aida were on the opposite end to us, near the partition that separated us from the driver. Christian and Romeo were on our left, and Sofia and Rafael were opposite them.
I reached for Luna’s hand and placed it in my lap. This was the first time she’d seen Romeo and Rafael since that night.
“Drive,” Lorenzo barked out at the driver, and two seconds later, we pulled away from the curb.
The silence stretched between all of us, so many things unsaid. Me and Luna had witnessed what happened between Christian and Sofia. Romeo was staring at us, his eyes narrowed, no doubt thinking about the fact Luna had stolen from his car. Lorenzo was watching us all with a raised brow, trying to read everyone. But Aida and Rafael were oblivious to it all.
“Luna,” Aida said, leaning forward in her seat. “Have you met Lorenzo’s sister, Sofia?”
Luna squeezed my hand tighter, a silent conversation happening without us even looking at each other. “I haven’t,” she said, her voice surprisingly clear. She turned to Sofia. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Sofia grinned, tilting her head at us. “I’ve been dying to meet the girl who locked another Mafia guy down.” Her eyes sparkled, her lips twitching. I read between the lines, and if she wasn’t careful, Lorenzo would too. It took everything in me not to look at Christian to see what his reaction would be. There was no doubt Lorenzo would have seen the move, and then I wouldn’t have any choice but to tell him what we’d seen.
Luna chuckled quietly. “I don’t think I locked him down—”
“No,” Romeo said, his voice lashing out like a whip. “You just used him.”
I tensed, my nostrils flaring as I slowly turned to look at him. “What did you just say?” I growled.
Romeo shrugged. “Just saying it how it is. She’s a thief.” He raised his brows, daring me to deny it. And I couldn’t. He was right. But he didn’t know the full story.
“Enough,” Christian barked out, pushing his arm past Romeo and holding his hand out to Luna. “Nice to meet you, Luna.” He smiled, and it was the first time I hadn’t seen him pissed off in months. I had a feeling it was because Sofia was so close. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” My gaze snapped to Lorenzo, but he kept his face neutral. “I’m Christian.”
“Nice to meet you, Christian,” she whispered, placing her hand in his. I didn’t look away from Lorenzo, trying to get a read on him, but it was impossible.
“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Romeo grunted.
“Enough!” Aida shouted. “Jesus Christ, Romeo. Just drop it.”
The atmosphere tensed, even more than it already was.
“Drop it?” he asked, his narrowed eyes now turning on Aida. “You got no idea what she—”
“Yeah, I do.” She pushed her shoulders back, meeting him head on. I slid my gaze to Lorenzo, seeing the surprise on his face. When it came to Aida, he’d never been able to shutter off his emotions. “She stole the bag from you because her mom and dad had run up debt with Stan. It was either she stole the bag,” she held her finger up in the air, “which by the way, she didn’t know what was in it or whose it was.” She heaved a breath. “Or watch her parents get murdered.” She paused, crossing her legs slowly. “What would you do to save your parents from death, Romeo? Huh? Because I know I’d go to the ends of the fuckin’ earth for mine.”
“Well, damn, Aida.” Sofia held her hand up for a high five. “You tell him, girl.”
Aida’s cheeks blushed bright red, but she slapped her hand against Sofia’s accepting her praise.
“Who’s Stan?” Romeo asked, leaning back in his seat.
“The drug dealer my mom and dad use,’ Luna answered. “The latest one in a long line.”
Romeo pinched his lips together, staring at Luna differently. It wasn’t with hatred in his eyes, but interest. He was trying to work her out. I wanted to wish him luck with that because I didn’t think I’d ever fully work her out, but that was the fun in being with her. She wasn’t boring, but she wasn’t turning me upside down constantly. She was a perfect mixture of both.
“Your parents are addicts?” Romeo asked. Luna nodded, her hand still gripping mine tightly. “I hope they get clean,” he added.
My stomach rolled at his words. I hadn’t told Luna about her dad. I didn’t want to get her hopes up, not until he was truly clean and settled, away from her mom. He’d told me that they bounced off each other. Everyone knew that addicts could never be together for that very reason.
Luna snorted. “That’ll never happen. But I’m okay with that.” She turned her head as we pulled to a stop. “I have Mateo and the kids. That’s all I’ll ever need.”
I smiled at her, bringing her hand to my lips, and placing a kiss on her knuckles. “You’ve always got me, darlin’. No takebacks, remember?” She closed her eyes, soaking in my words, and when she opened them back up, they shone with unshed tears, but I knew they weren’t sad. She was happy, just like I was.
“Let’s get this over with,” Lorenzo barked out. “I fuckin’ hate these things.”