Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

I could just imagine Angelo whining when Lucien tried to get him up. He might love to be in charge, but sometimes it was very obvious he was the younger brother.

I pushed back the covers and stood, realizing how sticky and gross I was from what we’d done earlier that morning. “I really need to shower.”

“Hurry up. Lola is serving breakfast right now.”

“Wait. Serving breakfast? Like to your whole family?”

“My dad’s not here, but Sabrina, Lucien, and Peter are probably downstairs. Lola has to force Devil to eat in the mornings.”

Heat filled my face. “Do you think they heard us?”

Angelo grinned. “You did get rather loud.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

That made him frown. “You made me forget everything but you. Fuck, sometimes I can’t believe how I react to you.”

“I wasn’t thinking at all by the end.”

“Damn right you weren’t, and that’s just what I wanted.”

“Surrender?”

“For you to fucking relax and enjoy it.”

I exhaled a long breath. No one had ever taken me out of myself the way Angelo did. My brain had always spun so much during sex that I’d never been able to just focus on the moment. “I can’t go eat with them if they heard us.”

“If Lucien was awake, he was probably busy fucking the hell out of Peter, and they’re on the third floor. Sabrina’s a heavy sleeper, and don’t worry about Devil. I could tell you about things he’s done that you’ve probably never even heard of.”

I was torn between curiosity and disgust. “I don’t need to hear about that.”

“No, you don’t, and if we don’t show up for breakfast, Lola will come find us. She’s going to insist you eat before you leave the house.”

I tried to imagine growing up in this house with somebody making meals for me three times a day, checking up on me, and caring if I showed up for things. “I was usually the one who cooked in my family once I was old enough to. Otherwise we had takeout when we could afford it. My mom wasn’t a skilled cook, but she provided basic dinners for us when I was small. By the time I was ten or so, she’d stopped even noticing if I ate breakfast. I think after years of my dad’s drinking and fucking around with our money, she’d given up on almost everything.”

“I’m sorry. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be cared for. Go on and get cleaned up.”

The downstairs was filled with delicious aromas. “Is it really like this every morning?”

“Yeah, we’re pretty fucking spoiled that way.”

“You really are.”

He spanked my ass, making me yelp as we entered the dining room. Heat filled my face as Lucien, Peter, and Sabrina turned to look at us.

“Good morning, Cameron,” Sabrina said. “How did you sleep?” The smirk on her face told me she’d heard us earlier.

“Umm… good, thank you. This looks incredible.” I gestured toward all the food on the table, hoping to change the subject. I saw chocolate croissants, scrambled eggs, sausage links, a bowl of mixed berries, and streusel topped muffins.

“It’s the best thing about living here,” Peter said.

Lucien scowled at him, and Angelo laughed. “You know you can’t compete with Lola’s food.”

“No one can,” Sabrina said. “At least I haven’t found anyone.”

Lucien huffed. “If you’d stop looking in all the wrong places, you might.”

She tossed a muffin at him, and he caught it out of the air easily.

“Children,” Angelo scolded. “Less antics at the table.”

Lucien scowled at him. “Watch it.”

Peter rolled his eyes at all of them. They all seemed so comfortable joking with each other. You’d never know they were part of a powerful organized crime ring. They didn’t seem cold or dangerous right then, but I knew at least Lucien, Angelo, and Devil would use lethal force against an enemy. I had a feeling Sabrina was quite a force to be reckoned with on her own, and even if he wasn’t a killer, Peter was far more than Lucien’s pretty accessory.

I filled my plate and ate as the rest of them continued to banter with each other. The food was as good as it looked and smelled. I almost forgot why I’d ever questioned my attraction to Angelo until Lucien said, “Angelo, I need you and Devil with me this afternoon. There are a few people who need a little visit.”

I was sure their “little visits” didn’t include a nice chat over tea and cookies.

I glanced over at Angelo. His jaw was tight, and his expression intense. “I need to drop Cameron off at the bakery and make sure everything is secure before I go downtown, but first, I want Cameron to look at the notes that have been left after the attacks.”

I’d assumed he’d forgotten his promise to let me help.

Lucien frowned. “I’m still not sure we should—”