Marco’s laughter died as he realized what he’d done.
“Oh no,” he muttered.
Santino wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. “Perfect. You’re free, Marco. Entertain her.”
Marco looked at me like I was a live grenade. “Boss, I was just…”
“You laughed,” Santino said simply, already turning back to Matteo. “Now you deal with her. Have fun.”
I raised an eyebrow at Marco, who looked deeply regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment.
“Great,” I said sweetly, linking my arm through his before he could escape. “You’re stuck with me now. What are we doing?”
Marco sighed, long and suffering, as I dragged him out of the gym. “You’re going to get me killed one day, Aurora.”
“Probably,” I agreed cheerfully. “But first, I’m bored. Entertain me.”
He glanced back toward the ring where Santino was already putting Matteo through another brutal combination. Then he looked at me, resigned.
“Fine. What do you want to do?”
I tapped my chin, thinking. “Something that doesn’t involve watching sweaty men try to murder each other. Maybe… shopping? Or you could teach me how to shoot. Or we could go see that bakery downtown you mentioned last week. Or…”
Marco groaned. “You’re worse than a toddler with a credit card.”
I grinned. “And you’re now my official babysitter. Congratulations.”
As we walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help glancing back toward the gym doors. Even from here, I could hear the dull thud of another punch landing.
Part of me wanted to stay and watch Santino move, all lethal grace and raw power, but the bigger part of me was still buzzing from everything.
From the way he’d lost control just enough to show me his cock. From the way he’d kissed my bandaged hand like it was sacred.
I hated how much I missed him already.
Marco noticed my glance and smirked. “You’ve got it bad.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, cheeks warming. “You’re supposed to be entertaining me, not analyzing me.”
He chuckled again. “This is going to be a long afternoon.”
I smiled innocently up at him. “Consider it payback for that time you helped Santino kidnap me.”
Marco’s expression turned pained. “I’m never laughing again.”
Too late.
He was officially stuck with me.
And he lasted approximately four minutes before I dragged him out of the house.
“Errand day,” he grumbled as we climbed into one of the black SUVs. “I have actual work to do. You’re going to slow me down.”
“Perfect,” I said, buckling my seatbelt with a bright smile. “I’m excellent at slowing people down. It’s one of my best qualities.”
He shot me a withering look and pulled out of the driveway. “I hate you.”
“You hate to love me,” I corrected sweetly. “I’m the little sister you never wanted.”