Marked For Crime Royalty| Book One | ✓

27 - Count yourself Lucky

The desks were specifically for her sewing machines. He wasn't exactly knowledgeable about sewing machines and what kind she would need so he bought three different ones. The desk was big enough for two to fit on top so he had another desk that he would need to put in the other corner of the room.

He didn't buy the fabric yet because he decided to get fabric from the us. Italian fabric wasn't something she was so familiar with, but he did get her a few just to give her more options.

He pulled the instructions out. He did a little out of his own, a lot out of his own. He didn't build things, set things up or anything. He didn't even decorate his own house let alone his room. Interior designers hired by Anna did and it wasn't a spoiled thing, it was more so because his father never had to as a Don.

His father was more focused on being a mafia boss, not being a husband or boyfriend. Only two things he was good at were being a father and he was a great Don. Luciano knew he was soon following his footsteps if he already hadn't. His father said, there's no room for love. Luciano listened to that all his life, and truthfully he believed it.

Then he started to believe this, If you were able to have love, count yourself lucky. Something else his dad told him before sometime after his parents divorced. Luciano's father was lucky enough to have love, until he got older and he cheated.

Unfortunately that's how the family began getting bigger. He had a step sister, step brother, and three nephews. His dad remarried because of an alliance that just so happened to be with the woman he cheated on with Luciano's mother. Her children became Luciano's siblings. He never accepted them, except for his nephews, his nephews were his family even if it weren't by blood, but he didn't and he would not accept his sister, partially he would accept his brother.

Luciano thought only blood relationships be included in the business, not people who Are family by a document that could easily be disposed of. He didn't see his sister as his family and he despised her only because she included herself in something he felt she shouldn't be included in. But his mother always said she was family, but Luciano will never see it that way

Turning around in the bed, Teresa reached out to lay on Luciano, only to feel the side of the bed empty, causing her to sigh and open her eyes to confirm he was gone. Raising up, she saw his phone, now knowing he was still in the house and she saw that it was 4:30. She slept late again.

Putting her robe on, she walked out the room, still rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. She paused when she heard something slam in, like plastic or a plastic drawer.

Walking to the back, where she's never been, she heard more shuffling and she leaned on the wall, staring through the crack of the door at Luciano. He was pushing the clear plastic drawer against the wall and her eyes glazed over his back muscles that flexed.

However, her attention was redirected , noticing the room. Careful, she pushed the room open a little, grateful it wasn't a door that made a squeaky sound when pushed. Her hand came to her mouth, seeing the walls covered with more canvases of her. The two desks in the corners with huge and expensive machines. A red carpet inside, a gummy bear lamp, which she thought was really cool.

He still hadn't seen her as he plugged in the sewing machine and she walked behind him and when he stood up, she wrapped her arms around him, causing him to tense until her hands slid up onto his chest and her face laid on his back.

"How long have you been up?" She felt his hands cover hers.

"Maybe two hours or so, did I wake you?"

He turned around and she shook her head, bringing her hands to his face, standing on her tippy toes. He grabbed her hands with a chuckle. "As much as I want to kiss you, I prefer no morning breath"