Marked For Crime Royalty| Book One | ✓

35 - Yacht big enough for Two

"Tesoro I-" She started shaking her hand frantically, and grabbed his face.

"Please tell me." Her eyes began to shine, Luciano realizing something was terribly wrong. But he had no idea why or what was bothering her so suddenly.

"Tesoro nothing is wrong. I don't-"

"Stop!" She holler softly, causing him to shut up, even though he wasn't sure why he did. He would have never. She brought her forehead to his, a tear slipping down her face and her hard breathing heard, the breathing heard just before someone broke in tears.

"Something is wrong. This-" She paused, sniffling. "I know something is wrong. You're never like this. You would have never done this. I-" Luciano wiped her tears from her cheeks, raising her face and he saw all the mistaken thoughts running through her head. Terrible thoughts.

"You are overthinking Tesoro. Nothing, nothing is wrong with me" Her eyes snapped up to his.

"I never said-"

"You didn't have to." He pulled her into him, her face in his chest and her arms wrapped around him, as was his. He laid his cheek on her hair, with a sigh, shaking his head. Was he really that bad that she would think he would have to be dying to do something so good for her?

He smirked, she was a dramatic little baby though.

Luciano walked back into the room with a mug in his hand, Teresa knowing he came from the kitchen. It had been half an hour since her over dramatic cry. She didn't know why she felt the way she did, but she knew it may have been weird for Luciano. He rarely saw her cry. The first being the time he held her when her mother kicked her out the house.

She smiled, staring at his back, Luciano sitting on the edge of the bed, on his phone while she was supposed to be eating the breakfast he made her. And she did, at least most of it. But she couldn't help but stare at him.

Through the mirror, she could see the side of his face. His jaw never clenched once, his eyes never hardening. He wasn't stressed, wasn't thinking, wasn't worried about any Don duties he had. Just a man looking at his phone, drinking his coffee like he would in the morning. This was the part of Luciano she never saw. The part she wasn't sure she would get used to or should.

Because it wouldn't last. But she would enjoy it as much as she can. With him.

Luciano, feeling watched over, turned from his phone, back at Teresa's who didn't even try to hide the fact she was staring at him. Instead, she kept staring.

Luciano set his phone and cup down on the drawer and crawled on the bed, sitting against the board of the bed and pulled her atop of him, her thighs on each side of his hips, straddling him. "Painting a picture of me in your mind are you?" He questioned with a grin causing her to giggle, shaking her head. And his lips cracked a smirk, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Love is art is it not?"

He stared at her, his eyes narrowed and her smile dimmed, remembering he didn't exactly take that word positively the first time she said it.

"I mean I-"

"Yes," He said, surprising her.

" Yes it is" He said, staring in her eyes, hidden meaning behind his words but they were more than clear. Teresa eyes flickering back and forth, searching through his. It was how he said it that made her heart constrict. So soft and tender, nothing how he normally talked to her.

Feeling the extreme intimacy between the two, only made by their intense eye contact, she broke it, clearing her throat only making him smirk. "What kind of Yacht is this?"