"That's his problem," Luca replied smoothly, his gaze flicking to the windshield as the car rolled onto the quiet street. "He has a lot of clients anyway."
"Its different in a way. I mean with Dante, he provides you various women. Its just me with you." Vee said.
"And you are more than enough. Infact, you are a full time job." He pulled her ear lobe between his teeth.
A sharp shiver ran down her spine.
"Are you saying I am too much for you to handle?"
"You know what? I swallow my pride and I admit defeat. Yes!"
The dramatic seriousness in his tone made her eyes widen first before laughter burst out of her.
"Oh my God! I bested a mafia God." Vee laughed.
"You should have that on a plaque. Fucked the devil into admitting defeat."
Veronica laughed until her cheeks ached. Her eyes watered from the force of it, her shoulders shaking while she tried—and failed—to compose herself.
And Luca… Luca could only look at her.
