Veiled Amor by V. Theia

THIRTY-FIVE

“Her future was bright. Her future was Mercado.” - Lucia

 

 

After a night of epic sex with her man, Lucia woke feeling better.

The groan underneath her let her know Capone was awake too. She lifted her head and watched his eyes drowsily open.

Ugh, she’d never tire of looking at his face.

There was no doubt after yesterday that she’d do anything for him.

Like he’d do anything for her.

Their love was strong.

It was unbreakable, no matter what the obstacles put in front of them.

She’d known Capone would come after her.

For love, she had to be brutal, to go into what they’d done with her eyes wide open.

Fantasies and daydreams had kept her going for years, but the reality of Capone, living each day with him, was so much better.

She was laid on top of him again. He joked she pinned him like a wrestler. Lucia had no notion of doing it. Usually, she fell asleep curled up on his side or with Capone spooning her. In the night, she’d crawl on top of him like a heavy brick. Seeing as he never pushed her to the floor, he liked it, that big fibber.

“You smell good,” he groaned into her neck, his hand had already slid under the sheets to dive into her panties. “We’ll fuck again and then get food before we leave.”

He’d already worked her up into a moaning wreck when she asked, “why does sex come before food?” Capone didn’t miss a beat attaching his mouth to her breast, “because my cock isn’t as patient as your belly is. Now ride your man and get it, nena.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Yes, sir, boss.” She saluted, but he made her groan when he toyed with her nipples. The wicked man knew how to work her body better than she did. “But you’re buying me cake too for making me wait.”

“Cake for breakfast?” He started her moving with hands on her hips, so impatient was her man. She complied by riding him slowly, the pleasure already started in the pit of her stomach.

“Why not? I’m having a sexy biker for breakfast too.”

His smirk was everything wicked and sinful, and it was the start of the end because first breakfast took over.

“Ughn. I love how you fuck my stresses away.”

A rumble of laughter traveled through her shoulder where his mouth rested. “Me and my dick are on standby, nena, for whenever you need treatment.”

They fucked and then showered. After meeting up with the other three to say bye to his old club brothers, they climbed into the rented Hummer and headed to a favorite café not far, and fed their faces until Lucia was stuffed.

“We need to make a stop first,” she told the car as they piled back in, when she gave Preacher the address for the GPS, Capone’s head whipped her way, his eyes darkened, “Lucia.”

“Baby, we have time.” She gripped his hand.

It was long overdue, and Capone climbed out of the Hummer after her, some fifteen minutes later, when Preacher pulled the car into the private cemetery. Lucia wasn’t new to the cemetery, she always came once a month to bring fresh flowers. She also knew Capone had paid almost half a million dollars for the marble building housing his family, but he’d never once been here. She clutched his hand in both of hers and kissed his shoulder, “Let’s say hi to your family before we leave, baby.”

Her man had been playful all morning, but now he stood stoically at the mausoleum entrance. Lucia loved Capone taking the lead, she was more than happy with how he dictated their sex life or protected her. But in this, she had to be more than the shy, passive girl. With her arms full of flowers she’d bought at the side of the road, she cuddled up against him and led him down the four steps.

Lucia placed the flowers and then pressed her hand in support against Capone’s spine. She watched him touch each stone slab on the wall with the name plaques identifying his parents and siblings. He spoke in low, murmured Spanish, and Lucia’s heart hiccupped when he got to Santiago’s vault. “I miss you, you little shit.” He said.

Some pain would never fully disperse, but she could be his rock when grief stole Capone’s heart. She could be the one who understood his grief because she loved and missed his family too. He curled an arm around her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“You are a blessing, Lucia.”

“And you are my dream.”

“Thanks for this.”

She stroked a palm over his heart. “You take care of me. I take care of you.”

In life, that was what was most important.

She’d grown up surrounded by materialism.

But having stuff didn’t nourish her heart as Capone did.

You could acquire things.

But you couldn’t buy amor.

And Capone was every inch heramor, even when it had been veiled from everyone.

She hung back when he climbed the steps, turning to his mom’s vault. The pair had been so close, and Lucia missed mama Mercado something fierce.

“I’ll make sure he’s happy, mama, you don’t have to worry about our Giancarlo anymore. I have him. We miss you.”

He was waiting outside, and his arms wrapped around her again.

“Let’s go.”

During breakfast and then the long drive to the airport, Lucia learned a lot about Capone and his friends. Preacher was the loud one who volunteered all the stories about her man. Reaper was the quiet one, but he laughed easily, and Texas was the biker who watched his language in front of her.

She thought they were pretty freaking fantastic.

“Guys. Guys,” she repeated over their rabble, “can I be in your gang too?”

As an amused collective, they replied, “It’s not a gang, it’s a club,” and Lucia burst out in joyful laughter.

She shouldn’t feel this free, this light-headed, but she did. Maybe it made her wicked or heartless, but she felt too much for the man holding her on his lap. He lifted his brow as if to ask if she were okay, and Lucia nodded, peppering his face with kisses like a persistent cocker spaniel.

She was more than okay.

Happy.

Home.

Tangible reasons forced them apart.

But she wondered if they needed to go through what they did to arrive at the place they were at now.

Maybe it made them different people, but Lucia liked who she was, and she adored the man Capone was.

She intended to love him hard.

She didn’t know she was grinding on his lap until his fingers dug into her hips, making her moan into his neck. “Mi amor, take it easy on me. We have a few miles yet until I can fuck you like you need it.”

Well, shit. That felt too long. She needed him now. Just a little of Capone would hold her over. She hovered her mouth against his raging vein and sucked until he grunted and pinched her ass.

Lucia shoved her fingers under his shirt until she found the ridges of his stomach and cuddled in. “I love you even though you make me wait.”

“I love you even though you torture me.”

“If you two are gonna get your freak on back there, don’t make me crash. My Ruby wants me home in one piece with all the Florida Taffy I’ve carted back for her.” Called out Preacher over the booming sounds of Romeo Santos.

She laughed, but the air evaporated from her lungs when the mouth at her ear whispered words only for her. “You saved me, Lucia.”

Her heart stopped. And restarted.

Their eyes locked, and she saw the love she felt coming back at her tenfold.

Ahh, god. The heart on this brooding biker, she idolized him.

And he was half right because they’d saved each other.

“You’re becoming so romantic,” she preened, stroking over his goatee, she pinched the ear gauge and that’s when her dirty biker smirked something sinful. “I am when I want your mouth around my dick.”

Ahh, there he was.

Lucia’s mouth watered when she felt him stiffen against her hip.

She laughed and hugged him and didn’t stop until they were home.

They had a life to begin.

And it began by pouncing on a biker with a dark soul and a heart as big as the world.

It was her heart.

All hers.

No longer veiled.