Marked For Crime Royalty| Book One | ✓

35 - Yacht big enough for Two

For once in her life in Italy, Teresa's eyes opened, hearing the small swoosh sounds of water. Her patio wasn't opened and even if it were, there wouldn't be any water around.

Closing her eyes and opening them once more, she sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and stretching with a yawn.

Feeling like she was moving, yet not physically moving a limb, her eyebrows furrowed, seeing unfamiliar things she never saw in what was supposed to be her room.

Sitting up, she was able to get a better gaze. Everything was so clean, fancy and cute.

Where was she?

She stood up instantly feeling something drape over her feet and she looked down, smiling when she saw what it was. Luciano's sweatpants. Because of her height compared to his, they dropped right down.

Letting her curiosity guide her, she walked around through the unfamiliar house, hearing water, seeing a bar.

Then her eyes squinted at the open space that she thought were a widow, but were actually no window at all, and she ran to it, putting her hands on the edge, as her heart sped up, her smile dropped and her panic settled in, staring down at the motions of the blue water, looking up and out in the distance to see absolutely nothing but water, water and more water.

Not a house, a Yacht.

"LUCIANO!" She yelled loudly, panicking feeling as if she's been kidnapped. She ran, searching rooms and rooms, not remembering exactly where she was going. Then she found herself back in the room, and she halted, seeing Luciano sitting on the bed, shirtless, with grey sweatpants, that he usually purposely never wore boxers with.

Always a third leg...

She saw the tray on the bed, a plate of berries and whip cream on waffles, a small bowl of fruit, another plate though smaller, with two croissants and a glass of orange juice. Stepping in utterly confused, he stood up, his eyes gleaming, a grin tugging his lips, amused by how his pants looked on her.

He took a step forward, "I assume you saw we are currently on a Yacht" He said.

" Yes. Luciano this is not okay" She said, disliking that she woke up, having to come face to face with a foreign scene. He nodded his head, bringing his hands to her waist.

" I wanted to surprise you, apparently, I've done so" He chuckled, somehow it sounded different. Sounded normal. Sounded like a normal man, amused by her shock, by her words. He sounded unfamiliar, but relaxing. He didn't sound like a Don carrying the weight of an entire Mafia, plus expectations.

She smiled, loving how relaxed he felt for once. No tension, no manly, professional posture, no hard dominant exterior. But the thought went away when the fabric of his pants rubbed against her causing her to look down at her feet with a giggle.

"What on earth were you thinking putting these things on me?" He smirked, slowly and gently turning around, with her back to him and pulled her in his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

She felt his smirk against her ear, before he placed a tender kiss there. "I was thinking..." He kissed behind her ear, down her jawline, down her neck, causing her eyes to close, her smile only growing wider. "How much I love you in my clothes" He whispered, emphasizing I love you, not sure if she would get it, and if she didn't there was more than enough time to make her, soon.

And she didn't catch it, Teresa mind flew to something else entirely as her eyes sprung open.

This is not Luciano.

Quickly she turned in his arms, startling Luciano a tad by her concern considering she was fine a second ago. "What's wrong?" Her heart pounded quickly, scared of the worse, but his eyebrow only went up utterly confused.