it on.
“And?” he asked neutrally.
Adamo explained our planned living arrangements to my father, making everything sound perfectly reasonable. When he was done, Dad nodded. “That could work. But who guarantees Dinara’s safety?”
“Nothing will ever happen to Dinara. When we killed her abusers, I was her protector. Neither Dima nor you were there but Dinara was always safe.”
I gritted my teeth, hating how they discussed me as if I weren’t present. “I don’t need constant protection. I’m capable of staying away from danger and if necessary, to defend myself. I can kill someone.”
Both Adamo and Dad ignored my protest. “If I entrust you with my daughter’s safety, you better make sure you don’t disappoint me, because if something happens to her, I’ll find you and torture you to death with my own hands, and believe me they are very capable.”
“Dad,” I muttered.
“If something happens to Dinara, which it won’t, I deserve everything you have planned for me and gladly accept my fate,” Adamo said.
I shook my head. “You two are impossible.”
Dad gave Adamo a curt nod, which was the extent of approval he was probably capable of. “I won’t kill you today. Right now, I’m willing to give your relationship with my daughter the green light. Don’t make me change my mind.”
“I won’t,” Adamo promised.
“Does that mean Adamo and I can return to camp tomorrow?”
Dad nodded, but I could tell he still had trouble letting me go. I released Adamo’s hand and went over to Dad to hug him tightly. “Thank you,” I whispered. His decision was a risk. If anyone but me would have started something with an Italian, or worse a Camorrista, he would have killed them on the spot, but for me, he was willing to accept even that.
“Everything for you, Katinka,” he said in a low voice before he kissed my temple.
“I suppose we’ll have to live in sin forever,” I said with a relieved laugh as we headed out of my father’s office. Considering how conservative great parts of the Italian mob were, being together without being married would cause a scandal, but our relationship was scandalous on so many levels anyway.
“So you’re saying you’d say no if I ever asked you to marry me?”
I sent Adamo a warning look as I led him through the lobby. “Don’t you dare pop that question. We haven’t even dated for a year, and even then would be way too soon. I’m not even sure I want to marry at all, definitely not before I’m thirty. There’s really no reason to tie the knot.”
I wasn’t in a hurry to marry and had never really thought about my future in detail. I loved Adamo, but that didn’t mean I wanted to marry.
Adamo and I were allowed to spend the night together in my room, which obviously surprised Adamo judging by his expression when I didn’t give him a guest bedroom.
“Dad knows we’re having sex, so keeping us apart for a night seems pointless.”
The moment I closed my door, Adamo pressed me against it, kissing me. I pulled away. “I shouldn’t reward you for almost getting killed.”
“I’m very alive,” Adamo said.
I slipped past him toward the cabinet with my Fabergé eggs. Adamo followed me.
“You handled my father very well. Few men know what to say.”
“I don’t know your father, but I know men like him. I’ve grown up among my brothers, and trust me when I say no one’s more homicidal than Remo.”
“But Remo is your brother. He wouldn’t kill you. Nothing’s holding my father back.”
“You are,” Adamo said as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “Those eggs are beautiful, but we can’t take them with us to camp.”
I huffed. “They stay here. They are too precious and beautiful to ride around in a motor home.”
“You are as precious and beautiful.”
I nudged him with my elbow. “Compliments won’t get you sex. I’m still pissed that you risked so much. I would have never forgiven myself if my father had killed you. Nor would I have forgiven him.”
Adamo slipped his hand under my shirt, playing with my belly piercing, as he nodded toward the Fabergé egg in the center, the most expensive piece in the cabinet and the first egg Dad had gifted to me. “That’s your belly piercing.”
“It is. It’s my favorite and I love to have it close no matter where I am.”
Adamo nodded then his hand slipped lower. He popped open my button before he glided into my panties. His fingers found my clit and began