Lucia stuck her chin out. She was jealous. She was fucking jealous.

I watched her, and the longer I did, the more nervous she became, shifting on her feet, biting her lip.

“Let’s go home. We’ll talk about it there.”

“This is my home, Salvatore. I’m staying here.”

I stepped toward her, dropping my gaze to her bare feet with their pretty pink toenails, before I took her arms and unfolded them. I attempted a smile. I’d been pissed when I’d gotten home to find out she’d run. Marco had tried to get hold of me, but all he’d been able to do was leave messages and assume I got them. But since my phone was in the toilet, I’d only found out about Lucia leaving when I got home around eleven at night.

But now, understanding why she’d run, I wasn’t angry. I was surprised.

“You’re coming with me,” I said in a quiet whisper. I didn’t care if her sister could hear or not. I also couldn’t have cared any less what she thought of me. I’d talked to Roman about the DNA tests, and I was putting two and two together. “Your home is not here, not anymore. It’s with me.”

Lucia’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw she wanted to believe, wanted to do as I said, but then Isabella cleared her throat.

“Luce, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I glanced at her, feeling only disdain as things slowly fell into place, piece by piece. I turned my attention back to Lucia.

“I’ll say it one more time. Get your things, and get in the car, or I will carry you out over my shoulder. But one way or another, you will be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

I watched Lucia swallow and saw how her breasts tightened beneath the pink nightshirt.

She was turned on.

“What’s it going to be?”

“Luce—”

I held a finger up to Isabella, not taking my eyes off Lucia. “This is between us.”

Lucia stiffened, looking over my shoulder at her sister, then back at me, defiance in her gaze.

“You can’t make me go.”

I grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She squealed, surprised I guessed, when I gripped her hips and heaved her over my shoulder, slapping her ass hard when she kicked her legs and pounded my back with her fists.

“I’m calling the police!” Isabella ran into the kitchen.

I ignored her and moved us out the door, sheets of rain soaking us both.

“Let me down!”