The fight drained out of her body all at once. Her shoulders shook as the first sob escaped her throat.
Ricardo’s grip softened instantly. He pulled her into his arms without thinking, holding her tight against his chest as she collapsed into him.
Her forehead pressed into his shirt, her hands clutching the fabric. "My sister is going to die!" Valentina wailed.
Ricardo wrapped his arms around her tighter, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head as she cried into him. He could feel the heat of her tears soaking through his shirt. "No... no... no... Babe, come on... Don’t do this, please. Hey..." Ricardo soothed as she bawled.
He held her tighter. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this. Valentina was fire. She laughed loudly, argued harder. "Listen to me, Val," he murmured. "Listen... this was just sheer bad luck. The gun wasn’t even aimed at her. It was a stray." He lifted a hand to gently tilt her face upward so she would look at him.
Her eyes were swollen and glossy with tears.
"No one," he continued firmly, "I repeat no one in their right mind would want to go against Luca. Hell, your sister is safest with him." He brushed a strand of hair away from her damp cheek.
"And you are safe with me, Val."
"Are you sure?" she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead slowly. "Absolutely sure... my love."
Then he kissed the tip of her nose.
"Your sister has an army protecting her," he continued quietly. "This is an isolated incident, I promise."
Her breathing was beginning to slow now.
He kissed her again.
This time on the mouth.
Gentle enough to pull her back from the edge of her thoughts. His lips lingered against hers, coaxing.
Then she melted into him.
Her fingers slid up into his hair.
Ricardo pulled back just long enough to lift her easily off the floor as he carried her the short distance to the desk. He set her down carefully. Ricardo rested his hands on either side of her, looking at her with that crooked half-smile. "Can we concentrate on us, sweetie?" he murmured softly. "Please... Val."
She reached for him again, pulling him closer until the space between them disappeared.
"You want to do this here? Now?" he asked quietly.
"I need this," she whispered.
Ricardo huffed a soft breath of amused disbelief.
Well... when she put it like that, who was he not to obey?
His hands slid gently to her waist as he leaned in again, kissing her with a little more urgency this time.
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