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half-expecting to be shot as he punched in the code that would allow him entry — or at the very least to have the code not work. Instead, the gates swung open, and Luca had to fight against the feeling that this wasn’t good news. Isabel had been right; Diego liked to fuck with people. The bastard probably wasn’t smart enough for chess, so he spent his time playing with the emotions of people weaker or more vulnerable than he was. Luca could only hope Diego had put him in that category. It would give him an advantage if Diego thought he was vulnerable.
    The truth was, he was more vulnerable than usual, though he would never admit it out loud. It was because of her. Isabel. His pulse raced just thinking about her. He saw her as she’d been two nights before in his bed, opening her body to him, her luscious hips grinding on his cock while she rode him, long hair tickling the tops of his thighs when she threw her head back and moaned.
    His cocked stirred as he made his way up the driveway, and he turned his thoughts to tamer ones. Like the way it felt to have her nestled in the crook of her arms as she drifted off the sleep. The way her husky laugh made his heart feel warm. How tiny her hand felt in his.
    He wanted all of it with her again and again, but he knew they wouldn’t even begin talking about the future until they got away from Diego. And he couldn’t begin to imagine what Diego had in store for him when he got into the house.
    He parked the car in the courtyard — at least it would be there if he needed it — then double checked that his weapon was loaded and ready. He wouldn’t kill Diego. He’d seen what that had done to Nico and Angel when Nico had shot Angel’s father in London. It had been justified — Nico had been trying to protect Angel — but it had still taken a long time for Angel to forgive him.
    He wouldn’t risk that with Isabel. Anything he did to Diego would have to be sanctioned by his sister. Although a few broken bones probably couldn’t hurt. He smiled with satisfaction at the thought as he made his way into the house, senses alert for the other guards or anyone else who might be preparing to take him down. It would be just like Diego to let Luca think he was back in only to gun him down in the foyer. He’d probably make Isabel clean up the blood.
    He scanned the area around the front door for possible threats, found none, and continued into the house. Pausing in the foyer, he listened for the sounds of the men in the media room, but the house was quiet, absent the music and rambunctiousness that seemed to accompany the guards whenever they got together. Maybe they were all played out after last night, nervous to come out of their rooms to find out what fresh hell awaited them today.
    “Good morning, carnal. ”
    Luca looked to his left and saw Diego leaning against the door jamb that led to the living room. The man was quiet on his feet. He definitely hadn’t been there when Luca first stepped into the house.
    “I’m not your brother,” Luca said coldly.
    A faint smile touched Diego’s lips. “I see. We’re not going to stand on nicety then.”
    “I don’t see any point,” Luca said.
    Diego nodded, studying him. “Come,” he finally said, turning his back and making his way down the hall.
    Luca bristled at the command but followed anyway. Diego led him into the study.
    “Close the door,” he said, moving around his desk.
    Luca followed his instructions, watching Diego’s movements carefully as he opened a drawer in his desk, removed a cigar, clipped off the end, and lit it.
    “Sit,” he said to Luca.
    “I’m fine.”
    Diego sucked on the cigar, tipped up his head as he released the smoke to the ceiling. When he leveled his gaze at Luca, his eyes looked almost black.
    “I’m going to raise your pay,” Diego said. “Put you in charge of the security team.”
    It wasn’t what Luca expected, and it immediately put him even more on guard. Diego didn’t reward