Rayne Pov,

After I spent some much-needed time with Dante, I put him to bed with Lucas's help, of course. He then helps me to my room, "Lucas." I call to him, stopping him from leaving. He turns and looks at me. "Yes, amore?" he answers and looks at me.

I was sitting on my bed, fiddling with my fingers nervously, when I felt his hands grab mine. "What's wrong, amore?" He asks me softly,

I looked up at him and bit my lip. He brings his hand to my face and gently pulls my lip from my teeth with the pad of his finger. "Bad habit, Amore," he whispered in a husky tone before he brought his lips to mine. I bring my hands to his hair and run my fingers through his strands as he picks me up and brings me further onto the bed.

I can taste the alcohol on his breath, which he must have been drinking earlier. Lucas starts running his hands down my back and up my shirt. I can feel the gentle caress on my stomach as he brings his hand up. I freeze and push him away gently as I am panting.

"Lucas I am not ready to do anything else," I say, afraid to look at him, thinking he will be mad. "I know we have a child together, but we aren't even together. I have to think about him and how he will feel about this." My voice trembled slightly, waiting for the anger to come, but it didn't

"Amore, im not mad. How about this? We take this slowly. Not just for Dante, but for you too." He says this as he lifts my face with his hands. I shake my head, saying okay, and smile. He brings my face back to his, pecks my lips a couple of times, and gets up.

"Ok, get some sleep, beautiful. I will see you in the morning." He says to me, and I smile. "Good night, Luke," I say, covering up and laying my head on the pillow.

Next morning,

Groaning, I roll over and look out the patio door. As I do, everything comes back to me. Being shot and almost kidnapped. Then the kiss Lucas and I shared. "Oh my God," I mumble and cover my head with my pillow. Then I remembered the bracelets. I jump up, rush to the bathroom, and do my business. Even though my leg is protesting, I push through it. I can't let it hold me back. I get dressed after doing my morning routine and rush out of the room, looking for Lucas and Dante since they are not in his room. Rushing down the stairs, I trip and almost lose my balance. "Whoa, there, slow down.". I hear Collin say this as he grabs me to stop me from falling. I look at him and smile. "Do you know where Luke and Dante are?' I ask.

"Yeah, I think they are in the gym. Dante wanted to watch Lucas work out." He says, and I shake my head, then head to the gym. I know it's in the building behind the house.

Walking inside the gym, I hear people yelling and cheering, so I rush inside, wanting to see what is happening. Walking through the crowd, I stop dead because of what I see. As I am standing there, I don't know if my eyes are seeing this or not, but I'm watching my three-year-old son standing next to the ring, cheering his dad on. However, what catches my eye is how Lucas looks standing in the ring, fighting one of his men. The way his muscles look as he fluidly lands each punch and kick. And how the sweat runs down his body. Is it wrong that I am slightly turned on right now? I think to myself.

I stand there watching Lucas train for a few more minutes, then turn to leave but stop when I see Nico. I walk over to him. "Hey, Nico?" I ask. He turns his head and smiles.

"Ah, I finally get to meet His hidden treasure." He says, smiling at me, but I just look at him confused. What does he mean by His hidden treasure? I am no one's treasure since I'm nothing special. I shrug it off and smile.

"I was wondering if you could help me with something," I say worried because I don't know how he will react to this. "Sure anything for the boss's girl," he says.

"Ok great. I bought everyone necklaces and bracelets you included. The necklaces are for the girls and the bracelets are for the men. I was wondering if you could put trackers in them for me." I say sweetly.

"Yeah, sure, but why do I need a tracker? I stay behind the scenes; I never go out in action." Nico asks. "Well, Nico, I've never been involved in anything like this before. And if I'm right, anything is possible. Which means anything could happen. You are part of Lucas's crew and his best friend, so that makes you family. And I don't know about you, but I want my family safe." I say, and he smiles at me.

"I will help you, but good luck hiding this from Lucas; he even refuses to have a tracker on him for his mother." He says, laughing and shaking his head.

I turn back towards the ring and see Dante and Lucas coming towards me. "They are in my room in the bag by my stand; can you have them done by next week? It's Dante's birthday; I want to pass them out then. He likes to give gifts on his birthday. So I figured these would be perfect since the bracelets match his; I still need to put names on them." I said, and he shook his head yes and said he could do the engravings also.

"Momma, Did you see Dad? He is super strong; I want to be strong like him," Dante shouts, full of pride and excitement. "Yes, baby, I saw, and you will be one day," I say, smiling at him. I then look up at Lucas and smile.

He walks up next to me and kisses my cheek. "Good morning, beautiful," he says in my ear after he kisses my cheek. I turn my head and blush.

"Good morning, Luke," I say, looking at him blushing.

"How is your leg amore? Also, did you walk down the stairs by yourself?" He asks. Raising an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I did, and my leg is fine. Now enough about me; Dante's birthday is next week. We need to start planning it." I say this, looking at my son.

"I wanna go to the beach, momma." He says. "Ok, baby, we can have your birthday at the beach," I say, laughing and shaking my head at him.

"Dante, wanna go get some breakfast with Grandpa and me?" I hear Stella ask as she walks over to us. Dante looks at me and gives me a pouty look. "Go ahead, baby, but you best listen," I say.

"Yay! I will, momma." He replies as he runs off with his grandma. I smile and watch them walk out of the gym.

I look up at Lucas, and he has this strange look on his face. "What?" I start to ask, but I'm cut off when his lips touch mine. I slowly bring my hands up, moving them around his neck, completely forgetting where we were.

"Woah!" we hear people cheering and whistling at us. I pulled away and hid my face in his chest as he laughed.

"Damn boss, you're finally getting a piece of that ass." We hear someone holler. But hearing someone say this makes Lucas go rigid.

Lucas pulls away from me and heads towards the guy who degraded me. "Luke, please just ignore him." I pleaded with him, but Lucas, being Lucas and the son of a mafia leader, can't let it go.

He walks over to the guy, grabs him by the throat, and throws him into the wall. He then walks over and picks him up again. "What did you say?" He questions, rage following from him as he seeths. And the guy looks at him with fear in his eyes and starts coughing. "Did you just degrade my woman to a piece of ass?" He yelled at him inches from his face.

I rush over to him and put my hand on his arm. "Lucas, please," I say, looking at him with fear in my eyes. Lucas sighs and drops the guy, then turns to everyone in the gym.

"I better not ever hear any of you speak about Rayne or any woman like this again; you are to respect them. Do you all understand me?" Lucas says, and the crowd hollers yes.

He grabs my hand and drags me out of the gym, and I follow him into the house. I can still feel the anger roll off him. I can see how tense his body is through the shirt that he must have put on after his match in the ring. "Lucas, don't worry about what he said. It doesn't bother me at all." I say to him.

"Well, I can't, and I won't let them degrade you like that. You are above them; they need to learn to respect you. You are with me. You are mine, so they will speak to you with the same respect they use while speaking to my mother." He says seething.

"Ok, Lucas, I don't know why you are angry with me, but you will not holler at me. So once you are no longer acting like a child who got scolded, then you can come find me." I retorted, walking away with my arms folded and not looking back.