Chapter 83. Prayers for the Sick

MYKAELA

I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be alone out here with him.

He was the older brother I didn't expect to meet. Not this soon at least. He was Don Luciano Tomassini's firstborn.

The rightful heir.

Like Enzo, he was tall and tan-skinned. Really fit. Handsome, too. But in an intimidating and slightly menacing way.

Leandro's physique loomed over me, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the warmth from my body. His raven-black hair slicked back, showing off the hard angles of his face, his beard thicker and darker than his brother's. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt, adding to his imposing presence that made me wish I didn't accept his invitation to spend the night here.

"Thanks for helping him." When he closed the distance between us, Leandro tipped the glass of wine in his hand and took a long sip.

I put on a smile. I tried to look calm as his lips stretched into a crooked grin that seemed both sinister and inviting. "Glad I cou