Blame It on the Shame (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo's Story #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

you want my support in a few years or not?”
    My father nodded so hard I'm surprised his head stayed attached to his body. “Yes. Of course. Consider it done.”
    Bruno smirked. “Very well, then.” His eyes cut to mine. “Say goodbye to your father, Lucianna.”
    I flipped my father off instead and Bruno snickered. “So feisty.”
    We began walking across the front lawn but Bruno turned around at the last minute.
    “Oh and John. Two more things.”
    “Yes?”
    “One―the widow has a daughter around Lucianna's age.”
    He stroked my cheek. “Although not quite as beautiful.” I raised my eyebrow at him, but he ignored me. “Feel free to make her your new little plaything.” He lifted a finger. “But be forewarned, she's still very close with a certain FBI agent, and if she tells him―I'm not bailing your ass out of jail and you can kiss your future candidacy for Mayor goodbye. I'm not in the mood to clean up that kind of scandal.”
    My father shuffled his feet nervously. “Fair enough. What's the second thing?”
    Bruno's gaze turned dark. “If you ever touch or talk to Lucianna again. I will kill you. And make no mistake, it won't be quick. You'll feel every single ounce of pain...but not before I let a herd of doberman's bite your pecker off!” he shouted.
    My father trembled and his mouth hung open. Mine as well.
    I'd never had a person protect me before.
    Was it possible that someone so dark had a little bit of light in them after all?
     

    For over 2 years, Bruno treated me like the princess he promised he would. He wasn't home much, always out conducting business, but I never had to want for anything.
    He only had one rule- Never leave the house without him.
    And house was a bit of an undersell. His home was more like a mansion, located all the way out in the Hampton's.
    During those rare time that he was home, he showered me with attention.
    He told me that I didn't look at him the way everyone else did. He said I didn't look at him like I was petrified of him...and for some odd reason he liked that about me. He said it proved how strong I was.
    Bruno also talked a lot about his son, Ricardo. I'd never met him, but he said he was a disappointment...or rather, he used to be until very recently.
    Bruno's favorite thing to talk about was his undercover fight club. His eyes would sparkle and his smile would light up the room.
    I was astounded when I heard that his very own son was fighting in the club. Apparently, he was more than halfway through whatever contract Bruno had made him sign and he was amazed he lasted so long.
    When I made the mistake of questioning why he would have his son sign a contract that set out to hurt him in the first place, Bruno snapped at me and said it was none of my damn business.
    I shut my mouth after that and never brought it up again.
     
    The dynamic of our relationship shifted somewhat during the last 3 months leading up to my 18 th birthday.
    In addition to the admiration he had in his eyes for me, I started to see something else brewing in those dark orbs...lust.
    I quickly dismissed the idea, though. Bruno was 50 years old, I was only about to turn 18. I knew there was no way he could be in love with me .
    Despite his own looks which were more along the lines of dark, brooding and intimidating, rather than handsome...I saw the women he brought home from time to time.
    They all looked like what real women should look like. They had curves, ample breasts, and they were all tall and beautiful.
    My appearance hardly changed from when I was 15, the exception being the one inch of height I accrued, making me just slightly over 5 feet tall. Well, that and my breasts, but they barely even filled a B cup on a good day.
    No, I didn't remotely resemble the women that Bruno seemed to adore.
    And yet, he did tell me things he never told anyone else. There was an unmistakable bond between us.
    Not only did he protect and provide for me, he let me see a side of him that I slowly