Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 Read Online Free Page B

have been running down a ramp, but she was distressed and hysterical. I found out later that the woman driving the car could not live with the guilt of accidently taking someone’s life and later killed herself. A complete mindfuck and torturous time. For me, for Jasmine’s family, and for the driver’s family.
    After the tragic event, I wanted to do something for Jasmine to honour the life that was taken too early. I named one of my cancer charities after her: The Jasmine Foundation. I designed a logo for the brand, a diamond sitting in an open palm. It was my way of dedicating it all to her. It was my last memory.
    The diamond in my palm reminds me she gave me light, hope, and encouraged me to be bright about my future. It reminds me of those little earrings she wore that illuminated her face on that one nice night we shared. A special time of losing our inhibitions and rediscovering ourselves just hours before she was tragically taken. The diamond, I found lying next to her that I held in my palm while I prayed and cursed is represented in my logo.
    Her funeral was hard, real hard. I thought I would not get through it. It brought back too many painful memories of my papa’s brother’s funeral, my uncle Genaro. But it made me stronger, and in a sense it prepared me. It prepared me for the death of my stillborn son. Another death later to come that tore my life apart and ripped out my fucking soul. But I was a stronger man. In a way, Jasmine prepared me for it.
    A few months after Jasmine died, I went back to Tuscany and spent time with Fran. I eventually opened up to her, told her everything. About the cancer, meeting Jasmine, losing Jasmine. We rekindled our relationship and that is when I decided that life was too short, that I wanted someone in my life because you never know the minute life will be taken away from you.
    Fran agreed to move back to Scotland with me. She fell pregnant, but I just was not ready to be a father. I did not even think it would be possible for me to father a child. They had said that radiotherapy could reduce my fertility. And if the cancer was ever to spread, I would need chemotherapy and then chances of me being fertile would be even less if not impossible.
    They had offered me the chance to freeze my sperm. It was the last thing on my mind. I was in my mid-twenties and busy building my empire. They did suggest that if I ever needed chemotherapy treatment, then it would be highly recommended. A must. I thought I would cross that bridge if it ever came to that.
    When Fran lost the baby, I felt as if I had been dealt the worst unimaginable twisted hand of fate. I felt it was probably my one and only chance of fathering a child and it was taken away from me. It was almost as if my dismissal of ever having a child and my negative thoughts were contradictory and my bluff was called.
    Fucking jeopardy .
    Story of my life.
    I always thought because I was irresponsible and reluctant to consider fertility at the time of my treatment, and my initial response was apprehension when Fran said she was pregnant, the big man up there decided it was not for me. He made the decision for me. I vowed to never tempt fate again and be a little wiser in the choices I make. I grew up.
    Papa convinced me to propose to Fran and make an honest woman of her when she was pregnant. Fuck, I did not know if it was what I really wanted, but I was nervous not to. I had so many regrets about Jasmine, the cancer, Uncle Genaro, and it seemed like the right thing to do. I was under a lot of pressure.
    After Fran and I split, I became the young reckless man I was before my cancer. I fucked any woman who threw herself on me without any strings. My old rule: I protected my heart. I drank, I fucked … I drank … and I fucked. Again, it was Casey, my therapist, who brought me back to focus and helped me gain perspective after my little sister, Orianna, begged me to get help.
    “Lucca, are you alright, boss?” Ronan asks,