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“It’s not bad,” she declares after taking a bite. “The polenta tastes a little like grits.”
She makes a brave effort to finish her portion. Marco catches my eye and we offer to help her out. “Thanks, guys, I’m a little full.”
You’d be even fuller with both our cocks inside you.
I keep the words to myself.
A party of people arrives while we’re drinking coffee.
A short dark-haired man with a tall, blonde woman, accompanied by another couple.
I stare at the man and feel the blood drain from my face.
Ricco Framassi.
The boss of the Venetian Mafia.
The man who keeps a firm hold of nearly every criminal activity in Venice… from ticket scams to racketeering, money laundering, loansharking, extortion and drug trafficking.
The fucker turns around and his eyes land on Sefi.
My skin prickles.
I push back my chair and say to Marco. “Let’s get out of here. Suddenly, there’s a bad smell in this place.”Chapter FifteenMarcoI follow Alessio’s stare. He’s shared his work concerns with me like I’ve shared mine with him. I know why he’s stressing. “I’ll get the check,” I offer. “You and Sefi can wait outside.”
I pay at the till by the entrance to the restaurant. While my credit card transaction is going through, I think about Framassi. He’s rumored to be a multiple murderer and responsible for setting up a network of organized crime in the Veneto while forging links with the southern Mafia bosses. Alessio wants desperately to bring him down, I know that he does, but I worry that he’ll get hurt in the process.
Goes with the territory of being a police officer, I remind myself as I put the Amex card away in my wallet.
Alessio and Sefi are leaning over the railing on the small bridge outside. A gondolier has moored his boat below and is just about to cast off. An idea occurs to me, something fun we can do to take Framassi’s stink from our nostrils. “How about we go for a gondola ride?” I suggest. “Down the Grand Canal to Palazzo Lorrer?”
“Oh, wow!” Sefi’s eyes gleam. “That would be so cool.”
“Good suggestion, amore.” Alessio bumps his shoulder into mine. “Let’s do it.”
Within minutes, the gondolier is rowing us under the Rialto Bridge.
“This is amazing.” Sefi’s voice is filled with wonder. She takes several pictures, including a selfie of the three of us. With our agreement, she sends it to her sister. “I’ve told her about you,” she blushes.
I cock my head. “Oh? What did she say?”
“She said I should seize the moment.” Sefi’s cheeks flame.
I take her hand and raise it to my lips. “And so you should.”
“Best news I’ve had all day.” Alessio takes her other hand and lifts it to his lips.
We keep her hands in ours all the way home.* * *I meet Alessio’s eyes as we step into the bedroom after the gondolier had deposited us at the steps in front of Palazzo Lorrer and we’d hurried up to the apartment.
We grin together wolfishly.
Sefi nervously twirls her hair in her fingers, her eyes huge.
Alessio goes up to her. “You’ve got this, bambina. We’ll take it nice and slow. If, at any time, you don’t like what’s going down, all you need to do is tell us to stop.”
“Okay,” she breathes, twisting her fingers together.
I watch him undress her, watch her reactions. I like that she’s interested in him and me equally. Like that, despite her nerves, she’s not making a mountain out of a molehill. A welcome change from the women we’ve dated in the past. Kinky women who are up for anything, in my experience, tend to be drama queens.
I undress quickly and Alessio does likewise.
Sefi steps toward me, places her hands on my shoulders and begins to rub them up and down my arms
I feel myself relax, and a warm rush of affection fills me. I want to tell her how much I like her, but I don’t. I say nothing because I don’t want to upset Alessio. There’d have to be a connection between him and her before I’d admit to my feelings. A connection between him and one of our dates has never happened before, so I’m not holding out much hope.
We put our arms around Sefi and lead her to the bed.
I sheath myself with a condom I take from the nightstand drawer, then lie next to her.
She straddles me without being told.
“Brava,” Alessio murmurs, positioning himself behind us, his legs stretched out on each side.
He massages her shoulders, his long fingers and strong thumbs kneading her muscles.
She visibly relaxes and closes her eyes. “That feels real nice…”
His hands begin to explore, dipping down to the top of her tits, then back up to her shoulders. He does this several times before cupping both breasts and massaging them instead.
Her tits are beautiful, so erect they almost point to the ceiling. She groans with pleasure as he twists and tugs at her nipples.
