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Alessio breaks first, his hot ejaculate exploding down my throat. I drink every last drop… it’s like his cum is soothing the jitters in my belly and calming my nerves. The knots inside me are unwinding and I’m feeling better than I have since before that terrible day when I was kidnapped.
Marco reaches around to rub my clit, knowing it will ignite the final spark.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” I groan as I tip over into shuddering ecstasy.
“And me.” Marco’s cock spasms.
He flops back onto the bed, and we fall onto him, Alessio on his side and me full-frontal. Marco opens his arms wide to enfold us in his warmth. The three of us hold each other tight… it feels so beautifully right. How can I even think of leaving them?
“Please, tesoro, don’t go back to America next month,” Marco begs.
It’s like he’s read my mind.
“Don’t go,” Alessio adds. “We can’t live without you.”
It’s not like Alessio to be dramatic. Clearly, he’s speaking from his soul.
I pull in and then slowly release a deep breath. “I love you both. But…”
“You don’t have to decide now,” Marco interjects.
I want to remind them I’ve studied years to have a career in the States. Not to mention the elephant in the room. An elephant that goes by the name of Ricco Framassi. As soon as Alessio has fully recovered from his wounds, I’ll leave for L.A.
I won’t make the same mistake I made last time and have Alessio getting hurt because of me.Chapter Thirty-SevenAlessioI’m taking a walk with Sefi in the extensive gardens behind the villa. We do this every morning, after Marco has left for work. A month has gone by since we arrived here… a month of me getting better, a month of hot loving with my two soulmates—for that’s what they are, no doubt about it—and a month of frequent meetings with my brother to discuss strategies for bringing Framassi down.
The fucker has gone into hiding, almost certainly aware that we’re onto him. We gave Pockface, aka Sergio Gallo, witness protection after he provided us with enough information to put the mobster behind bars for the rest of his life. Problem is, we need to fucking find him… which we will do, eventually, I hope.
It’s a warm early spring day. Daffodils nod their heads in the breeze and the scent of wisteria infuses the air. But the passing of time and change in seasons has brought Sefi’s departure ever closer. I’ve avoided the painful subject almost as if I’ve been in denial, but my convalescence leave will be over tomorrow and Sefi will leave for the States on the evening flight. Marco and I will see her off and then return to our apartment together. I’m dreading how empty the place will be without our beautiful angel.
She leans into me and links her arm with mine. “Don’t be sad, amore.” I’m constantly surprised how in-tune she is with Marco and me. “We’ll always love each other.” Her voice trembles. “Loads of people manage long distance relationships nowadays…”
“We need you with us, bambina.” I sound like a petulant child.
“You know it’s for the best.” She brushes a tearful kiss to my cheek. “Remember I told you Camila and I were being followed in Treviso? If I stay in Italy you might get hurt again.”
I clench my jaw… I can’t tell her there are no guarantees that won’t happen anyway. Comes with the territory of being a police officer… it’s a dangerous job. I change the subject and suggest we head back inside the villa. There’s a wellness center in the basement where we’ve been working out every day… running on the treadmills, swimming laps in the pool and relaxing in the sauna.
We saunter past the gatehouse as usual, ready to wave to the security guard. The hairs stand up at the back of my neck. Something is wrong… there’s no one there.
I reach for Sefi’s hand. “I want you to stay calm.” I lower my voice to a whisper. “Do what I tell you. It’s for your protection.”
She gasps, and her face turns pale. “Don’t tell me they’ve found us.” She’s visibly shaking. “I thought we were safe here.”
I pull her up the ramp to the front door. “There’s probably no need to worry. But I’d rather be overcautious.”
Beads of sweat break out on my lip. Inside, the villa echoes with the sounds of silence. Usually, Fraser is in view, dusting the precious antiques and paintings, and Maria normally warbles from the kitchen as she sings an opera aria while she cooks.
I swallow around the lump of anxiety in my throat. “If intruders have breached security, they’ll have cased the villa and will be looking for us in the guest suite,” I mutter to Sefi.
“What can we do?” She blinks rapidly.
Tension grips me by the balls. I touch the hand not holding hers to my Beretta, holstered at my waist. “Come,” I lead her toward the cloakroom. “I’m going to lock you inside.”
