She was his.
Cesare looked down at the large, bulbous tip of his shaft, turning an angry purple as he continued to thrust into his palm,imagining Sabrina’s curves and all the ways he planned to take her in this very hotel; in this very shower.
He came a few moments later, to a fantasy of bending her over the bathroom counter and fucking her sweet pussy from behind, while he made her watch in the mirror.
Cesare spent the next hour in the gym, then cooled off in the pool before grabbing a bite to eat. He reviewed more of the case files strewn over the desk in his room as he sipped coffee.
The sound of an email alert broke his reverie, and he looked over at his laptop. Cesare tensed as he stared at the bold blue subject line “Hamilton, Sabrina Full Background”.
He usually vetted women before he went out with them. Anyone with his background and connections did.
But Cesare knew without opening the report that whatever was inside wouldn’t beenough; wouldn’t satisfy his curiosityenough, wouldn’t feed his cravingenough. He wanted to hear it from Sabrinaherself. He wanted her to trust him with her secrets; the kind of secrets he could only ever learn fromher.
The burner cell buzzed, and Cesare checked an incoming message before shutting down the computer and leaving for the local bar and grill across the street.
Larry’s was a sprawling series of buildings that seemed to have expanded every other decade; every time the locals decided the original pub needed to be bigger. On the exterior, each add-on was painted the same fire-engine red. On the inside, it looked like a tour of architecture through the decades.
Cesare walked through a maze of rooms that would only make sense in New England until he reached a room that was built in the early 1900s. It had thick brick floors, a high beamedwooden ceiling, and vintage windowpanes with original wooden box framing.
A serving bar ran the length of the room, and a few small tables were placed along the side wall. Sitting in the corner with his eyes on both the entrance and exit, sat Dante Lombardi. Ray-Ban Aviators on the top of his head reflected the bar lights, and the white of his Airforce 1’s immediately identified him as being a local investor or law enforcement. He wore blue jeans and a navy-blue hoodie with a black North Face jacket layered over.
Dante had dark hazel eyes, long lashes, and thick brows. His chiseled jaw had a five o’clock shadow, and a strong, straight nose gave him a rather elegant, patrician look; despite the many times it had been broken.
Cesare grinned wide, shaking his head, and approached Dante as his brother stood up to greet him.While Cesare was the oldest of the Lombardi brothers, and was over six feet tall, Dante was unquestionably the largest. Standing at 6'5'' and built like a wall, he got in a light punch before Cesare put him in a playful headlock and mussed his hair.
“Motherfucker.” Dante grumbled. “We both know I could flip you over this table in two seconds flat if I wanted to make a scene.”
“As if.” Cesare tightened the hold before reluctantly releasing his younger brother. No sense in scaring the locals.
“You’re a real ass, you know that?” Dante grunted, going for a successful kidney shot as they separated.
Cesare managed to contain the pained gasp that threatened to escape and sat down with his best poker face. “Get whatever you want. My treat.” He insisted, gesturing towards the menus on the table.
When Dante protested, Cesare shook his head. “When I tell you why you’re here, you may feel differently. Seriously, get whatever you want.”
Dante raised his brows at the offer. Evaluating Cesare’s demeanor, he sat back in his seat. “You in trouble?” He asked.
Cesare shook his head. “Not me, but a client’s granddaughter may be. And I can’t do the digging that needs doing and handle the legal side at the same time. Let's eat first, and then I’ll fill you in.”
Dante nodded, ordering two double cheeseburgers, fried chicken, and a side of fries. Cesare scoffed. “I meant it when I said to order whatever you want, but where the hell are you putting it?” He asked.
Dante flexed an arm, hazel eyes flashing with pride. “I’ve got to feed the guns.” He grinned facetiously, squaring up in his seat in true Jack Reacher style. “Now tell me, what am I really here for?”
Chapter Nine
(Sabrina)
It was Friday evening, and Sabrina’s stomach tensed with nerves. She stood in her bedroom in a mismatched bra and a pair of underwear, unsure what to wear. With a plaintive huff, she cast a glance at her phone and picked it up.
As if he were telepathic, a message from Cesare popped up on the screen.
Cesare: I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.Send me your address so I can pick you up, Sabrina.
Sabrina bit her lip and called him. Cesare answered after the first ring.
“Good evening, Sabrina.” His grin could be heard from the other end of the line.
“Good evening, Cesare.” She answered with a soft smile. She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a sigh.
