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I suck on one of her nipples as I massage her other breast.

Her hands run through my hair, and we both moan as she continues to ride me.

“Bella, you better milk my cock,” I grit out.

“Fuck, Gino,” she breathes out.

She keeps riding as her breathing gets more rapid and her moans get louder.

She’s close and so am I.

“I’m gonna—” she cries out.

Before she can finish her sentence, we’re both coming.

She leans her forehead to mine and breathes heavily.

She moves her head to my shoulder

“You’re so beautiful, Jules,” I whisper in her ear as she collects herself.

We both allow ourselves a few minutes to collect ourselves before she gets up and we walk into the bedroom to take a shower.

THIRTY-NINE

JULIET

Mateo was found yesterday and is currently being treated in a hospital in Italy. Alonso and Gabe told us it’s bad. Like, really bad. He’s badly injured with scars and fresh cuts. He’s malnourished and was tortured almost every day in captivity. The doctors are so concerned about his condition and have placed him in a medically induced coma. Hopefully, that’s enough for him to regain his strength and come home.

Gino still doesn’t want to tell Vanessa, terrified it could all go wrong, which is understandable. But he’s digging himself into a hole I’m not sure he can get out of.

I’ve been waiting to call my dad. Last night, Gino suggested I call him to get his help with all the real estate he just acquired from the Russos.

It’s a three-hour time difference, so I didn’t want to call so early, but it’s now after dinner here.

“Hey kiddo,” my dad answers.

“Hey, Dad,” I reply.

My dad and I are close; I’m close with both of my parents and my little brother Danny. My brother is twelve years younger, and we have a great relationship. We don't hide things from each other. Well, I never told my parents that Gino and I were not actually dating; both of my parents assumed we always had something going on.

“Could you, Mom, and maybe Danny plan to come out here soon? We could really use your help,” I ask.

“Sure, sweetheart. Is something wrong?” I can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“No, umm, we found Mateo yesterday. He’s in the hospital recovering. But Gino was able to get the Russos’ properties in the States so we could use your help. You know, with you being a real estate mogul and all.”

He lets out a laugh. “I wouldn’t say real estate mogul. But I’ll talk with your mother. We'll probably be able to be out there in a few days.”

“Okay, thanks, Dad,” I reply.

“You’re welcome. Is he treating you right?” he asks.

“Dad,” I groan.

“What? I’m allowed to ask. I’ve asked before, and you’ve avoided the question, but seeing as you need my help, I have a right to ask,” he says in that fatherly tone that I honestly appreciate right now.

“You’re insufferable,” I joke. And I can hear his smile through the phone. “Yes, Dad, he's treating me right. I promise.”