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“The candles are melting,” Falynn muses. Her voice is light, softened by our relaxation. She shifts in my hold, sitting up enough to peek at me over her bare shoulder. “You never fed me dessert.”
A slight and rare smile pulls at the corners of my mouth. She has a wrinkle in her nose that’s fucking adorable, her eyes glittering. I admit her teasing antics are another weakness of mine. I can’t resist returning her playfulness no matter how hard an SOB I otherwise am.
I splash some water at her and tickle my fingers along her ribcage, causing her to flinch and giggle. She tries to escape, but I drape her in my arms and reel her back into me. Her spine pressed against my broad chest, I bite her neck.
“I never got my dessert either,” I growl. “I’m in the mood for a taste of that sweet honeypot.”
“Can I have some cheesecake first? Because I’mreallycraving some.”
A wolfish laugh rumbles from me. “We can do both.”
We finish our soaking and towel off. Our playful mood follows us into the bedroom as I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder to her helpless yelps. I dump her on the bed and then move to the landline phone on our nightstand.
“Mr. Sorrentino, sir,” says the staff member down in the resort kitchen. Shock drips from his voice. It’s not often he speaks to the guy in charge.Me. “What can I do for you?”
“I need every dessert item on the menu delivered to my penthouse. Immediately.”
Pots and pans clang in the background. He’s scrambling to make it happen. “Of course! Is there anything else you’d like to specially request? May I suggest our amaretto panna cotta?”
I glance over at Falynn, beautifully naked on our bed. She’s pushed herself up on her elbows as she watches me with a sexy smirk on her lips.
“Make sure there’s cheesecake,” I say. My blood runs hot, fresh desire burning through me, making me instantly and agonizingly hard. “And strawberries. Whip cream too.Plentyof whip cream.”
I hang up before he can ask any more questions. I have more important things to do, like pleasure the sexy Queen in my bed until she forgets her fucking name.
We sleep in until noon. Until I can’t possibly avoid work any longer. At least for today. Next week, we’ll be going on an intimate vacation to Santorini and Mykonos, just the two of us (and my security). I haven’t told Falynn yet. It’s where I’ll be proposing.
The ring’s safely tucked away in the closet, the same from our time in Portofino. I’ve kept it with me all this time, knowing it’s the ring that’ll soon be on her finger.
I roll out of bed, careful not to wake her. She’s so beautifully peaceful when she sleeps, I leave her be. Last night after enjoying each other in the most erotic ways possible, we passed out. She dozed off, tucked into my side, wrapped up in our sheets.
My men know better than to interrupt me when we’re alone, but I’m sure they’re waiting on me. I have an important meeting to discuss the plan ahead. If there were any way I could postpone in favor of spending the afternoon in bed with Falynn, I would.
Now that Papa’s gone, there’s no time to waste. Our family needs leadership and a clear and decisive direction if we’re to expand our influence country-wide.
Louis briefs me on everything I’ve missed over the last fifteen hours. He has this amused curl to his mouth that tells me he knows what exactly happened between Falynn and me last night—he’s at ease now that we’ve made up.
“What’s that look for?” I ask him.
He chuckles. “What look, Boss? Can’t a soldier like me be in a good mood sometimes?”
“It’s not the good mood I’m questioning. It’s thewhy.”
“Things finally feel like they’re back to how they should be.”
He shrugs as we finally reach my casino office.
When Giancarlo took over, he had a few things rearranged. I’ve returned the layout to its original state. According to Fozzi, my brother abused his drugs at almost all hours of the day and was often heard having arguments with no one. I suspect the no one was really our mother in his head.
Regardless, I’ve returned to my throne, and eliminated any trace of him.
I still mourn how the others in my bloodline have died, but it was for the best. Papa was struggling with his illnesses. Though it’ll always hurt that I never got to properly say goodbye, it brings me pride to know he wanted me to carry on his legacy.
Claro’s death is one I’ll never regret. My uncle let jealousy and bitterness rule him to the point he was willing to betray his family. It was my bullet that killed him, but it was his foolish actions that made him deserving.
And Giancarlo…it’s complicated.
Despite our differences, things could’ve been different if he’d wanted them to be.
