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“I’ll tell you now that I regret a lot of things about how our story played out. I will never,everregret making you mine—ours. If I had to do it all again, I’d still force my way into your life because contract or no contract, I still believe that you’re ours. You were always meant to be ours. You’re our soulmate, our confidante, our partner in this fucked up world. We messed up more times than I can count, all of us, but we found our way back to one another because we’re meant to be and no matter what the struggle or obstacle, we’ll survive it all. I’d rather fight with you and then make up with you every single day than lose you altogether. Now it’s time for us to learn and grow together to become all that we’re meant to be.” Matteo says, and any chance I had at not crying is out the window. I’m falling apart before his eyes, and for the first time I feel like I’m finally showing him all of me. The darkest parts of who I am, and the weakest too. All he says in response is, “beautiful”, and then he kisses me so deeply that I get lost in it.
Every sweep of his tongue pulls me a little further under his spell. My eyes close instinctually and I feel him pull away and wipe my tears from my face. When I open them again, he’s licking his thumb and staring searingly into my soul. I’ve felt tethered to these guys from the beginning. I’ve never felt the pull be so strong. It’s like forgiveness sealed our fate and we’re finally becoming what we were meant to be all along; together.
Turning in his arms, I give my attention to Cohen. “Thank you,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face once again.
The cutest little crinkle mars his brow in confusion. “You don’t need to thank me. I haven’t done anything. I’m just happy we can all stop pretending that this isn’t going to be a thing from now on.”
“Red, you saw me.”
“Of course I saw you, you’re pretty hard to miss considering you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he says jokingly. I know he’s trying to keep me from getting overwhelmed. I appreciate it more than he’ll ever know, but he deserves this from me.
“No. I mean, you saw me. You saw beyond the tough girl exterior and the front I put up for everyone around me. You saw my damage and you didn’t run away. You’ve forgiven me for the mistakes I’ve made and are willing to give me another chance. A chance I don’t really deserve,” I tell him.
“Hey, don’t do that. We’ve all made mistakes. Big ones. Part of growing is learning from our mistakes and changing our behavior to allow ourselves the opportunity to be the best versions of who we are. Matteo, Ren, Noah, and myself are just thankful we have the opportunity to love you and be loved by you,” he replies.
“I do love you. All of you. It explains a lot that I feel like I need all of you to breathe a full breath. As we’ve all learned, I’m a selfish bitch and I’m not letting any of you go again. You know, I don’t even care why you guys left me anymore,” I say, a little shocked that I mean it. My stomach drops though when Matteo cuts back in.
“Actually you need to care. We’re starting fresh which means we need to be honest about everything, starting with the night you got shot.”
Seventeen
Alessandra
“Wait, what? What does that mean?” I ask, worried that I’ve missed something vital.
“My father; He called that night and it changed everything for us.” Matteo utters angrily.
I’ve been doing my research since I got home and I know the boys are up to something. Whatever it is, it involves Lorenzo and that’s concerning in and of itself. I’m just not sure in what capacity they’re involved. I was hoping to make a statement the night I went to fuck with Noah, because he was fighting at one of Lorenzo’s clubs. A part of me wanted to find him there, but the realist in me knows he’s been lying low as he plays god amongst the underground crowd.
“I know you guys have been doing something for him. Part of me sort of hoped it was so you could kill him before I got to him. Like secret spies or some shit. I’m still trying to decide if I want to watch him fall apart as I bleed him out slowly or if I should make his death quick and painless. There’s perks to both, really. I’d love to see it done and over with so I can sleep peacefully knowing I’ve removed some of the evil from this world. On the other hand, he deserves so much more torture than I’m even capable of and a sadistic part of me would enjoy making his death slow and painful,” I muse aloud, getting slightly off topic. Matteo wastes no time in pulling me back in though.
“Focus Alessandra. In a way you’re right and we’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him,” he scowls. “Anyway, he told us to leave you to die that night. We didn’t. Cohen and Noah had already called in backup and they’d already started working hard at saving your life. The guys and I were the ones overseeing your care at the hospital at first, but after Ren woke up we made the decision to listen to my father and walk away from you. We took a page out of your book and disappeared, knowing it would keep you safe. I’m not sure how Lorenzo knows so much. What I do know is he had an all access pass to whatever was going down that night. He knew too much and doing what he said was our best bet at keeping you safe when your life was already in danger. None of us wanted to leave your side. It was honestly the hardest thing we’ve ever had to do outside of pretending we hated you. We were really mad at you, don’t get me wrong. There’s only so many times you can keep secrets from us before we lose our shit, but ultimately we understand it and we’re willing to work through whatever we need to to get past it and be together. We’ve been doing small tasks when he asks us to make him think we’re obeying so that he doesn’t go after you. He said he’d place a bounty on your head of millions according to him and we couldn’t risk it.”
“What’s changed? For you guys I mean,” I ask, focusing on them instead of the threats Lorenzo used to manipulate them. I’ll deal with that soon.
“For one thing, you’re no longer in critical care with nothing but a miracle to keep you alive.” Cohen points out.
“And we’re done living without you. Simple as that. If my father wants a war, we’ll give him one. His one and only goal has only ever been to be powerful. It’s a longstanding tradition in my family to be an asshole and he’s the biggest one of us all. Greedy, selfish, narcissistic. Enough is never enough with him so he won’t stop until he’s defeated the one person he knows is more powerful than him—than anyone really.”
“Me?” I question. I’m surrounded by powerful people, but that hardly makes me the most powerful person around.
“You.” Cohen answers for Matteo. “Think about it. He’s got a grudge against the one thing that’s ruined his plans from day one. He wanted to marry your mom to gain a position of power that he considered rightfully his. Except he couldn’t because she got pregnant with you and then ran away. He finally got rid of you, only for you to show up right around the time you would’ve become of age to marry and be a pawn to the mafia on the East coast, where he’d never have to deal with you. He was building up his underground businesses to become formidable enough to defeat your grandfather and take control of the West Coast and then you went and met your family, met us, then reconnected with Ren and now you have more power than damn near most people in the United States. On top of that, you’ve stolen both his sons from him, you’re rich, beautiful, young, strong, and smart. You’re living the life he always wanted,” he says smugly, like he’s proud of me for unintentionally ruining some terrible man’s plans. I’m happy to keep ruining things for him, but everything that’s happened so far is just life.
“Okay, well then… what’s our next move?” I ask, not wanting to form a plan on my own despite my mind moving a thousand miles per second.
“Oh, see, that's a way more fun answer,” Cohen replies. “First, we’ll get these clothes back off of you,” he says, lifting my sweatshirt up over my head. “Then I’ll lick you from here,” he dips his head and swirls his tongue around my earlobe, “to here,” he whispers, running languid kisses down my neck, collarbone, and down to my breasts.
My nipples are hardened to painful peaks, and he brings them so much relief when he dips his mouth to meet one and then the other, before trailing his mouth down my stomach, swirling his tongue around my belly button and then further down to my pelvic bone. He pulls my boy shorts down as he goes, then lifts one leg over his shoulder.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says, only he’s staring at my pussy and I’m pretty sure that statement wasn’t aimed at me. When his mouth meets my core, my knees practically buckle due to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. Thank god Matteo is behind me so I can keep my balance. He wastes no time diving in like I’m his favorite dessert. His tongue moves to my clit, licking and sucking, right when he enters me with two fingers, pumping slowly and then curling slightly to hit that perfect spot inside of me that has me ready to worship at his feet for the rest of my life. My eyes close involuntarily as my orgasm sweeps through me. My cries get swallowed when Matteo guides my face to look at his strong, steady presence behind me and offers me one of his life altering kisses.
“Want to move this to your bed, love?” Matteo asks.
I look from him down to Cohen, who looks sexy as fuck on his knees and licking my desire from his lips. I don’t have any oxygen left in me so I nod my response. The boys don’t hesitate. Cohen moves back and Matteo swoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. They both step back just enough to give themselves room to undress and the show doesn’t disappoint. The shirts come off and expose their muscular shoulders, arms, and abs. The pants come off and I’m treated to strong legs, and the parts of them that I want inside of me more than I want anything. Thick and long, hard, and ready for me.
I reach for them and they both make their moves. They reach me at the same time, kissing me everywhere. I pull Cohen’s mouth to my own and kiss him like my life depends on it, tasting my own arousal on his lips. I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine as I reach my hand back and grab Matteo’s length, pumping my hand up and down, working him up until he’s so crazy with lust he can’t help but push himself inside of me. The moment he enters me, I groan aloud at the feeling of fullness. It makes me break away from Cohen just long enough for him to take advantage and move up the bed.
“I need your mouth, love.”
