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“You, mia regina senza nome, are growing your wings. You are becoming who you were born to be.”
“And who’s that?”
“The queen of one of the world’s most notorious mafia families.Myqueen.”
“I’m not a queen, Theo. I shut myself in my room, because I can’t even stand to look at you when you’re hurt like this. How is that queen material?”
“It’s because you care, bella. That’s why it hurts you the way it does. You can feel however you feel, Holly. There is nothing wrong with it. But know that, no matter what, I’ll do whatever I can to prevent you from ever getting your hands dirty. You might want to hurt someone right now, but I’d have you tied to the fucking bed before I’d ever let you go out on a rampage.”
I look over at the bed, the idea of being tied down to it not an unpleasant one at all. “Are you really going to be okay?” I ask him.
“It’ll take a lot more than this to knock me out of the game. I’ll be fine.”
* * *
Theo is passed out in bed. The doctor came and looked him over. Apparently, they’re all a bunch of superficial injuries. I tried to tell Theo he needed a second opinion—to which, the doctor glared at me and told me I didn’t know what I was talking about. Then the grumpy old man snapped his medical bag shut and left. Neo followed behind him, though I half expected him to come back to check on his cousin. But he didn’t.
I helped Theo shower and made him climb into bed. But I haven’t been able to get to sleep myself. The sun is starting to shine through the windows, and I’m exhausted. I have a meeting at my new school today. And I have to be there in… three hours. My eyes are probably puffy from crying and the lack of sleep.Great, that’s exactly the kind of first impression I wanted to make on my employers.I’m due to start next week, which I’m thankful for, because I could honestly use the distraction. The only thoughts that seem to reside in my mind lately are that of Theo.
“Mmm, your thinking woke me up, Hol.” Theo’s gravelly voice has me turning my head towards him. The arm he’s had thrown over me all night tightens as he drags my body closer to his.
“Sorry, I’m just nervous.”
“What about?”
“I have a meeting at the school today. I look like crap. And I just… I don’t know. What if they don’t like me?”
“Dolcezza, if they don’t like you, then they’re fucking idiots and I can put a hit out.”
I screw my face up at him. I’m sure he’s joking.He has to be, right?“You are joking, right?” I repeat the question out loud this time. “You wouldn’t actually put a hit out on someone, just because they didn’t like me.”
“Ah, sure, let’s go with that.” He laughs.
Yeah, not convincing. There’s also the tiny detail that he’s havingthatdinner.The engagement announcement.I feel nauseous every time I think about it. “You have that family dinner tonight, with Lana, right?” I ask, like it’s not a fact I’ve obsessed over.
“Yep, but I’ll be here right after. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a family thing, nothing else.”
“It’s your wedding date announcement, Theo. That’s not just dinner.”
“It’s not happening. I’m close to figuring a way out of it.” I’m not sure he actually is, but for the sake of my heart, I really hope so.
I’ve met Lana for coffee twice this week. She swears up and down there is no chance in hell she’ll ever go through with this marriage, and that if Theo doesn’t find a way out of it, then she has something up her sleeve. I want to believe them. They know the world they live in. And I’m just a bystander really. What do I know about the inner workings of the bloody mafia? Nothing, that’s what.
“How about we get up, and I take you to Helena’s for breakfast before you go to your meeting?Or…we could stay here, and I could have you for breakfast.”
“Mmm, I think I’ll take option two,” I murmur as T’s head is already traveling south.
ChapterSeventeen
My whole body fucking aches as my mouth trails all the way down Holly’s torso. I don’t care how much agony I’m in; there is nothing that will stop me from getting my taste of her. I lift her shirt to find her pussy bare, ready, and waiting for me to get my fill. The problem is: it’s never enough. No matter how long I spend down here, I want more. I want everything she has to give.
My tongue swipes up the center of her clit, slowly circling around before I thrust it inside her opening. Her sweet juices fill my mouth as I suck, lick, and nibble her. Her moans are music to my ears, giving me all the encouragement I need to continue pushing her over. I bring her to the edge, only to back off slightly until her thighs clamp around my head and her fingers tangle in my hair. She holds my head in place.
“Please,” she says.
“Please what?” Lifting my neck slightly, I allow my eyes to meet hers.
“You know what, T. Don’t do this to me.”
