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She's good for me.
The Milky Way is so clear. It reminds me of how very small I am in the big scheme of things. Up there, in space, my problem don't matter... so why are they important here?
The soft sound of waves rolling onto the shore is soothing. It's only interrupted by the occasional screeching of a nocturnal animal from the small forest in the middle of our island.
Our island?
When did I begin to think of things as ours?
It’s peculiar but also not surprising. All my planning is with her in mind now.
How can she believe this is a mere fling? She feels our connection as much as I do. Of that, I’m sure.
The smell of the salty air fills my lungs, but it’s the scent that’s so undeniably Ella that fills my every cell. Sleep is an impossibility when she’s near. Food no longer satisfies me. I hunger only for her.
Ella’s rhythmic breathing close to my ear brings a peace I never want to let go of. I pull her tighter to me, and she snuggles closer, a smile on her beautiful face.
She’s safe here with me. I wish we could stay forever, isolated from the rest of the world. Maybe we should, but how can I run the business from here? It wouldn’t work.
My mind drifts back to two days ago. I had to get her away from Sicily. Molinaro’s henchmen were spotted in Syracuse the afternoon she was there. I can’t have her out in the open by herself anymore. Alonso and Oriana kept watch, but having to stay hidden makes their job harder.
The thought of her alone in the countryside, traveling to every tourist destination in Sicily without proper protection, had me break out in a sweat.
I had to bring her here.
This island is equipped with the best security and surveillance money can buy, and nobody can get here unnoticed… unless, of course, they have help from the inside.
I growl at the thought. It makes Ella stir, and I kiss the top of her head to settle her again.
To be betrayed on my own fucking yacht by someone I had picked off the street and given a home and a life to is so fucking disappointing.
Rocco’s loyalty should have been guaranteed, but greed got the better of him. Santino had caught Rocco injecting poison into the dessert he was preparing to serve Ella and me.
When confronted, my once valuable deckhand pulled a gun and shot. But Santino isn’t my head of security for nothing. Much more experienced than the novice, he had him restrained lightning-fast and had finished questioning him by the time I got downstairs.
Molinaro.
Of course, it was fucking Molinaro behind the attack. I want to wring his fat, stubby neck… and I will.
The bastard bribed Rocco, offering him so much money he couldn’t refuse. Didn’t Rocco realize he would never walk away alive? That he would die either by Molinaro’s hand or mine?
The fact Molinaro has infiltrated my circle is more than troubling. Who else is doing his bidding? We know there’s another rat in our midst. But who? Rocco wouldn’t have been it. He was too insignificant and had no access to information.
Right now, I’m not sure who I can trust. Santino has started the long process of vetting everyone in my organization. If there’s even the slightest suspicion, the person will be dealt with, and examples will be made. No one fucks with me!
Ella’s frightened eyes and trembling body are something I’ll never forget. For that alone, Rocco deserved to go overboard. No one lives who crosses me.
I should be in Sicily or Rome and deal with Molinaro, but I can’t leave Ella right now, and a few days away from my problems will help sharpen my focus.
Mateo has returned from Tuscany early and is doing what he can to locate our enemy. I’m flying to Rome early Sunday morning to meet with some other people who’ve had it with Molinaro. Together, we’re better equipped to flush this weasel out and dispatch of him.
Until then, I’ll enjoy my angel.
We talked for hours in between my taking her. I’ve never had that and doubt it would have been meaningful with anybody else.
Ella, though? I want to know everything about her. All her thoughts. All her dreams and ambitions.
And the sex? It’s like she was made for me. And me alone. I’m surprised she’s still walking. I’m not always gentle, but she loves it, her body responding to mine perfectly.
