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Holy shit, I’ve never been to the Italian Formula One Grand Prix. I’m out of my chair and on Tiero’s lap before I know it. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pepper his face with kisses. “Thank you. I’ve never been to this race.”
His arm snakes around my waist. “I’m glad it’s me who can give you this experience,” Tiero says as he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, the gesture full of tenderness.
It’s then that I realize how close we are once more. I clear my throat as I scramble off his lap, noting that he’s already getting hard against my butt. I sit back down in my chair with my face flushed.
“Before we can leave, I have to go out briefly. We got a tip off to Molinaro’s whereabouts.”
It’s the first time Tiero has ever mentioned anything business related to me. “Was it Molinaro who tried to kidnap me on Monday?” I ask, not sure if I want to revisit what happened.
“Yes,” is all he says, but after a moment he adds, “I went after him that night. He can’t go unpunished for what he did to you. But he slipped through my fingers… again.”
He gets out of his chair and crouches before me; the gesture so similar to the day we met. My heart speeds up at his nearness… just like it did back then.
Tiero takes my face in his hands and lovingly strokes my cheeks. “I promise you, he’ll never touch you again.”
His eyes look haunted… and determined. And I know Tiero won’t rest until he finds and eliminates his enemy. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I get Molinaro is bad news, but aren’t there different ways to deal with someone like him?
I stay silent, though. What is there to say?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Gualtiero
Theexecutionofmygrand gesture is going better than expected. We arrived in Monza on the De Marco jet in the early afternoon.
Ella has been excited ever since I told her about our plan. She’s fully latched onto it, probably in an attempt to forget about what she’s been through earlier this week.
Alonso is now in a stable condition. Though the doctors are leaving him in an induced coma for a little longer.
Ella was so relieved. I’ve known for a while she liked Alonso… only as a friend, of course. He’d never be stupid enough to cross any lines with her. I value his service, and while I don’t encourage any friendships with staff, I’m grateful he’s been there for Ella.
Though, his rapport with her might impede his ability to do his job properly… if he ever makes a full recovery. That’s not at all certain yet.
Ella’s kind heart reaches out to everyone. She could never be aloof and distant from the people around her. And they like her right back.
I’ve seen it happen with everyone who spends any time with her, apart from Oriana.
Ella’s light touches people’s hearts. It’s her gift to the world. Even Santino has a soft spot for her.
Unfortunately, the tip off we received about Molinaro’s location turned into a cold chase. The fucker yet again slipped through the net, his mole doing a fabulous job of warning him just in the nick of time.
I will find Molinaro before too long. Santino and I are working on a trap that will flush him and his mole into the open. God help them both when I get my hands on them.
For the next few days, though, I plan on enjoying my time with Ella. Her happiness is all that matters right now and nothing will stand in the way of that.
We’ve taken up residence in an eighteen-bedroom mansion on the outskirts of town. It’s even larger than my place in Sicily. It’s a little over the top, but it was the only villa in the area with impeccable security, and a ten-foot wall surrounding the property.
Laid out in a horseshoe shape, the center building boasts two stories, and the upper level has been prepared for Ella and me.
The left wing will house all the security staff and the right wing will be for guests. Mateo is planning on joining us, curious to see what the whole motor racing fuss is all about.
Ella’s reaction when she saw where we’re staying was priceless. Her eyes widened almost comically, and when the house came into view, her mouth dropped open and didn’t shut for a while.
Even I have to admit, the property is impressive. If all goes well, I’ll buy it for her, and we can come here every year.
There are a few hours of daylight left, and Ella and I are exploring the house which, according to the realtor is a jewel of Renaissance architecture. Though it was built in the early fifteen hundred, it has all the modern creature comforts, but the additions and upgrades managed to retain the charm of the original building.
Ella is taken with the place, and my resolve to gift it to her grows by the minute.
