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“Babe, you close. I need you to be close.”
“I’m close.”
“Thank fuck.” He murmurs as leans his weight on one elbow and moves the other hand between us. I briefly wonder what he is doing until his finger brushes against my clit. Fuck me!
“Massimo!” I scream so loud as my body detonates into a symphony of fireworks. My muscles tense, my body trembles, my mind blanks, and nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing ever will.
As I float back to Earth, I feel more of Massimo’s weight on me. I encourage it by putting a hand on the back of his neck and stroking his hair. His warm cum is flooding my insides. Mixing with my own. I wonder if I should be panicking. I’m not on birth control. And now I’m realizing he didn’t wear a condom. Not that I would know the difference, but now I know I never want him to. I don’t ever want anything between us.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Massimo
A WEEK HASgone by since I defiled my virgin.
I won’t say those words to her or anyone else. They are all for me. Not only did I make love to her. I fucked her, hard. I took her on the bed, in the shower, against the window, and on the floor. Then when she was too tired to move, I ate her out like a man lost in the woods for a week.
I’ve gotten to have a repeat performance every day except for the next day. She literally held a knife between us and hand over her pussy when she threatened me. Told me she was too sore to take me again. Her threat had only made my cock want her more. I wasn’t going to press. I was happy to give her the day. Or two if she needed. So I drew her a bath to help her relax and soothe the ache I gave her.
Only when I got her in there, and she felt my cock on her back again, she wouldn’t stop touching it. I told her to ignore him. He had a mind of his own when it came to her. Well, so did she. She ended up giving me the best blow job of my life. I swear I passed out for a moment. She looked so sexy when she was done. She tried to swallow. My load was too big. It ended up dripping out of her mouth.
Fuck me. I’m getting hard at the memory. Now isn’t the time. We have work to do.
We are meeting with Ivan and his men today. He has his plan in place, the detail and strategies worked out. Our team will be backup to the Detroit Russians coming into the city. It’s another reason we are in the meeting. Ivan wanted open communication with us. Reassuring that the extra men were not to wage war on us.
We are meeting in a back room of a restaurant Ivan owns. There are twenty of us in the room. Three Italians. Me, Luca, and Val. We brought our own teams with us as backup in case we ran into any trouble, or someone at the meeting tried to double cross Ivan. They are stationed in the restaurant, in our SUVs out back, and down the road in a little cafe.
Four hours later, we shake hands with Ivan, Viktor and the rest of the men. We have their plan in place, as well as our tentative plan for destruction of the Cartel. It’s just a waiting game at this point.
Our car ride home follows our typical strategy. Me, Luca, and Val each in separate cars with our own bodyguards and soldiers. We don’t take a direct path home, and we don’t follow each other directly. A second car of soldiers follows each of us at a distance.
Ten minutes down the road, I get a call that stalls my heart. It’s Luca, he’s taking fire. Him and his men are ambushed. “Get to Luca.” I yell to the driver.
We’re two minutes out and it’s the longest two minutes of my life.
I can’t do anything but listen to the shots ringing from Luca’s end of the call. He either dropped his phone, or forgot about us to fire back. Either way, I try to find the positive in the sound. The continued gunfire means that our team is still alive, still fighting, which means there is a good chance my best friend, my Don, my brother is alive.
We round the corner and see the fight. A few of our men are lying on the ground. I already know they are dead. They will be honored for their sacrifice. Sal, my driver, hits the gas instead of the breaks. I see why. There are a few of their men standing in the middle of the road, still firing, and making their way over to where I see Luca and Al crouched behind their overturned SUV.
There is a loud thud followed by the SUV lifting into the air for a moment as Sal mows the enemy down. The gunfire stops. The enemy is dead. I should be happy. I am happy. I am also mad I didn’t get to shoot any of the bastards myself.
Luca and Al rush to the car. Luca barking orders to our support car as he does. He’s ordering them to collect our men and check the bodies of the others. Luca whips the door open and he and Al scurry in. “Have you heard from Val?” He asks. There is panic in his voice.
“No, have you?” I had thought of him earlier, but I’ll admit I was more worried about getting to my Don. It is what men in our family are trained to do.
“No. He’s not answering his fucking phone.” Growls Luca.
Al’s got his phone out. “I’m pulling up his tracker now.” He says. “Fuck. His sensor’s not moving.”
He should be moving. If things had gone according to plan, he would be at the Compound already. “Where is he?” I bark.
Al rattles off the location. It takes us four minutes to get there. The anger, fear, sadness, all sorts of emotions are rolling off of Luca. Val isn’t just his Consigliere, his adviser, he is his brother. His blood brother.
We pull up to the location and Luca goes white. Val’s pieces of the car are scattered along a hundred foot stretch of the road. The car itself is resting on its roof in the ditch. Bullet holes punched every few inches into the doors. “No, no, no.” Shouts Luca as he practically dives over me and out the car. I run after him. My gun loaded and ready to take out any fucker that dare attack us again.
Luca bends down. A small sigh of relief hits him. “He’s not here.”
My head snaps to him, then I too duck down and look into the car. He’s right. He’s not. There is some blood, but it’s not enough to be life threatening. “He’s alive.” I say.
