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“They are going to come for me. For us,” I say with panted breaths. “The cartel. My father. This isn’t over.” The words send my stomach swirling, and my heart palpitates as my anxiety skyrockets just thinking about the detailed plans of attack both are probably constructing right at this very minute. “They won’t let us get away with what we did.”
“As soon as I’m done feasting on this pussy, we’re coming up with a plan. No one will ever take you away from me again. I’ll die before I allow anyone else to touch what’s mine.Farei qualsiasi cosa per te.”
I would do anything for you.
He pauses to slowly lick my slit, which is already so wet and ready for him.
For only him. Despite everything.
“Non posso vivere senza di te,” he whispers before kissing my center. “I can’t live without you.”
She’s right.We have enemies from all sides closing in on us. The Amatos. The Blood Syndicate. Both are going to be scheming and devising their attacks on us, thirsty for blood.
And I know more than anyone what a thirst for blood does to a man.
Giana wants to be let in on all of our family business, and while I have no problem letting her in, because my father was never a traditional man when it came to keeping my mother out of the loop, I need to protect her.
My father always let my mother in. She demanded it. So I’m not a stranger to a strong woman in my presence, but it doesn’t mean I can just flip the switch off. I need to protect her.
Thoughts of her vowing to stand next to me to avenge my sister and my wife only serve as another reminder of what an unbelievable woman Giana is. She’s willing to take down her own father for the sins he’s committed against my family.
And that just only further cements how much I care about her.
Sundays are for family dinner; this means all of the top men in our organization come together at my father and mother’s house for dinner, and no mafia talk. However, tonight, capos like myself, our consigliere, our Underboss, and my father, will absolutely be talking business. We can’t sit on our asses and wait for our enemies to come to our door. We need to move first and figure out how to fucking get out of this mess I’ve created.
Sleeping with the enemy.
Falling for the enemy.
I would expect this of a soldier or a low-tier made man, but never of myself.
I’ll never regret it, though.
I’ll never regret her.
“I’m nervous.” I open the door of the SUV and take her hand to help her out.
She stands and smooths her palms over the form-fitting red dress, and my heart fucking falters. No one has ever brought me to my knees before. Not before her. But for her, I’ll gladly fall. I’ll fucking gladly worship and beg for this woman.
She’s a walking wet dream. Those hips, that perfect waist, and those plump, gorgeous tits of hers, which are just begging to be set free from the fabric.
Later.
Her long, dark hair is swooped back from her face, and as she adjusts the new purse I had delivered, I see the large clip she has holding her hair in place. Two small strands of hair are loose on either side of her face, curls that frame her beauty like the art she is.
I had a personal shopper deliver countless formal wear pieces, pajamas, lingerie, everyday clothes, jewelry, shoes, and purses to the house this morning. She was happy with most of the pieces, but I’d love to take her out and have her pick out her own things. She deserves that, not to be locked away in fear someone will steal her from me.
In time, I hope we can go places together.
Dates. Dinners. Her on my arm.
But we’ve got to figure out our shit first.
I run my hands up her body, my cock already springing to life again, despite the fact that I just took her only an hour ago. Sank my cock deep inside her and came in that pussy like I owned her.
“You’re beautiful,” I say. “Potrei guardarti tutto il giorno. I could look at you all day.”
She smiles and kisses me, running her own hands up and down my chest as if she can’t get enough of me, either. My perfect, greedy girl.
