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I screamed out his name.
“Francesco!”
CHAPTER 9
Francesco
Possession.
I’d never wanted to possess anyone the way I did with her.
I pulled out, thrilled that Chrissy reached for me, her eyes darting back and forth as she issued several small cries of protest. “Don’t worry, baby. I never said I was finished. Did I?” I rolled onto my back, glaring up at the ceiling. “Are you thirsty?”
“Yes.”
I rolled onto my side and my elbow, peering down at her. “You are far too beautiful.”
“No, I’m not.”
“I want you to trust me enough to tell me what’s going on.” She stiffened just like I thought she would.
“It’s not worth getting into, Francesco. I can’t change my life any more than you can yours.”
After taking a deep breath, I rose from the bed. “You might be surprised what I can do.”
She rolled over on her side, bending her knee and easing it forward. As she rolled her hand down the sheets, it was all I could do not to lose myself in her all over again. “No, I have a feeling you’re very powerful. I’m curious what you do.”
I walked closer, rolling my open fingers down her face. “If you’re a good girl, I might tell you.” Laughing, I backed away, padding out of the room. As I headed down the stairs, I thought about how much the girl’s presence had already affected me. Whatever was going on, it was clear that she was being told to do something she didn’t want to do.
Could I keep her, able to forge a life with her in it?
The question was could I keep her safe. The last thing I needed to do at this moment was provide another clear weakness to be exploited by the Bianchis or worse. Putting her life in harm’s way, no matter how much I wanted to keep her wasn’t a decent thing to do.
Even if I couldn’t consider myself a decent man.
I’d grown up learning from my now dead father. While he’d doted on his daughter, protecting his only son using violence if necessary, everything else he’d taken without reservation. He’d taught me to do the same, which had prevented me from enjoying a true relationship.
However, the tenderness I’d decided to use brought a different series of emotions that I wasn’t used to experiencing. I wanted her happy, to feel as if this was an amazing decision. I wanted her to awaken like a flower, enjoying what we shared without pain or anger. But there was something else furrowing deep inside me.
The need to possess her was now stronger than ever.
It wasn’t a good position to be in, especially since nothing good would come out of this. Now that I’d broken the ice, allowing her to bask in the joy of a man who cared about her happiness, I wanted more. I needed to take all of her. Call me a bastard but my satisfaction depended on claiming her completely and without reservation.
I headed into the kitchen, yanking my jacket from the floor. As soon as I pulled my phone from the inside pocket, I noticed a message from Cayman. When I pressed listen, I took a deep breath.
“I found him, boss. I’ll keep him on ice for you. However, the merchandise is gone. The Bianchis have it. Word on the street is that they take it as another win.”
Another win.
That pissed me off even more. The fuckers would continue attempting to drive a stake right through the middle of our organization. I couldn’t allow that to happen.
Which meant making tough decisions.
After the call ended, I tossed the phone onto the counter, realizing that business was going to get even bloodier. Whatever I chose to do with my lovely dove would need to be calculated carefully. If only she’d tell me the truth.
However, I would need to cut the evening short if for no other reason than I was required to take out the trash. That would involve time. Even if I didn’t want to be away from her, at some point I’d need to get her back to wherever she wanted me to drop her off.
The struggle and need to keep her was real, so much so I pounded my fist on the counter, wanting nothing more than to break whatever was in my closest proximity. The timing was incredibly bad, karma a fucking bitch.
