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She pulled my shirt, her increasing needs evident by the look on her face. Everything about this moment was powerful, one that no one could ever take away. I developed a rhythm, driving in and out, her pussy muscles clamping and releasing, pulling me in even deeper. She was so hot and wet, our bodies on fire and I was crazed with continued need.
I yanked one arm over her head then the other, easily wrapping my fingers around her wrists. However, it was apparent she had no desire to go anywhere. As she wrapped her leg around my hip, using her thigh muscles to keep me close, we locked eyes, the moment frozen in time. The sounds were animalistic, my actions more brutal than minutes before, but I couldn’t seem to get deep enough.
The sound of our skin smashing together was just as powerful as everything else, the hard rocking likely seen from a hundred feet away. But I didn’t give a shit. This was what life was made of.
Not wealth.
Not power.
Certainly not influence.
It was made by being with someone I cared about.
She pursed her lips, her eyes half closing and I could tell she was close to coming.
“That’s it, baby dove. Come for me. Come on my cock. Come with me. Together, we’ll make a beautiful family.” As soon as the words slipped past my mouth, she opened her eyes wide, the deep concern and sadness something that would haunt me for weeks to come.
But there was no stopping what we’d started, no time to reflect on what this or anything else could mean. As her muscles clamped around my thick invasion, her body writhing and shaking under mine, I held on as long as I could.
“Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes!” She jerked up from the seat, fighting my hold as an orgasm swept through her.
I lifted my head, taking several deep, ragged breaths. Then I let go, erupting deep into her womb, filling her with my seed.
Seconds later, beads of sweat trickled down from both sides of my face to her neck and shoulders and I was gifted with a lovely laugh. As I lowered my head, both of us trying to relearn to breathe or think clearly, I watched as she licked her parched lips.
“I need to tell you something, Francesco, something I only recently learned. I’m so sorry. I just…”
I placed a finger over her lips, shaking my head. “I already know, baby. I already know. You’re going to need to trust me because some shit is going down that will be dangerous, risky to both of us. But I promise you that nothing is going to happen to my family. Nothing. Can you trust me, little dove? Will you work with me?”
Christiana pressed her hand against my face, a slight smile offering a sense of hope as well as continued peace. “You’re the only person I can trust. Bring our family together. I love you, my knight.”
Some knight I’d turned out to be.
However, I made another silent promise. To myself.
To the woman I loved.
And to the little boy I’d never known I had.
I would find our son.
CHAPTER 23
Francesco
“You’re certain this is going to work out?” I asked as I glanced from Viper back to Maxwell. The two men had followed me from the main office on the top floor of a building we owned in the heart of Manhattan. Everyone in the city knew the building belonged to the Arturo–Powers Corporation, the exclusivity and posh interior of the rental offices considered the finest in the world. No expense had been spared, including providing a five thousand plus square foot courtyard full of greenery and nature, a respite for those in need.
We often had meetings in the lush space, enjoying the sunshine or occasionally a snowfall.
But today the three of us stood on the street, the traffic sounds more enjoyable than the coos of birds in the courtyard trees.
We’d completed our business, including meeting with the mayor and the prosecutor for the city of New York. In return for our support, he was providing necessary muscle in an entirely different way. The game we were playing was risky, but I had to give Maxwell credit. The ploy was one of the best I’d ever heard about.
Viper grinned. “He has little faith.”
“Oh, I have faith. But Dante has a hell of a lot to lose by taking the bait,” I told him in reply. All I’d been able to think about was Christiana and the sacrifices she’d been forced to make over the last few days, the fear that must be eating her alive.
Maxwell clapped me on the back. “A wise man once told me that patience wasn’t just a virtue. It was a necessary evil in the world of violent men.”
