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Body lax, her eyes are hooded with pleasure, and she shudders as I pull my mouth and hand from her cunt. Pushing up high on my knees, I move in to kiss her, but she stops me with her hands to my face. Tongue out, she leans forward, licking my bottom lip and tasting herself on my skin.
Sliding my fingers back inside her, I soak them in her orgasm, and she squirms. Crashing my mouth to hers, I kiss her, my lips moving with frenzy. Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I brush her submission over my cross, praying she belongs to me like this for the rest of my fucking life.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” I chase her lips.
She kisses me again but speaks against my lips. “With your necklace.”
I pull back slowly and raise an eyebrow.
“You collect my cum and follow the sign of the cross.”
I smirk. I didn’t think she’d noticed. “Praying that this doesn’t end.”
She narrows her eyes, and I stand. “Do you wash it?”
I laugh loudly. “Yes,tesoruccio. I scrub my necklace every morning and evening when I shower, making sure it’s ready for my next prayer. We’re late for your meeting. I’m going to make a few calls while you get ready.”
“You can’t come to a family meeting, Diego.”
I frown. “Like fuck I can’t. You had nothing to do with Freddie’s death. If they’re going to put anyone on trial, it’ll be me and Salvatore.”
“I don’t need you to handle this for me.” Her tone is biting, and I stop reaching for my phone, focusing completely on her.
“I’mnothandling this for you. I’m coming because if your outfit decides someone needs to be punished for Freddie’s death, the person responsible should be present. Sia, treat this like you would any other meet. Order my punishment if it’s deemed appropriate. I don’t care, but you’re not walking into a firing squad for something you had no hand in.”
“There is no firing squad.” She lifts her chin. “Freddie disrespected his consigliera. Salvatore and I will communicate that well enough.”
“Okay,” I concede, hating that she would ever believe I would need to handle anything for her. “But if it’s okay with you, I’d still like to be there.”
She walks toward her bedroom. “That’s fine.”
* * *
They’ve been going aroundin circles for twenty minutes. My head hurts, and I know Salvatore is ready to kill at least four of his men. But Alessia prides herself on being fair, which means she’s offering every one of these assholes a chance to speak when it should have been a two-minute monologue from her or her brother.
My brow furrows as Sia’s voice rises. She’s answering the same questionagain,justifying why the prick had to die. I want her eyes, but she shuns me, refusing to focus on me for fear she’ll be judged as needing my approval or support. Her eyes wander over the group of men in front of her purposefully, and she holds her voice steady as she addresses them. Her gaze flicks over me, moving on again almost immediately. But she doubles back, watching as I drag the tail of the onyx cross that hangs around my neck over my bottom lip. Sucking it into my mouth, the taste of this morning explodes on my tongue, and it takes everything I have not to groan aloud. My wife watches on, transfixed as I push the jewelry back between my lips, letting it fall against my shirt. I lick my bottom lip, my eyelids dropping the way they do when I watch her come. Our stare caught, I smirk.
Praying that this doesn’t end.
Sia focuses back on what she was saying, ignoring me for the rest of the meeting. But I see the way she adjusts in her seat, rubbing her thick thighs together.
“It concerns me that Freddie was killed without a unanimous vote,andit was done in front of witnesses,” Carlo argues.
Sia’s eyes close. “Six of our ranking members were in attendance. Not one of you chose to speak up in the moment.”
“None of us wanted to be served the same fate,” Carlo mumbles, and I wish I’d dragged him out of the last meeting by his collar so I wasn’t forced to look at his face right now. He’d be more useful dead.
“Every one of your questions has been the same,” Sia grits. “You are rephrasing in an attempt to get myself or Salvatore to admit we fucked up. We didn’t. Freddie fucked up, and it wasn’t the first time. I have been belittled in the family for the last fucking time.”
Her voice cuts out across the table.
“I swallowed your insults and let you doubt me,knowingthey were all unfounded. I stupidly believed my abilities would change your small minds. I was wrong. So, we’re playing a new game. I am your superior. Moving forward, ifanyonequestions my authority based on my gender, there will be no possibility for you to justify or argue your reasoning. I’ll slit your throat and paint my lips with your blood. Now, get the fuck out of my face before I’m forced to do that.”
Anger bristles off her as she stares each one of the fuckwits down. Standing, they each dip their chins in a show of respect. Freddie won’t be the last of them to die. It’s a given. Some of them are too set in their ways. But, for now, they’ve heard Sia’s warning loud and clear.
I wave to them as they leave, enjoying the disdain in their eyes, knowing I slit their friend’s throat.
