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I don’t bother knocking. Opening the door, I stroll into the principal’s office. I look around at the luxury finishes. “Nice office,” I say, my words followed by a low whistle. “Must have cost a pretty penny.”
“Mr. Valentino, I assume you’re here about Dante,” George says while attempting to ignore my comment.
“I’m here to find out why you think you can expel my son, George?” I ask him.
The principal’s face pales. “Please, have a seat.” He motions to the chairs in front of his desk.
“Actually, this won’t take long. You know just as well as we do you can’t expel Dante. But we agree that the kid does deserve to understand the severity of his actions. We’re offering a one-month suspension,” Matteo says.
“One month?” the principal parrots. “Okay, fine, one month it is.” He sighs like he actually has a choice here.
“Glad we could come to a resolution,” Matteo says before adding, “Oh, and while we have your attention, it’s a good time to tell you that all the currently enrolled Valentino children will be away for a month too.”
Without waiting for a reply, we walk out of his office and back out to the parking lot.
“Thanks,” I tell Matteo. If it weren’t for him being here, I probably would have lost my shit worse than my wife.
“Anytime, bro,” Matteo says, clapping a heavy hand on my shoulder.
We’re ready to jump into our respective cars when our attention is drawn to the other side of the lot, where a crowd of students is collectively screaming the wordfight.
“Fucking hell,” Matteo curses under his breath as soon as we get a glimpse of who’s throwing fists in the center of that crowd.
“This trip to Italy can’t come soon enough,” I mumble, before my brother and I make our way over to Aurora, Dante, and Orlando to put an end to whatever shit they’ve gotten themselves into this time.
ChapterSix
“Your son is in shit again,” I tell Katy, walking into the in-home studio we have in the basement of our house.
“Why is hemy sonwhenever he’s in trouble, butyour sonwhenever he does anything great?” she asks me with a raised brow.
“I don’t make the rules, babe. It’s just how it works.” I lean down and capture her lips with mine. It only takes a minute before I’m pushing my tongue through the seam and exploring every inch of her mouth.
“Mmm,” Katy moans before she pulls away from the kiss. I pout, which only makes her laugh. “What has Orlando done now?” She sighs.
“Romeo and Matteo had to pull him off some kid at school this afternoon. He broke the kid’s nose and cracked a rib. Apparently, he was in a brawl with Aurora and Dante too.” I shake my head and rake a frustrated hand through my hair.
“What were they all fighting over?” she asks me.
One thing I’ll give my wife is that she’s not squeamish, which is great for a boy mom. Especially when that boy has Valentino blood running through his veins. Orlando gets himself into a lot of fights, usually having something to do with Aurora—he’s fiercely protective of his cousin.
“No idea. Romeo’s bringing him home now,” I tell her.
Katy glances at her watch. “That means you have at least fifteen minutes to help me relax before we have to deal withyourdelinquent child.”
“Yeah? And what do you have in mind?” I ask her.
Katy pushes to her feet, reaches underneath her dress, and pulls her panties down. “Well, I’m not wearing any underwear, Luca. I think you can use that imagination of yours and come up with something,” she says, sitting back down on her office chair and spreading her thighs apart.
“Mmm.” I lick my lips. “I’m going to make you sing, baby,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of her. I love hearing my wife sing, but I love hearing her screams of pleasure even more, which I tell her is the type of music she makes just for me.
“If you think you can,” she counters.
Before she can get the last word out of her mouth, my hands pull her legs open wider and my face is buried between those delicious fucking thighs of hers. My tongue slides up her slit, circling around her clit a few times before I slide it back down to her hole and push it inside.
Katy’s hands tangle in my hair. “Shit, yes,” she says, her hips lifting slightly off the chair while pushing her pussy harder into my mouth.
I glide my tongue back up to her clit and slip two fingers into her hole, sliding them in and out as I suck on her hard little bud.
