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"Would you like company?" Out of nowhere, Sunshine surprised us. When we slowly blinked at her, she blushed again. "I mean if you can bring a date. I can go with you if you'd like some company."
"I'd love nothing more than that, Emilia, but this party isn't just a gathering for business. There will be drugs and women on display."
"I've read enough to know what to expect, Antonio." Even though she said it, we could see she had some mild anxiety. "I'd rather be with you to help than question what happened afterward. Plus, I know you two can't go together."
"Then it's settled. I'll have two dates with you this week," Tony preened. I could only delight in the fact that she was willing to do something so grotesque for our partner. Her words rang true because we couldn't go together. But we did have to figure out why his father wanted him to go. Something felt off about that bit.
Sending Sunshine inside with the machine, Costas waited for only us three to be next to each other. We'd already been told of the breach while we were away, but he wanted to give us a report. His eyes shifted before turning our way. "It's definitely someone who knows our movements. They came in through the cellar's secret door and avoided my men."
"No one knows about the cellar door besides a handful of people," Tony replied.
"It's a mile walk just to get to the cellar from it, and there's other tunnels to get lost in. Whoever it is either learned the knowledge through someone who knows or they're someone we know all too well."
"My sentiments exactly," Costas snarled.
fifty-one
Tony
She agreed to a date with us, even after being subjected to the debauchery of my father's partners. My mind kept getting glimpses of Emilia allowing herself to be used so publicly when I least expected the memories to emerge. It made me want to try more things with her. For now, I settled with how beautiful she looked in her sundress as we strolled the main town near Draven’s manor. Everyone here knew me without having to ask, so I could see their eyes made her a little shifty.
Heading to my favorite place, I guided her inside a small bakery that made my favorite childhood treats. It hadn’t been the flavor per say, but the company I had while in this establishment. My grandmother would scream at me whenever she found out I bought something instead of letting her make it, but this place held more than just delectable foods. Meeting Dray's gaze over Emilia’s head, his soft smile told me his fond thoughts went back to the same thing mine did.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she breathed out, taking in the hole in the wall location. It had been built into the alley as a side place with a true restaurant in the front for others to find easier. We preferred this one because not many knew of it. Our little hideaway to enjoy each other without too many seeing us out in public together. Most thought we were two young friends just hanging out, but this was where we came for our silent dates.
"We came here to be the true us," I whispered into her ear. "No one we knew ever came here, so we could be seen more openly."
"And touch each other secretly without people bothering to stare," Draven reminisced. "We'd sneak here often when Tony came to visit."
"And you're letting me see this place too?" Her eyes locked with mine in true adoration. "You're letting me see the parts of you that you've had to hide from everyone else."
"Because we want you," I replied. "I know we've been a little, hypersexual with you, but we want these moments too, Emilia. We want to take you around the town with us, letting people see you with us. We want this life as often as we can afford, and we want it with you too."
"So we plan to give you a glimpse of that today. We want you to feel our desire for more with you outside of the compound." Draven guided her to the front to see the pastries. She couldn’t read their names in his and my native tongues, so she let her eyes find the one that spoke to her. Pointing at the Turrón, she wanted the fudge-like texture mostly made from egg. The honey and sugar sweetened it as the almonds gave it a good, nutty flavor.
"Good pick," I murmured to her before speaking to the woman behind the counter. She'd been the same one all these years later because she ran this bakery with her husband. "Tres Turrón, por favor."
Emilia had this ease over her expression hearing me speak Draven's native tongue. As a polished man myself, we had to learn several languages in our education. Our fathers would never let us live down failing languages when we traveled so much. "You speak Spanish just as beautifully as you do Italian."
"Before becoming an adult, it was my second most used language, so I know it well." I glanced at Draven, winking his way.
"Same for me with Italian, but it was my third. My mother was American, so I learned that as my second before having it become my first from living over there after high school." He paid the woman as we made our way back to a small table made of metal. Rust gathered along the bolts and screws, telling us their age, but I found I rather liked that this place hadn't changed.
"Learning a second language is something I wish the U.S. would push a little harder for. We only had to do one semester of a different language to graduate high school, but I wished they made it an every year thing. Children retain better than adults do. I should know. I've been trying to learn on Duolingo when I go to bed at night, but it's a lot harder than I remember it being back then." She had this faraway look in her eyes.
"Europe is a little harder not to learn other languages when all the neighboring countries speak different things and are smaller than a lot of your states to travel to," Draven pointed out.
"Do you know more that those three?"
"French and German," I added to the conversation right before she took her first bite of food. The second the fork went through the round hole between her lips, my dick twitched. Of course, I wanted to watch her eat the decedent desert too, but my mind wanted to learn how my dick would look going into that formation.
"Mmm," she moaned, letting her eyes roll into the back of her head. Today might have had good intentions, but she was damning me to a fate my inner beast longed for. It would be a long day to get through.
fifty-two
Millie
Strolling through the town, they showed me their favorite places for food and gelato. My stomach nearly burst from feeling utterly full. Every time they purchased something from a little vendor or restaurant, they held it right in front of my waiting mouth to feed me. I'd moan every time because the food had been so fresh and exploding with rich flavors. We'd walk to the next one like it turned into some kind of game, but I liked we weren't sitting around. It felt weird seeing them act normal after experiencing their life within the walls of their home.
