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As I sit on the floor surrounded by paperwork, once again, I look over and watch Nico for a beat, who is deep in concentration. His large fingers flick through a file, his tattoos pure artwork running up his hands and wrists. They make him appear dark and dangerous, yet after what I experienced with him at my apartment this afternoon, I also know they are protective and reverent. I try to reconcile the two, still not believing I am so close to a member of the mob. Have I just made a terrible mistake? Not to mention, he’s my boss and looking for my own criminal of a father. I pat my forehead with my palm… I think I have absolutely lost my mind.
Together we made our way back to the compound and Nico hasn’t left my side for a minute. He held my hand for the entire drive over here, his thumb continually caressing my hand as he looked out the car window. He’s been quiet ever since, seemingly in deep thought.
Once we arrived, he made us fresh pasta, and we ate it in comfortable silence, both of us starving and shoveling it in like it was our last meal. Our hunger obviously due to all the cardio in my bedroom. His gentle nature of hand holding, coffee making, and pasta producing is in complete contrast to the smirking, arrogant jerk he also likes to be. I sigh to myself as I try to get out of my head and concentrate back on the work I am here to do.
As I comb through my fifth box for the day, I am beginning to feel tired, the events of the week finally creeping up on me. I stifle a yawn as I grab yet another real estate title, wondering how the hell my father could afford all these properties we are finding. Florida, New York, L.A., and Montana. Then the vacation properties in Belize, one in Greece, and a small condo in Sydney.
“I knew he was rich, Nico, but this is starting to become really obscene,” I say to Nico, as my eyes run over the paperwork for the title of his Florida property.
“You know what is obscene, bambolina…” he says as he stands and walks over to where I am sitting. “It is obscene how much I want to put my hands on your body.” Grabbing me under the arms, he pulls me up off the floor, placing me on my feet. He leans down, covering me in his presence, putting his hands on my waist again.
“Shouldn’t we be working, boss?” I tease him with a breathy tone as heat flames my insides. My earlier doubts instantly vanish the minute his hands touch my body.
“Oh, I am your boss, all right, and right now, I want to lay you out on my desk and lap your juices until you are begging me to let you come,” he grits out, and I need to swallow my shock. His face is serious, but no man has ever said anything like that to me before. I like it way too much. His lips start to trail down my neck, my skin prickling from the sensation. My heart pounds and my pussy clenches. This man is so overpowering in the best way.
I am about to wrap my arms around his neck, but we are startled by a clearing throat behind us. Nico jumps, pulling me automatically behind him. I look around his shoulder and see Sebastian Romano standing there, staring at us both, his eyebrows creased with concern, looking displeased, yet somewhat inquisitive as well. Nico’s stance immediately changes. He stands taller, his shoulders stiffen slightly, and although I know they are friends, he appears to want to please Sebastian and remain professional around him. I suddenly feel like we are about to get into trouble, and that I am the cause of it.
My heart starts pounding for an entirely different reason, because as much as I have seen his face in the news or gossip pages, to see Sebastian in real life is an entirely different experience. He is taller and broader than I expected, his eyes similar in color to Nico’s and deadly as they pin us in place. Nico reaches around and grabs my hand as his stance relaxes a little. Sebastian shakes his head with a smile, and I hear Nico chuckle as he gives my hand a comforting squeeze. Sebastian doesn’t seem to mind, but now that I am in the same room as the head of the mob, the reality of my situation hits me again.
What the hell am I doing in this compound with a mob soldier? This is so far out of my comfort zone and professional boundaries, I feel like I have lost control. The thread which my career is hanging on by is about to get clipped, because there is no way I can continue practicing law for the good guys now that I am standing in the same room as these men. The lines have blurred for the past week or so, but this afternoon, they were definitely crossed. I am not sure there is any way back for me now. In fact, I’m not sure I want there to be. It feels amazing to be with him, despite it being the total opposite of how I thought my life would go.
“Sebastian,” Nico says, addressing him with a nod and a smile. He pulls me up to stand beside him, no longer shielding me from the man I am still not sure I want to actually meet.
He doesn’t say anything for a while. Instead, he looks at the boxes, like he is assessing how much work we have done, and although there are still many more to go through, we are setting a good pace.
“We need to move faster,” he comments, his eyes landing on mine. I throw up a little in my mouth.
“We will move through some more this weekend. Emilia had a tail, so I moved her in here with me,” he tells Sebastian, and although Nico is now standing casually, my grip on his hand remains tight. He brushes his thumb over my wrist, obviously trying to calm me, but it is not having the desired effect.
Sebastian’s eyes take in where our hands are joined, then his eyes flick to Nico’s, and I see him nod just a little. “It is a pleasure to have you with us, Emilia. Welcome.” He walks forward, putting his hand out. I look at it, stunned for a moment.He wants to shake my hand?I give him my best professional handshake, and he smirks. What is it about these men and their smirks?
“Thank you,” I say, because I know not to piss him off with my sass. I am in his home. His compound. Whether I like it or not, at least I am safe here.
“Your reputation as one of the top lawyers in the country is impressive, or at least it was before your father’s escapades…” he says, watching me, and I school my features, not yet sure what to share.
“Tell me what have you found so far?” he asks, and I take a breath, feeling like I am in the headmaster’s office and wanting to escape his scrutiny.
“Nothing too significant, but as I said to Nico, I feel like my father may have some type of support from international borders. I had no idea he owned so many properties. His wealth is astounding and—”
“Obscene?” Sebastian cuts me off, clearly having heard Nico’s and my conversation from moments ago.
“Yes,” I say with a nod. He looks at me almost like he is waiting for me to give him more, but the only other things I have learned have been about my mother, and that is too personal.
He watches me and then just nods. The hairs on the back of my neck stand as I feel out of my element.
“Well, I will leave you to it. Nice to finally meet you, Emilia.” He starts to walk out of the room, then stops. “Nico.” Not looking back, he leaves, and Nico leans in, giving me a quick kiss on the temple.
“I’ll be back.” He follows Sebastian out the door and I stand there in shock, astounded at how quickly my life has changed.
My father lit the spark, and now it is turning into an inferno. Problem is, why do I feel like I am the one who will get burnt while he walks off scot-free?
23
NICO
After chatting briefly to Sebastian last night, telling him I had everything under control, I made good on my promise and licked my beautiful bambolina on the desk until she was crying out for more. I had her two more times last night, and after seeing her naked and wrapped up in the bedsheets this morning, it was a struggle to leave her, but I quietly set a coffee on the bedside table before I left. Freshly brewed with cream, just how I know she likes it. As someone who appreciates coffee, I never understood the need to add cream, preferring straight black myself.
Now, as I look at her deadbeat father, I am trying to figure out how someone so rotten produced a woman like her.
