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“So that’s it? It’s over! You’re just giving up on us! You’re not even going to try! You can protect me from Galiz, Alessio! Better than Giovanni can!”
“I cannot protect you if I am dead, Elenora!”
I stared at him in terror as fear crippled my chest.
“My hands are fucking tied with barbed wire. If my papi even lets me live through this, he will know you are my weakness. He will come for you unless I give you up.”
“He’s your papi! If you just explain to him. Make him see—”
“Like how your brother listens to you? Like how Giovanni will be happy for us? I needed my papi to see merit in keeping you with me, but now he will only see it as me being weak.”
“Then we wait—” I started, trying to dig us out of this hole. “Your papi is extremely ill. When he dies, you will be Don. You won’t have to answer to anyone,” I argued, but he started chuckling, leaning his head back against the wall.
“My papi is not the only man who will want me dead for this, Elle. Even from the grave he has threatened my life. I have people lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to take me down. It never mattered before because I never fucked up. I never put a foot wrong and my life was always about ambition. My life’s purpose was seeing my papi’s dreams come true. He will never let that go, even if he is no longer breathing.”
My lips trembled as I felt my chest tighten with excruciating pain at how much this hurt. At how easily he was willing to walk away from me. From us. I stood up, storming away from him as he watched me from his position.
“Fine. Send me back to my family. Clearly, we have both been living in a fantasy. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I have been an idiot all along, believing we could find a way to make this work. You wanted us to figure out if this was real between us, Alessio! Well, it was real for me.”
Raw fury blazed in his eyes as he staggered to his feet. “And you don’t think this is real for me?”
He stormed towards me, his frame towering above me as I dug my feet in the sand, unwilling to yield. His wet shirt clung to his muscles as his pecs strained against the material with angry pants.
“This has been real for me since the moment I laid eyes on you. Since the moment I kissed those lips. It has only ever been you! Cut my veins open and I would bleed Elenora Buccini! That’s how fucking real this is for me! You don’t get to act like me doing what is best for you is me giving up! I will never give up on you. Not ever. But keeping you alive is more important than my own selfish needs.”
I grabbed his open collar of his shirt and yanked him down to me, our noses brushing as I stared up into his hypnotising eyes.
“And what about my needs? My life has always and will always be in danger. I don’t care anymore. I just want to be with you.”
And in that moment, I knew what I had been feeling the last few days. I had been trying so hard to fight my feelings for him for so long that I hadn’t even realised how deeply I was already in love with him.
“I love you Alessio.”
His full lips parted in surprise as he looked deep into my eyes, searching my soul. I pressed my body up against him, fisting his shirt in my hands as my body came alive with the overwhelming desire to feel his skin. To have him inside me. To hold me in his arms and make everything go away.
“You can’t fall in love with me, Elle. I don’t deserve it,” he breathed against my lips as he walked my body backwards to the rock behind. “There are things about me that are too dark for you. Things that I hate about myself. You can’t love me.”
“It’s too late,” I gasped when my back hit the rock. “I already do.”
Something in him snapped and his lips captured mine with frantic need as I tore his damp shirt from his shoulders. Our tongues fought with power and insane passion as his hands grabbed the straps of my dress and ripped them down my arms. We had shed all our clothes off our bodies carelessly and he lifted me under my arms so I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. In one powerful thrust, he was inside me, fucking me up against the rock with untamed wildness. My screams and his grunts echoed around the cave walls as the pressure in my core grew stronger and stronger. I dug my nails into his back, marking him with my own flesh as he hammered into me so hard my eyes rolled back in my head.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair as he slammed my body against the rock repeatedly, his dick so deep and full inside me that I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I chased the fall into the black abyss like it was my lifeline. He was fucking me with every raw emotion he felt. Frustration. Anger. Passion. Indescribable need.
He roared into my neck as I clenched my pussy around him and screamed out the most violent and earth-shattering orgasm. He kept fucking me, even though he had come. His thrusts slowed to smooth strokes as he lifted his head from my neck and kissed my lips. He poured all his feelings into every soft swipe of his tongue.
Stepping back from the rock, he lowered us to his knees on the sand so I straddled his lap. His hands weaved into my hair, holding me to him with the steady kissing tempo. It felt like he was savouring this moment. Every kiss, every stroke inside me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and started to lift me slowly, his still hard dick massaging inside me. This wasn’t fucking anymore. This was making love. And I had never felt more adored than in this moment right now. I knew he couldn’t say it. Something inside him wouldn’t let him, but when I opened my eyes to see those ocean jewels staring at me with silent devotion, I felt it. His love. Our breaths mixed together against our lips as a lone tear escaped my eye; the moment overwhelming me. He kissed it away.
“Never leave me, Alessio,” I whispered and he pressed his forehead against mine.
“Never,” he promised before capturing my lips once more.
Back To Reality
I watched Elenora sleeping soundly, curled up on the long sofa of my private plane as I sipped my coffee. We were both exhausted after the nightmare that was last night. We ended up sleeping in the boat, well she did, my brain was too frantic with how the fuck I was going to deal with all this and still keep Elle safely by my side. Stefano and my men found us, tracking the GPS on the boat just as the sun rose. I was so fucking glad to see him. Elle told me he was hurt trying to protect her and she wasn’t sure if he’d made it.
Stefano was one of my most loyal men. He had watched over me since I was a kid so our relationship was closer than it was to my other men with the exception of Fabi and Finn. He wasn’t a man of many words or emotions, but fuck was I relieved to see his stoic face come to our rescue. They’d already grabbed all our stuff from the hotel and we went straight to the plane, needing to get out of Greece before Galiz tracked us down. I had no doubt that Galiz would have phoned my papi by now and filled him in on our meeting. I knew Diego would save face against Galiz and back my decision. He would offer him another deal to smooth things over. But behind closed doors, I would pay for this no doubt. Possibly with my life. And if that was the case, I needed Elle to be safe.
As we landed, my new phone came alive with messages and voicemails. Fabi. Diego. Isabelle. Elio. I was being summoned to my papi immediately. I hid my concern from Elle, not wanting to cause her any more stress than she was already dealing with. She knew things were fucked. She knew how important that deal was in pleasing my papi. But she didn’t know the truth. That all Diego, Elio, or Isabelle for that matter, had to do was reveal my heritage and I would have the vultures on my back. If it was ever known that I was not a Barbieri by blood and therefore not a true heir to the empire we had created, I was as good as dead. Families in the South would rise up against us thinking they could take it for themselves. Lorenzo could claim it as his through marriage, my own men could turn on me, Dante would stake his claim and even fucking Giovanni would take his shot as the next most powerful family in Italy. I would be safe from no one. Blood is the most sacred bond that holds the mafia together. Blood is truly thicker than water when it comes to power.
