Crimson Vows: A Dark Mafia Romance

Chapter 13

The room spins gently in a carousel of shadows and soft light. Gia’s dark hair cascades down her back, a stark contrast against the cream cushions she sinks into. Dante’s sprawled out on the floor, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Nico sits in the chair across from us near the window, his glass catching glimmers of moonlight.

There is no family responsibility here. I am surrounded by Gia and consider these men friends. The weight of the world isn’t crushing me at this moment. It’s simple and easy, and I wish it could stay this way forever even though I know it can’t. In a couple days, Vincent leaves for Italy. Not only will I still be trying to figure out a way to address Vincent’s lies about Anthony, but I will be doing it while stepping into his shoes as head of this family while he is away.

“Okay, so truth or dare was fun and all, but I feel like I was the only one to bare their soul tonight,” Dante says.

“What truth did you tell?” Nico asks.

“Um, hello. That I fuck you,” Dante huffs.

Nico rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You can be such a drama queen sometimes.”

Dante flails his hands. “I’m just saying it would be nice if somebody else shared their deepest, darkest secrets. You know, mutually assured destruction and all.”

Even though I know he’s joking, I’m uncomfortable the moment Dante asks the question. Secrets, especially in a room full of these individuals, are plentiful and, more than that, dangerous. My eyes fix themselves on Gia, wondering if she is thinking about the secret I shared with her when I arrived earlier tonight.

“Nobody has any desire to share your truth, Dante. Quit worrying so much. Besides, not everyone has secrets,” Gia replies, and I relax a little.

“Bullshit! Every person has something they don’t want known. Come on,” Dante teases, turning his head to peer up at Gia. “Spill it. We all know you’ve got something juicy tucked away, don’t you?”

I watch as a flush creeps over her cheeks.

Gia laughs, a lilting sound that dances through the air. “You think I’m hiding something?”

“No doubt!” Dante exclaims.

“Maybe some secrets are better kept,” I remind her.

“Oh, you heard it, everyone,” Dante bellows. “Our boy Marco has a secret.”

“Of course I do. I’m alive because I know how to keep my secrets,” I growl, annoyed by Dante’s persistence.

“Not all secrets are dangerous,” Nico chimes. “Sometimes a secret is simply something we are too embarrassed to admit to someone else.”

I shift closer to Gia before looking at Nico. “I don’t see the point of embarrassment.”

He laughs before asking, “Excuse me?”

“Embarrassment is a useless emotion,” I repeat firmly. “If you want something, go for it with no shame.”

“You really live that way?” Gia asks.

“Of course I do. Do you know how many times I have almost died? Jesus, all of us have almost died? We live a life where danger is as common as breathing. Embarrassment seems trivial compared to that,” I explain.

Dante chuckles. “Fuck, Marco, I knew you were tough, but you have a serious set of brass balls, don’t you?”

Gia’s fingers toy with the stem of her glass, her dark eyes meeting mine in a silent challenge. “I have a secret,” she announces softly, and my stomach sinks like a stone in a river.

Dante’s eyebrows shoot up. Nico’s gaze flickers, dark and unreadable. My body tenses, and my pulse quickens at the raw honesty in her voice.

“Well, don’t leave us in suspense,” Dante pleads as he sits upright in front of her.

“Okay,” she breathes out, and I’m about to cut her off, desperate not to allow her to reveal the secret I shared with her when she says, “Well, I suppose it’s more of my ultimate fantasy than a secret.”

“What kind of fantasy are we talking about here?” Dante prods, unable to contain his curiosity or excitement. “The kinky kind?”

Nico leans forward and smacks Dante on the back of the head. “Don’t be an ass.”

Gia takes a deep breath, steeling herself before she speaks. “No, he’s not wrong,” she says, and I’m suddenly intrigued. “It probably seems stupid to you guys, but I’ve always fantasized about being with multiple men at once.”

The confession sits in the room of men, the air crackling with tension. Dante’s grin widens mischievously, and Nico’s eyes darken with a glint of something primal.

“Like a gang bang?” Dante clarifies, his tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Yes, dipshit. Exactly like a gang bang.” I’m surprised when Gia’s admission causes an arousal to stir deep within me.

I lean back, letting the idea swirl around in my head. The thought of her, surrounded by pleasure, by our hands, our mouths—it ignites something fierce within me.

“You’ve never told anyone this?” I watch her, the dim light casting shadows across her face.

“I know people already fucking whisper behind my back, call me a slut, and think I don’t know, but I hear things,” Gia says, and instead of hurt in her gaze, I only see defiance.

“Those people are just small-minded assholes who are pissed because they’ve never had a good fuck,” Nico says.

“Hell yeah,” Dante shouts, raising his drink. A little of the wine sloshes out and runs down the glass. “Anyone who has ever talked shit about you is just jealous they can’t be such a badass.”

“Alright, you guys are too much.” Gia laughs, shaking her head. “It’s not that revolutionary of an idea. I just think it would be hot as hell to be the center of all that raw energy.”

I watch as Gia’s eyes flit between the rest of us, gauging our reactions. Dante’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. Nico’s eyes remain dark and intense, the glint of a primitive temptation hidden behind his stoic facade.

I lick my lips, excitement coursing through me at the idea that, at this moment, these men are fantasizing about the exact thing I am. All three of us want nothing more than to make Gia’s fantasy a reality. I stand, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders. It’s as if I am a possessed man.

“Upstairs,” I command, voice steady even though something primal within me threatens to shake my composure. “Now.”

“Excuse me?” Gia gasps, her mouth falling open.

I grip her chin, forcing her head to tilt up toward me so our eyes lock. “Go upstairs, lie on the bed, and wait for us,” I say. My mind’s a riot of images—all her, all heat.

Gia seems surprised, her eyes widening in confusion. “What? I thought you didn’t like the thought of me with other men?” she questions, her voice barely audible.

I shake my head; my response is genuine. “You’re right; the idea of you making an emotional connection with another man drives me crazy. I don’t like the idea of you fucking another man when I’m not there, but I never thought about what it would be like if I were included. Apparently, it’s really fucking hot.”

“It is?” she whispers, her bottom lip quivering, and the strong and dominant woman I experienced last night is suddenly vulnerable.

“Fuck yeah, that’s hot!” Dante agrees.

I ignore him as I pull on her arms, causing her to stand and face me. As she moves, her gaze never breaks away from mine. I move in close, my face inches away from hers, and I whisper, “I think it’s pretty safe to say that we all want to give you something you’ve always wanted. Also, I want you to know this is the man I will be for you every day you are with me.”

She swallows hard, her chest heaving with each breath. She looks away momentarily, her eyes flicking to Dante, then Nico, and back to me. “Okay,” she utters softly, and I feel a burst of relief and excitement.

“Good girl,” I praise her, my voice a rumble. “Now go upstairs and get ready.”

The other men don’t speak. They only watch as she silently leaves the room, the stairs creaking under her weight as she moves to her bedroom. A moment later, we hear the water running in her bathroom.

Nico’s voice reveals his apprehension. “Hey man, are you sure about this?”

I give him an unwavering look. “Do you think Gia is beautiful?”

“Of course, anyone would,” Nico answers truthfully.

“And you? Do you think she’s beautiful?” I ask, looking down at Dante.

Dante nods, a grin forming at the corner of his mouth. “Without a doubt. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

I give a small, satisfied nod, my confidence in my decision growing stronger. “And do the two of you want to fuck my fiancée?”

Dante and Nico exchange glances, their eyes meeting for a moment before looking back at me. Their faces are a mix of curiosity and lust. Dante speaks first, always open for a chance to please.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Nico chuckles at Dante’s response before forcing a stern look back on his face, but his eyes betray his excitement. “Of course I do, but not if you’re uncomfortable. It’s not worth it.”

I nod, reassured by Nico’s concern. “I’m good, I promise. My only requirement is when we get up there, this is all about her.” My words are a vow, an unspoken oath that binds us to her pleasure.

Dante rips off his shirt with lightning speed, and a moment later, it hits the floor. I catch the glint in his eyes. He’s in, no reservations. “Let’s do this,” he announces before flexing his muscles on his chest and back.

His eagerness causes Nico and me to laugh. I shake my head. “Dante is clearly in, are you?”

Nico removes his shirt, half as a joke and half as a show of solidarity. Immediately, I notice the scar from the night Anthony nearly ended his life, and I feel a twinge of emotion in my gut. A physical testament to just what Gia and her sacrifices mean to all of us.

“I’ll follow your lead,” Nico answers.

I unbutton my shirt and remove it, revealing my bare chest.

“Alright,” I reply.

“Fuck yeah, this is going to be wild.” Dante grins as he strips out of the remainder of his clothes, leaving only his underwear.

Nico and I laugh in response as I add, “Remember, this is about her.”

“Of course,” Dante replies, lifting his hands apologetically.

With that, I start up the stairs, my heart pounding at the thought of fulfilling Gia’s fantasy. I can feel Dante’s and Nico’s presence behind me. As I enter the bedroom, I see Gia lying naked on the bed, lit by the soft glow of her bedside lamps. Her chest rises and falls, the quick, shallow breaths betraying her anticipation. She looks so beautiful, so vulnerable, and I can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me.

Gia’s eyes widen as she takes us all in, desire dancing in her eyes as we move to stand at the foot of the bed. I step forward, moving around to Gia’s side, my hand gently stroking her cheek.

My voice is low. “This is about you.”

Her eyes flicker to Nico and Dante, then back to me, and she says, “Okay,” in a shaky voice.

Nico moves closer, placing a hand on her leg. “We’ll make sure you’re comfortable and safe,” he promises.

Dante’s gaze locks with Gia’s, his eyes full of hunger and desire. “This is what you’ve always wanted, right?” he asks her.

“Yes.”

Her answer has excitement coiling in my gut, tight and hungry. I can taste the nervous energy rolling off her in waves, sweet and tangy. As much as I hated the idea of sharing her, this feels different. This is about fulfilling Gia’s wish and giving her something she’s always desired. I’m not only a participant but her partner, supporting and guiding her through this new experience.

As we all move in, our hands touch Gia’s skin, exploring her curves and contours, and she begins to tremble. Her soft and warm body is incredibly responsive to our touches.

“Are you ready, Gia?” I ask, my chest vibrating with the words.

Her eyes flutter close, and she takes a deep breath before nodding.