The Truth Hurts: Part Two: The Twisted Betrayal Duet

Chapter 34

Pleasure slowly ripples through me, drawing me from my haze of sleep. “ Fuck,” I rasp as I reach my hand under the covers and chuckle deeply. “I could wake up to this more often, Marchese.”

“Not Levi,” Sera’s soft voice replies with a lilt of amusement right after she releases me from her mouth with a pop.

I should have known by the soft lips and soft hand that grips my length, but I’m just coming out of a deep sleep. Clear thinking isn’t yet on the horizon for me, at least not while my cock is buried in Sera’s mouth.

My hand slides into her long silky hair, the strands tangling around my fingers and coaxing her to continue. “Dolcezza,” I moan. “I missed you.”

She laughs lightly, the sound filled with desire that makes me even harder as she licks my shaft. “I missed you, too.”

There’s no more room for conversation as she sucks me like her life depends on it. Her hand strokes me firmly, her tongue and mouth teasing the tip until I can’t take it anymore. I grip her head and thrust my hips up, my dick hitting the back of her throat.

She holds still, her tongue sliding over the head like a pro. She doesn’t choke or gag, she just holds still while I continue to punch my hips harder. When I know she’s had enough, I release her. Sera’s breaths are stunted and gravelly, but she keeps her mouth around me, pumping my cock into her mouth until my balls tighten and fists clench in her hair.

“Dolcezza…” A harsh shudder racks me and white hot pleasure ripples through me, my whole body on fire. My orgasm hits me by surprise— it’s like an out of body experience the way my limbs go numb as I come hard. All I can feel is her throat constricting as she swallows every last drop, and fuck, it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.

“Good morning,” Sera smiles as she peeks out from beneath the covers. Her hair is a mess and she’s wearing a red glow on her cheeks, but she still looks just as fucking beautiful as the day I met her.

I run my thumb over her swollen lips. “Good morning, indeed,” I chuckle.

She slides up my body, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I won’t deny that the past few days have been both hazy and lonely. Levi restricted me to bedrest after thoroughly fucking me into oblivion. Even with a gunshot wound, it didn’t stop me from getting at least another fuck before he refused me. Apparently, Sera has had the same idea until today, but I’m not going to complain. There’s no better way to wake up than with your girlfriend’s lips wrapped around your cock—well, unless Levi was here, too.

My heart is still racing, my breaths stuttering as I pull Sera close to me. She must notice my attention wandering, because she strokes my face, drawing my focus back to her. “He’s downstairs getting coffee,” she answers my silent question. “I wanted some alone time with you.”

Something pinches at my chest as soon as I hear those words. I’m losing myself to both of them. They both have a part of me, and I, them. There’s no competition when it comes to Sera and Levi, and I’m starting to understand the gravity of this relationship. Because if something happened to either of them, I’d never be able to choose. I’d be lost without the other and I don’t think there’s any question about whether they feel the same.

“How’s your leg?” Sera asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Much better now,” I admit. While the pain is still evident, I’m over the bedrest now. The past few days have been boring, and I want nothing more than to just get out of here. I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost eleven in the morning, and my stomach grumbles in protest.

There’s a faint blush staining Sera’s cheeks as I peer down at her. I stroke my thumb over her skin, unable to contain the smile on my lips. She’s so damn gorgeous that I swear it takes my breath away.

“Good morning, princesses!” Levi bursts into the room, making us both jump. He all but skips in carrying a tray of mugs, looking far too chipper considering the series of events that have taken place this week. The past two days he’s been incredibly irritating. I don’t know what he’s been taking, but it’s annoying as hell.

I cut him a glare at the new nickname—because I’m anything but a fucking princess.

Sera giggles beside me, sitting up to take a mug from the tray.

Levi places the tray at the end of the bed, then rounds it to come to my side. “Come on,” he says with a gesture of his hand. “Up!”

“Why?” I grumble, frowning at him.

“Because, princess, I need to change your dressing.”

That’s another thing he’s been more than happy to do; act like my own personal nurse, tending to my medical needs. If it wasn’t so damn cute it’d be infuriating. As it happens, though, I don’t actually mind this part of being bedridden because it’s not just my bandage he tends to when he comes to change it.

He whips the covers off of my body, gasping mockingly when his eyes don’t land on my thigh. No, he’s firmly taking in my wet cock, still relatively hard. Of course, he knew full well what Sera did to wake me up. He smirks, glancing over my shoulder at Sera. “Guess that part has been tended to.”

I roll my eyes and shift sideways so he can get to my leg.

Levi hands me some painkillers and a glass of water, then drops to his knees and grabs a fresh bandage from the bedside table.

“You feeling up for a trip today, princess?” Levi asks as he unravels my dressing. It’s not soiled or stained in any way, so I’m sure this is just an excuse for him to touch me—not that I mind.

Sera groans behind me, and when I glance her way, she’s rolling her eyes.

“What kind of trip?” I frown, because my interest is definitely piqued after seeing that reaction.

Levi smirks as he peels the dressing from my leg and exposes my stitched wound. The skin is red and sore, irritated by the stitches the doctor patched me up with. “The kind that Bianchi doesn’t want to take, but we’re forcing her to anyway.”

“Don’t remind me,” she mumbles.

I’m filled with curiosity as Levi helps me stand. It’s not that I can’t do it on my own, but it’s kind of sweet that he wants to help. I’ve protested enough to him about my ability to stand and walk. Sure, I’m a lot slower and I lean more on my left, but I haven’t completely lost my mobility. That’s what my cane is for apparently, though that doesn’t stop Levi from holding my waist and guiding me towards the bathroom.

The SUV rolls out of the driveway, silently, save for the soft crunch of gravel under the wheels. Enzo and Giovanni are up front, while Levi and I cage Sera in between us in the back seat. Despite the frosty atmosphere, it’s nice to finally be out of the confines of the house with Sera and Levi.

Apparently, this trip is to see her father; a visit he insisted on despite Sera’s reluctance. It seems one of her conditions for agreeing to her father’s dinner was that we all come along with her. And while I’m grateful for getting out of the house, sitting in his company is probably at the bottom of my bucket list—right next to taking a bullet in my leg.

I think we’re all wary of this visit in some way. Levi filled us in on the conversation he had with Alfredo a few days ago, and it’s all left us with mixed feelings. After what Sera’s father did, I can’t blame Sera for ignoring him. Enzo’s death, the massacre that occurred that day—even my father’s death; she felt responsible for what happened even though she was the intended target. Her father allowed her to feel that way regardless of the truth, and I can’t help but feel protective of her in light of that.

But on the flipside, I know firsthand what it’s like to lose a father, especially one I was so close with. The loss still weighs heavily on me, even after four months. The grief has lessened thanks to Levi and Sera, but there are still moments where I think back to my last conversation, my last interaction with my father before he left for Sera’s inauguration. I can never blame her for his death, and even though I know the truth, I still feel that she should hear her father out.

I slide my hand into hers, earning a grateful smile in the process. But she doesn’t speak; nobody says a word. The entire journey to her father’s place is silent. Every now and then, Sera huffs impatiently, adding to the tension in the car. By the time we park up in the courtyard of her childhood home, the atmosphere in the SUV is almost suffocating.

“Let’s get this over with,” Sera sighs, her mood souring as she glares at the obscenely large mansion.

Enzo and Giovanni exit the car first, then Levi pushes his door open. He holds a hand out for Sera, but she hesitates.

“Give us a minute?” I ask Levi, who nods in response, softly shutting the door again.

Sera turns to me with knitted brows, confusion setting in her features that only softens when I reach for her cheek.

“I know this is the last thing you want to be doing,” I say to her, cupping her face. “But you need to do this.”

“Do I?” she challenges, sliding her palm over mine.

I let out a steadying breath. “You do. Because one day you’ll wake up, and you won’t have the chance to forgive him. You won’t have the chance to tell him how his actions hurt you. One day he won’t be here for you at all, and that will hurt so much more.”

The silence is deafening as I stare into Sera’s dark eyes. A single tear slips down her cheek, catching itself on my thumb.

“You don’t want to go through what I did, Dolcezza, trust me.” Sincerity pours from my words. This is the only time I’ve truly allowed Sera to see the vulnerability that comes with my grief over my father’s death. This kind of pain is something I wouldn’t even wish on my worst enemy, let alone her, and she must realize the depth of what I’m saying because she slowly relaxes into my touch.

Sera nods softly, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “For someone who can’t express their words, you do a damn good job.”

I brush off her comment with a laugh, pushing my door open and sliding out. “Come on,” I say, holding my hand out for her to take,

She places her palm in mine, slipping out of the car. She moves away, giving me just enough room to slide my body against hers and cage her against the car.

Cupping her nape, I press a soft kiss to her lips. “It’s a shame,” I comment playfully against her lips. “I was going to resort to bribery.”

She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes closing briefly. “And how would you bribe me?” She smirks, eyes peering up at me. Even with heels, I still tower over her. It gives me just enough height to pin her with my gaze.

“You think I don’t know what you did to my car?” I murmur in her ear, hungry for her reaction.

Her eyes widen in response, her mouth gaping. The blush flaming her cheeks is the only confession I need.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make Enzo pay for that.” My voice is husky and filled with desire. After this morning, I’m looking forward to more time with Sera, especially now I’ve been deemed fit. My cock twitches at the reminder of waking up to her lips wrapped around me.

Excitement rounds her eyes as she licks her lips. “I can’t wait.”

I track the way her tongue follows the seam, instantly taken back to this morning. If I had it my way, we’d still be in bed and I’d already be making her pay for letting Enzo fuck her on the hood of my car. The mess those two made… I’m just glad it was Levi who cleaned it up and not me because I’d be using Enzo as the goddamn wash cloth.

We make our way to the ornate front door, where the rest of the guys are still waiting patiently. It takes me a minute to limp up the steps, but with Sera’s hand in mine, it makes it a little easier. When we reach the guys, Levi slips me an inquisitive look. I’m sure he has questions about the conversation I just had with Sera. It’s the first time I’ve said my thoughts out loud, albeit brief. But she deserved to know that what I experienced isn’t something she should herself.

Untimely death is part and parcel of our line of work. Men die at the hands of others over trivial things. Sera doesn’t need to experience the same loss I did, at least not while she holds a grudge for the man who tried to keep her safe. His actions might have hurt her, but at least he’s trying to fix it now.

I watch as Levi takes her other side, slipping his hand into hers to offer the support and strength she’s entitled to.

Footsteps sound through the doorway, and we all take a collective breath.

Alfredo Bianchi appears in all his powerful glory. Though he doesn’t hold his title anymore, I still feel the unmistakable authority that emanates from his tall stature. His silver hair glistens as the sunlight reaches him, his face creased with surprise and confusion as he glances between all five of us.

“I see you brought the whole family,” he comments. There’s no anger in his words, but there’s a sliver of distaste.

“Is that a problem?” Sera repostes.

“Not at all,” Alfredo smiles, stepping aside to let us in. “The more, the merrier.”

One by one, we enter the house and for the first time ever, I get a glimpse into Sera’s childhood. Every wall is bare, no pictures of Sera or her mother. No familial portraits or paraphernalia that would make this house a home. Aside from the bare minimum decoration of lamps and plants, there’s nothing to suggest this place was a nurturing home for her.

And now I’m beginning to understand her more.