Chapter 53
It’s been two weeks since Sera was rushed to the hospital. As harrowing as that night was, I’ve since been determined to work with Nico to ensure there are no more lingering threats. We managed to find Nico, after getting away from the Manor. He had to ditch his phone, which explains why we couldn’t get a hold of him. As for the men he sent out with us, they didn’t even spot what was happening until it was too late. Enzo was only taken out by two men, so they could have easily slipped past Rocco’s tactical team.
Once we cleared the air on that, I agreed to work with him on his and Sera’s lists. Since they overlapped, it made perfect sense. We went through every family from San Francisco to San Diego, ensuring their alignment was with Bianchi—the right Bianchi. After Raf was able to hack into the device hidden inside the playing card, we were able to make a list of those who had defected—which was surprisingly short, considering everything—and clean house.
It seemed Francesco hadn’t convinced as many families to join his cause as we thought; none that would go after Sera without his command, at least. It’s both a relief and an annoyance because had we known all of this before, the last three months would have been a breeze.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
I glance at Luca, who keeps checking his watch every damn minute from the chair beside me. Ever since Sera got out of the hospital, he’s constantly been at her side. He must be crawling out of his skin because today’s the first day she’s asked to be alone—alone with Giovanni. They’ve gone to see Alfredo, to finally clear the air and get the truth out in the open. Like Luca, I’m a little nervous about what that may entail since Francesco slandered Sera’s mother and exposed the family bloodline. But this is Sera’s life, this is her truth to uncover. Whatever is said, I’m sure she’ll tell us.
Which is why I reach over and rest a hand on Luca’s bouncing knee. “Relax, Pretty Boy. She’ll be fine.”
He nods in response, but I feel like he’s only placating me. I don’t push it any further though because I hear the front door open and close, followed by the distinctive sound of Sera’s heels clipping the floor.
Some things never change. The fact she resumed her role almost instantly as soon as she was released from the hospital is on-brand for our leader. Despite her arm being in a sling—which she wears like a badass—she looks fucking radiant in her white pantsuit, black heels clicking towards me.
“Boys,” she greets me, Enzo and Luca, then turns her attention to Nico. “Rocco.” She barely acknowledges him before turning on her heel and heading down to her den. We all take that as our cue to follow her, Giovanni staying put upstairs. I guess he’s already heard whatever she has to say to us, and judging from the grimace on his face, it’s not good.
As we all get seated in the den, Sera takes her position behind her desk. She sighs deeply, wincing when she shifts her position in her chair. She’s still adamant to go back to the way things were, before her life was at real risk. She’s already ignoring the doctor’s request for her to rest a little longer. There’s no lasting damage to her chest since it was a through-and-through shot, but it’s going to be a long road to recovery since she damaged the nerves in her shoulder. If there’s one thing I know about Serafina Bianchi, though, it’s that she won’t take any shit lying down. The doctors told her to rest, and this is her big ‘fuck you’ in response. The thought makes me smile, because she really did say “Fuck you” when leaving the hospital.
For a while, the room is silent. There’s a thick tension blanketing the room and nobody wants to break it.
It’s Sera who clears her throat first, dark eyes glaring at Nico. “Do you want to start?” It’s a command, not a question, and Nico recognises it for that.
With a nod, Nico exhales loudly. “I guess I should start with an apology?” He grimaces, clearly recognizing the deficiencies of his own words.
“That would be a start.” Sera taps her fingernails on her desk, glowering at Nico.
“Right,” Nico replies with a nervous smile, and I swear I’ve never seen the man look so anxious.
What the hell is going on?
“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” Nico glances at Enzo, then returns his fidgety gaze to Sera, who manages to keep a lid on her emotions somewhat. I don’t know what has this guy so out of sorts, but I’m damn well intrigued. “I should have told you a long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you?” Her tone is dry, emotionless. Like she’s lost all reason to care but still wants answers.
Nico shrugs.
“Sorry, but what the fuck is going on?” Luca finally snaps, his storm swallowing him up like a tempest. I can’t say that wasn’t expected. If I’m being honest, I actually thought he’d break quicker than this. He hates being out of the loop, and once he’s confused, his anger fights a way through instantly.
Sera closes her eyes, softening her features as she looks Luca and I dead in the eye. “Nico is my brother.”
“The fuck?!” I bark, disbelief knocking me sideways. If it wasn’t for the chair I’m in, I think I might have stumbled because there’s no way I heard her correctly.
“It was his dad?” Luca quizzes. “Your mom was sle—”
“No!” she snaps, anger suddenly making her shake. I move to stand near her, to offer my support because she’s clearly overwhelmed but she raises a hand in the air, stopping me in my tracks.
“My father was greedy…” Nico starts to explain.
“Tell us something we don’t know,” Enzo mutters.
Ignoring his comment, Nico continues. “He’s always taken what he wants, always got his own way when it came to marital arrangements. You know how it goes. Apparently he took a shine to Alfredo’s new wife, and…” He pauses, like he’s searching for the words.
Something rings in the back of my mind, something I’m not quite sure I have the place to ask, but I do anyway. “How new?” I question, darting a glance at our leader.
“New,” she confirms with the strength I admire so much about her. Her insinuation gives me no other indication than the fact that Nico’s father was at her parent’s wedding. That’s how new she means.
“I think you can assume what happened,” Nico suggests, his voice taking on a darker tone. “I only found out a few years ago, when the prospect of...” he coughs slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “The prospect of marrying into the Bianchi family arose. You were the only female, but when my father met with Alfredo and Enzo to discuss an arrangement, it all came out.”
I feel like my heart has just leaped out of my chest and run away. My mouth gapes, searching for the words, but none come out. Enzo knew?
“Alfredo knew?” Luca gasps. “Enzo knew and neither told you?”
Sera shakes her head. “We’ve spoken about it. I understand why my father didn’t say anything. He never saw me as anything other than his daughter. His actions might not match with that statement, but he loved me as his own, and I can’t fault him for that. As for Enzo…” she sighs, locking eyes with him across the room. “There are some conversations we need to have.”
I must look lost, so Sera continues the story. “My mother told my father what happened that night. Apparently there was no hiding the state Don Rocco left her in. On their wedding night of all times. My father was livid, threatened to take him out for what he did to her.”
“Why didn’t he?” Luca questions further. Like all of us, he’s deeply invested.
Sera glances back at Nico, swallowing heavily. I see a war of emotions behind her dark eyes, a battle she’s tried to handle all day, which is probably why she’s in such a foul mood. Anyone would be after finding out the hidden truth about their own parentage. “Because he had kids, little boys she couldn’t stand to be without a father, no matter what he did.”
That, right there is where I see Sera gets her strength from. Her mother possessed the same merciful nature, a testament to all of La Cosa Nostra. She was assaulted, and her answer was to forget what happened; to live with the consequences and thrive in spite of them. I’m left astounded by everything unfolding, still unable to find my words.
Then it clicks. Why Enzo didn’t want to talk to us about Nico, about whether he would double cross Sera. He was confident in his answer, so certain that Rocco wouldn’t betray Sera because they’re related. Fuck!
“Why didn’t you tell her?” I finally ask. He knew she needed his help, and he left her to fend for herself—not quite, but he still had some responsibility.
Nico shrugs. “We didn’t know each other very well. It seemed like a pointless task to confront you about. It doesn’t make what I did right, I know that now. But I didn’t recognize the situation for what it was. We all have targets on our backs. Hell, I’d be surprised if we didn’t.”
He has a good point. We’re all on someone’s radar, somebody waiting for the opportune moment to take a shot and clear the chessboard. I can see where his logic took him, especially when he had his own situation to take care of.
“So what happens now?” Enzo quizzes.
“Nothing,” Nico answers with conviction. “Nothing changes. Sera continues her leadership.”
Sera shakes her head. “You’re wrong,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze to her lap. “This changes everything.”
In a few long strides, Nico rounds Sera’s desk and places a hand on her shoulder. It’s a gesture of comfort, a sign of respect because we all recognize the situation. Nico is older. By right, he should have the title. But the complication lies in the fact that it’s Bianchi’s seat—and neither of them are a Bianchi.
“It doesn’t have to,” Nico reassures her. “Nobody is going to challenge you.” And by nobody, he means him.
Sera looks up at her newfound relation, eyes rounding with doubt. “You don’t know that.”
“What I mean is, I won’t let them.” His words are filled with brotherly support, the same protectiveness I feel over Luisa. “You deserve this, Sera. By blood, or not. I don’t know anyone who could do this better than you. You’re a leader, our leader.”
As her gaze travels, Sera’s shoulders relax. “What about the other families that are still out there? The ones Francesco called upon?”
“There weren’t as many as we thought,” I answer her. “Raf hacked the calling card and found only a few names listed. Half of them we don’t need to worry about because they’re dead.” I’m referring to Greco and Verdi, and the others Nico took out along the way to satisfy his own revenge plot.
“And the other half?” Enzo asks. He’s been oddly quiet throughout this meeting. Something tells me he already knew all of this and he doesn’t want to scratch the already open wound by saying the wrong thing. It’s the smartest thing he can do right now, because Luca was right. All Enzo does is keep shit from Sera, from the group, and with each of those lies someone winds up getting hurt or worse.
I watch as Nico pulls out the piece of paper with all the names we found on the calling card. Once Raf hacked into it, it was pretty easy to navigate. It seems Francesco used all his resources on preventing someone getting to the information, but not enough to protect the identities of his co-conspirators.
Placing the dossier on her desk, he presses a finger to it. “Soon enough, they’ll be dead. By my hand or yours.”
Sera looks up at his towering form. All I see is a newfound affection for the man she can now call her brother, her family. She smiles with pure confidence, examining the small list. There’s only one big name on there. All the rest are small families who were eager to please Francesco for a chance to sit in his presence. It’s pretty pathetic when you think about it, but that’s just how some people operate.
“Soon, this organization will be rid of the old,” Nico assures us all like he’s trying to motivate us into action. He doesn’t need to, because I can categorically say we’d all follow Sera blindly into the inferno.
“La Cosa Nuova,” Sera mutters, still gazing at the piece of paper. Determination sets her eyes hard, and I can see all the thoughts running through her head of how she wants to run things. I think it’s safe to say we’re all excited for this new era.
There wasn’t a funeral for Francesco Bianchi. There wouldn’t have been much point to it since there wasn’t a body to recover. That much became apparent when the twins returned with Nico the day after it all went down to tell us everything had been handled. I didn’t ask much more than necessary, I didn’t care to be honest. All I know is Rocco organized the disposal of all the Bianchi soldiers, including Francesco himself. D’Angelo is still missing, though I have an idea where he might be.
It’s been a month since it all went down, since the truth of Sera’s paternal family was uncovered. Despite her relation to the Rocco family, she hasn’t let it deter her. She’s found a new lease on life, supported by a whole group of guys who admire her in different ways. But Luca, Enzo, Giovanni and I, we’re the ones who get to see her thrive the most.
Like right now, as she unbuckles my belt in the backseat of Enzo’s SUV, her eyes are alight with fresh desire. Her arm is still in a sling, so it’s difficult for her to get a grasp with one hand, but Luca comes to the rescue, undoing my belt and releasing my throbbing cock from my slacks.
I groan when he fists it lazily, leaning forward to capture Sera’s lips in a breathless kiss. The way he multitasks only makes me harder, making me stifle a moan when he swipes his thumb over the tip, spreading my pre-cum over the head.
“All yours, Dolcezza,” he purrs at her as he breaks their kiss.
Using the space provided between the front and back seats, she kneels between my legs and takes me in her warm, wet mouth. She licks my shaft from base to tip, swirling her tongue over the head while Luca continues to work me up with his hand. They work as a team, building me up to blinding heights of euphoria, but Luca’s damn penchant for edging gets involved and he pulls away.
I should have known better when I said yes to this little trip. But as soon as I heard what Luca and Sera were planning—their way of getting back at Enzo for fucking on Luca’s Maserati and all the secrets—I had to get involved. No way was I missing this.
Okay, now that I think about it, I don’t regret this one bit because I have the two most irresistible people on earth sucking my cock on a hilltop view overlooking L.A. I’d be an idiot if I passed this opportunity up.
Luca leans down, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. It’s goddamn soul shattering the way he sucks me off, his hand pumping, tongue sliding. I throw my head back when I hit the back of his throat again, and Sera swallows my moans, slamming her mouth to mine. With her good hand, she guides my own underneath her skirt.
“Fuck,” I gasp when my fingers meet her soaked pussy. She slides her hips eagerly until my digits slip inside, and lets out a delicious moan of her own as I curl them.
I can’t take my eyes off her as I pump my fingers, her juices coating my knuckles. She’s so fucking beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven to destroy my body and soul. The way she shamelessly rocks her hips, hand reaching for her tit and squeezing, she’s hypnotic.
Meanwhile, Luca keeps edging me like the motherfucker he is, until I can’t take anymore.
I snap.
I pull Sera onto my lap, turning sideways so Luca can move in behind her. Thank god for the space in this car, because we definitely wouldn’t be able to do this in my Porsche.
Lining my slick cock at her entrance, I lock eyes with Sera and in one seamless thrust, I impale her on my length. She falls forward, barely able to keep herself upright with one working arm—but we make it work.
While I work Sera up, Luca is behind her, pumping his own cock with languid strokes while he watches her pussy swallow my shaft. There’s no denying how fucking hot it looks, but the feeling of our bodies connecting, driving each other to the edge of pleasure, is pure addiction.
The familiar sound of lube being squirted has my ears perking. Silently, I try to guess which hole he’s going for. Since we’re all more than comfortable with one another, I can’t conceal the moan that escapes me when I feel Luca’s cock nudge at Sera’s entrance. Right. Beside. Mine.
“Shit,” Sera gasps, dropping her head against my chest. “Don’t stop, Luca. Please don’t stop.”
I comb my fingers through her long brown locks, thankful that she left it down—I like it when she wears it down.
Luca obeys, pushing inch by inch inside her pussy, his shaft rubbing against mine. This position brings back so many memories; of the first time Luca and I took Sera together in her den. The first time Luca and I gave into our urges completely and unashamedly. We’ve come a long way from when we first started working together. It’s amazing how quickly someone can go from a stranger to a lover, to someone you’d scorch the earth for. Luca and Sera are it for me, I don’t think I’ll ever find a love like this again—nor do I want to.
Sera and Luca complete me, individually and together. We’re a dynamic I never foresaw, but I’ll be damned if I ever let this go.
With Luca fully seated inside Sera, he starts moving with more intent, his cock fucking mine at the same time. The gleam in his eye as I look over Sera’s shoulder tells me so much more than words ever could. He gazes down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time, stealing my soul as he pumps harder and harder.
I match his rhythm with my own thrusts, fingers biting into Sera’s hips. She cries out over and over, lost in the bliss of two cocks fucking her tight pussy. And when her body starts to convulse, I slam my lips onto hers, stealing her moans, her breaths, her pleasure. I don’t want this to end, but when Luca grunts and my own climax tumbles towards me, I throw myself into it, fucking Sera so hard I swear I black out when I come, shooting so hard that my vision grows spotty and my breaths are ragged.
Luca follows close behind, my cum and Sera’s slickness plus the lube sliding across my thighs. With one last harsh thrust, Luca finishes with a strangled groan, flopping forward and smoothing both Sera’s and my hair. His breaths are harsh, his eyes closed, but I feel his hand link with mine on Sera’s hip. It’s a gesture I’ve come to understand as something he uses when words can’t express what he wants to say. That’s Luca all over, though. He’s always let his anger rule over him, never being great with words.
So I give his hand a squeeze, one I hope he interprets the way I mean, because maybe he’s right. Sometimes words can’t express what you’re feeling. Sometimes it’s the simplest actions, the ones most would disregard. Those are the ones that mean the most to Luca and I.
Eventually, when we’ve pulled ourselves apart, we make our way back home. Sera makes a point of not wearing underwear, even going as far as keeping her skirt around her waist. I don’t think she realizes how hard it’ll be to get the stains out—or she does, and she just doesn’t care.
By the time we get home, it’s almost dark and the post-coital bliss has nearly worn off. Sera tugs her skirt down as soon as we park, hopping out of the car and wearing a mask of indifference. Luca, on the other hand, makes a point of grabbing his junk as he steps out of the car, probably expecting Enzo to be watching us arrive. I can’t help but smirk when my assumption is right, because Enzo steps out of the house and storms towards us.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he bellows. “I’ve been calling you for the last hour.”
“Relax,” Sera scoffs. “We had an appointment.”
Enzo frowns, darting a glance over her shoulder to me, but I just offer a shrug like I didn’t just fuck our girl in his car and make a mess of the upholstery. Dude really needs to invest in leather. It’s easier to clean.
Holding out his palm, he waits for me to hand the keys over. Gone is the angry expression he was once wearing, and in its place is a more curious look on his face.
Without a word, we all head towards the house. Sera wraps her good arm around my waist, while Luca slides his arm around her shoulders. We’re only a few steps away when we hear a car door slam and Enzo’s words breaking the peaceful night.
“You motherfuckers!”
Sera is the first to break character, giggling as she heads up the steps to the house.
“Fontana!” Enzo screams.
Luca turns, flipping him off like the child he is. “Call it payback! Next time you’ll think twice about fucking on the Maserati!”
“Game on, Fontana!”