30. Nicki
"Hi, I am here to see Daniel," I say, leaning against the reception desk at the entrance of the precinct where my father used to work.
"Daniel?"
"Yes, Danny, um he used to work with Leonard Dellacroce."
"Oh - Dan - um, sorry honey, he hasn't worked here for a few years now."
I shake my head in confusion. "Oh, no that can't be right. It must be the wrong Daniel."
"No, I know who you are talking about." She turns the computer screen to face me, and an image of Daniel fills the screen.
"Yes, um, that's him. But I don't understand."
"He left a few years ago. Honestly, he got a bit weird, distracted, messing up at work. The boss kind of gave him the choice to leave voluntarily or…"
"But I saw him a few weeks ago." I interrupt, still completely confused about what is going on.
I thought I would come here, and they would tell me they hadn't seen him in a few weeks. Maybe he went into hiding after the incident at Cielo e Terra. I did not expect this
I try and search my brain to remember if I ever met him at the precinct. I don't think I did. We met at coffee shops and restaurants.
I thank the lady and turn to walk out, pulling out my phone and dialing my father.
"Daddy, how are you and Mom doing?"
"Things are so good, Nicks, how are you doing?"
"Actually, I know you were taking time to settle in and everything, so I'm sorry to ask you stuff like this. While I was trying to solve your case I was working with Danny, your old protege, and he's missing. But when I came to see if work had heard from him, they told me he stopped working here years ago. Do you know anything about this?"
"Mm. I don't. But I got a call from my old boss earlier this week. He wants me to come in tomorrow and possibly take my old job back."
"That's amazing, Dad. I'm so happy for you."
"I don't think I am going to sweety; the pay really isn't that great; I want to look for something better."
"But you loved being a detective, Dad."
"I know, but you don't always get to do what you love."
"That's not true, I mean - well - just focus on settling back in at home for now. We can worry about that kind of thing later. Ok, I will stop bothering you with these things now. We will talk soon."
Vitorio and I are standing out on the balcony of our new penthouse apartment in the city. Leaning against the railing, we can see everything.
The magnificent evening view stretches out in front of us, each building glittering with lights, and a beautiful energy is dancing on the night breeze.
Things have changed a lot in the months since Luca's death. The mafia has been pulled back into control by Marco and his cousins, following old rules, with more structure and respect. Luca's associates and their dangerous grip on the underworld have been dismantled and dealt with one by one.
Vitorio and I chose to move to a new part of the city, into our own place, so that we can have a fresh new start together. Even though things are so uncertain, so unclear, and we haven't quite figured out what our plan is yet - we are so happy together.
Vitorio shifts closer to me and pulls me against his body with his muscular arm.
"What are you thinking about beautiful girl?"
"About the city, and us, and our future."
"You know, you and I made a really good team when we worked together."
His voice vibrates through me.
"We did, didn't we." I grin.
"We also made a big difference, for the city I mean. We made it safer, better - I really like the idea of doing that again."
I shift my body around to face him and he stands with both arms wrapped around me as I lean against his chest looking up at him.
"Do you want to become a superhero? Working at night, taking out bad guys? I could make you a cape." I giggle.
"Funny." He says with a sly grin, as he lifts my face up towards him with his hand beneath my chin. "Actually, I was thinking of starting a private detective firm. We can hire your dad. You and I can run around chasing bad guys. I think it sounds pretty adventurous."
"So you do want the cape then?" I laugh. He pulls my face right up against his and kisses me. Bolts of lightning shoot through my body at his touch. I will never be able to get used to how he makes me feel.
He stops and leans back to look me in the eyes.
"Vito, I would love to start doing that with you. I think we would be great at it. My dad turned down his boss's offer to return to work because the salary was just too low. I am sure he will hear us out if we show him our ideas."
"Well, I can guarantee that he would earn a considerable amount more working with us. And we need his experience and knowledge. You know, I just want to find a way to honor my father's memory. I don't want other people to have to go through what we went through. I feel like this might be a great way to do that."
"We can talk to him tomorrow. It sounds like a really exciting idea."
He grins at me.
"It will be dangerous."
"I like dangerous."
"It will be challenging."
"I like challenging."
"What else do you like?"
"I like it when you kiss me."
Vitorio's grin turns mischievous. He lifts me in his arms and wraps my legs around his waist.
"Let me show you what I like." He says, carrying me through to our bedroom and dropping me onto the bed.
I giggle as he grabs my pants and yanks them off while I pull my top over my head and throw it aside.
He strips out of his clothes and stands next to the bed looking down at me.
My eyes dance over his sculpted body, and the scar across his stomach where the bullet almost took him from me.
"Spread your legs." He demands.
I slowly open my legs, watching his expression as his eyes wander over my naked skin.
"That is what I like." He growls, kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling my thighs over his shoulder.
He buries his face between my legs, his warm mouth pressed against my pussy.
I gasp as he slides his tongue over the most sensitive parts of me. His hands grip my thighs tightly, pulling me against him and I nearly lose my mind when he slides his tongue into me and then starts moving it rhythmically in and out of me.
I rock my hips against his face as the pleasure pulses through me like waves of heat and electricity. My entire body is alive beneath the touch of his hands and mouth.
I want more though. I want to feel him.
"Vito - I need you."
He looks up at me, licking his lips.
"Tell me what you want baby girl."
"I want to feel your cock inside me."
A low growl rumbles from his lips as he lifts himself over me. With his thick arm pressed into the bed above my head, he pushes my legs wide with his hips. I feel him rubbing his massive, rock-hard cock over my pussy and a delightful moan rushes from my lips.
He dips his cock into my pussy. I shudder in delight.
"Is this what you want?"
"More," I beg.
He pushes further in, and I rock my hips upward, trying to feel all of him. He chuckles.
"More?"
"More. I demand, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I try to pull him into me.
Vitorio thrusts hard and his cock fills me up and stretches my pussy wide open. I cry out in ecstasy and my nails leave marks in his skin.
He leans down and locks his mouth over mine as he begins to thrust, deep and slow, leaving me spinning and gasping.
His lips are pressed into mine and his tongue is dipping into my mouth. I can taste myself in his mouth and feel his cock penetrating me all at the same time. His hand is roaming my breast, pulling lightly at my nipple, sending shockwaves through my body.
Every sensation he is giving me is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"You belong to me, baby girl." His voice rumbles in my ear. "You always will. I am never letting you go."
His words run through me like wildfire, pulling me into him, and making me feel so many beautiful things.
He starts to fuck me hard, and my cries get louder, more urgent. Each time he pushes into me I gasp in pleasure.
Soon my legs begin to shake, and he pulls them tight around his waist. Then my entire body starts shaking and he leans down to kiss my neck, sending a splash of goosebumps across my skin.
I can't take it anymore.
I tilt my head back and my lips part as my orgasm slams into me. He holds me in his arms as he continues to fuck me until his cock is throbbing and almost too big to fit inside me. Then I feel his body convulse as he explodes his own pleasure into me.
He rolls over, pulling me with him, so that I can snuggle against his side.
"I can't get enough of you, Nicki. Every time we are together the pleasure of it overwhelms me. You are the most beautiful, perfect person I have ever met."
I grin, leaning up to kiss him. I press my lips against his and take my time, letting him know - with this kiss - that he means the world to me. That he is my everything.
THE END