28. Nico
Nico
28
Days filled with rage have taken a toll on my sleep patterns. I’m exhausted. No matter what I say or how I negotiate, my father is adamant that Christina will marry Jimmy. Short of telling him that I’ve already claimed her and Enzo too, I’m running out of options. I think he already suspects something, but I know better than to confirm it unless he asks directly.
I’ve punched through walls. I’ve yelled myself hoarse. Hell, I even beat the shit out of a few people.
But it’s to no avail.
When I came up with a plan to kidnap her and hide her away, Enzo had to remind me that she’s safest here. Under guard. Protected. Next to us.
My life feels like chaos, and I have a constant headache as I try to find any possible way to get out of this situation.
I replay the facts in my mind for the millionth time.
The Cossis have betrayed us, stolen our goods, and fucked with our shipments.
Senator Cosa has the connections to put pressure on them without us having to wage a full out war.
Albert wants Christina married off by the end of the year.
Cosa wants Christina to marry Jimmy as payment for dealing with the Cossis.
Albert can solve two problems with one girl, so he said yes.
Enzo and I love Christina and she loves us, and I will personally kill anyone who touches her.
What a fucking mess.
As desperate as everything seems, I know that there has to be a solution. It’s so close that I can taste it on my tongue.
If only I could put the thoughts into words, and those words into place.
My heart beats harder and I stare out my bedroom windows. The distant city lights are barely visible. I can feel the fatigue in my mind and body. I roll my shoulders, trying to work out some of the tension consuming me.
The only thing I know right now, with absolute certainty, is that I won’t let Christina go.
If I could walk away from all of this, right now, and keep her safe – I would.
But there’s no walking away from the Mafia. I was born into this life, blooded in, and I’ll die in it.
Enzo too.
I’m the future Don of the Venitti family. I might not yet be respected, but I am feared, and it’s enough of a start. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for Christina.
According to Alec and Enzo, the Cosa’s are involved in the recent supply issues. If we have proof, we can take it to my father, but without it, we’re shit out of luck.
Jimmy Senior is old school but he’s also extremely rigid and intentional in his actions. He doesn’t do anything without a valid reason.
Jimmy Junior is a fuckwit of the first order, but he’s got a future ahead of him. Marriage and to a Venitti at that, shouldn’t be on the table yet.
Yes, Christina is stunning. If you ask me, she’s the most stunning woman to ever exist.
But why now? What is it about her that makes Jimmy Senior so anxious to marry his heir off at the ripe old age of 20?
Alec has been asking around and we found out that the first attack was because Lorenzo Cossi got pissed when Antonia told him we slighted her. It was supposed to be a message. A shot across the bow.
And that would have sufficed, had it only been the one attack. But there have been three now, plus the death of one of our men.
Somehow, the Cosas must have convinced the Cossis that there was an opportunity here to consolidate power and take us out, while still maintaining the Venitti name through Christina.
Using our girl as an incubator to breed the next generation that would have a claim to two family’s power.
Once I get to the bottom of this, I will never forget it nor allow anyone to forget this.
I hear movement in the room next to us and my heart clenches. Christina. Like a lovesick creeper, I listen as she moves around the room, opening and closing drawers and then entering our shared bathroom.
Her routine is adorably predictable. I glance at my watch, noting that it’s only 10 PM.
Right on time.
In the short while that we’ve lived together, I’ve learned that Christina has an extensive morning beauty routine, she prefers a satin pillowcase to protect her hair, she always does yoga when she wants to calm down, and she always takes a shower at night.
I need to see her. To feel her skin underneath my lips. Reassure myself that she’s real – what we have is real.
Enzo is my rock, but she became my reason. I can’t live without her.
Quickly, I move to the adjoining door and listen as the shower comes on.
Stripping off my clothing, I enter the bathroom. She’s singing off key and the mirror is already steamed up.
I grin to myself, pull open the shower door, and slip inside. When I touch her, she screams and flails, forcing me to catch her before she hits the floor.
“Jesus Christ, Nico! What are you doing?” She shrieks, slapping her soap covered hands on my chest.
“Looking at you,” I answer, gruffly.
Water sluices down her face and there are soap bubbles from her shampoo still in her hair.
Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide as she studies me.
My angel.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Nico,” she whispers, her eyes falling to my lips.
My cock is already hard – all it takes is looking at her these days.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, Angel,” I whisper, reaching for her.
She comes into my arms willingly, her lithe body fitting so perfectly next to mine. Her heat and slippery skin are enough to make me groan.
“What are you planning to do?” She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Kiss the fuck out of you and then make you squirm until you want to scream my name. But if you so much as say a word, I’ll have to stop,” I whisper back, positioning her so her back is against the wall.
The water is still touching her – keeping her warm, but it’s out of her face. I lean down, capturing her bottom lip in my teeth.
She moans and grinds her wet body up against me.
My control – already tenuous at best – snaps. A growl escapes me from low in my throat and then my lips are on hers.
I pour every goddamn complicated emotion and feeling that I’ve been wrestling with into that kiss.
The anger at my father, the fear that she could be sent away, and the love I have for her.
All of it.
She grips me tightly, her hands playing across my body, pulling me closer to her as she kisses me back with wild abandon.
“Please,” she pleads, rubbing up against me. “Please fuck me – make me forget about all this bullshit.”
I pause and look down at her, noting the anguish that is hidden in her eyes. She’s been so brave through all this. Adapting to our life as best she can – a new home, a new routine, and now this.
I tuck her wet hair behind her ears and cup her face. “I won’t let him have you. We’re going to get you out of this. You belong with us. Forever.” I promise, fiercely.
She sighs and brings her hands up to clutch mine. “I believe you.”
I hate that she’s so sad. I can’t take that away for her – yet. But I can give her what she asked for. If she wants me to fuck her as a distraction, I can do that.
“Turn around, Christina,” I order, stepping back so she can obey. “Put your hands above your head and on the tile.”
She spins around so fast it makes me laugh. Her hands are on the tile and her pert little ass is sticking out.
She’s absolutely perfect.
“Spread your legs,” I say, stroking myself.
She widens her stance and peeks out over her shoulder at me, wiggling her butt. Little tease.
“I’m not going to be gentle, baby girl,” I warn her, stepping forward and positioning myself at her entrance.
“I said fuck me through the bullshit, Nico,” she says, softly.
I love this side of her. So sassy and direct. I hope we get to see more of it.
I tease the head of my cock through her folds before I drive home. She grunts softly as I bury myself in her from tip to root in one powerful thrust.
She’s so wet and so tight – it takes everything in me not to rut against her like some sort of crazed animal.
“Don’t hold back, Nico,” she moans, rocking her ass against me and grinding.
My arms drop down to her hips, anchoring her next to me. Still joined, I take a step back and pull her with me, turning her so she’s facing the small bench at the end of the shower.
“Bend down and touch the bench, Angel,” I command.
She reaches for it, planting her hands on the bench. The perfect picture of submission.
Just for me.
I push her forward slightly, causing her to bend over the bench even more.
“Hang on tight, Angel.” I growl behind her.
“Yes,” she gasps, bracing herself against the bench.
Without warning, I start thrusting, hard and fast. She moans as I drive into her, pounding that perfect pink pussy until she’s quivering. She arches her back, meeting me thrust for thrust as she holds onto the bench.
The heat between us builds as we move together in sync. Her moans and cries are like music to my ears, soothing the trials of my day and driving me closer and closer to the breaking point of my control.
The sound of our skin slapping together fills the shower as we both lose ourselves in each other.
The water runs down my face, stinging my eyes, but I can’t stop.
“Oh, god,” she cries out. I can feel her walls clenching me even tighter. With a groan, I reach down and pull her up so she’s almost standing upright. I clamp my hand over her mouth and take a half step back, turning her so she’s pressed against the wall again.
“I said you needed to be quiet, Angel,” I whisper in her ear. She says something but it’s muffled by the hand I keep clamped over her lips.
“Come for me,” I order, thrusting deep inside her.
Her eyes widen and then flutter shut as I fuck her, driving her higher and higher until her whole body tenses and she explodes, her entire being trembling from the power of her climax.
I groan and pump into her three more times before I let myself go, filling her up with my seed.
The water is starting to run cold by the time I withdraw from her.
“Did that help?” I ask, gently running a washcloth over her, cleaning her up.
She stares down at the floor for a long moment before meeting my eyes.
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” she admits. “You or Enzo.”
My heart fills and I pull her into a hug.
“You’re never going to have to find out, Angel. I swear it. You’re it for me. I fucking love you almost as much as I love fucking you”
She looks at me, her eyes wide. “I love you too, Nico,” she whispers shyly.
Those words from her lips fill me with resolve. I will solve this problem for her - for us.
Because she is my everything.
Once she’s dry, dressed in her pjs and tucked back into her bed, I go back to my room and open my laptop.
I’ll be damned if I leave a single stone unturned when it comes to this.
Christina is worth it. Our future is worth it.