Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Liesel
I wake from a deep sleep, and I’m disoriented for a moment. I know it’s Jorge in bed beside me, but I’m unsure where I am when I first open my eyes. Then I remember we’re at Noor and Hisham’s.
“Did you sleep okay, chiquita?”
“Yeah, actually, really well. I’m surprised I did.”
“It’s the relief from your father being back and exhaustion catching up to you with one less thing to worry about. Your body and mind needed the rest.”
I tilt my head to look up at him as he gazes down at me.
“I don’t doubt that’s most of it, but a lot of it is sleeping next to you. I’m safe here, and I know it. I can relax fully when I’m around you.”
He draws me over him to straddle his waist. I guide his cock into me and lean forward.
We lie like this for a moment before I rock my hips.
His hands guide me into a rhythm as he thrusts up and down, driving himself deep inside me.
I sit back, my hands resting behind me. This is the deepest he’s ever felt.
Our gazes lock and neither of us wants to look away.
There’s something spiritual about this. It’s not just fucking to get off.
It’s not even just gentle fucking. It feels like we’re making love, and it’s more moving than anything I’ve experienced before.
It’s like our souls are telling us we’ve met our mate.
That there’s no questioning whether we’re meant to be.
He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist as I rise and fall on his cock.
Our kiss is languid as we both pour emotions into it that aren’t even about sex.
Our movements are slow and quiet. The bed barely moves.
This time’s the opposite of how we were last night. There’s nothing frenetic about this.
“Come, Liesel, whenever you want. You don’t have to ask.”
“Thank you, Jorge.”
Neither of us uses an endearment, perhaps because we’ve never been more equal during sex. I crave this intimacy we’re creating together. It’s not long before I moan as I feel that sensation begin deep in my pussy before it spreads.
“I can’t last any longer. Come for me, chiquita.”
“I am, Daddy. I’m coming right now.”
This time the terms of affection are loving. It’s not about him being more dominant and me being more submissive. We truly are equals in this. When our bodies cool from the ecstasy, we kiss each other’s shoulders.
Even though we showered last night, we both know we need to do it again. When we step under the water, we embrace and hold each other, unable to get enough kisses. I feel his cock pressing against my lower belly. He’s getting hard again, so I ease my hand between us and stroke him.
“Are you sure you aren’t slipping little blue pills every day, Daddy?”
He chuckles. “Hardly. I don’t need any enhancements when I have you. I can’t get enough of you.”
With one more kiss we move apart, and I turn around sticking my hips out to him.
He grasps them knowing the invitation, then slides into me.
He wraps an arm around my waist as his other kneads my tits.
Once again, he’s just rocking as the anticipation builds for both of us.
I press my hands against the wall, but when my fingers bend as though they’d claw at it, he leans back.
Both hands cup my ass as he moves faster and harder.
“Rub your clit, baby girl.”
I happily do as he says. My head tilts back for a moment before it drops forward, my chin tucked nearly to my chest as we move together.
The force of his motion rocks my hips along with him.
I do my best to press back as far as I can each time he bottoms out in me.
This is a quickie, and we’re both coming soon.
Once he withdraws from me, we hurry to finish the shower.
“Liesel, something happened last night, and we need to go downstairs to discuss it with everyone else.”
I freeze midway through buttoning my shirt.
“What could’ve happened last night while we were sleeping?”
“While you were sleeping.”
“What?” My brow furrows not understanding.
“I woke to a knock on the front door. I slipped out to check what was going on. So did all the other men except your father. A box arrived with a tongue in it, but obviously it wasn’t your father’s since he’s here.
“Was there a note like last time?”
“Yes, it simply said ‘speak no evil.’”
“What the fuck? Why is this still happening if Papa’s here with us? Are you sure he is? Are you sure no one took him in the middle of the night?”
Panic bubbles in my chest and makes bile burn the back of my throat.
“Yes, I’m positive he’s still here. Hisham peeked into your parents’ room just long enough to know he was there before we all went back into our rooms.”
We’re both dressed now, so we head downstairs.
Immediately I can tell Heidi and Friedrich must have argued.
She won’t look in his direction and isn’t talking to him.
I take a seat next to my sister and shoot her a look.
She turns her head and glares at Friedrich, who sits across the table from her. Then she leans to whisper to me.
“He decided to share a monumental secret with me this morning. Turns out he’s more than just friends with someone in the Camorra.”
My gaze darts to Friedrich before it returns to my sister. I keep my voice low to match hers.
“Just how much more?”
Even though I’m speaking softly, it’s Friedrich who answers.
“I may as well just come out and say it to everyone since more than half of you already know. I’m still a member of the Camorra.
I don’t serve them day-to-day, and I left that life to be with Heidi.
I don’t want it near her, but it seems as hard as I tried to keep it away from Heidi and your family, it’s permeated our lives here in Frankfurt.
What’s going on involves my branch as well as three other syndicates. ”
“Three?!” I can’t help but blurt my question.
“Yes, my branch is working with another Italian syndicate against two others that are allied by marriage and now by blood.”
I look to my other side and gaze up at Jorge.
He’s okay with what has to happen next. We don’t have to speak to communicate.
He knows I need to confirm my family’s suspicions about him.
As I watch him, he shifts his gaze to Alejandro and Joaquin, his brow furrowing.
I turn my attention to them since they’re sitting beside each other.
It’s almost imperceptible, but they dip their chin.
I look back at Jorge, and he offers me a sad half smile.
“Mutti, Papa, Heidi.”
I look at each one in turn. I study my parents’ expressions, and it’s almost resignation on them. When I look at Heidi, she eyes me suspiciously.
“Friedrich’s not the only one with ties to a syndicate. Jorge and his family are in one too or rather I should say they run one in New York.”
My hand rests upon the table, and Jorge covers it, his fingers sliding under mine until our hands rest palm to palm. He’s reassuring me as he goes into a little more detail.
“It’s not just in New York. Our role is larger than that. It’s why I’ve been able to do what I have and why my brother and cousin can help us.”
I stare at my parents, and neither of them says anything. Heidi and I speak at the same time.
“You’re okay with this?”
We’ve been doing that since we were kids because we’re so much alike. Both of our parents nod, but it’s Papa who speaks up.
“We figured out Friedrich’s connection ages ago because of some of the business he referred to us. His clients were all legal but barely toeing the right side of the line.”
My mom offers Jorge a smile before she picks up where my dad left off.
“Jorge’s command of the situation immediately reassured me of who he is.
It was more than just confidence from wealth and being a powerful businessman.
It was far more than that. Once he said he had the resources to help, I knew what that meant.
Papa and I don’t love the danger that goes along with either of you being involved with your boyfriends, but it’s obvious how you feel about each other. ”
My mom’s gaze locks with mine. Neither Jorge nor I have declared our feelings beyond saying we care very much about each other. My mom’s basically acknowledging Jorge and I are in love or at least are almost there.
Heidi leans forward, but she says nothing.
She must think better of it. I turn my head toward her, and she looks at me.
I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but I assume it’s similar to me.
She shifts her attention to Friedrich, and I do the same with Jorge.
Whatever expression she’s giving Friedrich must be one that says either she forgives him or she needs him.
He pushes back his chair and walks around to our side of the table. He slides into the one to her left. He angles his chair to be as close to Heidi’s as he can. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, and she leans against him. Jorge kisses my temple and squeezes my hand.
I don’t love where the conversation goes next as Jorge explains more.
“Liesel, we’re still not sure about who targeted you.
We have some ideas, but we’re not positive.
We know this war among the Italians targeted you for the money they could launder through your accounts.
They used a winding path to get the money to Italy.
It didn’t start or stop where we expected. ”
“What does that mean?” I’m trying to keep up, but where the hell did any Italian syndicate come from. I remember Hisham explaining the route the money took, and I don’t recall it having anything to do with Italy.
“The money originated here, then went to France, Switzerland, and the Cayman Islands. It’s final destination was Italy. Palermo and Venice. It’s not Friedrich’s family or their ally. It’s the other side because they couldn’t get the money they need to pay for this.”
“Why did it originate here? I still don’t understand why they involved me.”