Chapter 30
Yuki
Standing back, I look at the arrangement then adjust a piece of bark.
Over the past five days, I’ve been keeping myself as busy as possible. Mom, Bianca, and Sienna have come over a couple of times, and I’ve gone out to meet them for lunch and a shopping trip.
Augusto has called me every day and kept me updated on what’s been happening in Tokyo. When he told me everything went smoothly and Ryo’s now in charge of the Yakuza, my legs nearly gave way from the intense relief I felt.
But unfortunately, he has to stay another couple of days to help Ryo.
I let out a sigh, missing my husband too much to enjoy what I’m doing.
Giving up with the arrangement, I slump down on one of the stools by the island and rest my chin in my palms. Another sigh escapes me as I think about calling Augusto.
He’s busy. You can’t bother him.
Suddenly, arms wrap around me, and I’m hauled into the air. A scream rips free from me, then I shout at the top of my lungs, “Rocco!”
“It’s me,” I hear Augusto say, and as I crane my neck and lock eyes with him, I let out a happy shriek. Turning around to hug him, I press kisses all over his face.
Rocco comes barging into the kitchen, his gun drawn, but when he sees Augusto, confusion flutters over his face.
“Leave, unless you plan to watch me fuck my wife,” Augusto orders, his tone holding no bite.
Rocco turns on his heel and quickly leaves while muttering, “My fucking heart.”
“You’re home,” I say as my eyes drift over every inch of Augusto’s face.
“I wanted to surprise you.” He sets me down on the island and presses a hard kiss to my mouth.
“How was your flight? Did everything go well?”
Shoving my skirt up, he rips my underwear from my body.
“Flight was long.” He yanks down his zipper and pulls his hard-on out.
“Everything is good.” Positioning his cock at my entrance, he enters me in a hard thrust. “So, so fucking good,” he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. “Fuck, I missed you, my wife.”
His body shudders as he remains buried inside me, then his mouth claims mine in a desperate kiss. Only when my lips are swollen and tingling does he pull out before slamming back inside me.
Augusto pushes me back, and once I’m lying down on the marble top, he grips my sides and lifts my ass into the air.
As he begins to take me with rough and hard thrusts, moans spill from my lips. The sound of our skin slapping fills the air, and before I know it, an orgasm pulses through me. As I clench around his cock, he finds his release, his body jerking against mine as he lets out a satisfied groan.
“Jesus, you have no idea how much I missed you,” he says, breathless from the moment we just shared.
“I do. I missed you just as much.”
Pulling out of me, he grabs a couple of paper towels and hands some to me. After we clean up, I jump off the island and pick up my ruined panties, tossing them in the trash.
When I turn around, I’m scooped up into another hug, and Augusto holds me for the longest time.
“Ryo’s fine. It’s up to him to make or break it,” he tells me.
I lift my eyes to his and give him a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“You will.” His expression turns serious. “When you’re ready, you can forgive me for what happened when we first met.”
A frown forms on my forehead. “I already forgave you. I thought you knew.”
“You never said the words.”
I frame his jaw with my hands and look deep into his eyes. “I forgive you, Augusto. Besides, it wasn’t our fault. I blame my father, and he’s already dead, so it’s over.”
“Yutaro suffered,” he says, his tone darker. “I gutted him.”
My gaze widens, and there’s such a sense of… vindication. That monster got what he deserved.
“Thank you,” I whisper before pressing a tender kiss to Augusto’s mouth, before I lock eyes with him again. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’ll never take you for granted.”
“I feel the same,” he admits. “I never knew I could love someone the way I love you.”
“I love you with all my heart.” I give him another kiss. “Body.” Kiss. “And soul.”
Augusto lifts me against his body and wraps me in such a tight hug, it feels like he might never let me go.
“Same, my little shapeshifter.” When he sets me down again, he asks, “What have you been up to while I was gone?”
“I’ve spent a lot of time with Mom, Bianca, and Sienna.”
A grin spreads over his face. “Mom?”
Nodding, I explain. “The day you and Ryo left, they all came over to keep me company, and I started calling your parents Mom and Dad. They said it’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay.” Taking my hand, he leads me out of the house so we can walk through the garden.
Augusto
After all the guests arrive, the women head out into the garden where Yuki has tables set up for them.
She went above and beyond for this evening, and as the men look at the snacks table, Chrsitiano says, “I vote, going forward, we have every poker night at Augusto’s.”
“Not a chance in hell,” I chuckle.
I keep an eye on Georgi, and when he sees I’ve placed him beside Uncle Damiano, he shoots me a scowl. “Fucker.”
“A promise is a promise,” I reply.
“What promise?” Uncle Renzo asks.
“Nothing.” I move closer to him. “I took a page out of your book and gutted Tanaka’s guard dog.”
His eyebrows lift as he gives me an impressed look. “And?”
“I understand why you prefer it.” I pat him on the back. “It was very satisfying.”
“It’s fucking messy,” Uncle Dario mutters. “And I want to enjoy my snacks, so no talk of guts, please.”
He takes his seat, but as he reaches for the pack of cards, Uncle Angelo grabs hold of it, saying, “I’m dealing tonight.”
Uncle Dario shrugs. “I’m still going to kick your ass at poker.”
“We’ll see.”
While the men find their seats and talk business, I walk to the backyard to see how Yuki is doing.
“Give me the name of the landscape architect you used,” Aunt Torri says. “Our backyard can do with a makeover.”
“Do you sell these pots?” Gianna asks. “I wanted to get some during our honeymoon.”
“I’m not charging you,” Yuki replies, her face beaming from all the attention she’s getting. “You can all help yourself.”
The women flock to the pots stacked against the wall, and when they begin to argue about who’s taking what, I head back to the poker tables.
Taking my seat between Adriano and Riccardo, I smile at my brother. “Have you thought about going somewhere else for your honeymoon?”
He shakes his head while he swallows the chips he just shoved into his mouth. “I just started working with you. Gianna and I talked about it and decided to wait a couple of years so I can get settled in the company.”
I grab a fistful of nuts and toss some into my mouth. “As long as you’re happy.”
“I am, but when are you going to teach me the rest of the business?”
“When you turn thirty.” I lock eyes with Enzo, who’s the dealer for our table. “You better give me a good hand.”
He smiles while shuffling the cards. “You get what you get.”
As the game starts, I listen to the men bantering and think how fucking blessed I am to have such a large family.
Knowing Ryo doesn’t have family backing him, I check in with him daily. He pretends it annoys him, but I know the fucker appreciates it.
Yuki comes into the foyer, and as she tries to sneak past the back of my chair to get to the kitchen, I grab hold of her hips and place her on my lap.
Taking hold of her jaw, I keep her in place as I press a kiss to her mouth. “Are you having fun?”
She quickly nods, and I drink in the sight of her eyes that are filled with love and happiness.
“And you?” she asks.
“I am now that you’re sitting on my lap.”
“No fair,” Adriano mutters beside us. “Some of us are single as fuck.”
Letting Yuki climb to her feet, I pat her ass, and as she walks to the kitchen, I smirk at my friend. “You need to pull your head out of your ass and find yourself a wife.”
“Easier said than done,” he replies as he frowns at his cards. “Enzo, you’re a shitty dealer.”
Yuki comes back through the foyer with a bowl of dip, and as she passes my seat, she presses a quick kiss to my cheek and whispers, “I love you.”
As she continues to walk, I call out, “Not half as much as I love you, my wife.”
“Not half as much as I–” I throw an almond at Georgi to shut him up as he tries to mock me, but the fucker catches it and proceeds to eat it.
As the night progresses and the whiskey flows, we get louder, and soon Riccardo puts on music, and our poker night turns into a full-blown party.
Pulling Yuki into my arms, I feel relaxed as I dance with her for the first time, while we’re surrounded by our family.
“Thank you for today,” I say as I stare into her eyes. “I’ll make sure everything is cleaned up tomorrow.”
“It turned out okay, right?” she asks.
“It’s a huge success, my wife,” I praise her. “You’re incredible.”
I love seeing how she basks in my words, as if they give her life.
Wrapping her in a tight hug, we sway to the slow song.
Yeah, this is what life is all about. Friends, family, and owning the heart of the most precious being on this planet.