30. Massimo
Chapter thirty
Massimo
A piece of Alessia was taken from her when her father died. I can do my best to give her pieces of me, but I can never replace them.
Ever since her mother came home from the hospital, it has undoubtedly brightened her days. I thought tonight would be a good time to go out and have some fun, for Alessia’s sake. Unfortunately, I only have more things to stress over.
From a liable source of mine, I heard that the Bortsovs are finally coming out of the shadows and making moves. They’re a Russian family that came to Jersey about a decade ago and kept to themselves. But we knew it was only strategic thinking on their part. Being a new family moving in so close to already claimed territory, they became public enemy number one. One wrong move, and they would’ve had every family on the East Coast on them. So, they kept their heads down and slowly encroached on territory lines.
With Marino Bonetti and Angelo De Luca out of the way, they assume they could capitalize on our collective low point. What they don’t know is that the Bonetti’s and De Luca’s are not at war over it, and we’re at the height of our accord. The fortification of our union has made us into a revered powerhouse.
They do have one advantage, though. Their connections with the Abramovs, the most prominent Russian family on the entire East Coast with the latest and greatest weapons and tech. We may have always had a good relationship with them, but Russians tend to stick together. So, if it comes down to it, they’ll likely side with each other.
I’m just getting into the shower when I get the alert on my phone for the gates. Alessia is finally home from spending the day with her mother, which is perfect timing. She can join me in the shower.
Not even five minutes later, I see her silhouette move across the fogged glass, and my cock hardens, watching her remove her clothing. I smirk when she opens the door and steps inside.
“ Amore ,” I rumble, and she comes to wrap her arms around my waist.
She sighs in content. “I missed you.”
My hands move all over her backside, and I press my lips to the top of her head. “I almost called in the cavalry.”
She giggles and turns her face in to kiss my chest. “I think you mean firing squad.”
“Yeah, that does sound more like it.” She props her chin up on my chest. “How’s your mother?”
“She’s doing really good.” Her face dims some. “Doctors are even impressed with her tenacity.”
“Definitely runs in the family.” She tries to smile but fails. “And how is she dealing with your father’s absence?”
She sighs and rests the side of her face on my chest, still holding onto me. “I don’t think it’s really hit her yet. She only came out of the coma less than two weeks ago. Woke up to her world so drastically changed.” She goes quiet for a long moment. “I couldn’t imagine losing you,” she whispers.
I selfishly find satisfaction in her statement and tone. To know Alessia would be so affected by the loss of me. But I’m at a loss for words. I can’t promise her tomorrow or the next day.
“Are you still up for going out tonight?”
“Absolutely.” Her hands slide down to my ass to squeeze it, and she grins up at me. “After you fuck me.”
Picking her up by the backs of her thighs, she squeals as I pin her up against the tiled walls. “You read my mind, mia amata. ”
I fist her ass, using it as leverage to hover her cunt’s heat over my erection. Inhaling her kiss with my mouth, I impale her. Her cheeks hit my groin and I jerk my hips to make sure there isn’t a sliver of me not inside of her. She moans and takes a deep breath through her nose as her tongue thrashes against mine.
Keeping her fused with the wall, I begin grinding into her by rolling my hips. I don’t stop until we’re both satiated.
My regina is killing me in her dress. Departing from the modest attire reminiscent of vintage housewives fashion, a pink satin dress clings to her silhouette. It comes up high on her thighs showing off the tan she’s gotten from the summer and the muscles from all her training. The top looks like a corset with jewels decorating it, showing off her ample breasts.
“You’re trying to have quite a night tonight, aren’t you?” I murmur into her ear as my hands explore her body.
“Why is that?” Her fingers toy with the back of my hair.
“This dress, amore . It’ll get some people killed.” She giggles, and I kiss her neck.
Miraculously, I’m able to resist her temptations on the way to the club. We get ourselves comfortable in the private VIP section, and drinks are being poured as her family and mine begin showing up.
I’m sitting down next to Ezzo and Sarita when Alessia comes over and sits in my lap. “You know, I never thought you could actually be cute,” Sarita says, talking to me.
I chuckle, and Alessia kisses my cheek. “He can be pretty cute, can’t he?” she teases.
Grunting, I narrow my eyes at her and give her butt a little swat. “Cute, huh?”
“And sweet,” she adds.
Ezzo barks out laughter from beside me. “You two really are fucking crazy together.”
“What? Don’t say that!” Sarita chastises and reaches around us to smack his knee.
“Are you kidding me?” Ezzo continues. “Their idea of the perfect date is kneecapping.”
With a shocked look, Alessia twists her head to address my brother. “That is so not true! I mean, yeah, it’s definitely a nice time, but I wouldn’t say a perfect date.” She turns to me, grinning, and pecks me on the lips. “Thanks again for letting me do my first kneecapping.”
Leaning in, I brush my lips across hers. “You’re welcome, baby.”
“Oh, God.” We both turn to Sarita, and she’s staring at us, horrified. “You guys really are a pair of nutjobs.”
“I prefer mentally deranged,” Alessia says, grabbing my face to kiss me deeply, and I chuckle against her sweet lips.
Sitting back, I watch and enjoy seeing Alessia, her unrestricted self, as she smiles and laughs with Fia and Sarita. Witnessing the merging of our families before the actual nuptials is a promising sign of our shared future.
“Mmm,” Alessia hums against my mouth as we kiss. She’s back on my lap as the crowd we started with starts to trickle off. “You’re so tasty.”
“So are you, my love.”
“Mmm,” she moans as we kiss some more.
“Keep moaning like that, and I can’t be held accountable for what happens.” I’ll fuck her right here and now in front of everyone.
“Don’t tease.” She pouts.
“Alright, we’re heading out,” Armando says to us, and one by one, everyone else leaves, and I have Alessia all to myself now.
Giving Vinny a look, he makes himself and the other men scarce. I don’t waste any time as I capture her lips and thrust my tongue inside of her mouth. “You really love my crazy ass?” she asks with a breathy voice.
“Yes. I’m crazy about this crazy ass.” I give said ass a good squeeze.
Her arms snake around my neck as she thrusts her breasts forward. “I’m fucking delirious for you.”
“Yeah?”
She nods her head, biting down on that bottom lip of hers. “I especially love it when you fuck me like you hate me.”
God, I love this woman.
“Can we go home now?” she murmurs as she kisses my neck.
“Not just yet. I have plans for you that cannot wait.”
She leans back to look at me with a mischievous grin. “Yeah? What kind of plans?”