10. Bianca
CHAPTER TEN
bianca
F ear. Not something I often feel, but neither is passion, so I guess we’re doing all kinds of new things today. I don’t even know what I’m fearful of. Dmitri’s wellbeing? No, that was typical to worry about. Dante? No, he knows what he’s doing. I’m afraid I will never get a chance to see what happens between us.
When my mind finally settles, my eyes focus on the large man who entered from the garage door. He is wearing a black t-shirt and dark jeans. At the end of his pants were scuffed boots, housing what appeared to be massive feet. This guy is huge. His arms are full and firm, covered in dark tattoos. He has what appears to be long, lighter reddish-brown hair, pulled back into a bun. The man-bun look was something he could definitely pull off. His beard is thicker than Dante’s stubble, hanging off his chin a few inches, but trim and neat. Whoever this guy is, he is quite a looker as well.
“Well, now, doesn’t this look cozy?” He asks as he approaches the back of Dante’s chair, grabbing both of his shoulders from behind.
“Not sure I would use that word, but, sure, G,” Dante responds, standing to greet him.
They embrace in a handshake-turned-hug, and I stand here watching. I immediately noticed something odd. When this new guy leaned into Dante, he closed his eyes, and I think he sniffed his neck. It was something you would maybe do to a guy you were dating. The smell of their cologne makes you pause for a second to enjoy. Perhaps I was just overthinking it, but it really seemed to be what was happening. I shake the thought and stand up, walking back toward my empty bookshelves.
“So what’s our play here, G?” Dante asks, putting his arm around the other guy’s shoulder and herding him toward the stairs. ‘G’? What did he say his name was? Gino or something?
“We’re done here, let me debrief you and then we can get this bitch out of here and head back to the guys,” G responds.
As they get further away, I can’t hear their conversation. I did hear him call me a bitch and it immediately pissed me right off. They reach the top of the stairs and enter the code to the door. Then walk through to the other side. Before Dante disappears into the control room, he looks back down at me and smiles. The way his dimple pops when he does that half smile made my throbbing pussy clench. This guy has a hold on me; all I know is it’s about to get dangerous.
I sit and wait for what feels like six hours, which was more likely twenty minutes, until Dante returns. Alone.
I feel Dante’s cum still running out of me and filling my panties. At this point, I’m soaked and hoping not to leak through my jeans.
“We have to get you out of here.” He says, rushing down the steps and up to the glass. He unlocks the cage and reaches in for me to take his hand.
“Listen, Gio told me where your brother is. He is pretty banged up, but he’ll live. Look, I can take you to him, but we need to move now . I told him I would knock you out and drop you off there, and if he knows I didn’t do the first part, well, it won’t be fun for either of us.”
I grab his hand and nod. We walk to the garage door, and Dante opens it. The bright light of the outside world was violent on my fluorescent-adjusted eyes. It takes me a few seconds before I can see anything but white. I trust him to guide me, so I just follow along as my vision corrects.
We stop, and I can finally see what we’ve been walking toward. As if Dante could get any hotter, we reach his bike. It’s an all-black vintage Harley with all kinds of upgrades and additions. It was sexy as hell, and I wanted the bike for myself, just as much as I wanted Dante for myself.
“What is this, 60’s Panhead? Fuck it’s so beautiful. What’s your torque?” I ask, sliding my hand over her sleek body.
“That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever been asked.” He says, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief.
“I told you I was more than a pretty face.” I joke.
He throws his legs over the seat, straddling it, then slapping the back seat for me to join. I hop on, wrapping my arms around him and leaning against his back.
“Hey, what is your deal with that guy? What was his name again?” I ask.
Before he starts the bike, he turns slightly. “ Giovanni, but call him Gio. He’s my brother. Why?”
Brother!? That isn’t the type of hug I would give my brother. He was like, infatuated with Dante or something, but clearly, he has no clue. I pretend it didn’t happen and move on. We have enough to worry about already.
“Okay, we have to go. It’s about a twenty-minute drive, so just hold tight.”
I squeeze him, and he revs up the bike, handing me his helmet. What a gentleman, giving me his only protection. As if our lives weren’t death traps on the regular anyway.
He takes me to Hilldale and pulls into a small motel off I-49. ‘Twin Pines Motel’ was about as extravagant as it sounds. It was rundown and likely a fantastic spot to fuck someone for money.
“Classy place.” I joke as he turns off the bike and pops out the kickstand.
“Only the best for our hostages.” Dante snorts back.
“Here, Dmitri is in room 18. I was supposed to leave you there with him unconscious, and you can both figure out how to get home. Here’s some cash to get you a cab. And here is my number so you can call me later. Can I see you again soon?”
I hop off his bike, taking his money and card before leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“I have a feeling that I will have to deal with Dmitri for a while, but maybe in a few days, I’ll reach out. Thank you for-“ I point to my stitches and smile.
“And thanks for, the uh...” I stop and smile bigger, biting my lip and looking up at him.
“No need to thank me for that, Kitten. Whenever you want round two, you know how to find me.”
He grabs my hand, kisses it, and slides his helmet on.
“Be careful,” I say to him as he throttles the bike.
He shakes his head and takes off. I stand outside after he pulls away, watching him disappear down the desolate road. My life isn’t average, and no one would jump at the chance to call it normal, but this was the closest I had ever been to being dropped off after a first date.
My stomach was fluttering, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. As soon as he was out of sight, I felt this sadness flood back into me. The hole he filled inside me was gaping wide open again.
I use the key to open the door, turning it slowly to avoid startling Dmitri. He’s not the most stable person, and I don’t need him hitting me over the head with a lamp.
“Mitya? It’s Bianochka, I’m coming in.” I peek in, seeing his limp body strewn across one of the two beds. His face and neck are stained in blood, swollen and bruised to hell.
“Goddamnit. What did you get yourself into?” I whisper, walking over to the bed. I run a towel under some warm water and return. I slide onto the bed, lifting his beaten cranium into my lap, and start wiping the blood from his skin. His eyes begin to flicker and open to see me. Or, at least see me with his one good eye. The other was already swollen shut. Believe it or not, this wasn’t the worst shape I had found him in…this year.
“Bianochka? Ouch, fuck” He squints as the moist towel stings his fresh face wounds.
“What am I going to do with you, huh?” I ask, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“Let’s get you home.” I help him sit up slowly. I call for a cab and sit with him there until it arrives. Sometimes, I wish I was an only child. I love my brother, but he really makes my life more complicated than it needs to be. But right now I had this odd sense of gratitude. If his arsonist ass didn’t piss off the Moretti’s, I wouldn’t have met Dante. Having my brother beat to a pulp had never felt so… serendipitous. His face was bleeding but now, so was my heart.