Chapter 19 Teo
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Teo
Ishould’ve told her no. Hell, I did tell her no. But Yanna wasn’t going for it, shutting down every excuse I threw at her.
“I’m not staying in no damn safe house,” she’d glared at me, chin high, eyes burning with defiance. “You can take me with you or I can find my own way there.”
I could’ve put my foot down and made her stay—made a decision for her, the way most men in my position would.
But that wasn’t the kind of husband I wanted to be.
Yanna wasn’t some trophy wife. She was my partner, and even if I hated the thought of her walking into this madness with me, I respected her too much to cage her.
Besides, after watching her struggle the past week with the condition of her father, locked in a war between needing to be strong and not knowing what came next, I knew being by my side was for the best. Maybe she needed the distraction.
Maybe she just needed control over something while everything else was slipping away.
And maybe, deep down, I needed her with me too.
“Aye,” Keem nudged me, his gaze flicking out to the airfield’s runway, his attention on the car that had just pulled up. Its tinted windows and official plates were unmistakable.
I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders as I unbuckled my seatbelt, then helped Yanna out of hers.
It was time to move… time to get some answers. And more importantly, time to be with my wife — even if the circumstances weren’t ideal
The doors to the jets opened, and the stairs were lowered.
Heavy sheets of rain hit the tarmac, drenching the pavement as soon as it landed.
I stepped off the jet first, the warm, muggy Georgia heat welcoming me, followed by tiny droplets of rain bouncing off my skin.
Yanna followed immediately, flanked by the security detail we’d handpicked together.
There was no need to ask for coverage—my men were already moving with us, umbrellas up, keeping pace as we approached the row of blacked-out SUVs waiting on the airfield.
The familiar government official stepped forward, unfazed by the rain soaking through his pressed shirt and ruining his off-the-rack gray suit.
“Donatelli.” His voice was smooth but measured. “We weren’t expecting you back so soon.”
I didn’t bother shaking his hand or responding.
My pace never slowed. My purpose for being in the city wasn’t his business.
Him and his constituents assumed they could handle me, put me on a leash, but my moves were my own.
The only thing he needed to worry about was delivering the information I requested.
When I didn’t answer, he cleared his throat, sensing that my silence was a response. I wasn’t here for pleasantries. And neither was he. He worked for me, not the other way around.
“You got something for me?” I asked, shooting him a look of impatience. The rain continued to pour, and I had no time for unnecessary delays.
“Yes, of course.” He reached inside his jacket, producing a black envelope and handing it to me. “Everything you requested. Adjustments have been made to ensure your wife moves freely without issue. Escorts are already positioned.”
I flipped it open, scanning the contents-- every officer’s name in the precinct of Yanna’s boutique, the names of the staff at the hospital, and a full workup of every place one of Yanna’s stolen goods had been sold.
Then there was a list of potential threats in the area, many of them still needing to be neutralized, but there was a name that caught my attention.
Orlando muthafucking Moccasin and his precious wife Bianca. They were in town... interesting.
I passed the folder to Keem, who barely broke his stride.
There was no need to go into elaborate detail—he already knew exactly what to do with that information.
With everything that happened, I knew Orlando would be cocky enough to meet, believing he had the upper hand.
He’d want to gloat... make demands... but I had other plans.
“Set it up,” I told Keem, then turned my focus back to the official. “My wife will be moving around the city in the coming weeks—her boutique, the hospital, and another matter that is now a family matter. She’ll have security, but no one will touch her. That won’t be an issue, right?”
The man straightened his tie. “Of course not.”
“Good.” I glanced at Yanna, who was already adjusting her plans with her security detail.
Then I stepped in closer to him, closing the small distance between us.
I understood my presence and the effect it had on men, especially weak ones like him.
My authority alone was enough to make him stiffen, but I kept going.
“Because if a single hair on her head is ruffled—and I do mean any—if she so much as breathes the wrong air because you didn’t do your fucking job, your entire bloodline will suffer for it.
” My voice was steady, cold. “All of them. Even that woman you have stashed in Buckhead, the one you think your wife knows nothing about.” I tilted my head slightly, letting the weight of my words settle. “Do we have an understanding?”
His throat bobbed, a nervous swallow, because he knew the truth. He’d been in the Reed-Donatelli fold long enough to understand the weight behind my words.
“Understood,” he replied curtly, but couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes.
Satisfied, I nodded and stepped back with a smirk, signaling for our group to move towards the vehicles.
We all got into our respective cars. I guided Ayanna toward our private SUV, my grip tightening around her waist as I helped her into her seat then climbed in after her.
She hadn’t said much since we touched down, but I felt her watching me and my every move.
There was something in her gaze that wasn’t curiosity. Admiration… or lust maybe?
Was she turned on?
“You seem a little... excited.” I let the word linger on my tongue, my voice low enough only for her to hear.
She sucked her teeth. Almost rolled her eyes, but the grin she tried to suppress betrayed her. I couldn’t help but steal a kiss, brushing my lips against hers gently then pulling back with an arrogant smile.
“It’s okay if I make your pussy wet.” I kissed the side of her neck one last time before pulling away completely and chuckling. “I am your husband after all.”
Yanna shifted in her seat, hot and bothered. She tried to play it off, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and fixing her gaze on the city passing us by. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I grinned, dragging a slow palm up her bare thigh. “Lyin’ to me already, Amore?”
My grip flexed slightly, before continuing on my path landing at the hem of her clothes.
“What will I find beneath this skirt, hmm?” My fingers toyed with the edge of her cargo denim skirt, the coarse fabric bunching between my fingers.
“Fuck!” I growled and her breath hitched when I made contact with her bare lips.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy, Amore?” The strangled groan came out low and rough as her wetness coated my digits. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the growing erection in my pants. “You been walking around like this all day? Without panties?”
“I didn’t need them,” she shot back, breathlessly.
Dragging my fingers just a bit higher, pressing my middle finger right on her bud, she inhaled sharply, spreading her legs just a touch.
“Drenching my fingers,” I whispered.
“It wasn’t because of--”
“You’re still lying,” I murmured against her ear, cutting off whatever lie she was about to put in the atmosphere.
“You really gon’ sit here and act like your pussy didn’t just flood my seats watching me handle business?
” Her eyes fluttered closed. “I bet you there’s a wet spot right underneath you, soaking my good leather seats. Should I check?”
”You’re so damn arrogant.” She practically moaned.
I leaned in, close enough that my lips ghosted over hers. “You love that shit, though. Always have.” I snatched my hands from beneath her skirt, placing my fingers on my tongue.
Her breathing quickened, but she kept her face straight. “You swear you know everything.”
I smirked, laying my hand over her knee. “Not everything. Just everything about you.”
Exhaling sharply, she shifted in her seat. Not pulling away but not leaning in either. She was still trying to get herself together, and accept our truth. I’ve always understood her needs, and what I didn’t I learned rather quickly.
Reaching for her hand, I threaded my fingers through hers, letting my thumb lazily stroke her wrist. After a few minutes her breathing evened out, and her fingers flexed against mine.
“I didn’t know you were so...,” she whispered, glancing toward the front of the SUV.
“You really just don’t care who is around?
” she giggled, finally acknowledging that she was about to let me stroke her pussy without shame.
How if I hadn’t stopped, she would have let me pull her into my lap, set her on my dick, and ride me until I shot every bit of my cum in her.
She wasn’t embarrassed—that we weren’t alone.
She was more so shocked that I wasn’t more reluctant.
Because our driver was in the vehicle with us, who ad eyes.
But things like that didn’t worry me. While the driver wasn’t blind, he also wasn’t stupid.
He knew to mind the business that paid him.
Besides, if things would have gotten that heated, I wasn’t above telling him to pull over.
However, what surprised me most was how unbothered she was about not being alone. I knew a lot about Yanna, but I didn’t expect that.
I chuckled, lifting our joined hands to my lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “We’re still learning that part of each other.” I told her simply.