Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
G aetano,
I say every swear word I've ever heard in my entire life as I change out of the suit that has… Jesus. My come and hers have made a big ass mess on my pants. Thank fuck I didn’t run into anyone on my way back here.
What the fuck am I doing? I knew this would happen. I fucking knew this would happen, and still I went up to her room. I’m a fucking idiot.
Bianca has been doing an excellent job of hiding. There was almost no time I could catch her leaving the hotel or coming back from anywhere she went. She moved fast. The brat was hiding from me, forcing me to see her in the penthouse—exactly what I had tried to avoid.
This woman. She’s driving me to madness, and I think she’s enjoying it. Bianca isn’t backing down. She’s fighting for this, and I can only admire her. There’s no tucking her tail and running away. Fuck, that’s sexy. She was kicking down doors and demanding what she deserved—everything, all of me.
Thank god she's on birth control. One less problem to deal with, because the way this is going, I'd get her pregnant from how often I want to be inside her.
Damn it. Bobby texts me, he's waiting for me to drive to meet Sandro at the airport. We prefer to use smaller commuter airports, rather than flying out of the international one.
I’m waiting on the tarmac when Sandro’s plane touches down, right on time. Sandro is in an odd mood. As I tell him about the situations we’re dealing with, he seems far away. For a brief moment, fear kicked me in the chest. I wondered if somehow he knew what happened between me and Bianca. But thankfully, the day passes without Sandro once saying a word or even hinting he knew, which means something else has got him tied up in knots. I’m guessing it’s his pretty little fiancée.
As the day ends, he mentions the hotel suite I’m in at the hotel on the strip.
“Would you mind staying at the hotel? At least for the next week or two. Until everything is more stable, I need to have you close. You at home, is too long of a drive, even if you’re in the hotel in old Vegas. That is going to be your place to run. But for the next week or so, I need you to focus on making sure that we look as stable as possible, and reassure everyone that nothing is going to change from how Luca ran this city. It’s only a different phase.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem.” No problem that Bianca is going to be so close, and I’m not going to touch her. Bullshit. Like she called it. I’m not strong enough to keep my hands off her.
Walking into the suite I’m staying in, it feels different than when I left it this morning. Son of a bitch. I find Bianca in my bed reading a book with a pink cover.
I inhale deeply, then slowly exhale as I count to five. “Bianca?”
“Yes, Gaetano?” Her look of innocence shouldn’t be so fucking cute when I’m mad at her.
“What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She’s back in the shirt she wore this afternoon. There is only one button holding the two halves together. I can see her breasts and her, no doubt wet pussy. “I couldn’t find anywhere quiet enough to read.”
“I thought you didn’t read romance? Those stories aren’t what this is.”
She giggles. “Gaetano, it’s called maturing. I also found authors who don’t do the stupid third-act break-up. It’s like they grew to be what I wanted, or maybe they were always there, but hard to find. And this is what we want it to be.”
This woman is going to be the death of me. “Did you forget Sandro is here?”
“He is?” Those eyes are wide with false surprise.
“I told you that this wasn’t going to work.” I’m firm.
“And I told you that you were wrong. This can work. It will take some time to ease Sandro into it, but he will come around, I know it. I know my brother.”
“You know what he allows you to see. So you know, on average, he kills one, sometimes two people a week? Men, women, if they need to die, he has no problem pulling a trigger or torturing someone to get information before he kills them. Before he left for Chicago, I watched him kill two people who were trying to steal from us. Then I killed two more people for him.” I’m not going to hide what I’ve done either.
Tilting her head to the side, she studies me. “I am. You guys think women can’t see the difference in you when you’ve done something bloody and black—we can. I’m also aware he has given up a life he could have had to raise me. There’s also the fact that he doesn’t like telling me no. While this isn’t a dress or a car I want, this is about me being happy. You make me happy, you idiot. I don’t know why or how or when it began…”
My chest is hot and tight at the smile on her face as she says I make her happy.
“That’s a lie, it was definitely when you helped me get clean.”
“I did what Sandro would have wanted me to do.” I lie.
“Would he have wanted you to buy the body wash I used while I was there and took with me? The same way I buy your cologne and spray it on my pillow when I needed to feel close to you, you did the same. Didn’t you?”
Fucking hell, I close my eyes against her own knowing gaze. I can’t believe I forgot to hide it. All I was focused on was hiding her pictures from the house when I woke up. Relieved she hadn’t seen them because she was so distraught.
Two nimble fingers are all that’s needed to part the thin silk covering her gorgeous body, which is on display for me. Fuck. She’s so beautiful.
I don’t deserve her in my bed fighting for me. For the both of us. I can’t deny her anything, not a fucking thing in this world that she wants. This woman is mine. She wants to be mine. I just have to figure out how the hell to do this without getting killed.
“Are you going to stand there all night staring at me?” It’s a taunt as she runs
her hand over a plump breast with the nipple hard, begging for me to suck it. I give in. There’s nothing left to say. I begin undressing and love the way she doesn’t take her eyes off me, the way her little pink tongue eases out to lick her lips as she watches me.
This is what I’ve dreamed of for so long, her giving herself to me, needing me as much as I need her. Her hands go up over her head, submitting to anything I desire. It’s going to be a long night, because I desire everything from her, every fucking thing from the air in her lungs to the pussy soaking wet for me when I haven’t even touched her.
Tonight, I’m going to do everything to her that I’ve dreamed of for so long. I’ll accept that the reality is more amazing than the fantasy. Because it’s real, because she’s reaching for me, because her pussy is so wet at merely the thought of me her juice is seeping out of her.
“I’m going to need your help. I need your mouth on my cock so I can come. Can you do that, angel?” I groan as I pull my boxers down with my pants.
My cock is bobbing in front of her, but she’s not afraid of how long and thick it is. She’s not timid. This woman is greedy. Her little tongue plays over my cock, tasting every inch, licking me from the base to the tip. She’s learning me until I wonder if I’m going to last another second, which won’t do.
“That’s my good girl. So good. Too good. Have you ever done this with anyone before?” I work to keep the words calm, even if it’s the last thing I’m feeling.
She shakes her head and is able to get four inches of me into her mouth. A glow appears somewhere in the middle of my chest at the way she’s trying so hard to please me. Perfect. How the fuck could any one person be so damned perfect for me?
“I watched a lot of porn. You’re also going to be very glad I read those romances—some of them are basically porn in disguise.” Her grin is wicked.
I exhale a laugh as I wonder what fucking videos she watched. “That’s it, angel, squeeze harder. Squeeze my cock harder.”
My hands are in her hair, fucking her mouth on my cock. I’m on the verge of coming. I warn her. I want her to swallow. I want her to want to swallow, but I’m not going to make her. She grips my cock tighter and sucks. I explode inside her mouth.
I’m fighting for air in my lungs as I watch her press a kiss to the tip of my cock. What she does to me—I wish I understood why she has my knees so weak, I nearly fall on her.
I find a spot behind her ear that has her panting, and when I nip at the soft skin of her ear, she moans my name. I taste her all the way down to her breast, so fucking amazing. Nothing in the world should be this perfect, this sweet and delicious.
Her little moans fill the air and has my cock harder, desperate to be inside her, but no. Three times I've been inside her and I didn't get near to what I wanted. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin so that I know what makes her tremble, what makes her weak, what has her whispering my name in need.
Thank fuck she sucked my cock, because there's no way I would have made it without embarrassing myself. Over the next hour, I learn it all. I run my tongue over the little indent at her hip. I inhale her scent into my lungs and hold my breath, desperate to keep her in my body for as long as possible. I taste her sweet pussy. Slurping at her sweet nectar, to have her come slide down my mouth, frothy and rich. I taste her through one orgasm and then another.
Finally, my cock can take no more and demands to be inside her. She opens her knees wider for me, and I settle in between them. My cock sinks into her sweet pussy. This time, there's no resistance. Her pussy molds to my cock with every thrust inside her. So good, nothing has felt this good in my whole life. Her pussy grips my cock and I fight not to pass out. I send my thumb over her clitoris and feel her orgasm fluttering around my cock. I’m right with her as I come, thanking god I don’t have to wear a condom.
I awaken embarrassed I didn’t have the strength not to fall asleep on her. Once again, she locks her legs around my waist as I try to roll off her. “Angel, I'm too heavy for you.”
“No, you aren't. I love it so much. Please,” she begs.
Fuck. I roll onto my back, keeping me inside her. It’s only seconds before I slip into sleep, replete and content in a way I’ve never been. All because I’m falling asleep inside Bianca with her sweet body on mine.
I am really fucked when it comes to this woman because it happens again and again. Three nights in a row, she comes to me. I can't deny her. It’s fucking pathetic.
On the fourth morning, I’m woken by a phone call. It's Sandro. He wants me to keep an eye on the cocaine shipment we're getting in today, especially with what happened last time. I agree and exhale when he ends the call.
Bianca’s hand runs over my thigh. “Need help in the shower?”
I shake my head. “This is it. That was the last time. We can’t keep doing this, Bianca.”
Rolling her eyes, she pushes up and shakes her head. “You say one thing, only to do another.”
“What if he had been at my door?”
I’m fighting to keep my temper when she gets off the bed and begins getting dressed. “I would have stayed in here while you talked to him. Then, like I have for the last few days, I go up when he’s gone. He’s hardly going to push his way into your bedroom for fucks sake. You’re so dramatic sometimes, it’s annoying as fuck.”
“Excuse me for giving a shit if I live or die.”
“There is a way for you to live. You’re just refusing to see it.” She throws the words at me as she leaves my room with the slam of a door.
Why the fuck is she mad at me? I’m trying to do the right thing, damn it.
Bianca
“I’m going to kill him.” I vent as soon as Kitty opens the door.
Sighing, she opens the door wide for me to come in. “What did he do now?”
“He said it was over. This time, he meant it. I fucking saw it in his eyes, he meant it. It would have to be something huge for him to change his mind. I’m so sick of this. There is a way around Sandro, and he knows it too. The man is three times smarter than I am. I refuse to believe Gaetano doesn’t see this as the way to do it and make it happen. Sometimes it feels like he wants Sandro to kill him as like, I don’t know, the debt he owes Sandro for betraying him.”
“Calm down. You got this, it sounds like you guys did it often enough for his you-know-what to do its thing. It really couldn’t have happened at a better time. So give him the space he thinks he wants. We have to wait for the pregnancy test for at least three weeks. Otherwise, you could have false readings. Once you know if you’re pregnant, then you can do your thing. Hint to Sandro a few times, you could be pregnant.”
“Then I tell Gaetano, and he says, let’s get married, and he tells Sandro. Sandro won’t be happy, but no one dies.” I repeat the plan I’ve come up with, with input from Kitty.
A knock at the door surprises me. Kitty, too. I peek from behind the blinds to find Bobby standing on the porch. Opening the door, I give him a smile. “What’s up, Bobby?”
“Bianca, honey, you have to go to the hotel. For your safety.” He says the words softly.
“What do you mean for my safety?” The words don’t compute.
“I’m not allowed to tell you?—”
“Bobby, I will find out what happened. If you don’t tell me, I don’t leave.” I dare him.
He sighs. Bobby knows me well. “Someone’s trying to kill your brother. There’s concern they’ll try to go after you to get to him. Until we know things are clear, you need to stay at the penthouse.”
I’m plunged into ice, everything in me freezes over. There was a threat to Sandro. Oh god. This isn’t happening.
“Bianca, your brother is going to be fine. Please come back to the hotel.” Bobby urges me.
I nod. “I need to grab my purse.” I motion into the house. He nods.
“What’s going on?” Kitty is staring Bobby down.
“I can’t talk about it, but something is…I gotta go. I’m sorry.” I check to ensure my keys are in my purse and pull them out.
“Call me.”
“I will, thanks.”
Bobby honks as he continues to drive out of the parking garage while I park. I don’t move once I turn my car off. All I can do is remember the funerals I attended in the week after Augusto came into Vegas and killed several of our men. Now someone is after Sandro. And I’m not supposed to know. I’m supposed to be a good little girl and not fight against being forced not to leave the hotel.
Running a hand over my stomach, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake. Is it wrong to bring a child into this world of guns, drugs, and death? Allowing my head to fall to my steering wheel, I force a deep breath, then another. It’s too late. Because if I’m pregnant, I’m not leaving Gaetano. I’ll protect my children with everything I have, and I pray to god it’s enough.