Chapter Nineteen
Iquestion every single one of my life choices as we drive up to the gate of the Alphas home. Cal had prepared me a little on the drive over but it's one thing to see it from his point of view and then mine.
An at least ten foot fence surrounds what I assume is the entire property. The gates welcoming us onto their land resemble something you would expect to see at the home of a royal, not some Mafia men. Then again, I guess they are royalty in their world.
I would never tell Cal that. The idea of him being a king would go straight to his head. I don’t need to give his ego anymore encouragement.
Sprawling gardens seem to frame the house, adding something a little bit extra to the outside of the mansion.
Pulling up at the garage, I get out of the car and take in my surroundings. Both Olis and Vic come over to stand beside me just as a group of five soldiers come around the corner.
Nodding their heads at all three men they eventually look at me and Amity who looks at them curiously.
“Men, this is Valentina and Amity. They will be staying with us this week. Protection extends to them,” Vic demands before dismissing them with a nod.
In sync, all five men nod before turning and disappearing to wherever they appeared from.
With wide eyes, I turn to Olis who looks at me with a similar expression on his face.
“Ah, that was um… We ah…” he attempts to find his words but can’t seem to as a look of hopelessness clouds his features.
I chuckle and shake my head before placing a cautionary hand on his arm. “It's okay, Olis. Cal already explained everything to me.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and is hesitant as he tilts his head. “Everything?”
“Yes, Capo,” I chuckle with a wink. His eyes darken significantly and he goes to take a step towards me but stops as Vic clears his throat.
“If we are all comfortable now with the fact that we fucking kill people for a living, would we care to head inside for the grand tour or do we need to stand out here any longer?”
I snort at the brashness of Vic’s words, the guy clearly having zero patience even now that I am here just like he wanted.
Vic doesn't bother standing around to entertain us any longer before he is walking up the staircase and into the house.
Cal shakes his head, as if already exhausted with his twin. “Sorry about the grumpy cat, Little Devil.”
A giggle from beside me has me looking down at Amity who is trying to hold in a laugh.
“His name's Grumpy Cat?” she asks Cal.
He nods with a mischievous look on his face, making Amity descend into a full blown laugh.
Taking off in the direction Vic headed in, Amity yells, “Grumpy Cat, Grumpy Cat,” on repeat as she follows after him.
Olis sighs, shaking his head, “You’ve done it now, Cal.”
Conall just shrugs his shoulders. “Grumpy Cat needs to pull that stick out of his ass and lighten the fuck up.”
I didn’t know what to expect from three Alphas’ bachelor pad but it certainly wasn’t a house that looks like it has never seen a drop of color.
A bucket of beige paint looks like it was set off in the living room. While it has a lot more personality than the blandness of my apartment, it seems cold and unlived in. Like everything in here is just for show so there aren't a bunch of random empty rooms.
Conall can clearly see my thoughts written all over my face, “It's a blank canvas for right now but maybe you can help us make it a bit more homey?”
My eyebrows furrow as I look at the Alpha in confusion. He just smiles at me like this is all some kind of game to him.
“I mean, you will want to put your own touch on everything when you move in, right? This place needs a female’s touch,” he adds with an underlying double meaning to the word female.
I continue to gape at him, shocked at just how forward he is being. I shouldn’t have expected anything less, especially when it comes to Conall but I thought that maybe he would actually want to be official with me first before moving in.
Maybe even have waited until Olis and Vic knew the whole truth before booking a moving van.
But being patient is obviously not in Conall’s vocabulary. In fact, I don’t think that this man even has the capability of being able to wait. Not with the way he smiles like a Cheshire Cat, clearly proud of having shocked me.
I shake my head before we continue on with the tour. Much like the living room, the rest of the house has the same dull feeling to it.
It may seem strange to some but I always hated that every room apart from Amity’s in my apartment also felt this same way.
Every single time we went into a home decor shop, I had to resist every single one of my urges to not pick up at least a few homely pieces. While I am no interior designer, the thought of being able to add that touch to a blank canvas is thrilling.
But in doing so, it would call to the part of me that I have been trying to deny.
Would it really be so terrible though if I was to indulge with that side of me that is so desperate to be let out?
I know that Conall has reassured me time and time again that I am safe with him but does that also translate to if I was to embrace my Omega?
I have a feeling it would.
Adding a mental note to the ever-growing list of shit that I need to remember to do, I follow Vic as he shows us the rooms we will be staying in while we are here.
His eyes don’t stray very far from me the entire tour through the home. I know that there is something so obviously unspoken between us.
Vic is an intelligent man—much to my downfall—so I know that he knows there is more to me than meets the eye.
It's almost unsettling the way I can feel him watching me take everything in. I have never met someone that looked as though they wanted to dissect me. To work out what makes me tick.
The excitement as Amity is shown her room has me chuckling alongside her until I actually see her room.
Pink paint with a gorgeous floral wallpapered wall frames the bedroom. A twin canopy bed takes up the centre of the room adorned with linen of Amity’s favorite princesses.
My mouth drops as I take in the exorbitant amount of toys that are spread out through the room. Amity squeals, jumping from toy to toy, oohing and ahhing with each new find.
Backing up a few steps, I come to an abrupt halt as I collide with a body. Hands grip my hips before turning me to face the man before me.
“This is too much, Vic. You… I…” I shake my head, trying to find the words that seem to evade me.
Vic reaches up, gripping the sides of my face in his hands.
“No, dolce ciligera, it's not enough. You and piccola deserve all of this and more.”
I continue to shake my head as tears start to pool in my eyes.
With a growl, Vic pulls me flush to his body, gripping my tightly in his embrace.
“No. No tears,” he murmurs, the tone holds a raspy sound to it.
I gasp as Vic lifts me completely in his arms, holding me close as he walks out of what I guess is now Amity’s new room and into another room.
One that I assume is mine.
He doesn't set me down but he does pull away slightly, allowing me to lift off his chest.
Gone is the earlier facade of the big bad Alpha that acted like he didn’t have a care in the world. In his place are soft gentle features that set my growing panic at ease.
“Knowing my brother, he has already wormed his way into your life,” he says already knowing what happened but I nod anyway.
He sighs and holds eye contact with me, “From the moment I stumbled into that alleyway and saw your beautiful face, I have been addicted. It’s like you are this beacon constantly calling to me.”
He shakes his head and touches his forehead with mine. “I need to be in your orbit, dolce ciligera.”
A shiver rolls through my body and I nod, unable to speak. Nothing I could say right now would ever amount to what Vic just said to me.
I had been questioning myself, wondering if Vic even had this kind of side to him but I should never have doubted him.
It makes sense that the Don would have to have two sides to him. There is no way that he would be able to oversee a portion of the Underworld and not have hardened himself.
“The thought of having you here settles the beast inside of me. It’s fast and I know that I have done nothing to warrant you even wanting to entertain me but I want to at least try. I can’t deny what I feel for you.”
There is so much raw emotion in Vic’s voice that my own feelings threaten to clog my throat.
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to say anything more.
With a jolt, Vic pulls away from me. His face is wide in shock as his eyes dart over my face. “What?”
I smile and clear my throat, pushing down my tears, “I said yes, Vic. Yes, I want to explore this thing with you.”
I pause for a moment working up the dose of courage I need before speaking again.
“I feel it too, Vic.”
He swallows roughly as a mixture of emotions pass across his face.
Shock, denial and relief.
“Fuck it,” he grunts, surging towards me, his lips colliding with mine.
I remain frozen in place for a moment before I whimper against his lips as I return the kiss.
Vic groans into my mouth, a spark of pleasure shooting straight to my clit. He turns us abruptly, slamming me against the wall.
I don’t register the pain, unable to feel anything but Vic and the way his body hungrily moves against mine.
The Alpha devours me like he has been starving for years and has finally gotten a taste of ambrosia.
I roll my body into his as the kiss deepens. Gripping his shoulders, I dig my nails into his flesh as his hardness that threatens to burst his zipper rolls against my core.
He chuckles against my lips, pulling back slightly and allowing my head to lean against the wall as he rolls his hips again.
“Fuck, you are so perfect as you moan for me. Do you want more, il mio cuore?”
I nod as desperation screams at me. I need more. I need more of this Alpha.
“Beg me,” he growls.
My eyes open, finding the raw desperation on his face that mimics the one I can hear in his tone.
“What?”
“Beg me for more, la mia puttana disperata. Lascia che te ne dia di più. Lasciami assaporare la tua dolce essenza.”
My body writhes against Vic’s as he mutters Italian to me. The words seem to increase my pleasure.
“Please, Alpha. Please give me more,” I beg just as he asked.
He growls, his hold on me tightening a moment before he drops my legs. I groan, throwing my head back, disappointment flaring through me.
Vic doesn’t keep me waiting for long, dropping to his knees in front of me. I gasp as he tugs down the front of my shorts.
“Such a good girl for your Daddy, il mio cuore. Now you get your reward.”