Chapter 47
Emilia
Things were just about to get hot and heavy again –
When I noticed something I hadn’t seen before:
A circular scar on Giorgio’s left arm, on the bicep.
A bullet wound.
My stomach turned slightly.
I hadn’t noticed it last night because everything had been so dark – although I vaguely remembered feeling a raised surface on his skin.
I’d thought it might be a scar…
Just not that type of scar.
I pressed my hands against his chest to force him back a little.
“What’s this?” I asked, tracing my finger across the skin.
“Oh, that,” he said dismissively. “Occupational hazard.”
He grinned.
I didn’t.
“It’s nothing, baby,” he murmured as he started to nuzzle my neck.
“It doesn’t look like nothing.” I pushed him away from me so I could look in his eyes. “I want to hear about it.”
He groaned, then rolled off me and onto his back. “There’s nothing to talk about. I got shot while we were rescuing Lucia – ”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “What happened to her?!”
“She got kidnapped. I went with Adriano and Massimo, who was just her fiancé at the time, to get her back.”
“Just the three of you?” I asked in amazement.
“No, some other guys went, too.”
Something was off.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked.
He sighed and rolled up on his elbow so he could look at me. “Lucia’s… from a family like the one I work for. Adriano and Massimo’s cousin kidnapped her – ”
“Their cousin?!”
Giorgio ignored me and kept plowing ahead.
“ – so Adriano and Massimo went to rescue her. They brought along some other people, like me and a guy named Lars. He’s my boss, too. He works for the family. In fact, he’s the one who trained me.
“It was like the situation with Maurizio. An asshole did a bad thing, and the family stepped in and took care of the asshole. I got shot, but so did the bad guys, and Lucia wound up safe and sound and married Massimo. End of story.”
I frowned. “But – ”
“Babe, I’ve already told you more than I should have,” he said gently. “At some point, you’re going to have to trust me.”
He was deliberately calling back to the words we’d said last night when we’d had sex without a condom:
I trust you.
But I couldn’t bring myself to say it about this.
When I didn’t reply, Giorgio said, “You know Lucia; you like her. You know Adriano, too, and you like him.” He grinned. “And I’m hoping you like me.”
I half-smiled. “…you’re growing on me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m growing on you, am I?”
“…sort of,” I said playfully, but now I was smiling all the way.
“Well, I’d say maybe I can grow on you some more,” he said as he kissed my neck, “but that makes me sound like mold.”
“Ewwww!” I laughed. “We can’t do anything, anyway. I have to work at 11.”
“Call in sick,” he said as he kissed his way down my chest.
“I… can’t…” I moaned as he began to lick my left nipple.
He quit licking just long enough to say, “Yes you can.”
“No, I can’t. If I call them this late and leave them in the lurch, they’ll stop giving me hours.”
He looked up at me. “I have a better idea.”
“What,” I asked in a deadpan voice, expecting to hear a joke.
“Quit.”
He didn’t seem to be joking.
“What?!” I exclaimed.
“Call them up and quit.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Sure you can. You have a boyfriend now.”
“So?!”
“So I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re a boyfriend, not a sugar daddy!”
“No reason I can’t be both,” he joked.
I gave him a look like Give me a break. “Before I quit and become completely dependent on you, I’d like to make sure you stick around.”
“Uh!” he said theatrically, putting a hand over his heart as he rolled onto his back. “You wound me!”
“Yeah, right,” I said, then straddled his body with my legs. I was turned on, and I definitely wanted more. “What if we combined a shower with whatever you had in mind?”
He grinned. “I think we can do that.”
“It’ll have to be quick,” I said as I let my breasts dangle in front of his face. “But not too quick.”
“I think I can do that, too,” he said huskily.
As we made our way to the shower, I pushed all thoughts of kidnappings and bullet wounds out of my head.
I desperately wanted to have sex with him again…
And those other things just got in the way.
You’re going to have to deal with it at some point, a little voice in my head whispered.
Yeah.
True.
…but not today.
And definitely not right now.