18. Naked Twister

EIGHTEEN

Naked Twister

ZANO

O rion arrives the next morning. He’s staying with Dante, and from what I hear from Sebastian, they’re practically locked in the wall-to-wall computer room from morning until late into the night. Elena can only get them to eat if she brings their food to them. It’s been three days, and so far, they’ve gone through all the videos countless times. With the police reports Sebastian retrieved from our men on the vice squad, they were able to get the DNA results and the name of the Skull member who was injured.

Tony Von Garter is the person we’re looking for. Orion is in the midst of searching all the hospital records. It’s a long shot, but depending on the severity of the injury, his friends may not have had a choice but to get Tony medical help. They’re also checking all private clinics and doctors in the area.

There’s also a chance they let Tony bleed out and dumped the body. There haven’t been any reports of a body found that matches Tony’s description, but that doesn’t mean much. Disposing of a body is gang survival rule number one.

Leo had a talk with Victorio and told him why he was keeping him on security duty at his place. He took the news well and, according to Leo, continues to work out in the home gym and help Leo’s father-in-law, Giuseppe, around the house. Since Guiseppe retired and Leo’s taken over his role as underboss, he visits his daughter and grandchild often and, to stay active, does some work around their home.

I broke the news to Allegra that same day, and as expected, she was upset. Not as upset as Reno, but surprisingly, it was Reno who was able to calm Allegra down. He explained that this is bigger than a fucked-up gang making a move to bring a girl to heel. He told Allegra and Anna about the Triad. Anna didn’t look at all fazed by the news. I think that goes with the role of being Mafia queen for Nostra Casa.

Allegra understands that this was never about her or Victorio. They were just a way to get to Raffaele. I’m not sure she feels any better about the situation, but she seems relieved that none of the capos are angry with her or Victorio.

Allegra has been quiet since yesterday. She mainly played with Samuele and Simona until it was time to go home. Once we got home, she was exactly the same. I decided to give her time to digest all the information we gave her. Allegra went to bed early, and when I came to bed, I found her curled into a ball. I wrapped my body around hers, holding her in my arms all night long.

This morning, I dropped her off at Lucia and Leo’s place. I didn’t want her hanging around our home all day, stewing in her own thoughts. Leo has a superior security system, and no one would dare make a move on his place.

Now, we’re on the way home, and Ally still looks like someone kicked her puppy. Well, I’m done with her forced smiles and polite responses. I want Ally back! My Ally! The woman with a smile that melts ice, who makes happy faces with blueberries on my pancakes. I need Ally back.

“How was your day with Lucia?” I ask.

“Fine. Little Joseph is a sweet boy. He gives the best hugs,” she says with a hint of a smile. Leo has a short list of people he would die for, which includes his brothers: Reno, Dante, and Sebastian. Although they’re not brothers in blood, they are brothers in every other way. And Lucia and their son, Joseph, are the others he would move the earth for. Marrying Lucia was his duty, but it turned out much better than he ever imagined. Then Joseph came along, and I’ve never seen the man happier than he is when his family is around.

A smile is a start.

“I was thinking we could pick up Chinese and have a game night,” I say casually.

“Game night?” Her brow furrows with curiosity.

“Why not? Mom and Dad used to do it with us kids, and I think we’d have some fun.”

She shrugs. “Um…sure, why not?”

I call in our order, letting her return to staring out the window. Once we pick it up, we go straight home. Reno’s had extra men around the building, and I recognize them immediately. I nod as Lucia and I move past them, heading toward the elevator. Once we’re safely back at our apartment, Ally takes the bag from me and systematically begins to unpack the takeout containers.

“Let’s eat in front of the television,” I tell her. She lifts her head from the bag.

“Sure. Sounds good.” Ally proceeds to lay down a couple of place mats, then the food, dishes, and cutlery on the table. I grab a couple of throw pillows and toss them down on the floor. “Would you like beer or wine with dinner?” she asks with her head in the fridge.

“Beer’s good,” I reply. She comes to me and drops down next to me, handing me my beer as she takes a sip of her bubbly pineapple-mango-flavored water. Normally, this would be when she asks me about my day, but she doesn’t. I know something’s off, and I want to know what it is. My usual form of interrogation includes torture. This comes complete with broken bones, at times severing digits and limbs, and is always quite gruesome. That’s not the tactic I can take in this case.

I go with the standard “What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing or I’m fine , because I know something’s up. Every night when I come home, you ask about my day, and tonight, you didn’t. And you’ve hardly said anything since the other night at all. We swore that if this marriage is going to work, then we’d be honest with each other. I get that yesterday’s news about the Skulls freaked you out, but shutting down isn’t who you are. So, I’ll ask again: what gives?”

Ally wasn’t expecting me to react this way, and she’s clearly stunned. Suddenly, she jumps to her feet and begins pacing the room. “This is how it started!” she cries. “There was an enemy, and Dad would come home, then go to his office. He’d disappear for hours. He changed. He wasn’t there for us anymore. They got to him. They tore our family apart.” She continues to pace, raking her hand through her hair.

She’s not making sense and is quickly becoming agitated. I stand and grab her by the shoulders, meeting her eyes.

“Let’s take this slow, baby,” I say calmly. “What does your father have to do with anything?”

“Dad would go out every day for work, then come home to us and be our dad. Mom would ask how his day was, and we would talk around the dinner table. Then he and Vic would watch a game or go do something together, and he would always come to tuck me in,” she says, her eyes filling with tears.

“That sounds nice, cuoricina,” I say, urging her to go on.

“Then, one day, he comes home and tells us that Ultimo Morte is at war. Mom would still ask how his day went, and he would ignore her. Then he stopped spending time with us, disappearing for hours in his office. Not long after that…” Her voice trails off.

“Not long after that, you found out he was working against Raffaele. And your life changed,” I finish for her.

“If I don’t ask you how your day is, then, maybe…” Her chin trembles. She’s on the verge of tears.

“I am not your father. If shit goes bad, we’ll deal with it. This is our life, Allegra. We defeat one enemy; another lurks around the corner. I’d like to tell you it’s smooth sailing all the time, but I won’t lie to you. Your father made his mistakes, and he paid with his life, and his family paid for them in other ways. I didn’t know your dad, but I’m going to assume he didn’t think he had any other choice but to get involved with the enemy. It was stupid, but we can’t wonder why or go back and save him. He’s gone.”

“I don’t want to lose you. I love you,” she blurts out, tears now streaming down her face. Even crying, she’s the most magnificent woman I’ve ever seen. I wipe the tears from her cheeks, cupping her face with my hands.

“It’s because I love you that I’ll always protect you. I’m not your father. I am Zano Ciello, son of a man who has taught me my worth and the importance of family. I know our world is full of insanity, and I’ll shield you from it as much as I can, but I need you to face these bumps in the road head-on with me. Closing your ears and eyes to what is will only make us weak.” I kiss her lips softly. “You, cuoricina mia, are anything but weak. Do you hear me? You are the wife I was meant to be with, and we’ll see this through together.”

Ally leaps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck to hold me tightly. I let her sob for a few minutes, letting her get it out of her system. I wait for her crying to subside, then whisper teasingly in her ear, “My spring rolls are getting cold.” Her crying turns to bubbling laughter, and her arms relax around my neck as she pulls back.

“Can’t have that.” She presses her lips to mine and murmurs, “Thank you, hubby.”

* * *

I promised my girl game night, and that’s what we did. Scrabble through dinner, and KerPlunk during our dessert with ice cream. I discover that Ally is more competitive than I thought and not such a gracious winner. What she doesn’t know is that I let her win the first round of Scrabble. The power has gone to her head. Though, I admit, she’s fun to play with. The way she sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth when she’s deep in thought is hilarious.

But now I’m feeling a little frisky, and I think a new game will set the mood.

“Ever played Twister?” I ask, with a devilish grin.

She giggles, thinking I’m joking, but when I don’t laugh along with her, she says, “You’re serious?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I state. “But my way of playing is so much more fun than the way kids do it. What do you say? Are you game? Or are you afraid of losing?” I taunt her, knowing there’s no way she’ll back down.

She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot. “You’re on,” she says defiantly.

“Great!” I open the game box, grab the mat, then clear a space for it on the floor, moving the coffee table over. I lay it out, put my hand on my hip, and utter words that have her gaping at me. “Clothes off.”

She sputters an awkward “What?”

I nonchalantly remove my shoes, then begin unbuttoning my shirt. “You heard me. Strip, babe.”

She blinks once, then twice.

“Do you forfeit?” I tease. That’s when she steps out of her own shoes, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and raising it over her head and off. I’m enjoying the view as her breasts jiggle when she shimmies out of her jeans. But I’m going to be having so much more fun in a few minutes.

When we’re both completely naked, I set up the part of the game that twirls around, telling us which body part goes on which color.

“Ladies first.” I point to the spinner. Ally spins, and it tells her to place her right hand on a yellow circle. She steps on the mat, bending at the waist, and does as the game tells her. Before taking my own turn, I walk around to stand behind her. In her current position, I get a fantastic view of her perky ass. I run my hand over her creamy skin.

“Hey,” she says and begins to move.

“Tsk! Tsk! Move and you lose. You can’t take your hand off the mat,” I warn her.

“That’s not fair.”

“My game, my rules.”

“It’s your turn to spin,” she says, her eyes moving to the spinner.

“Oh yeah. Of course.” I tip my finger over the arrow and nudge it to where I want. “Left foot on red.” Ally doesn’t protest in the least. I can sense the excitement welling in her. I tap my chin. “Hmm, which one do I pick?” I take my time, all the while running my hand down the back of her thighs. Ally bites her lower lip, and her breathing hitches. I finally pick my spot. “Your turn.”

Ally uses her free hand and spins. “Left hand on green.” Her voice is husky and needy. She picks the green dot farthest away from her other hand, forcing her legs apart. All I have to do is go down on one knee, and her pussy would be right in front of my face. It’s a temptation I can’t resist.

My hands grip the globes of her ass, spreading her open, and I dart my tongue through her slit. My woman moans so prettily that I flick my tongue over her clit until she’s rocking her hips back and forth to get more of my mouth.

“Fuck, you taste like sweet heaven,” I say. Ally responds with a moan. “My turn.” I have to force myself to reach for the spinner and move the arrow. I place my right foot on a blue dot. I’m close enough to push up against her ass, my cock moving between her legs, not entering her pussy but gliding through her glistening pussy lips.

Ally doesn’t make a move, and I place one hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, twisting and tugging gently, while my other hand slides down her belly to play with her clit.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Zano.” Ignoring her pleas, I insert two fingers inside her wet, silky pussy, fucking her gently. Her pussy clamps down, and her legs tremble. I band my arm around her waist, moving my lips over the back of her neck with tiny featherlight kisses, all the while keeping a steady rhythm between her legs.

“Do you give up?” I whisper in her ear, nipping at her lobe.

Her back stiffens, but her voice is feeble. “No,” she gasps. But I’m already finger fucking her faster and harder. I can see she’s close. So very close. Then I take my hand away.

“I can do this all night long,” I tell her, skimming my lips to the spot on her neck that I know enhances the fire already burning within her.

“You’re not playing fair,” she mewls, wriggling her ass into my groin. My cock at her entrance aches to be inside her.

“All’s fair in love and war, cuoricina. Do you want me to make you feel good? I can, you know,” I murmur in her ear. “I can fuck this pussy so good. I’ll make you come so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week without remembering what I feel like inside you.” She shivers with delight, biting her lower lip, glancing over her shoulder.

Christ! The desire in her eyes is enough to drive a man mad. “Please.” She pouts.

“Who wins?” I urge, and for extra incentive, I cup her core.

“You do,” she says breathlessly.

I give her what we both need. I slip my thick cock inside her, begging for the heat of her pussy. That luscious moan that escapes her lips is all the encouragement I need to move inside her slow and steady. I continue to move my thumb over her sensitive clit. Ally lifts her hand, but I slap her ass and warn her, “Those hands stay where they are or I’ll stop.”

“You…you wouldn’t,” she mewls, wiggling her ass and clenching my cock.

I pull out and lean over her, skin to skin. “I can do this all night, baby. I’ll bring you right to the brink, then stop. Now be good.” I glide my fingers over the tips of her breasts. “I’ll take care of you.”

I kiss her shoulder. Her head twists, and I taste those lips as I push inside her core, fucking her slowly at first, then picking up my pace. As much as I love our game, I must come, but I have a greater need to hear her cry out my name as she always does when an orgasm hits her.

The melodic moaning of my name as she comes is the sweetest music I’ll ever hear. My cock reacts to the sensual moan, spilling my seed, buried deep in her pussy.

Before we both tumble onto the mat, I guide her down, and we wrap ourselves around one another.

Ally kisses the hinge of my jaw, and I look down at her beautiful face. She’s still riding her orgasmic high. “You cheated,” she teases.

I laugh loud and hard. I can’t remember a moment that I’ve ever felt this good.

“Naked Twister is my new favorite game,” I say, kissing her sweetly and swallowing her girly giggle.

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