19. Set Up
19
SET UP
GIOVANNA
I never could’ve imagined I’d one day be the leader of the infamous Aggio Crime Family. Though it was named after my own family and passed down through the generations, I still never thought I’d be the boss. It was a position I’d never desired and still didn’t want. The weight of an entire family’s fate resting on my shoulders? No, thanks. I felt completely unprepared for the responsibility.
What I really wanted to do was dance and take my clothes off for people. Tyler might’ve been the only person I wanted; however, I loved the freedom of getting naked in front of customers and seducing them with dance. Taunting people and driving them wild was my therapy. It made me horny and relaxed me at the same time.
Yet, as I clung onto Luca for dear life, I realized the true gravity of my new position. His safety rested solely on my powers to protect him from our own brothers who wanted to murder him. Despite my reluctance, it was my duty to preserve any remnants of family that remained.
The sight of my brother, beaten to a bloody pulp as punishment for our father’s mistake, cut through me like a sharp knife. My other brothers were known for their stubbornness, and if I let Luca out of my sight, it would be a death sentence. Thankfully, Ian, Luke, and Tyler had my back, ready to protect and defend against anything. As for Angelo and Frankie, I wasn’t quite sure where they stood at the moment.
Bruno “The Butcher” Borrelli towered over Luca and me close by. He was my father’s favorite Capo. He’d been a part of our family since I could remember, and when I was a child, he seemed as large as Mount Fuji.
His daughter, Angelina, was my best friend and tragically killed at the age of nine just outside in the driveway. A family friend backed over her while we were playing hide and seek at my birthday party. I’d always blame myself for that because I told her to hide there while I ducked behind another car close by. I watched her get crushed beneath the wheels and had nightmares about it for years after. As time passed, Bruno became more like an uncle to me.
Tyler stood beside me, ready to take down whoever challenged me. But when he uttered the words, The Russians are the least of our worries now , my heart dropped into my stomach, and a coldness crept over me. The way he was touching his own face while staring down at Luca caused me to pull away from my brother, examining his injuries a little closer.
“He needs medical help,” Tyler ordered, then twisted to Angelo. “Do you guys have a doctor or something that works under the table?”
“If not,” Ian chimed in, “we do, but back in Boston.”
“Yeah,” Frankie interjected, “we got several. I’ll make a call.”
Tyler kneeled in front of Luca, checking his wrist before setting his hand back down on his lap. “His pulse is fine, but we need to get him somewhere comfortable.”
“I’m fine,” Luca mumbled. “I just need water.”
Tyler stood. “Get him some water and cold, wet washcloths. We’ll get him to a bed.” He nudged the giant Capo out of the way. “Luca, is anything broken?”
“I don’t think so,” he whispered as Tyler leaned over him.
“Let me know if this hurts,” Tyler replied, draping Luca’s arm over his shoulder and helping him stand. “Baby,” he looked at me, “will you show us to a room?”
“Yeah, come on.” I nodded, my hand reaching out to help him stabilize my brother on the other side.
“What the fuck should we do?” Carmine asked.
I twisted to face Ian, who already understood my silent request. “You guys go,” he said firmly, “we’re going to stay here and chat.”
“Thank you,” I mouthed, and he offered a single nod. I guided Luca and Tyler out of the room, followed by Frankie and Bruno. “Bruno, stay with them,” I ordered, not wanting more people than necessary around right now. I didn’t know if Tyler would need to say something he’d want kept private.
Bruno agreed silently, veering back toward the office while I handed Luca off to Frankie. He and Tyler helped as I led them through the long hallways, taking several turns before coming to a stop outside the library. Turning to Luca with a playful smile to lighten the mood, I teased, “Man, if Nadia could see you now, she’d?—”
He lifted his gaze from the floor, blinking several times. “Nadia? Where the fuck is she?”
“In Boston,” I replied with a quizzical expression, wondering why he acted as if he cared.
“I… want to see her.”
Frankie shook his head, his brow furrowed in concern. “I think you need some rest, and we can discuss it later.”
Luca was adamant, struggling out of their arms with a determined look on his face. “I need to see her.”
“Okay,” I exhaled, relenting, “fine, but you need to recover a little first. You look like hell.”
“I’m going back with you,” he growled, “and I’m fine.”
Tyler reached out to help him again, but he yanked his arm out of the way. “Stop touching me, man, I’m fine. Get me the fuck out of this house. There are people after me.”
“You need to rest, Luca.” Frankie huffed. He was so used to our bullshit, but I knew Luca gave him a run for his money when he worked for our father. He was always causing problems, which Angelo and Frankie had to step in many times to fix.
Luca grinned menacingly through his swollen, bloody face. “I do what the fuck I want,” he taunted, a rebellious gleam in his eye. It was just like him to push boundaries and defy authority, even in the middle of turmoil. “You know this.”
Tyler lifted a hand. “Can we go somewhere private before your own brothers come out here and kill you for what you did?”
He flickered his gaze at him, his smile fading. Tyler and Frankie stepped forward, stabilizing him again when he stumbled. After passing a few more rooms, they followed me left, into a guest room.
They gently lowered Luca onto a navy-blue velvet chaise lounge. Frankie strode across the room, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of running water echoed for a moment before it abruptly stopped, and he emerged with a damp washcloth in hand. I extended my arm, taking the cloth from him, and gently dabbed at the cut above my brother’s eyebrow. With a sharp inhale, he leapt out of my reach.
I stumbled back, my heart racing. “Oops.”
“Watch it,” he rumbled.
“Sorry,” I murmured, biting down on my bottom lip. “I’m being careful, but it looks pretty bad.”
“I know,” he grumbled, finally meeting my gaze. I could see the pain etched into every line of his face.
“Where have you been?” I asked, gently cradling his chin between my fingertips as I dabbed at the cuts and bruises on his cheeks.
“The Mussolini’s found me after Ian and his prick men?—”
“Watch what you say about my family,” Tyler warned, his expression hardening.
Luca held up a hand. “I’m still mad at them for what happened to my dad.”
“That was your fault,” Frankie and I chimed in simultaneously.
“We’ll get to that in a second,” he said, shifting his gaze to Tyler, who was tapping his chin with a finger impatiently. “I’d been trying to figure out why my show in Boston was cancelled.” He jerked his head back again. “Damnit, Gia, be careful.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, blotting beside his mouth. “I’m trying.”
“Anyway,” he continued, “someone said something about a bomb threat, but then I heard the AC went out. I’m not buying any of it. I just know it’s all bullshit and someone set it all up. They wanted Ian to kill our dad.”
“I’ll do some digging,” Tyler replied.
Nodding, he added, “Yeah...because right now, I can’t trust anyone. I need to stay under the radar.”
“You’re too famous for that,” I scoffed.
“I’m sure there’s somewhere I can hide to recover,” he said, pointing between Frankie and me. “And for both your information, it wasn’t my fucking fault. I was going to get the message to dad, but some fucking car came out of nowhere and T-boned my fucking car at a traffic light. Then the fucking hospital kept me for three fucking days. By the time I got out, everyone was looking for me and wanted to kill me, and I got jumped somewhere. I need to clear my name.”
Tyler and I darted our eyes at one another.
“What?” Luca and Frankie asked.
“My wif…ex… my former wife,” he sighed, “was T-boned at a light and died. Chance’s former bodyguard was too as you know.”
“Mussolinis?”
Tyler nodded subtly. “But I don’t know why they’d fuck with you too. I’ll talk to my family and see what we can figure out. For now, I want you where we can keep an eye on you. I know Gia’s been worried about you and we’ll hide you.”
My heart swelled at the sight of him, and I fought the urge to leap into his strong arms and never let go. My words caught in my throat as I gazed at him, but before I could speak, Frankie’s voice broke through the silence.
“We’ll let the boss decide that.”
My eyes widened, temporarily forgetting that was me. “Oh, yeah… he’s right, Frankie. We’ll hide him somewhere in Boston.”
“And in the meantime,” Tyler added, “I’ll find out who caused all that, and I’ll have it taken care of.”
Luca grinned as wide as his bloody mouth would allow. “You sound like a Mafia boss.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m surrounded by it.”
Suddenly, Luca snapped his gaze toward me. “Wait, boss?”
“Yeahhh,” I exhaled a deep breath, “dad kinda left me in charge of… everything.”
“Hmm,” he mused. “You’re going to have a hard time with everything going on behind the scenes.”
I lifted the corner of my lip. “What do you mean?”
Frankie lifted his hand. “Let’s let him rest for now and we can fill you in later.”
After my brothers and everyone else finally settled in for the night, all I could think about was being wrapped in Tyler’s arms. We lay awake in bed, our gazes fixated on the ceiling, our fingers laced together on our own chests. I shifted from one side to the other, facing him as he did the same.
“You’re going to be fine,” he reassured me, rolling over onto his side to face me. “I promise.” His words were comforting, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of the challenges ahead, and I still didn’t want to do it.
Moving closer, he closed the gap between us and pulled me toward him. His lips crashed onto mine, fierce and demanding, as he seized my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. A guttural moan escaped me, my body responding to his touch instinctively. As he deepened the kiss, I felt my nails dig into his shoulder, holding on tight as pleasure coursed through me.
My other hand, hidden beneath the blanket, found its way to his semi-hard cock and began stroking it firmly. He let out a low growl against my mouth, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of my mouth in a hungry kiss. I could feel him getting harder in my hand, and I moved my palm to cup his balls, squeezing them firmly. He loved when I was rough with him, and it only made him crave more.
He pulled my bottom lip back into his mouth, sucking on it hard while using his free hand to grip my ass, pulling me forcefully against him. Our bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm as he rocked against me, his lips trailing down from my neck to my shoulders before rolling me onto my stomach.
I pressed my cheek into the soft mattress as he reached between my legs from behind, pushing his fingers into me with expert precision. I squirmed, my body reacting to his touch in ways that I couldn’t control. With nowhere else to go, I surrendered myself completely to the pleasure he brought me.
My breath caught in my throat as he withdrew his fingers, sliding them teasingly across my skin before plunging them back into my dripping wet pussy. Each time he pulled away, the ache within me grew more intense, driving me to the brink of insanity. With a swift motion, he tore the blankets off my naked body.
Bringing his hand down hard on my bare rear, I let out a small whimper and buried my face into the pillow. Again and again, he struck me, each time sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I turned my head to face him. With a devilish grin, he slid three fingers inside me while his thumb pressed against my tight asshole. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy.
Looking up at him through hazy eyes, I could only pant as he continued to work me over with his skilled hands. “Does that feel good, princess?”
Struggling to catch my breath, I managed to gasp out a reply. “Yes, sir...I love when you stretch me wide.” My words were met with a sudden increase in pressure as he wiggled his thumb faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Please...fuck me,” I begged, throbbing desire flowing through every inch of my body.
His breath was hot against my ear as his lips traced a path along my neck as he whispered, “Under one condition.”
“Anything for you,” I exhaled as he never slowed his assault on my holes.
“Don’t hold back your sounds. I want you to be as loud as you need to be.”
“What if anyone hears me?”
“I don’t fucking care,” he replied in a low tone, ripping his hand away from me. Placing his wet fingers into my mouth, he narrowed his eyes on mine. “Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Reclining back on the bed, he pulled me on top of him. “Twist around. I want to watch your sexy ass as you ride me.” Obediently, I shifted my position so that my back was facing him.
Throwing my leg over him the other way, I turned my back to him.
“Lean forward and go slow,” he commanded. “I want to watch your cunt slowly swallow my cock.”
Bending forward, I took his rigid shaft in my palm, positioning it at my entrance.
“Just the tip,” he said.
Pressing his head inside me, I moved my hips, teasing him as I watched him over my shoulder. “You want my tight pussy wrapped around your cock?”
He slapped my ass again, then held the base of his cock, jerking himself off. “Such a gorgeous view. I could make you stay just like that while I cum.”
“Please let me have it all,” I pleaded, eager to be filled with him.
“Remember not to hold back,” he replied.
“I promise, sir.”
“You can take it all now, baby.”
Flipping my hair to the side, I pressed my palms to his thighs, sinking all the way down onto his length fast and hard. I let out a loud whine as he seized my hips, pushing himself up harder into me, meeting my pace as I rode him. Moving his palms to my rear, he spread it apart, spanking me on each cheek every few seconds until my backside was burning with a searing pain.
“Your body is so fucking sexy,” he murmured, “I need to see your tits, turn around.”
Nibbling my bottom lip, I rotated around, facing him. “How’s this?” Taking his palms in my hand, I placed them on my breasts.
“Perfect,” he squeezed them, running his thumbs over my pierced nipples, “so fucking flawless.”
Moving my hips in various angles, I used my pussy to pleasure his length. He loved listening to me, however, I loved hearing how much I turned him on. He was anything but quiet when we fucked. And even with me on top, he was aggressive.
Lowering his hands, he pulled my pussy apart, watching as I rocked back and forth on his rod. Lifting his knees, he threw my body forward, and I pressed my palms on either side of his head, still meeting his rhythm.
Reaching up, he curled his fingers around my neck, squeezing. We made fierce eye contact in the dark room, only the moonlight illuminated us both. Whimpers, moans, and occasional cries emerged from my mouth as my cervix started to ache.
“Are you hurting, baby?” he asked with a smile.
“Starting… to,” I squeaked through his grip.
Yanking his hand away, he sat up, holding my lower back, pulling me against him over and over. Reaching between us, his thumb pressed to my clit, and he massaged it.
“Oh fuck,” I panted breathlessly, my mouth agape.
Tilting his head, he studied my expression. “Should I let you cum?”
I nodded. “Mmhmm, yes sir, oh God, please let me cum. I can’t… hold it any longer.”
“It feels like you’re about to squirt.”
“I am!” I shrieked. “Please let me?—”
Within a split second, he picked me up off him, the absence of his cock leaving me feeling empty. “Put your sexy cunt on my face,” he ordered, sliding beneath me as I obeyed.
He played with my clit again, fast and hard with his mouth pressed against my opening. His tongue darted in and out, and I could no longer hold back.
“Give it to me,” he commanded. “Fill my mouth.”
Pressing my hands into the headboard, I rode his face, letting my wetness flood his mouth and cheeks. He moaned beneath me, his tongue performing magically on every inch of my pussy. Soon, I could no longer take the sensation and collapsed off him.
“Hands and knees, now,” he spat, and again, I obeyed.
Pushing my palms to the pillows, I raised my ass in the air as he got on his knees behind me. Holding his tip at my entrance, he plunged hard into my sheath again, bottoming out on my bruised cervix. With raw and rough strokes, he held my hips, pushing into me over and over.
“Cum again with me, princess,” he commanded.
My body always gave into him, and again, I couldn’t hold back. Looking back over my shoulder, we stared into one another’s gazes as we came hard together. His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. When he could take no more, he lowered himself behind me, licking my slit while he fingered his seed out of my hole.
The minute he was done, I collapsed to the bed in exhaustion, and he fell next to me.