Maximo’s POV
Maximo’s POV
The sex and connection with Aria was off the charts.
She did, however, try to get me involved in trying some crazy shit that was not going to happen.
I was open to the leather jock and would wear it with a shoulder buckle harness, especially when she wore one of her wet bodysuit outfits.
But I drew the line at a muzzle, and a full-body leather outfit.
She pouted at me when I said, “Hell no.”
She had asked me about involving a third person, and I told her only if it was a woman.
She looked pissed, and said, “That will never happen.” I smiled at her and said, “Then it’s just you and me babe.
” I had taken her over the bathroom counter, facing the mirror.
I loved having her watch us fuck. This woman was insatiable.
I was pissed at the idea that she did these things with other men, but she finally told me that she didn’t do as many things with them as I thought she had.
I asked her what she meant and she just gave me that little sexy smirk of hers.
By then it didn’t matter. I was willing to be submissive for her at times, and she would be my sub at other times.
We took turns depending on our needs at the time.
I was willing and able to relinquish some control to this woman. But only her.
We had lost track of that bitch Nico Cattaneo for about three weeks when I got a lead. One I had not expected to get, but I would absolutely use it to my advantage.
I had walked into our house earlier than usual one day to surprise my wife.
I had a new costume for her, a boss lady pinstripe lingerie set with garters and pantyhose.
I had texted my men just prior to my arrival to leave the upper floor clear.
They knew what that meant. I also told them not to tell Aria I would be home early.
Once I arrived, one of my men was out front, letting me know Lorenzo was here, had just arrived and was meeting with my wife in their area. I knew I should wait, but I was curious why he showed up. Usually, Aria would text me when he would come by for visits, which was pretty frequent actually.
I was coming up on the area Aria had taken over when I heard them in a heated conversation.
“Dammit Lorenzo, I need to find that prick before he comes after me again. How the fuck are you the infamous Geronimo and can’t find one crazy prick in the world?”
Geronimo? Fucking Lorenzo was Geronimo? I smiled at that piece of information.
I came walking into the room, making sure that they heard me.
Lorenzo was standing a few feet away from the couch, arms crossed looking pissed, when he looked up at me, freezing.
I smirked. “Well hello, Geronimo.”
Aria flies up from the couch and whips around to face me. She’s pissed now too.
Lorenzo mumbled, “Well, fuck me.” He looked to Aria.
I turned to look at my wife, smiling bigger. “Hi honey, I’m home.” I lifted the gift bag with her new costume in it that will be used later, but focused on this business now.
Aria looked like she was about to lose her shit, when I turned abruptly to Lorenzo, dropping my smile.
“Help me find Nico so I can take care of him. Or would you rather he hurt Aria?”
“Don’t you fucking dare pull that shit. He came after me and our men. He’s fucking mine!” She was yelling at me. Her face contorted in anger, but she still looked beautiful and sexy as hell.
I looked at her, my face softening. “Our men?”
That seemed to make her stutter. “Ummm well, your men. Our men. Whatever.”
I came around the couch to her quickly, grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips.
I heard Lorenzo mutter, “Gross, get a fucking room, please.”
I pulled back and looked at her, smirking. “Our men, mi Donna.”
She huffed.
“You cannot take on Nico and his men. I can get Dom and his men to help us. Worst case, if I need more men, Carlo Garcia would help out. Our men, Dom’s men, and some of Carlo’s men should be more than enough.
” I kept my grip on her, holding her to me, even though the gift bag was crinkling in my hand against her back.
She looked down and pouted. “What is it?”
I shook my head. “Nice try sexy, but business first. Then other business later.”
“Oh for fuck sakes. Gag me.” When we both turned to glare at Lorenzo, he made a gagging face. Asshole.
I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you helping me Lorenzo, or Aria?”
He looked back and forth between us, then sighed, looking away. “I’ll get you what I have, Maximo.”
Aria tensed in my arms, acting like she was going towards him, when I gripped her.
“You stronza, Lorenzo!”
I snorted. “You just called your favorite cousin a bitch, Aria.”
She turned and glared at me. “He deserves it.” She turned to him and muttered, “Traitor.”
Lorenzo turned and glared at her. “Well excuse me if I want you alive, stronza!”
“Lorenzo, you go ahead and go. We’ll talk later, make a plan with Dom.”
Lorenzo appeared agitated. “No worries Lorenzo. I will tell him exactly what you have been telling me. That you and Aria know Geronimo, and he helps you out sometimes.” I turned and faced Aria, who looked at me, tense. “No one else needs to know who he is. I wouldn’t risk it.”
Her eyes softened. “Thank you, Maximo.” I leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
Anything for mi famiglia” And I smiled.
??????????????????
I called a meeting with Dom, Carlo, and Lorenzo. Once we were all together, they had asked why Lorenzo was present.
I kept it simple. “He and Geronimo do each other favors.” Not entirely a lie, but I was not about to disclose who Lorenzo was to these men.
Even though Dom and I were pretty connected now after taking down Don Sanchez and Aria’s connection to Sophie, I wouldn’t risk anything directly affecting my wife.
And anything that touched Lorenzo, affected my wife.
“It’s how we got the information we have. ”
Dom looked shocked and Carlo looked impressed.
Damn, cabrón, that must be an honor.”
Lorenzo looked a bit uncomfortable so I redirected the conversation back on point.
“Based on the information we got, that little bitch is trying to recruit the Fire Dragons MC.”
Dom snapped, “What the fuck?”
“Apparently Nico is feeding them that he has a beef with you to get them onboard. The goal is to take out you and your clansmen, so then he could go after me, and therefore my wife. The fucking cunt!”
“What do you need from me, amigo?”
“Carlo, I just need you on standby. I don’t think we will need you or your men, but it would be nice to have extra backup.”
Carlo nodded. “Anything, amigo. That fucker went after you at your home. Pussy shit!”
"He went after my woman, so I'm taking him down.
" I turned to Dom. “We got whisper that Nico will be trying to reach out for a meeting with you, maybe try to make an alliance against me.” I rolled my eyes as Dom laughed his ass off. I shrugged. “I have a feeling it will be soon too because Sophie is so far along in her pregnancy. He’ll think he can intimidate you, by putting pressure on you because of her ‘delicate state.’ Either that or he will encourage you not to get involved with his shit with me because of her pregnancy.”
Carlo spoke up. “Damn, that bendejo is cooking up all kinds of plans.”
“He is both smart and dumb. The plan will be to allow him to set up a meeting with Dom, and we will just naturally show up as well.” I smirked.
I hadn’t been this excited for some action since I had to meet with Don Sanchez along with Dom.
When we met him a few weeks ago, I was simply going along as support to Dom until Aria had approached me.
She wanted to go to “have a conversation with that stronzo.” I made sure to go in her place.
Aria had not elaborated on why, but when I spoke with Dom about Sophie’s family he had been pissed.
Told me about the beatings when she was younger.
Her sister had been worse with the beatings which was why when Dom called me up just before the meeting with Don Sanchez to ask for a favor of sending her to Raphael’s brothel, I had not hesitated one bit.
Aria had thanked me for sending Serena to Raphael with a special costume. A nurse’s costume. Not that there was much to the costume, with its lace bra and panties with garters, but she had on a nurse’s hat and a stethoscope around her neck. Loved my gift.
Don Sanchez had been dumb enough to spout off about Sophie.
And although I knew Aria would be pissed about it, I was actually really fucking pissed about him talking about his daughter like that.
He deserved to be sucker punched like he had.
Then Dom finally had enough of his derogatory nonsense about his wife, whom I knew he was full blown in love with by that point, and pummeled Don Sanchez.
I let Dom have his moment, but we didn’t want the man dead.
Well, not yet. If he continued to piss either of us off, I would take him out, without question.
But this time would be different. It had been awhile since I got my hands dirty. Literally. It’s not that I wouldn’t. It’s just if I did, I was making a statement.
And I would be making a fucking statement of Nico Cattaneo.