9. Lorenzo
9
LORENZO
“ S o, you have the file?” Marco, the most trusted captain in the family, asks from where he’s sitting across from me on the small deck out back of the Adobe bungalow.
He showed up at the safe house about ten minutes ago, as per our agreed-upon time when I sent him a text last night. That was before everything happened with Florence, and honestly, I almost forgot about the meeting altogether until Marco called to confirm the address.
Luckily, Florence is inside taking a cat nap. Literally, she and Sprinkles were curled up on the bed, both snoring softly when I stepped outside to meet Marco.
“It’s inside,” I tell him, which isn’t a lie. Florence has the file in question. I saw her take it out of her purse earlier today before lunch. I didn’t say anything, not sure how to move forward. I already made her feel unwanted, how could I risk making her feel used as well?
“With the woman?” Marco asks, darting his eyes toward the door as if he’s considering storming inside and taking it himself.
“Her name is Florence,” I say with a little more bite in my tone than I intended.
Marco’s eyebrows lift up in surprise, then furrow with concern. “And you’re sure we can trust her? Didn’t you say she works at Hanson & Hanson?”
“You don’t have to trust her. You have to trust me ,” I growl. “And I say she’s more honorable than anyone I know. Is that good enough for you?”
Marco raises his hands in a sign of surrender. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Damn,” he grumbles. “Why did you bring her all the way out here instead of straight to the Caparelli compound? Aurelio wants those documents, Lorenzo.”
“And I’m going to hand them over,” I assure Marco. “That doesn’t mean Florence should be collateral damage. We might be criminals, but we’re not so cruel as to kill innocent women.”
The tall, broad-shouldered man nods slowly, then leans back in his seat. “Of course, she should be protected. I wasn’t telling you to throw her to the wolves.” Just then, his phone rings. Marco looks at the screen, deciding to answer. “What,” he spits out. It’s a typical greeting for Marco. “Yes, I’m with him now.”
I wonder who he’s talking to. Aurelio knows I’m here and I told Marco last night, but that was supposed to be it. The captain grunts a few monosyllabic responses, then hangs up. I give him a questioning look, silently demanding him to tell me who that call was from.
“Jagger,” he tells me. He must see the surprised look on my face. “Boss let everyone in the inner circle know you were at a safe house with the file in hand.”
“He gave out the address?” I ask incredulously. That doesn’t sound like Aurelio.
“No, of course not. He just said you would be on your way from one of our safe houses soon.”
“So why is Jagger up your ass about it? The Boss knows where I’m at, you can now confirm you’ve seen me in person at the safe house, and that’s that. I’ll bring the file to the compound when the coast is clear.”
“Okay, okay, I got it,” Marco says, finally backing down. He knows something is going on, but not enough to call me out on it. We both have our suspicions, along with Aurelio, about a traitor in the family. I respect that he’s sizing me up, but I don’t need this shit right now. I need him to trust me.
I stand up from the uncomfortable lawn chair that was left on the back deck, and Marco does the same. He reaches out to shake my hand, and at the same time, the back door opens.
“There you are… oh!” Florence exclaims when she sees Marco.
My woman is still in the shirt I had on last night… and nothing else. Her legs are fully on display for anyone to see, and while I know Marco is the only other person around here for miles, a possessive rage races to the surface.
“Don’t look at her,” I snarl at Marco. His eyes are nearly falling out of their sockets and I barely restrain myself from breaking his goddamn nose.
“Holy shit,” he stammers, blinking a few times before averting his gaze. “I didn’t know… Jesus, Lorenzo, please tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know we had company,” Florence says, immediately scampering back inside.
“She’s mine,” I growl, getting in Marco’s face. I don’t give a fuck about anything else except laying claim to my woman.
“Yeah, I got that,” he replies, taking a step back. “I’m not looking for a woman or a relationship or a fuck buddy, so there’s no need to mark your territory.”
“She’s not a fuck buddy,” I grit out, offended that anyone would think of my Florence as less than the goddess she is.
"Noted." We stare at each other for a few drawn-out seconds, and then Marco nods. "The documents," he finally says. "Get them to the compound sooner rather than later. Then you can continue with…" He trails off, tipping his chin toward the small bungalow.
I know he wants to say more, but I’m thankful he’s not pressing me for information. He’s giving me the chance to earn his trust, and right now, I understand the importance of that more than ever.
We say our goodbyes and I watch him get into his car and drive away, a cloud of dust and sand following behind him. I only step inside when he’s completely out of sight.
“I didn’t know anyone was here,” Florence says as soon as I enter the living area.
“And that makes it okay to go outside, showing off what’s mine?” I ask, prowling toward her.
She puts her hands on her hips and narrows those emerald eyes at me. “Excuse me, sir. I won’t let any man tell me where I can and can’t go.”
The corner of her lip curls up into a deviant smirk, making her green eyes flash in challenge. She loves pushing my buttons. And I love her .
I don’t fully have time to process that last thought, but it can wait. Right now, my woman needs me as much as I need her. I have a feeling I’ll always be this ravenous for her.
“You can go anywhere you want, beautiful,” I tell her, circling around my prey. She looks at me over her shoulder, lust shining in her gaze. “But you have to at least wear panties when meeting my colleagues.”
I circle an arm around her hips with every intention of kissing her breathless, but the little siren spins out of my embrace, giggling as she gives chase.
“I have a dress code now?”
“You do if you don’t want me to snatch the eyeballs from every single person who looks at you,” I reply, catching up to my woman in two strides. She lingers in the kitchen, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“So you’re planning on keeping me around?” she asks. Florence is trying to be playful, but I see the doubt beneath her words. I’ve already given her a reason to doubt me, but I’m trying with every goddamn thing in me to make it up to her.
“As long as you’ll have me,” I tell her truthfully.
“And even then, I can expect you to stalk me until the day I die?” Her lips pull into a playful smile, but I growl at the thought of her leaving this earth.
“You’re not dying. Ever. Not on my watch.” We’re only a few inches apart, and I reach out to touch her, needing her warmth to rid the thought of death from my mind.
Florence tries to get away from me again, but I catch her by her waist and haul her into me for a devastating kiss. She moans as I slip my tongue into her mouth and consume every inch of her. My hands slide down her thick curves and grip the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, slowly inching it up.
We break the kiss only long enough for me to take the piece of clothing off completely and toss it to the side. Florence jumps up into my arms and hooks her ankles together behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.
“Need to show you who you belong to,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.
“I belong to you,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs this, too. My woman talks a big game, but she likes being mine. She knows deep down that I don’t want to smother her or dictate where she goes or how she dresses. I taste it in her kiss.
“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.
She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.
I carry her into the bathroom, only breaking the kiss when I set her down on the counter. She claws at my shirt and I help her take it off of me. As soon as it’s over my head, Florence runs her hands up and down my chest and abs.
“Love your touch, beautiful. The things you do to me…”
I groan as her hands trail lower and she palms my already hard cock. I step back, chuckling when she scowls at me. Turning on the shower, I adjust the temperature so it’s hot, filling up the bathroom with steam.
I quickly get rid of my pants and boxer briefs before turning to face Florence again. “Can’t be showing off what’s mine,” I grunt as I stalk toward my pretty little prey.
“Does this mean you’ll have to punish me?” The challenging look in her emerald eyes nearly brings me to my knees. How is she so goddamn perfect?
“Is that what you want?” I growl. “To feel me spank that thick ass of yours?”
She bites her lip and nods, staring me directly in the eyes, daring me to take her up on her offer.
In one quick move, I spin her around and shove her down on the counter so her ass is presented so beautifully for me. Before she has a chance to protest, I crack my hand over her soft flesh, loving the way it jiggles and turns pink.
Florence cries out in shock and then lets out the sexiest fucking moan.
“Again,” she begs.
I wrap her hair around my fist and tug, lifting her head up so she’s looking at me in the mirror.
“I’m in control, Florence,” I tell her firmly. “Say it.”
Her eyes go dark and her nostrils flare. Fucking hell, I love knowing this turns her on as much as it does me. I didn’t expect that from someone so inexperienced and young, but it only confirms that she’s perfect for me in every way.
“You’re in control,” she says.
I spank her again, harder this time.
“That’s right.” I shove two fingers in her soaking wet pussy, never breaking eye contact with her in the mirror.
“Oh, god…” she cries out at the unexpected invasion. I withdraw my fingers just as quickly and lead her over to the shower, closing the glass door once we’re both inside.
Water spills over her hair, shoulders, breasts, and lower. I run my hands up and down her slick body and kiss her roughly.
“You drive me crazy, Florence. Fucking insane,” I growl before kissing her again.
My hands find her ass and I lift her up, pressing her back into the wall. Florence grabs my shoulders and hangs on while I kiss down her neck and rub my cock through the folds of her pussy. I feel her flutter around me, trying to suck me in.
“Your greedy little cunt needs me, doesn’t it, Florence?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans, throwing her head back and banging it against the wall.
“Careful,” I whisper, kissing her cheek.
I continue rubbing my cock through her wet slit, bumping against her clit with each shallow thrust. Florence bucks her hips, trying to position me where she wants me. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, causing her to yelp in surprise.
“I’m in control, little girl,” I remind her.
I reposition my hold on her, sliding one hand closer to her center and teasing the split in her cheeks with my fingers. Florence jumps in my arms, making me chuckle darkly. I capture her lips in a scorching kiss while slipping one finger over her tight little rosebud.
“Lorenzo…” she whispers, breaking our kiss.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her, hoping her answer hasn’t changed from the last time I asked her.
“I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
With that, I thrust my hips and rub my cock on her clit while pressing just the tip of my finger inside her ring of muscles.
“Oh!” she gasps in surprise. “Oh… my god …” she groans.
“Mmm…you like that, dirty girl?”
“I think I do,” she replies in complete surprise.
I wiggle my finger in her ass and slide up just to the first knuckle, and then withdraw. In and out I thrust my finger while stimulating her clit, until I'm in all the way. I position my cock at her entrance, taking my finger out and leaving her empty, loving when she whimpers at the loss.
Then, I slam my dick into her tight pussy while shoving two fingers up her ass.
Florence screams and comes violently in my arms, her pussy and ass clamping down on me.
“Lorenzo, yes, fuck, fuck me, oh fuck,” she cries, burying her face in my neck and digging her nails into my shoulder.
“Jesus, woman,” I grunt, trying to hold on to my release.
I grind my cock into her cunt, going impossibly deeper. When she’s barely recovered from her first orgasm, I pull back and set a relentless pace, fucking her hard. I leave my fingers buried deep in her ass, letting her adjust to the feeling.
“Oh my god, I can’t… I’m going to come again.”
“No,” I snarl. “Not until I say so.”
Florence whimpers and clenches around me, her muscles drawn up tight. I know she’s about to explode, but I love seeing her try to keep it at bay.
“Don’t you fucking come, Florence. Don’t you dare.”
I take my fingers out of her ass and grip both of her cheeks in my hands as I jackhammer in and out of her. Florence lets out these pained moans each time my cock bumps up against her cervix. I feel her pussy flutter, her legs squeezing my hips, her supple, curvy body shaking with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
“Please, Lorenzo, please…”
I withdraw my dick all the way out and then slam into her one last time.
“Come for me, dirty girl,” I growl.
And Jesus, does she come.
Her pussy knots around my cock, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Florence inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard that I feel like I might pass out.
“Breathe,” I say to myself as much her.
Florence gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.
When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Florence leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.
I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placing her hands on the wall.
I sink into her from behind and fuck her slowly with one hand cupping her breasts and the other rubbing circles over her clit. We breathe and come together in a wordless release.
Gathering up her limp body in my arms, I turn off the water and dry us both off before tucking her into bed and crawling in beside her. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead until she finally opens her eyes and gives me a shy little smile.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“Yeah, love. It was.”
She sighs contentedly and I tuck her into my side, running my fingers up and down her back while she traces my tattoos in featherlight touches. We have so much more to talk about, so much to discuss when it comes to handing over the documents, but right here and now? This is all that matters.