Chapter 25
Christiano
After I wash the blood off my hands, I strip and take a quick shower before putting on the clean set of clothes I always keep at the warehouse.
It’s something I started doing, so I don’t go home all bloody.
When I leave the restroom and walk into the main area, the men are busy disposing of the bodies. The only thing I got out of the two Albanian soldiers is that Genti Kadare has killed Altin Besart and taken over their organization.
It’s only the beginning of the war, which will probably last a couple of years. An organization that large can’t be brought down in a few months.
Leaving the warehouse, I see Nico and Luke standing near the SUV. “I want to stop at home before going to the poker game at Adriano’s place.”
“Okay.”
Luke jogs around the front of the Bentley to the driver's side while Nico opens the back door for me.
“How’s he doing?” I ask.
“Good.”
The single word carries a lot of weight coming from Nico. He wouldn’t hesitate to tell me if Luke isn’t right for the job.
I climb in, and while Nico shuts the door and gets into the front passenger seat, I pull my phone out and type a message to Sienna.
On my way home.
After pressing send, I go into the app that gives me access to all the cameras in the penthouse.
Seeing Sienna come naked out of the bathroom makes the corner of my mouth lift, and my cock instantly starts to harden.
Her phone beeps, drawing her attention, and when she reads the message, her features relax.
I quickly send another message.
Stay naked.
A couple of seconds later, her head snaps up, and she smiles at the camera.
“We really have to put in some kind of two-way radio so I can hear you, too.”
That reminds me. I dig my Bluetooth earpiece out of my pocket and put it in my ear so the men won’t hear what she says.
Get on the bed, pussy facing me, and spread those sexy legs wide open, baby.
My woman does as she’s told, and I grow impossibly hard as I watch her lie down.
She’s my own personal brand of porn, and nothing in this world can hold a candle to her. My eyes greedily devour her perfect breasts and the neat strip between her thighs.
Touch yourself.
With a seductive look, she rubs her palms over her breasts and stomach, and when she spreads her pussy open for me, I feel hot and incredibly turned on.
My eyes are locked on her finger as it slowly moves in and out of her before circling her clit.
Jesus Christ. This was a bad idea. I’m going to come in the back seat.
Sienna reads the message and lets out a chuckle. Then, to torture me, she arches her back and squeezes her breasts together. “You like that, my capo.”
Way too fucking much.
Her right hand returns to her pussy, and she rubs and fingers herself while moans spill over her lips. “I want you so badly,” she whimpers. “I need your big cock to pound into me.”
“Fuck,” I growl, sweat beading at the back of my neck, and my body trembling with desire.
“What?” Nico asks, drawing me out of the lust spell that Sienna cast over me.
“Nothing.”
He lets out a chuckle, then orders, “Drive faster, Luke. Our boss needs to get home to his wife.”
Already forgetting about the men, my eyes don’t leave my phone for a second as I watch Sienna finger fuck herself.
“God, Chrisitano,” she whimpers, sounding frustrated.
It takes two long fucking minutes before Luke brings the SUV to a screeching stop, and when I peel out of the backseat, Nico bursts out laughing. “Enjoy.”
I give him the middle finger as I climb into the elevator, and after scanning my keycard, I begin to unbutton my shirt.
When the doors open into the penthouse, I drop my clothes and gun on the hallway floor and take the stairs two at a time.
Hearing Sienna moan has pre-cum dripping from my cock. Bursting into the room, I make it to the bed in three strides. When I crawl over my wife, she looks feverish with need, and I waste no time, thrusting hard into her.
“God!” she cries as her eyes latch onto the mirrors above us so she can watch me fuck her. “Yes!Yes!Yes!”
She keeps chanting the words as I pound into her, and from the pleasure tightening my balls, I know the orgasm is going to knock me on my ass when it hits.
My wristwatch begins to beep, signaling the alarm that Sienna’s heart rate is very fast, and not even a second later, the same happens with her phone, alerting her to my vitals.
A scream tears loose from my wife as she starts to convulse beneath me. She grabs hold of my ass, her nails digging into my skin while she holds on for dear life as pleasure consumes her.
And that’s all it takes. My orgasm rips the air from my lungs as it seizes my body, and I can barely let out a groan.
Sienna clenches so fucking hard around my cock, it feels as if I’m getting a blowjob while I come, and it makes the ecstasy increase tenfold. I drop down, all my weight pushing her into the bed.
“Christ,” I gasp while struggling to get air into my lungs.
She wraps her arms and legs around me and peppers my neck and jaw with kisses while I ride out the best orgasm of my life.
When my strength finally returns, I push my torso up and look down at Sienna. “I really love the cameras.”
She lets out a burst of laughter. “It does for you what the mirrors do for me.”
I press a kiss to her mouth, then pulling out, I get up and walk to the bathroom. “How was your day?”
“Good.” I hear her move as she climbs off the bed. “Mom, Bianca, and Yuki should be here at six.” She joins me in the bathroom and presses a kiss to the scar on my back. “How was your day?”
“Uneventful.”
When I leave the bathroom so she can do her thing, she asks, “If it was uneventful, why did your heartbeat pick up the last hour?”
“I interrogated and killed two Albanian soldiers,” I fess up.
Sienna comes to the walk-in closet, and as we get dressed, she asks, “Did you get the information you wanted?”
“No, but I found out the Albanian mafia has a new leader. Rosie’s looking into him.”
“Maybe the new guy will run things differently, and there doesn’t have to be a war.” She slips her feet into sandals, then comes to do the buttons on my shirt.
“It doesn’t matter who runs that organization, Dragomir and I want them dismantled.”
“At least it’s bringing the Romanians and Cosa Nostra closer together.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer and look deep into her eyes as I say, “I won’t be late.”
“Don’t rush home. I want you to enjoy your night with the boys.”
Leaning down, I give her a tender kiss that’s interrupted when there’s a buzz from the intercom system.
“That’s probably Mom, Bianca, and Yuki.”
“My clothes are all over the hallway,” I say, and when Sienna spins around and runs out of the bedroom, I let out a chuckle.
Following her downstairs, I gather my boots off the floor and walk to the living room. While I sit down and put them on, Sienna takes my clothes to the laundry room.
When I hear the elevator open, I stand up and walk to the hallway. Seeing my gun on the side table where we usually leave our keys, I grab it and shove it into the waistband of my pants while smiling at my in-laws. “I hear you’re doing some wedding planning tonight.”
Bianca’s arms are loaded with magazines and a notebook. “Yes, we have a lot to do. Thanks for letting us take over your place.”
“You’re always welcome,” I reply while I lean in to kiss my mother-in-law's cheeks. As Bianca heads toward the living room, I say, “There’s a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge for you.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” She glances past me, then asks, “How’s Sienna doing?”
“Much better. We have systems in place so Sienna can check on me at all times.” Lifting my hand, I rub it up and down her arm. “You don’t have to worry anymore, Mom. I’m taking good care of her.”
“Aww…” Her smile widens. “I love hearing that.”
“I had to wait seven years to call you Mom. I’m not letting another year pass.”
My mother-in-law wraps one of her arms around me and gives me a sideways hug. “You’re going to make me cry.”
When we pull apart, I go look for Sienna, and finding her in the kitchen, I give her a hug and a quick kiss. “Enjoy your night, princess.”
“You too.”
As I walk back to the elevator, she calls out, “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
During the drive to the Rizzos’ property, Nico wouldn’t stop smiling, so I slapped him upside the head.
While my men go hang out with the other guards, I walk to Adriano’s cottage. I hear the other men's voices rumbling as I come up the pathway, and when I enter through the front door, Augusto calls out, “Finally. I thought you decided to cancel on us and do some wedding planning with the women.”
“I might be a glutton for punishment, but there’s no way I’m subjecting myself to that,” I chuckle as I shake his hand.
I spend a few minutes greeting everyone before I help myself to a tumbler of whiskey and some of the finger foods Aunt Tori must’ve prepared. She has the golden touch in the kitchen, and we’re always in for a treat when Adriano hosts poker night.
“How’s married life treating you?” Uncle Dario asks.
I haven’t spoken with him in a while. “Very good. I’m loving it.”
“Rosie was bragging about a new app she developed for you.”
“Yes. She outdid herself,” I sing his daughter’s praises.
“And then she complained because you added more men to her protection detail.”
My expression turns serious. “She’s our most valuable asset, Uncle Dario. It’s not negotiable.”
“I’m not arguing. I told her I’d mention it to you, which I did. Now I can enjoy the night and kick all your asses with poker.”
“You can be honest with me.” I lean closer to him and lower my voice. “Do you cheat?”
He lets out a burst of laughter, and shaking his head, he saunters away from me. “Don’t worry. I won’t take too much of your money.”
“I might trust you with my life, Uncle Dario, but my money not so much.”
Uncle Angelo and my dad chuckle as they come closer, and Dad whispers, “Want to know how Dario keeps winning?”
“Yes.”