CHAPTER XLVIII
I t was hard to believe that a month had passed since everything changed. Tabi and Tristan returned home, and even Mya returned to work.
Uncle Malik, on the other hand, had settled in with Dante. Even Liam decided to move back home with his father. He admitted it felt strange and lonely without me across the hall.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad started spending more time together, trying to reconnect. It had been undeniably sweet watching Dad, the big, bad mafia king, stumble over his words whenever he was near Mom. And as for Valarie, she would move wherever her sister went.
Shaking the thoughts aside, I returned to getting dressed when there was a soft knock at the door. It slowly opened, and Mom peeked in making her seem like a disembodied floating head.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, baby,” she replied, stepping inside and closing the guest room door behind her.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She looked amazing. It still felt surreal to see my mother alive and well. It was like my broken heart was slowly stitching itself back together.
Her eyes sparkled brighter than I remembered, and she just seemed lighter and happier.
She wore a red V-neck top that hugged her figure, a chic light leather jacket, dark jeans, and red heels that made her look effortlessly stylish.
I’d never seen her dress like this before.
Back in Canada, she was all about the comfy, casual look.
“Wow, you’re looking hot, Mom,” I teased.
She chuckled, a big smile spreading across her face. “Thank you."
“Does a certain Italian god have anything to do with it?” I winked at her, raising my eyebrows playfully.
“Oh, god.” She rolled her eyes. “Don't let your father hear you call him that.”
We both burst into laughter. It was refreshing after everything we had been through.
“Got any plans today?” she asked.
“Not really. You?” I replied, leaning back in the chair beside my violin.
“Well, your father and I are heading out for dinner, and we’d love for you to join us.”
“Yeah, I’d love that,” I said.
“Good.”
“Have you considered whether you’ll stay in Chicago or return to Canada?” I ventured.
“What about you?” she countered, her gaze steady. “Have you considered going back home?”
I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “Probably not.”
“Not even to see Kara again?” she prodded gently.
Her question hit me hard. I had thought about it countless times, but the thought of facing her—of seeing her reaction to me being alive—felt like standing on the edge of a cliff.
“It's not that… it’s just...”
“Chicago’s your home now,” she finished for me.
“Yeah,” I admitted, returning her smile. “It really grew on me. Malik, Liam, and Dante are all here, and I’ve made friends with Mya and Tabi.”
“And don’t forget Nico,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“It’s okay, you know,” she reassured me.
“For what?” I asked.
She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a secretive tone.
“To love a man where death follows you. To be cherished by the devil himself. Because at the end of the day, you will always be loved and treated like a queen. He is your king who will always protect you. Who will do anything to keep you safe. I think he’s already proved that. ”
“Does that make me dark and twisted?” I shot back, half-joking, half-serious.
“No, sweetheart. It makes you human.” She let out a soft sigh.
“You carry the blood of the mafia, yes, but that doesn't define you. Did I wish for this life for you? Absolutely not. But love is unpredictable, and we don’t choose who we fall for. I didn’t.
And he was the best thing that ever happened to me because he gave me you. ”
“Sounds like a tragic love story, Mom,” I remarked, shaking my head in amusement.
She chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it does. But what’s a story without love and sacrifices? After all, it’s the struggles and the heartache that truly make the journey worthwhile.”
She was right.
Nico had held my hand through the fires of hell, and had been willing to burn with me. Now, it was my turn to guide him out of the darkness into the light. To show him that even the most tormented souls were worthy of forgiveness and that they could find peace, just like Mom and Dad.
“You never answered my question, Mom,” I said, giving her a pointed look. “Are you going to live with Dad?”
“We were planning to talk to you about it tonight,” she replied. Her expression softened before breaking into a wide grin. “I’m going back with him.”
I squealed like a giddy child. I leaped into her arms, sending us both tumbling back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.
“You’re okay with it?” Mom asked, still smiling.
I propped myself up on my elbows, gazing at her. “Of course! He’s amazing, Mom. And he makes you happy. You deserve that more than anything.”
Her eyes glistened with tears. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, Mom,” I murmured back.
We held each other close, letting that precious moment of true happiness surround us, knowing that everything was finally falling into place.
With Demon walking by my side, I descended the stairs. Piano music floated through the air, drawing a smile to my lips.
I leaned against the music room’s doorframe, captivated by the sight of Nico lost in the music, playing an unfamiliar yet undeniably beautiful melody.
Nico glanced over his shoulder as if he could sense me. “Don’t just stand there, Angel,” he called out in that deep, sexy tone that sent a thrill through me.
I chuckled, stepping closer as Demon sat on the floor by the door, guarding his territory. It was then I spotted my violin leaning against the piano, waiting for me.
“Play with me,” he urged, his voice low and inviting. I picked up the violin, cradling it under my chin and waiting for him to finish his song. He took a sip of whiskey, the glass glinting in the soft light as he set it back atop the piano.
“What should we play?” I asked.
“Whatever your little heart desires,” he replied. I chose “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” a song that conveyed what he meant to me.
He often saw me as his light, but he didn’t realize that he was also my guiding star.
NICO
She wove the melody with such grace, her fingers caressing the violin strings. It was as if she were whispering a secret to my soul, a secret so beautiful it made my heart ache.
An unbreakable bond that tied our souls together. It was as if God had sent an angel to walk by my side, lighting my path with hope.
Unwilling to break the spell, I remained still, my fingers hovering over the piano keys. I observed her, captivated by her presence, as the music filled the room. Her eyes fluttered closed in concentration, her body swaying gently with the rhythm.
It was a fucking beautiful sight to watch.
As the final notes faded into silence, she lifted her head, revealing her stunning amber eyes. A gentle smile graced her lips as she set her violin aside.
I rose to my feet, intertwining my fingers with hers, and together, we made our way toward the “room.”
Standing before the door, her grip on my hand tightened slightly. I looked over my shoulder and flashed her a knowing smirk.
I slid the key into the lock. With a soft click, the door opened, and I ushered Gigi into the room. Her eyes immediately landed on the sex swing.
I smirked.
The only light came from the candles burning all over the room.
“Strip and get on the bed,” I commanded.
She settled onto the silk sheets, her body ready to be worshiped.
Gigi’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the buttons on her jeans, slowly revealing her delicate lacey panties. Her smooth olive skin, exposed inch by inch, glowed in the warm light. My angel was a vision of beauty with her flowing hair and luminous skin.
As the final garment fell away, I stepped purposefully toward the bed. I reached into the drawer and pulled out a blindfold, handcuffs, and ankle restraints. I secured the cuffs around her wrists, attaching them to the bedposts.
Then I moved down to her ankles, spread her legs, and fastened the restraints around her ankles, leaving her completely at my mercy.
I pressed tender kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She quivered, her breath catching in her throat. A satisfied grin spread across my face as I noticed her skin react, tiny bumps raising in my wake.
Pausing for a moment, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent from her pussy that was uniquely hers.
I hovered over her body and rested my hands on either side of her head. “Tonight is all about you, and I’m going to explore every inch of you,” I whispered.
“But first, I need to take away your sight so you can focus only my touch.”
With that, I placed the silk blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Gigi's breath quickened as she surrendered her body to me. Not that she had a choice.
I traced my fingers along her curves from her slender neck down to the swell of her hips. I moved away for a moment to grab the candlestick from the bedside table.
The bed dipped slightly as I settled beside her, and I tilted the candle just so, letting the warm wax drip down.
“Oh, my god,” she cried out as the first drops landed on her skin.
“You like that, baby?” I teased.
I painted her body with wax, creating intricate patterns on her breasts, down her stomach, and along her thighs. Gigi’s breath came in sharp intakes as her body arched.
“Relax,” I soothed her.
My lips traced the paths the wax had taken. Each kiss made her shudder as I moved from her shoulders to the valley between her breasts, my tongue teasing her sensitive skin.
Gigi moaned softly, straining against the restraints.
“Does it feel good when I touch you here?”
With light strokes, my fingers slowly circled her breasts, her nipples perking up in response. I teased her nipples, gently pinching and rolling them between my fingers, and she squirmed.
“What about here?” My tongue lavished each hard nipple, my mouth suckling and teasing, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.
With each touch, my passion intensified. I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her torso until I reached her pussy.
I parted her sensitive lips, feeling her warmth on my face. “So damn wet,” I muttered, my tongue tracing her entrance, teasingly at first.
“Oh, fuck me!” she cried out, her hips thrusting forward, trying to take more of me. I pushed my tongue deep inside, moaning softly as her juices coated my mouth.
I chuckled between breaths. “Soon.” My fingers joined the dance, spreading her open for my eager mouth.
My mouth worshipped her pussy. Her back arched, a silent plea for more. I obliged, my tongue flicking and circling her clit, sucking gently, then harder as her body demanded.
I devoured her, my hunger insatiable. Each lick and nip sent tremors through her body; I was bringing her closer to the edge. My dick was throbbing, begging for a release.
Unable to take it anymore, I positioned myself between her bound legs, my body pressing against hers.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Are you ready?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With one thrust, I plunged my dick inside her.
The room echoed with our moans and the sound of skin against skin.
“Fuck, angel,” I groaned against the crook of her neck. I tightened my grip on the headboard. With my other hand, I traced her curves, slowly moving down until I reached her most intimate spot. She shivered under my touch as my thumb began to tease her clit in slow circles.
“I love the way you look with my dick inside you.” My breath became ragged as I fought to maintain control, my body trembling. Gigi matched my intensity, her hips rolling against me, urging me on.
“Nico,” she cried out. “Harder. Faster.”
“My greedy dirty little angel,” I groaned.
My restraint shattered, and I surrendered to the raw, primal desire that consumed me.
“Yeah, that’s it,” she cried, her breath catching.
Her orgasm ripped through her, and my thrusts became wilder.
We were fucking like animals in heat. My lips met hers, our tongues playing tug of war.
I pulled out and slammed back into her, not once but three times.
My cry of release surrounded us as I spilled inside her, causing her to come with me.
Sweat covered our bodies, but I couldn’t stop kissing her. She was like a fucking drug, an addiction I didn’t want to kick.
Needing more, I broke the kiss, leaving a trail of kisses along her jawline.
“I fucking love this pussy,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
I sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck, my teeth grazing her flesh.
A soft whimper escaped her lips, and I knew she wanted more. I delivered a bite, just enough to make her bleed. My dick hardened again while still inside her.
“Fuck,” I muttered, as I thrust into her, tasting her blood on my lips.
“Oh, god, Nico!” she panted.
I gazed down at her and pushed harder, deeper. “I want to fill you with every drop of my come and fill you with my babies.”
Her lips curled into a seductive smile. “Me too.”
“Gigi,” I said her name like a prayer, thrusting deeper, making her cry out to the heavens.
I roared as I came deep inside her again.
Once the wave of ecstasy passed and we floated back down from the rush, I slowly pulled out of her. I carefully removed her blindfold, eager to look into her eyes, and slowly freed her body from the restraints. My heart raced as I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers.
“I'll be back,” I murmured against her lips. On shaky legs, I went to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. Upon returning, I knelt beside her and cleaned off the leftover wax, ensuring every bit was wiped away from her skin.
Once I was done, I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her naked body against mine. The world around us faded into a soft blur, and for a heartbeat, it was just the two of us.
Our souls were bound to one another.
One dark, one light.
A perfect balance.