Chapter 13 #2
“Now, are you hungry, Davide?” She asks with a smile. My stomach answered before I could, betraying me. “Sit down, and I will bring you a plate. Oh, and on this, yes, I am serving my man.” She gives me a wink.
“Yeah, you better keep her,” Piero says with a mouth full of lamb meat.
“Shut up,” I throw back at him.
India brought our plates out last. She placed them on the table, then sat on the couch next to me. It did look delicious. She elbows me in my side, before she picks up her fork and pierces the baby carrots.
Picking up my fork, I spear the carrots before putting it in my mouth. This shit tasted so fucking good. I’m sure India did the same thing Matilda did, but there was something else.
She nudges my shoulder with hers. “I always hated how airline food was so bland. I got to where I would put seasonings in my purse whenever I flew. So, before we left, I went to the kitchen and grabbed some of the spices I knew would make whatever food we had more tasteful.”
“Thank you, angel,” I say with gratitude, as I slice into the lamb.
“You’re welcome, my Don.” She replies, smiling at me.
My fork falls on my plate. To hear her say, ‘my Don’ did something to me. “Say it again,” I tell her, taking the fork out her hand. “Say it again, angel!”
India stares at me with a curious look until she figures out what I’m asking. Then the games begin.
“What is it you want me to say, Davide?” She innocently asks, throwing her napkin to the side. “I don’t know what it is you’re asking of me.”
Gripping her hips, I lift her then sit her over my already straining erection. “You know what I want to hear, so stop playing games and let it flow from your beautiful lips.”
She giggles, placing her hands on my shoulders, then seductively licking her lips, before whispering, “My Don.”
I latch onto her lips like a mad man. India grips my shirt in her fists as our tongues battled for dominance.
I swat her ass then palm it, letting her know who was in charge.
Slowly, I stand with her legs wrapped around me and make my way to the bedroom.
I ignore Piero and the others as they make low catcalls cheering me on.
At this moment, their asses were nonexistent.
I was about to make my woman a member of the Mile High club.
Two nuts and an hour and a half later, India and I emerged for the room with a glow of pure satisfaction. I flipped Piero off when we retook our seats. He had a shit-eating grin on his face that made me smirk at his crazy ass.
“How much longer do we have?” India asks, leaning into my side.
“We should be getting ready to land soon.” Angelo states. “The cars ought to be there already.”
“Angel, we’re going to drop you off at my condo, so we can go scope out the warehouse,” I tell her.
She sits up. “Why can’t I go?”
“Because we need to do up-close surveillance to see what would be the best way to get in without being detected. Plus, we don’t know how many men your father actually has there. I can’t be worried about you if something kicks off. Understand?”
“Fine, but I’m going with you when you go back later, and before you say anything, it’s not up for discussion.” She says before laying against my side again.
There goes that bossing up shit again. I’m going to love punishing her for that sassy mouth of hers.
Shit, I might even pick an argument just to get what I want.
The pilot's voice comes through the speaker, letting us know to buckle up. Here comes the part I hated. Psyching myself up for the landing, I close my eyes, gripping the armrests. I take deep breaths, trying to ward off my anxiety. The feel of nails massaging the back of my scalp begins to calm me. My hands begin to relax as I lay my head on India’s shoulder as she continues to wash away the anxiety.
This was the first time I have remained that calm during the landing, and I had my angel to thank for that. Without even asking what was wrong with me, she knew just what to do to put me at ease.
Stepping off the stairs, we walked over to the awaiting cars.
India, Piero, and I got in the first one while Angelo and the men hopped in the second.
After the drivers placed our bags in the trunks, we headed to my condo in South Beach.
I fucking loved Miami. The beaches, the nightlife and the beauty of it all was amazing to me.
Before India, I would have said the beautiful women, but now none of them could hold a candle to my ebony angel.
We arrived at the condo just as the sun was starting to break through the clouds. The doorman came and opened our door after the driver put the car in park. Piero and the men got out first, scoping the area. He nodded, letting us know everything was clear.
“Do they usually do that?” India asks once we're out of the car.
“Every time.” I replied, taking her hand in mine. “Come on, let me show you our condo.”
She smirks as I lead her to the door. My men follow behind us with our bag and theirs. The condo had four bedrooms, and they usually stayed with me on our visits. I didn’t mind because their rooms were located on the other side of the condo away from the master bedroom.
Once inside the main lobby, we head straight to the elevator.
Victor pushes the up button, and seconds later, the doors open.
I guide India in, then type in my code that will take us straight up to my floor.
This is what I loved about this building, I could change the code whenever I wanted, and I usually had Angelo do it every few weeks.
As I said, I loved Miami, but like all major cities, there were thieves and hackers, which is why I was happy that Angelo was on my side.
He was one of the best hackers on the planet.
I squeeze India’s hand as I watch the numbers light up.
It stops when it gets to the number eleven, my floor.
The building was eleven stories high, and each level was a single condo.
When the door open, we stepped into a small foyer that holds two large wooden double doors that lead into the condo.
Using the keypad next to the doors, I once again type in the code.
With a beep, the doors open from the inside giving us entry.
“Welcome to our third home,” I tell India.
She scrunches her face. “Third?”
“Yes, third. The second is my house in New Orleans.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that one.” She giggles
I take our bags from Giuseppe. “Thanks,” I tell him. “Angel, I can give you a quick tour, or you can explore on your own, but we need to get going to the warehouse.”
“Just show me where the bedroom is, I’d like to freshen up some. Plus, I’d like to explore by myself. Who’s knows what I might find.”
“Ha, there is nothing to be found. I have a private cleaning company that comes in every two weeks to make sure everything stays nice and clean.” I respond, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yeah, clean away any evidence of you being naughty.” She snickers, hitting my arm.
“I’m only naughty with you now, angel. Now, follow me.” I declare, before walking down the hall to my master bedroom.