Chapter Eleven #2
“I’m getting tired of this, Massimo. Let me ask you, how do you expect Vittoria to have access to this information?
She isn’t privy to anything we do. The first time our shipments were seized, she was still spending her down-time handcuffed to the bed.
I agree the timing is suspicious, but my wife has nothing to do with these attacks.
If you had half as much interest in finding the real enemy as you do in blaming her, we’d have them by now. ”
Massimo scowled, but did seem to take a mental step back and think about what I’d said.
“What about her guards?” I prompted. “Do we know where Theo is tonight?”
Massimo shot me another glare. “Yes, he was at the docks, and if he wanted you dead, he’d have put a bullet in you instead of taking three of them making sure you survived. I vetted that man. I trust him.”
“We got some new faces around the grounds. You trust all of them like you do Theo?”
“Of course not,” Massimo snapped. “Which is why they don’t have access to areas with sensitive information! In fact, the only men with that kind of access are yours, mine and —“
“Don’t even say it,” I warned.
“Look, Rom, we knew things would be shaky after your father died. We knew you expanding the shipping routes would encourage attacks, but these are very targeted and time specific. No one just gets lucky that many times in a row. There has to be an informant in our ranks, high in the ranks.”
He was right of course, but what to do…
“Let’s get them at their own game,” I decided.
“We’ll plant a dummy schedule that only the senior capos have access to.
When they attack, we’ll have narrowed down the options.
Put trackers on all their vehicles, but don’t let them know.
And I mean all of them, even what they drive here, is that clear? Let the asshole come to us.”
My consigliere nodded his head.
“And add Simon to that list,” I said. “He has more access than the average soldier and works alone. He could easily share information without getting noticed.”
“Consider it done. But, boss —“
“No. I don’t want to hear it. Stop chasing shadows and do your job, Massimo. When everything is done and we’re back in control, then you can get all maudlin and apologize, but right now, I need you on your A-game.” My tone softened and I gripped his shoulder. “Let it go, brother.”
I felt the shift, his resolve strengthened. He nodded once, silent, and left.
With things under control for the moment, it was time to clean up and eat. I headed for my suite, exhaustion dragging at my limbs until every step felt heavy.
Vittoria was waiting for me, wearing nothing but slinky white lingerie. She took one look and jumped to her feet. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“You hadn’t heard?”
“No, I spent the afternoon in the kitchen with your mother and nonna. I’ve been here ever since.”
Massimo’s words from a few days ago played in my head.
“Maybe we underestimated Calogerà. Maybe he’s using his daughter to bring down our empire and your wedding was nothing but a ruse.”
“Some trouble at the dock, nothing major. I am hungry for food and you.”
The comment hung between us.
“Why don’t you shower,” she suggested, looking troubled. “I’ll fetch us some food from the kitchen. Okay? I’ll be right back.”
She grabbed her robe and was gone. I undressed and stood under the hot water until the blood and stress swirled at my feet and disappeared down the drain.
I felt better, but my limbs were still heavy with fatigue.
I switched to cold water and let the cool spray hit my head and face.
Wake up Romeo, now isn’t the time to fall asleep.
I pictured Vittoria dressed in her sexy white lingerie, my cock hardened at the image.
Stepping out, I shook my head like a dog, my equilibrium coming back and dried off. Wrapping a thick towel around my hips I exited the bathroom, just as my wife entered the suite with a platter of food from the kitchen. Relief softened her features.
“Feeling better?” She busied herself placing the platter on the table and a bottle of wine from under her arm. She quickly poured and handed me a glass. “Sorry it’s not whiskey, but hopefully it will help.” I took a deep drink of the dark burgundy and sighed.
“Thank you, wife.” I placed my glass on the table and pulled Vittoria onto my lap. She scooped some antipasto onto a cracker and held it to my lips. I opened and allowed her to feed me. After a few bites I shook my head. “There’s only one thing I want right now, and it’s you.”
I stood with her in my arms and carried her to the bed.
Laying her at the foot, I kneeled down and spread her legs.
She was already swollen and slick for me.
I sucked her clit hard into my mouth. Vittoria shrieked, attempting to close her legs, but I had a firm grip.
Releasing her clit. “Stay still, I want to eat this perfect pussy.” She gasped but widened her legs.
I lathed at her entrance, taking my time, while she squirmed and writhed.
The events of today had left a bad taste in my mouth.
Knowing someone had outplayed me. Someone who worked for me wasn’t loyal and that made me burn with rage.
Rage I carried home with me. I scraped my five-o’clock shadow inside her soft thighs leaving red marks everywhere I rubbed.
Not until she’d come on my tongue, did I stand. “On your knees, tesoro.“ She scrambled to do my bidding and once she was on her knees. I pressed her chest into the bed. I grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squirted a generous amount, coating my cock and Vittoria’s entrance.
“Take what I give you, wife.” I pressed the head of my cock inside that tight little bud of hers.
Her body tensed at the invasion. I pinched her clit, and like a magic button, her muscles relaxed and I slid past the tight ring of muscle.
She gasped but didn’t move. “Good girl.” I ran my hands up and down her back until she was wagging her perfect ass, her way of asking for more.
I slapped her right cheek hard, the crack ringing out in the room. “Don’t be greedy.”
I brought my hand down several times on her backside until the skin flushed warm beneath my hand, that’s better, now she was ready for me.
I gripped her hips tightly and pulled back, slamming back in.
I fucked her hard, violently while she screamed my name over and over until she fell apart in my grip and I unloaded in her tight channel.
I collapsed beside her on the bed, catching my breath. She snuggled beside me, our breathing slowly falling into rhythm, and that’s how I woke up some time later, naked, with my wife curled around me, my head on her chest listening to the gentle beat of her heart.