Chapter 35
Camillo Vicari
Castello dell’Fiero, Calabria, Italy
I didn’t bother washing her off. While I was away from the villa, I wanted her scent with me. I intended to fuck her in every conceivable way when I returned, to make sure she was mine without exception, but for now, the taste of her pussy in my mouth was enough.
As I stepped out of the villa, I signaled to Martino. I wanted to get to Reggio Calabria on time. We needed to make sure everything went according to plan, and for that, certain adjustments were necessary.
Once in the back seat, I sank into my thoughts, which at that moment were focused on Daisy Parker.
I had to get her out of my system. To get her into my bed and fuck that pussy of hers until I got sick of her taste.
To tire myself out before the obsession grew and turned me into an imbecile incapable of putting my thoughts in order.
More than that, I had to get my fill of her before the time came.
Daisy's execution was still months away.
A couple of weeks of sex would be enough to dull the edge.
Except for Valentina, the other women in my life had been affairs that never lasted more than five months.
That was enough to make me sick of them.
For their voices to become too annoying and their scent too cloying.
I needed that to happen well in advance when it came to Daisy, because at that moment, I would sooner pull the trigger on my own head than on hers.
A few months of fun would be enough. Right?
Halfway down the hill when I spotted a familiar face among the vineyards.
“Stop the car, Martino,” I instructed, and the car stopped instantly.
I rolled down my window and motioned to the man, who approached apprehensively. He was very lucky to still be alive.
“Buongiorno, Don Vicari.”
“Buongiorno, Fabiano.” I greeted him back and extended my hand, which he hesitated to take. When he did, I squeezed it tightly, pressing my skin deliberately against his. “Yesterday's conversation was a little harsh, but I hope you understand how necessary it was.”
“Sì, Don Vicari.”
Pure mischief drew a broad smile from me. “Now, do me a favor and bring your hand to your nose, please.”
Fabiano stared at me with a confused expression. “What?”
“The hand you used to shake mine. Bring it to your nose.” Fabiano obeyed, and I shifted in my seat, satisfied. “What does it smell like, Fabiano?”
The man blinked. “Something strange... Sweet.”
“Right.” I confirmed, with a flicker of morbid pride.
“It's the smell of Daisy. Her pussy, to be more specific.” Fabiano immediately pulled his hand away from his face and recoiled, clearly horrified.
I bit my lower lip, enjoying the situation.
“The closest you'll ever be to her cunt is when you shake my hand. Never forget that.”
I signaled to Martino, who drove off. In the rearview mirror, I saw Fabiano standing there, dumbfounded, watching the vehicle drive away, and I smiled again. Daisy could be a temporary mistress, but I was not a man to share.
“Dio mio.” Martino's words snapped me out of my little personal celebration. I met his eyes in the rearview mirror, openly judging me. “Don Camillo...”
“A man has to set limits, Martino.”
“Right. Uh, if you don't mind, I’m gonna open the windows…”