Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
SERENITY
We took in the city upon arrival. I enjoyed walking and shopping among the other tourists.
Not sure why I thought Nico wouldn’t discuss business on our honeymoon.
I can’t complain. He hadn’t been on the phone until today.
The mention of talking to his men at home reminded me we were in a honeymoon bubble and the world didn’t stop moving because of us.
The war would happen the moment we returned to the States.
My jaw is on the floor as we walk into the villa.
“The pictures online of the hut villas don’t do them justice,” I say as I saunter deeper inside.
There’s a full-service chef’s kitchen, a living room, an oversized bedroom with an ensuite. While Nico takes his business calls this week, I’ll camp out in the bathroom and FaceTime Madden.
The standalone large white tub with the teal inside begs for me to climb in and take a bubble bath.
Later tonight, Nico and I will take one.
There are two other bathrooms for our staff and a second bedroom near the front entrance.
I stroll through the spacious villa and take in the view from every side.
“The view is breathtaking,” I say.
Nico slips his arms around my body from behind and rests his chin on my head. “It is.”
“I love that the doors disappear inside the walls. Let’s keep this one balcony door open tonight.”
“Of course,” he agrees.
“Being so exposed will take some getting used to,” I tell him.
His lips trail along my neck. “We don’t have the luxury of living out in the open like this.”
My hand reaches up and strokes his curly hair.
“No, we don’t,” I whisper.
“Nico, set up the game. I want to annihilate you.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Are you still on top of your game, Mrs. Pitucco?”
I laugh, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
He places a kiss on my lips and steps away. Instantly, I regret asking him to set up the game. I want his arms around me all the time now. I never felt so hungry for love and affection. I’m to blame. I’d starved us both.
“I’ll get the snacks and alcohol ready.” I turn on my heel and stalk into the kitchen.
Nico grins as he removes the game box from the black leather case.
This evening will be like old times.
Once I’ve gotten the bowls filled with chips and candies, I carry them into the living room and place them on the coffee table. I dip back into the kitchen to grab my vodka and cranberry juice with lime, and Nico’s whiskey neat. Sinking onto the sofa, I place his drink in his hand.
“Mortal Kombat time,” he says excitedly.
I take a swig of my drink and place it on the table.
Nico presses start, and we begin. We are focused.
An hour later the chef arrives Nico had arranged to cook for us tonight.
We chat with her momentarily. Bets and Angel sit at the marble countertop in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the chef.
Miff gave his poison tool kit to Bets while he’s away.
I’d been spoiled for five years. Really just eating my grandmother’s cooking.
And when I went into town, my bodyguards entered the kitchen and watched my meals being prepared.
Normally, I only grabbed pastries from local bakeries.
My grandmother was a chef in her own right.
Even though she never opened a restaurant.
She hadn’t followed her dream of becoming a chef because she was married to a mobster.
She said she didn’t want to worry about her staff possibly dying in an explosion meant for her.
It hurt my heart learning her truth. She always appears so happy.
I guess she learned to accept the hand she’d been dealt.
“Do you think you’re warmed up now?” He flashes a cocky smirk.
I glower at him. “Nico, I allowed you to win those three games.”
He chuckles. “Sure you did.”
Once dinner is complete, we sit at a white, square table on the patio overlooking the ocean.
The salty ocean breeze wafts up my nose.
I inhale the vodka pasta sauce covering the cheesy rigatoni noodles and grilled chicken.
I slip the fork filled with goodness into my mouth.
The flavors explode on my tongue. Nico smirks as he watches me savor the goodness.
“It’s delicious,” I say as I scoop up more of my pasta.
“It was my mission to hire one of the best Michelin-star chefs. I’m happy you love the meal.”
“Can’t believe you took time out of your busy schedule to make all this happen for an arranged marriage honeymoon.”
Nico and I had a love hate for each other before we walked down the aisle. I know originally he wanted to punish me.
“Serenity, you were never going anywhere. You’re mine. And I wanted my wife and I to have an enjoyable honeymoon.”
I shake my head. “Nico, I’m trying to say, it’s very thoughtful of you to put all this work in for us.”
He sits back in his chair and holds my gaze. “When all this is over, I plan to put a smile on your face every day.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach. Gosh, what is he doing to me?
“No wars. You’ll just work for Cichello Investments and Pitucco Enterprise. If that’s what you want to do. If you want to be at home with our children every day, that’s fine too. You deserve happiness, baby.”
Tears sting the backs of my eyes. I’d been in hiding for so long, even while living in plain sight.
My protection detail kept me safe. I don’t know what it’s like to travel the world or not worry about my enemies coming for me.
The danger surrounding me is because I protected my family by killing Ettore’s men.
“Thank you, Nico.”
He jumps out of his seat and settles in the chair catty-corner from me. His big, calloused hands grip my cheeks. “Don’t thank me, Serenity. I’m your husband. You can lean on me…for anything.”
“It’s not easy, Nico.”
“I know. But just watching you put your guard down these past few days has been a wonderful sight to see. This is all I wanted for my woman.”
I pucker my lips and Nico takes them in an intoxicating kiss.
Pulling back, I ask, “After dinner, can we take a bath?”
“Yes. After that we’re lying outside on the hammock.”
“I’d love that.”
He returns to his seat.
“Can we talk about how I won the last four games?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and laughs. “You played well,” he mutters.
I burst into laughter. “I dug into my memory bank. I remembered when I beat your ass the last time.”
He shovels pasta into his mouth and chuckles. “You act like I didn’t win any games this evening.”
“Baby, you did very well.”
My insides tense the second that word falls from my lips. Who am I?
He leans into the table. “When you ride my dick later, I want to hear you, call me baby again and again.”
I blush under his hungry gaze before picking up my wine and gulping it down. “Okay, Nico.”
A mischievous smirk lifts the corners of his lips. “We’ll have a video game rematch tomorrow.”
“You’re on.” I beam.
This is the most fun I’ve had in years. With my best friend.
After our soothing bubble bath, Nico stretches out on the flat hammock suspended above the crystal-clear ocean. The seventy-five-degree air is perfectly comfortable. I can easily stay out here all night.
My mind drifts back to last night. Once my husband was asleep, I hurried into the bathroom to call Madden.
He was in rare form—a full-blown crying fit.
Thankfully, I had one AirPod in because that boy was screaming at the top of his lungs.
I’m so grateful for my nanny; without her, my grandmother wouldn’t have been able to handle him.
He’s never been away from me this long, and it’s painfully clear.
“Just hold on; we’ll be together soon.”
If Nico had overheard me, he might have thought I was speaking to Kobi.
“I want you, Mommy,” he sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face. I was tempted to ask the pilot to divert the flight to Italy. But I took hold of the situation.
“Mommy needs you to be a big boy. I love you so much,” I whispered.
“I’ll call you again soon.”
His reddish cheeks made my stomach twist with pain. My son was my entire world. I couldn’t believe I had nearly given him up for adoption.
“Louve you, Mommy.”
“Lie down. We’ll fall asleep together,” I said, settling onto the heated floor.
Gripping his bear against his chest, his heavy eyelids drooped, long dark lashes resting gently against his skin. The phone slipped from his hand as he drifted off.
Kisha’s face came into view. “I’ll watch over him.”
“Thank you. Goodbye.” I ended the call.
Nico glances over my head again, pulling me back from my memory.
What is he looking for?
I’m wearing another skimpy bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination. The thong bikini showcases my plump ass. How many times did he plan to check our surroundings?
His hand remains plastered on my ass cheek.
“Nico, relax.”
“How can I? Yesterday you wore a swimsuit cover-up. Today your breasts are pouring out of the canary yellow bikini and your ass swallowed the thong.”
Nico lays on his back, peering into my eyes. My knee rests on his thigh, while my hand caresses his chest. I prop myself up on my elbow.
“I can go inside and put on shorts and a tank top.”
“No,” he growls. “I don’t want to kill one of my men for looking at what’s meant for my eyes only.”
I chuckle as I climb on top of him. My thighs are snug against his muscled hips. “Nico, I understand we need protection. And I also hope they don’t get an eyeful,” I say as I free my hair from the messy bun and slip my black elastic band onto my wrist.
His tongue slips over his sexy lips as his fingers glide through my wavy strands.
“Serenity,” he mutters.
I feel his length harden against my pussy. I’m dripping wet for him. I push up and take my time untying my bikini top.
“Serenity, what are you doing?”
I smile. “Enjoying my honeymoon.” I toss the bikini top onto the patio.
Next to go is the thong bikini. I untie each side, then toss it aside, too.
“Fuckkkkk,” he growls. “I will kill anyone who gets a glimpse of you.”
I yank his swim trunks down his legs and fling them aside.
I smile. “Nico, focus on us.”
His hands slide along my thick thighs. “Do you see how hard I am for you?”
“Yes. I love how hard you get for me.”
His greedy eyes roam over my thick frame.
“Take my dick, wife.”
I stroke his long, thick length and slip my thumb over the precum beading at the tip. Leaning over, I slide my tongue under his fat mushroom head.
“Serenity,” he roars.
The way I make Nico fall apart is so satisfying. I move back up and slam down his dick.
“Oh, fuck, Nico. You feel so good,” I moan.
My hands rest on his chest as I bounce up and down. I love the way he grips my ass as my breasts bounce freely under the night sky. I can’t believe I’m this free, fucking outside. The other people on vacation can see us from across the way. And I don’t care. I want to enjoy this freedom.
“I want to hear you say it, Mrs. Pitucco.” He grips my ass cheek harder, taking control and slamming deep inside my pussy walls, driving me to the edge. He works my clit with his free hand.
“Baby, if you keep fucking me like this, I’m going to come all over your dick,” I murmur as I glide my fingers over my nipples.
He circles beneath me, then pistons inside me faster.
“Oh, yes, baby. Fuck me just like that,” I scream at the top of my lungs.
Now, I know everyone around us, including our bodyguards, can hear me.
“I miss fucking this pussy. This pussy belongs to me,” he growls.
“Baby, I’m coming,” I roar as my body convulses. The pleasurable multiple orgasms hit me hard, making me boneless. I fall against his muscled chest. Nico grips my hips as his cock jerks inside me, filling me with his cum.
“So good, Serenity.” He kisses my forehead as our chests rise and fall.
“Your dick has always been my weakness,” I breathe.
“And you have always been my obsession.”
My tongue glides across his hairy chest. “Take me to bed and fuck me again.”
“More dick for the wife. Coming right up.”
I snort out a laugh as I fall to his side.
He chuckles as he climbs off the hammock. Nico reaches for my hand and pulls me up into his lap. My husband lifts my body like I weigh nothing.
Cradling me in his arms, he carries me inside the villa.
Nico looks so happy and peaceful. I caress his bearded jaw. It brings joy to my heart knowing I make him happy. The high school football jock turned powerful mafia boss. Who knew our twisted mafia vows would become sacred, special, and hopefully unbreakable.