Our core views all align and it’s nice to be around rougher versions of Made Men. It’s also nice to see Bellarosa again and to see her so much happier than years ago when she worked for the famiglia.
Chapter Thirty-Two
ROSANA
“If he isn’t treating you right, I can have Drago end him,” Bellarosa says, her tone and expression completely serious as she lifts a bottle of water to her lips and takes a drink.
I blink, unsure if I’ve heard her correctly. Then my lips curve up into a smile. Apparently, even if you haven’t been raised together, your sister always has your back. Shaking my head, I laugh as I find Salvatore standing across the bar, beer in hand, talking to said Drago.
“He treats me right, he’s just having issues.”
He is having issues too, but I can’t blame him. He’s had some serious shit happen to him, the way that his sister was murdered. I can’t really be mad that he is messed up from that. Even if it hurts really bad when he makes decisions for me, that affects me.
Bellarosa laughs softly and I look over to her. “They all have issues, Rosana,” she says softly. “But they wouldn’t be the men that they are without them. So, sometimes we must just embrace the issues and try to ease their pains, the way that they do ours.”
She’s not wrong. We must embrace all of our issues, they are what makes us uniquely us. Nodding my head, I reach across the table and wrap my hand around hers, giving it a squeeze.
“I probably shouldn’t have come running to you, but I’m glad that you didn’t turn me away, even if I came foolishly.”
Bellarosa squeezes my hand back, her gaze finding mine, and she shakes her head once. “No matter what, I’m your sister, your big sister,” she says. “I will always be here for you. I know that we aren’t close, but whatever you need from me, you have it.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re going back with him?” she asks.
Dipping my chin, my eyes search for him again, and I notice he’s watching me. He grins across the room at me, then gives me a wink, and my entire body trembles with desire.
I want him—I love him.
He may have said the words first, but I felt them a long time ago. I didn’t want to admit it, which is probably why I felt like I was dying inside when he filed for divorce. Not only did him filing mean that he didn’t want me, but it meant that he didn’t feel the same way about me that I did about him.
I don’t care if it sounds immature, high school, or childish. I hated that the most, the fact that I thought he didn’t care about me at all.
“I am,” I breathe. “I love him.”
Bellarosa laughs. “The three of us girls are a fucking mess, you know that, right?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I look over to her with a grin. “I know, we really are.”
She nods, then she shakes her head once. “But we’ve found our place in life, I think,” she murmurs softly.
Watching her for a moment, I realize that she’s healthy and happy. My sister has been through hell, she’s gone through things that I couldn’t even imagine and she’s right here living a beautiful life in spite of it all.
“He’s going to take care of you, take care of your baby?” she asks.
“How did you—?” I ask.
Her lips curve up into a grin. “Pippa told me, but even if she didn’t, I can tell. Your face is round and your belly is a bit rounder than anything else on your body. It’s not his though, right?”
“It’s not,” I admit. “But he says we’re his. He wants this baby.”
“Good,” she says, nodding her head once. “As pissed off as I was when Pippa told me what was going on, I can tell that he adores you. I can also tell that he’s a bit lost, so I’m trying not to hold what he’s put you through against him.”
“Thank you,” I exhale.
She winks, and the rest of the evening we just talk. I spend the night getting to know my sister, truly getting to know her for the first time in my life. I was so young when she was taken, I don’t remember a time when she wasn’t just this name me and Pippa whispered in the dark.
As the night gets later, I notice women coming into the room with skimpy clothes and then those skimpy clothes start coming off. My eyes widen and I turn to Bellarosa. She’s grinning as she watches me, then laughs loudly.
“Welcome to the dark side of the world, little sister. Here it’s out in the open, instead of behind a closed door.”
Bellarosa isn’t wrong, everything in this place is completely out in the open. I feel like a weirdo watching everything that’s going on, but I can’t stop myself from staring. It’s mesmerizing how open these people are. They don’t care who sees, they don’t care who joins. It’s kind of amazing.
“Most of the women are the club’s whores,” Bellarosa announces.
Turning to look at her, my eyes feel like they’re bugging out of my head. I must look as completely shocked as I feel because she laughs.
“They don’t get paid in money. They have a place to live, protection, and food in their bellies. The exchange is, they have sex with the men when they want it. They’re able to leave at any time. Nobody is bound here,” she explains.
“It’s so much like the famiglia,” I point out.
Bellarosa nods her head with a hum. “It is very much like it. I think that’s one reason I fit here. It’s a rougher version of the famiglia, but it’s still very much just that.”
I continue to look around, but then a wall of a body stands in front of me, blocking my view. “It’s time for bed, bambola,” Salvatore growls.
“Doll,” Bellarosa murmurs. “I like that.”
Salvatore holds his hand out, palm up, and I slip my fingers into his. Gently, he helps me to my feet. I wave to Bellarosa and tell her good night as Salvatore begins to move through the crowd of people, smoke, and booze. He guides us toward a bedroom and then once we’re inside he closes and locks the door behind him.
Turning around, I look up at him and smile at the way his nostrils flare. After the sex in the pickup, I came in here and took a shower, changed into some clean clothes, but apparently, Salvatore is ready to make me dirty all over again.
SALVATORE
I don’t know why I am surprised that Rosana was intrigued by the clubhouse and all the sex that started happening around her. I could see the way that she was watching everyone intensely.
It was sexy as shit. Not that I want to share any part of her with anyone, but just the way she was taking everything in was hot.
“Did you like watching them?” I ask, taking a step toward her.
Her eyes widen and for every step I take forward, she takes one backward. I grin at her, feeling like a predator. She is my prey though, isn’t she?
“I… no?” she mutters, saying it more like a question than a statement.
Chuckling, I reach out and wrap my hand around her waist before I tug her closer to me. She lifts her hands, placing her palms against my chest as she tilts her head back to look up at me. Dipping my chin, I smile as I look into her pretty eyes, wondering what is going on in that head of hers.
“It was hot,” she admits on a whisper. “Seeing them free. Seeing the way they just took and nobody judged or cared.”
“Do you want to do that? In public that way?”
Rosana’s eyes widen and she shakes her head a couple of times. “No, no. It’s hot and all, but it’s not for me.”
Touching my lips to hers, I don’t deepen the kiss, but instead, I ask her another question. “Do you want to watch, then? We can do that, privately.”
She gasps, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue deep into her mouth. I taste her as she grips my shoulders, her nails digging into me. Reaching down, I wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs and pick her up. Carrying her over to the bed, I slowly set her down.
Rosana rips her lips from mine, her breathing coming out in pants as she watches me for a moment. She licks her lips, her eyes search
ing my own.
Sinking to my knees, I reach for the button of her pants and undo them, then tug them down her legs, throwing them behind me somewhere, along with her panties.
“Salvatore,” she gasps as I place my mouth against her center. I let out a grunt, my tongue flattening to taste her.
Rosana’s hands fly into my hair and she grips the strands, pulling my face even closer to her. I consume her. I taste her, swirling my tongue around her clit, flicking it, then sliding my tongue inside of her cunt.
Fuck.
Best taste I’ve ever had—my Rosana. Not just Rosana, but my Rosana. She lifts her hips, meeting my mouth over and over. She’s lost in the sensation of her body climbing toward its release, and I’m happy to give everything that I have to her for as long as she needs it—as long as she wants it.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I have no intention of stopping until she forces me to. My cock is hard as nails, my balls ache, and I want to be inside of her, but she deserves this more. I fucked up, really fucking fucked up and I don’t know how to make it right—except maybe more of this.
“Please,” she breathes.
I don’t think she knows what she’s saying please about, but I continue to taste her, to give her more of what she wants. She cries out, her thighs beginning to tremble as her hips move erratically, without any kind of rhyme or reason, and I know that she’s searching for her release.
Shifting my mouth to her clit, I suck it between my lips then concentrate my tongue there, flicking and applying pressure against that perfect nub.
Her fingers grip my hair tighter. She gasps, sitting up, and pulls me even closer to her. Looking up at her, I see the look of pure surprise on her face as she comes—hard.
My face is smashed against her cunt and I swear to God, if I die right now, I would die goddamn happy. She clamps her thighs against my ears and squeezes. I stay where I am, unable to move and not upset about that in the slightest.
I continue to lick her clit gently as she comes down from her release. Only when she releases my hair and her thighs have opened as her body relaxes do I shift from my place on my knees and stand to my feet.
Quickly, I strip out of my clothes, climbing between her thighs. “Rosana,” I call gently.
She looks up at me, a lazy smile playing on her lips. My own mouth curves up and I lean down, touching my lips to hers as I gently slip inside of her with one thrust. She lifts her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist as her eyes find mine.
“Tell me, bambola,” I demand as I pull out, then push back inside of her, slowly fucking my wife.
She licks her lips, her eyelids heavy as she looks up at me. She moans, arching her neck, but she doesn’t say what I want, she doesn’t say anything.
“Rosana,” I warn. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” she exhales.
I can see the look in her eyes, she’s confused, but deep down she knows what I want. “Tell me what I want to hear,” I say.
That’s when her lips curve up into a mischievous grin and she lifts her hips to meet mine, moaning when she does. She hums but doesn’t say anything, so I pull out of her. She cries out and reaches for me, but I’m not playing this shit.
Flipping her over, I wrap my fingers around her hips and yank them backward, thrusting inside of her from behind.
Gripping the back of her neck, I squeeze as I fuck her hard and fast. She cries out, but her hips shift backward, meeting my thrusts with her own, harder and faster with each stroke.
“Tell me,” I roar, my hips slamming against her ass over and over.
I’m on the edge, I’m about to blow my fucking load, but I want to hear it. I want to hear her say it before I come inside of her. I need it more than anything else right now. My back tingles as sweat gathers there, my balls draw up, and I grind my teeth together, gnashing them in an attempt to hold off my release.
“I love you,” she cries out as her cunt clamps down around me.
I come. I bury myself deep inside of her, feeling her pussy around me, pulsing as she whimpers with her release. I fill her with my cum, my dick twitching as it empties inside of her. Releasing Rosana’s neck, I fold over her back and attempt to catch my breath.
Shifting her hair off her neck, I touch my lips to her shoulder. “I love you, bambola. I’m sorry that being mine will no doubt ruin your life, but I fucking love you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
ROSANA
Lifting my hand, I wave to Bellarosa as the car pulls away from the clubhouse. Apparently, when Salvatore came, he flew. Then he rented a car and drove straight here in hopes of beating me, which wasn’t hard since I went across the country on a bus.
“What happens now?” I ask, turning to Salvatore once Bellarosa and her husband Drago are out of view.
Salvatore grunts, reaching across the car and wraps his fingers around my knee. He squeezes, then clears his throat. “Now, we go home and we live our life, bambola.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
He hums. “Yeah.”
“What happens, though? I started a new job, I have my apartment.”
Salvatore squeezes my leg again and I expect him to demand that I quit my job, to demand that I move back into his condo.
Though all of my stuff is still there since I never went to pick up my things and he never had them delivered to me. I considered them just a loss, but now that things are different, I’m not sure what he wants.
“You want to keep your job? You enjoy it?” he asks.
I don’t know how I feel about it, to be honest. I applied because I needed a job. Then it became the only place I could breathe without Valerius watching my every move. So, I looked forward to going. Now I’m not sure.
Licking my lips, I turn to him. He’s watching the road, his profile set as he stares straight ahead. Reaching out, I touch his cheek. The muscles jump at my touch and I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. He’s waiting for my answer, but I don’t know what to say.
So I tell him the truth.
“I don’t know if I like it, but it did become a safe place.”
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t respond right away. He clears his throat, then he speaks, but he doesn’t say what I thought he would. He hits a bit deeper, and my entire body flinches from his question.
“Why didn’t you wait for me to help you?”
Pinching my eyes closed, I tip my chin down, then reopen them to look at my fingers in my lap. They’re twisting with nervousness.
“I should just let it go, but it’s eating at me, Rosana. I need to know why you didn’t wait for me when I said I was coming back to help you? As much as I wanted to kill Valerius right then and there, I had proper channels I needed to go through first. But, I watched you walk away. I had eyes on you and him, and I watched you slip him the sleep aids and walk away. You were never alone.”
“You were watching me before that, too, weren’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything right away, then he clears his throat. “For a month. Then I decided I needed to get back to work and focus on my clients, on my job. I’d made a decision and watching you wasn’t helping. I hadn’t known Valerius had made his way into your life like that. He waited until I stopped watching. Until I forced myself to let you go.”
“Forced yourself to let me go,” I whisper, hating how that sounds.
The car jerks to the side as he slams on the brakes before touching a button and I hear the hazard lights blinking. Looking over to him, I know that I must look terrified.
“I told you why I filed, why I left. It had absolutely nothing to do with how I felt about you. It had everything to do with me being unable to protect you, both of you,” he snaps.
This conversation is pissing him off and I don’t blame him. It seems like we’ve been beating it to death, but I can’t stop, not until I fully understand everything that’s happened the last two months.
“I have my first
baby appointment tomorrow,” I share. He blinks, slowly, but doesn’t say anything at my outburst. “I didn’t want Valerius to be there,” I admit. “I only wanted you.”
Salvatore nods. Reaching out, he cups my cheek with his palm. “I will be there, bambola. I will be at everything from now on.”
“I wanted to die when you filed. And it’s not just because I was falling for you and the way that I felt about you, it was because I felt so rejected and alone. I am scared of being alone.”
Salvatore’s thumb slides across the apple of my cheek. “Never again, Rosana. You will never be alone again.”
Clearing my throat, my eyes lift to find his. “It wasn’t that. It’s not that. I discovered that I could do it though. Those few weeks where I was alone, I got a job, and I was fine. Then Valerius came barging through, and I realized that I wasn’t as strong as I thought I could be. I let him take over my life, I let him threaten me, and I allowed all of it. I was scared.”
“No,” Salvatore snaps.
My eyes widen and I stare at him, my lips parted. “He would have hurt you, hurt this baby. You were strong. I am the weak one, not you—never you.”
“We’re kind of a mess,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “We’re a perfect mess, Rosana.”
My lips slowly curve up into a small smile. “We really are. Everything is going to be okay now, isn’t it?” I ask.
He leans forward, and I feel his lips against mine. “If I didn’t show you that yesterday, last night, and again this morning I’m doing something wrong.”
My breath hitches from his words and he laughs as he slides his tongue inside of my mouth, swirling it around and tasting me. He nibbles on my bottom lip. Then he shifts in his seat, turns the hazard light button off, shifts the car into drive, and heads toward the airport again.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I whisper.
He doesn’t respond and I think that maybe he didn’t hear me until I shift my gaze to his and see that his lips are smiling—wide.
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