“Fedarro and Collin were at some meeting downtown over a security project, and the guy they do business with has this one woman that works for them and is totally into Fedarro and Collin.”
Gisella swallowed hard and felt sick to her stomach with jealousy.
“Anyway, supposedly she made a move, and both men told her to take a hike.”
“How the hell do you know about this?”
“If I gave away my sources of information, then what good would I be at delivering good news? Now don’t go overthinking this, but from my understanding those men can get any woman they want. They chose you, Gisella, and under their security, with them around you at all times, you’re safest. I don’t think they’ve ever even provided security for a woman before either.”
“I’ll keep that information to myself for now.”
“Yes, hold onto it. So can we meet or what?”
“Sure thing. How is Thursday?”
“At Louie’s?” Adelina asked.
“Of course. Thanks.”
“Oh, how many will be with you?” Adelina asked. Gisella thought about it, and Adelina chuckled.
“You stinker,” Gisella said to her.
“You were actually thinking about it. That is wild. Well, I’ll see you Thursday. Later.”
“Later.”
Hours later, she finished up at her desk at work and turned off the light. She had gotten several texts from Fedarro and Collin wondering when she would be getting to the penthouse. She had packed a bag earlier as instructed, and it was at their place. She wondered how this was going to work. Would they want her at their place every night? What about her apartment? Surely they could handle the security, although Collin was already hinting about the traffic and how the guards had their own sleeping quarters in the building at their penthouse. She couldn’t get angry with them. She missed them so much, and obviously, they missed her, too.
She got up and headed to the door, texting Lenox that she was ready to go. She smiled that he wasn’t right there looming over her, watching her work. She guessed her conversation with Fedarro and Collin about the intensity level of her security and its need to be lessened was taken to heart. They were giving her the space she needed despite the Brad situation earlier that Lenox had told them about. Her ass tingled slightly. Would they be punishing her with one of their spankings for letting Brad get so close and for asking Lenox to give them space, which gave Brad the opportunity to touch her? She shivered but not with fear, with anticipation. Those ass spanking could make a woman be naughty on purpose.
She smiled at Lenox as the elevator door opened.
“All set?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she replied. He raised one of his eyebrows up at her, and she giggled. “More than ready. I’m exhausted.”
They headed down in the elevator.
“You work very hard, Gisella. You should be proud of your success. It’s well earned.”
“Thank you, Lenox. I’ve put every ounce of time and energy into this profession.” She closed her eyes and felt like she teetered a moment. His hand on her hip steadied her.
“Perhaps skipping lunch shouldn’t be a routine,” he warned.
She swallowed hard. “The price of closing three huge deals in one afternoon,” she said as the elevator doors opened.
The ride to the men’s penthouse nearly put her to sleep. Her stomach was rumbling, and she could hear Lenox texting from across the seat.
She opened her eyes.
“I have a lunch date with my friend Adelina tomorrow. It’s at Louie’s. Could you just drop me off, and then I’ll call when I’m done?” she asked.
“I doubt that will work,” Lenox said to her.
“But Adelina has Sunny and Vinny around, plus their security. I would be very safe there, and it isn’t like I’m in danger.”
“They’re not the Fiorre family. Fedarro and Collin will make the decision.”
“Okay.” She couldn’t believe how spent she felt. When the SUV was parked in the underground garage, she needed a moment to get the energy to get out. The door opened, and she was shocked to see Collin there with Cobra. Both looked concerned.
“Collin?” she asked as she slid along the seat with her bags.
Cobra took them from her, but Collin pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
“You didn’t eat lunch today?” he scolded.
She looked at Lenox, who narrowed his eyes at her. It seemed their guards were watching over her in Fedarro’s and Collin’s absence.
“It was a long day, Collin. Too much to get done.”
“Not too much to not take ten minutes for some food. You look tired.”
“Wonderful. Thanks for the compliment. I missed you, too, handsome,” she said to him, and he kissed her forehead and gave her ass a slap. She gasped.
“Move it,” he scolded but kept an arm around her waist as they all headed into the hallway before the elevator.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and kept her cheek against his chest. She closed her eyes and inhaled his cologne, the feel of his strong arms holding her, and the atmosphere around her of protection and care. She could get used to this, she supposed, and still hold onto her independence. Maybe.
* * * *
Fedarro was concerned. They’d gotten word earlier about some sort of situation between the Picattas and the Puentez gang. There had been a drive-by shooting an hour ago, and two of Picattas’ men were killed. His concern for Gisella’s safety went up a notch. She was forbidden to go anywhere near those wannabes.
On top of his concern and anger was the fact that Gisella’s client Brad had hit on her this morning, that she hadn’t eaten lunch and had seemed faint when Lenox accompanied her home, and she was exhausted. Collin headed down to meet them as Fedarro paced the entryway. He was feeling protective of her, and not seeing her all day and knowing how hard she worked and how she didn’t take care of herself really upset him. She needed taking care of. She was so set on being independent and handling everything on her own that it aggravated him. He wasn’t used to standing by and letting someone do their own thing when it interfered in what he wanted. And what was that? Her by his side. Gisella accessible and ready at all times for him to touch her, kiss her, claim her, hell, make love to her.
When the doors opened and he saw her holding onto Collin, he couldn’t say a word. It was like the sight of her immediately eased his concerns, lessened his anger, and then she made it even worse by releasing Collin and hurrying into Fedarro’s arms to hug him tight.
The woman was the weakness he had known one day would just appear. He’d never imagined that weakness to be a woman and one as perfect, beautiful, and sexy as Gisella Maninni.
* * * *
Gisella was shaking, worried about Fedarro’s reaction to her. She kissed his neck and then ran her hands over his ass.
“Don’t be angry with me. I was caught up in business all day. Three closing deals, huge ones, and it was chaos, one error after the next, and none of it was my fault. And Brad, he isn’t a problem or concern. My dealings with him will be done this week, so don’t worry. I know you’re upset and—”
He cupped her cheeks, and she stopped talking.
“Stop rambling, woman. I missed you.” He covered her mouth and kissed her tenderly. He took his time, exploring her mouth, plunging his tongue in deeply, and then he slid his hand up under her skirt to her ass, feeling her thong panties and then getting angry that she wore them to work without him or Collin nearby to protect her. What if a man tried to touch her, feel her up? Fuck.
He gripped her hair, and she gasped.
“I know you need to eat something, but right now, I need to eat something first. You.” He lifted her up into his arms and carried her out of the room and to their bedroom. He set her feet down and stripped her naked, and tossed off his clothes while Collin got rid of his. He pressed her down to the bed, spread her thighs, and latched onto her cunt.
“Fedarro!” she cried ou
t and ran her fingers through his hair. He loved the feel of them, the taste and scent of her cream, and he delved his tongue in deeply as his cock throbbed.
“Collin.”
“I got it,” Collin said.
Fedarro eased over her, aligned his cock with her pussy, and plunged right in. She gripped his shoulders and held on tight, and he looked down at her face. Her expression of need reflected what he felt. In and out he thrust faster and faster and then rolled to his back, taking her with him. He eased a hand under her hair as her long dark-brown locks fell forward, making her look like some seductress. She rocked her hips, her breasts bounced and swayed, and then she lowered, spread her thighs, and gasped.
“Collin.”
The sound of her breath catching in her throat and her pussy constricting tighter informed him that Collin was balls deep in her ass.
“Ours. Fuck I missed you,” Collin exclaimed, gripping her shoulder and rocking into her.
That was it. They both fucked her hard, fast, and deep, and then—as their minds seemed to ease knowing that she was safe, that they were inside of her, and that she was here with them now—they slowed and made love to her. They kissed her together, rocked into her body together, and she reached back and held onto Collin while she kept a hand on Fedarro’s shoulder and stared down into his eyes. Her full lips were parted, her chest blotchy, her nipples hard, and she came.
“Ours forever. Forever ours,” he said.
Collin thrust three more times and came. Then Fedarro gripped her hips, thrust up four times, and released his seed into her womb. He cupped her breast and she lowered down to kiss him, then lifted up and turned slightly to kiss Collin while Fedarro palmed her ribs to her breast and tugged. He was falling in love with Gisella. Holy fucking shit. He loved her.
Chapter 10
The last week had been amazing. She enjoyed lunch with Adelina, who teased her a bit about her new security. They all attended shows at Club Magique and the Red Slipper. On Sunday, Collin and Fedarro let her cook for them in the penthouse and then got a little jealous when she invited the whole security team to enjoy a traditional Italian Sunday dinner of chicken parm, meatballs, sauce, and rigatoni pasta.
That not only earned her a spanking—which she didn’t think she deserved at all, but it seemed Collin really liked smacking her ass as he fucked it—but it also earned her a smile from Fedarro. Their guards adored her and told her so, and that made her get less angry when they invaded her space or appeared everywhere she went. They did give her a little more freedom here and there, but not much, and she was okay with that.
The last few weeks had been wonderful, and she was discussing easing her hours at the agency and concentrating more on her own side business. That discussion turned into a bit of an argument as Fedarro tried to tell her she didn’t need to work. She got upset. She had worked hard for all she had, and she was only twenty-five. What did he expect her to do? Sit around and go shopping, be at his beck and call, and be some sort of debutante? That wasn’t her. She enjoyed working and even suggested she could help him and Collin out with the new club since she knew a lot about decorating and promotions.
Fedarro and Collin seemed all for her spending more time with them and less time out of their sight. She was afraid to tell them, but she was pretty sure she was falling in love with them. Hell, she loved them, and it scared her, but it made her feel alive and perfect inside.
When she got to her office, she met with Keller and Andrew. Thank goodness Lenox remained outside in the SUV this time.
“Congratulations on sealing the deal with Brad.”
“Thank you, but I’m not celebrating until the contracts are signed and the closing is complete. God knows that Brad can be fickle.”
“Fickle is an understatement. Believe me.” Keller said.
They chuckled.
“Well, if you’re up to it, Miranda Charles just called asking about you. She would like to see Colonial Place this afternoon,” Andrew told her.
“Miranda Charles? Is that supposed to ring a bell?” she asked.
“Well, we thought you might know her. She’s pretty wealthy. She runs in the same circles as your friends the Fiorre brothers. In fact I do believe they dated her,” Keller said to Gisella.
The immediate lump that formed in her throat was hard to disguise. Her eyes felt like they teared up, and she was caught off guard completely by this information. Surely she had to realize that Fedarro and Collin dated other women, hell, screwed other women. God only knew how many.
“I take it you didn’t know this. Maybe you need to think things through before getting involved with them deeper. It isn’t too late.” Andrew eyed her body.
She ignored their tactics at getting under her skin. Obviously they were still pissed off about her branching out and the notice she’d given them about cutting down her hours in preparation of leaving the agency completely.
“Why would she ask for me, when she could have the two of you? I don’t think I’m interested in showing her the place.”
They heard the knock on the door, and Andrew’s secretary, Gia, was there. “Excuse me, but a Miss Charles is here. She said she has a scheduled viewing with Gisella.”
Gisella widened her eyes and looked at Andrew and Keller. “Seriously? Why? For what reason?”
“We thought you would jump at the opportunity to make a nice real estate fee. Don’t worry. One of us can accompany you if need be.”
She walked out of the office, glanced at the long mirror as she passed, and felt she looked pretty damn good today. She was feeling sexy. She missed Fedarro and Collin. Then she caught sight of the brunette in front of her, and suddenly, she was mad at them. The woman was dressed from head to toe in Prada. She was thin, very tan like she spent a lot of time in the sun, and older, maybe late thirties. There was an instant air of arrogance about her, the kind of woman who kept her nose in the air and liked to look down upon people. The way she looked over Gisella as if unimpressed stung. Usually Gisella handled situations like this accordingly, but for some reason she felt cheap, not good enough, or perhaps like the current flavor of the month. There went that damn roller coaster of emotions again.
She planted on her cool, calm, confident smile and reached out her hand. “Miss Charles, is it? Gisella Maninni.” She shook the woman’s hand.
“Lovely,” she replied.
Then Andrew and Keller joined in, kissing the woman’s ass. If they thought she would do the same, they were seriously mistaken. Once the introductions and greetings were complete, Miranda waved her hand, and a man approached from a few feet behind her. He was dressed like a limo driver—black cap in his hand, black pants, white dress shirt, and black suit jacket. The woman had her own driver. She was wealthy. She had to be if the amount of huge diamonds around her neck, her fingers, and her wrists was additional indicators.
Gisella felt sick to her stomach. She hated rich, snobby people. She could handle Ms. Charles, but adding in the knowledge that this woman had been with her men made handling it difficult. Suddenly she was pissed off at Collin and Fedarro, too.
“We can take my limo, and then I can drop you back off when we’re finished.”
“Or I could follow in my own vehicle.”
“Well, I would prefer we take the time to talk about the penthouse and all it has to offer. I have lots of questions.”
“She would be happy to go along in your car, Miranda,” Andrew said.
Gisella gave him a dirty look. “Just give me a moment to grab my things.” She headed into her office. Looking at her phone, she saw she’d missed texts from Fedarro and Collin. She texted Lenox and explained the situation. He texted back that they would follow the client’s car.
She could just imagine what this woman was after and what she was going to pull on Gisella. Why was she involved with this crap? Why hadn’t she thought about bumping into or possibly doing business with women her boyfriends had fucked? Her cheeks reddened, and she had to take a few breaths to
calm herself before she exited the office.
They traveled in Miranda’s car, a luxury limo. The woman had to be super-wealthy.
“So I understand that we have something in common,” Miranda said as they traveled along the busy city streets and Gisella showed her some paperwork on the penthouse they were going to see.
“What would that be?” Gisella asked.
“Fedarro and Collin. God, those two are quite the pair.” She licked her lips as she looked away as if daydreaming about Gisella’s lovers.
“I’ve only recently met them. How do you know them?” Gisella asked matter-of-factly, trying to pretend like she wasn’t in love with them and that they hadn’t been together for several weeks now. Jesus, this was upsetting.
Miranda smiled. “I was very close with them. They’re quite the pair together,” she said, hinting that she was intimate with them and they shared her.
Damn it, Gisella was seething, but she didn’t show it. “I suppose women probably throw themselves at them all the time. I wouldn’t know. I represented them for a private real estate deal, and it was a great opportunity for all around. So, what interests you most about the penthouse we are going to see? Are you dead set on this one, or can you afford a higher price range if there’s more another penthouse has to offer?” She made the jab.
“I can afford several penthouses if I chose to. I’m actually here for another reason.”
Gisella exhaled and leaned back. “I had a feeling. So, what is it?”
“You can’t trust the Fiorre brothers. They’ll use you for what they need or desire, but eventually they’re going to toss you aside. There’s a long line of women like you and me—beautiful, self-sufficient, wealthy, professional—but eventually they tire out, and then what are you left with? Every man will know you let two men screw you and share you. Anyone decent won’t respect you one bit.”
“Are you sure you’re not saying this because you want them and are jealous?” Gisella asked.
“It’s not what you think, Gisella. There’s something else we have in common.”
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