“I’ve got a whole shipment of shit like this that should be at the house,” he murmurs against the side of my hair.
Lifting my head, I look up at him in awe. “You do?” I breathe.
BENICIO
Nicola’s entire body is loose, pliant, sweaty and perfect. I didn’t just miss her a little. I realize now, that I missed her more than I thought humanly possible. I don’t know how Gavino is walking, talking and breathing without Luciana at his side.
“Yeah, I do.” I nod. “Now, spread your legs, lay back,” I softly order.
“Want me to take this off?” she asks, lifting her hand, slipping her finger through the ring of the collar around her neck and tugging gently.
My lips twitch into a small smile and I shake my head. “Not at all. It’s sexy as shit.” I grin.
I watch as she shifts to her ass, then lays down on her back, her legs spread wide and cocked at the knees. Her feet are pressing into the mattress and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of her pink, wet pussy staring back at me.
Wrapping my hand around my dick, I stroke myself a couple of times before I align myself with her center. Grabbing ahold of her hips, I tug her toward me, impaling her with my cock in one swift move.
“Yes,” she moans when I’m fully seated inside of her.
Dipping my chin, I watch as I pull completely out of her, then slide back inside.
My dick is coated with her wetness, her cunt stretches around me and nothing has ever been a prettier sight, except maybe my cock in her ass—that’s fucking gorgeous.
“So good,” she sighs.
Reaching down, I slide my finger in the circle at her neck and hook it. Tugging her up, I smirk as she lets out a gasp. Keeping one of my hands firmly gripping her hip, I hold her still as I growl.
“The fucking best,” I snap.
Her lips turn up into a small smile. “The fucking best,” she moans.
Holding her up with my finger, I fuck her hard, my eyes never leaving her own. I fuck her until we both come. There’s no other way to describe my release as anything other than goddamn explosive.
It’s been too long. I love her too fucking much. It’s too goddamn perfect—just like her.
Silently, she lifts her arms and wraps them around my back, pulling me against her. I’m too fucking weak to hold myself up, wrapping my arms around her I collapse and together we lie back down on the bed.
We’re wrapped in one another’s arms and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace than I do in this moment. I don’t know what the future holds for me, but as long as I have her at my side, I know that I can handle anything that’s thrown my way.
“Ready to go home, baby?” I ask, my face nuzzled against her neck.
She hums, squeezing her limbs around me, including her pussy and I can’t help but let out a grunt at the feel of her tight pussy.
Pushing off of her warmth, I remove myself and stand to my feet. Nicola doesn’t move, and I can’t help but just take all of her in for a moment.
The collar around her neck, it’s nothing like I’d imagined, it looks better. I wonder if she’d be opposed to wearing it more than just occasionally.
I could even attach some hooks to the headboard at home, dangle some chains from it, restrain her any fucking time that I feel like it.
“Benny?” she asks, her words coming out all breathy and sexy as shit.
“Let’s go home, Nicola.”
I watch as she licks her lips then sits straight up. My breath hitches when she lifts her hand and places her palm in the center of my chest. Her eyes are focused on mine, never wavering, never leaving as she takes me in.
“Did you like this?”
Lifting my hand, I reach for the metal circle at the center of her neck and hook my finger in it, tugging gently. “I fucking loved it.”
Her lips twitch up into a small smile. “Me too,” she breathes.
“You want more of this?” I ask.
“Maybe at home, not so much here.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her words and the way her nose is turned up and wrinkled when she says them.
Removing my hand from the hook at her throat, I reach around and unclasp the collar completely, then unfasten her wrist restraints, dumping them in the middle of the bed.
“Get dressed, Nicci. We don’t have to come back here. Now that I know you like this, I’m going to make some modifications at home,” I grin.
“Modifications?” she asks, still not moving from her seated position on the bed.
Leaning down slightly, I touch my mouth to hers, keeping my lips against her own. “You want to be chained up like this, with a collar and cuffs, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do, passerotta.”
Her entire body shivers and her lips turn up into a smile before she presses them against mine.
Without another word, I take a step back and go in search of my wrinkled suit. It doesn’t take us long to dress, my eyes hardly straying from Nicola as she slips her tight dress back on.
Once we’re dressed, I hold out my palm for her and she slips her hand in mine. Together we walk out of the casino.
Releasing my hold on her hand, I slide my arm around her shoulders and bring her closer to my side, tucking her in close and for the first time in a public setting, I claim my fiancée.
Chapter Twenty-Four
BENICIO
Three more weeks pass by with zero information on Luciana, the Columbians and the hit that is out on her.
Arlo was married to his mistress, Lenora. His wedding was Nicola and I’s first appearance at a famiglia event. To say that the tension surrounding me, her and us, is thick was an understatement.
Gavino is on fucking edge, he’s been without his wife for a total of five weeks.
Sitting in his office, I look across the desk from him and cringe as I have to deliver yet another report of nothing, absolutely nothing, but dead ends.
A phone dances on his desk and I watch as his brows snap together before he lifts up his palm to quiet me or keep me seated, I’m not sure.
I watch as he slides his thumb across the screen. “Dragon, what can I help you with?” he asks as his gaze lifts to mine.
Blinking, I’m surprised that he’s hearing from the man. Usually, they just transport drugs and guns back and forth, with little to no communication.
Staying distant is key, especially when it comes to the government and them trying to pin shit on us.
“Interesting. Oh yeah? Think it’s legit?” There is a pause and then he grunts. “I will send men. When do you need them there? Okay, I will gather them now. Stay in contact.”
Gavino ends the call. I watch him as he brings his hand to his chin and rubs his unshaven jaw. He’s still a fucking physical mess. His suit is wrinkled, he hasn’t shaved and the skin beneath his eyes is bruised purple, almost black from lack of sleep.
“Apparently, one of Dragon’s men has familial ties with the Columbians. His estranged father is now their leader, or was. He’s taken care of him, before he did that, he demanded that the hit on Luciana be canceled. He says he can’t verify one hundred percent that it was done, but he’s asked for men as backup,” he explains.
“Backup for what?” I ask.
Gavino’s lip twitches and for the first time in weeks I see something akin to a smile on his face. “He wants our help in taking down the rest of the cartel there. I told him that he had it. We can spare soldiers and maybe a couple of our Capos between the Zanetti and the Ricci famiglias.”
“This gets Luciana home and keeps her safe?” I ask.
He nods his head. “Don’t know if the hit was truly canceled, but when that cartel is destroyed, taken completely out, then I’ll bring my wife back home.”
“I don’t have a whole lot to spare right now, considering I had to take out well over half of my men, but I’ll figure out who I can spare and you will have them, Gavino,” I promise.
He grunts, jerking his chin. “They l
eave in two days. Let me know in a couple hours how many you can send. I’m going to start making travel arrangements.”
Standing, I make my way toward the front of my desk and extend my hand. He slips his palm into mine and I give him a firm handshake, my eyes focused on his. “Bring Luciana home, let’s burn that fucking place to the ground.”
“Damn fucking right.”
Turning away from him, I head out of the office and toward the exit of the building. Once I slide into the driver’s seat of my car, I find Ermanno’s number on my phone and press call. The sound of the phone ringing fills my car speakers as I drive toward my home, toward my Nicola.
“Boss,” he says clearing his throat.
“Need you to meet me at my house,” I state. It’s not a question, he doesn’t have an option. “Get Costa there, too. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Ending the call, I don’t wait for his response. I don’t need to. He’ll be there, with Costa, just as I demanded. First, I need to talk to Nicola.
She needs to know a bit of what’s going on. She’s been thriving in her new position. Any task that I give her, she finishes in record time and is ready to move on to the next.
If I could make her my Consigliere I would, she’s so fucking quick and smart.
Shifting my car into park, I open the door and quickly unfold before I straighten and jog toward the front door. I hear a noise in the kitchen and assume that it’s our very private and quiet chef.
“Nicola,” I call out.
“Kitchen,” she responds.
I’m surprised, and quickly make my way toward her, stopping just at the mouth of the room.
She’s in the kitchen, wearing a pair of skintight jeans, a low-cut top that looks like a second skin, with a pair of high heels on her feet.
I’ve tried to get her to dress down around the house, and this is her version. I don’t mind because it’s sexy as fuck.
My brows knit together as I watch her move around the kitchen. I have no fucking idea what she’s doing, but the whole place is a goddamn mess.
There’s flour and sugar everywhere, eggshells litter the countertop along with smeared butter and some kind of brown liquid.
“The fuck are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep in my laugh.
She turns around and I swear to fuck, I can’t hold back. I chuckle at the sight of her. She’s got flour on the tip of her nose, smeared on her cheek and even on her black top.
She blinks, her lips turning up into a small smile. Then, I watch in awe, as her face turns pink with embarrassment.
“I’m baking you a cake. Well, I’m trying,” she explains.
“Why?”
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes dancing as she looks into my own. “It’s your birthday, Benicio, did you forget?” I did forget. I fucking forgot my own birthday, but Nicola didn’t. “Thirty-six and looking fine as hell.”
Closing the distance between us, I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my body.
Without saying a single word, I slam my lips against hers. My tongue invades her mouth, tasting her sweetness, her fucking perfection.
Nipping her bottom lip, I rest my forehead against hers with my eyes closed as I just breathe. “Nicola, how did you remember? You’ve done so much, I just…”
She takes a step back from me, her hand lifting to cup my cheek. Only then do I open my eyes to look at her. She’s smiling, the flour still against the tip of her nose, only adding to the fucking adorableness that is her.
“I’ve known your birthday from the first time we were together. My father had a file on you and I memorized the date. Haven’t you wondered where the bottle of fancy Italian red wine that was delivered to you for the past two years came from?”
“Baby,” I rasp, lifting my hand to cup her cheek as well.
“I love you, Benny and I just wanted to do something special this year. I’m afraid that I’m not very good at baking though.”
Shaking my head, my lips can’t help but stay permanently planted into a smile. “It’s going to be fucking perfect because you made it. I’ve never had a homemade cake before, I’m excited to try it.”
“You haven’t?”
“Never.”
I watch as her chest puffs up a bit at the knowledge that she’s doing something for me that no other person on this earth has ever done. She nods her head once, then gives me a small almost secretive smile.
“Later you can have your real gift,” she whispers.
Taking a small step closer toward her, I dip my chin down to look into her eyes. “Yeah? What’s that?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
She trembles in my arms, I watch, I wait to see what she’s going to say. “Anything you want, Benny.”
“Anything?” I ask.
“Everything.”
I hum, touching my lips to her own. “I already have every fucking thing a man like me could ever want.”
“Yeah?” she exhales.
“Yeah, passerotta. Got the girl of my fucking dreams and I’m a boss, what more could I ever want in this world?”
NICOLA
Girl of his dreams. Who is this guy? I almost don’t recognize him as the man who walked back into my life just weeks ago.
He’s changed, softened, at least toward me. I love everything about the man that he is becoming, the partner.
Benicio’s lips touch mine before he straightens and looks down at me. It’s an adoring kind of look, and it’s absolutely heart-stopping.
“Got some shit going down. Want you in on this meet with Ermanno and Costa. Think you can take a break Betty Crocker?” he asks.
Blinking, I look at the oven, then back to him. The timer still says forty minutes left to bake the chocolate cake rounds. Reaching for my phone, I set that timer as well so that, in case we’re not finished talking, I’ll know when to check on them.
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Go and clean up your face a little, brush that flour off your clothes and meet me in my office,” he mumbles.
Looking down, I gasp at the sight of the flour that practically coats my black bodysuit. He chuckles as he walks away from me.
I turn toward the bathroom and let out a silent shriek at the sight of my face and shirt in the mirror. I’m a fucking mess.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to look presentable again. My heels click against the marble flooring as I make my way toward Benny’s office.
I can hear men’s voices behind the closed door, but I’m no longer regaled to the other side of closed office doors, at least not in this home.
I’m no longer forced to be the meek woman that I once was. Benicio has given me as much power as he possibly can and each day that grows as his trust in my business sense, my decisions, grow as well.
Turning the knob of the door, I push it open and walk inside. The chair in front of Benicio’s desk is empty, it’s been dubbed my chair and thankfully wasn’t one that anyone has been killed in, or at least I don’t think so.
Sitting down, I smooth my palms down my thighs and wait for this meeting to begin. Benicio looks from me to Ermanno who is sitting beside me, then to Costa who is sitting on the sofa that is pushed against the wall.
“How many soldiers can we spare for a few weeks?” he asks, jerking his chin toward Costa.
Costa clears his throat and I can hear his clothes rustle behind me. “Spare? None, why?”
Benny shakes his head. “I need some. Shit went down, officially.”
“What shit? Stop being evasive,” Ermanno grunts.
Benny’s gaze flicks to him, then back to me. “Shit like, we found out who has been in control of the Columbians and he’s dead. Before he died, he supposedly called the hit off on Luciana, but who knows if that shit is legit,” he explains. “So, we need to assemble a crew to get down there and take care of the rest of that cartel.”
“We?” I ask.
He smirks. “As many soldiers as I can spare and I plan on sending a Capo.”
His gaze shifts from me to Costa and he jerks his chin. “Fancy a trip down to Columbia?” he asks him.
“Always, Boss,” he says from behind me.
“I’ll have a man watch your house and your wife while you’re away. Should only be three weeks tops,” Benny says.
“Sounds good to me, Boss.”
“Since this is still a new crew, I want you to join them, Ermanno,” Benny announces.
My body jerks slightly as does Ermanno’s out of the corner of my eye. “Why?” he asks.
“Just told you. I’m not required to tell you shit either. The two of you get together and write out a list of soldiers that we can spare for three weeks. I need that within the hour,” he says in a very dismissive tone before dropping his chin and beginning to write something down on a piece of paper.
Neither of them says anything else as they stand and leave the office together. They close the door. “Lock that, passerotta, yeah?”
Standing to my own feet, I walk over to the door and flip the deadbolt closed, locking the outside world out of this office.
“Why did you send them both?” I ask hesitantly.
Benny lifts his head, his eyes immediately finding mine and he smirks. “I wasn’t planning on telling Ermanno to go at all. I was going to let this be a mission with only Costa,” he says.
Nodding my head, I stand on the opposite side of his desk, waiting for him to answer my question. “Costa agreed far too quickly. His hesitation was nil, as if he already knew what I was going to ask him.”
“I picked up on that. He seemed a little too eager,” I point out.
Benny licks his lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Smart girl.” He grins. “Ermanno will keep an eye on him and I’ll have a meeting with him alone before they leave. The men will keep an eye on his wife, just in case our intuitions are more than just that.”
“Do you think that it’s really going to be this easy? The hit is called off and as soon as we wipe out that cartel, that it will be the end of the troubles that have begun to snowball?” I ask.
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