Becoming his Possession: A Zanetti Famiglia Novel

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by Faiman, Hayley


  Benny nods his head, his lips turning up into a grin. “I did. Told him you’d take some accounting classes and take care of all my books. He agreed with one stipulation.”

  Gulping, I wonder what that could be? Does he want me to hide, to pretend that I’m not in the position that he’s approved? I would do that, I’ve been doing that with Benicio. I hold my breath, waiting for an explanation.

  “Any contracts and all legal matters go through Salvatore.”

  I hold my breath waiting for the rest of the stipulations, but he doesn’t mention anything else. He tilts his head to the side, his grin growing into a huge smile. “Think that you can do that, baby?” he asks.

  “That’s all that you ask, that Gavino asks?”

  He nods his head once, slowly. “Well, that’s all that Gavino asks. Personally, I demand much more.”

  “Oh yeah?” I exhale.

  Benicio hums, squeezing my hips tightly. His head tilts and his mouth crashes against my own. He slides his hands down to the backs of my thighs.

  In one swift move, he picks me up and slams me against the wall. I let out a small grunt when my back is roughly pushed against the newly painted gray wall. My nails dig into his flesh harder, holding on for dear life.

  Ripping his mouth from mine, he trails his lips down the column of my neck, tasting my salty skin. Earlier he left me sweaty and sated in bed, I know without a doubt that I taste just like that salty sweat even after it’s dried.

  With my legs spread, I wrap them around his hips. Benicio groans and I can’t help but feel the slight bit victorious that I can make that noise come from him.

  Squeezing my thigh, he shifts his hand between us and growls at the feel of my wetness as soon as his fingers make contact with my center. My head falls back and I hear it thump against the wall before I can feel the slight twinge of pain.

  As soon as he slips his fingers inside of me and curls them, moving them in a way that he knows drives me crazy, the pain is all but forgotten. It doesn’t matter anymore, all that matters is the way that I feel, the delicious way that he makes me feel.

  “What do you demand?” I breathe as I reach between us and begin to unzip his pants.

  He chuckles, his breath fanning my neck as he continues to lick, suck and nip my skin. At the same time, his fingers continue to play me, causing my breath to hitch and my eyes to roll in the back of my head.

  He’s making it really fucking hard to concentrate enough to get his pants down and my hand wrapped around his dick.

  When my fingers finally make contact with his bare flesh, I squeeze. My lips turn up into a smirk at the sound of his hiss as his hips shift forward into my grip.

  “You, Nicola. I only demand you.”

  “You have me,” I breathe as I guide the tip of his dick toward my entrance.

  His hand slowly slips from my center, returning to the underside of my thigh, gripping me tightly as he sinks deep inside of me.

  He’s buried to the hilt, his body freezing as he breathes against the crook of my neck and I look at the ceiling wondering how my life ended up this damn perfect.

  “I want all of you, Nicci. I want your heart, your soul, your unwavering devotion. I want every fucking piece of you, until there is no Nicola left, there is only my Nicci. My passerotta.”

  God, I want that.

  I want to melt into him to the point that I can’t tell where I begin and he ends. I want it all. Everything with him. If I were honest, I’ve always wanted that. I’ve always wanted to be his, only his.

  “Yes,” I gasp when his hips roll and he hits me at the perfect angle. He chuckles, pulling out of me almost completely before he slams back inside. “You have all of me, Benny, you always have. I’m yours.”

  “Fuck,” he curses. “Fucking shit,” he grunts. “I love you so goddamn much, Nicci. Never thought…”

  His words trail off, but he doesn’t need to finish his thought. I already know what it is. He never imagined that he would feel anything other than hate for me after I betrayed him.

  He never imagined that he would do anything other than possibly hate-fuck me.

  Yet, here he is, falling in love with me, just as I’ve always loved him.

  Tilting my head to the side, my lips catch his. Slipping my tongue into his mouth, we taste one another while he fucks me against his office wall.

  My entire world spins upside down as I fall even deeper in love with this man who is doing everything possible to give me what I need in this world.

  Especially, since he doesn’t have to, he’s doing all of this because he wants to and that makes everything so much more special.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  BENICIO

  Nicola walks across the room, her hips swaying with each step that she takes. I’m waiting for a confirmation of arrival from Ermanno, but all I can do is watch Nicola as she moves around our house.

  Ours.

  It’s no longer her father’s home. All of the pieces of that man, the decor and furniture, it’s all been trashed or sold.

  Nothing of that man remains except for the tainted memory of the sick motherfucker. Not even his lover survived the renovation.

  I shouldn’t gloat about any part of that, but I am a gloating fucker because the old man is gone, and I got the girl.

  My phone dances against my desk and it makes just enough noise to pull me out of my thoughts. Reaching for my device, I slide my thumb across the screen.

  “Martinelli,” I greet.

  “We got a fuckin’ problem,” Gavino growls.

  My heart stops in my chest as I wait for him to continue. I know whatever it is, it’s fucking bad and the only thing I can imagine is that something’s happened to Luciana.

  “Eagle, the biological son of the head of the Columbian cartel, Angel Ramos, has been fuckin’ shot. The Savage Beasts are goddamn pissed now,” he announces. “They had to rush him from Columbia to Panama City.”

  “What happened with the takeover?” I demand.

  I think about the men that I sent and wonder if any of them are still breathing. They better fucking be. This whole operation was sketchy to begin with, now this.

  I’m not sure what we’re going to accomplish here, what we went to do other than start a fucking war that we aren’t really prepared for, especially my men.

  “House is burned to the ground. Two hostages were taken and about a dozen men killed, including one of the sons of Angel Ramos, the one who was supposed to take over the group.”

  “Who are the hostages?” I ask.

  There’s a brief pause before Gavino continues. “Valentina is one of them, the youngest daughter of Angel. The other is one of his head workers, not sure what he knows, but he’s not talking, yet.”

  “The daughter?”

  Gavino is silent for a moment, then he clears his throat. “Ermanno is bringing her back. The Beasts wanted her, but I think we need to find out why her father was so goddamn insistent on dealing with them and with us, aside from the fact that he was hiding from his own kid who was a member of the Beasts.”

  “There is more to the story, always fucking is,” I point out.

  “Exactly and since Eagle is down, we’re going to deal with the hostages for them and then send them a detailed account.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt. “That’s code for, I’m going to deal with them and send a detailed report,” I mumble.

  He chuckles. “Basically. You got this, Benny. Got faith in you.”

  “More than I have in myself, apparently.”

  Gavino ignores my self-doubt and quickly changes the subject to the wedding. He demands to know when it will take place so that he and Luciana can attend.

  “You know that you’re a boss, you need to make this an affair,” he reminds me.

  “A boss, but not really a boss,” I point out.

  “Basically,” he grunts.

  Lifting my gaze from my desktop, I search out Nicola. She’s curled in the corner of the sofa, her new
laptop resting on her legs as she studies.

  She’s serious about the accounting courses that both Gavino and I asked her to take and she’s already enrolled in a program online.

  It’s perfect for her, she can do the rest of the duties that I assign her and still study and learn from home, in my sight, and at my side.

  “What about the grounds, did they destroy them?” I ask, jerking my gaze away from Nicola and her distracting nature.

  Gavino clears his throat. “Yeah, it’s all gone and anyone who was left inside, they’re gone too.”

  “Good,” I mutter. “Wedding planning will be underway shortly.”

  “Hire a planner, makes shit a hell of a lot easier. Let them do it all.”

  Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of my neck and glance over to Nicola who has shifted her gaze from her computer screen to me.

  She’s watching me, and I wonder if she can hear me. Her lips turn up into a small smile. Fuck, I want her again. I had her this morning, but it’s never enough with her.

  Ending the call with Gavino, I promise to get as much information as I can from both Valentina and the employee of Angel Ramos when they arrive. Standing from my chair, I slowly stroll toward Nicola.

  “How is your class going?” I ask.

  She smiles, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she looks up at me. “You’re distracting,” she says softly.

  “Gavino wants the wedding planning to get underway. You got a handle on a planner?” I ask, keeping my voice low and even.

  She frowns, looking down at her lap before she brings her gaze back up to meet mine. “Do we have to do an actual wedding. Can’t we just elope?” she asks.

  Shaking my head, I wish that I could give her this. Hell, I would prefer it myself, but that’s not the way this works, and she knows it.

  If we were Arlo and his new bride, if we were anyone else other than a principessa and a boss, then we could.

  “Call a planner or I’ll have Gavino send the one he used over. You know that there is no other option, Nicci.”

  “I know,” she whispers.

  Bending slightly, I reach out and cup her cheek with my palm, my eyes focusing on her pretty light brown ones. “You’re going to make a beautiful mafia bride, a true fucking queen. I can’t wait to see you all in white.”

  “White is the last color I should be wearing,” she snorts.

  “But you will and you will look fucking gorgeous,” I insist.

  I watch as she licks her lips, then tries to shake her head, but my hand doesn’t move and holds her firm. “You have four months, passerotta.”

  “That’s not long enough,” she says.

  “It is. There’s no budget. Make it happen. I want to put my baby inside of you as soon as fucking possible.”

  “Why?”

  His lips twitch and I watch as they turn up into a smirk, a cocky as shit smirk. “Because, I meant it when I said you would be mine in every fucking way possible and my child growing inside of you means that you are undeniably tied to me for the rest of your goddamn days.”

  “So does a ring and vows,” she says, arching a brow.

  Touching my mouth to hers, I rasp against her lips. “Four months, Nicci. Make it happen.”

  Without another word, my hand falls from her face and I turn around, making my way back into my office to start setting things up for the arrival of my new guests.

  NICOLA

  Today is my first day working at the BDSM club. Thankfully, Benicio agreed to let me come down here, as long as I had a soldier at my side. Dante is a quiet giant and I’m glad that he doesn’t want to chat.

  The quiet ride to the club was what I needed. It’s in the middle of the day, the club is closed to the public, so I know that nobody will be here except maybe a few employees. I’m glad for that, so freaking grateful.

  Walking into the club, I pause as soon as I step into the main room. It looks different during the day, a little less sexy. There is a man behind the bar with a clipboard in his hand, and he appears to be taking inventory.

  Bypassing him, I slowly make my way into the back hallway where I know the office is located.

  The door is closed, but the sign that’s screwed into the middle, notes that it is indeed the office. Dante doesn’t speak as I stop in front of the space.

  Reaching for the knob, I slowly twist and push it open. The room is messy, papers and files litter the desk, but there’s something else about it, something ugly that settles into the space.

  Taking a step inside, I inhale and hope that the feeling fades, but it only grows stronger.

  “I’ll be right outside the door, ma’am,” Dante says. I almost laugh at his word, ma’am. I’m at least five years younger than him.

  Continuing inside, I push the feeling of dread down and head toward the chair that sits behind the desk. Once I’m standing in front of it, I turn it and slowly sink down.

  Pressing my lips together, I look around at the desk and wonder how on earth it has accumulated so much.

  “One thing at a time,” I whisper to myself.

  Clearing my throat, I call out to Dante to please remind me that in three hours I have a meeting with the wedding planner. He grunts his acknowledgment and then I get to work. I focus on the task at hand, organization.

  Later, I’ll work on other aspects of the club, like the hiring of college students for essentially prostitution.

  “Ma’am,” Dante calls out a moment later. Lifting my head from my work, I frown up at him. “It’s been three hours,” he informs me with a dip of his chin.

  Grabbing my phone, I blink at the time. He’s right. Shit. Stacking the papers that I had been going through into a pile, I stand from my chair and smooth down my skirt.

  Clearing my throat, I make my way toward Dante who is standing by the office door.

  “After my meeting, we need to come back here. I want to finish this today,” I state.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Heading toward the front door, I move quickly and he follows behind me. Stepping outside, I wince at the bright sun, and close my eyes for a moment to adjust to the natural bright light of the day.

  Something pinches my shoulder and I let out a yelp at the same time that I hear Dante’s deep voice and then everything goes black.

  DANTE

  Fuck.

  I blink my eyes, unsure of what the fuck is happening around me. It’s bright as shit and hot. The ground is fucking hard and my head aches like a son of a bitch.

  Struggling, I sit up, leaning against the building as I lift my hand to touch the back of my head. There’s a gigantic fucking lump and I frown, trying to remember what the fuck happened.

  It comes rushing back like a train barreling through my mind. Nicola Ricci, a woman approaching her. I yelled at her to stop and reached for my phone just as Nicola’s body slumped down. Then, something slammed against the back of my head.

  Digging into the inner pocket of my jacket, I take out my phone and search my contacts for the last person that I want to call, but the first one that I need to call.

  “Martinelli,” he barks into the phone, making me wince as the sound is so fucking sharp it causes my head to ache even more.

  Clearing my throat, I croak my next words. “Someone attacked me and took Nicola. They got me from behind.”

  “Fuck, where the fuck are you?” he demands.

  “The club.”

  “Stay where you are. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “I’m sorry, Boss,” I murmur.

  “Stay where you are,” he repeats before he ends the call.

  I fucked up.

  If I survive this, it will be a miracle.

  I don’t deserve to survive this. I let my boss down. I let Nicola down. I let the famiglia down.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  NICOLA

  I open my eyes and instantly, I feel sick to my stomach. Groaning, I slowly lift my head and attempt to look around at my
surroundings. I know without a doubt that I’m not at home. The dark room I’m in smells like old bacon grease.

  I attempt to lift my arms, but they’re too heavy and when they finally do move, it isn’t far because they’re tied behind my back.

  Leaning back, my head hits the wall behind me and I try to allow my eyes to adjust to take in the space around me. The room is almost completely bare.

  There is only an old dresser pushed against one wall with a television sitting on top of it that has to be at least fifteen years old.

  I hear the doorknob rattle and then it slowly opens to reveal a woman. She’s pretty, about ten years older than me, if I had to guess, and curvy. But her face, it’s hard and her eyes are full of hate that she aims in my direction.

  “So, you’re the little Ricci princess?” she spits.

  Jutting my chin out, I look down my nose at her and refuse to speak. I don’t know who she is, but I do know that she means nothing good. Her intentions are completely obvious and I’m not about to play nice with her.

  “All my husband could do was talk about you. How fucking wonderful you were. How he felt badly for you. Tell me, did he make you come so hard that you saw stars?”

  My shoulder jerks. I don’t know who her husband is, but that part of my life is something that I’m trying really hard to forget ever existed.

  I’ve been focusing on Benny, on our future. I want to keep the past right where it is, in the past.

  She leans down slightly, her eyes narrowing as she looks over my face or at least pretends do. I have no doubt that she’s memorized every single line of my face, especially since I don’t know how long I was unconscious.

  “You aren’t even a woman, are you? More like a girl. Disgusting,” she hisses. “Pio is filthy. I hope that your fiancé suffers at the thought of your demise. You and Pio can rot in Hell together as far as I’m concerned, you deserve one another, and Benicio Martinelli deserves to suffer for taking my husband from me.”

 

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