Adriano & Cam

by Soraya Naomi

  Plopping down onto the couch, I switch on the TV and wait for night to come.

  ***

  I’m hanging over my instructor’s shoulder while locking an arm around his throat from behind. He lurches forward, and suddenly, I’m being rolled and flattened on my back on the mat.

  “Never lean on your attacker’s back, Cam!”

  Sweat trickles down my neck while I catch my breath, and he soars up, moving to Fallon.

  “Fallon, very nice. That’s it for tonight. See you all tomorrow,” he dismisses the five of us girls who are in the class.

  Fallon and I stay in the gym area before she leaves with her guard to go back to her penthouse.

  “How did you sleep last night?” I ask.

  “I slept fine. The initial shock of being confronted with my husband’s line of work in my own home wore off quickly. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married him. I just hope he’ll be safe and comes home alive every night. Luca’s good at keeping the Syndicate business away from me, so I’m sure this was just a one-time incident. What did they tell you? They let you in on business; I heard from Luca.”

  “You know I can’t tell you if Luca hasn’t,” I reply. “I’m glad you aren’t letting this affect you two.”

  “I follow orders and wait until the guards stand down. So what happened with Adriano?”

  He warned me not to confide in her, but I’m bursting, and she’s my closest friend now. “If I tell you, you can’t tell Luca.”

  “Fine, but then you also can’t tell Adriano you told me and I kept it a secret,” she retorts.

  “Okay. And you also can’t promise me but then do tell Luca and make him swear to keep quiet – he will tell Adriano.”

  She hesitates before she answers, “Okay, I won’t.”

  “Fallon! You were planning to do that?!” I accuse around a smile. She’s so loyal to Luca, but she realizes the two men chat about everything.

  “What?! I’m being honest now,” she defends, looking contrite. “I won’t say a word.”

  “Fine...We had sex, and it was even better than my memory,” I confess with a moan.

  “Nice! And now?”

  “Now nothing. Apparently, James has designated me off limits.”

  “Really? Doesn’t he know about you and Adriano from before?”

  “Yes, he just doesn’t believe his Capo would defy orders.”

  “Did he make the first move?”

  I make a deriding sound. “After I made the first five moves over the last two weeks.”

  She laughs quietly and stuffs her towel into her bag. “I have to go home, but I want to hear more. Call me later.”

  “Okay. Don’t tell—”

  “I won’t tell Luca. But you keep your mouth shut too.” She swings her bag over her shoulder. “Call me.”

  She and the guard step over the threshold where my protector, David, is standing. “I’m having a quick shower.” And I charge to the locker room.

  Wade’s already there, seemingly on edge as he paces back and forth.

  “What’s wrong?” I blurt. “I don’t have much time. My guard’s waiting.”

  He halts and demands, “Camilla, who are you to James?”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “Do you know who the men you surround yourself with are?”

  “I don’t understand your question. I was under the impression you were going to accept or decline my assignment?”

  “I decline, and you should let it go too. Listen, Fat Sal’s an extremely dangerous man. What kind of business could you possibly have with him?” When I stay quiet, he sighs. “I saw James, Adriano, and Luca this morning.”

  My composure is completely disrupted. “Where? Why?”

  “They’re also interested in Fat Sal. And they’re the Chicago Syndicate.”

  I’m not sure if I hide my surprise. “They’re also looking to hire you?”

  He ignores my question. “Why are you on a mission alone? I think”—he inches closer—“you’re part of the Syndicate too. If you lie to me now, I’ll never help you. And I haven’t blown your cover.”

  Relief washes over me, shadowed by curiosity. “You haven’t told them you met with me last night?”

  “No.”

  “I used to work at Club 7, and I escaped.”

  Now it’s his turn to be shocked. “Do you want revenge?”

  “Yes,” I answer honestly. I wasn’t going to get revenge alone, but with the Syndicate, and now, at least I have confirmation they’re on it.

  “Cam, listen to me. I’m not going to provide you information on Fat Sal and risk that you’ll go on a vigilante mission alone. I’d strongly advise you to trust James and Adriano. They’re cold-blooded men, but they protect their women with all their power.”

  “I know that. What did you discuss with them?”

  “They want to utilize my services too. What are the odds? Luck is against you.”

  “I thought you were one of the good cops, and that’s why you left a corrupted precinct? Why are you working with the Syndicate?” He’s not revealing the entire story either; I’m learning to read people, and his eye is twitching in displeasure – he’s visibly upset that he wasn’t aware of all the facts of this situation.

  “There are no good cops and bad cops in this world, Cam. I’ve been a cop long enough to learn that,” he snaps. “We don’t speak of our meetings. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. If I keep quiet, so will you.” I’ve learned that unwritten rule in the mafia. “And now?”

  “I’ll never tell anyone about this, but the second I find out you’re doing something on your own, I’ll inform James or Adriano.”

  He knows I’m James’s daughter.

  “Fine. You haven’t been very helpful,” I mumble dejectedly.

  “Trust me,” he states. “I’ve been more than helpful.”

  CHAPTER 30

  Adriano

  The next day, we set everything in motion. The driveway of the Syndicate headquarters has never been this packed with cars. Most of the soldiers have been rallied up.

  Inside, in the living room to the right of the foyer, James, Luca, Salvatore, Henry, and around fifteen members have gathered.

  I’m the last of us to arrive, so James begins, “As you all know, we’ve called you here to participate in a new operation. We’re going into Fat Sal’s Club 7 to rescue Capo John and one of Fat Sal’s guards, Santino, who’s also being held captive there. We have City Hall’s floor plans of the area; however, we don’t know if there have been any secret corridors added that lead to an undisclosed exit.”

  Luca adds, “We need you to start preparing for it because we’ll hit Club 7 on Saturday. Equipment and gear are needed: guns, silencers, and bullet proof vests. Check our arsenal at the warehouse for our gun supply. Henry and Adriano are working on the details of how to get access to their security system.”

  Capo Alessandro addresses James, “Are you taking over Club 7?”

  “No,” James answers, because he hasn’t figured out what to do with the place.

  “Do we have permission to kill all of his men? And what about casualties? There’s a lot of staff in the above-ground club area. Are we attacking both?” he asks me.

  “You eradicate that entire place,” I answer, fed by my rage that Fat Sal’s targeting us in our personal lives.

  “There will be many casualties – everyone against us dies,” Luca finishes. “We have six days to prepare. Adriano will let you know your positions in the teams.”

  I explain it further, “You’re going to be divided into teams of five; details to follow tomorrow. Be extra alert this week. Any soldier of Fat Sal’s you spot, you kill, but not in daylight. And you dispose of the body yourself. He already tried to bait us by having snipers at Security Simplicity. No telephone conversations about this operation. Are we clear?”

  “Si,” the men agree.

  “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” I turn to Luca, who’s
buttoning his suit jacket. “Are you leaving?”

  “Yes, I promised my wife I’d come home immediately.”

  I was hoping to inform Luca about Cam and me. Perhaps it’s better for me not to involve him until I have a sensible, definite plan, but we need to discuss the state of affairs at Security Simplicity.

  “I need to talk to you,” I say.

  “Tomorrow, in the morning. Come to my penthouse.” And he remarks sarcastically before parting, “I’m sure you’re just dreading to go home?”

  I don’t have to tell him I slept with Cam; he realizes that. But he’ll never believe that I’m about to desert the Syndicate to run away with her.

  The men disband, and James comes up to me when I’m about to go to my car.

  “Adriano, Camilla called me.”

  My blood turns to ice, and I snatch my phone out of my pocket to see if she’s contacted me; she hasn’t. “Is she okay?”

  “Yes, she’s fine. She had a request, of course. I couldn’t deny her or else she won’t cooperate and check the floor plan – she’s the only one who can tell us if there are more corridors.”

  “What was her request?” I ask with false, deadly calm.

  “She wants to be part of the team that goes into Club 7.”

  I knew it!

  And she knew that I would never agree, so she goes to her father. The reason why we can’t be together in this Syndicate is already occurring.

  “I’m going to give her a personal trainer. She’ll need shooting lessons too.”

  “You’re letting her come?”

  “No, I’m just placating her. Keeping her busy,” he discloses. “Has she told you anything more about Santino?”

  “She hasn’t mentioned him.”

  “Evidently, he’s still a priority to her.” Displeasure is directed at me. “She’s very difficult to read nowadays. I think she’s hanging out with you guys too much.” He departs with a joke that has a dark undertone.

  I’m guessing he’s starting not to trust us.

  I have my work cut out for me. I need to bend Cam to my will. And I know just how. Instead of letting anger take over, I’ll simply seduce her. If I challenge her, she’ll be more tenacious to push her own senseless idea.

  ***

  Containers of Italian take-out are scattered over my bar, and someone, wearing only panties and a short white top that barely covers any skin, is lounging on my sofa with her legs draped over the back of it.

  Seriously, hottest image ever. I smirk as I slam the door closed, and Cam turns her head away from the TV.

  “Hey there!” Her foot slides up her leg.

  Little Miss Conniving has planned this all out; she’s going to seduce me into forgiving her, or at least into being sympathetic for what she requested of James.

  “I’m glad you’re comfortable.” Throwing my keys onto the oak table, I sit down and prop my feet up.

  The way she’s positioned, I’m looking directly at her ass and panties, and my pants start to feel constricted. I rake a finger up her thigh and take her legs, situating them over my lap. “So you talked to James?”

  A tentative smile pulls at her lips. “I did it for us. And I was planning to tell you.”

  Taking my pack of cigs from my pocket, I hurl them onto the table. “Please, do elaborate.”

  “James is allowing me into your organization, Adriano. If he does that, then why wouldn’t he agree with our being together? I’m already in the life.”

  “It’s not about that,” I grumble.

  “So it’s purely because it’s unprecedented to disobey orders?”

  “Unprecedented? No, it’s forbidden!”

  “Fine! But it’s also because I want more training, and if I asked to go to the raid, he wouldn’t find it odd for me to continue working out and taking my self-defense class. Whatever happens, Adriano, it can’t hurt for me to develop physical strength.”

  That’s true. And I wasn’t even mad at her request. I always knew she’d do this kind of thing – she’s persistent and has a mind of her own, and it secretly turns me the fuck on. But her safety is my first priority, always.

  “What did you ask James, exactly?”

  “Nothing was actually discussed. I requested to go to Club 7. He didn’t blatantly say no.”

  “I’m okay with you training and taking shooting lessons. But I have to know – are you sure you want to be with me even—”

  “I’m positive,” she answers straightaway. “You can’t scare me away. Do you even realize how long I’ve wanted you?” Her knee rises, her delicate foot sliding across my thighs, lingering just enough to tease me.

  She bewitches me with one simple move. “Yes, Cam, I realize that,” I comment distractedly while focusing on her pussy.

  Her foot searches for the hardening bulge in my pants. “What do you want?”

  “I want my cock up your ass.” I yank her knee over my lap, pulling her astride me, so she’s forced to sit up.

  When I grip her behind, tucking my fingers inside the edges of her underwear, she gasps, and I take the opportunity to taste her mouth. She clasps my shoulders while thrashing on my lap.

  “Can you make me come first?”

  My dick just grew an inch with her request. “With pleasure, Cam.” And I rip her panties off in one tear.

  My palm roams up her spine as she sublimely bows her back, and I plunge my tongue into her mouth as I let her lean back toward the ground. She clutches my neck and throws her head back, so I kiss up her throat as I raise her back up again.

  I march upstairs, without breaching our kiss, and throw her onto the middle of my bed. She fumbles with my buttons as I remove her top, and I already have her naked.

  After stripping my clothes while she watches me through half lidded eyes, I grab her ankles and hold them apart, licking my lips while gawking at her glistening pussy. Then I release them and dive in, roughly sliding her to me with my arms around her hips while I consume her like I promised earlier. She moans and smothers me, pushing and circling against my face.

  I can feel her opening up and glide my tongue inside. I see her tweaking her nipples and biting her lip. I’m throbbing to have her, so I nibble my way up her stomach, sucking her nipples and rubbing my cock up and down against her.

  “Lock your legs around me, Cam,” I order and capture her mouth when she obeys.

  My palms rest next to her head, and I witness a look of admiration and disbelief that I’ve never seen before, heating a new responsiveness within me. Her vanilla perfume extinguishes any frustration.

  Wanting to dispel her disbelief, I sift my fingers into the hair behind her ears, making sure she’s looking straight at me. “I’m not going anywhere, Cam. I’m not running away from you anymore. I’m running toward you. Catch me.”

  She mouths, “I love you,” as her lids fall closed, and I drive inside her.

  Her warmth grips my cock, and I groan when her small hands land on my ass, forcing me in while she meets my thrusts. And for a man who never enjoys a missionary fuck, I sure as hell missed it with her.

  I overpower Cam’s moans with a kiss while I push her into the mattress. “God, you feel so good wrapped around me.”

  The heels of her feet dig into my back, and I slide in deep, biting her nipple. I feel her pussy clamping down around me.

  “Oh, Adriano...”

  When she climaxes, I pull out and wedge her thighs apart, sucking her pussy into my mouth, savoring her essence.

  “Ahh! Fuck!” she screams, and her entire body trembles while she clutches my hair in both hands.

  Flattening my tongue, I lick my way up her stomach when she goes slack, and she grins lazily.

  “What do you do to me?” she utters.

  No, what do you do to me?

  I let Cam taste herself on my lips, and she fists my dick that’s still rock-hard.

  “I’m addicted to licking you,” I whisper against her mouth.

  “I’m not complaining.” She give
s a little squeeze.

  I reach for my pants hanging off the edge of the bed, getting out a small bottle of KY. “I came prepared. No excuses.”

  Her brows rise, and an apparent need to please me flits across her face when she nods sweetly. Rolling her over onto her stomach, I get off the bed and drag her to the edge of the mattress, upper body resting on the sheets as her knees drop onto the floor. I knead her ass and spread her apart, licking up once. She lies with her cheek on the bed, beholding me.

  I uncap the bottle and let a drizzle of lubricant trail down her ass. And I lock eyes with Cam when I rub her taut hole with one finger. “Relax, sweetheart.”

  She obeys, and I gently push my finger past the tightness. Cam groans, and her face creases with a worried frown.

  I cover her body with mine and press my lips against her temple. “Open up. Relax,” I soothe and feel her unclenching. “Good girl.”

  My finger is replaced with the head of my cock. I have to push hard to get past her entrance, and she buries her nose into the comforter while I lose myself inside her.

  “You’re incredibly tight, Cam.”

  I move slowly while kissing her neck. And after a few thrusts, she lifts her head and a moan escapes. Since we’ve done this in the past, she starts to loosen quickly.

  “Better?” I want to know.

  “Hmmm.”

  And I take that as my cue to really fuck her ass like I’ve visualized for so long. I fist her hair and tug her head back to twist our tongues.

  An unusual awareness of belonging and possession defeats any other emotion. “You’re mine forever now.” I nip her ear while taking her ass without restraint.

  “Yes,” she groans, and my balls tighten.

  “Cam, fuck!”

  I pound into her and let go, pouring so much lust into this alluring woman that’s obsessed my mind from the day we met. With a few hard plunges, I find my sharp release. Our ragged breathing slows down in the silence of the room, and I slip out gradually.

  “Let’s go shower. I’ll kiss your ass better.”

  She laughs with eyes closed.

  “Was I too rough?”

  “No. I like it when you’re rough with me.”