by Soraya Naomi
“Okay...”
I glance at her, and I think she’s starting to get that we can be together out in the open, because through her puzzled expression, she’s gradually beginning to relax, so I rest my palm on her thigh.
Since I have other plans for Cam when we get home, I explain it all to her now, “The morning after James took you away from me, James, Luca, and I deliberated the possibility of my taking over the Syndicate. But James was extremely pissed to hear about us, Cam.”
“And now that you’re boss, it’s suddenly okay? I don’t get it.”
“You’ll understand it better the longer you’re in our organization. The hierarchy is like our religion. James had a rule, and the highest boss can never be undermined or else you’ll have a weak reputation, and reputation is most important in the mafia. Look, I’m not jumping at the opportunity to become Capo crimine. But I was suddenly offered a chance for us, and I took it. It was my only option for keeping you and my family safe. It won’t be easy; a lot will change again.”
What Cam doesn’t understand is that it isn’t a covetous position once you’ve seen up close and personal what the job entails. It’s constant politics and mind games with other mafia. It’s a damn rough job, but for Cam, I’ll do it.
I continue, “After Luca and I talked to James, he saw that this was his way to step down – something he was planning to do last year. But then Luca decided not to become Capo crimine when he met Fallon. We agreed not to tell the soldiers until tonight, and I honestly thought it was best not to put more on your plate. Since I’m not opposed to taking over Club 7 and making it a thriving business again – Luca and I need a new venture to launder our money anyway – our entire plan simplified, which made it easy to convince James. Salvatore and Wade can legalize all the papers, and I’ll be the official owner of Club 7 by Monday.”
Her head whips to me. “Wade?”
“Yes, he has powerful connections and has proven to be a good ally tonight.” To dispel that last hint of stiffness between us, I add, “While I want to shoot him in the balls for ever touching you, I must admit, he’s an okay guy.”
And mission accomplished; she sends me that smile I love to see as I’m pulling into the parking garage.
What I don’t tell Cam is that I wasn’t originally planning on killing Damian, especially not in front of her. I was only going to use him as an example, since I still had so much rage toward him. But I was incensed because I’d lost her in the corridors, and then Santino was being a bit too possessive of her. So the second Damian claimed that she came on to him, I decided that I didn’t want him near us anymore.
I shift the car into park and catch her eyes. “I did this all for you.”
She doesn’t waver under my gaze, and then she says in her husky voice, “I know,” before we head up to my loft in silence.
***
As soon as I toss my keys onto the table in my apartment, I lead Cam upstairs to the master suite.
I comb back the strands of hair that are plastered to her temples as we stand in the middle of the room by my bed.
I can tell she’s battling her shifting emotions, trying to cope, so I’ll take her mind off things the only way I know how. I refuse to let her break down when she’s been irrepressible so far.
We can talk more tomorrow. Tonight, she needs me, and I definitely need her. I’m a selfish man at heart. And she owns mine, like I own hers. I can make her forget and think only of me.
“Cam, I need you. I want to hear you say the words. Are you going to be by my side? Unconditionally? Indisputably, forever? I have many men below me now, but I want you beside me.” I cradle her head in my hands. “I love you, Cam. I love all that you are and all that you’ll be.”
Her pupils dilate, but suddenly, she frowns when she sees the rips in my shirt. She pulls the hem up, making me wince from the dried blood that’s sticking to the fabric on my side.
“Oh my god, you are hurt!” she accuses. “You said you weren’t.”
“No, I said I wasn’t shot. I was grazed by a bullet. But it’s just a superficial cut; it’s fine. Focus, Cam.”
She carefully considers her answer. “I love you too, and I promise to stay by your side.” I’m rewarded with a playful smirk tainted with some incredulity.
Her words breathe life into my murderer’s soul. I seal them with a hard kiss as she unfastens my pants, and then I kick off my shoes. My body is aching for Cam.
The adrenaline rush from tonight is also unbridled within her at the same moment, and we move across the room while wildly attempting to undress one another. I’m walking her backwards, yanking her zipper down as she loses her shoes while our teeth clash and I frantically flick my tongue over hers.
Cam bangs against the nightstand, and the lamp knocks to the floor with a loud crash. I pull back and bend down to shimmy the fabric of her suit and her panties down her hips. Rising again while she flings off my shirt, I graze my fingers over her pussy to find her soaking wet.
Cam jerks my boxer briefs down, and then I pick her up by her legs, which she locks around my middle as I stride to the bathroom while kneading her ass and capturing her mouth.
We slam into the glass panel, then through the door, but my intention to reach the shower is negated by an uncontrollable longing to bury myself inside her now, so I practically throw her onto the floor beside the tub.
As I’m kneeling down, she sits up quickly and pushes me onto my back with strength.
“Any way you want me, baby.” I wink and lie back when she smiles lasciviously with half-lidded eyes.
“God, I need you too,” she whispers as she sits astride me and glides onto my cock.
Again, her words soothe the anarchy of this night. The cut on my side hurts like a motherfucker, but the pain’s alleviated by watching Cam accepting all I give her. I cover her breasts with my palms and thrust up, filling her entirely in one motion and making her moan. I fuck her unrelentingly as she bounces on my cock, and I never lose my grip on her breasts as I worship her body.
“Fuck!” I’m almost coming but hold back, determined to mark her.
My fingers stroke down her sides, and I clutch her curvaceous hips and push up hard, causing her to fall forward. She bites her lip and places both hands beside my head on the floor.
“Suck my cock while I lick your pussy, sweetheart,” I order against her lips.
And she eagerly obeys, turning and planting her sweet ass right on my face as she hungrily takes my dick into her hot, wet mouth and massages my balls in her hands, making me growl in carnal desire. I lock my lips between her legs and hook my arms around her hips. She writhes above me while I lick and lap at her: her taste now so familiar and addictive.
She licks the pre-cum from the tip of my cock, and I groan when her teeth scrape down. I suck her clit as I slide a finger inside in search of her g-spot. Her moans grow louder, and her thighs begin to shudder, so I circle her with my tongue and pump my finger until she arches her back, then I remove my finger and replace it with my tongue. She throws her head back in ecstasy and shouts out an intense orgasm while smothering my face with her pussy and scraping her nails up my stomach.
Desperate for my own release, I guide her up, and she shrieks when I toss her over the edge of the tub. With her knees on the floor and her ass in the air, both of her hands fly to the opposite edge of the tub so she can hold herself steady. She turns her head and gazes at me with adoration, making my cock twitch, then I bend down behind her. I lick her from pussy to ass once and slip my finger past the rim, using her own juices to prepare her for me. Then I spank the swell of her ass hard, making her groan. And I spank her again, twice, until her skin turns red.
“That’s for leaving my side tonight.” And then one more time.
“Stop it,” she pleads around a moan.
“No, you’re never leaving my side again.”
“Just fuck me!”
I smirk and swat her one last time. She doesn’t speak now, but I detec
t the corner of her lip curving up. I fist my cock and cover her back with my chest, my knees beside hers on the floor.
Positioning myself at her tight entrance, I whisper, “As you wish. Hold on tight, Cam.” And plunge inside, inflexible.
My hands move up her bowing spine while I thrust in and out slowly, allowing her to adjust. Her back bends in that tempting arch, driving me mad with hunger. I grip her shoulders and neck, and I piston into her at a deafening pace. The rousing passion surging through me while I sink into her ass erases any doubt of my choice to lead the Chicago Syndicate.
She’s mine, forever.
And when she whimpers, I release into her with a low groan, fingers digging into her skin and pulling her back onto my cock over and over until we’re both thoroughly spent. Our harsh breathing is all I hear when I collapse on top of Cam with a hand on her hip, clinging to her as our heart rates slow down. Minutes pass in complete stillness.
Then I pull out, ready to rinse this night off our bodies, and help up a fatigued Cam, who awes me with a satisfied grin that slams my heart into my chest. I pick Cam up again, and she loops her arms and legs around me as I step into the shower. She turns on the faucet while I press her against the tiles, and we stand under the hot stream of water in a tight embrace.
The scalding water washes blood and sweat off our skin. It washes murder and havoc off our bodies.
“Mi piace tutto quello che sarete. I love all that you’ll be.”
“I love you,” she whispers against my hair when I nuzzle her throat.
As we both drown in our thoughts, I can feel that she’s now unequivocally bound to me.
I’ve never claimed that I’m a good man. Even a killer needs the strength of a good woman behind him. I have my woman. And I own the Chicago Syndicate.
I took what I wanted without losing anything.
In the end, I always get what I want. Never make the mistake of forgetting that little known fact.
The love story of Adriano and Camilla continues and ends in For Cam (Chicago Syndicate, #4).
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ABOUT THE NOVEL
For Adriano
Copyright © 2015 by Soraya Naomi
Published by Soraya Naomi
Book 3 of Chicago Syndicate series.
First digital edition published April 2015.
Second digital edition published April 2016.
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For Cam (Chicago Syndicate, #4)
“Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.”- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.
CHAPTER 1
Camilla
The hot summer breeze brushes my cheeks as I step out of my car and head toward the Syndicate’s warehouse. It’s an old brown-brick building located on the north side of Chicago that’s used for storage and holding captives.
“Does Adriano know you’re here, Cam?” a soldier asks at the door.
“I’m your Capo, and I need to talk to Santino, so I will handle Adriano. Now open it.”
He obeys and follows me toward the first cell on our left.
“I’ve been ordered to notify Adriano the second we see you,” he says contritely.
Of course they have orders from Adriano to protect me with their lives, but he’s become really overprotective while building his new Montesi Syndicate with Luca and James. And I’m right beside him, deliriously overjoyed that we’ve finally been together ever since our lives drastically changed four weeks ago when we raided Club 7 and took it from Fat Sal.
On the one hand, I have everything I wanted: Adriano. On the other hand, we reside in a tumultuous world where we constantly live under the threat of death. With power come numerous enemies.
Never would I have imagined that my life would turn out like this. Over three years ago, I was kidnapped by Fat Sal, the former owner of Club 7, a legal dance club and an illegal underground sex club in the Loop, Chicago. But with the help of his employee, Santino, I escaped Sal, which ultimately led me to work at the Syndicate’s headquarters’ strip club where I met Adriano Montesi, and from then on, our lives became inexplicably involved. From the first day I saw him, he teased and chased me, but we were just friends for a long time because he was a typical player, a man-whore, and I knew it wouldn’t be smart to become romantically involved with him. Still, despite his promiscuous ways, I fell hard and fast for him and his boyish charm. He’s a dangerous man to fall in love with, but I did.
Unfortunately, eighteen months later, my past forced me to leave that job and Adriano. But the Syndicate and Adriano found me, and that’s when I learned that James, the former boss of the Syndicate, is my father. I grew up with my mom, who died of cancer twelve years ago when I was sixteen, and I never knew anything about my father.
My prospects changed in that one instant, and I decided to take that opportunity to grow stronger. I didn’t ever want to be poor, weak, or alone again. I was allowed into the Syndicate, and I eventually got my revenge against the one who kidnapped me, Fat Sal, when he attempted to invade Syndicate territory by botching drug deals. And in Chicago, the Syndicate rules all the drug traffic.
We ambushed Club 7 and took it over. Consequently, Adriano announced that he had been made boss of the Syndicate by James.
When James was boss, it was difficult for us to be together because James didn’t want members to become personally involved, especially not with his daughter. Yet he saw that Adriano and I couldn’t stay away from each other, and he also recognized his opportunity to retire. If Adriano was boss, he would have the same power to protect me that James had. So James stepped down, and Adriano is now the Capo crimine of the Syndicate, whether it’s what he really wants or not.
“I did this all for you.”
Finally, we’re together out in the open, but I’ve also been a busy woman lately. I’ve been getting a crash course on being a mafia member: shooting lessons, self-defense classes, fighting classes. And I’m also learning to speak Italian because when we’re talking in public, we often switch from English to Italian to exclude others.
And while at first, I was dazed because everything moved at warp speed, I’ve come to accept my mafia life. In reality, I don’t get time to dwell on the savagery surrounding me nowadays, which is a good thing because it has hardened me. I’m no longer that scared and lonely girl. I’m a Capo and the boss’s lover.
So, my life as a mafia member has officially begun. My life with Adriano Montesi has begun. I’ve been thrown into a world of murder and mayhem, yet to me, it’s also a world with a newfound family and the only man who’s ever stolen my heart.
However, Santino is a delicate matter. Without him, I would’ve never escaped Sal and had the opportunity to live this life with Adriano. But Adriano’s
becoming agitated with my guilt about Santino’s imprisonment, which is why I’m here at the warehouse where Adriano’s had him locked away until we uncover more information about him and to try to get a read on whether or not he would talk if we let him go.
When I reach the door, the soldier unlocks it and states, “I’m waiting right outside.”
“Fine.” I wave off his comment since I already knew he’d never leave me alone with a captive.
Santino’s sitting on a bed, not cuffed, like I asked, and he lurches to his feet when I step inside. “Camilla!” He appears to be on the mend. His long, dark hair is pulled up from his forehead and tied up in a man bun, and he looks clean. We’ve taken good care of him and given him plenty of food and medicine.
He was Fat Sal’s bodyguard whom I seduced to help me escape. A sense of obligation forced me to then help him when we raided the club, and although he ended up being captured, Adriano kept him alive on my command. But I know Adriano doesn’t like Santino; he thinks Santino helped me because he was infatuated with me, though I believe there was more to his motive. Nevertheless, I’m not just letting the Syndicate kill Santino if he isn’t a threat to us.
“Santino, how are you?” I gesture to the side of his head that’s almost healed. Sal cut off his ear when he discovered that Santino had helped me escape.
“Not great...”
The silence is awkward while he regards me.
“Who are you, Santino?”
His brown eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”
“If I release you, what life do you go back to?”
His eyebrows hit his hairline, and he steps closer in front of me. “Are you letting me go? I would go back home, to the Loop. But what about you? You helped me, Camilla, but now you’re here among my captors. Are you one of them? Are you part of the Chicago Syndicate?”