Sing To Me (A Dark Renzetti Series Book 1)

by V Domino

  Not a bad thought; in fact it has my already achy clit throbbing further. Seeing how I have affected him and hearing all his dark sounds, I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can. I gag a bit but keep going. I suck him in, swirling my tongue around his bulbous head, and even lightly drag my teeth on him.

  I want him to take control, not treat me like a fragile doll, so I sit up, letting him fall from my mouth, and say, "Put your hand on me and guide me. I don't know how to do this."

  "I didn’t do that because I don't think I can control myself with how good you're making me feel."

  "Maybe I don't want you to control yourself. I'm not weak, Gavriel, I can take some dominance."

  Suddenly he gets off the bed and I'm about to threaten the shit out of him if he leaves me wet and needy, but then he stands next to me and says, "Come here, baby girl."

  I crawl over on my knees and look up at him.

  "Take off your shirt, now."

  Fuck yes!

  This is what I was waiting for. I undo the buttons on the red shirt I borrowed and slide my arms out of the sleeves.

  "Put your wrists together in front of you."

  I do and he takes the shirt and wraps it around my forearms and wrists. Once he's satisfied, he looks me in the eye and asks, "Are you sure?"

  To my complete embarrassment, I say what's been running through my head on repeat since he began tying my hands."Yes, daddy."

  Her eyes slightly widen and a blush begins at her naked chest when she says that. I don't think she meant to say it and I'll admit that even though she said it last night, it still shocks me a little. I've never been called that by any woman I've had in my bed, submissive or not.

  Do I like it, though? Abso-fucking-lutely.

  I run my thumb down her breast to her nipple and pinch her just enough to bite and tell her, "Don't ever be embarrassed with me. Okay?"

  "Okay." She bites her bottom lip like she's suddenly shy. As if by binding her wrists she's given up her natural dominance and has truly become a submissive. I love how she has two sides to her as if she has a twin within her that only comes out when she's being dominated. No, scratch that.

  She only comes out when I dominate her.

  "Good. Now open your mouth, baby girl, and let me show you how to take my cock between those luscious lips of yours."

  She squirms a little like she's trying to find enough friction to alleviate her throbbing pussy. When she does as she's told I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and run the tip along her lips and smear my precum on them like its lipstick. Her tongue comes out and flicks the slit and fuck me if that doesn't make me want to come right away.

  I can't hold back any longer, so I cup her face and say, "I’m going to fuck your mouth now. If you can't take it tap my leg, yes?"

  "Yes, daddy."

  This fucking woman.

  "Good, breathe through your nose and touch yourself, baby. Make yourself cum while I shoot my load down your greedy throat."

  She slides her hands between her thighs as I thrust my dick into her hot mouth. Fuck yes!

  Her mouth feels like heaven.

  She may think she doesn't know what to do, but she does. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat and gags, but she continues to breathe through her nose like I told her to and I gather her hair behind her head and pump faster, hitting her throat each time and going slightly deeper. I'm close to cumming when she starts to moan. I feel it all the way to my balls, but it’s when I look down and see her riding her hand roughly that I thrust one last time and hold her head as I shoot ropes of my hot seed down her throat. She continues riding out her own climax, her hazel eyes locked on mine like I'm the moon to her waves.

  She doesn't realize it's the other way around.

  She's the missing piece to my dark puzzle.

  The perfect companion to my demons.

  Leaving the bedroom, after a few more oral sessions, and starting our day was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. All I really wanted was to lie in bed with Sia and continue to worship her, but duty called, as is the way of the famiglia. So here I am in the office of Temptation, in a meeting with my father, brothers, and a couple of our Caporegimes, Tommy and Peter. They, along with their sisters, grew up with us after their father, Tommas, died trying to protect Sia and her family. Their mother, Marcella, married my uncle after a year.

  He promised to care for her and her children, though Tommy says it’s been the opposite. Adriano may have given her his name, but a father he has not ever been. We’ve all watched Tommy step up as a father for his siblings. Despite all they’ve been through, the Francos are loyal through and through.

  “Tommy, how’s things running on the west end? No more problems with the Gambino crew?” my father asks. The Gambinos are another cosa nostra famiglia. They run territory in New Jersey but recently came to my father and asked to be merged in with us. We’re the most successful famiglia in America and the Gambino boss, Giovanni, offered to become partners in the drug trade. We have better connections after all and our product is almost pure. Bolivian cocaine can’t be topped and we're the only ones who have it. The merger was allowed and Gio Gambino continues to be the boss in New Jersey but answers to the Renzettis now. The process of Tommy meeting the Gambino Capo was bumpy, which is why my father asked.

  “Yes, boss. All’s good on my end now. Got the shipments sent and delivered without problems. I’ll meet back up with their capo at the end of the month for dues and new orders.”

  Nodding, my father says, “Good, good. You did well, Tommy. Not that it’s any surprise.”

  Pulling a smoke out, I change the topic. “I sent Drake out to the city archives to get any information available about Sia’s family. She’s been with Ma all morning looking at old pictures, but I’d like for her to have any and all information, including newspaper stories and hopefully he’ll get some more information on the deaths.” I pull in a deep inhale of the nicotine and it calms my nerves. My mind has been chaotic since learning who Sia is and what she means to me; mostly it's been all over the place since leaving her at home. “Have you found anything on Frankie’s and Lily’s wills? She is their living heir and has been struggling throughout life needlessly.”

  "Frankie and Lily Romano?" Tommy asks.

  I look at him and wonder what's got him thinking. "Yeah, the couple your father was working with that night." I don't need to explain more because they'll never forget the night their father died.

  "Zia Liliana's daughter? You're saying she's alive?" Peter asks, looking shocked.

  Now I'm thoroughly confused, but before I can say anything my father cuts in.

  "Yes, she is." He holds up his hand to the Francos, stopping whatever they were about to say next, and turns to me. "I wanted to tell you last night and see what you'd want to do, but Tommy and Peter are Sia and Luca's cousins. Marcella is their aunt."

  I maintain my composure, looking completely unsurprised while I continue to smoke my cigarette, but inside, I'm happy to know these two men, whom we trust like brothers, are related to my woman. She'll be elated to know she has family. I don't know how I've forgotten this.

  Throughout the years I've heard Peter or Tommy mention Luca once or twice.

  "I thought they were dead! Ma will be happy to see them, boss. Can we visit them?" Peter asks. I know he was close to Luca in age, so perhaps they were close friends as well.

  "We’ve only found Anastasia so far when fate had Gavriel and her met at Medusa's Lounge." My father smiles proudly and it has my chest puffing up.

  Fuck yeah, she's my woman now.

  Marco, the asshole, notices and opens his mouth to say something, but I smack him over the head. "Don't start, coglione. I saw you sneaking up to visit Carla last night, so don't act like I'm the only one."

  Laughing and rubbing his head, he says, "What? That you have it bad for Sia or that you're stuck in your feelings for the Manhattan Singer?"

  My father begins to cough, trying to
cover up his chuckles no doubt, which makes Tommy and Peter laugh. Assholes, the lot of them. Fuck it. Marco wants to call me out, let's see how he reacts to my own jokes.

  "Yeah, I am, you fucking jerk off," I say while he continues to laugh, "but at least I've got Sia stuck in her head about me too. I heard Carla talking highly about another guy earlier." She was, but it was about Joe being understanding of the situation and letting her and Sia have time off, but Marco doesn't know that.

  His stupid chuckles are cut off immediately and his fists clench, showing everyone he's got it bad as well.

  Smiling, I say, "Calmati, brother. I'm lying. Next time keep your jokes to yourself."

  My father laughs loudly, wiping his eyes while Marco flips me off with a smile.

  "Okay, enough, boys." The Boss is back to seriousness. "I say you two may visit, but she is Gavriel's woman now, so he will check with her and see what she wants first. Either way, I don't want your mother or anyone else to know. Understand?" he says strongly.

  It's an order not a request.

  We all agree and he continues, "Adriano doesn't know either and I'd like to keep it that way. He and Sia's father weren't close and I don't want him to speak out of his ass and upset her. Now tell me everything that happened last night with the two men who tried to harm Sia and Carla?"

  Marco and I spend the next couple of hours rehashing the events leading up to the interrogation.

  "I took the laptop to Nico this morning, but there weren't any personal items aside from clothes. I took everything, though," Tommy says.

  "No one saw you? Cameras?" I ask, wanting to make sure there are no loose ends that need to be handled.

  "All’s good. It was a run-down little motel that has questionable people in and out. I left cash on the bed nonetheless."

  "Have Drake set up a meeting for me with the chief of police. I want all records of the Romano Slaying. I want all the witness statements, CSI findings, and all the evidence files brought to this meeting," my father says, pulling out his own black clove cigarette. "If Anastasia is ready to meet her family, we'll have dinner. Martina has been wanting you two over anyway. I've already put feelers out for Luca, but we don't know where he was taken or if he's alive. I have hope he is, but even so we must be ready for that news. Remember, tell no one of Sia's presence, yeah?"

  "Yes, boss."

  On the walk to our cars my father stops me. “Drive with me, Gavi.” Motioning to his blacked-out Mercedes-Benz G63, a gift from my mother for his last birthday. I had it modified with bullet-proof glass and doors because being the Don doesn't protect him from rivals, including the Russians, who want to take his territories. My father’s life has been threatened a few times. We’ve had some close calls, so I wanted to make sure he would be safe at all times. After climbing into the driver’s seat, I pull out my phone and send out a message to Drake.

  Me: Qualche novità fratellino? Any news little brother?

  Drake: Yeah, I got some old newspaper stories from some charity events and galas. There are a few photos with the governor and mayor. In a few of them Liliana is holding your woman and others have Luca as well.

  My woman. My chest tightens with that simple statement.

  She is my woman. The only one for me.

  Me: Grazie. Bring them all with you and set up a meeting with Chief Marquez and Pop. Make sure he knows to be discreet and tell him it’s about the Romano case. Pop wants every single piece of evidence, statement, and photos to be brought to him.

  Pocketing my phone, I turn on the SUV and ask my father, “You going home or did you want to go eat?” I’m secretly hoping he’ll say home so I can get there and see my angel. She’s a drug I’m quickly becoming addicted to.

  Not that I mind.

  “Home but take the long way. I want to talk with you, figlio.” I’m pretty sure I know what this is about. Being my boss and my father puts him in tough situations with his sons. It’s a fine balance, but my father knows how to walk it well. It doesn’t hurt either that we, his sons, do our best to make life easier for him by trying to keep him from having to be in those situations. This conversation, however, is probably more for Sia’s benefit.

  Confirming my suspicions, my father turns to me while I drive. “Anastasia is special, yeah? She's got the black fire in her. She speaks like a woman well above her years, but we must remember that she is still young. You've never shown any interests in relationships much to your mother's dismay, but tell me now; is she really your woman or is she just an itch you want to scratch? If it's the latter, you need to straighten that out. She will not be jerked around, Gavriel.”

  I want to laugh because Sia could never be something so basic. Something used and thrown away.

  Never.

  This woman is my perfect piece. Edgar Allan Poe's quote we love with a love that is more than love, speaks it perfectly. There is no word or phrase that fully expresses what Sia means to me.

  What she's becoming for me.

  “She’s much more than special to me, Papa, she’s something I’ve never felt before and the only person who fills the gaps in my life. Gaps that I didn't even know existed until she came along. It’s new and uncharted territory for me yes, but when I’m with her or even look at her, I feel it in my chest. It’s a burning sensation that is all-consuming but not painful.

  When we’re apart, my mind is on her. Thoughts of her bombard me and it takes every bit of strength I have to keep myself from dropping my responsibilities to get back to her.

  Does that answer your question?”

  I glance over at him and sure enough he’s got a smirk in place.

  I roll my eyes. “Not you too, Pop. Help me out here. Is this a normal feeling? Did you feel this way with Ma?” It feels like my heart is moving too fast and though I want to fly along with it, I don’t want to run Sia off.

  Like I said, un-fucking-charted territory.

  “My feelings for your mother are the same, even to this day. Is it normal? I have no idea, but that is how I feel for mio tesoro. When I first laid eyes on her I never looked at another female again. She was it for me and still is. That all-consuming feeling is called love and it only burns hotter with time. If Anastasia is this for you, you must tell her. Make sure you’re both on the same page and go from there. Don’t make plans because in this life, son, plans never come out the way you meant for them to. Live it day by day and love more than yesterday. That’s all you can do. Sia is a strong woman. To hear how she suffered in her young life—my heart breaks for her. I wouldn’t tell her that, though.” He says that last part with a scoff and shake of his head.

  “Why wouldn’t you say that to her?”

  Looking out the window, he says, “She may look like her sweet mother, but she's exactly like her father. She’ll slit your throat before she accepts pity. He was a street kid when we first met. He was stealing fruit from one of the street vendors in little Italy. Your grandfather watched as he took the fruit behind a few trash cans and ate alone. He was left by himself in the world with no parents, just like Sia and Luca. She got her mother's cloying smile and saccharine voice, but she got her father's taste for blood and deadly knife skills. She's a sinful combination. I'd watch out if I were you. She'll hand a man his balls on a bloody platter with a smile."

  How right he is. Seeing her wield that knife like a trained sicario at the club was an extreme turn-on. If it weren’t for the situation, I would have claimed her right then. I adjust myself discreetly because images of her dripping in the blood of enemies has my cock growing.

  Thinking of those stronzos from last night, I ask my father, "Who do you think this Schemer71 could be? Does it ring any bells?"

  "The name Schemer does, but I haven't heard it since being a teenager and I can't remember who was called that."

  “We'll find this fottuti idiot, the fucking idiot. He left enough of a paper trail when he sent payment to the pricks. Nico will find the accounts and follow the trail to the sender."

  “Exa
ctly my thinking, as well.” I look down at my watch as we pull up to the mansion. “It’s lunch time now. Nico should have some information for us."

  I hold open the door for my father when he notices the extra men around the house and chuckles. "You really do have it hard for her if you've got all these men watching over her."

  I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the laughter that spills out of me. I am in my feelings about Sia and fuck it, I don’t give a shit. I’m proud to have her. Now, all I need to do is claim her tight little body like she claimed my heart.

  Walking through the kitchen doorway, I still hear my father’s chuckles behind me. “Yeah, yeah, old man. Laugh it up, but you should see Marco’s googly eyes when Carla is around. Stronzo can’t look away.”

  “Who can’t look away?” My mother’s melodic voice comes from inside the pantry. I look around and see Sia putting something into the oven, so I walk straight to her and pull her in my arms while answering my mother.

  “Marco. He’s in his feelings for Carla.” I lay a kiss to Sia’s forehead just as I hear a small gasp coming from the corner of the kitchen. Turning, I see a blushing Carla sitting with an amused Nico across from her. Fuck! Marco won’t be happy about me saying anything, but what’s done is done and I consider it a little payback for his big mouth earlier.

  I smile at her and ask, “How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?” I regret asking the question because I know for a fact that Marco slept in the room with her last night and when she turns a shade darker, I have to bite back my smile.

  “I’m feeling as good as can be. Raging headache, though,” she says after Nico coughs to cover up his laughter; he saw her blush too.

  "Good, good. Marco should be here soon. He mentioned something about getting stronger medicine for your headache," I tell her as she glares at Nico.

  The redhead has a temper.

  Sia squeezes me before letting go to get back to the open oven. “How’d your day go, bello?” Her voice is like a siren’s call. Sweet, raspy, and comfortable. She’s not afraid or shy to show her feelings for me. It has me wondering if she had a similar conversation with my mother as I had with my father.