For Cam (Chicago Syndicate Book 4)

by Naomi, Soraya

  I whisper against the shell, “It’s time we consummate our marriage.”

  “Oh god, yes.” She turns her head and crushes her mouth to mine.

  My tongue dives into the depths of her mouth as my mind hazes with arousal. With Cam, I feel as if minutes turn into hours, and I could spend an endless amount of time playing with her tongue, nibbling and licking, swallowing the husky little sounds she makes, with my fingers looped through hers.

  Before I take her with the door open, I state, “One second.” And jump off the bed to lock it. Then I hurriedly close the blinds so that we’re ensconced in privacy and set the plate of food on the nightstand.

  I move back to the bed, unbuttoning my shirt as I go and tugging it off along with my shoes. Cam sits up on the edge of the mattress and spreads her legs so that I can stand between them. Gliding my hands over her hips, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and gently tug them off, along with her panties. Then she unzips my slacks and lets them drop to the floor, her hand diving into my boxers and wrapping around my dick.

  Smoothing Cam’s hair from her face, I kiss her briefly. “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come before we get started.”

  She smiles and pumps me twice, making me bite her lip. But I pull back from her touch and remove her shirt, leaving her completely naked.

  “All you have to do is lie there and take what I give you...” I lap her nipple and blow softly on it, making it pucker, and then I suck it into my mouth.

  Cam grabs a fistful of my hair as she arches her back, and I guide her backward onto the center of the mattress. We laugh as the hospital bed creaks loudly, but as soon as our lustful eyes clash, I continue adoring her breasts that are only a bit fuller and softer. Meanwhile, I yank off my boxers.

  Gradually, I kiss my way south and dip my tongue into her navel, my fingers taking over where my mouth has left off, rolling her nipples. A low growl escapes my lips as I shift down and grab her hips before I begin to explore her pussy with my fingers, parting her swollen lips.

  “I’m going to get reacquainted with this pussy. Fuck, Cam, you’re so wet...”

  “Don’t pretend as if you didn’t know I was horny. It’s my hormones,” she almost moans and rotates her hips, teasing my mouth with her core.

  I flick her slit once and glide two fingers inside, my thumb riding against the hard edge of her center.

  “What do you want, sweetheart?” I whisper, my cheek pressed against her inner thigh, my lips even with the top edge of her pussy.

  She moans, her hand tightening into a fist as I finger her. Then I slide them out slowly and suck them while holding her gaze.

  “Lick it,” she begs so fucking sweetly.

  “As you wish.”

  And I fucking devour her. She lets out a soft cry when I work my tongue upwards, all over her pussy, lashing back and forth. Her thighs start to tremble as I lick her, and she digs her heels into the sheets. I grab one of her ankles, and my other palm covers her breast, squeezing the heavy flesh while she arches off the bed, thrashing her head from side to side as I spear her with my tongue.

  I can’t help reaching down and grabbing on to my cock, stroking it roughly as I taste the hot flood of her in my mouth. It’s going to be so good to thrust into her heat, feel her from the inside out again. I bury my face between her thighs, drowning myself in her juices as Cam shivers, her body throbbing under the sensual onslaught my tongue evokes. Slowly, I suck her as she goes slack and aims a sexy smile at me.

  Kissing a path upward, I roll Cam to her side so that I can spoon her.

  “I could eat you all night,” I mutter against her ear while she presses her ass against my cock, so I slide my shaft between her ass cheeks and grip the curve of her hip.

  Cam turns her head as I sneak one arm between her neck and the pillow, stroking my other palm down her stomach and between her legs. She lifts and crooks one smooth leg back around my thigh, the motion opening her sex for me. Pure need twists through my veins as I capture her mouth and skate my cock alongside her pussy.

  “Fuck! You feel so, so good...” I drive inside to the hilt.

  Then I gather Cam close again, hooking my arm under her knee as she lies back against me, and thrust my cock into her. My entire being is engrossed in the flexing of her inner muscles, the wild shudders that run through her. I rain kisses along the side of her mouth, shaping it with bites and nudges, and down her neck, gripping her breast as she bows her back.

  “Mi sei mancato così tanto, cazzo.” I’ve missed you so fucking much.

  Listening to the sweet sound of her moaning inspires me more, and I drive into her as our bodies move against each other while I press my nose into her neck, one hand twisting her nipple and the other rubbing between her legs.

  Cam winds her arm back and grabs my hair, forcing my mouth on hers as she fucks me back.

  “Make me come!” she pleads, panting.

  “Ah, fuck.” I sink inside her hot channel, deeper and faster, and grab Cam’s waist to pull her back against me while I piston into her, and she moans as she comes.

  Bottoming out, I push one last time and groan. My heart is pounding so loudly that I can’t hear, and my whole existence is concentrated between my legs, on the riptide of lust that’s flooding me. Grinding my hips slowly against her ass, I ride out the intense pleasure surging through me, and we shift closer, still spooning. I keep fucking her slowly as I secure my arm around her middle, rubbing myself all over her pussy and thighs, branding her. Possessing my wife.

  “Hmmm...Missed you.” Her content sighs are like music to my ears. “You’re still hard.”

  “I could go again.” But I won’t because she’s exhausted now, satisfyingly exhausted.

  I move in and out of Cam once, twice before I tangle our legs and palm her throat, guiding her mouth to me, and I kiss her. For a long time, we kiss and grope and fondle while I’m still hard inside her.

  Eventually, I pull out when her eyes fall closed from fatigue. The scent of sex is heavy in the air, and I bask in its glory.

  Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I know that she’s irrevocably mine. In spite of all the obstacles and hurdles, Cam’s back with me, where she belongs.

  Dove resterà per sempre. Where she’ll stay forever.

  CHAPTER 47

  Camilla

  After a month of intense rehabilitation, I’m more than ready to return home. And even though it’s still too soon, Adriano and I convince Marc to release me since the baby and I are strong. My stomach is growing quickly now, and it’s simply amazing to feel my baby moving around. I’ll be coming in for check-ups weekly, which I’m fine with because I do want the reassurance that my baby is staying healthy.

  I’ve been doing physical therapy every day and am walking around just like before. Okay, maybe not just like before since I tire faster than normal. But I’m on a diet of vegetables and protein – a diet a personal trainer has put together with my physical therapist, so I’m definitely getting there.

  I’ve also been talking every other day to a therapist, who truly helps me to be more sympathetic toward my family. Sometimes, I can’t imagine how Adriano endured those four months, but then I remember that my wild and untamed man can’t be broken. His faith brought me back, and while I am very disappointed that we married while I was in a coma, I’m not angry about it. His devotion to me and our child enforces my love for him. I see glimpses of the loving and overbearing father he’ll be when he speaks to my stomach every night. It’s endearing to watch this Mafia boss and former playboy transform into a tender husband and father, although his tenderness comes with some rough edges.

  I’m reminded of this when we’re having a discussion in my hospital room. I’m packing my clothes after my session with the therapist, and Adriano keeps taking stuff from my hands and telling me to sit down, but I ignore him.

  As I throw my panties into my bag, I explain, “I think I know why my initial reaction to our marriage was a bit off. I wa
nted the proposal and the wedding and that kind of normal things – it’s something I’ve dreamed about for a long time. And when you first became boss, I realized we’d never be typical, but I did get a lot of other average, everyday things in return. You gave me a family and a home, and I guess I was getting used to the ordinary things and was hoping for that progression to continue. But then I became a Capo—”

  “About that,” Adriano interrupts, sitting down on the bed. “Cam, I can’t go through this again. I can’t protect you and have you directly involved in missions – especially now that you’re pregnant.” He pulls me to stand between his legs and grabs my ass to placate me.

  But I simply smile in return. “I understand. Don’t look so nervous.” I run my finger along his brow. “We don’t work together very well, do we?”

  He grins boyishly. “Not regarding Syndicate business, no. I’m too in love with you to work with you. I want you by my side, but to be honest, I want you by my side but waiting for me at home, tucked safely away from the fucking world that’s constantly after me or my loved ones.”

  I trace his jawline, making him groan in pleasure. “Yeah, I kind of got that. But you don’t have to worry. I’m so grateful to be awake again and pregnant. I don’t want to be a Capo. Well, I don’t want to be involved too much. I want to be safe for our baby and you. It’s time our happily ever after starts. So I can’t promise that I’ll always be home, since I like to have a life,” I joke. “But I will always be waiting for you at night, in bed. That promise still stands.”

  “I’ll take it.”

  “You’ll take me any way you can get me,” I counter around a smile.

  “Damn right.” He nips my mouth.

  “I guess we’re far from a normal couple. We love the way we live, like true killers: all or nothing.”

  “Normal is overrated and boring.” Adriano pinches my behind, adding in a playful tone, “We’re Romeo and Juliet on steroids, sweetheart.”

  Laughing, I shake my head and toss a pair of my panties in his face. In turn, he snags them with his teeth but spits them out hurriedly when the nurse enters. Adriano clears his throat and raises his hand to his mouth uncomfortably, but then I catch him smirking at me from behind his fist.

  “Mr. Montesi, can you sign Mrs. Montesi’s release papers?” the nurse asks, looking everywhere but at us.

  “Yes, I’ll do it now.”

  “The papers are at the nurses’ station, sir.”

  He kisses me. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I finish throwing all my belongings from the adjacent bathroom into my bag and zip it. Then I check my watch and realize Adriano’s been gone for almost ten minutes, so I go into the hallway but freeze when armed men charge in my direction, overpowering my guards and aiming their weapons at me.

  I hold up my hands in reaction, and then the DA, Pillon, appears with cuffs dangling from his fingers.

  I attempt to keep it cool as he takes my wrists and restraints them behind my back.

  “Camilla Guillermo,” he stresses my surname, “you have the right to remain—who am I kidding? I don’t need to follow the rules; this is the damn Mafia. You’re under arrest.” And he pushes me forward, toward the elevator.

  Panic claws at me, but I hide it and fleetingly scan the hospital floor.

  Where’s Adriano?

  “Looking for your so-called husband?” Pillon asks derisively from behind me.

  I glance back over my shoulder while walking slowly. “Adriano’s going to kill you.”

  CHAPTER 48

  Adriano

  I pass my guards in the hallway and follow the nurse through the doors to the nurses’ station where she hands me a pen and Cam’s release papers.

  After signing them quickly, I’m ready to pick up Cam and take her home for the first time in five months, but then the nurse says, “Mr. Montesi, we have a sonogram for you and your wife at the OB/GYN nurses’ station on the tenth floor. Can you pick it up?”

  “I’ll get it now.” I head toward the elevator, excited because that’s the perfect gift for Cam, along with the surprise I have waiting for her at home.

  Within minutes, I’m back on Cam’s floor, but when the elevator slides open, all I see is chaos. Unease sets in just as a guard sends me a disappointed look.

  “Where were you?” he says in a flustered tone.

  “Why?” I barge down the hallway.

  “Adriano, Cam’s been arrested. She was taken in by Pillon,” the guard announces, and I stop dead in my tracks, turning around furiously.

  “When?!”

  “A few minutes ago.”

  “I’m paying you a fortune to keep my wife safe, idiota! Did you contact Luca?” I shout and stalk back to the elevator.

  “Yes, and Logan too,” he replies, shadowing me inside as we descend.

  “Follow me to the police station,” I order and run into the parking lot, grabbing my car keys from my pocket and clicking the device to unlock my BMW before I’ve reached it.

  Jumping inside, I drive out with screeching tires. The fear that left my system a month ago resurfaces with a vengeance. It’s time I settle these scores once and for all.

  I call Logan when I’m forced to brake for crossing pedestrians.

  “Adriano, where are you?” he asks, out of breath.

  “On my way to the police station. I think we can guess what we’re stepping into. I’ll be backed into a corner because Pillon still has that tape hanging over my head. It’s time you contact Senator Tara Kaden, whose campaign I sponsored, and collect her debt; she needs to handle Pillon or...” I let the words trail off.

  “Don’t do anything before I’ve contacted you,” Logan says in a rush. “Listen, I’ve been summoned to the CIA – this can’t be a coincidence that I was called in at the same time that Cam was arrested. Pillon might have allies, powerful allies. I’ll call Kaden afterwards, because I agree with you. We’re going to need more influential associates.”

  “This is bad, Logan. If she’s booked and it goes on record, her life in the Mafia is over. And if the media gets hold of this story, then my name will be ruined and my rule as boss will be over too.”

  “Luca and Henry are handling the media. No one is aware of any investigation or our association with the Syndicate. Pillon is working on a top secret level. Just wait until I’ve called you after my meeting. I’m pulling into the parking lot now.”

  “I can’t make any promises, Logan. I will not allow Cam to spend a second in jail,” I state with conviction and race to the police station.

  I end the call and call Capo John, who’s at the warehouse where a few captives and Serena are still imprisoned.

  “Adriano, what’s up?”

  “We have trouble. Cam’s been arrested, and there might be an investigation into the Syndicate. As a precaution, I need you to end all the captives – Serena as well – bury their bodies, and remove any weapons and drugs from the building. Relocate the stash to a new, safe place and burn down everything else in that warehouse. Then destroy every other piece of evidence you can find. Contact Tez and have him clean up Club 7 right now.”

  “Will do. I have a team of soldiers here with me. I can have everything taken care of within an hour,” he replies.

  “Do it.” Without bothering to end the call, I bolt out of my car at the front entrance of the precinct.

  “Pillon!” I yell as I stride past desks and several agents rise, but no one stops me in my manic path to his office.

  “Adriano!” I hear Luca, who apparently arrived right after me, shouting from behind me, but I’m too wound up to stop.

  I want my wife with me!

  Before I’ve even touched the knob, the door is pulled open by Pillon, who’s wearing a superior grin.

  “Montesi—”

  “Where’s Cam?” I throw open the door with fisted hands, and he steps aside.

  The room is empty, much to my chagrin, so I seize his expensive jacket, slamming him back against the w
all.

  He grunts and holds up his palms.

  Someone is tugging me off while I’m seeing red and spit in his face, “Where. Is. She?”

  But I’m pulled back by Luca and Carmine.

  “You need to keep it cool,” Luca advises, so I reluctantly raise my hands in capitulation and shrug them off.

  Pillon rights his jacket while none of the agents in the precinct intervene. I catch his façade wavering when a flash of uncertainty is revealed in his expression.

  “This entire precinct is corrupt,” Pillon sneers at the men who aren’t interfering.

  “So are you,” I counter. “Where’s Camilla? Tell me before I draw my gun, and trust me, I’m ready to take that risk.”

  “She’s fine. In another room, waiting for you.”

  “There better not be a scratch on her,” I warn.

  “Sit down so we can negotiate.”

  Having no other choice and no update from Logan, I sit down in front of his oak desk.

  Pillon slams a file on the desk, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I insolently lean back in the chair as a war rages inside me.

  “I have a case against the Syndicate. And Camilla Guillermo—”

  “Montesi,” I correct him.

  He rests both palms on the bureau. “Fine, Camilla Montesi is part of the Mafia. And the Syndicate held FBI agent Santino captive and killed him. Now, Yakiv Medlov has been tried and sentenced for that murder, but you and I know that trial was a joke. Either you or he”—he points to Luca standing behind me—“is pulling the strings behind this organization. Now, I’ve had to clear a lot of hurdles, but I still have that tape. You were very smart to help Kaden get voted into the Senate; she’s been trying to get me discredited constantly. But I’m always a step ahead, and I’m still the DA. I’m going to prosecute Camilla and expose Medlov’s trial for the joke it was. Then he’ll be released, and she’ll be convicted. Unless you give me something more valuable. There’s one thing I’m more interested in...”

  He lets the insinuation linger and claims his seat behind his desk, but we all know what he’s implying. He wants to bring down the entire Syndicate and become known as the DA who bested the Italian-American Mafia.