Dirty Secrets

by Drummond, Lonaire

  Ambrogio sprayed a handful of shaving cream in his hands before smearing it on Adele’s mound. She hissed when the cold foam melted against her body.

  “I want you bare. I will make it a point to not leave you attended in the future, so things don’t become—overgrown down there.”

  With each swipe of the damnable blade the unimaginable happened, Adele become embarrassingly, undeniably aroused. So focused on his task at hand, Ambrogio only glanced at her when every inch of her skin was bare to his discernible gaze. He wiped her clean with water and his bare hand. Countenance broken, Ambrogio reached around Adele and snapped her bra-strap loose. After he discarded her bra, he lifted and then secured her body snug against the wall.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  “No, I can’t decided whether I want to kill you or mount you.”

  He hooked her legs around his waist.

  Ambrogio entered her slippery tunnel in once swift motion. “I think he’s decided for you.”

  Several seconds passed by before Ambrogio started thrusting with a feverish pace, prompting her to grab on to his shoulders for support. He sucked on her tongue, matching the rhythm of his strokes. To change up the pace, Ambrogio lifted her higher on his manhood. He changed the angle of his stroke. Now, he was in direct contact with her G-spot with every thrust.

  “Don’t stop.” Adele said.

  “I have no intention of stopping. I could make love to you until the day I die.” He said.

  He grunting grew louder. His passionate curses a dirty monologue describing how good Adele felt to him. Adele, fearing they would wake the entire house, covered his mouth with her hand. Her body soon grew weak and her back burned raw. She bit her lip from both pleasure and pain. She soon crumbled under Ambrogio’s ministrations.

  “I think I’m in love with you. I knew it from that first day. It gives me great pain to know my love has caused the ones you love such harm.”

  Adele’s heart swelled, but she couldn’t bring herself to utter the words she knew Ambrogio wanted to hear. Instead, she tried to absorb his very being. With the last ounce of strength she had left, Adele encompassed Ambrogio in a tight embrace.

  Hip to hip, pelvis to pelvis, breasts—painfully erect—and fused onto his chiseled chest, Adele flinched when Ambrogio (who was driving wildly into her) returned her embrace. Adele slumped against his sturdy frame and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

  Ambrogio grabbed her face as if it was made of delicate glass. His face washed in concern. “Am I hurting you, cara?”

  “You didn’t hurt me, but I can’t say the same for the wall.

  With the faintest of touches, Ambrogio brought her free leg around his waist. “Hold on to me.” He whispered in Adele’s ear.

  His package secured, Ambrogio strode towards the bed, still buried inside of her. Their sexual bond was a sturdy glue which refused to give even as he laid Adele down, his hand behind her head their entire dissent onto the bed.

  “Better?”

  “No, I can think of something even better than this.” Adele said.

  She stole his reply with a kiss. The distraction was to her advantage. Adele’s arm crept down his bicep. She worked her way down the side of his body, making sure to trace her name in the V in his obliques, a place she had grown to love.

  She bypassed his ass this round. Adele’s hand retraced their path back up to his bicep, and then hooked her arm around it while simultaneously capturing his leg in the same trap just as their sizzling kiss came to an end. The snare set, she unseated a mystified Ambrogio. She regarded him from a new position: on his back.

  “A little move I learned at wrestling camp,” Adele said.

  “I didn’t know girls participated in such sports,” Ambrogio said, bemused.

  Adele settled on Ambrogio’s rigid shaft. “I was an usual child.”

  A frantic knock at the door left Adele suspended in a figure four of the figure eight she was trying to complete with her hips. The knocking intensified, its force rippled through the wood door.

  Chapter 29

  Adele jumped off of Ambrogio to his chagrin.

  “They will go away.”

  Adele moved to find her discarded clothes. “It could be news about Robynne.”

  Ambrogio ran his fingers through his mussed hair. “Dio mio, I’ve lost my head.”

  Adele had just found her jeans when the door flew open. She hurled her body across the bed. In a split second, she was behind Ambrogio, who had quickly grabbed a pillow to shield himself from view.

  Luca, looking quite regular in a pair of jeans and an ordinary white t-shirt, nearly tripped over his own two feet when his eyes landed on Adele’s petrified form.

  In his hand, between his index and middle finger, he held a card trimmed in gold. Like a magician, he flipped it between his fingers. His grin expanded like a waistline after a sumptuous dinner.

  “Taking the edge off, I see. I can’t say I blame you. It must be terribly difficult knowing your friend is missing and there’s nothing you can do about it. Well, there is one thing. Although, I don’t see how playing doctor and patient will serve to better Robynne’s cause.” Luca winked.

  “I’m worried sick about Robynne,” Adele said.

  Luca sat on the edge of the bed with a knowing smile woven into his features.

  He flicked the card in Ambrogio’s direction. “I can tell.”

  “Must everything be a joke to you?” Ambrogio asked.

  Luca strained his neck to catch a glimpse of Adele’s body. “Still wound so tightly after a morning spent with the lovely Adele. What a shame. Perhaps she has chosen the wrong twin. I think I would be more receptive to her charms.”

  Ambrogio lunged for Luca, meaning to beat his brother within an inch of his life.

  “If you move, he’ll see me naked.” Adele grabbed at Ambrogio’s body.

  “Cazzo! Why did you disturb us, and no more of your games.”

  Switch flipped, Luca’s casual demeanor transformed from whimsical to solemn. His lips formed a thin line across his face and his eyes diluted with anger.

  “An unmarked car flung this card out their window before spending off,” Luca said.

  “Did the guards follow? Did you see who threw it? Is there anything we can use to find Robynne?

  “The guards gave chase. Whoever was inside abandoned the car and fled on foot. Our contact in the police department said the car had no prints. We’re dealing with professionals.”

  “Professionals?” Adele used Ambrogio as a human shield while she dressed.

  “It means trouble for Robynne. They haven’t asked for a ransom. They haven’t made no other demands. It’s like they’re playing with us,” Ambrogio said.

  “I think we should involve the police, and not just use your contacts here and there. I have pictures of Robynne I took in the airport. We can give those to the television stations and newspapers to get her face out there,” Adele said.

  The notion of modesty thrown out the window, Ambrogio slipped on his jeans. “No, we could anger whoever is responsible.”

  “We have to do something. We can’t just sit around waiting for Robynne to turn up, dead or alive.” Adele looked as if she had just pulled her clothes out of the laundry hamper.

  “Why wasn’t I told about this immediately?” Ambrogio asked.

  “The guards wanted to make sure they followed procedure before they involved you. Brother, they wrote us a riddle. I think they’re giving us clues that will lead to Robynne.”

  Ambrogio grabbed the card from his brother, examining it before he spoke. “Or it’s a trap.”

  Luca and Adele assembled around Ambrogio as he read the card.

  “She could be in one of three places. Come collect her quick. Don’t be green with envy. Be swift. Fortify thy love with action, and be sure to use your head, or your lover will end up dead.”

  “They’ve mistaken Robynne for Adele. Adele’s who they meant to kidnap.” Ambrogio stood paralyzed
by the realization.

  “You were being watched in St. Lucia. At the precise moment of your departure, Maurizio attacked Adele. The Guidice’s couldn’t be responsible. The question is who is. What scares me the most is we have no idea who we’re dealing with.” Luca said.

  Flustered, Adele sat down on the bed’s edge. “Robynne’s suffering because of me. I talked her into coming here.”

  Ambrogio placed his hand on Adele’s neck, massaging her

  “Cara, I cannot have you taking the blame. The fault lies with me.”

  “None of this makes sense. Why was I almost run over in the street?” Adele asked?

  “They were tying up loose ends,” Ambrogio said.

  “I want to go to the police,” Adele said.

  “We’ve already discussed this. I cannot have the police involved. They will cause more problems than they will solve. Not to mention, the kind of scrutiny the story would focus on us. The kidnapping of an American woman involved with our family. The story would have the press foaming at the mouth.”

  Adele glared at Ambrogio. “You’re more concerned with your image. Robynne is dispensable. She’s just collateral damage.”

  Luca, the voice of reason, chimed in. “I believe what my brother is saying, rather tactlessly I might add, is that a negative amount of spotlight will be cast off of this situation. There would be paparazzi lined around this castle for days. We would be more inhibited in our search for Robynne. We might also anger the kidnappers, which would not bode well for her either.”

  Adele acquiesced. “I feel powerless.”

  “The riddle is how we’ll get Robynne back. All we have to do is solve it,” Luca said.

  To Adele’s dismay, Ambrogio rattled off the riddle several times in an effort to disentangle it’s meaning. He dragged out the final line promising Robynne’s demise. His accent hung over the sentence like a noose, one that would eventually strangle the life out of her best friend.

  Fused between the brothers, the words on the placard acted as a tie, temporarily bonding them together as allies, not children fighting over a new toy. Adele regarded the determination flexing in their cheeks. Their body positions mirrored each other, heads bent to the side, wide-legged stances bounced for a fraction of a second on the right leg before centering itself, bottom lips were bitten and chewed simultaneously.

  Chapter 30

  The brothers became rivals once again when a guard announced that Luca had a visitor.

  “Can’t you tell your whores to make an appointment?” Ambrogio’s venom was a poison cutting off the circulation in the room.

  “Are you jealous? Bored with the trials of monogamy already, brother?” Luca said.

  “Tell your latest dalliance to go away, and help me–for once.”

  “For your information, I didn’t request for any of my special friends to come here today. All I’ve been doing lately is helping you. Did I or did I not pretend to be you in order to drive Adele away.”

  Adele flinched at the cavalier way he described their allegiance against her a few days ago. Still a sore subject, she meant to voice her annoyance when, Luca’s special friend, a sandy-haired girl, balanced precariously on stiletto heels taller than her IQ walked in escorted by a guard.

  Her accent was as sugary as sweet tea. “Hi Alessando.”

  “It’s Luca.”

  “I said Luca, darlin. Anyway, I left my cell phone here last night. Could you be a peach and point me to it, Diego?”

  “Heather, you said Alessandro and Diego. Those are two very distinct names, however, my name is Luca.” He said.

  Heather wobbled in Adele’s direction. Luckily for her, she regained her balance. Ambrogio, who had been standing next to the unstable girl, made no move to lesson her struggles. He stepped beyond her reach when she attempted to use him as a cane.

  All eyes were on the guest of honor when she sat an inch too close to Adele.

  “Hi hun, are you a student too?” Heather asked.

  Her breath smelled like a distillery, Adele held her nose to keep out the stench. “I”m not a student.”

  “Giovanni, you ass. You’re holding out on me. This hot piece of ass could have been the chocolate filling to our vanilla wafers,” Heather said.

  “You’re drunk; that’s offensive, and his name is Luca.” Adele stood up and away from the gale force winds of Heather’s breath.

  Cesare, red faced and sweating, brought Heather’s camera, along with a dainty bag, into the room.

  “You’re belongings, ragazza.” Cesare noticed Adele looking at his bruise and move quickly to hide his cheek under his handkerchief.

  “Refreshments?”

  “No, Cesare. Please escort the girl off the premises,” Ambrogio said.

  Heather looked in the bag and launched into a fit of glee. “That’s were those went. They’re my favorite pair. Thank God. I will keep these pictures as a little souvenir of our time together, if it’s okay with you, Giovanni?”

  “For the love of all…get this girl out of here.” Ambrogio’s fists were balled at his sides.

  She shrugged out of Cesare’s grasp. “No need to be rude. I was leaving anyway. I’m going to see the David in all it’s glory. Can anyone tell me why he’s green?” Heather asked.

  “You really need to develop better taste in women, fratello mio.” Ambrogio said.

  Luca stood transfixed by Heather’s bountiful breasts on display in her strapless summer dress. “She wasn’t here last night because of her brains, obviously.”

  “You know I can hear you guys, right? Just tell me why the David is green, I have a report due on Monday. Please, Matteo.”

  “That’s not the real David. That copy is green because of oxidation. The real David is in the Accademia di Belle Arti. Boys, did you’re little friends ask their mother’s permission to stay for lunch?” Felicità entered the parlor with a plate of cheese, bread and ham.

  “Nonna, are you feeling alright today?” Ambrogio clamored around his grandmother.

  “Why wouldn’t I be feeling alright? The question is will you be feeling alright if I go into your room and find your bed unmade again. The maids are not your personal errand girls. I will not have my grandsons growing up unable to make their own beds.” Felicità said.

  “Wait, I’m so confused. What is going on here? Are we playing a game? Can I join in?” Heather asked.

  “I made some spuntini for you.” Felcità’s hands wobbled as she put the tray of snacks down on the table.

  “She’s having another episode,” Ambrogio said.

  “You absolutely must go to the Palazzo Vecchio to see the other copy of the David. The gem, the real David, is a treat best save for last. Once you’ve seen him at the Academy all copies pale in comparison.” Felicità straightened cushions and examined antiques for dust.

  Felicità summer tunic floated lightly around her with every twist and turn of her body. The silver ringlets styled in her hair teased her her lower back when she bent down over Heather to adjust the straps on her dress. The gesture allowed the girl’s assets to have some much needed support.

  Luca clapped his hands together in triumph. “Nonna, your a genius. The Palazzo Vecchio, Piazzale Michelangelo and the Accademia di Belle Arti are where we should look. I think the riddle is referring to the David, which technically is in three places at once. One is green, the other stands guard in the middle of city’s old fortifications.”

  Ambrogio finished his brother’s sentence. “The original is protected by the walls of the Academy. Robynne will be in one of those places. The question is where do we go first.”

  “Why do we have to choose? Send our guards and the truckloads of contacts we have doing our bidding at the police station to each site. I think we should go to the Accademia,” Luca said.

  “I agree. I have a strange feeling Robynne is there.” Adele said.

  On the verge of crying, Adele knew the more time they wasted, the closer Robynne came to dying. She quickly chased those t
houghts out of her mind.

  Felcità smiled with child-like wonder and ruffled Ambrogio and Luca’s hair. “How I adore taking you boys to the museum. As usual, your grandfather cannot come. His too busy with work to spend time with his family. We will have to hold hands, you know how you two love to run off. It took the museum staff ages to find you the last time. Don’t forget your notebooks.”

  Unaffected by Heather’s pleas to stay and play, Luca coaxed the vivacious blond to leave. Ambrogio met with the head of security who doled out teams to all three locations. Both siblings tried unsuccessfully to convince their grandmother to rest.

  Felicità’s motherly nature drifted over to Adele’s side where she sweetly overtook a few of her wild curls.

  “A child as young as you shouldn’t worry so much. You will get frown lines before your 18th birthday.” Felicita said.

  Adele’s tears, a constant uninvited guest in every conversation since she arrived in Italy, threatened to fall once more. She swiped at them, but nothing kept her tears at bay. “I will try not to worry.”

  “Ambrogio will come around eventually. You know how boys are. No tears. Don’t let him see you cry just yet. Save those tears for harder times than these,” Felicità said.

  “If there are harder times than these, I don’t want to see them.” Adele said.

  “Believe me, there will be. Luca and Ambrogio’s parent’s died ten years ago, but they had abandoned the boys at an early age, so they could jet set around the world. It takes them a while to trust, but they will get there. Don’t worry.” Felicita said.

  Chapter 31

  “The car is ready, Nonna.” Luca took her arm.

  “You are such a gentleman. You listen to me when I teach you things.” Felicita squeezed Luca’s cheek for emphasis. Embarrassed, his cheeks darkened to a deep shade of red.

  “I’m so proud of you two. Someone either ends up coming to me crying or nursing a black eye when you play your little spy games,” Felicita said.

  “Did they tell you about Francesca?” she asked.

  Ambrogio told the driver to speed up. “There’s no need to delve into stories from the past. I am sure that my friend doesn’t want to here them.”