Crossfire (Rarissime Book 1)

by Anna Widzisz

  His hand went to her thigh that was already a little smeared with her wetness. "I never took you for someone who'd enjoy hearing that kind of story," Elio whispered so that only she could hear him.

  Neither was she.

  Daddy issues.

  "Let's take it slow, baby girl."

  Those words on Elio's tongue sounded almost offensive. No piece of his black heart would give an indication that he would try to rein in his desires. But then he grabbed her wrists in an extremely tight hold with one hand, the other pressing under her knees as he pulled her down roughly. She was now laying on her back in the booth while he was hovering over her.

  Going slow had an entirely different meaning in Elio's dictionary.

  She felt something hard against her stomach but forced herself not to think or react to his erection. Two sexual advances in a matter of one hour were enough for her to learn how to squash any last pieces of common sense.

  He kissed her jawline, going down to her neck, her nipples tightening beneath her dress. She was pinned down without any possibility of escaping and that mere thought made her moan uncontrollably.

  Elio's hand came to her mouth, covering it and restraining the possibility of breathing through it.

  It was dark and she couldn't make out any emotion in the man's eyes. Whether he was angry at her or not. But the sudden gesture both surprised her and terrified. She grabbed his fingers at once to free herself of the pressure.

  He loosened it, kissing her temple. "Easy, Savannah. I'm not trying to hurt you. But you really need to curb the noises. Otherwise, I will have to stop," he warned her, his voice deep but soft.

  Desire easily recognizable.

  He didn't want to stop and neither did she. She nodded in agreement.

  He trailed his finger against her lips before crashing his down on hers. His tongue licked in an attempt to gain entrance which Savannah granted moaning once more. Thankfully, he swallowed any sound with such force that the girl almost choked on her own breath. Then once again her wrists were roughly pulled together above her head.

  Elio pulled out of the kiss as his fingers traced down to her panties, shoving them to the side. He dipped down, parting her. Feeling how her body reacted to his touch. She felt almost desperate. He stroked over her heated flesh before sliding one finger into her at last.

  Another moan was muted by his kiss. It seemed to be necessary as Savannah was going through all those edgy feelings that she had never experienced before and had a hard time containing herself. She was in the most delicious state of euphoria.

  He brought her hands down, pushing them into her stomach while he trailed lower with his kisses. Staying true to the theme of the story that had been reduced to mere background for what they were doing in the booth.

  Savannah didn't need to listen to it to feel hot.

  Working his finger in and out of her pussy was bothering at first and a little uncomfortable, however, with each kiss she was giving in to the feeling. Even though Elio couldn't possibly see her red cheeks, he could sense just how turned on she was. His skillful mouth only added to the overall sensation.

  He was taking his time, giving the girl every possibility to tell him to stop if that was what she wanted. But Savannah was numb and unable to think of anything other than having Elio touching her that it was more like torture for her than a chance to call it off.

  "So fucking perfect," she heard him whisper against her clit as he flicked her nub, running his tongue through her slit.

  Savannah held back her whimper, spreading her legs wider, making the dress roll up to her hips completely. It was like deja vu, even though it hadn't even been thirty minutes since she’d kept on grinding against Elio in another room, in a similar booth like the one they were in.

  He pushed another finger into her, stretching her even further.

  It was painful. The girl tensed, tears snapping to her eyes. Yet, she said nothing.

  "Shhh,"

  Elio clearly grasped her anxiety but instead of pulling out, he blew onto her clit. It was a tactic to distract her from the tenderness. The tantalizing scent of her arousal reached his nose. He didn't move his fingers and kept on trailing his tongue over her pussy lips.

  She relaxed.

  He took his sweet time before he started working inside her again. This time it felt better. She got used to the way Elio was rotating his fingers, bringing her closer to orgasm.

  And then he stopped just as she was about to come.

  A groan escaped her lips, making Elio chuckle.

  Such a smart girl and didn't realize that the knowledge she had come to gain tonight wasn't just to be thrown away and never used. Not where Elio was concerned. He enjoyed almost any sexual acts and he wanted to teach Savannah everything. They had time to really delve into all of those deeds.

  He released her wrists when she began to struggle against his hold. Only because he kept reminding himself that it was all new to her and having his way with her wouldn't end well. Savannah needed to trust him and feel safe. But for now, she just felt horny. And that was a good start to work his way up to the complete success and domination that he could never get enough of.

  "Elio, please," she begged.

  He massaged her stomach, moving his hands higher, exposing her breasts. "Please, what?"

  He sucked in one of her nipples.

  Savannah's hand automatically went to his hair, pulling at it. A heavy panting mixed with pleasure. She was barely holding on yet she couldn't come with Elio playing his own game with her. The story she’d heard in the orgasm control room was wonderful, however, she came to realize how annoying the kink itself was when it was happening to her. Especially when all the other times she’d tried to pleasure herself had ended in total failure. And surprisingly Elio had the potential to get her off without much effort.

  "Stop teasing me."

  Normally, Elio would play with her a little longer but the show was almost over and he wouldn't appreciate anyone else seeing Savannah like this. He lowered his head once more and this time he didn’t pull back. Instead, he sucked her clit into his mouth and she came under him in a matter of seconds. He trailed his open palm through her pussy, gathering her juices before licking them off.

  "You taste absolutely amazing, baby girl," he said as his fingers skimmed over her lips next. "Open," he demanded.

  On cue she breathed out, letting his finger slide inside her mouth. She tasted herself. Heady and a little sweet flavor filled her up. She felt Elio's breath on her but was glad that she couldn't see his gaze. It would be more embarrassing and perplexing if he were to examine her expression.

  Because there should be shame and regret.

  But they didn't come.

  Nothing really mattered right now, other than this.

  Because for the first time she thought about herself, put herself first. And even if this was the only time, she could afford to do so...

  It didn't fucking matter.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  On Sunday Elio was invited to his parents' house for dinner. Or rather Mother begged with the excuse that she hadn't seen him in a long time. It was true but also not why she wanted him there. Since Fabro, too, had recently moved out, she was alone in a house with a true predator who fed on her fear and innocence.

  The least he could do was show up. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

  Stepping through the front doors, he already knew something was wrong. The guards were nowhere to be seen which was surprising by itself. Father rarely gave them a free day. Others didn’t matter to him. He used to say that they were there for the twins and their mother's protection but it was bullshit. When they were younger, seeing men armed to the teeth was supposed to make them think twice before doing something wrong. However, their main reason for being here was to make sure that Mother didn't run.

  As if she were strong enough to do that.

  As if she were smart enough to survive.

  Her only way out wo
uld be Noah Falcone who was the only person with power over Gastone. But he didn't give a fuck about his soldiers' home life. Rightfully so. It was too much work on top of everything else. Especially since most families were a complete screw-up.

  Money and position were the only things Made Men cared about. So what if the couple wasn't compatible? As long as they don't kill each other all was well. That's how they saw it.

  The concept arranged marriages was a fucking joke for Elio.

  Now when he met Savannah even more than before.

  Fabro came down the stairs, greeting his brother with a smirk. Whatever percentage of asshole Elio was, Fabro went beyond one hundred without much trouble. He extended his hand, stopping the man from going further into the house.

  "Father knows about the waitress," he murmured.

  Fuck.

  Elio knew that going to Ecstasy could end up biting him in the ass. Especially when they'd come across its owner, Coluccio. The man was a big gossip and he couldn't help himself from mentioning that he had seen the man's son in the club.

  Normally, it wouldn't be as much of a problem. It wasn't even the first time he took a girl there. With that, he could easily maneuver his way out of uncomfortable questions. However, the look Fabro was giving him told him that they knew it wasn't just another whore. And with Father's plans to look like one big happy family who worked together, there would be hell to pay for that evening.

  "Why are you telling me this?"

  Fabro shrugged. "I want to see what you're going to come up with."

  They moved towards the dining room. Laid out on the long oak table was a ridiculous amount of food that would last at least several more days. At the sight of the delicacies, almost anyone’s mouth would water. Mother had outdone herself which only meant that she was nervous. She knew that this dinner might not go well, depending on how Elio planned on playing off the waitress card.

  He looked down at his hip where his knife was ready to be used. Just in case. It had become a habit for him to be careful in Father's company. And he only wished that fucking Coluccio would be here so that he could kill two birds with one stone. Almost literally.

  His face was cold stone.

  He wasn't afraid.

  Not when he had survived with this monster for twenty-one years. Besides, it made it easier to know that his Capo actually wasn't as keen on the Capodecina he’d first thought. Whatever was to happen today wouldn't be supported by Noah in the long run. And as much of a dickhead as his father was, he would think twice before running into fire because of one stupid rumor that Elio had no intention of admitting.

  At least not the way it really was.

  Gastone was sitting in one of the chairs at one end of the table. His hands were crossed over his chest as his eyes scrutinized his son the moment he stepped into the room. He wanted to look tough and scary without realizing that Elio didn't respect him enough to think twice before putting a blade in his eye. Then the other one for good measure.

  Respect had come when he was eleven and he'd seen Father killing one of his brothers for stealing money from him.

  Famiglia was more important than blood.

  Elio had admired it.

  Until it was Mother who was laying on the floor in the bedroom, naked with a broken jaw and countless bruises covering her body.

  That was the first time he knew that his moral compass was broken beyond repair. Because making their family strong was also the way to make the Famiglia strong. And Gastone destroyed it all, enforcing his sick ideas of what was right or wrong.

  Just like a previous Capo dei Capi had.

  Father never said 'I love you'. He wasn't one of those parents who spun their children around by their arms until they were dizzy. He didn't build him a go-cart or dance with him to rock 'n' roll. He watched after his money, power and position. He toughened him enough that it could reflect badly on him if his own son overthrew him.

  And that wasn't actually such a far-fetched possibility.

  Elio was wiser, stronger and, even if only few, he had morals.

  The only thing stopping him was his loyalty to the Famiglia. And it didn't go hand in hand with questioning his Capodecina, no matter what. So unless the Capo dei Capi decided to do another deep-cleaning he was stuck as Father's bitch for the foreseeable future.

  He hated that.

  "What have you told that fucking waitress?" Gastone snapped.

  Elio sat down in his usual, nonchalant manner. "Since when do I tell anything to the women I fuck?"

  He swallowed the desire to slash Father's throat for the way he talked about Savannah. Even if he wasn't much better. The difference was - Gastone wouldn't waver to kill the girl, and Elio only wanted to protect her.

  That was the kind of thank-you she would get for warning them about Hunter's betrayal.

  That was how fucked up the man's rules were.

  The Capodecina's eyebrow rose. He didn't believe his Enforcer's words. "Is that so? Then explain to me why she came to you in the first place?"

  Fabro smirked. "You can dispense with saying something about the magic your cock works."

  His twin knew exactly what was running through Elio's head. As arrogant as he was, those were the words that were escaping his lips. "Then maybe you should do a little research as to why it doesn't work that well for you, brother," he snorted.

  Fabro made towards his brother, hands in fists.

  A futile gesture since he barely used violence. All he knew was how to pull the trigger and talk shit. He would lose.

  "Enough!" yelled Father, standing up.

  At once, both men listened and stopped in their tracks. They were only eyeing each other in case one would still decide to go against a direct order.

  "Elio, Fabro, try to be more respectful towards each other," said Mother from behind, however, as Gastone raised his hand to silence her she backed away. Those were exactly the moments Elio just couldn't swallow. She was giving up without a fight even though she should have had as much control over her sons as her husband. Good thing was that they didn't have a daughter because she would be raised as a coward, too.

  Gastone looked at Elio again. "Talk."

  "What do you want me to say? Does it even matter why she told me? Good thing that she did. I'm not going to question it if it gave us a head start against the Bratva."

  "Coluccio said that you looked like you didn't want to be seen. As if you were hiding that girl."

  Elio laughed.

  It was true but he would never admit it. Savannah should stay as far away from Made Men as possible. Granted, he wasn’t not going to take that advice himself. "Tell that to Flavio whom she talked to a few minutes later."

  Lie.

  Lie.

  Lie.

  The girl hadn't talked to Flavio, barely acknowledged him, however, mentioning him was a strategic move. As the Capo dei Capi's brother, there were high chances that Noah knew and didn't give a fuck. And no soldier had the fucking right to question him. Not even a Capodecina.

  Whatever Noah knew or suspected held no importance until Father asked him himself. And that would happen anytime soon.

  Fabro wasn't convinced. "How much does she know about us?"

  "Probably as much as any other person in this goddamned city. It's not like we pretend to be model citizens. People who work with us or for us know shit. And they spread those things around. I don't do much talking with girls."

  He felt as he was going deeper and deeper into this situation. Being reasonable wasn't enough for his family to let it go. Especially since they already shoved it away back in the club right after the kill.

  He looked at Mother, seeing that she was extremely terrified as to what would happen. As a child he’d got hurt for any small misconception - talking without being told to, even looking the wrong way at someone. A blow to the face was the least that could have happened then. The worst? Being beaten up to a near-death state. Sadly, that had been the case, as well.

  Now t
hat he was twenty-one and could actually stand up for himself and fight back, it still wasn't certain that he would. Respect demanded to give yourself wholly to the Famiglia. And since Capodecina was an important position, representing a big part of it, going against it might be considered betrayal.

  The choice was between the devil and the deep blue sea.

  Unless Gastone decided to leave it alone.

  "Fabro," said Father. "You'll pay a visit to that waitress. Get a feel as to what she knows."

  This option Elio hadn't thought of. There was no use wasting time on him when he could survive the worst without saying a fucking thing. Savannah was fragile and it took her a while to feel somewhat safe around him. And that was also the case of the sexual acts they had engaged in back in Coluccio's club.

  Seeing Fabro alone would be a terrifying experience for her. Yet he kept his expression stone cold as if he could care less. Even a slight hint of the possessiveness that burned within him could destroy everything he’d tried so hard to build over the years. His reputation couldn't suffer.

  But he also wanted to protect Savannah.

  He’d promised her this. And didn't want to break his promise.

  Not to her.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Red.

  Everything went red.

  His vision blurred as a flame curled in the pit of his stomach. His brain went on overdrive as it picked every moment that he'd spent fighting. The memories weighed down on him but instead of breaking even more, his heart turned ice cold and slunk into the shadows as his brain took complete control. The flames in his stomach rose to his chest, burning in his veins. They took over the rest of his body. His fingers curled into fists, slamming into the sandbag that was hanging from the ceiling. The pain pierced his hands but he barely felt it. Waves of fury rolled off him as blood rushed to his cheeks. The term anger barely even touched the tip of the volcano that he so clearly had become in that moment.