[Made Men 6] The Root of All Evil
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“It’s over, Giada. It’s all over.” Andreas kissed her forehead, held her tight, and rocked her in his arms.
Epilogue
“How is she holding up? Is the therapy working?” Fedarro asked Andreas.
Andreas looked toward the table where Giada sat next to Giuseppe, holding on to his arm and listening to her friends talking.
“It’s going to take time. She still can’t sleep at night and wakes up jerking away from whichever one of us is holding her because she thinks it’s Emanuel.”
“Fuck that has to be tough. I’m sure with time it will pass. Who knows what he did to her. Plus, she was drugged, too.”
“She said he didn’t rape her. That’s a positive. But he did touch her. He kept her drugged up in his bed, and he held her at night, made her lie there naked.” Andreas ran his hands through his hair and then downed the rest of his drink.
Fedarro placed his hand on his shoulder. “It’s over, Andreas. She fought hard when she needed to, and she stabbed that fucking dick. She shot another guy. She fought to get away from them and to get back to you, Dominick, and Giuseppe. Just love her, and everything else will work itself out.”
Andreas exhaled and then nodded. “What are we going to do about Miami?”
“He’s probably going to stay clear of any of us. He won’t show his face because he knows his life is over. Sure we all wish he hadn’t escaped, but he did, and if he comes anywhere near Giada, near any of our women or any of us, he’s as good as dead. Plus, we have feelers out there looking for him, too.”
“We aren’t going to be taking any chances, Fedarro. Times are changing. The respect isn’t there like it used to be.”
“I agree,” Fedarro said.
Then Andreas saw Dominick. He didn’t look happy at all. He appeared angry and had been having a difficult time getting over Giada’s abduction and how she’d been treated. He felt responsible.
“Dominick will come around, too. He needs to work this out his way. Giada’s a strong woman, and she’ll help him. She’ll help all of you while you’re helping her heal,” Fedarro told him.
“I hope so, or else it’s going to cause a wedge between them and between him, Giuseppe, and me. I try not to think of those videos and what Emanuel did to her and what she told us. I know she didn’t share everything. I get that. Dominick needs more time to get past what happened and not blame himself.”
“He will, Andreas. Just keep on him. Make sure he knows it wasn’t his fault and to take this time to love Giada and be grateful she’s alive and with the three of you. Remember, Mateus and I know how you feel. We could have lost Gisella.”
Andreas nodded and looked back at the table where Giuseppe and Giada sat. It appeared that she wanted to get up.
* * * *
Giada sat between Giuseppe and Andreas on the ride back to the penthouse. Brew was in the passenger seat, and Train was driving. Behind them were Royce and Logic and another two vehicles of men. She held on to Andreas’s hand and leaned against his side. Giuseppe kept a hand on her thigh, and she inhaled their scents, the familiar cologne, the feel of their masculinity and sizes. She looked down at her arm, still bandaged from the knife wound, but it was healing nicely. She closed her eyes and willed the uneasy feeling from her gut. She was safe now. As long as she was with one of her men and the security guys, she was safe. Emanuel was dead.
When the SUV stopped and parked in the underground parking garage, she felt anxious. It was a process she needed to work through. Lots of things frightened her, put her on edge, or made her feel antsy. Giuseppe offered his hand, and she took it but then waited for Andreas and took his hand, too. He slipped his arm around her back, and they walked with her together. Dominick was behind them. When they got into the elevator, she gripped their hands and waited until they got to the penthouse.
“Good night,” Brew said to her.
She said good night to him and then the others. So did her men.
“Want something to drink?” Andreas asked her.
She shook her head. Dominick walked toward the windows and looked out with his hands on his hips. She could tell that Giuseppe and Andreas had noticed his demeanor. He had been keeping his distance. He seemed angry, and she knew he was trying to deal with everything that had happened, just like she had been. She needed them close to her, inside of her, and loving her.
She walked over to Dominick and slid under his arm. He immediately pulled her close, and she snuggled against him. His hand slid along her hip to her rear and back up again. She looked up at him. His chin tilted up, his eyes straight ahead. He felt tense, and his heart was racing. She heard it.
“Dominick, can you help me?” she asked him.
He looked down, squinting at her. “What do you need, baby?” He stared down into her eyes.
“You,” she said to him, took his hand, and led him through the living room and to the bedroom. She glanced at Andreas and Giuseppe, who stood still, looking unsure. “Andreas and Giuseppe, I need you, too.”
Dominick placed his hands on her hips and held her gaze as she began to unbutton his dress shirt. She slid her hands inside and inhaled his cologne.
“Your arm, baby.”
“Is fine. You’ll be careful. I know you’ll take care of me.”
He looked away, and she knew then for sure that he blamed himself for what had happened to her. She needed to fix this. She needed all of him. “I love you, Dominick. Don’t you still love me?” She pressed his shirt away from his body.
“What? Of course I love you, Giada. More than anything, I do.”
“Then stop blaming yourself for what happened to me. It was him, not you or your brothers or your cousin. There were a lot of factors. I shouldn’t have gone to that door alone. I should have followed my gut about Uncle Les. I should have accepted more of your control without resistance. There are lots of things we all could have changed, and maybe what happened wouldn’t have, but we can’t do that. We can’t live with regrets, with blaming ourselves. We’re together, Dominick. You, me, Andreas, and Giuseppe. We’re a family. You’re all I have left in this world. You’re all I’ll ever need. Please, Dominick, I need you, each of you, to help me heal. To help me forget his touch, his words, his control, please, Dominick I—”
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His brothers and his cousin joined in undressing her, and when Dominick pulled from her lips, he stepped from his pants as Andreas unzipped her dress. They were naked in no time, and Dominick lifted her and placed her gently onto the bed. He looked at her body from above. He stroked her nipple then along her ribs. She shivered and shook.
“Love me.”
“Always.’ He lowered down between her legs and licked her pussy.
Andreas and Giuseppe climbed onto the bed and joined him. They kissed her skin from wrists to shoulders and from nipples and breasts to her belly. They each took turns licking and sucking her cream from her cunt then positioning her to their liking. She absorbed it all—their hands, not his; their mouths, not his; their loving touch that healed her inch by inch and kiss by kiss.
As she climbed onto Dominick, she slid her wet pussy right over his cock and exhaled. “I missed you so,” she whispered.
He cupped her breasts. “Not as much as I missed you.”
She smiled, lowered, and kissed his mouth. She started with the corners then the center and along his chin and neck then back up to his lips just as Andreas slid a finger of lube to her anus. Giuseppe caressed her hair, and she turned to look at him. He was a god, with his tan complexion and his large hand fisting his cock and stroking it.
“Can you?” he asked.
“I want to,” she said and lowered her mouth to his cock and licked the tip before pulling him into her mouth. Her body adjusted to the familiar feel of her men taking from her body, claiming her again. She felt the tightness in her core, and then Andreas pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He slid into her ass, and they all exhaled in relief and pl
easure. Very slowly, almost in a tortuous manner, her men stroked their cocks into her, made love to her, empowered their bond with every stroke.
“Heaven. Inside of you is heaven,” Dominick said.
Then they started to move faster, deeper.
“I’m there, baby.” Giuseppe came in her mouth.
She licked him clean, and he kissed her cheeks and her mouth after he pulled out and slid from the bed. Andreas came next and then her, along with Dominick. They rolled her to the side, cleaned her up, and cared for her. She clung to Dominick and kissed his chest as Andreas kissed her spine, her ass, and then her shoulders and Giuseppe kissed her calves and ran a hand up her thigh and calf over and over again as he lay at the bottom of the bed.
She smiled and closed her eyes. This was happiness, success, and completion. She had her three men to cherish and love, men who would protect her, care for her, and love her every day. The money, the power, the fancy cars, and high-priced items didn’t mean anything at all. The love they shared did. The power of their bond did. That was what life was all about. She was the richest woman alive.
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
About the Author
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue