“Surprise? What’s the surprise?”
He pulls the car back on the road and makes his way to the bridge.
“I may only be your pretend boyfriend as you say, but I figured you’d need a tour of New York City. Caterina tipped me off you’ve only been here a few times. So, I booked us a night at one of the best luxury hotels in the city and I figured I’d show you around a little bit.”
I smile wide.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I packed everything you’ll need in the bag. I even put in those slippers you love so much.”
He pays attention when I talk? He planned a whole surprise night for me?
Wow.
He may not be the best with expressing his feelings.
Or communicating.
Or much of anything that makes a relationship successful.
But one thing I am finding out is that my hard as nails mafia man can be soft on the inside.
And sweet.
And caring.
For a Mafioso, I mean.
Chapter 7
Nello
My little witness is seriously going to give me a stroke.
She doesn’t know just how bad it is that she overheard that conversation.
She’s already a liability with all she knows so far, but now after hearing that conversation she just dug herself in a deeper hole. If anyone in the famiglia catches word she knows about us being involved in the deaths of Davide and Tammy, she’s fucked.
Uncle Sal has been on a rampage over the whole incident since last night. He thinks Davide should’ve been brought in for questioning and tortured for answers. While I would’ve liked that too, having Niccolo do it was better. We don’t need the Crisantis finding out they have someone on the inside. That could kill our connection with Niccolo. It would also literally kill Niccolo, but sadly in our world that would just be an afterthought. I don’t know why Uncle Sal doesn’t see all of this.
Tammy’s death wasn’t so much a big deal to him. Tony is the one up in arms about that. Miranda, who works at the club and is in charge of the women, has been up his ass about Tammy. Apparently, she brought in the most money. Tony and Miranda had a little thing going on last year, so he tends to try and please her even if it gets in the way of business.
That’s the exact reason why Uncle Sal doesn’t want him promoted to Don. His priorities are all kinds of fucked up.
Stefano is set to take over one day, although Tony is still in denial his little brother is going to surpass him in the ranks.
We park the car and I help her out. She looks beautiful and it amazes me how she barely needs to do much to enhance her beauty. She’s nothing like my usual type of girl and it’s a breath of fresh air.
We walk to the restaurant and I keep my hand on the small of her back. I’m feeling even more possessive of her than usual and I’m ready to punch anyone who looks at her a little too long.
I move my arm around her shoulders and I kiss her head as we come up on the restaurant. I’m making sure my claim is known.
The staff at the restaurant knows who I am so when we walk in so we are immediately brought to a table.
I watch Violet as her eyes skim the menu. They widen as she reads and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s unsure of what the dishes are or if it’s because of the prices.
“What’s on your mind, dolcezza?”
“I’m not sure what a lot of this is. Not to mention everything’s so expensive.”
Bingo.
“I can order for both of us.” I reach forward and take her menu.
“Hey, that reminds me! You froze my credit card, didn’t you?”
I feel my mouth try to smile. It’s a weird feeling.
“Nello, are you laughing at me? Are you actually smiling?”
I try and compose myself quickly and reach for my glass of wine.
“You’re smiling! Don’t try and hide it! I never see you smile!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I froze your credit card as a punishment for talking back to me.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Hey, it could be worse. I could give you a spanking for it, instead.”
I see heat flash in her eyes.
Fuck.
Now I’ll never make it through this dinner.
I try to discreetly adjust myself as my dick presses up against my zipper.
I should’ve known my little witness would like my comment.
I clear my throat and try to focus on the menu.
The waiter comes over and I can’t even think. All I want to do is take Violet into the back and get under that sexy red dress of hers.
My eyes travel to her breasts and I appreciate how the low neck pushes them together.
I distractedly order us the burrata to start.
“Wait, what is that?”
I resume my ogling of her breasts.
“Don’t worry, dolcezza. You’ll like it.”
“I was talking with Caterina last night and I know the perfect place to look for a dress for the banquet. She said it’s where she’s going to look for hers, actually. I’m so happy she’s going, too. At least I’ll know a few people.”
Oh, fuck. I forgot I’m taking her shopping after this. All I can think of right now is plunging myself into her wet heat.
The rest of dinner goes well but the entire time I’m so focused on her mouth closing around her fork.
I watch every time her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
When she moans over the dessert I almost bust in my pants.
I pay the bill quickly. I don’t even look at how much it is. Frankly, I don’t even give a fuck.
We’re going to have to stop at the hotel before I take her shopping otherwise I’m going to end up fucking her in a dressing room.
We pay and she gathers her purse and I lead her out of the restaurant. We’re almost at the car when I completely lose my boner.
“Va-let! Holy crap! What a pleasant surprise. Is that really you?”
What in the ever loving fuck is happening?
I watch with daggers in my eyes as some hillbilly in a suit comes up and starts hugging my girl.
Okay, so he doesn’t look like a hillbilly. He looks like a regular New Yorker. But his accent is thicker than Violet’s and for some reason I want to rip her right out of his embrace and punch him in the mouth.
He releases her and she awkwardly backs herself up next to me again. I immediately grab onto her hip and pull her to my side.
Mine.
Violet still hasn’t spoken and I’m awaiting to find out who the hell this fucker is.
“So how ya’ll doin’? You’re in the Big Apple now?”
I clear my throat and Violet comes to her senses.
“Todd, this is Antonello.” She turns to me. “Nello, this is Todd. I, uh, I know him from back home.”
I’m stunned. Her accent is suddenly as thick as ever.
He reaches his hand out to shake mine and I make sure I completely crush his fingers in my grip.
“Nice to meet you there, buddy.” He nods to me.
“Likewise,” I respond, my voice laced with acid.
The way Violet’s acting and the way she’s sticking to my side like Velcro has me thinking this is anything but a pleasant surprise.
“Okay, well, it’s so good to see you Va-let.” He acts as if I’m not standing right here. “Listen, if you’re ever interested in goin’ out for a drink sometime I still have the same number. I’d love to catch up. Talk about the old memories. Make some new ones.” He gives her a wink and starts walking away. Violet tries to pull me to the car but I see tears in her eyes.
“What the fuck was that?”
She doesn’t answer me.
“Violet, I’m talking to you. What was that about?”
“That’s my ex-boyfriend.” She looks ashamed. Her cheeks redden and she looks down at her feet. “I followed him to Kentucky for school. Halfway through my
sophomore year I found out he was two timing me. When I had gone home to clear out my grandmother’s house after she died, apparently he found another girlfriend. He was dating both of us at the same time for almost a year. When I found out and confronted him he told me if I wasn’t such a pain in the ass he wouldn’t have had to do it. I was so hurt I dropped out, went back to Georgia, and I never finished school. I’ll never forget what he said to me that day. I’ll never forget the way he made me feel.”
“Violet, you get in that car right now.”
“Why, what are you doing? Nello, please,” she begs me.
“Get in.”
I put her in the car and lock the door. I turn and stalk down the street. Fucker didn’t get far.
“Todd, let’s take a walk,” I tell him as I come up behind him.
I drag him into an alleyway.
I punch him in the face. The feel of flesh against my knuckles is a welcoming feeling to me. I know I’m fucked up. I grab him by the collar and I push him up against the side of the building. I hold his throat with my forearm and enjoy the sounds as he gasps a few times, trying to breathe.
He looks like he’s going to piss himself. Excellent.
I open my jacket and make sure he can see my gun.
“If you ever, so help me fucking God, come near my woman again, if you so much as talk to her, or even fucking look at her, I will rip you apart,” I growl at him, “piece by fucking piece.”
I shove him harder before I release him. He falls to the ground in a heap and I hear him apologizing like a blubbering baby.
I straighten my suit before exiting the alleyway and going back to my car.
When I get back to Violet she’s in better spirits.
“What happened? That was crazy. Nobody has ever stood up for me before!”
“Dolcezza, do me a favor.”
“Yes?”
“Shut your mouth and put your seatbelt on. Let’s go find you a dress for this banquet.” I feel my mouth start to smirk again. I know she sees it.
She leans over and kisses me on the cheek.
We arrive at the shop and it’s better than I expected.
Since Caterina shops here it’s very high end. We have the place to ourselves and they set me up in a large leather chair with a glass of whiskey. Violet’s been in the dressing room with an attendant and she pops out every five minutes to model each dress. Actually, I think the second one is perfect, but I let her keep trying them on. She’s having too much fun and I’m enjoying the show.
Well, my cock is at least.
She comes out in the tenth dress and my eyes light up when she trails around in sparkling gold. It’s embellished with beads and rhinestones and it does wonders for her curves. It makes her ass look amazing.
“This is a mermaid dress from the Umbello Collection,” the attendant explains. I don’t know what the fuck she’s telling me. All I know is Violet looks mouth-watering.
My eyes trail along the plunging neckline and when she turns I admire how her entire back is exposed. Her long hair cascades down her back right now, but I can only imagine what it will look like when it’s pulled up.
“It’s a brand new style from this line and it’s very exclusive--”
“Yup. We’ll take it.”
“Nello, you like this one?” Violet turns and looks at herself through different angles in the mirrors.
“Yes. This is the one. It’s perfect. Come on. Let’s get you shoes and whatever else you want. Let’s go, dolcezza.”
I rush her back into the dressing room so we can get the show on the road here. I don’t know how much longer my raging hard on can take it.
Violet
Nello’s been spoiling me. I ended up buying three dresses, three pairs of shoes and two evening bags. I don’t even want to know how much all this cost.
I’m astonished when we walk into the hotel. It’s bright and clean and it smells delicious. There’s wine in the lobby and everyone is treating us like royalty. This is a whole new world for me.
We get into the elevator and I’m thankful we’re alone.
The doors barely closed and Nello is pressed up against me. I feel his dick hard in his pants as he grinds against me. I grab him in an embrace and my arm grazes his gun inside his jacket. I think it excites me even more.
The elevator opens right to our room and we reluctantly pull apart.
The room is a gorgeous corner suite. I run over to the floor to ceiling windows to look out. I feel like I’m suspended in the air as I look out at the entire city spread before me. The city lights are incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Nello, this is so crazy! Come here, you have to see it!”
He’s taking off his jacket and I hear a thud as he puts his gun down.
I’m admiring the lit up buildings contrasting against the dark night sky when I see Nello in the reflection coming up behind me.
He reaches around my waist from behind and he pulls me in close. I could stay like this forever with him holding me.
“Thank you for dinner and for the dresses. That was really sweet of you to take me.”
“Of course,” he tells me between peppering kisses along my neck. I turn my head to give him better access and reach up to lace my fingers through his hair.
I think of the perfect way to thank him.
I turn around to face him and I walk him back until his legs hit the desk. I slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
After all this time he still intimidates me.
I kiss his chest and slowly make my way down his hard stomach, feeling the muscles tensing under my lips. I undo his belt and slowly unzip his pants, letting them fall to his ankles.
“You don’t have to do this,” he rasps. His voice sounds deeper than usual.
I bring my eyes up to meet his. “But I want to.”
I release his cock from his briefs and it’s as hard as granite.
I know I’ve been driving him nuts all night.
I stroke it a few times and I look up to see those blue eyes piercing through me. His brows are pinched and I can tell he likes what I’m doing. I start out slow but when I speed up I hear his breathing quicken. It’s exhilarating, knowing it’s me that’s making him react this way.
I lean forward and I lick the underside of his shaft with the flat part of my tongue.
His grip is firm on the edge of the desk and I watch as he leans his head back.
I see a little bit of liquid come out of the tip so I lick it with the tip of my tongue. He’s back to watching me intently and I can see the lust burning in his eyes.
I swirl my tongue around him before opening wide and taking him all in.
He releases a deep groan. Something flicks on inside me and I want to make him do it again.
I bob my head up and down and I use my hand to stroke his base. I relax my throat muscles and take him in deeper. He groans again. I love seeing his walls come down. I feel my own arousal pooling between my legs.
I suck harder until I hollow out my cheeks. He reaches forward and puts his hands through my hair. He guides my head back and forth but he surprises me when he thrusts into my mouth. He’s a little more forceful than I expected and I gag. I forget he’s not used to being gentle. A feel a tear drip down the side of my face.
He loosens up on his hold and I focus on relaxing my throat muscles again. I bob and suck and I try to focus on pleasing him. I slide him back down my throat and that’s when he groans again.
“Dolcezza,”
I know he’s trying to warn me.
“Violet, baby,”
I take him in as deep as I can and I hear him moan.
“Fuck, Violet,”
His cock pulsates in my mouth and I feel hot cum shoot down the back of my throat. I swallow quickly. He’s breathing heavy and he looks down at me through heavily lidded eyes. Seeing him come apart like that was incredible. I pop him out of my mouth. I lick a
long the sides of his shaft before I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Dio Santo, Violet.” He runs his hand down his face.
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