Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
"I'm going to come, piccolina." I try to pull back, but she grabs my thighs, making it clear she wants me in her mouth. That move is enough to send me over the edge. I growl her name as cum shoots up my shaft, spilling past her lips.
Her eyes widen and then she swallows.
"Fuck," I grunt, my balls throbbing at the sight. My legs threaten to buckle as I come harder than I ever have. She takes it like the good girl she is, swallowing every drop.
I slip from her lips, gasping for breath. "Cristo, bella. Cristo." I drag her out of her chair and into my arms, kissing her hard and deep. "Mi fai impazzire." You drive me crazy.
"I know the feeling," she whispers back.
Marcello Genovese waits just outside the gates to my property, leaning against his Porsche with his arms crossed. The dark scowl on his face doesn't bode well for the impending conversation. If he brought anyone with him, though, I don't see them as I approach with Callandria at my side and Alessio and Antonio flanking us.
Callandria squeezes my hand, clearly anxious to face her brother. The similarities between them are obvious. They share the same amber eyes and Grecian features, though Marcello is over six feet tall.
Before Tommaso Genovese blew up our worlds, he and I got along well enough. We weren't necessarily good friends, but we weren't enemies either. We coexisted without malice, exchanging pleasantries whenever we crossed paths. At least, I thought we coexisted without malice between us. Perhaps I was wrong. Because he certainly said nothing when his fucking grandfather blackmailed Diego Butera into fanning the flames of war and then paid Carmine to try to kidnap Amalia.
"Easy," I murmur against Callandria's ear. "All will be well. Wait a moment, and let me speak to him."
"Luca."
"Wait, bella."
She huffs, and then nods reluctantly. Alessio and Antonio surround her, ensuring she's safe. If I die, I die. It is what it is. But they'll get her out of here to safety.
I don't think it'll come to that. At least not tonight. If her brother came looking for a fight, he would not have come alone. He would have come with an army. Apparently, Rafe's attempt to stall the sit-down didn't appease him. That should piss me off. Rafe is Capo dei capi. His word is law. Yet I appreciate the fact that Marcello cares enough about his sister to risk his life coming here to see her for himself. At least she's more than a paycheck to someone in that God-forsaken family.
"Valentino," he growls, pushing away from the Porsche as I approach the gates. His gaze shifts between me and the men guarding his sister, cold and assessing. "You really expect me to believe she's here by choice just because she walked out here holding your hand?"
"I don't really care what you believe," I say. "You showed up uninvited to my home after your family all but declared war on mine. The only reason I'm standing in front of you now is because she matters to me. You and your beliefs mean nothing."
"We declared war?" His eyebrows shoot up. "You left bodies scattered all over our fucking territory, and then the same night she disappears, a whole pile of them shows up on our doorstep."
"Tommaso Genovese killed the men scattered across your territory," I say. "We had nothing to do with that."
"Right. And I suppose your family didn't kill him, either."
"We admit full responsibility for the bodies left on Emilio's doorstep. We delivered them back to sender," I say with a shrug. "Perhaps next time your family decides to kidnap Rafe's regina and try to keep her from him, they'll think twice."
"And my grandfather?" Marcello growls.
"Violated the law. He's lucky he died quickly," I snap. "He wouldn't have shown the same mercy to anyone stupid enough to do the same, and you know it."
"Cazzo," Marcello spits, his jaw clenched. "So what now, Valentino? You punish us for his crimes by holding Callandria? You violate the law you killed him to uphold?"
"The principessa is precisely where she belongs," I snap back at him. "She made her choice. Ask her yourself. But if so much as a single hair on her head is harmed, I will rip your family's kingdom apart, Marcello. Nothing but rubble and a whisper of the Genovese name will remain."
"Cristo," he breathes. "You're in love with her."
I don't answer. It's not his business. I'm not even sure what I'd say anyway. I am in love with her. It's inexplicable, irrational, and impossible, yet it beats like a war drum in my chest anyway.
I lift my hand, gesturing for Antonio and Alessio to bring her to me. Marcello and I wait in silence for them to cross the few yards separating us.
"Dio," Marcello mutters under his breath when Callandria walks straight up to me.