Hidden Witness 3: Tony's Story: A Second Chance Mafia Romance (Tony & Nadine) (Hidden Witness Series Book 3)

by Posey Parks

  We spend most Sunday evenings at Mick’s house, his grandfathers, or Sergio’s house, of course. After dinner, Tony remained in Sergio’s office for at least an hour, discussing business. I haven’t met Dillon and Dominic. The weekends Tony and I have dinner at Sergio’s the boys are away at Mick’s or their grandfathers house. Sometimes Fran and I talk. Other times, I study in Fran’s office. Tony’s family has become my special family.

  Gazing out the window as the car carries us to our destination, my fingers graze the gold metal laying against my chocolate chest. I gripped the beautiful diamond in my hand which reminds me how much Tony loves me. I don’t even bother asking Tony about other women. It’s obvious how much time he spends with me, he’s not making time for other women.

  A smile curled my lips at the thought of the night before last. Tony drank exceedingly too much. We browsed the internet, searching for new furniture for his house. Tony is getting accustomed to the idea that his family’s home is now his own. No more family estate. It’s been hard on Tony.

  Sometimes I catch him flipping through old photo albums of him and his family. I wondered if I should walk away and let him be alone, but I didn’t. I asked him to share his memories. The sparkle in my man’s eyes, was soft and undeniable love. He kissed my temple, pulled me into his arms and told a story about each photo.

  Tony has enlightened me on every facet of his life. The things I know honestly could get me killed. I try to push those thoughts out of my mind. Anyway, back to the night we searched the website for furniture. Tony drank glass after glass of whiskey. I drank too but not as much.

  Honestly, sometimes I encourage him to drink and relax, because those were the times Tony told me he loved me. If I asked a question, he was honest. I asked how he felt about me staying over so much. Tony admitted he wanted me to live with him. He also admitted, I am more than enough woman for him. And how he can’t wait for me to finish school, so he can get me pregnant.

  When we made love, he cried. He said if something were to happen to me he would die. I soothed and shushed him. His lips slowly devoured mine. Hovering over me, he stared into my eyes. “I love you, Nadine. I love you with all my heart.”

  I couldn’t believe it. He’s said those words before when he was drunk, but this time it was different. It was clear he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life.

  A man like Tony doesn’t express his feelings. He’s a big sexy, brooding man, who does not wear his heart on his sleeve.

  He spoke Italian that night. Never had he spoke Italian while we made love. He translated nothing he said. I was determined to find out what the words meant he so eloquently stated.

  Bella mia, sarai mia moglie. My beautiful, you will be my wife.

  His lips fell upon mine again. My fingers dug into his muscled back as he circled inside me. We came together as one. It was one of the most beautiful nights, I ever had with Tony Magarelli.

  Lifting his arm, I wrapped his arm around me, nuzzling into his side. Tony kissed the top of my head.

  “How long before we arrive at the hotel?”

  “About fifteen minutes.”

  I dozed off.

  ∞

  Tony and I strolled the streets of Florence, Italy. We weren’t alone. Cruz was with us. Tony’s cousins from Italy, Nado and Terelo also guarded us. They are the sons of his grandfather’s brother, Terelo Sr.

  I wore a long white flowing maxi dress. The white linen suit and straw Fedora Tony wore made my pussy ache with need. I couldn’t rid the wide grin on my face. Not to mention he smelled fucking amazing. The woodsy, citrus cologne was driving me crazy.

  “Tony, it’s nice to hear you speak Italian. You rarely speak Italian when we are alone.”

  He halted on the Ponte Vecchio bridge in the summer heat, along the river of Arno. “When have I directly spoken Italian to you?” One of his eyebrows rose.

  I laughed. “Tony, you remember.”

  “Nadine, I don’t remember.”

  If I tell him he talks to me in Italian when he’s drunk, he won’t drink around me anymore.

  “Well, maybe you should speak Italian more, then next time you will remember.” I caressed his face bringing his lips against mine.

  “I want to know what you are saying,” I breathed. My eyes roamed his sexy chiseled face. I feel drunk in Tony’s presence. He is my alcohol.

  “I have a solution. Add Italian to you course load this fall. I’ll pay for it. Then we can have conversations in Italian.”

  “Wait, you carry on full conversations in Italian?”

  He dropped his head back in laughter. “Baby, both my parents are Italian.” He motioned his arms in the air. “Which means I’m Italian. My parents spoke to us more in Italian than they did in English. Taking this course would be good for you. When you meet my Mother, you both can speak in Italian.”

  I smiled brightly. He’s doing it again, letting me know how important I am to him. I love it. I stared into his clear blue eyes running my hands along his chest.

  “I know what you’re getting at.” He snatched me close, leaning into my ear. “I know what you want, Kitten. Now isn’t the time. We have work to do. Currently, we are touring. I’ll tell you all about Italy, take you to lunch, then shopping. Tonight, on the villa balcony, I will fuck you, so good.”

  I swallowed hard, nearly choking. My heart raced. “Tony…”

  “Nadine, calm down.”

  I licked my lips, suggestively.

  He glanced toward the sky then back into my eyes. “I’m going to eat your pussy, when have I not?”

  My eyes closed briefly.

  “My naughty girl,” he whispered. “Don’t you dare cum on the side walk, while my men watch.”

  I clenched my pussy lips then cleared my throat. “All right, back to the tour.” I smiled.

  Tony intertwined our fingers stepping over to the rail overlooking the river. Boats leisurely sailed up and down the body of water. Romance filled the city. This was the ultimate vacation.

  “The bridge we are standing on was built around 996. Later, it was destroyed by a flood in 1117. The bridge was reconstructed in stone. In 1333, the bridge was swept away a second time. In 1345, the bridge was reconstructed again.”

  “I take it, it’s safe now?” I laughed.

  “It is,” Tony smiled.

  Tony pointed toward the beautiful tan and cream-colored buildings surrounding us.

  “The buildings still hold the old charm, even under construction.”

  “They are beautiful.”

  “My great-great grandparents were born in this city. I will take you to the family home, tomorrow.”

  We continued to walk along the bridge.

  “You have a vast knowledge of Italy.”

  “My family used to travel to Florence every summer. We only stopped because my grandfather stopped making the trip after my grandmother passed away.”

  “I’m sorry for your loss, Tony.”

  He brought my hand to his lips, pressing his gentle lips against my skin. “Thank you.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  NADINE

  Later that night, Tony kept his promise. Fucking me long and hard on the patio over-looking the sparkling blue swimming pool. My passionate screams echoed throughout the countryside.

  Tony’s hands brushed my white tank top half way up my back. My bare breasts rocked back and forth against the half balcony wall. My lower half was shielded by the cream-colored balcony. Tony’s naked chiseled frame pressed against me. Tightly, I gripped the rail as Tony drilled into my wetness.

  “Cum for me, Nadine!” Tony yelled out in the warm night air.

  “Ah, Tony!”

  Holding my hips tight, Tony slid my pussy back and forth along his long, thick, dick. “Shit, Nadine, I’m about to explode.”

  Sweat from his brow, dropped against my ass.

  “Fuck! Baby, I’m cumming!” I shouted.

  My body shook as his strong arms collapsed around me.
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  Tony bit my neck hard while pinching one of my nipples. “Bella mia, ha la migliore figa. My beautiful, has the best pussy!” Tony roared as he stilled into me.

  Tony stumbled backwards pulling me with him onto the lounge chair. Soft lights installed in the ground, lit our surroundings. I sat up glancing at him. His chest rose and fell. He slid two fingers down the bridge of his slender nose, wiping away the sweat.

  “Tony, I’ll grab a cold towel.”

  He grabbed my waist. “No, you will not. You’re not walking that bare, pretty, brown ass into the house.”

  “Tony, I doubt anyone will see me. Where are my panties?” I glanced around the ground.

  Tony scooped me up, walking me into the well-lit house before I could blink.

  “I couldn’t risk anyone seeing you.”

  “Tony, the next house is about a mile away. Not to mention the trees surrounding the house. No one can see me. I can walk around the grounds naked.”

  His eyebrows rustled together. “Nadine, there are nosey people in the world. And they will do anything to feed their sick addictions.”

  I laughed. “Peeping toms, Tony?”

  “Yeah, them. Nadine, you can walk around the inside of the house naked. That is all I will allow. My men are walking the grounds, anyway.”

  “Tony, you are right. I got it.” The thought of someone catching a glimpse of my ass or pussy was a little unnerving.

  The one floor villa is filled with expensive gold fabric printed furniture throughout. The Paul Bunyan bed in our room is fit for a king and queen. The suite is tranquil.

  “I’m going to take a cold shower, then we will take a bath and relax. We have a long grueling morning ahead of us. All the stake out shit. We’ll tour tomorrow afternoon, then the following day we will handle business. Capisce?”

  I brushed my fingers across his sexy black brows, down his slender nose. Those serious deep blue eyes stared into my dark eyes.

  “Capisce,” I smiled.

  Tony pulled me close, lying me on the cool crisp gold sheets. “I’m happy you’re here with me.” His eyes roamed my dark features. “There is no one I would rather have accompany me other than you, Bella Mia.”

  My eyes closed as my pussy clenched. Those fucking Italian words were devouring me. I grabbed Tony’s hand, circling his fingers over my clit. “Those words make me horny and wet,” I purred.

  Tony bit down on my neck as he slid his fat cock inside me.

  My head rocked back and my back arched. “Oh fuck, you feel so good, baby. Your cock is so big and all mine.” My legs rested against his back. Tony intertwined our fingers circling them over my head. His full weight rested against me. The air-conditioned room cooled Tony down.

  “I can never get enough of you,” he growled.

  “It’s just…me and you, Nadine.”

  I wanted to touch him, but our hands were still locked over my head.

  “Tony, look at me.” He ignored me. Each thrust was perfect. Our rhythm was one. He and I are the perfect match. “Baby, please,” I cried.

  Tony hovered over me staring at me with an intense gaze. Sweat drenched his face again. His hair dropped in his face dangling between us.

  “Tell me again, Tony.”

  “Nadine!” he huffed.

  “Tony!” I pleaded.

  “It’s just me and you, Nadine.”

  My smile was brighter than the sun on a scorching day. I raised my head, pressing my lips firmly against his.

  “I love you so much, Tony.”

  He released my hands. I swept my arms around his neck, surrounding him with my love.

  “I know, baby.”

  I’m living out my best life with Tony, my love.

  ∞

  No expense was spared. Tony loves to pamper me. Exquisite dresses were sketched and would later be designed and flown back to Tony’s home in the states. Tony said I am to wear the dresses when we go out for a night on the town or to Sunday dinners. Francine always wore beautiful dresses at dinner. Now, I will too.

  Dressed in black from head to toe, my back rested against one of the gray stone pillars in the lavish mansion which reminded you of an ancient castle. I breathed heavily through the black mesh mask, holding the AR-15 equipped with a silencer. I glanced across the aisle. Tony wore similar combat gear. His ripped bicep flexed as he held the AR-15 in his hand. Tony’s blue eyes stared back at me through the black mesh mask. Raising three fingers, he counted down. Once he reached one, he maneuvered down the hall. I followed at a short distance gawking behind us, keeping his cover. The man we were there to kill, Rolo Conti, hired ten escorts from the Magarelli’s. Late that night, he kidnapped the women. They are being forced to work at his hotel in New York where they service high end clients. Sergio ordered Tony to cut the head off the snake. And that is exactly what Tony will do.

  Several men walk the premises. Tony and I are the only ones of our team working on the inside. Our remaining team members are monitoring the grounds to ensure we exit safely.

  We halted at the sound of footsteps. A man walked out into the hall. Tony wrapped his large bicep around his neck, applying pressure, releasing one bullet into his head. He quietly laid him on the ground. I was grabbed from behind. Jabbing my elbow into the person’s ribs, I turned, grabbing the man’s shirt my gloved fist slid across his face. The man gripped one of my legs. I twirled around kicking him in the jaw. Placing my muzzle against his forehead, the bullet released, penetrating his skull. My weapon hung from the sling around my back as I dragged the man into the corner out of sight.

  Eyes wide, Tony gawked at me. I smirked, then motioned my hand forward. Tony focused his attention on the hall ahead. Quiet strides in route toward the large dining room. Rolo isn’t married. He has several women roaming the house. We will do our best not to harm any of them. Tony and I carried duffel bags equipped with any supplies we may need to kill this son of a bitch. The sun peeked through the rectangular windows as we walked down the hall.

  “Dov’é la mia colazione. Where is my breakfast?!” Rolo roared.

  Tony and I halted outside the door. He glanced at me. “Ready?” he whispered.

  I nodded.

  My heart raced. Rolo is a mafia boss like Sergio. The only difference is he lives in Italy. His men run his New York territory temporarily until Rolo moves to the U.S.

  Tony took a deep breath. Gripping his AR-15 tight, he darted into the dining room. I was right behind him. Four men stood in the four corners of the room, guarding Rolo. Tony and I divided the room. Short and sweet. Sniper rifles extended, simultaneously we shot the men surrounding the room in the head. They collapsed to the ground.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Rolo roared, standing in his red velvet plush bathrobe, wearing studded gold frame glasses. His curly black hair fell all over his head. The long gold necklace dangled from his neck.

  Tony’s weapon was pointed at Rolo’s head. Pointing my AR-15, I glared between both entrances. The second the cook enters the room I will drop him.

  Tony’s muzzle rested against Rolo’s head.

  “You know who the fuck we represent. You brazen motherfucker!” Tony bit out.

  “Sergio, sent me here to send a message. You think you can come to America, steal our escorts and get away with it. You dirty motherfucker! Nessuna pieta, no mercy!” Tony pulled the trigger. Rolo’s head rocked back as the bullet shattered his brain. Fragments of his brain, splattered all over the dining room table and us. I didn't hesitate. I retrieved the saw from my bag. Tony kept cover. Dropping to the ground, I pressed my hand against what was left of Rolo’s head. The metal from the blade of the saw, cut through the flesh of his neck. I didnt flench cutting off Rolo’s head. I slipped his head into a large plastic bag, then placed it into my duffel bag.

  Tony motioned his head in his direction. “Come here.”

  I ran over.

  “They are waiting for us to exit the room.” He dropped his head then exhaled.

  “I know, the
y are waiting to take us out.”

  He leaned close. “Be ready,” he whispered.

  I nodded.

  Tony inched along the wall. Once closest to the door, he barged into the next room blasting. I followed suit. The bullets sprayed from our rifles, killing eight men. We tip toed along the wall avoiding the blood shed. Tony led us into the next room. A man popped out of the corner with a knife. Tony raised his hands. The man lunged forward pointing the knife toward, Tony’s stomach. Tony hunched, pulling his stomach back. I pointed my weapon toward the man, but couldn’t get a shot, because they were dancing in circles. Hastily, he waved the knife toward Tony, slicing him across the stomach.

  I shrieked inside. I couldn't outwardly, show fear. Tony lunged forward, knocking the man to the ground. His fists slammed into his face, repeatedly. Tony fell back onto the floor, huffing and puffing. I squeezed the trigger. The bullet, slammed into the mans head. Grabbing a white cloth off the table, I lifted Tony’s shirt, applying pressure to the wound. He winced and grimaced. “Fuck!”

  I grabbed his chin. “Focus, we need to get out of here.” My heart raced. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. “I’m leaving the towel under your shirt to keep you from losing too much blood.” I tucked his black shirt into his pants. “We have to move.” I helped Tony to his feet, lifting the walkie to my lips. “We are exiting the west wing in five. Cover us.”

  “Roger that.”

  AR-15’s extended, Tony and I inched toward the back door. My strong man, shoved me behind him. It was as if he dug down deep and found the strength to get us out of there. Tony glared around the courtyard, knocking down target after target with every bullet that released from the magazine, on our way to the gate. Turning my back to his, I aimed my rifle from side to side, taking out the men who exited the house.

  “Hop in!” Cruz yelled.