Reign (The Larussio Legacy Book 3)

by Via Mari

  Four hundred men, that’s a lot of manpower. I try to remain calm even though the blood coursing through my veins is anything but. “How is it that Mancini wields so much control over this motorcycle club?” I ask.

  “Dominic was working for Alfreita Jr. and Vicenti, who’s head of the Colombian cartel. Neither knew he was working for the other, or they would have killed him before signing him on. We’ve got confirmation that just like he did in Chicago, he’s managed to embezzle millions of dollars’ worth of product from Vicenti. We haven’t pieced it all together just yet, but we think Alfreita Jr.’s men knew what Mancini was doing, somehow confiscated the product, and cut it with poison before it got shipped to the States. Mancini was bragging that he had top-grade Colombian product, which anyone in the field knows is the trademark for Vicenti. Alfreita Jr.’s men and Mancini make a huge monetary score, while killing Vicenti’s premium product brand. Once it hits the States, most of it’s running on the backs of motorcycle gangs across the United States by way of connections Mancini made in prison. The unfortunate part is it’s a deadly mix, and it’s heading straight for Vegas at this very moment.

  Serena sits up straighter next to me. “Kate’s told me all about those men! She went to see Vicenti to persuade him to help Chase when Alfreita Sr. tried to implicate Chase, but he wouldn’t turn information over to Interpol because it might bring trouble to Vicente’s door, even though it proved his innocence.”

  Serena’s eyes go wide and she swallows hard, seemingly just realizing how much she’s divulged that my dark-haired beauty should know nothing about.

  I narrow my eyes at her and try to contain my smile. “You and the ladies chat about such things?” I ask.

  She bites her lip, and I need no further confirmation and make a note to touch base with their husbands about their little indiscretions.

  “Vicenti is known for his sharp business acumen, feared by most, but has proven himself to be a fair man. He has Chase Prestian’s respect and that of his families. He was livid when he learned his product had been tampered with at that time, and I imagine he would feel the same way about it happening now. When Vicenti learns his street-grade product has been cut with poison and is floating around on the backs of a motorcycle gang that Dominic Mancini is controlling, nothing good will come of this,” Jay says.

  “What do you need from us?” I ask, wishing Serena were not sitting right next to me and that I could keep her sheltered from this worry.

  “Given the history, we’ve conferred with Chase and Brian on the matter, too. We’d like to reach out to Vicenti, give him an opportunity to rein Dominic in his own way. As you can understand, this would give him the opportunity to save face and meet our end goal in the process,” Jay says.

  I’m grateful not only for the approach in which he’s handling the incredibly charged situation, but also for his choice of words when speaking of Dominic’s demise in front of Serena. He and his team not only understands the immediate need for security, but the political dynamics that come with our life. I already know how I will vote, but I’m not the don of this Family, and even if I were, I’d want Sal’s weigh-in, too. “Great-Uncle, Sal? Your thoughts?”

  “Vicenti has been wronged and will want to right this in his own way. Get him on the line. I will speak with him personally and together we will decide how to deal with this,” Great Uncle says.

  “Completely agree,” Sal says.

  “Roger that. In the meantime, Giovanni, your jet has been cleared and has everything you’ve requested for the flight. Sal and your great-uncle will be arriving at the airport in about half an hour,” Jay says.

  “I am sincere when I tell you that your security team has become an extension of our Family and we greatly appreciate all the hard work and your dedication to keeping our Family safeguarded,” I say, and then almost immediately receive a text from Jay.

  The order just went out to pick Serena up alive. Didn’t want to share that with her in the car.

  “Fuck!” It just slipped out, but Serena’s looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to provide an explanation for my sudden exclamation. I owe her the truth, even though I’d love more than anything to keep her blissfully unaware.

  Serena manages to stay her curiosity until we’ve been safely transferred to the jet and are in the main cabin by ourselves. “Tell me, Giovanni,” she says, looking up at me with those expressive deep brown eyes.

  I wish to God that this was something I could shelter her from, but I recall Jay’s warning about ensuring she knows the dangers at all times. I’m just glad he had the foresight to let me tell her in my own way. “Our intel picked up instruction from Mancini. His orders were to pick you up as quickly as possible,” I say, closely watching her reaction and squeezing her hand in reassurance.

  She swallows and tries to look brave, like this doesn’t faze her, but I watch the storm of emotion in those deep brown eyes that belies her outward calm.

  I nod, taking in her incredulous look. She has no clue how these families work, using whoever they can to get what they want. Vicenti will deal with the motorcycle gang in his own way, but it may not be soon enough if they are already on their way to Vegas. If we receive proof this motorcycle club took money to kidnap my wife and bring her to Mancini’s men so they can slowly torture her, it will not be enough for Vicenti to exact his revenge. They will wish they were in hell when the Larussios finish and before Vicenti even begins, but I do not tell my dark-haired beauty this. Instead I caress her cheek. “Trust me, Tesoro.”

  Serena

  Giovanni holds me close. The fact that we have a prison lord after me is bad enough, but to learn that an entire crew from Europe is being flown in and a 400-plus motorcycle gang is coming means that they are more serious than ever, and that reality is really sinking in. Motorcycle gangs are coming for me, but it’s not just me anymore. We have to think about our child, and all of a sudden, I wonder if I should have just stayed in the estate and kept me and our little one safe.

  Giovanni lifts my chin up so that I have no choice but to look into his eyes. “Serena, I know what you’re thinking, put it out of your mind. This is not your fault, not because you decided to come with me. The only reason we are in this situation is because I am a Larussio. This has nothing to do with you except that you are with me, Tesoro. I told you that before, but now you see the reality. Tell me if it is too much. If it is, I will have you moved underground, given a new identity. You will be safe with our child.”

  Tears that I am unable to contain spill from my eyes. I grasp his face and pull him to me. “Giovanni Larussio, I know that you want me safe, but being without you is worse than the most horrible death. I love you, and I can’t imagine a life without you that I would be happy in. I have every confidence that Great-Uncle and Vicenti will talk and come to an agreement. In the meantime, your entire security team will keep us safe, yes?”

  Giovanni pulls me to him, and I don’t say a word for a moment, content just to have him hold me. “They will keep you protected. We’ll let Great-Uncle and Sal negotiate with Vicenti, and you won’t leave security’s sight, capiche?” he says.

  “You told me what Mancini and his team would do with me if they kidnapped me, but will the motorcycle crew do the same, or worse?” I ask.

  His eyes darken with intensity. “Serena, you will be protected, and there is much that I will not allow you to think about needlessly.”

  I take his face in my hands and kiss his lips. “Okay, but tell me, if they take me in Vegas, how will you find me? I want to be prepared.”

  Giovanni runs his hands through his hair, contemplating my question. “I’ll show you, but know this, I will not apologize for doing everything within my power to keep you and our child safeguarded. You asked, you want to know, and you have that right, so I will tell you. We’ve installed a new app on your cell,” Giovanni says, showing me the app on his phone.

 
This application is everything that it shouldn’t be. An open window to my every private movement, a spying device so that he and his crew can track my every movement. He skims the app, and I watch myself as he does on the miniature monitor.

  “Go back, how far does it go back, how much do you see, and how much do you allow your security team to see?” I demand, cringing at the thought that not only Giovanni but his entire security team has seen me at my most vulnerable, away from him and scared, in my room pleasuring myself for Giovanni. Every bit of my privacy has been a façade, instead displayed on his camera for all his team and the world to see. “How far back does it go, Giovanni?” I ask, barely above a whisper.

  He drags his finger along my cheekbone and down to my lips, grazing them with the pad of his finger. “I had it installed after we thought you had been taken. Antonio and I wanted a backup, and still do, at least until this is all over. Then it can be removed, Tesoro.”

  My chest tightens. “All this time, Giovanni. All this time that you asked me questions about my day, but you already knew the answer because you were spying on me. You were watching me on your phone, that camera thing. Who else did you let watch me, Giovanni, tell me, did you let your security team watch my intimate moments, the moments we shared when I thought it was just you and me?” I ask, and as much as I hate it, tears start streaming down my face.

  He strokes my cheeks and captures the tears that are now falling freely down my face. “Tesoro, you know better. How could you ever think that what we have was shared, that I would ever allow anyone to look at you the way I do, to see you in a state of passion. I would not allow it. You are mine, and only mine. The cameras are for me only, to ensure that if you are ever taken, I will be able to find you, to ensure your safety, understand?” Giovanni says, wiping the tears that are still falling from my eyes.

  I glance up at him, and his dark brown eyes drink me in, capturing me with all the shared emotion. “Giovanni, how do we move on, how do we become a normal family, and how do we ensure that our child is safe, tell me, how do we do this when everyone in the world is trying to prevent that, to capture me and to destroy you?”

  “We move on with your complete and absolute trust, Serena. I will never allow you to be taken, to be hurt, do you understand? This is the only reason I have the camera, it is for your protection,” Giovanni says, glancing into my eyes and then down to my belly.

  I want to be angry, I should be angry, but all I can feel is the sincerity of his love and possession. The love he has for me and our unborn child. I look into his eyes and stretch on tip toes to bring his face to mine. “I love and trust you, Giovanni. Do what you must,” I say, kissing his lips before his hand reaches under my hair to grasp my nape and pull me closer.

  His eyes are heated and lusty as he looks down at me, searing and possessive and his breath is so close, igniting the heat at the center of me. “Do you know what you do to me, Serena? I can’t see straight for want of keeping you by my side, protected and safe,” Giovanni says, and his lips capture mine, his tongue stroking hot and molten across my lips until I part for him. He lifts me into his arms, and his tongue finds mine, embracing it in an erotic dance that makes my center heat and leak with desire as he carries me into the master suite of the Gulfstream.

  Gio

  I’ve barely closed the door behind us when I instruct her to strip. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I watch possessively as her deep brown eyes sparkle with flecks of gold as her gaze heats my skin. “Do it now, Serena, I want to see all of you, Tesoro,” I say, loosening my tie and settling into the armchair in the corner of the room as I wait for her to obey my instruction.

  Her cheeks pinken and she bites her lower lip, trying to settle her embarrassment as she balances on her heels. She starts with her blouse, the light pink gauzy material that sets off her dark hair and lips so perfectly. When she pulls it from her frame, she lets it drop to the floor and flips her hair forward. The movement shifts her hair over her breasts, and my cock hardens with desire and need, but my little submissive is trying to top from the bottom and thinks she’s the one in charge. I’ll let her play for a short while, and then show her who’s really in control of her pleasure and what happens when she disobeys me in the future.

  Her eyes dance with delight as she undoes her bra clasp before sliding one lacy strap down the length of her toned arms, glancing at me, teasing me with her show. My cock turns to steel awaiting the main reveal, enjoying the show far too much to put an end to it this soon. She glides the second strap of material down her other arm, keeping the material close while covering her breasts from me.

  I wait for a few seconds, before I need her bared before me. “Let me see all of you,” I growl, way more intense than intended, as my cock pushes painfully against the constraints of my dress pants and the zipper that keeps it contained.

  She smiles at me, and it’s clear my dark-haired beauty is having way too much fun.

  “Tesoro, do not continue teasing me unless you wish to go without tonight. Perhaps I should restrain you and bring you to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, just to deny you,” I say, watching as her eyes go wide with the realization of what that may be like.

  Her lips turn up in a cute little pout, and her eyes flash in silent defiance, but she obeys, tossing her long dark mane of hair behind her as she pulls the white lacy material from her body, letting it slip to the floor as she exposes her perfectly shaped breasts, and dark, erect nipples to me.

  I slide my hand into my pocket, hitting the button that sends a pulsing rhythm to her behind, just to let her know who’s really in charge of this scene, and watch as her eyes go wide with surprise and then hazy with lust as it continues to thrum. “Remove your skirt, but leave your heels on,” I instruct, because I already know that she doesn’t have panties on, and I want to push those strappy little high heels around my shoulder, and plunge into her deliciously hot center.

  Serena pushes the skirt past her hips slowly, letting me savor the moment. The material caresses her curves as she bares herself to me. She lets the silk slide down her legs and pool at the floor along with the rest of her clothing. Completely bared to me. A vision that I will never tire of cherishing or ravishing.

  I move my finger across the small remote used to control the vibrator I have buried in her backside, and the vibration deep inside of her begins to increase. I watch her shiver with anticipation as I discard my clothes and then guide her to our bed. “Lay back for me, Tesoro, show me what is mine? I want to see the diamond gleaming while it pleasures you,” I say, laying her down and parting her legs so I can see the glistening of her center and the diamond end of the plug beneath it. I turn the vibration to a heavier pulse, and her eyes roll upward, hazy with desire after only a couple hours of anticipation.

  She moans softly, causing my cock to throb with need.

  I make her wait, increasing the ultimate pleasure that she gets, although waiting to bury myself in her heat and drive forward until she is screaming my name is also punishment for me. I slide my finger down her slit, dip into the cream-filled center, sliding in and out and teasing her unmercifully.

  She moans, a soft little purr that makes my cock harden further, but I continue to tease. Only when she is moaning my name over and over and her hands have tightened against the bedding do I run the head of my cock up and down her slit, gathering the wetness on my length before nudging her opening. Her hips lift, but I tsk, shaking my head, holding her tight little belly down and smacking her pussy so that she knows she doesn’t take her own pleasure.

  Her eyes spark with heated desire, and I bring my hand down several more times before slowly working myself in, teasing her with my length, but then thrusting deep because I want her to feel me at the very end of her, to feel me against the vibrator in her ass, and to know that I am the only one that will ever give her this kind of pleasure.

  I lift her heels and place the
m over my shoulders, needing to bury myself deeper. She cries out with pleasure and my dick throbs with need. Mine! That’s all I can think about when I feel the end of her, and I hit it again and again until she is trembling on the end of my cock, soaking me with her desire.

  I slide in and out slowly, adjusting the remote so that she feels the intensity of its probe, because I’m not nearly finished with her yet. Her ankles tighten against my neck, and with the next thrust I push my cock in deep, long and hard, sliding through her creaminess. I do it again and again, listening to her little sounds and watching as her eyes roll with desire. I drive deeper, harder, and faster, watching my beauty build again until she starts panting my name, thrashing that beautiful mane of dark hair all around her, and then she’s trembling, shaking on the very end of my dick as I push in deeper, bending her in half to capture her mouth with my own, swallowing the scream of my name as she goes crashing over the edge, shaking and trembling while bringing me to a mind-numbing release as I fill her with my seed.

  I lean my head against her forehead, rocking us both as we catch our breath and come down from the high we create when we are together. Never has it been this way for me, ever. This overwhelming feeling of absolute need to be Serena’s everything.

  My wife, I can barely believe it, and while it brings me great pride it, also gives me great pause about her security. I try to shake it off, kissing her beautifully swollen lips, and her eyes have closed. She is completely undone and exhausted from the day’s events and our lovemaking. I head into the bathroom to clean up, and then clean her gently before pulling the covers over her body. I stroke her cheek as she sighs against my hand, letting me know she’s fallen sound asleep. I slide on my clothes as quietly as I can, and then head into the main cabin, pouring myself a glass of wine before texting Antonio that I’m ready to talk to him and the security team.