by V Domino
“You were with me too, Neviah. Every single moment. You were there in my heart.” I sit back and run my hands down her chest, squeezing and pinching her breasts as I slowly thrust into her. “I thought of you in every way. I thought of holding you and loving you. I stroked myself to memories of our love-making. I fucked your tight body and licked your sweet pussy.” I thumb her clit as I talk, making her moan and gyrate her hips, riding my dick from her position on the bed.
“Tell me more,” she begs with her husky voice.
“I slid my cock deep into your wet cunt while pumping your ass with your plug and when you begged for it, I fucked your ass while you fucked your pussy with your toys.”
I pull out of her and ignore her whimpers. I flip her over on her stomach but I don't need to guide her at all, she knows what I want and I know what she's desperate for. She lifts her ass and lowers her shoulder to the mattress.
“Please, Luca.” She reaches between her legs and rubs her anus and pussy.
“Please what, doll?” I stroke myself as I watch her slide her fingers into both channels. Fuck! I need her so badly but I wait. I want her words because I will not make assumptions and end up hurting her.
“Fuck me hard, Luca. Make me feel good.”
I move her hand and push my dick slowly into her tight ring of muscles. Grunting at the tightness. I don't move once I'm seated deep inside her. She may have begged me to fuck her hard and we both may be needy as fuck but I won't be impatient today. I'll keep my movements soft, no matter how difficult it is.
I begin to move, pumping slowly and shallowly, once she wiggles against me. “None of that did it justice though. No memory or imagination can compare to feeling myself deep inside you. Holding you in my arms and hearing your sweet sounds.”
Our lovemaking is slow and sensual. Like chords of music flowing through the air. Our breaths synchronize and our hearts beat together. Soon my spine begins to tingle and Silver's breathing becomes erratic as our climaxes draw nearer. I wrap my arm around her chest and pull her back to my chest while I pump her and play with her clit. I muffle her euphoric screams with my hand as my own release hits. Burying my face into her neck as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her.
Fuck, I missed her.
I pull out of her and lower her to the mattress so I can go grab the bath towel to clean her with. Once she's dressed in her yoga pants and one of my Henley shirts, she yawns and climbs under the blankets, closing her eyes.
“Don't fall asleep yet, Silver.” I brush her tangle-free hair from her face and smile when I see her lips curl in the corners.
“I'm just going to nap.” When I don't move or say anything, she opens her eyes and smiles. “Don't worry, Twitch. You're in my dreams too.”
I chuckle and shake my head. I know she's tired so I kiss her lips then her forehead before standing and getting dressed.
I guess I can survive a couple of hours while she sleeps.
Once I'm dressed for the day, I walk into the kitchen and find Jefa and Nico sitting at the island drinking coffee. I squint my eyes at the two because they're acting like they do around the Don or Diego... Like they don't fuck around. They may fool their fathers but everyone knows these two are either in love or just love fucking.
“Is Diego or Andino here?” I ask with a smirk as they both flip me off.
“How's Silver? That crying last night killed me.” Jefa shakes her head and heaves a sigh while Nico clenches his hand around the mug. Anger and vengeance darkening their features.
“She's better today but she's got a long road ahead of her. She's self conscious about her weight loss and scars but she'll conquer all of that.”
I pour myself some coffee and sit just as Marco comes in with Pony Boy bounding in past him. We all start laughing when he tries to stop next to me but the lack of traction on the wooden floors causes him to fall and his momentum takes him straight into the wall.
“Damn, Pony Boy! You good?” I pat my leg as he stands and makes his way over to me before flopping down on his side for a nap.
“He can run into an unknown building and take down a fully grown man with the grace of a military dog but put him on wooden floors and he's like Bambi trying to stand,” Nico says with the shake of his head.
“Hey, PB is graceful... it just depends on your definition of graceful.”
Everyone laughs at my logic. We haven't been able to sit around and laugh like this in a while. Since Silver went missing, to be exact. Having her home has lifted everyone's spirits. Hell, even the Renzetti's, people who didn't personally know her, are happier having her back. But then again, that's what family does. They hurt when you hurt. Equally, they rejoice when you rejoice. I'm thankful for them.
Once my coffee is gone, I rinse out the cheap mug and dig through the fridge. I wanted to make Silver some breakfast but everyone is here, even Drake and Johnny and I’m not about to cook for this pack of wolves.
“How far is La Cucina from here?” I ask no one in particular as I close the fridge. It can't be too far if Diego's home is within an hour's drive from here. He loves the Renzetti restaurant and had one open in his controlled southern states.
“It's about thirty minutes from here. Let's go, I'll drive you, we need to discuss some things anyway.”
Marco's right but I'm hesitant to leave Silver's side. Marco may be the Consigliere but he wouldn't order me to leave her side unless it was important.
“Alright. Jefa and Bones, you stay with Silver and call me if she wakes up.”
“Don't call me that, Twat.” Johnny throws a piece of dry dog food at my head as he feeds Pony Boy.
“Whatever, Bones.” I flip him off as I walk to the bedroom and crack the door open. I see Silver is still sleeping and I'm grateful she's getting some peaceful rest. I slip my phone out and put it on silent before leaving it next to her head. Laying a kiss to her temple, I leave.
On the road, I turn to Drake in the back seat, “Any news from Dimitri?”
I know there's probably nothing new at this point. He has the Popov's in his cells and he's waiting for our retrieval of the scumbags.
“Niente di nuovo, fratello.” Nothing new, brother. “They're keeping up with our orders to deny food. They'll give them water but nothing more. Gavriel and pops are on their way back home now so they'll have the bastardos ready for you by the time we get back.”
I nod and crack my neck in anticipation of the gruesome fate in store for Ruslan Popov and his bastard son.
“This is what I wanted to speak to you on, Luca.” Marco's deep voice which is usually jovial is monotone and cold. “When will Silver be well enough to make it home? We need to get there as soon as possible. There are people we need to meet with and connections we need to establish before pops steps down.”
I bristle at his lack of sympathy for Silver's condition and situation.
“Marco, you're my boss and I respect you as such but do not make the mistake of pushing Silver to speed up a process that needs patience. I just got her back and I will not make her do anything she isn't physically ready to do just to fit your fucking schedule.” Silence hangs in the air as the car slows and turns into the restaurant's parking lot. I know I overstepped my rank but when it comes to Silver, I'll be damned if I allow anyone to push me around.
Marco shuts off the car and pinches the bridge of his nose. This isn't like him. He's never a prick with his family. I look him over as he lays his head back against the headrest. Yeah, something's up.
“Che cos'è, Marco?” What is it?
“I'm sorry, Luca. Forget what I said. I'm just pissed with pops.” He opens the door and slams it on the way out. The fuck?
“Pops is making him betroth a daughter of the Corsican mafia. He says Carla isn't fit to be a Renzetti.” Drake says with a shrug before climbing out.
Damn that's tough but I can't say I'm surprised. Carla has been caught cheating one too many times and Marco deserves better but he’s
always making excuses for her.
I climb out of the car and head inside, throwing my arm over Marco's shoulders.
“A French Princess, huh?”
Marco scoffs, “Fuck you, Luca.” There’s no heat behind the words though.
Something warm and wet softly swipes across my eye. Immediately I shove it away but when I feel fur meet my fingers, I remember where I am. I open my eyes, thankful when my head no longer hurts. I smile over at Pony Boy who lays his head on my chest, softly chuffing like he’s talking.
“Oh, PB. I missed you boy. I missed you so much!” I wrap my arms around him and kiss him as he tries to lick my bruised face. I let him because he’s trying to heal me and though it stings my face a little, he heals my heart in ways only my fur baby can.
“I hope I get kisses too, ragazza!” Girl. “I missed you too.” Johnny’s voice yells down the hallway followed by stomping feet and Jefa’s yell.
“Move, Johnny, I get first kisses!”
Johnny and Jefa fight like kids trying to be the first in the room, making Pony Boy hop around like a little puppy. I crack up when Jefa jumps on Johnny’s back, shoving him into the wall before jumping into the room with her arms raised like she just stuck the landing.
“God, I missed you two clowns,” I tell them as I wipe laughing tears from my eyes.
“Awe, we missed you too, girl. It’s been ages since anyone has smiled. Tonight, we’re going to party! A real fiesta to celebrate your return!” Jefa’s joy is contagious, but too soon we all grow quiet. I know they want to know what happened but I can’t tell them anything without Twitch by my side. Speaking of him...
“Where’s Twitch?” I throw my legs over the bed and go to stand but I think I moved too quickly because the room tilts sideways, but my best friends are there to catch me. Just like always. I take advantage of their arms around me to pull them both in for a hug. I silently cry while they squeeze me but when I hear Jefa’s sob break through, it’s like the floodgates open. I’m no longer crying tears of pain and loss though. No, these tears are from relief and joy. I have my family with me, even Pony Boy stands with his front paws on us, joining the group hug.
After a moment we break apart and wipe our eyes. Even Johnny looks emotional.
“Come on, let’s go chill in the kitchen. Twitch and the guys are almost back from La Cucina.”
My stomach rumbles hearing the Renzetti restaurant’s name. Johnny holds me by the elbow and leads me out of the bedroom. The room is no longer tilting and I can stand on my own but I know Johnny needs to help me, for his own peace of mind.
The rest of the large home is bare as well but it’s still cozy with the large sectional couch and fireplace. There’s a TV above the mantel and I just about scream. I haven’t seen damn TV in ages. It’s a strange sensation to be excited over small luxuries. Jefa turns it on and goes to her YouTube channel before clicking on a playlist titled Shit Sil Missed.
I smile and sit as Johnny goes into the kitchen to pour me a cup of fucking nectar… Taste bud orgasm coming right up. Just the smell of coffee alone has me jittery. Fuck yes!
“You won’t believe what happened in UFC fight 248, girl.” I love how she doesn’t baby me or treat me like I’m fragile and will shatter at the mere mention of my abduction. She looks at me like she always has. I can’t even begin to express my gratitude for that.
Johnny hands me a thermal mug and drops down next to me on the couch before going on a rant about the judge’s decision during the UFC match. I was looking forward to that fight. Another thing to hate Popov for. The bastard ruined so much shit for me. He didn’t just kidnap me with some nefarious plan in mind. He just took me to hurt everyone who loves me. He couldn’t just fucking kill me, he had to bring my family to the brink of insanity with my disappearance. Hurt me, fine. Fucking kill me, fine. Hurt my family? Make them sick with worry or agonize their hearts with fear?
Fuck that.
I’m back motherfuckers and I’m thirsty for some payback.
Johnny and Jefa notice my mental withdrawal and shut the TV off, concern written on their faces. I put my mug down on the coffee table and give them what I hope is a comforting smile rather than the snarl I feel.
“I’m good guys, honest. Look, I may have a long recovery road ahead of me but that’s only for my body. Yeah, I may have a little PTSD with this shit but trust me when I tell you, my father was worse. I grew up in a home where walking on eggshells wasn’t always enough to protect you. I know how to mentally deal with this shit but what won’t help me is kid gloves. You feel me?”
They both stew on my words for a moment, nodding in understanding but then Johnny looks at me. “What the fuck gave you the idea that we’d baby you, huh? Nah, sorella.” Sister. “I most definitely will not.”
Johnny tries to keep a straight face but I see the corners of his lips curving despite his efforts. I roll my eyes and look over to Jefa.
“You too, chica? You too busy to coddle me?”
She shrugs before laying sideways with her head in my lap. “Bitch better get used to it. I’m not going to kiss your booboos but I’ve missed you so fucking excuse me if I latch myself to you. If it makes you feel better, I’m a selfish broad so it’ll mostly be for my own benefit.” I crack up and lean back while scratching her scalp.
The ice is broken from that moment on and I’m grateful. I want to get back into my life smoothly. I know things will be different and I have a lot of recovery to do but I don’t want to be treated like glass. I meant what I said, I’m tougher than a flower. The childhood I had made me that way. I’ve been knocked down more than once in my life but I always have and always will get back up and start again.
We chill for a while, laughing and catching up. Seems that Jefa has been running Barbarity for me since my abduction and not much has changed there which is good because I can’t wait to get back to my business. Barbarity is from my own sweat and blood. Once I’m home and ready for it, I’m jumping back into my role as the fighting Queen.
Johnny and Twitch no longer train fighters, since my disappearance, they’ve gone full swing into La Famiglia. I don’t ask questions about Twitch’s role with them or even how he became a Made Man but Johnny says there’s a wild ass story behind him and the Renzetti’s.
Just then a car pulls into the driveway and immediately Jefa and Johnny are up with guns drawn but one look at the security screen on the wall, we see it’s the men. Butterflies swarm my stomach when I see Twitch climbing out of the car. The way he looked at me and the way he took care of me this morning… God, I love him. He made me feel like I have no blemishes to be found. He made me feel like a goddess.
Johnny goes outside to help with the food and drinks when Jefa comes back to the couch. “Twitch is a good man, Sil. He’s been like a blackhole while you were missing but now, the light is back in him. If you don’t keep him, I’ll have him.”
I laugh and shove her. “Fuck off or I’ll tell Nico what you just said.”
“Tell me what?” A deep emotionless voice comes through the door. Turning I see it’s Nico ‘the Cold’ followed by his brothers and finally my man. I smile big at Twitch as Jefa replies.
“None of your business, guapo.” Handsome.
Nico says something in return but everything fades when Twitch comes toward me with the sexiest smile on his face. He has a glow about him and I know what Jefa said is true. Twitch looks positively happy. In the past, he looked content and good with life, even after we stopped fighting our desires. But right now, he looks like I moved mountains and carved the Grand Canyon. He looks like a man who found his treasure.
Doesn’t he realize? He’s the treasure. He’s the golden crown on my head and the sparkling jewels around my neck. He makes me better than I am but he never asks me to be more than I am. I love how his eyes see more than my outside, he sees past the scars and flaws.
He kisses me as he sits down, pulling styrofoam boxes out of the bag. Opening up
the first box, my mouth waters and my stomach growls like a beast in a cage.
“Mmm, mushroom sausage ragù. I can’t believe you drove all the way to La Cucina for me, Twitch.”
“Always.”
Everyone digs in and the room falls quiet. As we eat I take in our company. The Renzetti’s aren’t total strangers to me. I’ve had conversations with them in the past but I’ve never actually hung out with them. Marco is second oldest and he is one ripped guy but there’s an air of anger around him, like he’s not quite here but rather somewhere in his head. Drake is next and my god, he’s gorgeous. How have I not noticed that before? Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t hold a candle to Twitch. Not in my eyes at least, but I can’t deny the pure fucking sex appeal he gives off. Even shoveling food in his face he looks like a sex god. Then there’s the youngest and the coldest, Nico. Cold and closed… until his eyes land on Jefa. I see the light fill his face when he looks at her.
But none of them can turn me from Twitch. I look over at him and see he’s watching me with a brow cocked. I laugh a little and shrug.
“You’re lucky I know you so well, damsel, otherwise I think I’d question your ogling of my cousins.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, “Cousins?”
Twitch nods his head, “Not by blood. It’s a long story and one I’ll tell you later. Right now, though, I wanted to tell you what’s happened since we found you. Are you up for that?”
“Yes, I am. I need to know how long we’re going to be here and what’s being done to find Ruslan. I want blood, Luca. I need to see that bastard in the ground.” I put my food down and sit back. I’m ready to move the fuck on as soon as possible.
Everyone crowds around us and I listen to Twitch recount everything from when I was taken to how they found me. I feel a huge weight lifted when they tell me about Popov and Mila being in custody of Dimitri. I don’t know if Mila had her hand in any of Ruslan’s plans and I don’t care right now.
“What about Ivan? Where is he?”
