Bella Mafia

by Sienna Mynx

  “Lorenzo is in the wind.” Carlo finished. “They still fear Lorenzo.”

  “Everyone thinks that with Mirabella left alone, and Gio dying, that it’s only a matter time of before Lorenzo returns. No one will make a move until they are sure that Lorenzo isn’t a threat,” Renaldo said.

  “I need to be there. Tonight. With you and the boys. To make sure she is safe.”

  “No!” Adara said.

  The men looked up. She was wet from her shower. Her long ringlets of curly hair were dripping with moisture. She wore his robe and it nearly swallowed her up. She stood at the door with her arms crossed.

  “You can’t go, Carlo. You aren’t well.”

  “None of your concern woman.”

  “It is my concern and I am telling you, no. Today is the first day you got out of bed without vomiting or suffering dizzy spells. You know what the doctor said.”

  “She’s right,” Renaldo sighed. “I change my mind. We do need you at a hundred percent. No worries. I got the men together. We’ll take care of the Donna. If something goes down, she’ll be safe. At any cost.”

  Carlo bit back his anger. The last thing he needed was a crippling headache in a situation like this that made him irritable enough to make a mistake. These were delicate times.

  “I got a question though,” Renaldo said. “One that requires honesty.”

  Carlo cut his gaze to Adara. One look at her and she knew he meant business. She retreated back to the bedroom and closed the door.

  “When have I not been honest?”

  Renaldo gave a nod of respect. “The shooting. You said you were hit from behind. And then you woke and Gio was shot.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Any idea who was in that warehouse? How it all went down?”

  Carlo relcined back on the sofa. “You thinking that Lorenzo didn’t do it? I’m thinking that he did.”

  “It makes no sense. Lorenzo could have killed Gio hundreds of times. He’s a bastard, but not this sloppy. The death of Tomosino proves it. I can’t see him doing an ambush like this, and then wanting rescue from Armando. Running and hiding with Armando of all people?”

  Carlo chewed over the scenario. He was almost certain it was Marietta who hit him over the head. He’d had enough nightmares about it.

  “I went back there, after you and Gio were taken in. To clean up the mess.” Renaldo pulled a gun out from under his blazer. He put it on the table. “Gio took three shots to the back. The gun was set to rapid fire.”

  Carlo frowned. He picked up the weapon. It was his gun, not Lorenzo’s. He never set the gun the rapid fire. It was amateurish at best. He liked to control his fire power and blast one bullet at a time.

  “What are you saying?” Carlo asked.

  Renaldo stared at him.

  “Say it!” Carlo demanded.

  “I think it was your gun that fired at Gio. And if you were down, then someone picked it up and took the shot. You said Marietta was there. Didn’t you?”

  “She wouldn’t. I doubt she even knows how to fire a gun, Renaldo. She’s pregnant.”

  “The way I hear it now from Nico is that Lorenzo was wounded. If Gio got off a shot and hit him, then how the hell did he take shots to the back?”

  “Who have you told this theory to?”

  “No one. I was waiting to talk to you.”

  “Hold off on speculation.”

  “Can’t, brother. I have to tell the Donna.”

  “You know what that means! If you say you think...”

  “What? What?” Renaldo demanded. “What do you think happened that night, Carlo?”

  He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

  “Fine, here’s what I think,” Renaldo said. “You drive up to the warehouse. You tell Marietta to stay inside the car. She’s Marietta, Carlo. Does she listen? No. We all know how hot tempered she is. She finds the crowbar in the car and gets out. And when the shot is fired inside you are distracted enough to take the blow to the head. She picks up your gun and goes inside. She sees Gio about to take Lorenzo out and she shoots—to kill. Rapid fire.”

  “If you are wrong you just sentenced her to death.”

  “If I am right the Donna needs to know that her sister tried to kill her husband.”

  “Tell Domi... let him decide the right or wrong.”

  Renaldo shook his head. “No. He’s not with it. And Rocco is on a blood thirst. The Donna is the one that is facing the wolf pack. She is the one that has to hold it all together in case the boss doesn’t make it. She needs to know.”

  “You could be wrong. Delay it, man. I’m calling in a favor on this one. Don’t repeat this to the Donna. Don’t lay this on her. Not now.”

  “Armando would not let Giovanni live. He would not rescue Lorenzo and Marietta unless there is something in it for him. If he saw her take the shot, he has all the leverage now against Lorenzo. He can control Lorenzo. Do you know what that means? All of our vows, all of our secrets are now Armando’s. When Lorenzo returns...”

  “He won’t do it Renaldo.”

  “He will. He will return and with Giovanni in a coma he could control the Donna. The clan is his. The Camorristi would back it. Are you ready to bow to Armando? To give your life to Lorenzo after his betrayal? I won’t fucking do it! I serve Giovanni. Giovanni only. I’m not sitting on this.”

  “Fuck, Renaldo! You know how this will end for the women. If she did do it she didn’t understand the consequences, hell the Donna may not understand the consequences. I said delay it!”

  “You suspected? Didn’t you?” Renaldo asked.

  Carlo sucked in a deep breath and then sighed.

  “Didn’t you?”

  “I’m barely here man. I’m in and out of my head seeking answers. Things are a mess in my head.”

  “You can’t protect Marietta. Not from this.”

  “She’s pregnant. She’s ignorant to our world. If she pulled that trigger she did so as a mother and wife, not an assassin.”

  “She set it to rapid fire.”

  “It could have been an accident...”

  “It’s done.” Renaldo stood. “I came to tell you out of respect.”

  Carlo stared up at his friend. Part of him wanted to grab the gun and stop his friend. But he couldn’t defy his brotherhood. Not for Marietta. Could he? Renaldo took bullets for Giovanni. His loyalty was as true as his character. He would not do anything against the clan. Not even protecting them from one of their own. There was nothing he could say to him. This had to go down. And Carlo was helpless to defend or protect Marietta when it did. That cut him deep. He loved her. Not the kind of love he had for Shae, but it felt as pure to him. What could he do now?

  “Be well, brother. If we make it through the night, I will expect you to join me on the next ride.” Renaldo mumbled and headed for the door.

  Carlo nodded. “A dopo—see you later.”

  Renaldo left.

  ***

  Adara listened at the door until the voices faded away. She went back in the room and began to busy herself with drying off and changing into something to wear. What she heard was the most valuable information since she met Carlo. The kind of information that would make her bosses in the Carabinieri happy. Still she knew that was not the course she could take now. Not with Giovanni Battaglia still alive and breathing.

  The door opened. She was bottomless and fastening her bra. She heard Carlo enter the room and close the door. She didn’t bother to turn around or cover herself. All this time spent with him she’d been naked plenty. The most he ever did was lay with her, and place his face to her breasts for comfort as he slept.

  “Your friend gone?” she asked as she picked up a pair of panties and bent over to put her feet through and pull them up her legs.

  When Carlo didn’t answer she glanced back over her shoulder with interest. He was standing right behind her.

  “You okay?” she chuckled.

  He was a tall man. Taller than most Italian or Sicilia
n men. And there was a look in his eyes. A different kind of look that made her reach up and cover her breasts for modesty.

  “Were you eavesdropping?” he asked.

  “Me? What? No, I just heard because the door was open.”

  He traced her cheek with his knuckles, then moved hair from the side of her face to the back of her left shoulder. His gaze lowered to her breasts.

  “Are you hungry? I could fix you something to eat.”

  He pinched and tilted her chin. She could feel her wet locks slip down her back and past her bra. “Carlo?”

  His face drew close. So close her heart slowed its rhythmic beating, and her body shivered. And then his lips brushed hers. The touch was so fleeting she almost believed it didn’t happen.

  “Why are you with me? Always helping, always watching, always listening,” he asked, and his fingers slipped to caress her throat. His face was so close she could feel his breathing like soft puffs of hot air over her nose and lips.

  “I told you. I want to take care of you.”

  “Where are you from?”

  “Ah, eh? What?”

  “Adara Costello, where are you from?” he repeated and reached down to cup one of her breasts. He gave it a firm squeeze.

  “Everywhere. I lived everywhere. I’m from Perugia mostly.”

  He reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

  “What are you doing, Carlo?” she put a hand to his chest.

  “Whatever I like,” he said and kissed her again. She lifted her arms around his neck. How long had she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, really see her?

  Carlo’s arm circled her waist and he lifted her up, and brought her down to the bed. She gasped because they landed mid point, so the back of her legs still hung off the end.

  “What you heard today, whatever you heard, you will forget it. Do you understand? Don’t ever mention it to me or anyone. If you do,” he sighed and his gaze went down to her breasts and then returned to her face. “I’ll have to show you why they call me Il Macellaio—the butcher.”

  “Il Macellaio, I won’t. I swear. You can trust me.”

  He eased his hand into her panties. His eyes however remained trained on her face. She was a good actress. However, the moment his fingertips grazed the lips of her sex, it was all natural for her. She gasped in a way that parted her lips and she lifted her left thigh. The right thigh remained pressed against the length of the brick beneath his track pants. She’d seen his dick. Carlo had no modesty. He’d walk around the house with it swinging. But she hadn’t seen his erection. She wondered how much thicker and longer could it be?

  “You like that?” he asked and kissed her cheek gently.

  “Mmmhmm,” she said as only one finger slipped between the folds and began to do a slow rub up and down her clitoris. The friction stirred heat that radiated at her core and spread like a warm spill through her pelvis.

  “You are so beautiful. Just like her.”

  Adara’s eyes flashed open. Her brows drew down with concern. His mouth covered hers before she could gather his meaning. His finger dipped inside of her, and then thrust in and out of her. A single digit that felt nice and long. Was it going to happen? She wanted it desperately. Why had he made her wait so long?

  His mouth left hers. The entanglement of their tongues ceased. His hand withdrew from her panties. He then pulled them off her hips. He kept going until he took the time to remove them from her ankles and feet. He laid next to her once more. His head was propped up by his hand, and resting on his elbow. He stared down at her body as if seeing it for the first time.

  “Tu sei bellisima,” he said and ran his hand over her belly. The elation in her heart over his proclamation sparked and dimmed when he no longer touched her. He was frozen. Eyes on her body, and face set to a grim blank stare.

  “What is it, Carlo?”

  “I want to meet someone who knows you,” he said.

  “I... don’t have anyone. I told you that.”

  “It’s dangerous times right now. I will make sure you and your family are safe. Tell me who they are.”

  “I don’t have uhm, any, I ran away when I was fifteen. My family doesn’t know me now.”

  “Then introduce me to someone else, a friend, an ex-lover, someone who can tell me who Adara Costello is.” He brought her hand over to touch his erection, to feel the entire length of it.

  “Um, okay, yes,” she said, uncertain in that moment if it were even possible. Of course her bosses would help. But they would want information, and she knew too much was at stake now for her to share it, even if she wished too. “Anything you want, Carlo,” she said and tried to sound unbothered.

  “Anything?” his brow arched.

  She nodded.

  He rolled over to his back and pulled her with him. She sat up. Her thighs were pressed on either side of his narrow hips. Her sex bore down on his meat. She shed the bra trapped around her arms. Carlo put his hand behind his back and smiled up at her. “You’re no whore, I can tell,” he said.

  “What?” she said with a nervous chuckle.

  “The moment I saw you, I could tell. That’s why your story keeps changing about who you are.”

  “Carlo...”

  “You’re running from something. I’ve had a lot of lost boys in my life. Lost a special woman, too. She was running from something. Had that same look in her eyes. I see it in you. I see it in people. You’re running. That’s why you stayed here so long, took care of me. You never want any of my money. You haven’t once tried to rob me. You don’t offer pussy like a whore would. You want me to make love to you, don’t you?”

  She couldn’t answer. All excuses were permanently clogged in her throat.

  Carlo gave her slyest, deadliest smile she’d ever seen.

  “I don’t know what happened to bring you here. I don’t care. I know I can trust you. I tried to force Shae to disbelieve her demons. I tried to pretend mine didn’t exist. I’ve had time to think. Maybe what is best is to let a person be who they are.”

  “You can trust me, Carlo. She’s a fool to let you go.”

  Carlo’s reached up and touched her face. Adara closed her eyes as the warm center of his palm cupped her cheek.

  “Make love to me, Carlo,” she said and eased his hand down from her face to her breast. “You’re right. I want it.”

  He didn’t object. His hand squeezed her breast, and his fingers pinched her nipple. She parted her lashes and saw desire on his face. That was enough.

  Carlo closed his eyes. His temptress rose on her knees to drag his track pants from his hips. Her delicate fingers sought his dick, and squeezed the stalk at the root. She then dragged them up to the head and down again. She had to drop one hand on his shoulder to brace herself. And her damp hair fell to his face. He didn’t mind. It was the stroking of his dick that had his chest shriveling with tension.

  She flung her hair back, and its silky strands lifted from his face. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. “Breathe, Carlo,” she said.

  He did. Slow and easy just like her hand strokes.

  She flicked her tongue at his lips and the tip of his tongue eased out to greet her. They kissed and licked each other’s mouths as she guided the head of his member to her opening. Breeching at first was a tight pressure that surprised him. But he tilted his pelvis and delivered a few upward thrusts that opened her for the invasion. She hissed in celebration, and his cock’s penetration had him sheathed between the silkiest of walls. Her pussy felt so delicate in that moment, a few soft hums escaped him. Up and down she went, tossing her head in a half circular motion to cause it to land on her right shoulder. Carlo took hold of her hips to slow her down. If he learned anything from Shae about making love to a woman, it was that there was never a need to rush.

  Adara smiled for him and she looked years younger. She arched her back, and her head dipped further back, while her hands reached behind her and gripped his knees. Carlo’s gaze leveled down the line of his chest
, and he had an uninhibited view of their joining. The thick petals of her pussy lips, covered in a light fuzz, swallowed his dick.

  He thrust up.

  She went down.

  She rocked back and forth.

  He swirled his hips.

  Up. Down. Front to back. Swirl. Thrust. Over and over it went, until she was riding his dick, and he was slipping into that warm center where he believed he deserved a woman as sweet natured and giving as her. Carlo turned her over. He could not relinquish all of his control. He wanted her pinned beneath him. Dominated. Fully his. She gasped softly and her eyes stretched with surprise. More so since he never missed a beat in the flipping of positions. He kept drilling her nice and easy.

  “Oh, Carlo,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He put his face to the side of hers. He eased his hands between the bed and her buttocks, and gripped them tightly. He parted them so she could be even more open to him as he thrust in and out. She clawed at his back and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Carlo!” she cried out.

  Shae was gone. He accepted it. Lorenzo had betrayed their brotherhood. He accepted it. Marietta had tried to kill him. He accepted it. Adara was here, and she was his. He didn’t want to be alone. While lovingly stroking his dick in and out of her wet, tight, juicy pussy, he enjoyed the feeling of belonging the most. Having someone to care for him. He needed it. And she had. For weeks, without hesitation.

  He lifted his face and looked at her. She smiled up at him, her heartbeat raging under her breast. He stared into her eyes as he moved in and out of her. She blinked twice but held his stare.

  “What is it, Carlo?”

  “I need you,” he confessed.

  She cupped his face.

  “You have me. All of me.”

  She drew his face down to hers and they kissed once more. Carlo pumped his hips in rapid succession. And together they reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Together they released and relaxed.