Becoming his Possession: A Zanetti Famiglia Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  “Ermanno. Come to my place. We need to pay someone a visit.”

  “Yes, Boss,” he says before he ends the call.

  Deciding to get as much information as I can while I wait for Ermanno, I do what I do best—I search. I dig as much as I can. All of the information that I can find on Quirino Favero.

  It doesn’t take me long to find that at one time, he was very high into the Ricci famiglia. He was a soldier who worked his way up to a Capo then he was actually Mauro’s Underboss. It isn’t written down, there is no documentation, but fifteen years ago he was replaced as Underboss.

  Usually if someone is replaced, and they don’t retire, they are taken care of. No liabilities are ever left roaming the earth, it just isn’t done. Quickly combing through the financials, I notice that Faverno has been receiving a stipend for the past thirty years.

  “What the fuck,” I whisper.

  “What’s up?” Ermanno asks.

  I jump, not having heard him come into the house, or my office. Picking up my phone, I scroll through my security cameras to make sure that I didn’t miss any other notifications. Then, I find the camera that I set up in my bedroom and turn it on.

  Nicola is there, her back to me, her body naked as she sits on the edge of the bed. I notice that her hair is darker, probably wet from a shower.

  My cock twitches at the sight of her naked and wet on my bed. I can’t deny that later I’m going to make her mine again, it’s time. I’m tired of dancing around it, I just want her.

  “Boss?” Ermanno says, clearing his throat.

  Dropping my phone, I lift my gaze to meet his. “Does the name Quirino Favero mean anything to you?” I ask.

  “Should it?”

  “It wouldn’t have meant shit to me had I not discovered that he’s been meeting with Nicola in secret for over a year. That he met her at the BDSM club the Ricci famiglia owns. That he left her to fend for herself tonight and some asshole got ahold of her and beat the fuck out of her with a cane.”

  “Shit,” Ermanno hisses.

  I snort. “Tell me about it.”

  “I don’t know who it is. No fuckin’ clue,” he admits.

  “Yeah, you think Costa knows?”

  Ermanno’s lips press into a thin line. “You think you can trust him?”

  “I can’t even trust myself,” I admit.

  “Fuck.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  Chapter Twelve

  BENICIO

  I feel antsy, full-on fucking anxious. Ermanno drives us to Costa’s home, but all I can think about is Nicola in my bed. I keep checking on her through my camera feed.

  She’s lying naked in my bed, the sheets pulled up all the way to her neck as she watches television. I should be next to her, I should be inside of her, but I’m here trying to figure out just what in the fuck she’s got herself messed up in.

  Costa’s place comes into view, I shove my phone in my pocket in an attempt to not touch it anymore. I don’t need to check on her every second while I’m away, even if that’s exactly what I want to do.

  Ermanno shifts the car into park just as I throw the door open. Together we quickly make our way up Costa’s townhouse steps. Lifting my finger, I touch his buzzer and wait for him to answer.

  I’m surprised when the door opens and a beautiful, curvy, blonde answers. She looks from me to Ermanno, then back to me with a hesitant smile playing on her lips. No wonder Costa wanted to make sure that he survived that first night, he definitely has something worthwhile waiting for him at home.

  “Is your husband home?” I ask.

  “Who may I ask wishes to see him?”

  Her voice is raspy, husky in a sexy way. I open my mouth to introduce myself when I see Costa’s hand slide around her waist.

  “Who’s at the door, baby?” he purrs.

  He touches his mouth to the side of her neck before he lifts his gaze to meet mine. I watch as his eyes widen and he stands up straight.

  “Mister Martinelli,” he mumbles.

  “Oh, your new boss, please come inside. I’m Taylor Costa,” she offers as she stands to the side to allow us into her home.

  I hear a little girl giggle as soon as I step over the threshold. “Tay, go and check on her. Boss, Ermanno, come into my office,” Costa grunts, jerking his chin toward a doorway down the hall.

  Taylor disappears as we follow behind Costa. Once we’re in his office, Ermanno closes the door behind us.

  “What does this mean? You coming here to my home?” Costa asks, his voice lethal and low.

  I walk over to the lone chair that is across from his desk and sink down. Looking around, I smirk when I see pictures of his family all over the wall and smaller framed ones displayed in the bookcase. This office was decorated by his wife, that much is obvious, but it’s warm and cozy, I actually like it.

  “It means nothing, other than I needed to talk to you and I didn’t want to call and have this conversation over the phone,” I say.

  Costa doesn’t respond. He watches me, waiting for me to continue. I decide to put him out of his misery, even though I really kind of like watching him squirm.

  “Tell me what you know about Quirino Favero,” I demand.

  He can’t hide his surprise. His eyes widen and he shifts his gaze to the side before he brings it back to meet mine. I watch as he inhales a deep breath before letting it out on a long exhaled sigh.

  “I don’t know a whole lot, most is probably rumors and lore,” he begins.

  “Humor me,” I grunt.

  Costa nods his head. “Yeah, well rumor has it that he and Ricci’s wife had a long standing affair. See, he killed her, but nobody really knows why and Favero left around time of her death. As far as I know, he’s never been seen again.”

  “Oh, he has, just not by anyone in the famiglia,” I mumble.

  “What’s this about?” Costa asks again.

  Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair, wrapping my hand around the back of my neck and squeezing. I debate not telling him, keeping him in the dark because Ermanno is right, I can’t trust him, but at the same time, I need him.

  “He’s secretly been in contact with Nicola for the past year. They’ve been meeting. She doesn’t know who he is, but he knows everything about her. I’m just trying to figure all of this shit out.”

  Costa can’t hide his surprise. He blinks, his lips parting as he watches me for a moment. I clear my throat hoping to shake him from his shock and his head jerks.

  “Fuck. I don’t know the details, Benicio. I wish that I did. All I know is that he was an Underboss one day and then the next he was gone. I think we all just kind of assumed that he was dead.”

  “Will you help me get to the bottom of this?”

  Costa looks from me to the office door, then back to me. He doesn’t want to leave his wife and children. I don’t blame him, if I had a sweet wife like that at home, I wouldn’t want to leave either.

  You could have that, a voice whispers to me. She’s in your bed, just waiting for you.

  Shaking the thoughts away, I decide to focus on the task at hand. Finding out just who in the fuck Quirino is and why he has been in contact with Nicola the past year.

  How he found her at a sex club and just why in the fuck he is still alive and receiving a stipend if he’s not part of the famiglia anymore.

  “Yeah, let’s figure this shit out. I’m curious as hell, too. You need to know all the ins and outs of the famiglia if you’re going to be a proper Boss.”

  “You think that I will be?” I ask, arching a brow.

  Costa smirks. “You seem to be fair. You also seem to have a soft heart for Nicola and while normally I would tell you that shit will get you killed, Nicola deserves a man who has a soft heart for her.”

  “I don’t.”

  He smirks and Ermanno snorts behind me. “Fuck you both, I don’t. I hate her,” I hiss.

  “Love and hate are very fine lines, Boss. I hated my wife once, you kn
ow that?”

  Frowning, I tilt my head to the side. “Yeah?”

  Costa chuckles. “She was thrust at me. Didn’t have much of a choice, but I’m glad for it. She’s exactly who I didn’t know that I needed.”

  Dipping my chin, I don’t respond to his words. He’s lucky indeed, he’s also in a position that he can fall in love with his wife. I’m not in the same circumstance as him.

  Even if I admitted that I have feelings for Nicola, it would do neither of us any good. I can’t keep her. She offers absolutely nothing to the famiglia in the form of an alliance. She would never be approved as a match for me.

  So, I’ll take my fill. Fuck her until Gavino finds a match for me and then set her up somewhere in comfort. That is all that we can ever be. Nothing more—nothing less.

  Before I leave, I inform him that I want to go searching for Favero within the week, that I’m going to gather as much intel as we can before we pay him a visit.

  NICOLA

  Something touches my shoulder, then the sheets slide off of my body. Turning around slowly, I feel a warm palm wrap around my breast.

  Looking into his eyes, I’m thankful for the soft glow coming from the bathroom so that I can see his deep blue gaze staring into my own.

  “Benny,” I breathe.

  “We have a lot of talking to do… later.”

  “Later?” I ask.

  He smirks, lowering his head at the same time his fingers flex against my breast. “Later,” he breathes against my lips.

  Without another word, he shifts my body, wrapping his arms around my back so that his hips fit between my thighs.

  His mouth touches mine, his tongue slipping inside of me and he tastes me. Heaven. Him soft and sweet like this, it’s pure heaven.

  I open for him.

  My mouth, my thighs, my heart.

  I can’t stop any of it from happening, it just does and I know that I will feel pain later, when he undoubtedly hurts me, but in this exact moment… I don’t care.

  Shifting my hips, I moan when I feel his smooth hard length against my wet center. It’s been so long. Almost two years.

  I need to feel him inside of me like I need my next breath. He growls, I swallow the sound and try to tamp down the thrill that flows through me at that sound.

  He moves, sliding against my clit with his cock, grinding against me when what I really want is to feel him inside of me. I ache with the need, but he continues playing me. Lifting my hands, I hold on to his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh.

  “Please,” I beg.

  He grunts, his lips moving down my jaw, my neck and then back up to my ear. “You’re not wet enough,” he whispers.

  Whimpering, I shake my head from side to side. I know that I am, I’m so wet that I would be surprised if there wasn’t a damp spot beneath me on the bedding. I almost tell him that, but I don’t. I pinch my eyes closed, unable to even put together a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.

  One of his hands comes between us, he pinches my nipple and pulls. I feel the tingle throughout my entire body from his tug. I want more, I want everything, I want it all right now.

  “Please, Benny, please,” I cry.

  He chuckles. “Who do you belong to, Nicci?” he asks.

  My eyes open and I blink up at him. He’s got a smirk on his lips, but his eyes are not smiling at all. He’s completely serious. I open my mouth to ask him what he means, but he shakes his head.

  “I put my cock inside you, and I need you to know what that means.”

  “What does that mean?” I chance asking.

  “It means while you’re fucking me, nobody else in this world exists for you. There are no visits to Q. There are no other men at all whatsoever. They do not exist. There is just me. I am the only man you see, the only one you speak to, look at, or fuck. Do you understand?”

  I think about telling him to go fuck himself, but the look in his eyes, he’s not to be defied and I want him, too. I need him. If I don’t feel him inside of me, I’m not sure that I can make it another fucking day.

  “Nobody has ever existed but you, Benny. You don’t know that by now?”

  He shakes his head. “Q touched you. Wilson touched you. Never again,” he growls.

  I wish that his words could be everlasting. I wish that no man would ever touch me again, but I know as well as he does that they simply aren’t true.

  Another man will touch me, just like another woman will touch him. A different woman will give him babies. And I’ll probably never have babies of my own.

  It’s the way of the world.

  It’s the way of our world.

  “Never again,” I lie.

  He knows it’s a lie. But he wants to hear the words just the same. Benicio’s mouth crashes against mine at the same time he slams inside of me with one thrust. I let out a long moan as he fills me.

  I feel like I’m going to burst.

  Like I’m going to rip in two.

  I feel at peace.

  Benicio stills, his eyes focused on mine and he watches me for a beat. I lick my lips, looking up at him as I adjust my legs, pressing my shins against his ribs.

  “How does it feel so amazing, hmm?” he asks.

  I don’t think that he wants me to answer him, not really, but I do anyway. “I don’t know, but it does.”

  He dips his chin, touching his lips to mine briefly before he pulls out of me almost completely and then slides back inside. I expect his thrusts to be hard and punishing, but they aren’t. They’re almost sweet and I don’t know why, but it makes me teary-eyed.

  “Fuck me, Benny, please,” I beg.

  I don’t want to feel this much for him. I don’t want any of this emotion. I need him to fuck me, hard, show my body who its owner is, what I don’t need is for my heart to open completely.

  He’s already in there, but this is just too much for me to try and guard against. This is too sweet, too much like lovemaking, too much like the past.

  He chuckles. “I will, Nicci. Right now, I need you to feel all of me, and fuck me, but I need to feel all of you too.”

  That’s how we spend the evening. He makes love to me in the most excruciating way possible. He rips my battered heart open wide, shredding it and fitting himself inside, mending it around himself so that there will never be a moment the rest of my days where it doesn’t beat for him.

  I hate it and I hate him, just as much as I love it and love him.

  When I come, it’s a slow, building burning that erupts from inside of me, oozing out of every part of my body. Benicio grunts as soon as my pussy clamps down around him. Then he buries his face in my neck, his hips jerking as he fills me with his release and breathes heavily against my skin.

  Closing my eyes, I wrap my legs around him and hold him close to me. Inhaling a deep breath, I feel his cock twitching inside of me, enjoying the sensation, one that I didn’t know was possible to miss so damn much.

  “I’m sorry that I hurt you, Benny. I didn’t want to and I wish that I could take it all back,” I whisper.

  I’m not sure that he hears me, it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t. His lips touch the side of my neck as he pushes off of me, then I watch as he shifts off of the bed and makes his way into the bathroom. He appears a few moments later with a warm cloth in his hand.

  “You don’t have to…” But my words fall on deaf ears because he gently slides the cloth between my legs, cleaning me of the evidence of our release.

  “You’re on birth control and everything still, yeah?” he asks, never lifting his gaze to meet mine.

  I watch as he stands and makes his way back into the bathroom, then I hear the cloth slap against the marble flooring. He turns and walks back into the bedroom. I half expect him to put his clothes on and leave me again, but he surprises me and slips into bed behind me.

  He wraps his arms around me, pulling my back against his front and fitting his thigh between mine. I moan when I feel the hair of his thigh brush a
gainst my sensitive center.

  “I am,” I breathe. “My father’s physician has been coming by quarterly to give me a full workup, STIs and everything. My last appointment was two months ago.”

  He doesn’t say anything right away, his arms flex around me and he pulls me even deeper against his body.

  “That part of your life is done now, Nicola. Just you and me now, baby.”

  Tears fill my eyes. I want to believe him. Want to believe everything that he’s just said in those simple two sentences. But I know that it’s not true. It’s just simply—not true.

  Chapter Thirteen

  BENICIO

  The invitation arrives and I do nothing but grunt. Benicio Martinelli, plus one. Picking up my phone, I send a text to Arlo to let him know that I won’t be able to make it. Aside from the fact that I definitely cannot bring Nicola, especially to a public famiglia event, I also can’t leave her alone, yet.

  She doesn’t know that I have the entire house monitored, but I don’t want her to think she can slip away and get herself in trouble again. I need to monitor her until I figure her out, and figure out this whole thing with Quirino. There is something a lot fucking deeper happening with him and her together.

  ARLO: ALL GOOD. HATE THE BITCH ANYWAY.

  Arlo’s text causes me to chuckle. He does hate his fiancée. This is what I don’t want for myself. I know that I’ll have to marry for duty, to form an alliance, but I don’t want to hate the woman.

  If I have to spend the rest of my life tied to someone, I want to at least be able to tolerate her.

  “Benny?” a sweet voice calls out from the entryway of my office.

  Like a good mafia woman, she doesn’t take even a single step inside. She knows her place, though that knowledge probably came at a price so high that I couldn’t even imagine the horrors she’s suffered.

  Yet, I still use her for my personal pleasure. The guilt should consume me, but one look at her and all I can think about is my hard cock.