Adriana nodded thankfully to her, then stepped up to me, taking my face in her hands. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed me, carefully avoiding making contact with my nose. Still, her lips were as soft and wonderful as ever, perhaps even more so since it had been five long, torturous days since I'd felt them. “You wonderful, wonderful man,” she whispered. “I wish I could've been here sooner.”
I carefully hugged Adriana back, conscious of the pain still in my chest and back, and our kiss deepened until Carmen coughed discreetly. “Excuse me, guys, but we have a lot to talk about, don't you think? Besides, I don't think Daniel is ready for what you two are obviously heading toward.”
Adriana stepped back, blushing. “Is it that obvious?”
“Honey, I know all about seduction,” Carmen said with a laugh.
We found seats around the living area, Adriana helping me to sit down on the sofa. She took the other end of the sofa while Carmen grabbed a chair from her dining area and sat down.
“First off, Adriana, no offense, but what is a Mafia princess doing in this part of town anyway?” Carmen asked, not aggressively but still concerned. “Am I going to have some of your uncle's men kicking in the door any time soon?”
“Maybe,” Adriana said. “I'm not here wearing this discount store crap with his blessing. I ditched my bodyguard and ran like hell.”
“So what's with the clothes though?” Carmen asked, curious. “I mean, Daniel's gone on and on about you, and he said you weren't stuck up, but that stuff is right off the shelf. You missed a tag on the jeans, by the way.”
Adriana looked down, noticing the little tag on the cuff of the jeans, and pulled it off. “I didn't know if Carlo had put any sort of GPS tracker in my stuff. The only things I still have are my laptop and my cellphone, and I pulled the battery from both of those until I figure out what to do with them.”
I gave Adriana a surprised look, which she returned with a raised eyebrow. “What? I've grown up in a Mafia family my entire life. While I may have been somewhat insulated from all of the icky details, I did learn a few things. Just like I know that you and I can't stay here forever, regardless of how nice Carmen is being. And Carmen, thank you. Dan's a handful, even when he isn't being beaten up.”
“He is, but he's promised to make things right,” Carmen answered.
“I've been trying to analyze the data from Adam's computer when I'm awake,” I said, pointing to my laptop. “Thankfully, I copied the whole damn bunch of files onto my computer before we got caught.”
Adriana reached out and touched my leg, her eyes swimming with tears. “Even when you were thrown out, I knew you'd stay to protect me. I don't know why, but I just knew it.”
“Well, regardless of what you knew, it's time for Daniel's medicine, and then a nap,” Carmen said, standing up and brushing off her pants. “And before you give me any more of that macho shit, remember that the doctor at the clinic I dragged you to told me you should be in a hospital. How you even got off the sofa to drive to pick Adriana up, and then made it up the stairs without screaming, I'll never know.”
I was in and out of consciousness for the next twenty-four hours as they insisted that I finish up the last of the pain pills that the doctor had given me. I was pretty out of it when Adriana helped me to the bathtub for my soak, the warm water, aftereffects of the drugs, and my still exhausted state leaving me only semi-conscious.
“How'd you stay awake long enough to come get me?” Adriana asked me as she helped lower me into the water. “Seriously.”
“You caught me at just the right time,” I mumbled, sighing as the water started to work its magic. I don't know if the myth about the Epsom salts is true, but I was more comfortable in the water than out. Probably because it took at least some of the weight off my aching body. “I was about fifteen minutes from my next pill when you called.”
“I'm glad I did,” Adriana said, helping me lie back. She rolled up a hand towel and placed it behind my head, the extra comfort helping. “Think you can stay awake enough that you don't drown?”
“I'm good,” I said, waving. “But why don't you want to stay?”
“Dan, you still look like a poster child for getting your ass beat, and I know you're in pain, but it's been five days since I last touched you. I don't want to hurt you.”
“Mmm, later then,” I replied with a little smile. “A little TLC would help all my aches go away. Besides, I need to start stretching things out. I lay around much longer, and Carmen's going to start vacuuming me like part of the rug.”
Adriana smiled and kissed my hand, then got up, leaving the bathroom but leaving the door open in case I needed help. I lay back, trying to clear my thoughts, when I heard the two of them talking.
“So you're an art student?”
“Yeah, it's a lot of fun. And you're a dancer at the Starlight Club, right?”
Carmen's reply sounded like she was a little ashamed, which I didn't understand. Like Terry said, she didn't have any hang-ups, and she was good at what she did. “I . . . I've been doing it for two years now.”
“Why turn red? You put money on your table, you've got a nice place, and you look like a girl who's not planning on doing it forever.”
“And the bonus clients?” Carmen asked, causing Adriana to go silent. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Not too many good men out there want to spend their life with a whore. Not that I do it by choice—some of the men there, you don't say no to, so I pretend to enjoy it.”
I was surprised at the heat I heard in Adriana's reply. “So you do what you have to do. I'm not one to judge—I grew up in the fucking Mafia. I'm in love with a man who's killed people, my uncle is the Godfather of the whole Sea-Tac area, and my mother is one of his key lieutenants. My entire art school education has been paid for by money made from the family business, which includes who knows how many thousands taken from the Starlight Club over the past ten years. So who needs to apologize to whom? My family made money off your ass. Literally.”
I could hear Carmen thinking about it for a while, then she laughed. “I guess nobody here is all that innocent.”
Adriana's laughter made me smile, and I was glad to hear the two women start to bond. I let my mind drift, looking at the little yellow ducks that were part of the bathroom tile—a horrendous look, if you ask me—when I heard the two of them laugh again. Carmen took a deep breath, recovering before speaking. “He did?”
“Yep,” Adriana replied, laughing. “Seriously, who carries a pistol into the changing room at Nordstrom's?”
“I'm not surprised. I was actually surprised when he showed up at my doorstep without a gun. He carried that fucking Beretta like it was a teddy bear every time I saw him.”
“I know. By the way, he told me about the time he lost his shit with you. I'm glad you forgave him. By the way, how'd he end up here?”
“I was at the Starlight Club, getting ready to go home after a night of work when he staggered in the door, looking like he'd been hit by a truck and then run over. Terry, the manager, was about to throw him out before he realized who it was, and I came up front.”
“And what made you help him?”
“If it wasn't for him, I would've never met Adam. He treated me like any other girl—something I've longed for. But I'm guessing that's done now, isn't it?”
“It's my fault, Carmen. I'm sorry I brought this monster into all your lives.”
“It's not your fault, Adriana. No one would ever bring someone like that in their life on purpose. I'd like to continue this sometime, but I've got to get ready for work,” Carmen said, and I heard her getting up. “You two relax, and I'll see you in the morning.”
After helping me out of the tub and cooking a light dinner, Adriana and I finally had a chance to talk amongst ourselves. “So what now?”
Setting my fork aside, I wiped my mouth and leaned back into the sofa. “That depends on you, Ade.”
“How so?” she asked, setting her fork aside. Neither of us had eaten
too much, as her cooking skills weren't really all that great. “Sorry about the sauce. Guess I grew up a little too pampered.”
“Don't worry, I'll teach you if you want,” I replied. “But as for how so, well, you have a choice. On one hand, we can run. I know some people—independent operators who can get us a fake ID for the right price. We take off, get the hell out of here. Other side of the country, Canada, Mexico, wherever. For me, it's no problem. I have IDs already lined up. You try to buy a plane ticket or cross the border as Adriana Bertoli, and we'll find your uncle waiting for us wherever we go. So a fake ID is vital. That's option one.”
“And option two?” Adriana asked, placing her hands on the table.
“We stay,” I said quietly. “Drake made this personal for both of us. I don't have too many friends, Adriana. I had Bertoli men who were coworkers, and that is about it except for Adam. To top it off, he's threatened you. I want this guy's head on a plate. And with the data that I got from Adam's computer, I think I can get him. There are some clues that I can follow up on once I'm healed up, and I get myself another weapon.”
Adriana thought about it, then shook her head in refusal. “Option one, we run. And we spend the rest of our lives running, both from Drake until he gets caught, and from Uncle Carlo. But if we do option two, we run the risk of being caught by either group, as well as placing Carmen at risk. We can't just keep crashing here, as I'm sure you know. If anything, the manager at the Starlight is going to tell the next guy Carlo sends to pick up his money, and they'll ask her. She doesn't need to be caught in a lie to Carlo.”
I nodded. “I know. I was thinking of finding a place we can crash as soon as I'm mobile. Ade, I promised myself as I drove that I'd protect you regardless of the risk.”
She blushed and looked down, then a moment later looked in my eyes, a hunger in there that wouldn't be sated by ramen with burned corn. “Then I choose option three.”
“Which is?” I asked, turning slightly as she got up off the floor and climbed onto the couch in my lap. “If this is option three, I'm liking it so far.”
“Option three is that first, I make love to you until all of the soreness is gone from your body and is replaced by a different kind of sore,” Adriana cooed, running her hands through my hair. “Then, we find and kill this asshole, Drake. Finally, I send a message to Mom, telling her I'm leaving. We start a new life, maybe in Tahiti or something.”
“I don't have enough saved up to spend the rest of our lives in Tahiti,” I replied with a soft groan as Adriana began rubbing my chest through my shirt, “but I'm pretty sure we can figure out something.”
Working slowly, she started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my skin as she exposed it, nibbling under my jawline as I leaned my head back, my hands stroking her arms. “Ade . . .”
“This time, let me take the lead,” Adriana whispered, finishing opening my shirt. “I know you're not able to pound me the way we both love it—and yes, I do love it when you put my ankles by my head and slam that huge cock of yours into me over and over until I'm coming and crying because it feels so good. You like it too, don't you?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, my mind flaring with memories that, combined with the feeling of Adriana on top of me, had me hard as a rock.
“Good, because tonight, I'm going to ride this cowboy hard,” she whispered, kissing down my neck until she found my nipples. I'd never had a woman lick my nipples before, but it sent little tingles through me that I was happy to feel. I groaned softly, and she looked up, smiling.
I moaned as she found the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, freeing my cock. “Sorry, forgot my underpants.”
“Forgot . . . right,” she said with an ironic laugh. “It's okay though. I'm glad—makes it easier for me.”
She leaned down and licked my cock, sending chills up my spine. “Someday I'm going to suck this until you give me a creamy treat. But right now, I need it somewhere else. Hope you don't mind.”
Adriana scooted back, pulling her t-shirt and bra off, then quickly shucking her loose jeans and panties. Standing there before me in all her nude glory, I was breathless. In all the other times we'd made love, the lights had been dimmed in her temporary room at the Bertoli mansion, where we barely had enough light to see each other.
I'd never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Her flame red hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, ending in the front just at the top swell of her generous breasts, which were creamy and flawless, capped with soft bubblegum pink nipples that were already crinkling with arousal. Her stomach wasn't super lean, but lithe and smooth, with just a hint of red under her belly button from a missed spot the last time she'd trimmed.
The ghostly trail continued to the cleft between her legs, framed by auburn red hair that was just a little darker than her head, beautiful and perfect as her hips flared out before curving back into long, wonderful legs that I thought were the sexiest I'd ever seen. My cock twitched despite itself, and I was left speechless.
“Guess you like the way I look in the light,” Adriana said with a chuckle as she climbed back on the couch. She helped me scoot down some, then swung her leg over, taking my cock and aligning it with her warm entrance.
“Ade . . . wait,” I said, trying to twist to the side and failing as a spear of pain shot up my lower back. “No protection.”
She ignored me, lowering herself an inch onto my cock. Both of us stopped, and my eyes opened wide at the feeling. She paused, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, biting her lower lip and smiling. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight in all my life, and my heart melted again at the sight of her. “Oh God, that's good.”
Opening her eyes as she sank down, she saw the expression on my face. “Daniel Neiman, don't tell me this is a first for you too?”
I nodded, still unable to speak. It felt so good, and she leaned forward to kiss me. “Well then, I'm glad it's me who gets to give you a first for once,” she said, allowing her hips to settle against mine.
She rose, her pussy gripping my cock and massaging it wonderfully before she lowered herself back down, both of us shaking at the pleasure. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, hold on,” Adriana said, planting her hands on either side of my head, grabbing the side of the couch. With a seductive, sexy grin, she started to ride my cock, her pussy gripping me perfectly, my cock caressed as it had never been before.
I brought my arm up. The muscles ached, but the pain was dulled by the passion and pleasure of our lovemaking. I lifted the supple warmth of her breast to my lips, sucking on the hard pebble of her nipple. I love tasting her skin. The way it feels in my mouth is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I nibbled and sucked on the tenderness as she rode me, loving me with all the strength our bodies had.
Pure happiness and pleasure radiated from my cock as Adriana started moving faster and faster, letting herself go and feeling the rise of orgasm inside her. Freeing her nipple, I looked up at her. Her mouth opened slightly in a sort of oval shape and her eyes dilated. “That's it, my love. Don't hold back.”
She heard my words but didn't respond, her hips moving faster and faster. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she plunged herself over and over onto me. I tried to help, but my arms were still too damaged and weak to do much more than encourage her—but it didn't matter. I could feel my own orgasm rising within me, my balls tightening and swelling as I rushed toward my climax.
“I'm going to . . .” I grunted, my hips moving out of my control. Adriana nodded, pushing herself harder and faster before freezing, her head thrown back and her hair like fire, a long wail building deep within her chest that peeled out of her mouth with the passion of untold depths. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I pushed one last time as my own body pushed over the edge and I held on as best I could. Adriana's legs gave out, and her body sank the last fraction of an inch onto my cock as I tumbled over the edge, claiming her as mine.
We lay, both of us panting at the effor
t of our lovemaking. “I love you,” Adriana whispered. “Forever.”
“Ade,” I whispered, kissing her hair. “You've made a true man out of me. Before, I was just a boy in an adult body, not ready to commit to any woman. But now that you're in my life, I feel complete and truly a man.”
She smiled and snuggled into my chest. “Good, because I'm not letting go of you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I stroked her back and kissed her cheek. “Me too. Adriana, will you marry me?”
She froze for a second, then relaxed, sighing against my cheek. “Of course I will. I hope you don't mind a long engagement, though. I'd like to wait a little while, to see if we can reconcile with my mom, if nobody else. She deserves to see me get married. Besides, it'd give us more time to go on real dates, kind of do the whole regular relationship thing for a while at least.”
“I can do that,” I said. “Make you safe, reconcile with your family, and then get married. Sounds easy enough when you put it that way.”
Chapter 19
Adriana
It took Daniel nearly a week to recover from the majority of his bruises and wounds, during which time he and I spent most of our time in Carmen's apartment. She and I quickly bonded as friends, and I found the spicy, seductive, diminutive Latina a great match. Her life experiences were vastly different from mine, and she was more than willing to open up to me.
"You're up early, aren't you?” Carmen said.
I looked over at the clock and saw that it was nearing nine in the morning. “If you can say that. What are you doing awake? I figured you'd sleep until noon at least.”
She shrugged and changed the channel. “Tomorrow I probably will. But I never sleep all that much, although I'll probably try and take a nap before heading in today. She flipped channels again, settling on a game show on some cable channel and setting the remote down next to her. “You know, Adriana, you certainly don't fit the image I had of you.”
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