La Dolce Vita: Romantic Suspense (Battaglia Mafia Series Book 7)

by Sienna Mynx

  But not with her.

  And that was the real reason she brought him home. It was the final test after so many others in the past five years between them. She wanted to show him who she was, the good and the bad. Now there was nothing between them. She'd bared her soul completely, and he didn't even flinch.

  Giovanni’s mouth lifted from hers.

  Mirabella’s breath escaped her in ragged gusts. No matter how wicked his kisses were, it was his hands that made her shiver. He ran both down her arms. And then his hand went to the top button of her shorts. He pushed it through the slit, and she felt the zipper go down. She drew off the halter top she wore at the picnic. She let him push her shorts down her hips, and they dropped down her legs.

  It was her turn to do the same. She unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled his shirt over his head. Giovanni gripped and cupped both cheeks of her buttocks and squeezed them apart then pushed them up, so she rose on her toes. Mirabella kissed his chest. She traced her tongue up the hard muscle to his neck. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him as he took only a few steps to the bed.

  It was hard and squeaked loudly when he brought her down. The comforter felt cheap. She opened her eyes, and she could see mildew patches and stains on the ceiling. The carpet and room smelled stale. And all of it felt real.

  Yes, she had been brought to a room similar to this one with Cutter over a decade ago. She was scared and insecure. The night she spent with him hadn't been magical. She had so much regret back then for rebelling against her granddaddy and discarding her virginity. Those memories began to fade. All she felt and knew at the moment was him.

  Mirabella wasn't sure when he undressed. But he had. Between kisses and licks he'd drew off his underwear and his pants. And then with the swirl of his hips, he screwed into her slow with deep shallow circles. She lifted her arms above her head and pressed her hands to the flat wood surface of the headboard and moved her hips in timing with his. She bit down on her tongue and wanted more.

  Giovanni wanted nothing more than to slam his entire length into her. But he had to make it last. Tonight felt different. He wasn’t just loving his wife; he was healing his wife. He pulled from and moisture glazed his cockhead. He started to move down her sexy curvy body.

  “Ti mangierei--I want to eat you up,” he said, his voice husky with emotion. And then he parted the folds of her sex to latch his lips onto her clit. Her breath hissed. Her legs and buttocks trembled. The tip of his tongue swirled over her honey pot, and she began to thrust her pelvis up and cause her pussy to brush up and down his mouth. And in a matter of seconds, she came.

  When he let her go and eased up her body, she pushed at his chest to make him turn over. She straddled him, and he sat up with his back to the headboard. At some point, the pillows were tossed off the bed. They were face to face with his erection between them.

  She kissed him and her hand stroked the back of his head, and the other touched his cheek. It was Giovanni who lifted her to put her juicy cunt over his dick. Poised at the tip, he brought her down slowly. Mirabella's mouth popped open, and a soft hiss of breath escaped her parted lips. Her lids lowered, and he felt himself go deep.

  "Ride me, Bella," he whispered in her ear.

  She gripped his biceps and her nails nearly broke the skin. She did as he asked using her knees as leverage. She bounced on his dick harder and faster than he could instruct her. It knocked his head back sent him groaning. His hands fastened to her hips, and he guided her progress when it became too much to bear. Still, she had control. Maybe he shouldn't have chosen this position first. She was killing him. He traced a single finger down the sweaty trail of her spine and let it slip between the fat cheeks of her ass. He then pressed in to insert the tip of his finger to the rim and then press at the sphincter. Mirabella gasped and moved a bit slower. His dick was grateful. If not for his control move their love making would have ended prematurely. She was killing him.

  “Down baby, down,” she panted and lifted off him.

  She scooted back on his knees and pulled him so he wouldn’t be sitting up for their love making. She wanted him flat to his back. “Stay down,” she ordered. She grabbed his cock and once again directed his entry. He shuddered. Mirabella laughed and arched back. She gave him a show as the mounds of her breasts jiggled and lifted up with the juicy dark points ripe for him to suck. He wanted too, but they were beyond his mouth. So he reached and pinched the left one hard. She smacked his hand away. She gave him a show as she raised her arms above her head and began a sexy dance that made her rise and fall on his dick again and again. Giovanni's hold on to her hips slipped and tightened as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. The tight wet ring of heat that squeezed his dick caused his balls to draw up and his toes to bend.

  “Più veloce--faster! Più veloce--faster! Più veloce--faster! Più duro--harder!” he repeated until his voice clogged in his throat with emotion. He flipped her to her back and pinned her leg back to fuck her his way. She didn’t object. He was too far gone to hear or notice if she had.

  "Giovanni," she breathed. "Yes, baby!"

  His chest gliding over hers and the loud smacking sound of his fucking her wet juicy pussy sounded off louder than the creaking of the mattress springs and banging of the headboard. He now had both thighs and legs pushed back. It wasn’t until he had her body pinned beneath him with her legs locked down and her pussy spread for his invading cock did he seem satisfied.

  "Feel so good Bella. This pussy feels so good," he grunted. And he dropped his face, so it pressed against the side of hers. She gritted her teeth and enjoyed her husband’s breakdown. Yes, he was an aggressive and overpowering lover, but it wasn't just his body and mind in control. The same emotional seizures she suffered, he endured as well. He fucked and loved her all at once. Targeted strikes of his thrusting cock built friction against her sensitive walls, and her labia swelled constricting around her opening. That excited him. She knew he could feel it. She could tell by the oohs, and ahhs, escaping him. And though the backs of her thighs burned from being pinned down she was able to summon some strength to hold on.

  Giovanni slammed into her three or four more times and then collapsed. She knew every ounce of his seed was emptied into her. She had to push hard at his chest so he could lift and she could bring down her legs. He kissed her brow, her nose, her lips and the tips of her breasts before dropping over with hard pants.

  They lay side by side.

  “Don’t ever bring me to a place you’ve been too with another man,” he panted. “I don’t like it.”

  She chuckled. “You think I don’t know the place we bought for Catalina and Domi used to be your playboy spot? Where you bought other women?”

  His eyes stretched wide. “I--I--I--” he stammered.

  Mirabella rolled to her side and partially lay on his sweaty chest. “This is our place now Giovanni. You know you liked it.”

  He grunted. "I loved it. I don't even remember what we were talking about earlier. In fact, I don't want to remember," he yawned.

  "Get some rest. And then give me more, in an hour."

  He laughed. “Three hours.”

  “Three! Two is my compromise!”

  He squeezed her to him. “Feel better Bella? Do you?”

  “I feel wonderful Giovanni. Grazie.”

  “Tu sei la mia vita--you are my life,” he said.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Family

  Apple Grove, Virginia

  Mirabella slept close. Giovanni turned and she was under him. Any movement and she scooted her beautiful body closer. He smiled. He moved her hair from her face. The ponytail had come out long ago. Now it was thick and frizzy all over her head. He liked to see it that way. He kissed her brow.

  Last night they fell asleep with the lights on. It was far too bright in the room. He turned to his back and reached over to shut off the lamp. The light from outside slipped in through the part of the orange and brown curtains.

  “Mmm
,” she groaned and turned her face away to keep him from experiencing her morning breath. “What time is it.”

  He kissed her shoulder. “Early, around six,” he said.

  “We should get back. I want to be there when my babies wake up.”

  “What about this baby?” he said and tried to ease his erection in her.

  "No, Gio. I'm sore. You wore me out." She scooted away. He groaned, and she eased out of the bed. "Seriously. I'm swollen down there." She stretched at the side of the bed, and it only made him want to get inside of her once more.

  “Let me kiss it. Make it feel better.”

  She shook her head and went to the bathroom and closed the door. He heard her lock it. He chuckled. Giovanni fell back over and looked at the stained ceiling. This man Cutter. He'd hurt his Bella. He knew she wanted to give him the details, but it was so tightly wound around her heart she could barely let it go.

  He understood. But someone should teach Cutter a lesson.

  Giovanni reached for the phone. He checked and saw the cost of a long distance call from the room. He dialed the appropriate code and then a number he hadn't called in months.

  “Hello. Can I speak to Henry?”

  A woman went silent on the other end. It was either Henry’s wife or oldest daughter. Either way when Giovanni called they rarely greeted him with friendly banter. He understood. What they knew of him and Henry’s relationship it should give them pause.

  “One second,” the woman said. This time Giovanni caught the voice. It was Henry’s wife. Her name was Ally. She was American and at least twenty years younger than his cousin. Henry had been married a few times over the years. Always young, and always redheads from what Giovanni knew.

  “Gio!” Henry came on the line.

  He smiled. "Wolf! How are you, cousin?"

  “What the hell? I got your message! Are you in America?”

  “I am. Apple Grove.”

  “Where the fuck is that?”

  “Virginia,” Giovanni said.

  “Oh, okay. Give me the address.”

  Giovanni gave him the address. He heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. He had a few minutes before his wife reappeared. He grabbed a pillow and propped it behind his head. “How soon can you come visit?”

  “Mmm, maybe a day or so. I can arrange it. Is your wife with you? The kids?”

  “Everyone’s here,” Giovanni said.

  "Maybe I can bring Ally and my boys. We can do a little family get together."

  “She’d like that. But I think this time it should be you and me. I need your help.”

  Henry went silent. A long pause had stretched between them before he spoke. "Gio, I told you. I'm out that business. I got the ATF and the Feds crawling all over me now. I'm done."

  “I know. I just need to know if you have contacts in this region.”

  Henry chuckled. “Apple Grove, Virginia? No. I doubt I have any contacts there.”

  “Not here, Norfolk. A man named Cutter. Supposed to be a big business man and owns boxing rings. Can you check him out for me? Make some calls?”

  “Why not go through your ties in Philly? I’m sure they could get the answers.”

  “Because we’re family. Right cousin?”

  “Right,” Henry said. “Maybe next time you’ll come to me, and we can catch up. Be family. You know?”

  “I’d like that.”

  The door opened, and Mirabella appeared in a towel. She frowned to see him on the phone. "I got to go." He said and then gave him the number to the farmhouse. Henry promised to call back that afternoon before they hung up.

  “Who was that?” she asked.

  “Henry. You said I should call him. He’d like to meet you and the kids.”

  "Oh," she flashed him a pretty smile. "The soap isn't the best, but the shower is nice. Wanna join me?”

  “I thought you were sore?” he asked.

  "A little cool water on my lady parts did the trick." She tossed the towel onto the bed. His gaze went down her breasts to her pussy. "Come on; I'll wash your back. You wash mine."

  Giovanni didn’t’ have to be asked twice. He tossed aside the covers and went after her.

  ***

  Marietta shot upright in bed. She listened and heard it again. A baby cried. She pushed Lorenzo leg off hers and got out of the bed. The children weren't far, but they slept in the room together. She slept with Lorenzo. Before she could put on her robe, she could hear the toddler scream. Lorenzo sat up confused.

  “It’s okay. I got them.”

  She went into the hall and saw Eve coming out of the room. She carried a crying Gianni who was missing his diaper. The toddler was half her size, but she managed to lift him in her arms. Marietta smiled at her niece.

  “He woke up!”

  "Thank you, Eve," Marietta said. She took Gianni from her. She kissed his face. He hugged her neck and stopped crying.

  “Va male--things aren't going well. I tried to change Gianni's nappy, but he wouldn't let me." Eve pointed to the room. "I already changed Gino!"

  Marietta looked up. Gino came out of the room with his diaper on backwards and his two middle fingers in his mouth.

  "I see. Well, you are the perfect helper. And good morning."

  Eve grinned. She walked over to Gino and took his hand. Marietta followed her back into the room. How long had the kids been up? It was so early. She put Gianni down on the bed. He laid back and tried to roll over. She grabbed his little leg and forced him to come back. Marietta used the cast aside diaper and fitted it on him.

  “Where’s my mommy?” Eve asked.

  “She’s on her way home. Do you want to help me fix breakfast for her and Papa?”

  Eve nodded. Gino climbed on the bed and stared at his brother who was kicking his feet and crying to have his pamper fastened. Marietta managed the task. The moment she did Gianni rolled away and scooted off the bed. “Come here. Let me fix your diaper.”

  Gino came over to his aunt and lay down like a good boy.

  “I am going to wake up Zio!” Eve said.

  Marietta smiled. “You do that.”

  Lorenzo felt a smack on his back. It was a small one, but it startled him. He looked up. Eve smiled at him. "Buongiorno. It’s time to get up!”

  He frowned. “It is? Where is Marie?”

  “Come on Zio! Let’s get up. I want to cook breakfast and then swing on that tire by the tree! Come on!” She pulled at his arm. Lorenzo groaned. He never had to deal with the kids. It would take some getting used too. He sat up but covered his lower half with the sheet so Eve wouldn’t get an unexpected glimpse at his morning wood.

  “Go find Marie. I’ll be there in a few.”

  Eve nodded and left the room; she closed the door behind her. Lorenzo sighed. He picked up his watch next to the nightstand. It was early. He wondered what luck his men were having in the search for Isabella. He picked up the phone and paged Carlo. He needed some hope that they'd find her soon. When he dressed and left the room, Marietta, and the kids were already downstairs. He came off the last step just as there was a knock at the door. Confused by the early morning visit he almost turned to get his gun. But they were in America. And there was no real threat to be leery of.

  "Answer it, babe!" Marietta said.

  He nodded and opened the door. Clyde stood there with what looked like two trays of food.

  "Minnie wanted me to make sure you got this. Leftover barbecue from last night. And some of the sweets for the kids."

  “Oh. Grazie!” Lorenzo accepted the trays and went inside. Clyde came in and closed the door.

  “Morning Marietta,” he said.

  “Morning Clyde. I was just about to start breakfast. Would you like to stay?”

  “No. I have work to do. My boys are already out in the fields. I came to deliver a message. Minnie wants to bake you some pies, come over with the girls. I thought maybe I can take Giovanni and Lorenzo out for a few beers tonight.

  Lorenzo peeled off the alum
inum foil on the tray and ate some of the meat. He shrugged. "Sure. I'll tell Giovanni."

  “Okay then. Maybe around seven.”

  “Seven? That’s early?” Lorenzo frowned.

  “We do things a bit early in the country.” Clyde smiled. He waved bye to them and the kids and left.

  “That was rude,” Marietta said.

  “What? What did I do?” Lorenzo asked half chewing and half swallowing. Before his wife could reply the phone rang. She nearly jumped in surprise. He went for it before she could.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s me,” Carlo said.

  “Anything? Any news?”

  “Yeah, we think Alek has her. Not in the triangle. She’s closer to home. When will you be back?”

  Lorenzo glanced over to Marietta who was giving him a side-eye look. She was listening though she helped Eve crack eggs. And at his feet was Gianni patting his leg. The little tot loved to be held. He reached down and picked him up. "We're here for another few days. But don't wait on me. Get her. Do you understand me.”

  "Got it," Carlo said and ended the call.

  He hung up.

  “What was that about?”

  Lorenzo smiled. “Nothing to worry about beautiful. Good news.”

  ***

  Later that evening –

  "That is the best sweet potato pie I have ever tasted," Marietta said.

  "Shoot, that's nuthin,' you should have tried your grandmother's pies. Those were heavenly," Minnie said. Her daughter Belinda got up and started collecting the plates. In grade school, Marietta had a chubby friend who grew into a fat friend named Belinda. They called her B.B.B.--Big Booty Belinda. The kids teased her mercilessly. She always thought the name Belinda was for fat girls. She was wrong. Belinda could be a runway model. She had the height and the perfect symmetry to her body, same as Zenobia. She was at least five foot ten in flats. Her skin was so dark it looked polished. Her eyes were round, with irises the color of cinnamon. Very striking eyes. One ear lobe had piercings all along the cutter shell of her ear. The other earlobe had only three. She had a petite waist and perky breasts under a tube top, and a heart shaped romp. Belinda went into the kitchen and stacked the dishes near the sink to clean them.