by Mynx, Sienna
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He winked. Once in the hall he felt another pang of guilt over abandoning his guest so soon. Silly as it sounded, he needed time with her, and time was never a friend to him. He hurried down the stairs and turned left for the gathering room toward the back of his place. He found Dominic pacing. Alone. Curious he walked in concerned. “What is it?”
“Got off the phone with our contact in Genoa.”
“And?”
“Giuseppe Calderone is dead. They found his car abandoned at Le Scogliere. There’s blood in the trunk, lots of it. Also his gun and shoes.”
Giovanni stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants. “A hit?”
“Angelo’s kicking up a fuss; he’s making accusations. Don Calderone has suffered a stroke.”
“Shit.” Giovanni paced.
“All his men are out on this one. Lake Como is being ripped apart. Families dragged from their homes in the middle of the night. Two have already been executed. The old man is letting Angelo call the orders on this one. They haven’t found the body, but when they do...”
“You have concerns? They’ll look my way?”
“Giovanni. Lorenzo and Giuseppe have been seen quite a bit together in the past few years. Between Genoa and Bellagio, many have questioned their casual friendliness.”
“Lorenzo wouldn’t do this and not warn me.”
“I haven’t found anything to connect him. But there is a weak link in Calderone’s family. Do you remember Fish?” Dominic asked. “He’s Giuseppe’s flunky trying to make the ranks. If Lo and Giuseppe had any type of business or private feud Fish would know about it. With everything going on, I needed your approval before I make contact. I don’t think my snooping around now is in the best interest of the family. Should we let the dust settle or the body to surface?”
Giovanni wiped his chin. Things could get messy. He needed to close ranks. “Return to Bellagio. We can’t take him out of there. It’s too risky. So you’ll need to go inside for my answers. I want to be ahead of this fucking mess. Prepared. Take Carlo.”
“He’s too much of a hot head Gio, he will…”
“Take him. I don’t know what you’re walking into, and I can’t trust Lo with the truth. Not yet. You need a gun quicker than your own. You find out everything you can about Giuseppe and Lorenzo. I don’t give a shit how you do it, but you fucking do it!”
“Si.”
“Wait. Wait.” Giovanni threw his hands up in frustration. “We receive the shipment from the Irish in two days.”
“The designer, she’s up and operating after your orders. I’ve had my men keep tabs on the workers. A staff of about sixteen working out of three floors of the building, and they are there early every day and late in the evenings. None of them have ventured to the cellars. Have you worked out that detail?” Dominic asked.
“Contact Marsuvio. Tell him I want a building inspector to pay the ladies a visit, here. We need to minimize activity at that building until my shipment is secured then moved.”
“What reason should he give this time?” Dominic asked.
“Inform the women that they’ve broke some law. I don’t give a fuck. Flavio is close to finalizing the deals in Sicily. Until then we don’t need any distractions.”
Dominic gave another nod and left him to his thoughts. He could be wrong. His young protégé could be wrong. Still his gut said differently. Lost in his doubts, he returned to his room. He didn’t expect the scene that greeted him. Mira had taken a match to a pair of tall slender black candles in silver pedestals and lowered the lights in the room. The table was positioned outside on his balcony and the night air only licked at the flames, causing them to extend and grow brighter. She hadn’t changed out of the sexy wrap dress, and he was grateful.
“Welcome back. Just in time. Dinner.”
He closed the door and turned the lock. He told his men not to disturb him further, no matter the issue. The night was theirs.
Catalina had his favorite meals prepared for his return. Tonight would be the first night he dined in his room with someone special. Giovanni had to consider how many hard laid rules he’d broken since he met her. Starting with opening the doors to her boutique when he knew it didn’t serve his purposes. Now he’d have to manipulate her to get what he wanted. He regretted the lie between them. She blinked at him with the most considerate trusting eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind. I found the candles in your dressers when I started unpacking. I thought it would be nice to eat out here so I had them set the table for us. Your staff is nicer than the one at the Ritz,” she chuckled.
“I pay them well.”
The meal she delivered was of all his favorites. His mother’s recipe was the first course. The room smelled of memories of her. Good ones.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation, Bella. For allowing me these days and nights with you.”
“Will you always call me Bella? Is it my name from now on?” She walked around to her chair and glanced up at him from under her dark lashes. He wasn’t sure when he fixated on the name for her, but it was a natural fit. “Yes.” He nodded. She curled her mouth into a half-smile, and he knew she approved. She pointed at the bottle on the table. “This vino. It’s Chianti. Is it from your vineyard?”
Grasping the bottle by the neck he read the black label. “It is. Shall I?”
She nodded. He poured her half a glass and she laughed. “Wait. Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“I wouldn’t think of it.” He poured his wine next. “I need you sober and fully mine, tonight.”
He noticed how she looked at the smaller dish next to her plate. “We call it gatò di patate.”
“It looks like… um, a quiche.”
“Yes, think of a quiche. It has potato, egg, ham and cheese and is baked like a pie. It’s traditionally the starter my mother would have served for us. Catalina makes a good version. She always prepares it by hand the day she knows I’m returning. My sister is very spoiled, but she spoils me in return.”
“Did she cook all of this?”
“When Zia isn’t here, the staff does most of the cooking. Zia is the only woman in the house who won’t tolerate strangers preparing food for us. Her words, not mine. Personally I prefer a home cooked meal by the women in my family. Can you cook?” he asked. She blinked at him then nodded that she could. He felt a sense of relief. Modern women today avoided the kitchen as if it were forced servitude. He found love in a dish prepared for him by a woman who cared. He wanted to taste her cooking and more. He picked up a fork and scooped a mouthful. Mira leaned forward accepting the offering. She chewed with a smile on her face.
“Oh, it’s good. Love it.”
“And this.” He lifted the cover of the center dish. “It’s spaghetti ai ricci.”
“What are those chunks of meat in it?”
“Sea urchin.”
“Again with the sea urchin?”
“Have a taste. It’s far better than what you’ve had before. You’ll love it.”
She hesitated. He ate a sample first then scooped some for her. To his delight she gave it a try. She chewed with a small smile, and then her eyes stretched. “It tastes good. The sauce, it’s so sweet and tangy. Give me more?”
“Come here.”
The chair scooted back, and she came around the small table to him. He opened his arm for her to sit on his lap. He stared into her eyes insistent she do as he requested. Mira straddled him and the split to the front of her dress parted all the way up to her panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her lips brushed his. He could taste the sauce on her lips. “How am I going to eat this way?” she chuckled looking down between them.
“Look at me.”
Her smile dimmed and she lifted her stare to meet his. “Stay.”
“I plan to.”
“No. Stay. Here. With me.”
Mira drew back, and her brows shot up in surprise. “I can’t stay here.�
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“Of course you can. You said you were renting a hotel room while you look for a place to buy. I’m just outside of Napoli. I have more than enough space.”
“No. No. Giovanni. It’s generous but I wouldn’t impose. This is your family’s home.”
She tried to rise, but he kept a hand to her hip and forced her to stay. “I plan to spend the rest of the week convincing you why we fit.”
“Then ask to date me, not for me to move in.”
“Date, move in, what difference does that make to anyone when we both want the same thing?”
“I hate to sound like a broken record, but I’ve only known you for a few days. No one moves this fast.”
“I make my own rules. My father saw my mother and loved her on sight. They were together from that day forward. I’ve denied myself the love of a woman. Told myself it wasn’t needed. I want you.” He kissed her chin and his hand eased up to cup her right breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m a man who normally gets his way.”
“Is that so?” she exhaled.
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” In their embrace, he could feel the rapid race of her beating heart.
“You have a point,” she smiled. He reached around her and scooped patate to his fork and fed her. She accepted the offering from his fork. Mira chewed staring into his eyes. When she swallowed he repeated the action, until she nearly ate half in silence. She let him take care of her without objection. It pleased him.
“No more,” she whispered to him forcing him to lower the fork to the plate. Her succulent bow shaped lips parted and her sweet tangy tongue slipped from her mouth to his. “I’d rather taste you,” she said within their kiss. And she did. He turned away from her mouth, and she brushed her kisses along his neck. Giovanni groaned, his lids fluttered shut.
“Finish, we haven’t had the main course yet.”
She sucked softly at his jugular and combed her fingers through his hair, moving seductively on his groin. Giovanni’s head went back. Mira began to unbutton his shirt easing her lush lips to the center of his neck and his throat. She rushed to insert her hands inside of his shirt and run her palms over his chest. The feel of her delicate hands was too much to bear.
“What are these tattoos on your body? What do they mean?”
“Growth, change, life. That’s what they mean.” He lifted his head and captured a kiss. It was more of a clashing of lips and tongue that had her whimpering and clinging to him. It was her turn to break the exchange.
“Each one has a meaning?” she asked, touching his cheek.
“Yes. And one day I’ll tell you the story.”
She brushed her lips over his. “I find you so strangely beautiful, and strong.” She said against his mouth. “I can’t wait to know all of you, Giovanni.”
He smiled. She grinned at him. Maybe things weren’t as glum as he previously thought. Maybe Lorenzo hadn’t betrayed the family or started a war with the Calderone’s. Maybe the delivery of his guns and the transport of them back out of the Amalfi coast didn’t require he hurt her business.
“What are you thinking about?”
“The future.” Giovanni reached for the glass. She sipped, swallowed and accepted the dark magenta Chianti until it filled her mouth and spilled from the corners down her chin and neck. A soft laugh escaped her. Mira licked her lips grinning. Giovanni kissed her chin and tasted her. He could feel her breaths deepen thanks to her soft breasts mashed against his chest. He barely returned the glass to the table he was so eager. He seized her by her thick hair and tilted her head back so he could lick the trace of wine from her neck. Trembling within his arms she dragged in a ragged breath and hoarsely replied: “How’s this even possible? You’ve almost convinced me to take you up on your offer.”
Giovanni chuckled and put his face into her heaving cleavage. He found her breasts to be the second softest part of her body. The first was the round ass riding his lap. “I’m still hungry,” she groaned, when he finally worked her nipple into his mouth. It was too late for food. He craved her now. Rising with her on his lap he toyed with the dark swollen peak of her left breast, and she lowered her legs clinging to him. He released her. She swayed a bit in his arms but stared up at him expectantly from under long bangs, as he carried her into the room.
“A quickie, then we eat?” she bargained.
He chuckled. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed by his zipper. “Tonight Bella, I’m going to fuck you. Nothing about it will be quick.”
She eased down his frame. Her hand smoothly traced his abdomen as she walked around him and went to the bed they would share. Giovanni watched her. The bed was two feet off the ground with large hand carved wooden pillars at each corner and a huge intricate headboard. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge, and her lush ass temptingly stretching the material of her dress. He tossed up the back of her dress and almost thought she was bottomless, until he saw the tiny triangle of the thong slip into her perfectly shaped ass at the crease. He hooked his finger under the trim and tore it from her. She looked back at him with her hair in her eyes. “What are you waiting for?”
Giovanni eased down his zipper and released himself in his hand. He rubbed the head of his cock against her ass, and she turned and stopped him. Their eyes met. “It’s a woman’s prerogative.”
“What is?”
“How she is fucked.”
Giovanni released his erection and her hand touched then circled his shaft. She worked it up and down slow and easy. “Sometimes she wants to do the fucking.”
“You have a saucy mouth.”
Mira laughed. “Wait until I learn Italian.” She stroked him harder.
He lifted his hands and raised them locking them behind his head.
“Allow me.”
From the first time she laid eyes on his long dick to this very moment she wanted to ease her mouth over it. Kei loved oral sex, and so did she, giving and receiving. Kei had been the only man she’d ever did the deed with. He however, was not hung like Giovanni. The cock before her felt like velvet wrapped around steel. She could stroke its smooth hardness for eternity. Mira took a deep breath and lowered to her knees.
A quick glance up and she caught Giovanni’s hard stare sharpen and narrow, shrinking into a slit. Did he disapprove? Mira blinked at him and his mouth stretched into a wide smile. He understood her intentions. He was so virile, handsome, could he get any sexier?
Tens of thousands of quivers trembled through her torso. Her nervousness and excitement made her light-headed. A ripple of pure desire coursed down her spine. Mira glanced up at him once more. Never breaking the connection they shared she traced her fingers down the veined shaft and grabbed it at the root. He stroked the top of her head and nodded his approval. She kissed the dimple at the center of the rounded tip. Using her tongue as a tease she did a swirl over the broad cap. She licked under the veined length and then took the head of his cock between her lips. Immediately she was filled with a fourth of him and taking in another inch slow and easy. Excitement seized her and was so intense she felt her hand shaking.
Giovanni moaned and clutched her hair, his hips thrusting, though she sensed his restraint to keep from ramming his cock too deep down her throat. Her hands sought his thighs, both of them thick with muscle. She remembered to breathe. She opened her mouth wider, relaxing her tongue to let him slide inside without a struggle. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth watered and her blood heated in her veins. She drew air through her nostrils and inhaled his male sweat, both musky and earthy. It clung to his skin and the silky nest of pubic hairs that tickled her nose and top lip on her descent. Mira’s body felt hot, her nipples hard as bullets. She swallowed him down her throat.
“Bambina! Fuck!” he cried out, gripping her hair, not expecting her talent to take him this far. His voice was so gravelly textured she felt herself go wet and damp at her center.
She groaned with pleasure. Mira breathed noisily through her nostrils sucking hard then slow,
taking him in and out. He started to pump his hips, and press to the back of her head. He was too long for such action, her jaws caught a cramp, but she withstood. He shoved past her tongue tapping her throat so she loosened her jaws and took him deeper.
“Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” Giovanni roared.
A powerful shudder went through his thighs and she could have sworn she heard him whimper. Her big bad Don, was whimpering like a baby. He began to groan and speak in Italian or Sicilian, or were they the same thing? She didn’t know. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off him, her mouth was reluctant to release him. He yanked a bit harder drawing her hair back and she liked the rough play. Dazed, she struggled for focus for a few seconds, then their gazes locked. She licked her lips and stared up at him expectantly. There was something wildly predatory gleaming in his clear blues. She had taken him to the brink. He drew her up. His dick between them, his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue penetrating and sliding deep inside; he had to taste himself on her tongue.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” He growled, throwing her over his shoulder he carried her across the room to the bed. She was tossed on top. Mira bounced and giggled. She tried to rise to undo the sash to her wrap around dress, but he dropped on her. “Leave it on. Damn dress has made me crazy all day. I want to fuck you in it.” He licked her mouth and chin capturing her wrists with one hand and stretching her arms above her. He insisted he have his way, and she didn’t mind. Their very first time he’d been much gentler. The second time she felt a bit of the beast of him. They were past the pretense now. She wanted all he had to give. The head of his cock found her entrance. He flexed his hips and drove inside her. A single thrust and he went balls deep into her. Her dress was gathered at her hips and the front of it pulled over to the side to reveal her left breast freed from the cup of her bra. He lifted his torso so he could see all of her splayed before him. His head lowered and he watched his dick slide in and out of her as he worked continual thrusts. Mira’s eyes fluttered shut, and she gave into the glorious feeling of being stretched and filled below. “Stay with me.”
