“What’s all this for?” She spins on the spot, pointing at all the flowers scattered around the room.
“Because I can.” I step into her and take the flowers out of her hand to place them on the table. “Turn around,” I command, and she obeys.
“What are you doing?” She tries to sneak a look at me.
“Eyes forward, freshman.” I open the box and take out the necklace with the penny. “No peeking.” I unclasp the chain and drape the necklace around her neck, fastening it.
I watch her head tilt forward and her fingers come up to grasp the pendant and get a better look. “Enzo,” she breathes and turns on the spot, falling into my arms. “It’s beautiful, but you didn’t need to buy me anything.” She leans up and brushes her lips against mine.
I wrap my arms around her and stare into her blue eyes. “I wanted to. I wanted to show you that this is real.”
“I love it, I truly do.” She looks down at the pendant sitting just above her breasts.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess.
“Done what?” Her eyes meet mine again.
“The whole dating thing.”
“Really.” She tilts her head and grins. “So, I’m your first?” She chuckles.
“Are you teasing me, freshman?”
“I wouldn’t dare,” she smirks.
“I’m taking you out to dinner. Grab your bag.” I watch her gather her things before grabbing her hand in mine, where it belongs form now on, and lead her to the lift.
I pull up to valet and climb out of the Enzo, a car I have learned to respect and love the same, it is one object I associate with my father. He adored this car, more than any of his family, I know because he used to tell it every time he drove it. Now, it is a daily reminder of my father from my childhood, the loving and decent man, before the mob world took over and turned him into a ruthless businessman.
I round the car, open the door for Summer and hand the valet the keys. “Not a scratch,” I sneer at him.
“No, Mr. Russo, I wouldn’t dream of it.” The kid grins at me. He’s one of the made men’s sons, only fifteen and already itching to get a spot in our family.
“Do you know him?” Summer looks back at the kid as he revs the engine.
“I do, he’s going to be one of us in the future.” I shake my head as I hear the Enzo take off. “If he doesn’t scratch the fucking car.”
We’re taken to our intimate, private booth, out of sight from other diners. The restaurant is dark and moody, with polished wooden floors and black marble everywhere. Perfect for my moody ass.
The waiter arrives and pours us a glass of champagne. We’re quick to order our meals and sit in comfortable silence as we eat, only making small talk as both of us are still exhausted from our trip, and no doubt, the events over the last two days. I’m surprised Summer is holding up so well, the emotional turmoil this life throws at you, is hard to deal with on good days.
“Can I get a Highland Malt Scotch?” I lean back in my seat as the waiter clears the table.
“Yes, sir.” The waiter promptly disappears.
“Who thought you could be so…normal?” Summer sniggers at me.
“Normal?” I run my hand up her leg, over her knee, and trace my fingers up her thigh.
“Enzo,” she warns and squeezes her thighs together.
“Open them, or I’ll make a scene.” I lick my lips and stare at her with hooded eyes.
“Stop it,” her voice comes out high pitched.
I pry her legs open with my fingers and she opens up wider for me. I inch my way up until I hit her sweet spot, she’s already wet for me, I can feel it through her panties. She freezes when the waiter delivers my tumbler of whiskey and once he’s gone, I push her panties aside and slide a finger through her slick folds.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes.
I slide a finger into her warmth and pull it back out and watch as her eyes close for a moment. I lean into her side and press my lips to her ear. “Do you want more?”
She bites her lower lip and nods yes.
“I can’t hear you?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she says and closes her eyes again.
I press two fingers into her and slide them in and out, oh so fucking slowly that it’s driving me crazy. I press my thumb against her clit, and she pushes into my hand, a low moan escaping her lips.
“Does that feel good.” I press kisses against her jaw and run my tongue down her neck. “Answer me.”
“Mmm.” She grips her thighs in her hands and pulls them wider and my dick stands to attention.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I say as I continue the slow movements of my fingers, circling and sliding in and out.
Her eyes fly to mine, raw sexual need shining in them. “Yes,” she grinds against my hand, chasing her release.
I pull my fingers out of her and lick her wetness off them. “Let’s go.” I stand and hold my hand out for her.
She takes it without hesitation, without judgment, and most importantly, without fear. For someone to trust in me as much as she does, says a lot about her. I’m a monster dressed in a fine suit, with nice cars and a fucked-up family. To everyday people, I look like a normal guy, going about his business. The real me, however, is just as evil and cursed as the man that made me. I am fused from him, from his soul and his callousness. He instilled in me to live a life of a ruthless mobster, to take no prisoners and kill all those who cross me. I cannot live another life, this is the life I was born into. It’s my blood. It’s my rite.
I stare at her, at her beautiful angelic face, and know her soul is as dark as mine, encased in sin and retribution. My brooding gaze taking in the curves of her lips, the high plains of her cheekbones, and the soul-destroying look in her blue eyes.
She locks eyes with me as we wait for the car, a small smirk turning up the corners of her perfectly bowed lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She leans into me, placing her hands against my muscled stomach.
I brush my mouth against hers, and she gives me her parted lips, pulling me further under her spell. She weaves her magic over me in ways I never imagined anyone could. I press into her, wanting to mark this moment for eternity, the moment when I realized this woman was put on this earth to save me from myself. “You feel like redemption. Like my atonement for all my sins.” I whisper against her lips as the purr of the Enzo echoes around us.
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Table of Contents
THREE YEARS AGO
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
> CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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