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FaustI ASKED HER to come down for dinner that night.Zia was here, as always, and Giulio decided to eat at home tonight too. He often ate out with friends or at clubs, so it was nice to have my only son at the table. Francesca had changed into a dress, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun today, giving her skin a healthy glow. She looked young and innocent and totally fuckable. My dick perked up, even though I had the orgasm of my life this late.Madonna , she was going to kill me.After we left the stables, Francesca barely spoke. I hadn't had sex with her yet, and her silence as she got dressed proved she wasn't ready. I wanted her begging for it, free of guilt. I wanted her willing to be mine for as long as this lasted.It wasn't easy, however. Especially after that blowjob. Cazzo, that woman could suck a dick. Never had a woman taken me so deep on the first try. She was perfect in every way.Eyes burning resentfully in my directio
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FrancescaI CLIMBED UNDER THE RAILING and held out my hand. — Vieni qua, Lamborghini. — My little lamb stumbled over to me and bleated, clearly happy to see me. At least, that's what I believed anyway. I loved her.Tommaso, the man in charge of the sheep, said I had to speak Italian to the lambs. He said that was what they knew, but I didn't complain because it would help me practice. I had to admit, he was right. It was easier to speak Italian to an animal than to a human who might criticize my pronunciation or verb conjugation.Lamborghini ate the little balls from my palm, his soft mouth and tongue teasing my skin. According to Tommaso, she was three months old and would have been killed and sold sometime in the next two months if not for my intervention. As much as I hated being grateful to Fausto for anything, I was relieved that the Lamborghini wouldn't end up on a dinner table.She finished her kibble and patted my arm, then crawled into my lap. I laughed and wrapped my arms ar
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No one was around when we finally entered his side of the castle. I hadn't been here before, and the bare walls surprised me. No family photos. No drawings Giulio had made at school. No famous paintings or posters. Just a blank surface everywhere, as if someone had recently moved in. Didn't your family live here for over a hundred years?Worn oriental rugs covered the stone floor, with the same elegant lights above our wing. He walked to the end of the hall and opened a door, not letting go of my hand as we entered. The door closed and then I was lifted, my legs dangling as he carried me across the living room and into the bedroom.It was nothing like I expected. If I had to guess, I would have imagined black sheets, dark walls, and a mirror over his bed. This room was... romantic. Soft, almost feminine. With pale walls and an enormous bed that bordered on ornate. Plants dotted the windows, a vase of fresh flowers sat on a small table. The furniture looked old, but it was made of stur
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FaustAfter I cleaned her up, we stretched out on the bed. Francesca was quiet as I held her, and I knew what she said was weighing on her. But it was inevitable. The sooner she came to terms with the nature of our relationship, the better.“I'm clean, by the way,” I said. I had never fucked a woman without a condom before and I get tested regularly. And I knew Francesca's health report was clean, because I reviewed it as soon as I brought her to Siderno. With her being sexually active, I needed to know if she had any illnesses.— Oh. Right. Thanks.I caressed her hip. She was half sprawled on top of me, her breasts crushed into my chest. If I allowed myself a riposo every day, this is exactly how I would want to spend it. I didn't normally spend much time with my lovers, but I liked the idea of being with Francesca. In fact, I was strangely reluctant to let her go.I should keep more distance considering his age and inexperience. The younger women were clingier, the ones who texted m
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FrancescaWE TOOK the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Fausto smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so fun that I forgot that I was now officially Fausto Ravazzani's lover.Can be worse. You could marry his son.True. At least now I had great sex and then he would set me free. Who cared what label he put on it? Then I would go back to Toronto or New York, get a degree and live my life. As used goods, my father couldn't marry me off to anyone else, which meant I had my entire future ahead of me.It was perfect, actually. Why hadn't I thought of this in the first place?I glanced at Fausto, wondering if we could be alone on the boat after the meeting was over. I might want to try deep throating again.He pressed a button and his voice came into my headphones: “Whatever you're planning, my answer is yes.He could read me so well.I slid my hand down his thigh, toward his crotch. He didn't stop m
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FaustSHE WEARED a fucking black bikini.After I explicitly told her not to do it.I was boiling with rage, boiling inside. Enzo and his man ran their eyes all over Francesca's body, ogling her like hungry wolves as she strolled this way. The small pieces of fabric did nothing to cover her ample breasts and ass. She might as well have walked around naked.Cazzo madre di Dio , I was going to spank her ass raw when I had the chance.Enzo made some comment that I barely heard through the fury ringing in my ears. How could I focus on this meeting knowing what she had done? We were all supposed to have dinner together once Enzo and I finished discussing our agreement.That clearly couldn't happen, as I would probably stab anyone who dared to look at her twice.“We should finish,” I said abruptly. —Women are bored without us, no doubt.A splash and a giggle belied my words, and every muscle in my body contracted. Francesca would pay for this.“I thought you wanted to talk about your son,” E
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FrancescaI walked to the master suite like a prisoner heading to the gallows. Faust was livid. In fact, I think he might be angrier than the night I stabbed him with the pen. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.Fear slid down my spine, making my skin break out in a cold sweat.Would he hurt me?No, he wouldn't. I knew it inside me. He might spank me, but we would both like that. No doubt he would tease me until I admitted I belonged to him. I just needed to follow the orders he gave to prove my apology and then he would forgive me. Hopefully this involved some naked time.The bed was perfectly smooth, without a crease in the gray comforter. I slid onto the mattress and folded my legs under my hips, pushing my ass into the air. The buzz of prosecco faded as soon as I caught sight of Fausto's furious expression on the patio balcony. Too bad I hadn't allowed myself another glass. Then I might not be so nervous for whatever he had in mind.I waited there for a long time, what felt l
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FrancescaI WAS SURE I would die that night.For the first few hours, I explored the yacht. The ship was incredible, with no detail or expense spared. I saw all the bedrooms, the living areas, the bathrooms. Only one room remained locked, and I assumed it was Faust's office. The crew nodded politely, and I quickly realized they didn't speak much English. When I asked for a snack, they brought me more prosecco.I ended up going back to the pool deck, where I found bottled water in the minibar. They brought me dinner, which was an amazing shrimp and lobster pasta dish that I wanted to eat every day for the rest of my life. Then I watched the sun set over the water, wishing I had a phone to call my sisters.Wait, there had to be a phone on the boat, right? Fausto received a call at one point.Wandering to find a crew member, I asked about a phone, putting my hand to my ear. He shook his head. — No, signorina. Sta nell'ufficio .— Office?He beckoned me closer and led me to the locked doo
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FaustFour and a half years laterThe door handle rattled, followed by a thud. More rattling.When Marco started to rise from his chair, I raised my hand. “Wait,” I muttered and hid my smile.A few seconds later, my office door opened and the beautiful face of my two-year-old daughter, Noemi, appeared. She walked in like she was in charge. — Papa! Zio Marco! Mom says it's time to come.I pushed away from the table and patted my lap. — Polpetta! I've been waiting for you. Come, give me hugs and kisses.— Oh, me first! — Marco took my daughter before she couldreached the table and turned it around. She screamed in pleasure, her short blonde curls flying.When he pulled her to her feet, she smiled and staggered. - I am dizzy.I gave him a second to get his bearings. — Now can I have my hugs and kisses?She ran over and jumped on top of me, squirming in my lap. Naomi was aggressive and energetic, just like her brother. And your mother, now that I think about it.Noemi stayed on my thighs
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FrancescaI was worried the whole time he was gone.When Fausto was ready to return, I walked back and forth in the entrance while Nestor leaned against the wall, watching me. He didn't leave my side during my husband's absence, except when I used the bathroom. I knew this was to keep me safe, but I preferred to have Faust's gaze on me.After scolding me for scratching the entrance tile, Zia dragged me into the kitchen to order chicken in lemon sauce and a portion of roasted eggplant. She had a tartufo for dessert, which reminded me of Giulio and our dinner when I was first in Siderno. I started to tear myself apart.Zia shook her head at me. - He is better. He's a good boy, but he never liked this life, not like he should to lead. Your child will take over when the time is right.That was a conversation for another day. There was no way I was deciding my son's fate like that. I didn't care what Fausto said—our children would make their own decisions.“It's the hormones,” I told her.
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In fact, I couldn't wait to sit down again. But instead I took a walk around the large hall where the round table was set up. I shook hands, kissed cheeks, slapped backs, and acted like I hadn't almost been murdered three weeks ago. Someone gave me a Campari and soda, and I saw it was Marco. I sent him a grateful look and drank half the cocktail in one go.Inside the room were members of La Provincia , the control council. The only person missing was Enzo D'Agostino. It was smart of him not to show up, because I would have strangled him right away.Finally all the leaders sat down, with our men behind us. I was sandwiched between the dons of Reggio Calabria and Platì, both men I knew well.Pasquale Borghese was the capo crimine, also the diplomat and mediator of the group, which is why he initiated the meeting. — Signori, let's begin, as we are all anxious to return home. Some more than others.— Yes, the ones with girlfriends! — Someone shouted, making everyone laugh.Borghese raised
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FrancescaI couldn't stop crying.Five of us were gathered in the lobby, surrounded by three suitcases. Fausto was standing, leaning on a cane, with Zia and Marco nearby. Giulio and I stood to the side, near the luggage, and his arms were around me as I sobbed into his probably very expensive shirt. There was nothing more to be said. I had pushed for this result, I hoped it would happen, but it hurt.Giulio was the most composed of all of us, which was understandable. After all, it was his decision to leave. Fausto gave him a choice and Giulio eagerly seized the opportunity. Now he would begin a new chapter in his life as an entirely different person. When he walked out this door, he was no longer the Ravazzani heir. Not a Ravazzani, actually.And I would never see him again.I hated it, but I understood the reasons why he couldn't live happily here. And really, that was better for Giulio, that was all that mattered.When he broke the news to me, I heard the excitement in his voice abo
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I looked at my wife's beautiful face, letting the tranquility she instilled in me settle into my bones. Then I pointed to the phone. When it started ringing, Marco put it on speaker and placed it under the table.“There,” said a voice, weaker than usual, but stronger than it should have been.— Enzo, come stai ? How are you feeling?— I've never been better, Fausto. But enough about me. I heard you're not well.- I am fine. Stronger than a bull. It's a shame you can't stay longer.- Yes well. Thank you for your generous hospitality. I'll have to see how I can reciprocate.“There's no need for that,” I said. — It was truly my pleasure.— Maybe you can come visit me next time. His wife seemed to like the beach house.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nostrils. My wife's delicate fingers touched my hand, telling me to stay calm, so I said, “Last I heard your beach house was destroyed.Everything can be rebuilt, don't worry. Congratulations on your wedding, by the way.—
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FaustI was too weak for the dungeon steps, so I instructed Marco to bring Vic to my new hospital room upstairs. In the middle of the night, they dragged him and threw him onto a plastic sheet spread out on the floor next to my bed. He groaned and winced, his broken and bloody body shaking in pain.Go well. That pleased me.— Can you hear me, pezzo di shit ?When Vic didn't respond, Giulio kicked him in the ribs. Vic gasped a few times, and after he calmed down, I replied: — Answer me.— Yes... Don... Ravazzani.—Know this, Vic Benedetti. I will make an example of you. They will whisper about the horrors of his death for years to come. You will suffer, coglione . You will suffer for spitting in the face of my trust and for what happened to my wife. The wife and sisters you were trying to protect from D'Agostino? They receive nothing from me after their death, noreven my protection.“No, please,” he panted. - Please.— He put a gun in my wife's mouth. A weapon. In my wife's mouth! — I
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FaustI didn't sleep much that night.Lost in thought, I watched Francesca on the bed in the corner, the even rise and fall of her chest as she slept. A son. I hadn't lied when I said I preferred a daughter. Children brought a lot of headaches, a lot of worry. I did everything I could to mold Giulio into the man who would lead my family, but I failed. He did not want.You have to let Giulio choose.Two weeks ago, before I was shot, I wouldn't have cared about your feelings. He was the Ravazzani heir with a duty to me, to the family, and his wishes didn't matter.But I could no longer say that this was still the case.As I bled on the sidewalk, I thought about those I was leaving behind, including Giulio. My good boy, who only argued with me once, and it was because of his lover, Paulo. He would do whatever I asked, even at the expense of his own happiness. But did I want that life for him?I hated my own father, who never showed any consideration for my thoughts or feelings. We weren'
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FrancescaThe nurse was in Fausto's room, reading his vital signs, when I entered. His heart machine started beeping like crazy when he saw me.— Ma che cazzo ? — Faust murmured.— Hello, husband. — I walked to the bed, ignoring the dark look he sent me. — How is he today, Angela?—Much better, signora. No sign of infection and he is regaining his energy.- Oh good. — I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek, which was now covered in whiskers. —Ciao, baby.Fausto was absurdly attractive when he was clean-shaven, but that was nothing compared to how hot he looked with a beard. There were even some gray hairs in his beard, which gave him a dad vibe that I definitely liked. I would beg him to keep some facial hair when he felt willing to play with me again.You shouldn't be here,” he said when the nurse left.—And yet here I am.— I should call Marco and have him lock you in the dungeon.— But you won't because they are busy with other things that are more important than me.—No
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FaustI almost got killed. Again.This time, however, it was different. The other attempts on my life were botched, easily avoided. Except for the car bomb, I saw them coming.The shooter took me by surprise. I didn't expect a coordinated attack to facilitate Enzo's escape. I suppose I should have—he knew it was me or him, that one of us would end up dead—but I was shot in the street like an infantryman. In front of my wife.What was I thinking?I had been careless, which was unforgivable. She was carrying my son. Nothing mattered more than the two of them, along with Giulio. I should have stood my ground and made Francesca cancel the appointment. Instead, I let her manipulate me to get what she wanted.I wouldn't make that mistake again.Conscience once again tugged at me and forced me to wake up. My brain swam toward the sounds until my eyelids fluttered. I expected to see the beautiful face of my wife, who spent the night here with me, but Marco was there. It was the first time he
