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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I spent the night in the hospital with Vincenzo although his brother tried to force me to go home I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone like this.This morning, he regained consciousness briefly. The doctor examined him and reported that his recovery was progressing exceptionally well. He was responsive, all his senses were intact, and his vital signs were stable. However, to make sure he gets adequate rest, they administered medication to help him sleep.I sat by his bedside, watching over him as he slept, a sense of relief washing over me at the news of his improving condition. Gazing at his peaceful expression, a flood of emotions washed over me. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, a silent prayer on my lips for his swift recovery. I watched for any sign of movement. And then, ever so slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing the faintest hint of awareness beneath.A flicker of relief washed over me as I leaned closer,
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The office was bustling with activity as men from around the world gathered, each one personally selected by Adriano for the meeting. They came without hesitation, showing their loyalty to our cause. Amidst the crowd, the heads of each family stood out, their presence a reminder of the power they held. Whispers of Dad losing his mind had spread like wildfire, evident in the worried and skeptical glances exchanged. The proof of it was etched on my chest and Dante's shoulder. I don't understand what the fuck was I still doing here.Lying in Claire's arms, I had thought it was all over for me, but evidently not. Someone had to be there for her, to take care of her.As I stood before the assembled crowd, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of my own steady breaths. Addressing the gathered faces, I knew I had to speak the truth, no matter how difficult it was."It's time we faced the reality," I began, my voice cutting through the tension. "For
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Congratulations poured in from all sides, men and their families offering their well wishes, I barely had the time to look for my own wife. Caught up in the flurry of wishes and congratulatory gestures, I scanned the crowd, searching for Claire's familiar face. Despite the cacophony surrounding me, her absence felt like a glaring void in the midst of the celebration.Pushing through the crowd, I finally spotted Claire by the bar, engaged in conversation with Aunt Alessia. She looked stunning in a black dress that accentuated her curves, her blonde hair elegantly swept up into a sleek bun. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a rush of relief flooding through me as I made my way towards her.As I approached, Claire turned towards me, a smile lighting up her face. "Hey," she greeted me warmly, setting her martini down on the bar. "I was waiting for my turn." Taking her hand in mine, I leaned in to press a gentle kiss on her cheek."I'm glad I found you,"
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I pulled her closer, but she shook her head, a gesture that seemed impossible as I held her head firmly against my mouth.Parting slightly to let her breathe, I heard her whispered words, "We shouldn't, you're still healing.""Fuck that," I retorted, my voice low as I licked the delicious skin of her neck.She released a breathy laugh, her tone scolding. "No, Vincenzo! You got shot only two nights ago."Ignoring her protests, I sucked the skin of her neck into my mouth, biting down gently as I spoke. "Exactly, it was two nights ago. I'm fine now."Her breath hitched as I continued to lavish attention on her neck, but she gently pushed against my chest, her resolve unwavering."Vincenzo, stop," she insisted, her voice firm yet tinged with concern. "You need to rest and heal properly. We can't risk any complications.""Do I look like who cares about complications?"She gasped against my lips, momentarily caught off guard by the harshness of my kiss. Yet, slowly, her
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Now, let's talk, Claire Capone," I whispered, my breath mingling with hers as I gazed into her eyes.With a playful smile, she pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "I've gotta go pee." I chuckled as she playfully squirmed out of my embrace, my cock slipping out of her and coming to rest lazily against my thigh. Claire gathered the sheets around her frame and gracefully climbed out of bed, her movements fluid and effortless.I nodded. "You know what, let me grab some fresh clothes for us, and I'll meet you in the bathroom. We can go for another round in the shower," I suggested with a smirk. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes playfully. Her golden locks were tousled and wild, some of it still gathered in a messy bun at the back of her head while the rest cascaded in waves around her shoulders.Fuck, she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.She disappeared into the bathroom, and I got off the bed. The wound in my chest throbbed w
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She perched on the edge of the bed while I stood before her, my back pressed to the wall. I couldn't bring myself to get any closer. Being apart felt safer as if I might explode if I got too close. Restlessness gnawed at me, and anger pulsed through my veins, but I had no target for it. Every inch of my being was seething with fury, and I didn't know where to aim it.Her? Dad? Antonio? The names swirled in my mind, each one a spark igniting the wildfire of my fury."Start from the beginning," I ground out through clenched teeth.She told me everything, from her earliest memories to Tony Parker, to Scott Mancini, and the path that led her out of that hell.A part of me ached to stride over, to wrap her quivering frame in my arms until she found relief in the rhythm of her own breath. But another part of me simmered with fury, raging like a storm. I was furious at her, fucking furious. I stood there, torn between the urge to comfort her and the seething anger th
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I watched as the maids emptied my side of the closet, the bags were lined up in the bedroom even though many times I said that I didn't need any of them, the maids were persistent. His exact words to them were, "Make damn sure there's not a single hint of her in my room." So, that's what they were up to. They were scrubbing his room clean of any trace of me, just like he wanted.A knock on the door resounded and then it slowly opened, "Mrs. Capone, Capo has ordered me to take you to the airport." I froze, not knowing what to do for a moment. I looked around the room, our bed, everywhere I looked, I couldn't bring myself to leave this place. I nodded, swallowing down the bitterness rising in my throat. "I'll be right out," I managed to say, trying to maintain a facade of composure despite the ache in my chest. The maids took my luggage out of the room as one of the soldiers waited outside of the room to take me straight to the car. He was repulsed by me, wasn't
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Are you back for good now, Cindy? What happened with that Italian stallion of yours?" Mrs. Johnson asked, peering over her glasses with a curious look in her eye, as I stirred the pasta sauce.I let out a laugh, "Italian Stallion?" She joined in, her laughter bubbling up as she nodded, "I saw the photos, he is one fine specimen." I glanced down at the pot, biting my lip, "Turns out he's just too good for someone like me."Mrs. Johnson's laughter faded as she noticed the somber tone in my voice. "Oh, sweetheart," she said gently, reaching out to pat my hand. "Don't you ever sell yourself short. You're worth more than you know." I managed a weak smile, grateful for her comforting words. "Thanks, Mrs. Johnson," I murmured. "Are you getting a divorce?" I shook my head, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. "I don't know," I admitted, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. "But I have a feeling I'll be a divorcée before long.""Separated?" her voice was tinged wit