Emiliana
I stood in awe at the brooding man in front of me. Raw masculinity radiated from him in surges and I could feel the waves of powerful anger threaten to flip and turn on anyone in his sights.
“What are you doing?” They were the only words I spoke before Giovanni swung my body over his strong shoulders.
“I think it’s time to go.” He announced. I felt all the muscles along his back ripple on every shift of his taut body. Anger radiated from him and I wasn’t sure why he was aiming it at me.
“No, Gio!”
“Don’t argue with me, Principessa.” He growled as the cold air hit my bare legs and blood rushed to my head. We were outside now, no long
Emiliana It had been seven days. Seven days since it happened, since Giovanni had me against the wall, eliciting moans of pleasure to escape my mouth. But it had also been a whole week of him ignoring me, icing me out completely like it meant nothing to him; like I meant nothing to him. I spent those several days reeling over what happened. Over that night and those emotions that were born from it. Those seven days gave me distance and time to think. This wasn’t just lust, it was more. Unbottled, untrapped, hungry desire for someone that I couldn’t have. The connection between us felt right, yet I knew it wasn’t and I was too weak to see that. Once again I had let a man in and I only felt slight relief that it hadn’t gone any further. I had
EmilianaFive masked men dressed in black with guns aimed at us marched into the room. A spray of bullets ricocheted through the air, tearing through the delicate drapes and bouncing off of the chandeliers above us. Screams pierced the atmosphere as we all scattered or froze.Amongst the chaos, I made out masked faces glancing around the room, repositioning their guns on every turn of their bodies.White fog began to spread across the floor, covering my ankles before rising up to my chest. I felt Naomi’s hand clasp mine, shaky fingers linked together as we stood frozen in fear.My lungs had completely lost their ability to function, I tried to look around but the thick mist was dizzying and suffocating. All I could see was the vague
Emiliana “Ho bisogno di asciugamani,” (I need towels.) Carlos’ companion ordered as he and Carlos guided Giovanni to the living room. Giovanni slumped in a bloody mess onto the couch, staining the covers and cushions instantly. I was standing frozen to the spot, while the raven haired stranger was on the phone, speaking fast and to the point. I watched like an outsider, unsure of what to do or where to put myself. The uneasy sensation I felt swirled around me, repeating in my stomach like I was on board a ship. All I heard was my name repeating over and over, the muffled sounds clearing through the static that invaded my ears. “Emiliana, dove sono i vostri asciugamani?” (Emiliana, where are your towels?) He shook me gently, urgency surging through, forcing me to meet his anxious gaze.
EmilianaThe hot water pounded at my back as I hung my head low under the shower head. Dried blood dripped down my face marring the clear water and circling the drain below. The blood still stained my hands, and reminded me of what happened days ago. How close I came to death, how close Giovanni had been at death’s door.Soap spilled through my hands, bubbling and foaming as I lathered my hands. I scrubbed the grime that had embedded in my skin, the hardened crimson dirt that lined my finger nails. I scrubbed and scraped at my fingers and hands, trying to rid the murky residue. No amount of water and soap seemed to be able to remove the scarlett muddiness.Tears blended with the cascade over my head, sobs left my lips, trembling as I scoured my skin to the brink of breaking it. My hands were raw,
EmilianaI laid beside Giovanni, listening to his shallow breaths and concentrating on each bead of sweat that traversed his forehead. It didn’t take long for Carlos to swiftly change the bandage. He was adamant about not wanting to move him, until he had been seen by the doctor.It had only taken twenty minutes for the doctor to arrive which had me questioning where the hell he had come from and more importantly, how much he was charging for such a rapid response?“Dagliele tre volte al giorno per una settimana.” (Give him these three times a day for a week.) The doctor handed the bottle of antibiotics to Carlos while I pressed a wet towel to Giovanni’s forehead, mopping up the beads of sweat.“Starà bene?” (Is he
EmilianaWith Giovanni out of action, Carlos had taken up his son’s responsibilities. I was yet to ask what he was doing in New York, and why he wasn’t at my Nona’s in Milan. But in between my urge to stay with Giovanni and working through my own torment, I hadn’t spent much time with Carlos.Having spent enough time off work and tending to his needs, Giovanni was almost begging me to return. I found it almost humorous that I was the one that was taking care of him after everything we had been through.“Verrò a prenderti alle sei.” (I will pick you up at six.) Carlos spoke as I exited the car.“Grazie.” I nodded my head and swung my bag over my shoulder.
Giovanni“What do you need?” I almost purred at her, but I couldn’t fight the interest and concern that found its way to my words. Emiliana fidgeted nervously in my lap, her ass seated around my crotch had me twitching.“You.” She whispered bashfully into my shoulder.“You have me.” I lifted her chin to meet my gaze, her breathing hitching slightly. I could see the light in her eyes, the lust she felt for me was palpable.“I want more.” Her words spurred me on, her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me close. My hand glided up her covered thighs, listening to her breathing stagger as she closed her eyes. I relished in the feeling of being able to elicit such reactions from her but that was all I
EmilianaSleep didn’t come to me at all that night. While Giovanni seemed to function perfectly without me by his side, I, on the other hand, re-lived every awkward moment as I tossed and turned in my bed. There was no way I could crawl my way back into his arms now, he had made the divide between us clear and seeking comfort in his arms was no longer an option for me.I was still working through the multitude of emotions. I had never felt like this about anyone before, and just when I thought Giovanni was on the same wavelength as me, he had pushed me away. There was an undeniable constant push and pull that refused to settle between us. One minute we would be drawn to each other, so close to our lips touching that I could taste his breath. But all too soon, Giovanni would remind me that he had a job to do, and that left me with lingering d
In one effortless swoop, Giovanni scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style to the super king sized bed at the other side of the room. He lowered me to the floor, spinning me round to undo the laced back. His adept fingers made light work and in moments my wedding dress was nothing more than a pool of material at my feet. Giovanni stepped back, drinking in my figure, the way my corset squeezed at my waist and pushed my breasts up. Gazing over every inch of my creamy skin and my lacey underwear left little to his imagination. He licked his lips hungrily, green eyes landing on the white garter gripping at my thigh. Giovanni dropped to his knees, tugging the garter down with his teeth until it fell from my foot. “It’s going to be a long night
Emiliana I could have stayed like that for hours. Even if my eyes closed as I relaxed in Giovanni’s arms, there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I felt my body being lifted from the ground, but my eyes were too heavy to open. The gentle sway of my body lulled me further into my slumber and it wasn’t until I felt my body pressed into soft sheets that I eventually stirred. Giovanni slid in beside me, wrapping me in his arms and never letting go. His breath skated over my neck, soft puffs that caught in my hair. My cheek pressed against his warm bare chest and moved with each inhale and exhale. “I’m getting you home, Emiliana.” Giovanni’s gentle whispers lapped at my ears like a soothing melody, his hands combing through my hair like it was a
Giovanni The doors were weightless compared to the guilt that tore shreds from my chest. I could almost hear my heart breaking under the strain of what I was about to do. My palms were clammy as I turned to my grandfather, every part of me was in conflict. “Abuelo.” (Grandfather.) I cleared my throat. I had no speech prepared or memorised, this was all about to roll off my tongue, freefalling. “¿Qué necesitas?” (What do you need?) He sighed, resting his elbows on his desk. If he wasn’t family, I would have been intimidated by the way he glared at me, peering over his glasses like I was in trouble. “No es para mí,” (It’s not for me,) My voice mumbled, I shuffled my feet hesitantly. “Es para Emil
Emiliana “Are you hurt, Chiquita?” Vinnie crouched down in front of me, his eyes studying me carefully. I didn’t bother to conceal my emotions as the tears fell from my eyes. It was both shock and relief that washed over me like a waterfall, releasing into my tears. I shook my head and in one swift motion Vinnie had me in his arms, carrying me to the car on the other side of the road and placing me in it. Smoke billowed from the hood of the SUV now abandoned in the ditch, the smell of burning rubber permeated my senses and drowned out any other sensation. I fixated on that one smell, the deep charred stench that prevented me from drifting off into my thoughts. Vinnie’s large form paced over to where Giovanni was slumped against a tree, his
Emiliana Giovanni gripped the strangers head, pressing their foreheads together while smiling widely. I had never seen so much relief plaster his face before. “¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado?” (How long has it been?) The stranger clutched Giovanni in a brotherly embrace. “Demasiado tiempo.” (Too long.) Giovanni answered, his voice muffled by the leather that pressed against his cheek. “You’ve caused quite a stir.” The man glanced at me before releasing Giovanni. They both took a step back, but they were now shaking hands and patting each other on the back. “This one causing trouble?” He nodded in my direction. Giovanni turned to me, now I had two sets of eyes staring me down.
“We need food.” I called as I searched through the empty cupboards on my tiptoes. There was nothing in them, bar from a few crusty packets of noodles and a take out menu. I knew Giovanni was still attempting to conceal his pain from me and maybe that’s why we hadn’t left the apartment in two days but it was almost ridiculous that Giovanni had described this as a safe place when there were no provisions supplied for our stay. I padded through to the bedroom, catching a glimpse of Giovanni zipping up a black duffel bag. My interest piqued, mostly because Giovanni was looking more shifty and less inconspicuous. “What’s that for?” My eyes investigated the outside of the suspicious looking bag before my hand reached for the zipper. Giovanni rested his hand on top, shaking his head. “Principessa,” he warned me with a raised brow.
Emiliana “Who are you?” I took a step back and Giovanni could probably sense my trepidation. The room fell silent as his jaw rolled side to side. “It’s a long story.” He huffed aloud, not attempting to hide the irritation in his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit I had noticed about him. “Then shorten it.” Giovanni heaved another sigh and I could feel the tether of patience stretching to the point of snapping. I could see the muscles working overtime in his jaw as he thought over his words. “How many more secrets are you hiding from me?” I seethed through gritted teeth, that tether tore away from me like an elastic band. Snapping back into my face.
EmilianaThe gentle whirring of the ceiling fan that I had been so hypnotized to earlier, brought me back from the land of nod. Blinking back the sleep, I rolled over. The bed was empty and cold, and judging by the crisp sheets beside me I sensed Giovanni probably hadn’t even joined me.I peeled back the fluffy blanket that was draped over me and stepped onto the cool floor. I was surrounded by safe calmness as I wandered around the room, taking in the simple decor.The room was sparse, apart from the clean white wardrobes that sat against the far wall and the lamp atop of a small table to the side of the bed. Just like Giovanni, this room told me nothing about the man.A loud smash caught me off guard and I flung the bedroom door open. Gi
Emiliana Three hours had passed since I had replaced his bandage. As soon as we were nearing the border of Spain, I could physically feel the heat difference. My nerves that were once a wreck had calmed somewhat. I glanced at the dashboard to see the time was almost six in the morning. We had been driving for over five hours and we still had two more to go. I had opened the window, blasting my face with cool air to keep myself awake for the last two hours while Giovanni remained sleeping. I couldn’t risk falling asleep and crashing after getting this far. I spotted an area further up the road to pull over just as the sun began to rise.