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Chapter 35RenzoI feel the moment Skylar connects with me, and it’s only then I move down her body so I can have my way with her.It’s taking more strength than I knew I had not to throw her down and fuck her senseless.It’s been five years since she’s had sex. You can’t just fuck her.As I feast on her breasts, I move my hand down between her thighs. When I brush a finger through her slit and feel the heat from her soaked pussy, I lose the grip I have on my self-control.I move down and force her legs wider apart to accommodate my shoulders. With her pussy on full display for me, my tongue darts out to taste her, and just like at the restaurant, I lose my fucking mind.I suck and bite at her clit while pushing a finger inside her tight warmth. I devour my woman until the friction makes her pussy feel scorching hot against my tongue.“Oh God!” Skylar cries, her hips bucking from the assault. “Renzo!Shit. Renzo,” she moans as she rubs herself against my hungry mouth.I’ll never be ab
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Chapter 36SkylarThe past week has been pretty uneventful. Other than going to the clinic for the implant, I haven’t left the penthouse.I’m wiping down the counters when I realize I’m not a prisoner anymore.Swinging around, I look at Renzo and say, “I can go out.”“What?” he mumbles before he lifts his head from where he was reading something on his phone.“I can leave the penthouse.”A frown forms on his forehead. “Yeah?”“I need to go to the mansion to get my wallet.” I begin to walk to the elevator, then pause to ask, “Can Vincenzo or Fabrizio give me a ride?”There’s still a frown on Renzo’s face as he asks, “You want to go out?Right now?”“Yes.” If he tells me I can’t, I’ll lose my shit. “Okay.”Excitement bursts in my chest, and when we enter the elevator, I grin up at him.The corner of his mouth lifts, and gripping hold of my jaw, he presses a hard kiss to my mouth. “Your smile will be the end of me.”“Why?”“Because you’re fucking stunning when you smile,” he mutters.The
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Chapter 37RenzoAfter I finish checking a shipment of Uzis, I walk to the office and take a seat on the couch.Business is good, but I’m not making any progress with The Harvest. Servando Montes is nowhere to be found, and my patience is wearing thin.I think he got wind of Enrique being killed and went into hiding.The streets of New York are quiet, but my men are still on high alert and searching for anyone related to The Harvest.It’s frustrating. I want to put this matter to bed and get on with my life. My life which now includes Skylar.Every day, she’s doing a little better. I’ve sorted out all the paperwork concerning Harlan’s estate and her finances and made it easy for her to handle them should something happen to me.I’ve invested the bulk of her inheritance, and I’ll add the money from the sale of the mansion once it comes through.I got her a cell phone, which she hardly uses. Her routine hasn’t changed much, and she spends most of her time in the kitchen.I’ve been playi
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Chapter 38SkylarSince Renzo spoke to me about opening my own restaurant, my excitement has been growing.We’ve secured a building a few miles away from La Torrisi, and Viviana has agreed to manage my restaurant as well.Every day I play around with Asian dishes, and I’m slowly putting together a menu so I’m ready for when the doors open.Today I’m choosing my signature dish, and I’m torn between two.Setting both meals down in front of Renzo, my tone is professional as I point at the plate on the left. “This is Banh xeo, a savory Vietnamese pancake filled with pork, shrimp, onions, and bean sprouts.” I gesture at the other plate. “And this is yukhaejang, a Korean spicy brisket soup.” My eyes meet Renzo’s. “Tell me which one you like most.”He nods as he turns his attention to the dishes, and taking a bite of the first one, he focuses on the taste.I push his glass of Italian Prosecco closer so he can use it as a palette cleanser.When he takes a bite of the Korean soup, my heart bea
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Chapter 39RenzoThe motorcade leaves a cloud of dust as we drive out to the village where Montes was last seen.Dario, Carlo, Emilio, and I are in the first SUV while my men fill the other four. We used a couple of my private jets to get everyone into Mexico, and I had to reach out to the local cartel and give them a heads-up so there are no misunderstandings.With a little luck, Servando Montes dies today.Dario’s phone buzzes, and he checks it quickly, then says, “We have a face to put to the name.”He holds the device so I can see. There’s a photo of a man having a cigarette outside a shitty house. He seems to be in his late fifties and loves heavy gold chains way too fucking much.“Zero style,” Dario says as if that’s the biggest crime the man could commit.I let out a chuckle, then mutter, “Doesn’t look like he knows we’re on the way.”“The soldier that sold him out made sure Servando doesn’t catch wind of what’s going on.”“At least one of his soldiers has enough common sense t
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Chapter 40SkylarI look at the time again, and seeing it’s past three in the morning, I stand up from the couch and struggle to hold the tears back.Where is he? It’s taking too long.I drag my fingers through my hair, and unable to stop the sob, it bursts over my lips.Please let him be okay. I can’t lose Renzo.I swear I’ll throw myself over the balcony because there’s no way I’m living without him.Realizing just how much I love Renzo, I cover my face with my hands and pray to all that’s holy he’ll come home to me.Suddenly I hear the elevator doors slide open, and my head snaps up. I run toward it as pure relief washes over me.Just as Renzo steps into the penthouse, I throw myself at him and wrap my arms around his neck. Sobs wrack through me as I get to smell his cologne and natural scent.Thank God.“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, his tone tight with worry and his arms crushing me to him.I shake my head and cling to him with all my strength.Renzo lifts me so I can wrap my legs
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Chapter 41RenzoWhen Fabricio brings the Bentley to a stop at the cemetery, I open the door and climb out. Walking around the back of the car, I wait for Skylar before I take hold of her hand.I had the headstones placed recently and wanted to make sure they did a good job.Walking to Harlan’s grave, Skylar’s fingers tighten around mine.It’s the first time we've been back since the funerals, and I know it’s going to be hard for her.When we stop in front of the graves, I read the words engraved on the granite.Harlan DaviesThe most selfless and loving father.Devoted husband.A guardian angel who walked among us for too short a while.“God,” Skylar whispers, tears shining in her eyes before the spiral over her cheeks. “The headstone is perfect. Thank you, Renzo.”“You’re welcome, amo.”I let go of her hand and wrap my arm around her shoulders. Pressing a kiss to her temple, I take a deep breath of her soft scent.She’s doing well, Harlan. No problems with the kidney, and she’s open
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Chapter 42SkylarRenzo and I are peeking around the wall at the full restaurant.“Oh my God. Half the critics in New York are out there,” I whisper, my stomach a tight ball of nerves.“They better not dare say anything bad,” Renzo mutters. “Or there will be bodies floating in the Hudson.”I slap his chest and scowl at him. “You’ll do no such thing!” Turning around, I head back to the busy kitchen.Renzo grabs my arm, and I’m yanked backward. He grips hold of my jaw and plants a hard kiss to my mouth.“Good luck, amo. You’ve got this.”Shooting him a thankful smile, I pull free and rush to my station so I can continue cooking.“I need spring onions,” I call out. “Yes, Chef!”A few seconds later, a bowl of finely chopped spring onions is placed on my counter. I quickly add it to brew, and while it boils, I check on the spicy brisket soup.The orders come fast and non-stop, and I get lost in my work.Two hours into my opening night, Viviana walks toward me and says, “A customer would li
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Chapter 40GabriellaI was allowed a very quick shower before a nurse tended to my wounds.I sit on the side of the hospital bed, and clench my jaw while I watch as Damiano talks with a doctor.I just want to be alone with my husband.Somehow, I manage to keep my expression neutral as I struggle to keep all my emotions from spiraling out of control.Finally, the nurse leaves, and I slip off the bed. Even though my feet are raw and ache from running barefoot through the damn woods, I walk to the window and pull the blinds shut.“I’ll take her home first thing tomorrow morning,” I hear Damiano tell the doctor while I gingerly move back to the bed.I brace my right hand on the white sheets and suck in a desperate breath of air.I hear the door shut, and I glance at Damiano to make sure we’re alone.I suck in another breath of air, then all the trauma I’ve been forced to endure shudders through my body.Damiano moves closer to me, and when his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, I ca
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Chapter 39DamianoDirt shoots into the air as we come to a screeching stop in the lot at the front of the property. The house is medium-sized and looks like it hasn’t been painted in the last decade.There are a dozen armed men scattered around the property, and they open fire on the SUVS while they try to find cover against the sides of the house.I shove the door open and order, “Launch the fucking grenades!”Tommy sends a grenade flying into the side of the house where a group of men are taking cover, and bodies fly into the air.Using the door as a shield, I open fire on the fuckers that are shooting from inside the house, and I have to reload the magazine before I’m able to move away from the SUV. With the submachine gun held in position, I run toward the house while shooting every fucking man I lay eyes on.My vision tunnels on the front door, and I riddle it with bullets before my body slams into the wood. It gives way easily, and I keep going, taking out target after target u
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Chapter 38DamianoWith Mamma and the other women and children safe, we all focus on getting everything ready for the attack.Impatient as fuck, I glance at Dario, who hasn’t stopped working since I gave the order. “Do you know where Stefano is?”“His phone signal is bouncing off three towers. I have the area but not a precise location.”“Where?” I bark.“Somewhere near Manorville. Just over an hour away by car.”My phone buzzes, and I rip the device out of my pocket. Unlocking the screen there are more messages from Stefano.I haven’t tried to call him, because then I’d be playing straight into his hands.They’ve had Gabriella for twenty-four hours now, and I try to brace for the worst as I open the text.You’re quiet, cousin. I hope you don’t think you have any other option than to step down.I suck in a deep breath before pressing play on the attached video. It shows Gabriella still hanging from the ceiling by a rope.She must be in so much fucking pain.“Let’s get started,” the sa
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Chapter 37GabriellaWhen I startle awake, my entire body aches so badly, I let out a gasp before groaning.Dio.They left me hanging overnight, and the room is freezing. The extreme chill in my body makes the pain so much worse.There’s complete silence as I glance around the room.Yesterday, I was too shocked by the attack and torture to take in anything.I see a metal table and various tools and knives. There’s also a stick with prongs, which they used to electrocute me with. The laptop is still on the table, and the camera’s pointed at me. It looks like I’m in a basement.Knowing I’m being recorded, I lift my head and school my face into an emotionless expression.What doesn’t break you makes you stronger.With nothing to do but think, my thoughts turn to the attack.Aunt Greta. Gerardo. Martha.Sorrow pours into my chest.Please let Aunt Greta be okay. Dio. I hope they got to her in time.When a lump forms in my throat, I try to swallow it down.Before I’m able to process my sorr
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Chapter 36DamianoI’m standing in the armory with Angelo, Franco, Renzo, and Dario.Dario’s set up a working station for himself by my systems where he’s searching for anything that can help us find out who’s behind the attack.My phone starts ringing, and letting out a growl, I pull the device from my pocket.“What?” I snap.“The club,” Pippa, the manager of my club, says. Panic laces the words. “There was a car bomb, Mr. Falco. It blew the side wall away. We won’t be able to open.”“Motherfucking Christ,” I shout. “Deal with the shit. I’m busy.” “Yes, sir.”I end the call, and before I can throw my phone against the wall, Carlo grabs it from me.“We need the phone,” he reminds me. “In case the fucker calls.”The fucker, being the person who’s attacking me.I let him keep the phone as I stalk a few steps away before turning to face the men.“Who is behind the attacks?” I bark.“We took out Miguel’s entire family, but maybe it’s one of his men,” Angelo says.“No. The person knew wher
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Chapter 35GabriellaMy body jerks as I regain consciousness. My shoulders strain, and rope bites into my wrists as I jerk again from being hauled into the air.A headache starts to pulse behind my temple, and when I crack my eyes open, I see a concrete floor beneath me.Shit.The memories of the attack pour through my mind.I remember the mansion shuddering from loud blasts. Gerardo falling.Aunt Greta gasping for air.Aunt Greta.Dio, I hope she survives the gunshot.I lift my head, and seeing two men in a room with me, horror ripples through me.One of them secures the rope so it will keep me hanging in the air.My shoes are gone, and the pencil dress I’m wearing is pulled up high on my thighs.Shit.“She’s awake,” one of the men mutters. “Get the boss.”Boss?My mind starts racing, flashes of the attack hitting me while I worry about what’s going to happen.I hope Mamma’s okay.Maybe Damiano found out about the attack, and he got to her in time.Damiano.Suddenly, Stefano walks in
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Chapter 34DamianoCarlo lands the helicopter on top of the building, and I wait for him to switch everything off.“Who would attack the warehouse?” Carlo asks as he joins me“I have no fucking idea,” I mutter while sending Emilio a text demanding an update.Anger vibrates in my chest as we walk toward the elevator. When my phone vibrates, I read the message from Emilio.Three men dead. Nothing was taken. It’s weird. I don’t feel it’s safe for you to come here. Go to the club. I’ll meet you there.Letting out a sigh, I mutter, “We’re going to the club. Emilio will meet us there.”The news of the attack was unexpected. Sure, an enemy can crawl out of a fucking hole at any time, but usually, things are quiet over the festive season.We take the elevator down to the basement and head to the SUV, and soon, Carlo steers the vehicle in the direction of the club.A couple of blocks from our destination my phone starts ringing while it buzzes with message after message.“Jesus fucking Christ,
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Chapter 33GabriellaWhile Martha carries the clothes between my old suite and Damiano’s room, Aunt Greta helps me pack everything into my side of the closet.Aunt Aida’s sitting on a chair we brought into the room for her, keeping us company.“Did you enjoy the wedding before Damiano dragged you away?” Aunt Aida asks.“Yes.” I let out a chuckle. “Thank you for everything you did to make it a perfect wedding, Aunt Greta.”“You’re welcome, cara.”“Oh, I just remembered,” Aunt Aida says. “You can call me mamma or mom. Whichever you prefer.”I stop what I’m doing and drop the hanger on the floor. “Really?”When she nods, I rush to her, and leaning down, I wrap her up in a hug. “Thank you.”“No need to thank me,” she chuckles as she pats my back. “We’re family now.”Letting go of her, I get back to work.Damiano comes into the closet, then glances over the clothes. “Is it all going to fit?”“Yes.” I shoot him a smile. “I’ll make it fit.”“You can always leave your summer clothes in the ot
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Chapter 32DamianoWith every passing second, where the guests are drinking champagne and enjoying the reception, I grow more and more impatient for them to leave.“Stop scowling at everyone,” Gabriella whispers, where she’s sitting beside me.“How much longer?” I mutter.“We only get one wedding,” she says, “try to enjoy it.” “I am, but I also want to be alone with you.”She pats my chest and smiles at Samantha as she walks by the table.“You look stunning, Gabriella,” Samantha says, not even daring to look in my direction.“Thank you,” my bride accepts the compliment like the queen she is.Aunt Greta rushes toward us and says, “It’s time to open the dance floor.”“Dance floor?” I mutter. “No one said anything about dancing.” “Do it for me,” Gabriella whispers before standing up.Unable to refuse her anything, I climb to my feet and follow her to the middle of the floor.A song starts to play, and as I take Gabriella into my arms, I ask, “Which song did you pick?”“Anyone by Tommee P
