LEO
The last three months have been busy. Tonight’s the first night I’ve taken off ever since it all went down. In the aftermath, a vacuum formed,
and we took advantage.
The chip isn’t needed anymore. It all came out. They found stuff in Monica’s place that brought down the whole family. Their Don is locked up and will probably die in prison, the rest of them arrested, dead, or on the run.
All in all, it’s boon time for the Gianni famiglia. We took over everything. Their territory belongs to us now. We’re on top as we should be. I’ll be taking over soon. Mikey is as close to retiring as a man in his position can get. He wants to go back to Sicily and leave me in charge, have me take over as Don. Said getting the account book back proved my value.
I deserve it more than anyone, according to him. Don at my age? It seems insane, but then he was younger than me when he got to his position.
As he told me, I worked my way up right from the start. I’ve seen how the streets are run and how the politics are worked at the higher ranks.
Anyway, long story short, we’re on top and I’ve got a night free. I plan to make the most of it.
I mailed her the chip yesterday. Will she respond to it? It has been three months after all.
I thought about getting in touch with her, but it’s been so busy I haven’t had a chance. I told myself when I talk to her again it won’t be a threeminute phone conversation, it’ll be something real.
I’ve got a question to ask her and I want to ask it in person. If she turns up tonight, I’ll get to ask and she’ll get to answer. We’ll just have to see what happens after that.
The last couple of weeks I’ve been getting ready for the casino reopening. We’re planning on making beaucoup bucks through the place, the best way to launder the things we’re earning elsewhere.
The Feds came looking to speak to me, of course they did. I had nothing to tell them, no matter what threats they made. They had nothing concrete to pin me to the warehouse job. Timmy, our resident computer geek took care of the camera footage.
I know Amelia kept her mouth shut. If she hadn’t, I’d be in handcuffs beside the surviving half of the Belucci famiglia.
I’ve got plans though. Comprehensive plans. First, I need to know what Amelia wants. Depending on what she says, I might just be moving to Gordon’s Cove permanently.
The dumbest place to be after all the attention from the Feds so the best place to hide out. They’d never expect me to base our operations from there.
Might even get to sail my fucking boat at last. It’s in the harbor right now, waiting for me. I’m hoping I’ll be taking a passenger on it come the morning.
I’m sitting on the bed in the Kapoor Suite, looking out at the darkness outside. The balcony doors are open and the sound of the waves reaches me from far below. Ten to eight. Is she coming?
The casino might be shut but the hotel’s already up and running, has been for the last couple of days. Got to get the teething problems ironed out before the high rollers come back.
I hear a knock on the door and I get to my feet, hand automatically going to my gun. It would be typical to get this far and get whacked just when I’m trying to relax.
“Who’s there?” I call out, moving to the side of the room. This would be the time I’d start shooting if I was the one out there. I don’t want any bullets to find me in the middle of the room. I want to be ready.
My soldiers wanted to come with me, just in case. I told them a future Don needs to be seen in public. Hide away or surround yourself with men and you look scared. Look scared and you look weak. That’s what I’ve learned. Whatever might be out there, I will handle it on my own. If this is it, then this is it.
“Room service,” a woman’s voice replies.
I pull open the door and there she is, looking just how I remembered her. Hot as the fires of hell in a dress that clings perfectly to her body. At once I’m hard, even before I’ve stepped back to let her inside.
“Never had room service look this good before,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She runs into my arms, knocking me onto my back. The gun flies from my hand, but I don’t care. She straddles my chest and slaps my face. “No goodbye?” she says. “I don’t even warrant a goodbye?”
“It was for your own good,” I tell her, getting hold of her hands before she can slap me again. “If you knew where I was, you could tell the Feds and that would slow down my work.”
“Work? What work?”
“Taking over. We run things now. The Gianni famiglia is on top where it belongs. The Don even wrote off your debt, he was so grateful to me. We’re on top, baby.”
“I think you’ll find I’m on top right now.” She’s grinning as she says it.
I use my strength to flip our positions, getting her laid on her back with my legs straddling her hips. She kicks out and I see the gun on her hip. “Come to kill me?” I ask, pulling the gun out and examining it. “That’s new.”
“I bought it after you left,” she says, fighting to get free from under my grip. “Wanted to feel safe after everything that happened.”
“Loaded too. So you are learning. Good girl.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“How about I spank you instead?”
“Promises, promises.”
I reach out to the top-right edge of the bed and grab the rope I prepared just for tonight. I lash it around her wrist and pull it tight enough to keep her arm still. “What are you doing?” she asks as I do the same to her left wrist.
“Stopping you from slapping me again.”
She scowls up at me, but I see the hunger behind her eyes. It’s the same hunger that was there last time we did this.
I wrap a blindfold over her eyes and then stand up, undressing quickly. It wasn’t exactly how I planned for things to go, but in my line of work you’ve got to take advantage of the opportunities when they arise. Be ready to adjust your plans in an instant.
Once I’m naked, I slip her shoes off her, raise her dress to her hips, revealing the tiniest panties I’ve ever seen.
I stroke along the waistband of them while her breathing changes under me. “I’ve missed you,” I say, peeling them down her legs.
“So I see,” she replies. “Or not see, apparently.”
I push her dress further up. She arches her back so it can move up her stomach and then it’s pooled around her neck, leaving her naked body obscenely exposed to my gaze.
The dress is so thin it doesn’t cause any problems as I kiss my way around her body, taking her nipples into my mouth.
“I missed these,” I say, teasing them with my fingers as I kiss my way lower. “I missed the scent of your skin.”
“You telling me I stink?”
I resist laughing. “Still got the same mouth on you,” I say. “Maybe I should gag you so I don’t have to put up with it.”
“You love my devastating repartee,” she says, gasping as I kiss her inner thighs.
“I love every single thing about you,” I reply, licking her clit for a brief moment. “I love you, Amelia.”
As I say it, I slide a finger into her. She’s soaking wet with need for me. I want to be in her at once, but I take my time, rocking back and forth inside her while licking her clit.
“I came here all ready to hate you,” she replies, her voice strained.
“Turns out I quite like what you’re doing to me.”
“Glad to hear it. I can stop if you’re not enjoying it.”
“Don’t you dare.”
I again resist laughing. As if I was going to stop this. I’m not stopping until we’re both drained of the last ounce of lust inside us.
“Make me come and I’ll love you too,” she adds as my tongue moves faster.
“You already love me.”
“Oh, Mr. Cocky mafia mofo is so sure of himself, isn’t he?” I stop licking, breathing on her instead.
She gasps. “Don’t do that. All right, I’m sorry.” “Say it.”
“No.”
“Don’t sulk out of spite. Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“All right, I love you, damn it. I love you and I missed you and fuck me, that feels good.”
My tongue is back on her clit and I feel her tensing around my finger. I bring her to the edge before stopping. “Not yet,” I say, sliding out of her, moving up the bed, stroking my cock above her face.
She can’t see me, but she knows what’s coming, sticking her tongue out ready for me.
“So beautiful,” I say. “That makeup. Let’s see if we can mess it up.” As I speak, I push my cock into her mouth. She seals her lips around it as I thrust back and forth.
I reach behind me and stroke her clit again, getting her as close as I dare. I don’t want her to come yet. It’s been months and I want to see it when it happens.
I keep thrusting into her mouth until I get too close to the edge. Pulling free, I watch her take gasping breaths, tugging at the ropes holding her wrists in place.
She’s cursing me with her sharp tongue as I move back down and lick her clit, bringing her close to orgasm once more. As I feel her on the brink,
I pause, breathing on her again. “Sure you don’t want me to stop?”
“I will fucking kill you if you do, Leo Rossi.”
“There’s that fire I fell for.” I move my tongue over her engorged nub and this time I don’t stop. I watch closely, seeing her mouth open and close as she tips over the edge, her hips thrusting upward, her limbs shaking, groans falling from her loud enough to echo across the room.
She’s still recovering when I slip inside her a moment later. Her insides are still contracting and the sensation is incredible.
I thrust. “You’re mine now,” I say. “No timelines. No leaving. No fortyeight-hour bullshit. You belong to me for life.”
“I belong to you,” she replies. “In a proper modern feminist way, of course.”
“Of course.” I thrust harder, slamming into her until she can’t talk anymore. I bring myself to the brink and as I approach it, I reach over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a bullet vibrator. I switch it on and press it to her clit, trapping it between our bodies.
Leaning down, I kiss her as I come, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I spurt deep inside her, groaning with delight when it happens.
She comes a moment later, her pussy contracting around my cock, drawing me deeper, squeezing the last drops from me.
I slide out of her, switching off the vibe before untying her wrists. She lifts the blindfold from her face and blinks at me in a daze. “Is it always going to be that good?” she asks.
“Better,” I reply, kissing her neck. “It only ever gets better.”