Athena
“I couldn’t get into the house,” I informed Damian over the phone, walking as fast as I could back home.
In case it wasn’t clear enough, I followed Luciano. I’d known he would be up to something. There was no way he came all the way to Sicily just to take me around and show me off on fancy dates. There were enough date spots in New York and he hadn’t taken me to a single one.
The balls don’t count. They were a cover for his mafia shenanigans anyways. So they did not count. Neither did the dates the past few days either. As I had suspected, it was all a cover.
When he had tried to leave, I’d been awake. Hell, I’d been faking sleeping all along just so I could figure out his true intentions. And no surprise there, I was fucking right.
Bastard! I thought, seething. I had no idea why I was angry. Maybe it was because our dates were nothing to him. Just a means to hide that he was doing illegal shit underground. That was all I was to him. an excuse.
Oh, he would pay for that! For all of it. I was going to bash his head into the fucking ground until he bled. Nodding at my thought, I’d gotten so lost in them that I hadn’t noticed Damian was still on the phone. “Can you describe the house?”
“Ah, no I left. And I have no idea what street it’s on.”
“Mahn, then of what use are you?” He groaned.
“Really? You’ll say that? I’ve never been to Sicily in my life and I’ve spent all of two days here. How the hell am I supposed to know the name of the streets?”
“You’re sounding pretty pissed,”
“You’re making me pretty pissed!” I screamed then laughed awkwardly when the people on the sidewalk glanced at me.
Lowering my voice into a whisper, I continued. “Look Damian, I stand out here okay? Every single person will know I don’t belong here. I can’t keep calling. We’ll stick to texting.”
“No, the information reaches here slowly. It delays-”
“So because of that, I should get myself killed? I just watched Luciano take over a club like some fucking terrorist. Do you think I’d want to put my life on the fucking line unless it’s guaranteed that he goes down with me? The answer is a big fat fucking No!”
“Calm down-”
“No, you calm down. I will do my best to supply his whereabouts to the best of my ability. I cannot go beyond that. This is a partnership, not a fucking parasitic relationship. We both pull out weights equally or I’m out!”
Without giving him a chance to reply, I ended the call and stared at the large building before me. The resort. I circled it until I found the end of the trap door I had used to sneak out so I could follow Luciano.
I suppose I could kiss Giorgia. She had shown me the most effective way to spy on the love of her life without going through so much stress. And boy I was grateful for that.
Climbing up the steps, I slipped into Luciano’s room, and shed off my clothes quickly. Turned the black clothes inside out, where they had been lined with pink clothes so they looked like regular pink slacks and tops.
I climbed into the bed, holding on tight to the burner phone, and ruminated on what I had just seen. I had taken the video of Luciano barging in.
Had seen the passive look on his face as Enzo told everyone to scram. There was one major flaw though, however. The mask. There was a fucking mask on his face.
When I had taken the video of him wearing the mask, it had been from behind. He could deny it wasn’t him. That he had spent the whole day with his assistant and would have been too fucking tired to go anywhere that night.
I balled my hand into a fist and hit the bed a few times. If he hadn’t used the damned mask, this was enough for me. His men hadn’t used his name either. They had called him boss all through. There was no solid proof that it was him.
“Fuck this!” I screamed into my pillow.
Sighing, I tried to calm myself. It’s okay. It didn’t seem like he would be finding the Castello boss so soon. Those guys they had captured were poisoned. I had seen the goosebumps all over their arms when Luciano’s men carried them. How though?
Did they poison themselves? If that was so, then that meant they were prepared that Luciano would come around. That would imply that the mole was here in Sicily. I sat up glancing at the trap door.
“Crap, was it Giorgia?” She knew the secret door that Luciano himself had no idea of. She was close to Luca who cared too much about her. Luca would tell her things of course.
But what would she gain exactly? Unless I had read wrong, then I was mistaken that she loved Luciano. Maybe she was mad at me for saving him instead.
“No, that doesn’t make sense,” I mumbled, pondering over the whole issue some more until it gave me a fucking whiplash. “Fuck it, I’m going to bed. I still have a few more days. I’ll figure it out”
The burner phone vibrated with a text from Damian.
“I apologize. You are right. I’ll pull my weight. The mafia house may be of great help. I’ll send you wiretaps, we should be able to get the location and even record evidence of Luciano’s crime.”
“You want me to go in there?” I asked.
“Yes, Raven. Please.” He replied.
I tugged at my lip thinking about it. How could I get into the mafia house? What I had seen from a distance was that the people who lived there lived like a family. A closely knit family. I would be recognized as a stranger instantly.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I replied, turned off the phone, and hid it beneath the mattress as I did in New York.
Things were about to get as complicated as hell.
***
“Raven,” Luciano murmured into my ear.
A soft sigh escaped my lips as I felt his hands run languidly over my body. He pulled up the top I wore until my breasts were exposed and something hot and wet clasped around its nipples. His mouth.
Fuck me.
My eyes flew open to see him hovering above me, his head on my chest as he fondled and played with them. “Luciano,”
Ah fuck I was shameless. I had wanted to kill this bastard a few hours ago and here I was, writhing in his arms like an overly sensitive worm, aching for more.
When he was certain that I had woken up, he left my breasts and placed his head on my forehead, grinning.
“You slept quite deeply, I had no other choice than to wake you this way.”
“Really,” I said, my voice hoarse from disuse. “That’s your excuse?”
“Si,” he hummed, placing butterfly kisses across the corners of my mouth. “That’s my excuse. What do you think? Better than yesterday?”
Oh, he was good. Good at pretending. And so was I.
“Hmm, yeah I suppose I could say so,” I replied.
“Good,” he whispered before leaning down to capture my lips in a frenzied kiss.
Hate aside, I had missed this. I know we had fooled around like idiots the day before, but damn, I couldn’t get tired of him touching me. With his kiss, every stroke, every sound that slipped from him when I touched him, I wanted more. I always fucking did.
I needed to get rid of him before he possessed my entire being, didn’t I? A good thing I didn’t have a heart or he could hell as hell steal it.
“Should we go sightseeing today?” He asked after breaking the kiss.
“Sightseeing?” I mumbled and he hummed, placing kisses down my breasts to my belly. He paused there, taking off my slacks and underwear until I was bare before him and then his fingers found me.
Oh fuck! fuck! fuck!
“Luciano,” I moaned as he strummed them against me.
“I know what you need Raven,” he whispered, placing a kiss against my navel.
I peered down at him and watched that sexy mass of black hair brush against my stomach every time he turned to look at his busy fingers. He looked back at me, a twinkle in his eyes, and then pulled away.
I watched in disbelief. “W-Wha… W-Where are you g-going?” I panted, breathing heavily.
“To prepare for our day. There are a lot of places to visit in Sicily.” He explained with an exaggerated shrug.
“Luciano!” I growled, spreading my legs wider. “Please,”
He stomped towards me, a severe look on his face as he captured my face in his hands.
“You know what I truly want Cara,”
“No,” I whined, shaking my head.
“And I am determined to make you beg,” he whispered, placed a soft kiss on my lips, and walked to the bathroom. Cruel Bastard.