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“Inconsiderate, but generous,” I smirked back.
This was our relationship, a constant back and forth of friendly insults and threats. None of them were real, of course, but it helped us blow off steam between the moments of real insults and threats toward others.
“But, when you’re right, you’re right,” he finally conceded. “It’s not good news at all. There are rumblings in the neighborhood that the Zaytsevs have moved in.”
I spat at the ground and cursed, disgusted at the mere mention of their name. They were a dangerous Russian mafia that had slowly been making its way across Europe. I’d never liked the Russians; they were too brutal. What Italians could finesse; they stole by force. They always had to be the most intimidating bullies in the schoolyard.
Not in my town. I’d worked too hard to build our organization into what it was and was willing to crush my enemies when necessary. Other families knew we had the force and manpower, so they knew not to encroach on our territory.
These men, though… they did not care about territory. They saw only money and power, not caring about the rules we’d carefully put into place over the last few decades.
“Can you confirm this information is true, for certain?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. This day just kept getting better and better. I could already feel the beginning of a migraine. I’d have to ask Sofia to bring me an espresso.
Gabriele shook his head.
“I have not seen them with my own eyes,” he said. “I would like to believe that means it isn’t true, but either way you need to be aware. If they aren’t here yet, it’s clear they’re feeling out the area to spread roots.”
“Then we must poison the soil,” I tell him seriously. “Do what it takes to show our Russian friends that they are not welcome in Florence. You must keep your ear to the ground, Gabriele.”
“I’m a Parisian street rat. I live with my ear to the ground,” he joked, but I didn’t find his attitude amusing. He’d brought me this news at the worst possible time, and without any real confirmation of its validity, I didn’t know how much mental energy I should grant it.
“Seriously,” I said, my face set in a hard line. “You need to find out all you can. I need locations, times, descriptions of their movement.”
“From what I understand now, it’s just one man who’s made the trek. He’s a scout, a pilot fish.”
“And where the pilot fish travel, a shark soon appears,” I said darkly. “You know my family’s history with the Zaytsev family. I will not allow any more bloodshed to take place here. So, as I said, send a clear message to our Russian friend, so he can go back and tell his shark boss to back off.”
Gabriele nodded and stood, ever the obedient soldier. I trusted him to take care of this swiftly. Still, the thought of the Zaytsevs in town caused me more anxiety than I’d ever admit to my friend. It had been years since the nastiness had occurred, but I wouldn’t forget what they had put my family through. And I would not forgive.
Gabriele left, promising to update me as soon as he could, and I was alone again with nothing but bitter thoughts and a pile of work I didn’t even want to look at now. Everything was tainted by the thought of those men.
And then there was Dahlia and Olivia to consider. They were my wards for the summer, and probably into their first semester at uni. Dahlia had no idea about the nasty associations her father once held, and he would kill me if any of this blew back on her, as if I had asked for this to happen.
And as much as I worried about her, my thoughts drifted back to beautiful Olivia, who was even more ignorant of who I was. Would she run from me if she knew the things I’d done in the past to protect my assets? She’d already pushed me away once, but there was every possibility she’d push me away forever.
If she knew the truth, she’d probably catch the first plane to the states, change her name, and go into hiding. And that still wouldn’t be enough distance to make me forget the creamy smoothness of her skin underneath my hands. She was so soft and delicate beneath my touch, like a rose petal just in bloom.
And her breasts… fuck me. I would die with the memory of her perky tits engraved on my mind. I’d barely had time to enjoy the look of them before they were pressed against me, but I felt the way her nipples tightened under my touch. I’d wound her up, set her ablaze with my presence.
My pants tightened against my hardening cock, and I unbuttoned them, setting myself free of the prison they were in. Perhaps I wouldn’t know her touch on my cock, but I would live off the memory of our interaction and use it to fuel my lustful fantasies. I slid my hand up and down, imagining it was her perfect, plump lips.
In my mind, I saw her eyes, full of lust and wanting. I didn’t even have to imagine what that would look like, because I’d seen it so clearly in front of me. I had burned the picture into my memory, making sure I would never forget her lust for me. My lust for her was certainly going nowhere useful.
I pumped into my hand again, remembering the way my name fell from her lips. It had never sounded so sweet, never made my entire body lose control. She’d been so sweet, so new to everything. I wanted to explore every inch of her and find the secret spots that made her come undone.
My hand moved more quickly, bringing me closer and closer to the needed edge. In my mind, her legs were wrapped around me as they had been, but I was naked too, and I was inside of her. The wicked things this girl could do to me in my imagination… I wondered if I’d ever have the chance to experience her again. I had to find a way.
There was too much going wrong. She had to be the one thing to go right. The summer was long, stretching out before us like a treasure map. We could explore together, the world and each other, if only she would let me in.
She retained her youthful innocence, untouched by the ugliness of the world, and I would hold it back from her forever if I had to. It was my new mission to show her only beauty and pleasure, so much that it would overwhelm her senses and make her knees weak.
*Olivia*
“Olive!” Dahlia burst into the guest room I’d taken over with a massive grin on her face.
I looked up just in time for her to jump onto the bed. The comforter bounced as Dahlia landed next to me, giggling like a schoolgirl.
“I’m assuming it went well?” I smiled, looking up from the book I’d been reading to pass the time. I shut it with a snap, turning my attention to my giddy best friend.
“Oh, it was perfect!” Dahlia gushed, leaning on my back as I lay sprawled out on my stomach. “He was so charming and such a gentleman! He picked me up on his moped and took me to see the Piazza! And it was so dreamy when he kissed me in front of the fountain.”
“I’m glad you had fun,” I laughed as I turned in bed to see her face.
Dahlia was gazing up at the ceiling with a lovestruck face as she sighed. I’d been with her through every crush she’d ever had, but I’d never seen her this happy over one guy. I grinned, happy for her. Even if I didn’t like him in the beginning, he was good to her, and even I could admit that he was charming.
Not nearly as much as Giovani, though.
I shook my head, clearing those thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time.
“Are you going to see him again then?” I asked teasingly, knowing she had already planned their wedding and future three kids in her head. She’d always been like that, three steps ahead in her imagination.
“Of course!” She smiled. “We’ve been texting nonstop. I really really like him, Olive.”
I knew that look on her face–the blush on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke about him. I was sure I had the same look on my face when I’d met Giovani, though hopefully not as obvious as her. Well, I’d always been better at hiding my feelings than Dahlia, though.
“I’m happy for you, Dolly,” I smiled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it lightly. “You deserve a great guy who can sweep you off your feet.”
“Thanks, Olive,” Dahlia giggled. “So do you.”
I smiled, just a bit guilty. I wished I could tell her what had happened with Giovani.
I wished I could tell her about our midnight conversation, how much I’d learned about him, and how he listened to me so intently, like everything I had said was important.
And I wished I could tell her what happened in the bathroom when I first felt his arms around me and his kiss set my skin aflame, how much of an idiot I was for letting him walk away just because I was afraid. I wished I could just tell her how much I longed to have his arms around me, to kiss his gorgeous lips, and have his hands on every inch of my body until I couldn’t think about anything but him.
I wished I could tell her about everything.
But I couldn’t.
Not only was he so much older than us, but he was also her cousin. If she knew I was even thinking these things, I was terrified that she wouldn’t even talk to me again.
Truth be told, I didn’t even know what she thought of dating older guys. I did know her parents had a considerable age gap, so maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. Maybe I was just worrying for nothing.
I set the book in my hands down as I grabbed my phone tightly in one hand. I could test it, maybe?
I glanced at Dahlia, trying to be casual despite the uneasiness I felt. She was still busy in her fantasy world, probably imagining Lorenzo as a prince on a white horse coming to sweep her away, just like we used to play when we were little. I had always been the prince, but I was happy to give that position to Lorenzo now.
“Hey, Dolly,” I started, trying to be casual. “What do you think about dating an older man?”
Dahlia glanced at me, blinking rapidly in surprise. “What?”
“I saw it in this article online,” I lied, smoothly. “I was just wondering what you thought about it.”
Dahlia rolled her eyes, “You’re an addict, Olive. I told you to stop reading those kinds of female help magazines. They’re no good for you. That’s what Mom says anyway.”
