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“I’ve already called the school. You’ll be able to resume classes next semester with no consequences.”
I thudded back down to Earth. “Why? If you have the guy, why can’t we go?”
I hated how whiny I sounded, but I didn’t know what else to do.
Gio glanced at Alessandro and Dahlia, then back at me. I could tell he didn’t want to answer me with an audience, but I wasn’t much in the mood to concede to his whims.
“Carina, it’s not safe,” he murmured, voice pitched only for me.
Alessandro looked away, but Dahlia only put down her pillow, tucked her knees into her chest, and waited like we were her favorite TV show.
“But you know who did it,” I insisted.
He took a faltering step closer. “They can find someone else. And when we close this avenue, they’re likely to get frustrated and try something more drastic. There’s just no way I can keep you safe in a place with that many unknowns.”
“I liked having a life of my own.” I tried to keep my voice steady, to sound like a reasonable person making a reasonable argument, but I sounded like I was on the verge of tears.
“And I will figure out a way that you can have that again, just not right now. But please, carina.” He extended a hand to me. “Come with me to our room so we can talk this over in a little more privacy.”
I looked at his hand, hovering in the air. Dahlia thought we should go back to America. I thought that more days than not. Gio looked at me with eyes that overflowed with love and begged me for one more chance.
I just didn’t know if it was safe to give it to him.
*Olivia*
I rose from my seat on Dahlia’s bed and put my hand in Gio’s. A brilliant smile broke over his face like the sun coming up over the horizon, and I couldn’t help but meet it with one of my own. When he smiled like that, I remembered how much I loved him, how much I wanted to be the one to make him smile. He might have been difficult sometimes, too caught up in mafia business and stubborn, but I would give almost anything to see that smile.
Dahlia giggled, and Gio’s gaze shot away from my face.
“Perhaps we should go to our room, carina,” he said.
I nodded. We had a lot of stuff to figure out before I’d be happy to sleep in there with him again, but I actually wanted to do the figuring.
Hand in hand, we left Dahlia’s room and trekked to the one we shared. He didn’t say anything on the walk, so I let my gaze wander. Despite the opulence, this place was heavily fortified. I could just barely make out guards ducking around the corner as we passed and bolts that implied reinforcement to the walls.
A shiver ran down my spine. I loved Gio. I wanted to fix this. But no matter what, I would have to be ready to live a life with steel-reinforced walls.
We turned into the bedroom, and Gio shut the door quietly behind us. I hesitated, waiting for him to say something, but instead, he just stepped forward and enfolded me in a hug.
I wound my arms around his waist, under the suit jacket, and let myself enjoy the comfort of his presence. He was so much taller than me, so much broader, that I simply disappeared into his arms.
I buried my face in his chest, inhaling the woodsy scent of his soap. His suit wrinkled under my face, and he gave no sign of noticing. Nothing could reach me in there. Despite everything, there was still no place I felt safer than in Gio’s arms.
We stood like that for a few minutes, allowing the fight and the fear to fall away and leave behind two people madly in love with each other. Then, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“I’m sorry, carina,” he murmured.
I tilted my head up to look at him. I wanted to see his eyes when he said this. “Sorry for what?”
He smiled indulgently at me. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you downstairs, and I’m sorry for all the danger my business puts you in. I’m sorry you can’t follow your dreams right now, this second.” He kissed my head again. “And I’m sorry I didn’t come in and kiss you immediately.”
I considered his words. “Were you scared?”
He flattened his mouth into a line for a moment, then nodded.
“You get bossy when you’re scared, and I don’t like that very much,” I said.
He laughed. “Normally, when I get bossy, to use your word, everybody falls in line. You don’t, but I think I like that very much.” He squeezed me tighter like he couldn’t stand to be even that far away. “We’re going to get these guys. Joey should have some answers, and we’ve got some pieces in place, and between those, I’m hoping we can finish this soon.”
My heart soared, but I studied his face for any sign of exaggeration. “Really?”
He nodded, and certainty shone out of his eyes. “Really. And after that, I will make all of this up to you. You can go back to school, or find a new school, or get a job making paninis for tourists. We can go on a month-long tour of Europe… whatever you want.”
If I wasn’t in his arms, I would have spun around in circles. This was my Gio, the Gio I loved, who listened to me and cared what I thought. All plans of moving back to America fled my mind as he leaned in as if he was going to kiss me. I tilted my head up, but he paused.
“For now, carina, can you trust me? I am happy to talk things over with you in quiet moments like this, but sometimes I just need things done to keep everyone safe.” His eyebrows knitted, and I knew instantly he was worried this would be the dealbreaker, that I would go storming out of the room, back to Dahlia, maybe even back to America.
I paused. My heart wanted me to leap headfirst, but I had to stop making promises I couldn’t keep. When things were dangerous, could I trust that he knew best? Could I let him make the calls, even when the fear weighed me down and clouded my mind?
I looked into his beautiful eyes, shining with fear and love. “Yes,” I said.
He leaned down, crushing his mouth against mine. I melted into him, and all the time between now and Paris disappeared as he ran his tongue along the seam of my lips. I opened for him with a soft moan. One of his hands ran up my back and into my hair, grabbing tightly as though he was afraid of me pulling away. I pushed up into the kiss, assuring him I wasn’t going anywhere.
His other hand quickly found the hem of my T-shirt and slipped underneath, palming the skin of my waist. A new fire lit between my legs, and I ground myself against him as I began to yank his shirt out of his pants so I could get access to his skin. He chuckled against my mouth.
“Excited?” he teased.
I made a low sound I barely recognized as myself and pulled him back down into the kiss. I’d missed him worse than I realized, and the fire was quickly building into a raging inferno. I craved his body, the release he would give me, and I didn’t much feel like waiting for whatever the teasing tone in his voice implied.
I gave up on untucking his shirt and began furiously working the buttons with fumbling fingers. He ran his hand up my ribcage to brush the bottom of my bra, and I groaned my impatience. He pulled away from the kiss to watch me struggle with a small smile on his face, his thumb still running tauntingly over the bottom of my clothed breast.
I yanked his shirt open and heard buttons scatter. Maybe I didn’t get to go to school anymore; maybe I didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or where any of the seemingly endless threats were coming from, but I had Gio, and I intended to make the most of that.
I leaned in, dragging my tongue over his nipple, and he groaned. I looked up at him, my mouth still on his chest, to see that his pupils had blown wide, and his mouth had fallen slightly open. The hand in my hair tightened, and the fire between my legs blazed. I wanted to take him apart, I realized. See him with none of the careful control and attention he’d been wielding since Paris, just Gio, my Gio.
I attached my mouth to his nipple and sucked, scraping it gently with my teeth. He groaned a little louder, and I smiled. I lavished attention over it, then turned to the other one, leaving a trail of dark hickies in the space between. His hips began jerking aimlessly, and every time I tried something new, the hand in my hair tightened so much it almost hurt, but that only spurred me on.
When I’d teased both his nipples to attention, a loud moan fell from his mouth with abandon, I pulled away and smiled at him. “Excited?”
He gaped at me, then leaned in for another crushing kiss. I took control, pushing my tongue into his mouth, enjoying the way this powerful mafia Don turned to putty in my hands. He seemed to remember the hand on my breast, pulling the cup of my bra down under my shirt to get access to my nipple, his hands now fumbling with the intensity of his desire. I moaned into his mouth, then pulled away from the kiss. I needed release, craved it like a drug, but I wanted to see how far I could push him first.
He stared at me with confused, lust-clouded eyes. We’d barely stepped away from the door, so it was easy to reposition him with his back against it, pull off my top, and drop to my knees.
Now level with his waist, I could see the enormous erection tenting his pants. He wound a hand into my hair again as I undid his belt and his buttons slowly. His cock bulged against his underwear, and I ran a finger down it, eliciting another low groan. I grabbed the waist of his pants and underwear and yanked them both down to his ankles, leaving him mostly bare in front of me. His cock bounced free, a bead of precum on the tip.
I ran my hands back up his legs, and he brought his other hand to my hair, already pressing me forward. I resisted, taking my length in his hands first and pumping a few times. His head thumped back against the door. I leaned forward to lick off the precum and back again.
“Fuck, Olivia, please.” He sounded wanton, desperate, and the please shot straight to my aching pussy.
I bobbed forward, taking in as much of his length as I could in one go, and he moaned loudly. I worked the remainder of his length with a hand, and I could feel the muscles of his thighs straining not to thrust into me.
I pulled back slowly, licking the bottom of his cock, and went deeper. He continued to pull my hair, creating a bright frisson of pain, and I moaned with him in my mouth. The dam of his control broke, and suddenly we were moving together, both of us working to get as much of his enormous cock into my mouth as possible. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, but I was more used to the feeling this time, and I barely gagged.
The sensation made him moan loudly, and I took one hand off the scant inches remaining to fondle his balls. He fucked harder into my mouth, thrusts becoming uneven and desperate in a way I knew meant his release was close. I licked around the tip, scraped my teeth gently along the top, and just as I knew he was about to come, I pulled back.
