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He gulped, but grabbed the stack of money and stuffed it into his backpack.
“Thank you, sir,” he muttered quietly, but I didn’t respond. My mind was elsewhere as I left the room in full confidence.
Gabriele noticed me as I walked out and smirked as he handed me the bagged phone.
“We traced the number,” he said, looking rather happy. “We have a name and an address. Lorenz Ariotti–turns out Dmitri got a new second.”
A grin spread across my face.
Checkmate, Dmitri.
*Olivia*
I awoke to the sound of a creaking door. Not quite awake, I blinked my eyes a few times as I adjusted to the small creak of light from the open doorway. A sliver of light cut through the darkness around me.
The clock on the bedside table indicated it was way past any time a normal person should be awake. Midnight had gone and passed and the door shut quietly, like someone purposefully being careful not to make noise.
I yawned as I heard steps on the floor, heading straight for me. I didn’t panic like I normally would, all the weeks of sleeping in the same room as someone coming in handy. I could recognize those heavy steps anywhere by now.
I rolled over onto my other side, and just as I expected, I caught the silhouette of a tall, muscular man shifting in the shadows. My cheeks heated as I heard him working his belt loose and dropping it to the floor. He slipped off his clothing, all of it hitting the carpet.
I lay there, appreciating the slight view of his firm back before he heaved a sigh and turned around to face me. Giovani’s eyes met mine, and he stepped back in surprise.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quietly.
I smiled softly, sitting up in bed. I kept the blanket wrapped around my lower half, only in panties and a T-shirt. “Did you find anything?” I asked, watching his expression just in case.
He sighed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and facing me with a tired look. “We found the guy who slipped those notes to you and Dahlia.”
I stiffened, my lips folding into a thin line. Those goddamn notes had caused so many problems.
“And?” I prompted, knowing that Gio wouldn’t have let him go easy.
“He was a nobody,” Gio answered unhappily, “just some college kid they paid to do the dirty work. He was never a danger to you or Dahlia, and now, he definitely won’t be.”
I released a breath, automatically reaching out to grab Gio’s hand. He let me take it and pull it into my lap, letting me run my fingers across his calloused fingertips.
Heat welled up behind my eyes, the sheer relief of the culprit being caught enough to start my emotions on a rampage once more. I swallowed, hoping to keep them down before I opened my mouth to reply. “So what did you do with him?” I asked cautiously. There was a bit of a heavy stone in my chest, not wanting to know if he killed someone, but it was overpowered by my need to comfort Gio, to love him despite all the violence that was imprinted in his soul.
I needed to know what to expect.
“We paid him off,” Giovani answered coolly. “Got him and his family out of the country for the time being.”
I looked up in sheer surprise, having expected to hear a story of violence and death.
“He’s alive?” I whispered in disbelief.
“Of course he is.” Giovani rolled his eyes. “We don’t kill everyone just because we can. He’s a kid, he was used, and he doesn’t deserve to die for that. If we killed everyone we came across, it’d bring way too much attention to us.”
I blushed, scolding myself internally for the assumption I’d jumped to. “Sorry, I kinda assumed,” I said awkwardly.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been watching mafia movies?” He crossed his arms, staring me down like he was scolding a naughty child.
“It was research.” I defended myself softly, though under his firm gaze, it quickly fell apart, and I whispered, “Sorry.”
Gio shook his head, chuckling a bit as he leaned closer to press a kiss to my forehead. His breath was warm as it brushed across my skin, and I leaned into him.
“Of course,” Giovani added, a bit thoughtfully, “he’ll never have a normal life again. He’ll be watched by our men for the rest of his life or be used as bait to lure out Dmitri’s men into a trap. Either way, he’ll be punished for what he did.”
“Wait, what?” I reeled back with wide eyes, having barely caught most of what he said, but Gio just grinned as he took my lips with his own.
My eyes fluttered closed automatically, leaning into him as he licked my bottom lip, and I gladly gave him entrance. He dove in to taste every corner of my mouth with a familiarity that left me in shivers.
He pulled away, breathing just as heavily as I was, and gave me a tender smile.
“It’s almost over, carina,” he whispered.
“Almost,” I repeated, my chest heaving as I caught my breath back.
“Here,” he said. He patted the bed. “Lay down so I can give you a massage.”
“You don’t have to–” I immediately said, smiling at the thoughtfulness but he shook his head.
“I want to. Please?” he said, nearly begging in his voice.
Who was I to deny him? I giggled softly, shifting under the cover to pull my arms out, and rolled over onto my stomach.
Gio brushed the blanket down my shoulders, revealing my upper back to him and I laid my head on my arms, sighing contently as his hands dug into the knots on my back.
I moaned in delight as the months of stress were kneaded out of my muscles, and I melted into a pile of goo before him. My toes curled up as he hit on spot, gently pushing the tightness away with every rub.
I groaned, unable to stop the little noises coming out of my throat as he sent me straight to the clouds above with just his masterful hands.
His large and powerful hands slid from around my neck to my back, slowly taking his time as he massaged every part of me. I was practically liquid in his palms, just some putty for him to play with, and I was more than happy to lend him the reins.
Inch by inch, his hands slid down my back, rubbing along my sides and then further. My breath hitched, my eyes flying open as he lifted up the T-shirt I’d borrowed from him, running his hands along my ass.
He squeezed gently, and I moaned, throwing my head forward.
I heard him chuckle and irritatedly, I swung my neck around to try to spot him over my shoulder,
“Gio,” I warned, “what are you doing?”
“Just relax. I want to make you feel good tonight, carina.” He smirked, looking devilishly handsome in the moonlight as he leaned down, and something wet and solid licked right up against my panties, leaving a trail of wetness behind.
I gasped, gripping my hands into the pillows as he latched onto my cunt and began to tease me through the thin fabric. I could feel his tongue exploring me even with the small barrier.
“Gio,” I gasped, pushing hard against his mouth, and I felt the vibration as he chuckled into me. His fingers curled around the edge of my panties, pulling them down and I lifted up to help him until I was completely bare.
His fingers pushed against my folds, opening them up to expose me, and I squeaked at the sudden rush of cold.
“Hold on,” He grinned and then dove straight in.
I moaned, loudly as he latched onto my clit with his teeth, just enough pressure to drive me insane as his tongue swirled around the tip. He took his sweet time as he teased me, my core opening wide for him.
