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Elio wasn’t my first, but he was by far the sweetest lover I’d ever had. It was clear in the way he watched me to gauge my reactions that he was far more focused on my pleasure than he was on his own. He made it so easy to be with him, I found myself craving his touch constantly.
I knew he was getting close to release when he moved his hand from my hip to my core, circling his finger gently around my clit, then moving it faster and faster until I was damn near seeing stars. I arched my back to give him better access, and he dropped his head down to take my nipple in his mouth once more. Within seconds, I was shouting his name as we orgasmed together, his mouth still pressed tight against me.
We laid for a while in each other’s arms, neither wanting to move apart. Too soon, he pulled away from me to go clean himself up. When he came back, he held one of his T-shirts in his hands.
“I thought you might prefer to sleep in this over that scrap of fabric you were wearing,” he laughed.
I smiled and nodded, too tired for words. He walked over and helped me pull the shirt on. It hung to my thighs and smelled like him. I knew I would be stealing it for myself.
“I like you in my clothes,” he said, a note of possessiveness in his voice.
We fell asleep curled together in his bed, his arm laid casually across my waist. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had in a long time.
I woke up with a pleasant soreness between my legs and Elio snoring lightly against the back of my neck. Sometime in the night he had pulled me tighter against his chest so that nearly every inch of me was pressed against him. I rolled over and snuggled into his chest, enjoying the intimacy of waking up with him in the morning.
“Hey, you,” he said, sleep making his voice gravelly.
“Hey,” I said quietly, keeping my face tucked against his chest so that I could soak up his warmth.
He rubbed his hands along my back, then rolled us both so that I was laying on top of him. I giggled as he shamelessly squeezed my naked thighs. I loved this playful side of him, it was a side that I felt like I was only now beginning to see more often. If I was being honest with myself, I would have had to admit that I wanted to see every side of him more often.
“Elio, what are we doing here?” I asked before I could lose the nerve.
I steeled myself for his answer, terrified that he would say we were just having fun. His smile faded slightly as he considered my question, but he kept his hands on me. I tried to relax into his touch, but I was too anxious to hear what he had to say.
“I’ll be honest, Cat, I never expected this. I mean, we have a pretty complicated history. But spending more time with you… it’s been amazing. It’s been more than amazing. It’s been the best thing that ever happened to me. I never knew what I was missing until you came back into my life. I think we have something really special between us, and I think it’s real.”
Warmth pooled in my chest at his words. He moved his hands from my thighs to my cheeks, holding me so that we were staring into each other’s eyes.
“So, what are we?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed.
“I mean, I hate the word boyfriend, but I guess I’m your boyfriend?” he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I was elated. It was exactly what I wanted to hear from him. I leaned down to kiss him, forgetting the fact that I was currently straddling him with absolutely nothing separating us other than his boxers. I didn’t forget for long, and neither did Elio. He groaned as I moved against him.
Just as he was about to take his shirt off me, his phone went off. He reached over to check the name and muttered, “Fuck. It’s Alessandro,” before gently moving me off him.
I stayed in his bed, but paid attention to the conversation.
“The warehouse was burned down? Shit,” Elio said.
He looked at me with concern as he listened to Alessandro. I strained my ears trying to hear the other side of the conversation, but something about the way Elio was holding his hand over his phone made me feel like he distinctly did not want me to hear the whole conversation.
“I agree, it feels like some kind of message,” Elio said. “Yeah, I’m on my way now. We need to discuss this in person.”
He hung up, looking at me with a guilty expression. All I felt was confusion. Why would someone burn down one of Elio’s warehouses to send him a message? A message about what? Was it a real estate competitor or something? Burning buildings down seemed pretty damn extreme.
“Why does he think it’s a message?” I asked Elio as he started pulling clothes on. “What message would someone be trying to send?”
He turned away from me as he got dressed, and I got the distinct feeling that he was avoiding telling me the truth for some reason.
“I’m so sorry, baby, but I have to get going,” he said. “I’ve got to talk to Alessandro about this. It’s really important. I hate to run out on you like this, but I’ll be back if you just want to hang out here this morning.” His words came out in a rush.
“Wait, what’s going on?” I asked, starting to get frustrated with his avoidance of my questions.
“I can’t talk about it right now. I’m sorry, please understand. If I could tell you everything right now, I would.”
I nodded, biting my tongue. My first instinct when it came to him was to start fighting, but I really wanted to give this new chapter between us a chance, and I had a feeling that if I reverted back to my old habits now, it would scare Elio off.
“Thanks for understanding, Cat, seriously,” he said as he finished getting dressed. He landed a kiss on my forehead before leaving me with nothing but questions.
There had to be something I wasn’t understanding. The world of real estate definitely wasn’t competitive enough for people to start burning down each other’s properties. What in the world was Elio not telling me?
And how could I figure it out?
*Elio*
I had driven to the meeting place that Alessandro had given me in a rush, my mind running a million miles an hour as I considered what the implications of the warehouse fire were.
“Hey man,” I said as I walked up to Alessandro.
We were meeting in a busy coffee shop, which I had learned from my father was the best way to meet and ensure you wouldn’t be overheard. Meeting somewhere private might feel safe, but it was always possible for a wiretap to be placed somewhere without you knowing. Meeting at random public places ensured that the only way we’d be listened to was if someone tried to listen in person, and at that point, we’d be better able to see them.
“Hey, how are you doing?” Alessandro asked.
“I could be better,” I said honestly.
Looking at him, he looked like he could be better too. When I sat down, I noticed the lines of stress in his face. When I was growing up, Alessandro had always been the cool, fun uncle, even though he wasn’t exactly my uncle.
The family always said I was a lot like him. I’d once overheard my parents talking about how different he was with me than he was with the rest of the people in his life, and I felt like I was now seeing that other side of him that they’d spoken of. It was obvious that he was all business right now, with absolutely no sign of the fun uncle I’d grown up with. The second I sat down, he leaned forward and began speaking in a low tone.
“Alright, this was definitely done on purpose. I have a guy who investigates fires and had him check it out for me. He said there’s no doubt in his mind this was a targeted attack. There was evidence of multiple ignition points, which just wouldn’t happen naturally.”
“What the fuck?” I said quietly. “Why would someone do this?”
“I know exactly who did it, and I know why.” He took a sip of his coffee, looking grim.
“Tell me everything. I’m tired of being kept in the dark,” I said.
He nodded. “I know exactly how that feels. Look, I know your parents don’t want you to get involved in this life, but you’re not a kid anymore and this is your decision. I want you to be fully informed on everything so you don’t go in blind. If you want to back out, now is the time to tell me. Once I get you more involved, there’s no turning back.”
It wasn’t a question for me. I wanted this. I wanted to be a part of the family business, and I was tired of being left out of it like some defenseless kid. With everything that was happening between Cat and me, it was now or never. If I had any hope of becoming a part of the mafia, I needed to do it now.
“I want this. Tell me everything,” I said firmly.
Alessandro nodded and sat down his coffee, gesturing to me to lean in farther.
“It all starts with the son of a bitch who killed Caterina’s dad, Vinny. He’s a scumbag named Antonio who thinks that he can do whatever he wants. After he killed Vinny, we spent years looking for him, but we never could get a hold of him. He’s now managed to start his own family. I don’t know who the fuck would want to follow him willingly because the guy is fucking ruthless, but he’s even managed to convince a few of our own to betray us and get with him.”
He paused for a moment and continued. “He didn’t know about our deal with the Russians, so he started trying to get an in with them, but he pretty quickly figured out that they were with us and started targeting them too. Even with their family and ours fighting him on both sides, he managed to get enough followers to gain power. At this point he’s older, but he’s still fucking dangerous.”
“Damn, you really think he’s here now?”
“There’s not a doubt in my mind. Somehow he must have figured out our plans to expand, and he wanted to come here and try to destroy everything. I can’t emphasize enough how dangerous he is. He doesn’t give a fuck if someone is a part of this or not. He targets everyone. I know for a fact some of the people who work for him only do it because he threatened their families.” He paused and took a sip, thinking about what to say next.