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I pouted, my cheeks turning a bit red as the tiniest hint of shame washed over me. She was right. If she hadn’t done that, I was two seconds from grabbing his tie and fucking him right here and now.
Giovani chuckled. “Hello to you two beautiful ladies.”
“What do you want?” Dahlia asked, suspiciously.
He raised his hands in defense, a smirk on his plump kissable lips as he asked, “I just wanted to ask if you would both care to join me for dinner.”
Dahlia straightened in her seat, her eyes flashed excitedly at the thought of food. “Yes!” she agreed eagerly.
I wasn’t too far behind. I was starving, and since I couldn’t have Giovani right now, dinner was a good second best.
“I’d love to, dear sir.” I smiled playfully, and both of us stepped around the table to follow him. Giovani offered me his arm automatically as I approached, and my heart did that weird thumping thing it did whenever he was being a gentleman.
I took his arm gratefully, beaming as we followed Dahlia inside. Though she practically beelined for the kitchen, Giovani and I took our sweet time, enjoying one another’s company.
“Hey!” I heard Dahlia shout from the kitchen and as soon as we stepped inside, I found out why. The dinner table was completely empty, with not even a sign of food being cooked at all.
“Where’s the food?” Dahlia demanded, very annoyed.
Giovani smirked like he had been waiting for that reaction. Knowing him, he probably was. “We’re going out, actually,” he declared.
At that comment, both Dahlia and I looked at each other and then at our own attire. Both of us were dressed much too casually for any kind of restaurant he might drag us to. We’d get thrown out of a five-star restaurant with the way we looked.
I pulled my hair from the messy bun I had set it in, hoping that would help, but nope, that did nothing.
“Don’t we need to get changed then?” I asked, a bit panicked at the thought of being seen with him like this. I didn’t look terrible but not nearly good enough for one of the fancy restaurants he would take us to.
“Nope.” Giovani shook his head, smiling down at me as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You look gorgeous.”
“Uh… thanks, but there’s probably a dress code,” I frowned, determinedly.
“No time–the car’s already waiting. I promise, you both look fine,” Giovani didn’t give me another second to protest as he pulled me out of the kitchen and toward the front door at a bewildering pace.
I glanced at Dahlia as she followed behind us, looking just as baffled as I was. Finally, she shrugged, deciding to own her sweater dress and leggings.
I was a little bitter considering I was in my favorite hoodie and jeans. The thought of showing up to fine dining in this was like something from my nightmares, but I only sighed and shrugged back.
Oh, well–Giovani always had a plan, and I was sure this time was no different.
True to his word, the black sedan I was growing to associate him with was rumbling away in the front drive, and someone who wasn’t Gabriele was in the front seat.
“Alright, food!” Dahlia cheered, slipping into the car.
As I made my way to climb in beside her, Giovani held me back with a hand on my wrist and pulled me toward him. His hand was on my cheek and his lips on mine before I even knew what was happening.
I shut my eyes on instinct, kissing him back as he deepened it, and I could taste unfamiliar alcohol on his tongue, stronger than the sangria that Dahlia and I’d had. Finally, he pulled back, brushing the tips of his fingers down my cheek as he stared at me deep and heatedly.
“I love you,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too.” The words came out as easily as breathing did, and I was a bit shocked with myself at how instinctually it had been to respond.
“Now let’s get some food.” He chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. Before I could tell him he’d just indirectly kissed a butterfly, he whispered lowly into my ear, “I need you sober for what I want to do to you later.”
My breath hitched in my throat, my libido hitting me like a truck as he let go and didn’t spare another look at me as he rounded to the other side of the car.
My mouth flopped open and closed like a fish for a few seconds, wanting more of what I couldn’t have right now, but eventually, I bit my lip and slid into the car.
I glanced at Dahlia sitting in the middle between us, her doing a little wiggling dance as she chanted food under her breath. No doubt he’d separated us on purpose.
Patience had never been my strong suit. But it had been a long and stressful day, and I couldn’t wait to let that stress out in a healthy way–hopefully, one that resulted in me screaming his name all night long.
For now, though, I was going to enjoy my time with my best friend and my man.
*Olivia*
I stared silently out the window, daydreaming about what exactly Gio had planned for us later. Dahlia was apparently in a sugar rush from the sangria as she continued to bounce in her seat and mumble about food. When she accidentally elbowed me in the side, I decided I needed to distract her enough to get her to be still.
“Where are we going?” I asked Gio.
My plan worked. Dahlia stopped bouncing and turned to him, waiting to hear his response.
“Oh, you’ll see,” he smiled and leaned back, closing his eyes.
I couldn’t help it; worry flooded me as I saw just how tired he really was. He was amazing at putting up a front, but I could see now, in the way his face didn’t fully relax even with his head back and his eyes closed, that he was exhausted. I chewed on my lip and studied him for a moment longer before Dahlia dug her fingers into my side, causing me to yelp and jump away.
“No sad faces!” she declared.
“You are quite the dictator tonight,” I told her, but she was right. There was no point in dwelling on my worries right now; there was nothing I could do to change anything. Giovani wanted me here in Italy, and part of me being here with him meant that he was going to have to spend extra time thinking about my safety on top of all the other duties he had as the Don.
Finally, the car rolled to a stop in front of a little sandwich shop with small tables on the sidewalk out front. It was adorable, and I couldn’t wait to go inside. When I had imagined myself being a university student in Italy, this was the exact kind of spot where I had pictured eating lunch or grabbing a coffee while I studied. It was remarkable that in spite of everything, Gio somehow managed to give me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.
We had to wait in the car while the guards in the car behind us piled out. There were at least ten of them just following us, and I had no idea how many were staying in the shadows, keeping us safe from a distance. It felt absurd to walk around with more armed guards than the president of the United States, but Giovani had to constantly watch his back.
Once the guards had our car surrounded, we were able to hop out and walk into the shop. They followed us in a loose formation, staying far enough back to give us a semblance of privacy, but they never more than a few steps away.
The sandwich shop was just as I had hoped it would be. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air, and an older couple manned the counter. They spoke in quick Italian to each other, gesticulating wildly in a way that made it clear they had been together for a long time and hardly needed words to know what they meant.
Giovani stepped forward, and they both exclaimed over him, saying he looked too thin and hadn’t been coming by nearly often enough. I smiled as I realized that they must have known him since he was much younger.
It was rare for me to meet people who knew what he was like as a young man. He turned to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, encouraging me to step forward so they could get a good look at me.
“This is my love, Olivia,” he told them in Italian. His words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly.
“Olivia, this is Bianca and Francesco. They make the best paninis in the whole town. I’ve been coming here for years.”
“Not often enough these past few months, although I see what has distracted you!” Francesco said with a grin. I felt myself blush.
Dahlia stepped forward and introduced herself as Giovani’s cousin. I was surprised that she hadn’t been here before, but I wondered if Gio had kept this spot to himself on purpose. It was probably nice to be able to get away from it all sometimes. Even I could feel my stress melting away in the peaceful shop.
“We’ll make you your usual, Giovani,” Bianca said. “And it’s on the house. Do not even try to leave money!”
Gio laughed and said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
