I gasp and then bite my lip, getting one last good look at his ridiculously sexy body before scurrying off to my room.
Chapter 7
Matteo
She’s all I think about. The taste of her lips, her silky-smooth pussy, her breathy moans and cries of pleasure. And Jesus, those tits. I’m going to fuck them. Slide my cock in between her breasts while she pushes them up for me and sucks my fat fucking cock.
I grunt and adjust myself in the backseat of my car like a pervert. Luckily the only person in the vehicle is my driver, Tony. Even without the privacy screen, he’s paid well to not see or hear anything that happens in here.
It's been too damn long since I've seen Darlene or been in her presence. The morning after I brought her to a trembling orgasm, again and again, I hopped on a plane to New York. I had my men dig deep into Stefano's past and his connections. Something wasn't adding up about his behavior and unknowns are deadly in my world.
I found out Stefano owes the Gambino family a fuck ton of money. How the hell the head of the Ricci crime family got into debt, especially with a family in New York, is beyond me. However, the deal he made with them is that he would secure a trade route on the shores of Chicago. Like I said, Lake Michigan feeds into Lake Huron, which lies on the Canadian border.
I know all of this, of course, and I fought long and hard to secure the waterfront territories. Most of those properties are being used to run drugs across the border, but the little ship yard has never been much use to me. So, when Stefano and his men approached me about utilizing the land and splitting the profits, it seemed like a mutually beneficial agreement.
However, after calling in a few favors and securing a meeting with the second in command in the Gambino family, I learned Stefano was planning to use the newly acquired trade route for human trafficking. Not only is that absolutely despicable, and one of the first lines of revenue I shut down when I took over the Moscatelli’s, but the weaselly fucker was going to do it right under my nose and stiff me on the money. I certainly wouldn’t have taken it knowing its origins, but I would have shut that shit down with a bullet to the back of his head. It also makes sense why he wanted to bargain for more property since it would mean his debts would be paid off quicker.
No wonder he’s been so paranoid about spies and moles. We all are in this line of work, but even more so when you know you’re fucking with another family that could very well wage war and end your reign.
I plan on doing exactly that to Stefano, but all in good time. For now, I have the upper hand. Brute force and a cold, dead heart will get you far in the underworld, but the most powerful weapon is information.
What Stefano doesn't know is that I secured a deal with the Gambino’s myself. I took human trafficking off the table, but I cut them a larger portion of the profits than what I offered Stefano. I could just refuse Stefano’s offer the next time we meet to discuss things, but I know he wouldn’t drop it. I know the Gambino’s wouldn’t drop it either, now that they know such a deal is possible. Plus, now I have powerful allies in far-reaching places. More resources. More money. More power.
The whole thing is a huge win for us, but I’m not feeling the same high I would normally feel after something like this. Instead, I feel restless. The sense of accomplishment and pride isn’t there. Not like it used to be.
Getting Darlene to cream all over my tongue, however, filled me with inexplicable pride. I don’t know how many times her cunt flooded my mouth with her release, but every single time I felt like beating my fucking chest and roaring out my deep satisfaction at pleasing my woman.
Shit.
That’s not the first time I’ve thought of Darlene as my woman these last few days, but I can’t seem to stop. Each time the idea rolls around in my head, I feel it sink a little deeper into my being, filling the empty spaces inside of me and healing wounds I didn’t even know I had.
The car jolts to a stop in the garage underneath my mansion, and I feel a knot in my chest loosen knowing I’m that much closer to my angel. She brings me a peace I didn’t know I was missing, even when we’re not face to face. Just her lingering presence around my home puts me at ease.
I thank Tony, who gives me a weird look. I suppose I’ve never thanked him before. Another thing Darlene is changing about me. It’s almost two in the morning by the time I finally walk inside. I want to charge into Darlene’s room, pry her legs open, and finally, fucking finally, sink my angry, throbbing, rock-hard cock inside of her. But that will have to wait for now. She deserves better than my depraved urges, at least for our first time together.
Instead of ripping into my perfect angel’s pussy, I decide to grab a late-night snack. I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t pasta. I’m a full-blooded Italian, which means eating gratuitous amounts of carbs, sauce, and cheese is ingrained into my DNA, but a man has to have a vegetable or a piece of fruit every once in a while.
I shuffle my way into the main kitchen and flip on the light, only to see a familiar red robe wrapped around the deliciously curvy body of my angel. Suddenly, I’m hungry for a different kind of snack.
She’s hunched over on the ground, picking something up when she gasps and looks over her shoulder. I can feel her small smile deep inside of me, warming me up and settling in my chest. I close the distance between us in four long strides.
It’s only when I’m right next to her that I see why she’s crouched on the floor. A mug lies in shards around her delicate little feet, and she’s trying to clean it up with her bare hands. Not only that, but when she looks up at me, her face is pale, her normally brilliant eyes are dim and sunken in. She’s trembling slightly and she looks like she’s having a hard time focusing.
All lustful thoughts are replaced with gut-wrenching worry.
“Sorry,” she whispers, resuming her task of picking up the jagged ceramic remnants of the mug.
I take her hands in mine, stopping her motion. Carefully turning them over, I inspect her soft skin for cuts, satisfied when I don’t find any. “What happened?” I ask softly, much more softly than I thought I was capable of.
“I-I wasn’t feeling too good,” she exhales, sounding winded and tired just from that small explanation. “So I came down to grab some tea. I don’t know…I can’t…” She sucks in a breath before continuing. “I was standing here one second, and then the next I was waking up on the floor.”
I pull her up from her seated position and guide her over to the kitchen table. She leans against me, and I have no doubt if I weren’t holding her up, she’d fall right over again. I sit in one of the chairs and pull Darlene down onto my lap. She doesn’t hesitate to curl up against me, tucking her face into the side of my neck.
I can feel the heat radiating off her body, but not in a sexy way. In a dangerous way. She’s burning up with a high fever. So high she must have fainted. I don’t want to scare her though, so I rub little circles over her back, hoping to calm her down.
“Let’s get you to bed, tesoro,” I murmur.
“B-but the mess…”
“Doesn’t matter. Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”
“I think I’d like that.”