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Carmine, the club’s manager, arrives and sits at the table. "Buonasera, Don Conte."
"I need you to be extra alert. At least from now until the weekend. My bride-to-be's brother may come or send some of his men to try and take what's now mine. Bruno here will give you photos."
Carmen bows his head. "Of course." Behind him, Electra's brows furrow, a mixture of shock and anger, but I ignore it.
"I'm asking all the clubs to be extra vigilant, but I also want you all to talk together. It's possible they'll take a divide and conquer approach."
"We'll keep an eye out." Carmine takes the photos I have of Niko, Donovan, Lucy, and Liam, along with a few other of his men.
"Grazie, Carmine."
Recognizing I've dismissed him, he stands, ready to return to work.
"Take Electra with you,” I order.
He grips her upper arm and tugs her away. She’s smart enough not to argue.
"Speak of the fucking devil," Bruno says, nodding toward the bar.
I turn to see Gino, his eyes on Electra and his hand snaking down to his groin.
I down my drink. "If there's anybody that can give Gino a deadly stroke, it will be Electra sucking his cock.” She really is good at it, but Aria… God, when her lips wrapped around my dick, I was the one nearly stroking out.
I rise and make my way to the door to call it a night. I ask my driver to take me to my apartment in town, leaving Bruno to go to his place.
Once home, I take my clothes off and lie in bed, doing my damnedest to resist the urge to call Aria. For one, it's late, and she's probably still adjusting to the time change. But two, I can't give in to these urges to want to hear her voice.
But the image of her sucking me off. Of how her ass looked as I fucked her today… that urge can’t be brushed off. I really thought that once she arrived, I wouldn't need to deal with such things. But my dick has other ideas.
I push the sheets down, exposing my naked body. I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking fast and then slow. I think about her, not just sexually, but how she’s going to be mine. I have no doubt she’ll choose me.
Thinking of the power that she and I are going to wield together excites me until my cum shoots like a fountain onto my chest.
After a quick shower, I climb back into bed, placing my hands behind my head and smiling. Is it an American saying about the world being my oyster? It’s definitely mine, and Aria is my pearl.
12
ARIA
Idon’t sleep well. The conversation I had with Luca before he left and my current situation play over and over again in my mind. My decision to stay has been made, but it isn’t like I have good choices to choose from. When I wake up this morning, I wonder if there is a third option.
As Roberta opens my curtains to greet the day, a part of me wants to stay in bed because what is there for me to do? I'm supposed to be getting a wedding dress, but to be honest, I'm not excited about the life it appears I’ll have here.
I suppose I've set myself up for this disappointment, carrying on with fantasies of true love. Luca went to all this work to get me here. He even moved me into his bedroom. But he's been gone more than he's been here. The only time he spends with me is to have sex. Is that all he wants from me?
I'm really confused. On the one hand, he says he cares for me and wants to marry me, albeit only to appease Niko, but then he seems disinterested in me except for sex.
I drag myself from bed, showering and getting dressed. I make my way downstairs to the dining room, where cappuccino waits along with a buffet of breakfast pastries.
I've just sat down to eat when Bianca sweeps into the room. "Ciao, Amica. We’re going shopping today for a wedding dress. You have to show me your ring." She sits down next to me and takes my hand. She frowns when she sees the unadorned ring finger and looks up into my face.
I shrug. "No ring."
She sits back, her eyes narrowing. "Is there a baby?"
I shake my head. Granted, Luca hasn't used any protection, but I've been on the pill for many years simply because I like the convenience of knowing when my period is coming every month.
She studies me for a moment. "He must've asked you in the spur of the moment, in the heat of passion, right?"
