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When I tell him what just happened, Mikey sounds alarmed, too.
“Thats not like him, Princess.”
“I know. that’s why I want you to get a look at him. Make certain he’s okay.” I hesitate. “I’ve got a bad feeling. No, that’’s putting it too strongly.”
“Don’t worry. Leave it to me, princess.” Mikey has known me since I was a toddler. He understands me. “I’ll go and find him.”
“Just make sure he’s safe and he’s not driving, Mikey.” Then, still hesitating, “Wait. Maybe I should go.”
“No, Princess. If there’s anything out of order going on, you shouldn’t get messed up in it. I’ll take some good men with me. We’ll make sure everything is fine and I’ll report back to you. Leave it with me, Princess. Get some sleep.”
Some chance.
Mikey will only call me if he absolutely has to. He ran things for Daddy, sometimes in very tight spots. I know that he can take care of whatever situation he finds. He’s more than capable and his squad are hand picked from the very best.
Now I’m not worried about Alessio’s safety, or about Mikey. I’m stressing over how Alessio was with me. This tension will drive me crazy. I’m not used to us talking like that, being that way with each other, and it hurts.
It’s nothing. I know it. It’s just a sting and it will pass soon enough. Feeling unsure or insecure with Alessio is a shock to my system, though.
I have to see him. I need to be with him. See his eyes. Feel his body. Feel his pulse as his need stirs. I want him inside me. To give me an injection of his raw passion. I need him to fill me. To use me up and wear me out.
Most of all, I need to know that nothing’s wrong. With him, or with us.
My head spins and reels, playing out all kinds of scenarios, all of them bad. Each one worse than the last. I simply can’t get off to sleep.
It’s late, but I’ve been rolling around for hours. The commotion in my head is not quietening down.
After the dealings in the club tonight, the mysterious meeting is coming up tomorrow with Pucci, and not to mention I still haven’t tracked down the elusive rat. Worst of all, I’m aching for my Alessio.
When power, the balance of power, or challenges to power are at issue, Alessio is my guide. He’s my rock.
Talking things through with him, even if he doesn’t have the answer straightaway, I can usually see clearly what I need to do. This new side to him is shaking all my foundations. If I don’t know where I stand with Alessio, then I don’t know where I stand at all.
I’ve slumbered and dozed but my hands keep wandering around my body. Tossing and turning, restless and anxious, every time I feel like I’m drifting off, I wake up hungry with need.
But the reason I’m missing him is now much simpler. As I drift to consciousness I find myself curled and scrunched tight around a silk pillow stuck between my thighs and it’s soaking wet.
The last few weeks I’ve spent a few nights at the house on my own and, I’m a big girl. I can cope. Only, sometimes the longing is too much. I think it happens anytime I feel friction or a rift opening between me and any of the others.
I would say it’s worst when it’s Alessio, but it’s really more that it hardly ever happens with Carlo or with Bruno.
Slick and covered in sweat, I feel like I’m brewing up a massive hangover. All night, all that I had to drink was one sip off the cognac in the club. I think I sniffed more of it than I drank.
My phone is by the bed on the nightstand. Snatching it up, I head for the kitchen. Looks like I’m giving up on sleep for now.
With a cold glass of lemonade, I curl up on the couch in the den. While I’m flicking absent-minded between streaming movies on the wall-sized screen , I call Alessio. He picks up after two rings, but his voice is thick. He sounds as deep asleep as I should be.
“Lucy.” He never calls me Lucy. I never let him. I don’t know why the sound of it makes me so crazy mad but it does. Usually. Now, I’m more preoccupied with how he is.
Now, he sounds helpless, like a captive bear that’s been drugged. Like a baby dragon. He must have had whole barrel-loads to drink. Either that or he was spiked.
“Are you okay, Alessio? Where are you?”
“I was going to go on to the Viper Lounge,” his voice is drowsy, but at least he’s clear. “But I just wanted to lie down. Mikey came to get me.”
“Did he drive you home?”
“No. He wanted to,” from the sound of his voice it’s like he’s snuggling under the covers with the phone. “I just had him take me to the Four Seasons downtown.”
