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“Oh.”
“And you’re about to make me come.”
My back arcs. My toes and fingers curl and clench. My throat tightens as shudders and sparkles of sensation spring through me.
“Deep in your throat.”
“Oh. Fuck. Fuck.”
A wave gathers, turning like a whirlpool, lifting. Rising. Holds.
Suspended.
My cheeks are hot. My neck and chest redden. I’m slippery wet and my head rolls back.
“I love you, Lucia.”
Being apart from him is so hard when he says my name like that.
When we’re together, that’’s when I look into his eyes and I see all the possibilities, everything we can be, all that we can have. Of the three men, Alessio is always the hardest for me to reach, but once we’re connected, the bonds with him are the tightest. The hardest to break.
His voice, his rasping groans in my ear set me up, trembling and on the edge.
Crashing, splashing, blasting, a tsunami rocks through me. Shakes me from my core.
I shout his name.“Alessio!”
Oh, I wish so much that he was here.
Ripples of delicious, quivering sensation lift me and catapult me, turning and rolling. I’m clenched around a cushion. Shaking. Aftershock tremors roll an tumble through me.
For what seems like a long time, and no time at all, we lie together, far apart, in an almost comfortable silence. Nearly touching, so far apart.
I hear the rise and fall of his chest in the soft sheets and the air that brushes through his lips, and he listens to the sounds of my breathing as I’m curled, clenched around a cushion. The pillow is wet, but I don’t care.
Not yet.
Before we hang up, I tell him, “Hold on, Alessio. Hold on to us.” I can’t tell whether he’s even remotely conscious, but I sill feel I need to tell him, “Hold tight. Don’t let go.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I’m nervous about the meting with Don Pucci and unsure of myself. that made me decide to put on as much armor as I could. My usual ten minutes in front of the mirror was at least doubled while I buffed, preened and primped. I made myself up to a high gloss, then decided it was totally over the top and took it all off again.
Wearing the simplest no-makeup look I could manage, in a loose black tailored blazer and cream shirt with a high collar, I put on only a liquid gold chain that flows over my collarbone and gold and lapis cufflinks and some of my favorite rings.
I nestle deep in soft black leather in the far back of the limo. The long, sleek beast slices through traffic like a long sword with, Mikey at the helm.
I think of how everyone else drives around in big vans, SUV’s and MPV’s, and I start to wonder if it’s time for us to be updating our fleet, riding something more in keeping with the times.
One fast sweep, one ride through the center of town with Mikey at the helm and I’m reminded, whatever else, that I’m in good, safe hands. The limos haven’t outlived their usefulness. Not yet. A limo says stability. Tradition. We’ve been here a long time. More to the point, I am here to stay.
This is me. This is the F-Word. Our family is getting recognition now. At long last, I’m getting seen, and I’m getting recognition as the power in this family. The fact that Don Pucci called me direct is proof of that.
Time was, not so long ago, anybody had business with the family, they would try to deal with one of the men. It took a while before word got round, if there was something you wanted done, something that needed an agreement or a decision, it was going to go through me. Sooner or later.
It took time to get here, and there are still hold-outs, but most people learned.
I was born into the Life. Nothing I can do about that. I can either live the Life and walk the walk, come what may, or I can show weakness. Then my own life would be numbered in days at best.
