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Olivia
I heard the splash. Scrambling up off the lounge sofa and running to the balcony, I looked over and saw three of Gio’s men hovering at the end of the yacht, looking down into the black water and I knew. Henry was gone. Forever.
Relief and an overwhelming feeling of freedom washed over me as my hands started to shake and I blinked back the tears. I was finally free.
A movement below the balcony caught my attention and I just managed to catch a glimpse of Gio’s black hair and shirtless, bloody body walking back inside. I turned and raced through the lounge and out into the extravagant lobby to the staircase. Was he hurt? Was he okay?
I frantically flew down the stairs to the ground floor and searched for him in every room. When I flung open the door to a small bathroom, I froze.
There was Giovanni, shirtless and leaning over a sink. His beautiful face, his toned chest, his muscular arms and his deadly hands; all covered in blood. My heart pounded in my chest as my first thought was that it was his. That he was hurt. But as his head turned and I locked eyes with his gorgeous mountain brown irises, I knew he was fine. It wasn’t his blood.
It should have scared me. It should have made me feel physically sick. But as we held each other’s gaze, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, all I felt was overwhelming need, desire and love. This was the true Giovanni in all his fucked-up glory, and I was here for it. For him.
“Liv…” his deep voice was laced with worry at me finding him like this and I knew I had to make him see. I accepted him in every form. I ran at him, jumping into his arms. Our lips connected and everything in me came alive with electricity. He was my addiction. He was everything. His callous hands clawed at my dress, ripping it off over my head as I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he slammed my back against the bathroom door. Our tongues were frantically fighting for more as our kiss became crazed and my hands gripped his hair aggressively. I felt him rip my knickers in half and skilfully undo his flies without breaking the passionate kiss. As soon as he pushed himself into me, I gasped into his mouth, digging my nails into his shoulders as he started to move in and out, massaging every inch of me with his length. His dark eyes burned into mine as our foreheads touched and his thrusts became more possessive and demanding as he squeezed my ass in his hands.
I was crying out his name within minutes as he growled out his orgasm. Without saying a word or putting me down, he walked us over to the shower, his dick still inside me and turned on the scalding water. As he submerged us under the downfall, all the blood washing away from our bodies as it ran down the drain, he kissed me again. Slow and sweet. Loving.
“It’s over bambola. And now they will all know.”
I stared down into his eyes as he looked up at me with admiration and love.
“Know what?” I whispered.
“That Giovanni Buccini in love is as deadly as they come.”
I claimed his lips once again as we got lost in each other for the second time. But this time, it was a promise. A promise to a new beginning. A promise of a life as one. Just him and I.
So Much Better
Olivia
Two months later……
“Ican’t believe that you have never tried a Maraschino! You live in Italy Liv, it’s criminal!” Gigi laughed at me as I took a sip of her cherry-flavoured cocktail and winced at the sweetness.
“Hmm too sweet for me. I think I’ll stick to the Godfather,” I smirked, stirring my own cocktail with the straw.
“I bet you will,” she winked and giggled. After some serious discussions, Giovanni allowed me to tell Giulia and Millie who he really was. They had to sign an oath and I had to ensure they really knew how serious it was that they didn’t gossip around town, but I trusted them both entirely. It felt so nice to have friends that I could speak to about my life now. I had Cami and Elle of course but they were born into this life, and I was still adjusting and learning the ropes.
“How is Cecilia doing?” Gigi asked as I leaned back in my chair, basking in the last of the afternoon sunlight from the quaint courtyard bar in the Piazza.
“Better. She is home now and taking everything a day at a time. She is spending all her time with Sani and Raya around the house which is so nice to see.”
“Glad to hear it. That woman deserves some peace,” she sighed and I nodded my head.
“So how is Viking?” I wriggled my eyebrows and she huffed loudly.
“Back in Oz. But we have arranged for me to fly out for a trip in a couple of weeks’ time, so we’ll see. Talking of trips.” She sat up straight in her chair and peered over my shoulder. “I think there is someone here who has come to visit,” she grinned.
I turned in my chair and my eyes widened when I saw the bouncing brown hair and beaming face of my beautiful best friend jogging towards us.
“Millie!” I screamed in disbelief as I flung myself out of the chair and charged towards her. We crashed into each other and laughed when we banged heads. She squeezed me so tightly as the tears of happiness flowed down my cheeks. We had spoken nearly every day since Henry’s death and after Gio agreed to let me tell her what had happened and who he was, she had been saying she would come and visit as soon as she could get time off work. But this was still a surprise.
“Oh my god! What are you doing here? Is this real? How are you here?” I mumbled through my shock and giddiness. She chuckled as she pulled out of my embrace and looked at me.
“Well, your boyfriend is a pretty demanding man and when he sends you a private jet with the order to get on it for an all-expenses paid trip to Italy to come and see your best friend, how can you say no?”
My eyes bulged and my heart fluttered. “Gio did this?”
