*Giovani*
I practically ran across the villa to my private offices, slamming the door behind . The strength it had taken to pull myself away from Olivia was more than I ever would have imagined I possessed. She was naked, pressed against , moaning as I touched her.
The mory of her skin burned in my brain, her young flesh eager against mine. I could still hear the way her breath caught and the sound of her pleasure.
And then she’d frozen on .
I looked down at the tent I was still pitching and groaned in frustration. It had been a long ti since I’d been with anyone, and maybe it was foolish to go after a woman so much younger. It would make more sense to go to a club and bring soone ho to release my frustration.
Yet, I was bound to this girl, unable to think of anyone else but her. How had my life changed so drastically in just a matter of a few days? I craved her flesh, ached for it, even though she was too young and immature for .
But she hadn’t seed young or immature when we spoke last night. She was insightful and bright, funny and charming. She answered every question with grace and didn’t mind prying into her past. She wanted to know everything about life here, to get a crash course on Italian living. And she clearly wanted as much as I wanted her.
Until she didn’t.
Porca puttana, damnit all. I could still sll her skin, the taste of her tongue still swirling around my mouth. Who was this girl to take such a hold of and make lose my mind in my own goddamn house? The only thing to do was put as much distance between us as I possibly could. Even if it killed to do it.
I walked over to my mini bar, pulling out a fine bottle of whiskey. It was aged well, made at a famous distillery in Ireland. I usually saved it for special occasions, but fottimi if I didn’t need the smooth liquor to dull my brain at that mont. Fuck hard.
I sat down in my chair and leaned back slightly, letting the warm liquid make its way into my system. My body relaxed, and I closed my eyes, trying to picture anything but the image of Olivia naked and under .
As much as I’d been fantasizing that mont since I’d laid eyes on her, I still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. It couldn’t be the last ti. It couldn’t end that way. One way or another, I was determined to make her mine, even if it took ti. Screw space. I would invade her senses the way she’d invaded mine until she was begging to take her to bed.
With that settled, I finished my drink and turned on my computer, needing to catch up on so work so today didn’t beco a total fucking waste. Three sharp raps at the door alerted of the presence of my right-hand man, Gabriele. It was his signature knock; I knew it by heart. I called for him to enter.
Gabriele was a few years younger than , a forrly scrappy thief from the streets of Paris. He was skilled, able to talk a fish into buying waterfront property, and once I t him and helped hone his gifts, he beca my most trusted colleague.
As he entered my office, I saw his face was grim. Whatever he’d co to tell , it wasn’t good news, and he didn’t want to deliver it.
“Gabriele, you look like your younger sister has stolen your spaghetti.”
“I do not enjoy spaghetti, and you know this,” he answered with a smirk. He crossed the room in his easy lope and slumped down in one of the armchairs. “And I’m sorry to say that my sister is long dead. You’re a very inconsiderate man.”
“Inconsiderate, but generous,” I smirked back.
This was our relationship, a constant back and forth of friendly insults and threats. None of them were real, of course, but it helped us blow off steam between the monts of real insults and threats toward others.
“But, when you’re right, you’re right,” he finally conceded. “It’s not good news at all. There are rumblings in the neighborhood that the Zaytsevs have moved in.”
I spat at the ground and cursed, disgusted at the re ntion of their na. They were a dangerous Russian mafia that had slowly been making its way across Europe. I’d never liked the Russians; they were too brutal. What Italians could finesse; they stole by force. They always had to be the most intimidating bullies in the schoolyard.
Not in my town. I’d worked too hard to build our organization into what it was and was willing to crush my enemies when necessary. Other families knew we had the force and manpower, so they knew not to encroach on our territory.
These n, though... they did not care about territory. They saw only money and power, not caring about the rules we’d carefully put into place over the last few decades.
“Can you confirm this information is true, for certain?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. This day just kept getting better and better. I could already feel the beginning of a migraine. I’d have to ask Sofia to bring an espresso.
Gabriele shook his head.
“I have not seen them with my own eyes,” he said. “I would like to believe that ans it isn’t true, but either way you need to be aware. If they aren’t here yet, it’s clear they’re feeling out the area to spread roots.”
“Then we must poison the soil,” I tell him seriously. “Do what it takes to show our Russian friends that they are not welco in Florence. You must keep your ear to the ground, Gabriele.”
“I’m a Parisian street rat. I live with my ear to the ground,” he joked, but I didn’t find his attitude amusing. He’d brought this news at the worst possible ti, and without any real confirmation of its validity, I didn’t know how much ntal energy I should grant it.
“Seriously,” I said, my face set in a hard line. “You need to find out all you can. I need locations, tis, descriptions of their movent.”
“From what I understand now, it’s just one man who’s made the trek. He’s a scout, a pilot fish.”
“And where the pilot fish travel, a shark soon appears,” I said darkly. “You know my family’s history with the Zaytsev family. I will not allow any more bloodshed to take place here. So, as I said, send a clear ssage to our Russian friend, so he can go back and tell his shark boss to back off.”
Gabriele nodded and stood, ever the obedient soldier. I trusted him to take care of this swiftly. Still, the thought of the Zaytsevs in town caused more anxiety than I’d ever admit to my friend. It had been years since the nastiness had occurred, but I wouldn’t forget what they had put my family through. And I would not forgive.
Gabriele left, promising to update as soon as he could, and I was alone again with nothing but bitter thoughts and a pile of work I didn’t even want to look at now. Everything was tainted by the thought of those n.
And then there was Dahlia and Olivia to consider. They were my wards for the sumr, and probably into their first sester at uni. Dahlia had no idea about the nasty associations her father once held, and he would kill if any of this blew back on her, as if I had asked for this to happen.
And as much as I worried about her, my thoughts drifted back to beautiful Olivia, who was even more ignorant of who I was. Would she run from if she knew the things I’d done in the past to protect my assets? She’d already pushed away once, but there was every possibility she’d push away forever.
If she knew the truth, she’d probably catch the first plane to the states, change her na, and go into hiding. And that still wouldn’t be enough distance to make forget the creamy smoothness of her skin underneath my hands. She was so soft and delicate beneath my touch, like a rose petal just in bloom.
And her breasts... fuck . I would die with the mory of her perky tits engraved on my mind. I’d barely had ti to enjoy the look of them before they were pressed against , but I felt the way her nipples tightened under my touch. I’d wound her up, set her ablaze with my presence.
My pants tightened against my hardening cock, and I unbuttoned them, setting myself free of the prison they were in. Perhaps I wouldn’t know her touch on my cock, but I would live off the mory of our interaction and use it to fuel my lustful fantasies. I slid my hand up and down, imagining it was her perfect, plump lips.
In my mind, I saw her eyes, full of lust and wanting. I didn’t even have to imagine what that would look like, because I’d seen it so clearly in front of . I had burned the picture into my mory, making sure I would never forget her lust for . My lust for her was certainly going nowhere useful.
I pumped into my hand again, rembering the way my na fell from her lips. It had never sounded so sweet, never made my entire body lose control. She’d been so sweet, so new to everything. I wanted to explore every inch of her and find the secret spots that made her co undone.
My hand moved more quickly, bringing closer and closer to the needed edge. In my mind, her legs were wrapped around as they had been, but I was naked too, and I was inside of her. The wicked things this girl could do to in my imagination... I wondered if I’d ever have the chance to experience her again. I had to find a way.
There was too much going wrong. She had to be the one thing to go right. The sumr was long, stretching out before us like a treasure map. We could explore together, the world and each other, if only she would let in.
She retained her youthful innocence, untouched by the ugliness of the world, and I would hold it back from her forever if I had to. It was my new mission to show her only beauty and pleasure, so much that it would overwhelm her senses and make her knees weak.
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