“Luca. Do you plan on ever telling Alfie about who he is?”
My brother shook his head, “He can’t ever know B. Give me your word you won’t say anything.”
“Why can’t he know?”
“Imagine growing up in a foster home with no one to adopt you and feeling unwanted and abandoned, only to learn later in life that you are the bloodline to the DeCarlo Family. The anger, hate, and loathing would turn him against us. I rather have him around as one of my men. Keep him close without having to worry whether he will resent us.” Luca spoke as though he had the experience of going through something similar.
Emilio walked in, “Your car is out front. Everything is cleared.”
Luca nodded to him, “Make sure she gets home okay.”
Emilio and I were left in the room after Luca walked out.
“Married and widowed within three seconds,” I comment, “That’s a record.”
Emilio walked toward me, “Are you okay? You’ve been through a lot the last few days.”
“I think I’ll manage.” Holding my hands in front of me, “How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Look… calm. You just witnessed a man’s head blown off and an entire family burst into flames.”
He shrugged, “Just a regular day at the office.”
His comment made me laugh nervously.
“Ugh. I look a mess.” As though it would make a difference, I tug on my dress and smooth out my hair, trying to look put together.
“My dick’s never been so hard. Go home. Shower. Put some sexy lingerie on. I’ll meet you there once I get everything settled.”
My dreadful day was making a turn for the better.
Chapter 24
I was still in shock by the events of the day. The image played in my mind of Gabe’s head being busted open in front of me each time I closed my eyes sent shivers down my spine. None of the men there seemed to have flinched or found it as traumatizing. If something like that didn’t faze Emilio, it made me wonder what did. The rumors of his torture must be true, but how can someone who has always been so kind to me be so cruel?
Walking into my bathroom barefoot, the cold ceramic tile floor kept me from replaying the gory image in my head. In the far corner, I had a hot tub that could easily fit four people. It was mostly there to give the bathroom a spa-like feel, but I’ve only used it twice. As I filled the hot tub with a cherry blossom scent bath bomb and warm water halfway, it was just enough to hit just under my boobs when I sat down in it. When Emilio calls, I tell him to let himself in and where to find me. Hearing him approach, I prop myself up in a seductive pose. When he finds me, a wicked smile crosses his face.
“Now that’s a good way to be greeted.”
He undresses as I watch him. This man had saved my ass countless times, and I hadn’t looked at him in any other way than just as my brother’s employee, but now, in front of me, he stood as my hero. Just not the typical hero. Instead of a cape, he wore a gun holster. With clothes on, he looked lethal, but as he undressed, I felt something I’d never felt before. Off came his shirt—his lean biceps covered in tattoos of various tribal elements andsymbols. My eyes looked down his chest, tight abdomen to his v-cut as he removed his pants and briefs. Emilio joins me but rather sits next to me. He sits across from me with his arms propped on the edges. We just stare at each other for a moment. My hair was down, the ends submerged in the water. I wait for his command. I’m his for the taking.
“Make your way over here,” he finally states.
I get to my feet so my full body is in view; seeing the spark in his eyes makes me bite my lower lip. Standing before him, he looks up, taking in the view. His hands are placed on my calves and glide up to my hips. Pulling me down onto his mouth, I grab his hair to help keep balance. The feel of his tongue inside me was intoxicating. He encouraged me to rock myself against him. The wet strands of hair pressed against my skin, and water dripped down my exposed body. The swirling of his tongue inside me made me grip his hair tighter. I began to breathe heavier, and after the first moan escaped my lips, Emilio pulled away. He pulls me down, spinning me around, making the water splash up. With eagerness, he grabs me by the pussy and guides his erection to my entrance. Once positioned, he pushed me down so that he was deep inside of me. The pressure as his cock charged through me had me gasp as I reached behind me to the edges of the jacuzzi. Emilio wasted no time gyrating my hips against him—his fingers digging into my sides with a ferocious grip. Water splashed everywhere. I was on the edge of an orgasm.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Emilio’s voice was husky and stern. “You don’t cum until I fucking say so.”
Unable to even speak words, I nod my head. But that wasn’t good enough; he wanted a verbal answer.
“Bethany,” he growled through his teeth, “Do you understand?”
I mumbledsomething.
Taking one hand, he wraps it around my neck. “Bethany!” he continued to move my hips aggressively. “Do you fucking understand!”
I muster any strength I have and let out a shout, “Yes! Yes! I fucking understand!”
