“I love you, Grace,” Gio says, sucking in a breath and pounding harder and faster into me. His blue gaze pierces into me. “I love you so fucking much.”
His blunt fingernails dig into my hips as he thrusts his thick cock into me over and over. A cry of pleasure tears through my throat as every nerve ending in my body blazes with a pleasure so intense I can barely stand it.
His eyes never leave mine as he rides through my orgasm, once, twice, a third time, before slamming into me and cumming with me.
We both lay in bed, panting and sated, clinging to each other. I hold onto him, every inch of my skin that I can manage touching his, not wanting to let go. I don’t want him to leave me.
I’m afraid he’ll never come back.
Chapter 29
Gio
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I drive slowly up my father’s winding driveway, my mind completely focused on the task at hand. I know Grace is safe back at my safe house and nobody is going to come for her. Not a soul knows where it is. I don’t know why I trust the Rossis to keep their end of the bargain, but Toni doesn’t have any reason to go back on his word. And I know his niece has to mean something to him. She better. He’d be a fool not to want what’s best for her.
He’s the Don now, and as the Don he has to live up to some level of respect. If he goes back on the very first deal he made as Don, it would set a bad fucking precedent for the rest of his time in control.
I take a deep breath, getting my mind right. My father lives in a trailer at the end of a long dirt road. He bought several acres of land a few years ago and set up his trailer there, mirroring what I did on the opposite side of town. Except where I built a gorgeous house, he just kept his old shitty trailer and hoarded his cash.
Anger rules me, but I have to keep it at bay. My father betrayed me, went behind my back and nearly got me killed. Worse than that, he put Grace in danger. He gave her back to the man who made her life hell for all those years. Grace was forced to murder her own father and could have been put into an even worse position if she hadn’t. All because my father was stupid enough to think the Rossis would have him. His greed. He’s going to die because of it.
His time is over. He was strong for so long, and kept his shit together well. He built our business from the ground up all on his own. But now he’s finished.
He went too far. He’s my father and I’m supposed to love him, but I hate that piece of shit. I’ve always hated him, even as a little kid. We worked well together and he took care of me, taught me his trade, and made me the man I am today, but I despised him. Because of him, the darkness ruled my life, pushed me to do things I wouldn’t normally do.
But it doesn't rule me anymore. That much has become clear to me. The darkness is silent as I put the car in park and stare at the trailer. Part of me is afraid that it’s just biding its time, waiting for the perfect time to come back to the surface, but I can’t live my life assuming that will happen.
I have Grace now. I have my princess. Watching her in danger, knowing I couldn’t save her, it destroyed that part of me. It shattered its very existence. She’s the cure I’ve needed all my life. And I’ll never let her go. I know I need her, although I don’t know why. It has something to do with my desire to take care of her, to bathe her, feed her, clothe her, and to give her pleasure. I finally have a reason to exist outside of my own desires. I have someone else to satisfy now.
I pull up outside of his trailer and park just across from his door. His truck is in its usual spot to the right, so I know he’s home. I slowly climb out of the truck, a shotgun slung over my shoulder.
“Bruno,” I call out. “Come outside.”
There’s silence from the trailer. I can imagine what he’s thinking. He’s probably watching me, shocked, not sure what to do. He knows why I’m here, but I don’t know what he’s going to choose.
“Bruno,” I yell again. “Come face me. Come face the son you left for dead.”
Slowly, the front door opens. My father steps out, his boot heavy on the ground, his eyes haunted as he stares at me.
He’s visibly drunk. I bring the shotgun down into my hands and point it at his chest. He stumbles down off the bottom step wearing a beer-stained white wife beater and torn jeans. His eyes are red-rimmed and bleary as he steps toward me, his head cocked.
Fucking hell. He’s been on a bender, that’s for sure. Probably since the second I got taken. Maybe that should make me feel better, that my father does have some humanity left inside of him however buried, but it doesn’t. I don’t give a fuck about what’s left of this husk of a man I once looked up to.
“How?” he croaks.
“You underestimated me,” I say.
“No,” he whispers. “I didn’t.”
“You did. You left me for dead. You sold me to the Rossis. But unfortunately for you, the Rossis made a different deal.”
“Gio,” he says, stepping toward me. “My son. I never sold you out. Never.”
“Liar,” I say in a strong, even voice that doesn’t reflect what I’m feeling. Doubt is creeping in. I want to believe him, but I know he’s lying
“How could I do that?” he asks. “You’re my son, my flesh and blood. Please son, you have to believe me. I never would do that. Never.”
