She shared her music with me.“It was beautiful.” Embarrassed, she clears her throat, so I take her hand in mine. "I mean it. You amaze me."
Affection shines in her eyes. “You were a surprisingly good patient. Maybe you’ll get a lollipop.”
“Why do you say surprisingly?” I ask, pretending to be offended. She giggles, the sweetest sound in the world after her singing voice, and I turn to pull her into my lap so that she’s straddling me. Her pretty pink pussy and her lovely tits soon have my mouth watering. “I know a treat I want more than candy.” Softening in my hold, she melts against me, allowing me a taste of her mouth. God, I needed this, missed having her this way. “Frankie…” I beg.
She shifts forward onto her knees, hovering over me, careful not to put pressure on my wounded shoulder. I give my cock a few strokes and then wait for her to sink downward. We moan as one at the stretch and squeeze, so fucking good. Her lips move against mine as she rocks her hips. My hands lift her body to meet my thrusts. Her breath hitches when I dip down to suck on her tits, swirling my tongue around the tight buds. She moves faster, harder, slamming down to take me in as she chases her release. When her climax washes over her, I come, too, letting the last of my demons drain away as I fill her.
A precious handful of seconds, my mind is blissfully blank as the echoes of pleasure outweigh the pain.
“Okay, time to talk,” she announces, slowly easing off me. I groan about the sudden lack of warm pussy around my dick, making her laugh but not deterring my little interrogator. “Aurora told us the significance of Red Hook.”
“Aurora would know,” I murmur, remembering the first time I met the girl before she was Faro’s wife. “When did she tell you about this?”
“Earlier. Before Harper arrived,” she quickly answers.
“Hmm.” I’m not sure what to say about the classmate being here except I didn’t like it. That meddling bitch helped her escape Faro’s watch at the park that day.
Francesca clings to me as I stand, trusting me not to drop her. I lay her down on the mattress and climb in beside her, covering us with the blanket and dimming the lights. She instantly snuggles up against me, inhaling deeply and contentedly before tucking her head under my chin. Her fingers trail through my chest hair. Fucking sweet and all mine. “What happened?” she prompts.
“Tonight, I had to send a message to our men about a decision I made.”
“The decision to marry me.”
"Yes."
“Did your father attend the meeting, too?”
“No, he knew I needed to show force and worried his presence would’ve diminished my authority.”
“You'll make an excellent Don. It makes sense he'd let you handle tonight.”
I smile, basking in her support. “I called our men to a meeting, reiterated the words I said after I cut Roberto last night. A few spoke up about their concerns regarding your father.”
“They hate me.”
“They hatehim. The ones who spoke respectfully, I gave them the opportunity to speak their mind. In the end, they will follow my decision. One didn’t speak with respect though.”
“He insulted you,” she says, quietly, her fingers curling into my bicep.
“No, he insulted you which is far worse.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing he’ll repeat after I removed his tongue.”
She jerks back, her eyes wide with shock. Irish whore – the last words he ever uttered. I suppose she wouldn’t appreciate knowing how good it felt to storm down the line of men until I wrapped my hands around his throat. The hot, sticky feeling of blood and saliva covering my hands as he gurgled and choked to death. No, that’s not something I’ll describe to her. She has enough nightmares to haunt her sleep. I won’t add to them.
“I apologize if I’ve said too much,mia moglie,but I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you,” I finish gently, as if there’s anything gentle inside of me.
“You’re more open with me than I expected.” I nod, and she considers her next words before asking, “Did you ever plan to discuss things like this with your wife before we married?”
I shake my head. “If I had married Sofia or any other woman, I can’t imagine a time I would be so open about business, especially the darker parts. You seem to draw words out of me even when I’m trying to punish you for making me feel things.”
“What things do you feel?”
I draw her hand up to my heart, covering the tattoo there. “I feel you. Right here.” I kiss her brow and her eyes shine brightly before she cuddles up close again.
“Is that when Roberto’s son stabbed you?”
