I haven’t seen her for the past few days, and my darkness craves her.Icrave her.
Tomorrow, Rosa and her father will arrive, but right now, I need to see the woman I’m obsessed with.
The light in my dark.
Chapter 10
Gina
There’saknockonmy bedroom door, and I set the book I was trying to read down on the bed. I say ‘trying’ to read because I’ve mostly just been staring at the pages, thinking of Tommaso.
Getting off the bed, I walk across the thick carpet and open the door to find Davide standing there. He’s been different since the episode in the kitchen, like he’s been assigned as my personal bodyguard. Is he doing that as per Tommaso’s order? And if so, why does Tommaso care?
The hot and cold way he acted the last time I saw him is more than a little confusing. And he hasn’t sought me out in the days since.
He stormed into my life, protecting me from my father when I had first arrived. The intoxicating way he pulled me in had me drowning in the ocean of his crystal-blue eyes. Then, the tumultuous turnabout with how he acted at Caffè Amore. And after that…nothing.
All he did before he left me was tell me to behave and that he’d see me soon.
And ‘I love you, Gina Caruso,’the naïve, hopeful part of me reminds.
Tommaso Santoro does not love me. He only said that in a flippant way. He didn’t mean it. I mean, how could he? We don’t even know each other.
And yet, he’s in my head constantly. In every waking moment. In my dreams.
My body has been awakened, and I’ve started touching myself, making my breath snag and my toes curl, not understanding how the hell I’ve been missing out on this. I’ve brought myself to orgasm multiple times in the past few days. Like my body realizes what we’ve been missing out on, and it wants to be touched constantly as impure fantasies of Tommaso run through my head.
My release wasn’t like what I’ve read about in the romance books I’m secretly reading, but that’s fiction, and this is real life, so I don’t expect it to be. But regardless, holy shit, girl, am I making up for lost ‘play’ time.
But right now, I push all impure thoughts of the dangerous, unfairly gorgeous Don that I’m an idiot to fantasize about and focus on Davide.
“Yes?” I ask, looking behind him but seeing no one else. Mom had gone to bed an hour ago, and my father is out doing whatever he needs to do to advance up the food chain in the Santoro organization.
Davide looks me over, not in the too-friendly way he had when I first arrived here, but as if he’s checking for something. He nods and says, “You might want to grab a jacket; it’s raining a bit.”
“Jacket?” I ask, confused. “Why? What’s going on?”
“I’m to take you to the gates.”
My heart starts galloping like wild horses have just been spooked and are running rampant. “Why?”
Please let it be because Tommaso is here.
But then dread sinks in. What if it’s Vincenzo?
He’s been a perfect gentleman—that’s not what makes me uncomfortable. It’s that my father insists I entertain him in a city I know nothing about, while Emanuele is busy doing ‘Don’ stuff. Vincenzo is Emanuele’s heir, the next in charge; surely, he has his own business and tasks to do in the meantime? I can’t imagine Tommaso just sitting around, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for his father to die, expecting to transition smoothly into leading.
And it begs the question, why are they still here? Are they planning on trying to take over Tommaso’s territory? Do they do that in the ‘Ndrangheta? I’m honestly not sure as it’s never been my place to know; plus, my father isn’t that high up in the hierarchy for me to know, accidental or otherwise.
But I wouldn’t put it past my father to bite the hand that feeds him if he thinks there’s a more beneficial offer on the table.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Tommaso said you’d—”
“Tommaso?” I interrupt.
Davide gives me a knowing smile. “Yes, Don Santoro is here.”
