Well, fuck me.
“Dante.”
His name breaks the trance and he looks at me like he is about to say something that will throw my world off kilter but his phone buzzes and he flinches like he realized that he is the heir to a world where people die if he doesn’t answer his phone.
And yet he lets it keep going, looking at me.
“Should you get that?”
He groans when it buzzes again, the look on his face apologetic as he stands, his cock hard between his legs as he shifts over to the phone, answering it and moving to the other end of the room we’re sharing.
We’re not married yet so we still get to keep secrets from each other.
Secrets about whatever messes we managed to get into and secrets about how both of us are in love with the other person.
This was not the morning I needed and I feel my stomach turn for the first time as I stood up heading into the bathroom without looking back at Dante but making sure I locked the door behind me to give me some sense of space from him.
He has no problem kicking down doors but some part of me hopes that he can give me this.
This morning I’m going to cry in the shower and let myself have a pity party before I get myself together and be the strength for my group of friends before we go and make deals with the Cartel.
Deals that I’m not sure any of us want to make but the sacrifice has already been talked about.
Men all want the same thing.
Control and pussy.
Which is something me and my friends have in abundance.
35ILARIA
Dante has been trying to be a good sport all day but his face was revealing his annoyance as the day went on.
After I came out of the bathroom this morning showered and dressed up in a barely there silk shift dress, the leather jacket with his name over it to complete the look. He had gotten dressed in a knitted polo, black dress pants and loafers, we looked ready to take on the world together.
We shared a breakfast , just the two of us on the balcony, holding hands and exchanging kisses that were soft and chaste after the heat of the morning.
This fear of two children who had grown up following their parents rules and coming so close to breaking them all.
He kept saying he had a bunch of gifts for me and the first one was a pair of teardrop dangling Cartier earrings that made my jaw ache with how it dropped open at the diamonds. But Dante was rubbing his fingers, gently taking out my gold hoops and replacing them with the jewels he bought me.
It was possessive and I loved how he showed his feelings for me by marking me, much like I had done with the watch I gave him.
And then I got greedy.
I knew that we were meeting the Cartel that night and we were going to ditch the boys but some part of me wanted to have Dante today just to myself.
The shopping trip and spa that the girls had planned didn’t work for me and this overwhelming just desire to be with him made me dizzy.
So I asked him if we could spend the day together, just him and I. Something I was sure Becca and Sammie would try to kill me for later since we had a plan and they were the ones with a lot riding on all of this.
But I wanted to be selfish.
I wanted to just have Dante and me be in this bubble.
And he agreed so he must have felt the same sort of mania for me.
We snuck out, my friends giving me a look like they knew I was being reckless with loving him but I couldn’t rein in it. I couldn’t stop myself from being crazy for him.
We rented a car, a cute convertible and drove into the desert, just listening to music and holding hands. Stopping at a small dinner and getting milkshakes that we tasted on each other’s lips as we kissed each other like we both were sorry for something that hadn’t yet happened.
It was heartbreaking.
And then we were meeting everyone back at the hotel, changing for dinner and letting the air suddenly change between us, thick with tension and this heavy feeling as we traded time in the shower, washing the dust of the desert from our skin.
Tonight I was going to a meeting with the Cartel at a sex club.
That meant that underneath the red dress I was wearing to dinner tonight I had slid on a lace red bustier, a garter situation squeezed my thighs and I knew that I looked like I was ready to seduce any man who had an interest. In my clutch was a red lace mask to give me a sense of anonymity even though I knew that would all be blown.
For a second I stop and wonder what the fuck I am doing.
In our world the men make all the plays and the women are the ones who smile and look pretty. But tonight not only am I dragging my friends into the hell I was born and raised in but I’m making deals that Dante is going to have to live with. That my father will find out about.
They might not know the details but they’ll see the changes and I won’t be able to hide from all of this.
And Becca.
