Page 32 of The Mafia's Seamstress

Luca leaned over me, our mouths fusing against each other as he continued to rut into me. “Five minutes,” he said as his hand traced circles around my clit. I clenched around him as the familiar warm feeling shot through my body.

With a few strokes and flick of my clit I screamed Luca’s name as electricity sparked through me. Luca’s pace turned unhinged as he chased his orgasm and I smacked his thigh to urge him on.

“So fucking tight and p-perfect,” he groaned as my nails dug into his ass. I did my best to tilt my hips up, the angle changing to the point where Luca’s body dropped against mine. “Baby you’re choking me so good. Give me another,” he said, pressing a kiss to my breast. I nodded, too weak to argue.

Luca lifted up and held my waist off the counter as I twisted and pulled at my nipples. His pupils were blown wide enough I couldn’t quite see the blue. His blonde hair has fallen forward. Right now, with his cock thrusting inside of me and my legs wrapped around his waist he looked like a demented Italian god.

His finger swiped around my clit and his thrust turned hard and deep. I nodded back and forth pleading for more. It didn’t take much to make me cry out his name again and Luca groaned deep in his throat. He laid me back on the counter and pulled out slowly.

I was still a mess on the counter, trying to catch my breath when Luca cleaned me up. He ran a hand through his hand and adjusted his shirt. He looked as if he didn’t just have amazing sex while I was still half naked on my kitchen counter.

There was a soft click at my door and footsteps. I reached to yank my shirt down but Luca stopped me with a smirk.

Dante.

Dante stood in my living room and my eyes went back and forth between both men. His gray eyes traveled over my pussy that was still on display before glancing at his cousin with a smirk.

“How do you feel, Bella?” Dante asked. I blink slowly. My whole body is hot watching both of these men stare at me with hunger.

“Throughly fucked,” I managed to say. Dante nodded, placing a hand on his cousin’s shoulder.

“Good. Now let’s go. We have a meeting.”

I was pulling up to an extravagant house in the suburbs. Specifically in Costa territory. Luca and Dante told me we would be meeting with his men to discuss the break in. But anything concerning ‘the agreement’ was strictly for my avô to talk about. His men had spent the afternoon installing cameras in my shop which I was grateful for.

I was walking across shiny tile floors and being escorted into a room with a giant wooden table and chairs. The men sitting at the chairs eyed me. Some I recognized as customers and others I didn’t. But what was obvious was that I was not welcomed.

I walked in between Dante and Luca. I straighten my back, not giving the men a second to doubt me. Dante pulled a seat open near the front and offered me to sit. Luca sat across from me next to an older gentleman who had the same gray eyes as Dante. Dante himself, sat at the head of the table.

“Dante, why are we here?” a man asked. Dante glanced at the man who I assumed was his father before speaking.

“Silva's shop was broken into,” Dante stated. Someone let out a dry cough and my eyes trailed to find the culprit.

“And? Break-ins happen all the time,” someone said. I snorted. Everyone’s eyes turned to me.

“Who is she?” someone said with an annoyed tone. I swirled my chair to face an old man with a receding hairline.

“Lucia Maria Silva,” I stated firmly. There was no way in hell I was going to let any of them intimidate me. Whispers broke out around us.

“And what? You want us to catch the thieves who stole from your little shop?” someone said with a chuckle. I dug my fingers into my knees.

This is why I had a temper. Because men like them were a piece of shit. Men like them thought very little of women and didn’t realize the power we held. I pretended to pluck a hair from my sweater.

“The men weren’t looking to get some suits,” I said, before making eye contact with asshole number one. “They were looking for something. Something of my avô’s. And with the way Cole Anders approached me with an interest in me and my little shop I think it might have to do with this little neutral territory that you men are keeping from me,” I said, sitting back in my chair. Silence engulfed the room. I swore the temperature dropped.

And then I stood up and all eyes followed me. I moved to the head of the table and tapped Dante’s shoulder. He scooted himself to the side allowing me space. I eyed the second asshole who called my avô’s shop little.

“Oh and my little shop? Really? Because the suit you’re wearing came from my shop. The same suit that you wore with your wife Marie when you both attended the charity to raise money for the private airplane hangar on the outskirts of Costa territory,” I said. I leaned my hands on my table, glaring at each man.

“You can try to belittle my job and my avô’s shop but you wear our clothes when you do your fucking business. You taint our clothes with your blood and the blood of others. Your wives, your mistresses, significant others wear our designs before they drop to the floor to fuck you. So you will respect what my family has provided you,” I said, keeping my voice as even as possible.

The room once again was silent. The men looked away, afraid to meet my eyes. A deep chuckle rang through the air. I turned to see the old man with gray eyes.

“You sure are a Silva, Lucia,” he praised. I nodded. He turned to Dante who stood up from his seat.

“You want the truth don’t you? Your grandfather is on his way back to talk to you. Until then you will continue your life as normal. I assure you we will protect you in the meantime while we find out if those men were a part of the Anders clan,” Dante said.

I stared at the table. My avô was coming home. In a few days I would have the answers I needed. But that wasn’t enough. I knew I was right. Something in my gut told me. I tilted my head, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow.

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