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Everyone falls into step with us. I breathe him in, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more thankful to my guardian angels in heaven. I’m finally safe in my happy place.

Chapter 27

Gabo Godoy

Waking up next to Bella after the nightmare the past couple of days was—is—the closest I’ve been to heaven. Vicente went back to London directly from Geneva, but Gio, Luca, and Karina came back to Italy with us.

“Good morning, G,” she says as she wiggles her ass against my morning wood.

“Good morning, principessa. How are you feeling this morning? Anything you have in mind to do?” I check to see how she’s feeling since it took her a while to settle down yesterday after we arrived. When I notice the time on my watch, I realize we’ve slept all morning. It's early afternoon now, and I’m sure I have a million missed calls and emails to attend to, but nothing is more important than being here with her.

“I don’t know, G. I’m still a little tired, but I guess we should check on Gio and Luca at some point. Then maybe go to the villa? I could use some relaxing time,” she says as she stretches her arms above her, still lying down. Her breasts rise out of the covers, and I take one of her pebbled nipples in my mouth. I can’t help it. Her moans are all the fuel I need to know she wants this, too. Ever so slowly, I make my way to her core, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.

“Yes, G. I need you,” she tells me, a beautiful smile on her face.

“Are you sure, principessa? You’ve been through a lot in a short period of time.” I double-check—I need to make sure this is what she wants and that I’m not forcing her to do something she’s not ready for after the ordeal she just went through.

“Yes, G. I need you,” she repeats as she pulls my hair, placing me where she wants me—my mouth on her pussy. The moment my tongue touches her clit, and the flavor of her arousal hits my tastebuds, I feel like everything is right in my world. I make her come on my tongue and fingers, and then I enter her slowly, enjoying how she stretches inch after inch to adjust to my size. Bella is looking at me with such adoration and so much love in her eyes that I know no matter what life has in store for us, we’ll always face it together.

“Stay with me, Bella,” I plead with her.

“I’m right here, G,” she replies in a breathy tone.

“I mean, stay here, in Bologna, with me. I can build you a bigger house, a bigger penthouse. Anything you want is yours. Just stay,” I tell her against her neck as I kiss and nibble my way to her ear. Bella is panting with need, letting me know she wants more, so I pick up the pace. Her hands go to my ass, and I love the sting that her nails leave on my skin.

“I’m yours, G,” is all she says before we both find our release.

Once our breathing has calmed, I go to the bathroom for a washcloth to help her clean up. She seems quiet; maybe she still needs time to process everything that went down.

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her to stay with me just yet.

There’s a knock on the door, and I groan as I discard the washcloth in the bathroom and put on sweatpants to answer.

“I’m sorry to bother you, boss. But we have a problem downstairs,” Mario says as he presses on his earcom. “We need to get you, Miss Bianchi, Mister and Mrs. Bianchi, and Dr. Bianchi out of here.” I’m startled by the urgency of his tone—he’s usually a relaxed guy, so whatever is happening must be serious.

“Okay, let me get changed, and we can leave,” I tell him as I close the door. When I turn around to tell Bella we have to go, she’s sitting on the bed, her phone in one hand while the other hand is covering her mouth.

“What is it?” I ask her. When she lifts her gaze to me, her eyes are full of emotion. She passes me her phone, and I look at the screen.

“Chilean and Argentine Billionaire Families Involved in International Scandal.” That’s the headline of the article she’s reading. I scroll down and see a picture of the outside of my penthouse building. At least one hundred people are outside, waiting for a statement.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, principessa. It’s best if we get ready and get out of here,” I tell her gently. I know she’s still very shaken, and this will only make things worse. She nods and gets up, disappearing into her walk-in closet. I throw on a white tee and a black cap, socks, and shoes before going to find Luca and Gio.

“Hey, man. What do you want to do?” Gio asks me as he gets out of his room. I go knock on Luca’s door. Gio is looking at his phone; I think he was on FaceTime with someone.

“Mario says we need to get out of here. Maybe go to the villa, or somewhere the media doesn’t have access,” I tell him, and he nods slowly. Thinking.

“No, we need to give a statement. Put me in front of the cameras,” I hear Luca say as he comes out of his room, my sister behind him. I sigh in frustration.

“Haven’t you done enough, Luca? Bella almost died because you didn’t do a good enough job getting rid of that piece of shit,” I tell him, and I see my sister flinching at my words, but I’m tired of his meddling.

“I deserve it, Gabo. I know I do. We haven’t have the chance to let it all out since we were all still on edge, but I’m so fucking sorry Isa had to go through all that because of Max. And as bad as I feel, how was I supposed to know he was looking for revenge after all this time? They vanished, and like a normal person, I didn’t keep tabs on them,” Luca volleys back, and I know, deep down, this is not his fault.

“I know, you’re right. But you have to understand that I’m also tired of you butting in at every single turn. I love your sister. That’s a fact. It would be nice if the guy who calls himself my best friend would actually trust me and let me take care of what’s mine,” I say, suddenly tired after all we’ve been through.

“Yeah, bro. All you have to worry about is Karina and the baby. Let Isa and Gabo handle this the best they can. I’m just here to support in any way I can,” Gio tells Luca in that older brother tone similar to the one Vicente uses when he means business.

“Fine. I know you’re right, Gabo. I’m sorry, man. I know I’ve been a pain in your ass, and I should have trusted you from the get go like you’ve trusted me with Karina,” he says as he goes to kiss my sister on her forehead.

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