Page 6 of Frayed Bonds

My eyes raise to Adriano again. “I’m only going to say it one more time, Adriano. Get out.”

“Fine, but it’s almost time,” he says, holding my eye contact.

It's the morning of my papá’s funeral, Vitales from all around Italy are currently gathering down the hall for his wake. And here I am, fucking my assistant, minutes before I’m meant to be dressed to carry his body to its final rest.

“I’m sure papá can wait a few more minutes. I mean, it isn’t like he’s going anywhere,” I say with a smirk, letting Alexa return to what she was doing

Adriano’s face turns to steel. “Mamá won't be happy, so I suggest you wrap this up. You're part of the procession, she’ll notice if you're late.” He turns and walks away.

“Shut the door,” I yell after him, but it's too late.

Annoyance now runs through my veins, and all I'm craving is release. I toss Alexa onto the bed and put her in her previous position of face down, ass up, and slip into her.

She groans out as I attempt to use my full length, but when she jerks I realise it isn’t happening. I’m desperate for release but I'm not about to force it.

I pick up the pace. Anger and pleasure set my skin alight, and I can feel my orgasm build, sweat dripping down my chest.

Alexa is practically screaming. I don't bother covering her mouth since Adriano wants to be a dick and not close the door. He and anyone within a few metres can listen to this.

I feel my balls clench as I twitch inside her. Pulling out, I release all over her back. While finishing myself off with my hand, regret floods me at the fact that I never used a condom because I was too short on time and too desperate for a fuck.

I get off the bed and walk over to my pants on the floor, reaching into the pocket. I toss a few euros at her and she stares up at me in confusion.

“Get a pill, I don't want to hear shit about a miracle baby,” I say, as I head towards the shower.

“You’re an asshole,” she spits.

I shrug, I don't have time for this. Adriano is right, my mother will kill me and bury me alongside her beloved husband.

“Tell me something I don’t know. Now get your shit and fuck off.”

Chapter three

Ambrose

Leaning against the weathered bricks of a random church in the countryside, I take a long sip from my flask. The whiskey warms me up as I try to not freeze in the morning cold. My eyes scan the parking lot, it’s dead silent, the only movement from the four men standing here with me and the security guards littering the parking lot.

My cousin, Mattia, stands a few feet away from me smoking a cigarette like a teenage boy worried his parents might catch him. Fast and barely inhaling. Polluting the air with its horrid smell, he has the nerve to look over to me and say, “It’s the beginning of September, why is the weather already so depressing?”

I glare at him. “Do I look like I control the weather? Maybe if you stop trying to advance global warming with your cancer stick we wouldn't be in this situation.”

He takes an extra long inhale and purposely exhales in my face. “It looks like hell is about to open up to swallow your father.”

I let his comment slide, only because he’s not wrong. This weather is uncommon for Tevici, even in Winter, but of course, in a week full of sunshine it decides to storm on the day of my father’s funeral.

Mattia's brother, Enzo and his father gather next to the coffin, deep in conversation.

We're all patiently waiting for the arrival of my dearest younger brother, Augustus. Adriano was so worried about me being late, that he seemed to have forgotten how to use his twin telepathy to ensure his brother wasn't late as well.

I slip the flask back into my inner pocket as I clear my throat, and all eyes fall on me.

“Let’s get this show on the road, we don't have all day. Luciano Vitale has a date with a furnace,” I say, moving my head in the direction of the coffin.

“What about Gus?” Uncle Lorenzo asks, his eyes drifting around the parking lot looking for my missing sibling.

“Let’s get this over with,” another voice joins the conversation.

Antonio, my youngest brother and the last of the Vitale brothers, steps out from the church where he’s supposed to be consoling our mamá.

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