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“Next time you call Hadley a bitch I’ll do worse. Let’s go, stupido,we need to figure out who’s after you.”

My head jerks to Massimo, and before I can even ask about what he just said, he winks at me and grabs his brother’s arm. They both stomp out of the room, leaving me by myself.

Again.

Massimo

Pushing Emilio against the wall in the basement, my hand automatically goes around his neck. “What the fuck was that about?”

“Calm down, Mass. She punched me in the head, said I scared her. Who the fuck is she anyway? And since when do you bring strange women here, especially with Amos here?”

I cut off his air supply to shut him up. I’m so pissed at him I could break his neck. “Fratello, if notfor Hadley being here, Amos would be dead. She saved him when he fell into the icy water. And when do you question me? They found one of the men who was chasing you. What are you involved in, Emilio, that made that motherfucker cut out his own tongue so he couldn’t answer my questions? Don’t try my patience, I’ve had enough bullshit and lies for one day.”

By the time I leave Emilio, the sun is down, and it’s evening. I’m starving and haven’t spent any time with Amos. I’m tired and just want a moment or two of peace before the next catastrophe comes barreling my way. I make my way upstairs to find Amos and Hadley cuddled under the tree, sleeping. It takes my breath away, which pisses me off. I don’t want or need the headache of having this one be part of our lives. But I brought her into it with the lie of saving her from getting killed. If I was honest with Hadley from the beginning, she’d be so far away from here and me. She has no idea about her past, and I don’t know how to explain it to her. It’s a total clusterfuck.

She stirs and then glances directly at me, “What has you so pissed off now? Come help me get Amos upstairs and into bed.”

I look at this tiny woman who is giving me,Massimo Costa, orders. What shocks me is not only do I respect her for it, I do exactly as she’s told me to. I pick my son up, and we make our way upstairs where Greta is waiting to help Amos into bed. He wakes for a moment and looks at me with sleepy eyes.

“Love you, Dad. Hadley, thanks for today. I had fun. Love you too.”

I almost fall to my knees. What have I done bringing her into Amos’ life? He will be crushed when she’s gone, and the more I’m around her, so will I, though I’d never admit that to anyone, especially Hadley. When I look into Greta’s eyes, I can tell she sees it but won’t say a word as she is as loyal as they come.

I grab Hadley’s hand and we walk out, closing the door behind us. Walking to my room, I pull her in and turn on the light, never letting her go until she pulls away. I have no fight left in me, so I go and sit on the edge of the bed, elbows to my knees and hands on my head, squeezing to relieve the tension. I try to control my breathing as I search for the words to explain the mess we are in. So lost in my thoughts, I almost jump when she pulls my head into her stomach, running her finger through my hair, scratching her nails on my scalp. My God, that feels so good. Her smell is a pull I can’t fight, especially tonight. My hands ghost up and down her outer thighs, and I can feel the trembling going through her body. Standing, I pull her closer to me so she can feel how much she is affecting me. Her moan tells me she can feel my length pushing into her stomach. Without thought, I lift and toss her on the bed. I crawl up her body before she can move.

Tonight, I feel the need to play, so I slowly remove her clothes while driving her crazy with my mouth and hands. Every time she reaches for me, I push her hands away. When my mouth is inches from her dripping cunt, she’s moaning my name, which has my cock leaking against my boxer briefs. Something about this woman drives me insane. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she lets loose, whispering my name over and over. I feel her flood my mouth and face as her body thrashes left then right. Before she can come down, I pull myself up her lithe body and plunge into her tight, wet, hot pussy. I can still feel herwalls constricting, which I can tell is going to make me lose my control. Her tight-as-fuck cunt is going to have me blowing my wad a lot quicker than I want to. We merge together as I thrust in and pull out. The harder I go, the more she moans. The faster I go, the more she urges me on. Her nails are scouring down my back, and the feel of it is driving me crazy. Sweat is running down my face, and when I look at her, those eyes are watching my every move. Reaching down between us, I find her clit and squeeze. It sends her over the edge, and goddamn, I’m not far behind her.

We’re both panting as I pull out. She mewls as I pull her body closer to mine. I can almost hear the questions running through her head, but when she finally asks me a question, it’s something so out of the blue that I immediately feel my muscles clenching, giving away part of my answer.

“When do you plan to kill me, Massimo? More importantly, do you plan to explain to me why before you do?”

I glance down at her face, feeling that unfamiliar feeling deep in my chest. Fuck, looking into her eyes, I’m doubting I’ll be able to finish her off when I’m done with her. That right there can be a problem. Not only for me and mine, but more importantly, for the Uccello family that I’ve pledged to always put first, which I have with the exception of Amos. Feeling those eyes on me, I give the only answer I can at the moment. “Killing is easy, Hadley; it’s living that's a total bitch. Let’s take this one day at a time, alright?”

I wait impatiently until she finally nods. I close my eyes and pull her body even closer. The thought of her not being here for Amos, Greta, Emilio, and even me gives me heart palpitations. I’m totally fucked. Better lay down the groundwork because I owe her that at least. “Hadley, not tonight, but in the morning, we need to talk. I know things that you need to hear. No, notnow, because I need that mouth of yours sucking my cock and I don’t want to hear any words.”

I watch as she gets a shy, sexy smile on her plump lips, then slowly moves down my body, nibbling, sucking, and biting. When she reaches for my cock, it leaves pre-cum on my stomach. Before I can tell her anything, she deep-throats me. My head flies up as I watch her mouth work me like an expert. I realize at that moment I’m totally fucked, as my hands gently pull her hair from her face.

Chapter 11

Penny Anglene

Penny Anglene

Hadley

I’m startled awake by the same damn dream that I have had for years. I haven’t had many in the last few years, but I’m noticing them returning more frequently lately. Glancing at the clock, it’s four-thirty in the morning.Same time as the dreams before.

Peering through the gap in the curtain of the closest window, I see large snowflakes falling, and I can hear the wind howlingbeyond the other noises in the house. The furnace kicking on, along with the creaking in the house as it blows outside. What I don’t hear are any people moving about. I know it before rolling over that he is already gone. Reaching over to his side, I notice the bed is cold. He hasn’t been here for a while. It’s not uncommon, not since I’ve been here, but I doubt it typically isn’t this early.

As the numbers on the clock continue to climb, my mind starts to race. My dreams have never made much sense to me, but there is something telling me the dreams are important. Intuition? I have no earthly clue, but I know it’s something I need to keep at the back of my mind. I have a journal at home where I write about what I remember of them, hoping one day I will know the meanings of them.

Massimo mentioned earlier that he wanted to talk to me about something. My first thought is if he’s tired of me being here. He is always so cold and hot. One minute, he states I am his; the next, he acts as if I bother him. I haven’t asked because I have never had anyone want me just because. Honestly, I’m not looking forward to having this talk. Not yet, anyway. The time spent with Amos, Greta, and even Massimo in the last couple of days has meant the world to me. I feel as if I am home.

I was shipped from one foster home to the next my entire life. I had one friend, for two years anyway. I was eleven. It was the longest I had ever stayed in a home. It was the first time I ever had any hope of staying at the same place for a while. I lovedMa Carpenter. She was the one who taught me about recipes and baking. I learned what love is from her. I’d never had a loving figure in my life. I remember coming home one day, seeing a car in the driveway, and I knew what the car meant.

They were going to take me away.

I tried to be good all the time. I thought perhaps I was being taken away because I’d gotten in trouble at school for punchingJimmy in the face. He kept trying to kiss me. I told him to stop. He wouldn’t. Ma Carpenter had told me he deserved it at the time, but I also needed to think about hitting someone before I did it.

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