Page 77 of The Deal

Earlier today, I sent a few cars ahead of us, loaded with all the supplies we’ll need to last a month. I can always get more if necessary, but I doubt the Mortellis will take that long to make their move. They are an impulsive and reckless bunch, and given the circumstances, I can imagine their need for vengeance would be strong.

I’m confident we’ll be safe at the cabin; only a few of my men know of its existence. It’s not something I told my father or brother about either. It was never purchased to be used as a safe house; it was merely somewhere I could go to escape the rat race when needed.

We are completely isolated there, but if it ever comes to that, there are three escape routes: land, water, or air. As aprecaution, the helicopter will stay on the property for the duration of our stay. I sincerely hope that nothing like that happens. I’d hate for Chloe and Giovanni to be put in that position.

Once Giovanni is dressed, I stand and pull back the covers on the bed. I never got the chance to make him his own room here—since Sophia never let him stay over—so he’ll be sleeping in Chloe’s old room, so he’s close by.

“Jump in,” I tell him.

“Am I sleeping in this room?”

“Yes.”

“Where is Chloe sleeping?”

“With me.”

“Ah, not fair. Can she sleep in here with me?”

“Nice try, buddy, but no.”

“Can I say good night to her?”

“Of course, I’ll send her in once I’ve tucked you in.”

He lies down, and I gently pull the covers up to his chin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. It’s a simple, everyday gesture that most parents might take for granted, but after five years of waiting for this moment, it’s something I’ll never take lightly.

“I’ll be right next door if you need anything. Just call out,” I say, smoothing my hand over his hair.

“Okay, Daddy. Good night.”

“Night, Son.”

“Can you send Chloe in now?”

“Sure.” I chuckle to myself as I leave to go and get her. I think I have some competition on my hands. I pop my head around the corner of the doorway to my bedroom, where I find her sitting propped up against a pillow, waiting. “Giovanni wants to say good night to you.”

“He does?” she asks, smiling as she throws back the covers and shuffles to the side of the bed.

My eyes move down the length of her body, and I feel my cock begin to swell in my pants. She’s wearing a red satin nightie, the delicate lace edging only highlighting her spectacular rack. It has my mouth watering. I make a mental note to give my personal shopper a bonus this Christmas; she certainly knows how to pick out clothes that leave an impression.

“You might want to cover up,” I say as my eyes zero in on her tits.

She slips the matching satin robe over her shoulders and ties the belt tightly around her small waist.

I slap her arse as she passes before following her back to Giovanni’s room. I pause in the doorway, staying out of sight as I watch their interaction unfold.

“Your dad said you wanted to say good night.”

“Can you read me a story, Chlo? Mimi always reads to me before I go to sleep.”

She sits on the side of the mattress. “I don’t think there’s any children’s books in this house, but I can make up a story for you if you like. I’m not sure how good it will be, though.”

“I asked Mimi to pack one in my suitcase … it’s my favourite.”

“Okay.”

She crosses the room and takes it out of his bag. I didn’t bother unpacking his things since we were heading to the cabin first thing tomorrow morning.

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