Page 129 of The Deal

Only then do I wrap my other hand around the base of my dick, stroking it back and forth as I line myself up with her opening.

The moment I slip the crown of my cock inside her, I have to force my eyes shut as the full implications of this situation crash down on me. It’s like I’m trapped in some twisted version of reality, stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.

When she spreads her legs wider, sliding down my shaft, taking every inch of me inside her, I grip her hips and hold her in place.

I need a moment.

It feels wrong to be here, doing this while my son is out there somewhere, probably scared and wondering why I haven’t kept my promise to come get him, but at the sametime, I need this. I need my wife’s comfort, the diversion, because if I don’t get it, I will lose my fucking mind.

I open my eyes when Chloe places her flattened palms on my chest and begins to move. “Ti amo, mia bellissima moglie.”

My beautiful wife.

I’m going to grow old with this woman and fill her luscious body with all our children. I can only pray that Giovanni will be there to meet his siblings, because I know, without a doubt, he’ll be the best big brother ever.

Our faces are sombre as we sit at the dining room table, staring at the plates of food in front of us. Neither of us has an appetite. We didn’t eat breakfast either, despite Carmella’s pleas that we need to keep up our strength.

It’s been over twenty-four hours, and we still haven’t heard anything. I’ve been calling both my brother and Sophia nonstop. I’m unsure if their phones are off or they’re ignoring me, but I can’t just sit here all day and do nothing.

I push my plate away and stand. The movement jolts Chloe out of her daze as her eyes snap up to meet mine. “Where are you going?” she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

“I’m going to drive around for a bit,” I reply, running my hands through my hair in frustration. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing … I feel like I’m going out of my mind.”

“Same,” she says, rising from her chair. “But where do we even begin? They could be anywhere by now.”

“True, but at least we still have his passport, so she wouldn’t have been able to leave the country with him.”

“That’s something.”

“Carmella,” I call out, and moments later, she comesrushing into the dining room. “Chloe and I are going out for a bit … if Dante returns, can you call me immediately?”

“He just pulled up in the driveway,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw him from the kitchen window.”

I round the table and stalk toward the front door, but before I reach the foyer, I hear something that almost brings me to my knees.

“Daddy!”

I break into a run. When I round the corner and see my son standing beside my brother, I come to a screeching halt before dropping to his level and opening my arms wide.

“Giovanni,” I say, my voice breaking as I pull him into me, crushing his tiny body against mine.

He softly cries into my chest as I glance up at my brother, who’s standing there with a cocky grin on his face. I don’t know how he did it, and maybe that’s something I don’t want to know, but I’ll be eternally grateful to him for bringing my son home.

“Thank you,” I mouth. The words are barely a whisper, but they are full of gratitude.

Dante nods once, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers. He’s still wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday, though they’re a little more dishevelled now. His tie and jacket are gone, and the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the numerous tattoos on his forearms—ones you don’t often get to see.

“Giovanni!” Chloe shrieks as she rushes into the foyer.

“Mummy,” he cries, releasing me and running over to her.

“My baby,” she says, pulling him into her arms. Hearing her say those words almost break me.

When she finally releases him from the hug, Chloe cups his little face, her eyes scanning it with a mixture of reliefand worry. “Are you okay?” she asks, her gaze moving slowly down his body, checking for any signs of injury.

“Uncle Dante saved me,” Giovanni replies, his voice small but full of awe.

I stand, moving toward my brother. Instead of offering him a handshake, I pull him into a tight hug. “Thank you,” I repeat, my voice thick with emotion. No words will ever be enough.

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