Page 88 of Ti Amo

“Oh Domi.”

“Always.” He kissed her cheek and let her go. Catalina squeezed her eyes shut and tried to suppress her tears. Her heart raced and her legs felt weak. When she summoned enough air in her lungs to speak she couldn’t. She glanced back in the kitchen for Dominic and found that she was alone. Catalina broke. She pulled out the chair to the table and sat down unable to stop her tears.

Riker’s Island, New York

The speaker system announced his name. He rose from a bench that he shared with six other inmates and approached the door. After a loud buzz the door released and he passed through. He barely heard the guard’s orders. He was too busy fuming over his detention. The guard un-cuffed his hands but kept his feet shackled.

“Move!” The guard’s voice snapped like a whip. Kei did as he was told. If his visitor wasn’t his attorney he figured it was that bastard federal agent who had again summoned a meeting with him. Cheung, his cousin, his blood, had turned on him. He confessed to everything and told some lies as well. As the charges piled on, the hope of his money and influence dragging him out of this hell faded away.

Kei walked the line. In an orange jumper that reeked of the male funk from the other inmates who’d worn it he grimaced, as he counted down to cube six. When he stopped before his visitor he frowned. A beautiful dark haired Italian or Middle Eastern woman sat on the other side of the glass. She pointed to the phone and picked it up.

Who was she? Someone from his firm possibly?Kei sat. He picked up the phone.

“Hello Mr. Hyogo.”

“Who are you?”

“Doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is why I came. I’m here as a friend.”

“I don’t need a friend.” Kei narrowed his eyes on her. “Tell me your name or leave.”

She smiled. Her lips had a perfectly applied rose gloss to them. She tossed her dark hair back over her shoulders and fixed her steely gaze on him. She looked to be in her early forties or late thirties. She had a refined polish to her olive skin and her large almond shaped brown eyes were sharp and assessing. “My name is Isabella. I hear you wanted to kill Giovanni Battaglia.”

Kei’s stomach clenched. “That fucking piece of shit sent you here!”

“No. No. I’m not here for him. I’m here because of him.” She leaned forward. Her smile eased from seductive to sinister. “An enemy of yours is an enemy of mine. Mr. Hyogo, you are facing some serious charges, and the wheels of justice in America churn painfully slow and even slower in Italia. I can be of use to you.”

“So you want to help me? For what?” Kei spat.

The woman didn’t answer.

“Look if you don’t tell me something this meeting is over.”

She nodded. “Consider this, the American’s are talking about extraditing you back to China to stand for crimes of your past. Don’t fight it. We both know that you have more influence among your old friends in the Triad. My people are working with your attorneys to make sure the transition happens. Once we succeed you can decide if my friendship has value to you. You can decide if Giovanni Battaglia should go unpunished for the way he has destroyed your life. And if you decide that he must be dealt with, no one can deliver him on his knees to you but I.”

“Why? Why would you do this?”

“Because of her, Mira Ellison. She should have never come to Italy.” The woman hung up the phone and rose. Kei tapped the glass to stop the woman. Did she just threaten Mira? His heart raced at the thought of Mira in danger. Even now with all that has happened between them he loved her still. “Wait dammit! What does this have to do with Mira!” he shouted.

The woman walked away, out of his sight.

Sorrento Italy – La Melanzana

“We should go upstairs,” he moaned softly, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat after a deep swallow. She licked then traced her lips along the muscular length of his neck. She had cornered him on the sofa, and was now seated on his lap with her hands gripping the back of the sofa on either side of his face. They faced the Christmas tree. She could see the door and hall behind them if she lifted her head. Mira however was too aroused to do so. She dragged her lips from his neck to his mouth. After a long sweet kiss she parted the front of his robe and ran her hands down his bare chest to his silk pajama pants. She could feel his erection coiled thickly under the fabric and stroked him.

Giovanni gritted his teeth, and she chuckled.

“I have one request, and as your soon to be wife, I have the right to ask.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. Mira brought his cock out from the top band of his pajama pants and rose on her knees to position herself over the tip. With several slow strokes of her fisted hand around his shaft she could see how aroused he was. She guided him under her nightdress to her core and eased down on his cock. Giovanni’s jaw clenched. Mira shuddered as each inch eased into her.

“I want you to pardon Domi,” she whispered against his lips and kissed him, moving slowly up and down on his lap.

His eyes flashed open. The look on his face confirmed what she believed to be true. He wanted to send Domi away, just as Catalina feared. “He’s family, Giovanni, our family, and he stays here, with us. We work it out. Promise me sweetheart.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, capturing his tongue and teasing it with twirls and sucks. “Promise me,” she breathed between licks. A shiver rushed down her spine when he thrust up into her while she put down bottom maneuvers that had her inner vaginal walls tightening around his length. She sucked on his neck and his sweat tasted salty and spicy on her tongue. He gripped her hips and controlled her bouncing, groaning deep in his throat. Her mind went blank as pleasure cut through her and she neared her climatic end. Together they reached the point of no return. It was quick, hot, and sweet. She dropped her head to his shoulder and breathed through her nose.

“Yes.”

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