Page 22 of Unsettled
“I’m bored.” Nicolo’s pout has always been too effective against me, and I blow out a breath. “If anything, you can at least tell us what he’s like…”
Rubbing my temples, I get more comfortable in the bed. At least he’s no longer in the medical wing. These beds are large enough to fit all three of us. I’m sure to most it would sound odd to hear about potential sex with someone who is not part of their relationships, but they’re used to being part of the Martellis.
Not only that, we’ve never needed sexual exclusivity. Having that openness doesn’t crush our bond. No, we’re stronger for having our needs met, our ability to communicate reinforced, and the joy of finding each other again and again.
“Well, as you both have eyes, I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s gorgeous?—”
“You mean he's a walking wet dream…sex on a stick…way too sexy for that shirt…could be on the cover of a magazine…” Nario interrupts. I snort, because he’s fucking right on that.
“Yes. All of that. He’s also dominant. And I mean, he's dripping in that dominance. I’m sure he’d have no problems getting me on my knees.”
Nicolo sighs in pleasure. “That sounds lovely. And very positive for you since you’re the only Switch here. It’s about time you found a Dom.”
I give him a quick kiss. He’s not wrong. Both of my lovers are submissive, and while I certainly enjoy that…I miss being on my knees. Il Padrone provided me that pleasure, but it’s been far too long, especially after I moved to the whorehouse to run it. It was a major honor, but fuck, being so far away from a Dom…that hurt.
“Hmm. I wonder if he’ll play with us, too?” Nario picks at the comforter, and I know exactly why he’s asking. If anyone loves a good orgy, it’s Nario.
“Eh, it seems he’s the type to do it on his time.”And hopefully that’s fucking soon…
Both Nario and Nicolo burst out laughing and I glare at them. “Oh, that’s going to be perfect for you.”
I huff at their near stereo response. “You know I’m notthatmuch of a brat.”
Nicolo bites his lip as his shoulders shake with silent laughter. Nario, on the other hand, doesn’t bother trying to hold it in. I finally join them because, yeah, I’m fucking guilty of that. I wonder if Jude can handle a brat? I guess time will tell, but I find myself looking forward to it.
I want to see him let loose on me completely. There’s something there, something that calls to me on a deeper level. It’s not quite like Il Padrone, as his dominant side so far seems…more straight forward. Il Padrone was great at mindfucks and being sadistic. I don’t think Jude will need to use the same tricks that Il Padrone does, but I recognize the difference between being dominant and what Il Padrone did. His was to break and mold, and while I’m thankful for that, and I’m proud to be one of his Boys, I find myself hoping for that deeper level of control. The type that’s not out to break, but to build.
I get a jab in the ribs and I turn toward Nicolo, scowling. “Don’t think because you’re injured I can’t punish you. If anything, I’ll add it to the list. You may have saved my life, but I will make sure you know that you should never put yourself at risk.”
“Yes, Sir.” Nicolo sighs, resting his head against me. “You didn’t respond to my question, so I wanted to take you out of your daydreams—especially if they were sexy ones. If you’re not going to share…”
I cuddle up to him, running my fingers through his hair. I’ve fought battles, have more than my fair share of scars, and yet, nothing scared me more than seeing my lover go down in front of me. “No bedtime story for you. Rest. I want you to sleep.”
I can’t make out his words as they slur together against my body. With one long exhale, he’s out. I continue to pet him, wanting him to get some rest. It’s the best thing for him. Nario meets my eyes over Nicolo’s head. Neither one of us say anything. We don’t need to. We’ll always watch out for our lover, and no matter what comes, we’ll take care of it.
For now, I decide I may as well rest. After all, I’d better do so while I can. When I find out the fuckers responsible for what caused this… Well, Lio may claim rights, but they shot my lover. I’ll be there alongside Lio to mete out punishment. You don’t fuck with the Martellis. You don’t fuck with the ones we love. And never do you think we’re weak… We’ll teach them otherwise. I’d feel sympathy if I had any. No, my only thought as I slip into sleep is that we’ll chase them right to hell, but before they go, we’ll make hell look like a fucking vacation.
Exhaustion and the bone-deep weariness of not having eaten in…far too many fucking days makes my limbs heavy, and an ache pounds throughout my head. Add in the throbbing pain from my finger, and my tolerance for the bullshit ourlovelycaptor has put us through has dissipated.
“I hope they’ve killed each other,” I say in Italian. “Because that’s the only reason those fuckers are allowed to have for not finding us yet.”
With no more news on if Carter survived the hell at De Luca’s house, I’m left with only my thoughts and overactive imagination. The logical part of me understands that he is far tougher than most give him credit for, simply because he likes to hide in the background. Though, the emotional part of me is worried sick at the thought of him not being okay. Carter and Roman…they are my lights in this dark and bloodstained life.Should anything happen to them without me there… Hell on Earth would be an understatement.
“Who would be left standing?” Allesandro asks in the same language. “Aside from Emilio, that is.”
“Leandro.”
He raises a brow at that. “Not Tennant? We’ve all heard stories about the ‘pet psychopath’ you keep.”
I grin and shake my head, ignoring the throbbing in my temples. “Tennant, as much as he acts like it, is not infallible. If I had to bet who would still be standing after my Family tore themselves apart, it’d be the one they least expect.”
Leandro’s disability may give him a disadvantage in many aspects of our world, but it is those disadvantages that will make people underestimate him. He’s spent enough time around Roman to be able to mimic innocence at the drop of a hat, and that will be everyone’s downfall. He’s a viper in lamb’s clothing.
Before we can continue with our conversation, the door to our cell opens and our host walks in. Unlike all of the other times, he’s not wearing some smug look of satisfaction. Instead, there’s rage in his otherwise dull brown eyes.
He goes straight for Allesandro, pulling him up by his tattered clothes and shoving him against the wall. “I should kill you and leave your body scattered about for your precious Family to find,” he snarls.
Allesandro gives his best impassive expression as he stares at him. “What have they done now?” he asks calmly, like his life isn’t currently hanging in the balance.
