Page 37 of The Sicilian Heir
I hadn't even heard him come up behind me, but I wasn't mad about it. On the contrary, I was horny just thinking about playing with my fiancé. "Yes, fiancé. Bend me over and fuck my holes," I teased.
"You called me your fiancé." Vito paused.
I turned to look at him and giggled at the look on his face. It was a mixture of surprise and arousal. I guess it was the first time I had called him that. It hit differently when it was out loud. "Y-yeah, I did," I stammered.
Vito pulled me against him and breathed in my neck. "Fuck, the things you do to me. We have things to do, little lotus." He pulled away from me with a groan.
I mourned the loss of his body, but I knew he was right. We finished getting dressed and headed downstairs. Vito left me at the dining room table with a plate of food and a soft kiss on my forehead. I ate slowly as I decided what I wanted to do. A light bulb went off in my mind and I pulled out my cell phone. I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" She sounded so sad.
"Come home," I ordered her.
"Hello to you too, Eunji," she sassed. There she was. There was my best friend.
"Vito and I got engaged and I want you here for a while." I paused.
I wasn't sure how much concern I should put in my voice. Instead, I waited for Rose to decide. She could stay in New York with a man who was treating her like shit, or she could come stay with us, where she could rest and heal. I was done waiting for Nick to act like he was supposed to. Done with waiting for him to show the support Rose needed. If he wouldn't take care of her, Vito and I would. When we were done putting her back together, he'd better not think he could just come sweeping back in.
"Why?" she whispered. The cracking in her voice broke my heart.
"Because you're hurting. Because you need a change of scenery. Because when I needed someone, you were there, and now, I can do the same for you," I vowed. Rose was quietly sobbing on the phone. I knew things were bad, but I didn't know they were that bad.
"I'll come," she sighed, and it sounded like relief to me.
"Don't tell that asshole. Let him sweat and look for you," I warned.
"He won't even know I've left," she said weakly.
Fucking Nick, the prick. "I'm sending the private jet for you. I have an idea, but I'll wait until you're here to tell you. How long will it take you to be ready?" I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by. I was going to get her to come as quickly as possible. On some level, I probably should have asked Vito if I could use the private jet, but on the other, he'd proposed to me. If I was going to be his woman, then he needed to realize that I wasn't going to be some quiet waif who stood on the sidelines keeping quiet.
"Give me a few hours, and I'll be ready." Rose broke my thoughts.
"Great, I'll get the number for the pilot and have it all fueled by then," I promised her.
We signed off and I went out to the warehouse to search for Vito. My heart felt much lighter knowing that I was not only helping my best friend, but Vito's only sister. I knew he cared about her and wanted her to flourish. While I could sympathize with their plight, I couldn't let Nick off the hook for being an asshole. He didn't have to be locked in the house with his wife, but for him to go and party, acting like she wasn't there grieving? That was unforgivable.
I opened the warehouse door, unfazed by the sight in front of me. Luciano was working on Alexei's back and Vito was working on the front. Alexei was screaming between them. He deserved everything he got in my opinion.
"Hey there, almost wifey. What's up?" Vito shot a panty-melting grin at me. It was so sexy, even if he was covered in blood.
"I need to contact the pilot for the jet. I'm sending it to Rose so she can come here."
Vito grunted his approval, his arms bulging as he hit a particular hard spot inside Alexei with his knife.
"Great plan, babe. I got it. Why don't you get that sweet ass upstairs and wait for me, naked?" he suggested. He dropped the knife and stalked toward me.
I turned heel and ran, Vito on my tail. I rushed upstairs and straight into the bathroom. I was sure he wanted to clean all the blood off before he had his wicked way with me.
He burst through the door seconds later as I was taking off my clothing, preparing for him. "Damn, little lotus, look at you." He spun me around, so I was facing the mirror.
My eyes were glazed with lust. My top was completely off, my nipples bared and perked up. I was already wet and gushing for him.
He walked toward me and clicked the lock on the bathroom door. "You're all mine now, little lotus," he growled.
I squealed in joy, not horror, and let him pick me up. It had been a long year and I couldn't believe how happy I was. The love I felt for Vito, I had never felt for anyone else, not even Maddox. The thought of his name didn't bring me pain anymore. I had finally gotten used to him not being in my life anymore. He was watching over me. He would have wanted me to find my own little slice of happiness. If someone had told me a year ago, I would be marrying a mafioso Don, I would've laughed in their face. I probably would've stabbed them too. Not in the vital areas, but like the fleshy part of their arm.
"Love you," I mumbled into Vito's neck.
