Page 38 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

The twins were still with William’s parents. They’d bring them back around late afternoon. I couldn’t wait to see them and dreaded it at the same time. I had no idea how to even go about explaining this sudden turn of events.

Nico’s secretary, whoever it was, already sent my notice to my boss. I was annoyed he couldn’t leave that up to me. The man moved too fast once he decided on something. It was damn unnerving, like a sudden hurricane sweeping through your life. Of course, the resignation didn’t go over well, but it wasn’t like I could explain that I had no choice because I stole from a mob boss.

The doorbell rang. I rushed out of my bedroom and down the stairs. When I opened the door, Bear stood there.

“Are you ready, Miss Morrelli?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Please, call me Bianca,” I muttered. “And you have a wrong last name.” He didn’t respond so I glanced around. “Where is the other guy?”

“I just dismissed him,” he replied. Bear explained to me that he’d have someone else watch my house overnight. I felt guilty he spent so much time away from his own family. It was unnecessary to have anyone watch the house. The other man remained outside in the car, and I never really saw him, which was fine by me. It would have been uncomfortable to sleep with strangers under my roof.

Bear showed me to the car, a dark Bentley. I slid onto the soft leather of the back seat. The fanciest car I had ever been in was a ten-year-old Mercedes. Did people really live like this? It seemed surreal.

The clear blue skies stretched over the bay. Something inside me beamed with hope, knowing that this home would be here to stay. Mine forever.

Maybe… just maybe things would work out.

Within an hour we were in downtown Washington D.C., and I was grateful I didn’t have to drive into the city again. It was so much better depending on a driver to get me to the necessary location. Instead of gripping a steering wheel, I was pressing my hands together till they turned white. I was nervous. Each mile brought me closer to Nico, and each hour that passed by brought me closer to the doomed wedding.

But hope lingered in my heart, nonetheless.

Seeing Nico set me on edge. I’d prefer not to see him and keep my distance, at least till the wedding day. The way my body reacted to him wasn’t good.

It threatened the possibility of Nico Morrelli being shoved into a dark corner and being taken advantage of by me. The abstinence I had exercised over the last two years has clearly done me no good. Will and I hadn’t been intimate before he died. We were working through the hurdle of his infidelity before he became really ill, but my hormones were now catching up tenfold. My body couldn’t decide whether to be scared of Nico Morrelli or turned on.

The car came to a stop and the door immediately opened.

“Bianca.” Nico’s deep voice soaked through me and a shiver ran down my spine. It was such a bad reaction to have to this man. Lifting my head, I took his extended hand and met his steel gray eyes. The scent that I became so familiar with in the last twenty-four hours lingered around him, invading my lungs, doing things to me.

He wore his signature, three piece suit with a snow-white, crisp shirt. Like a magnet, my eyes darted to his neck, lingering at the collar of his white shirt. There had to be a tattoo underneath it, I was sure of it, and somehow it made the thought of taking his clothes off and seeing it exhilarating. I wanted to trace the ink with my fingers, or my tongue, his olive skin making my mouth water. Well, there was one huge benefit to marrying this mobster.

Sweet Jesus! Get a grip, woman!

After the little indiscretion in the restaurant yesterday, it was nerve wracking to be around this man again. Yesterday, I lost all sense of time and place as he ate me out in the middle of the restaurant.Ate me out!And I wanted more.

Jesus, just thinking about it made me all hot and bothered again. I had to keep some semblance of proprietary. A touch and I was a melting puddle, ready for another round of the amazing orgasm he gave me.

Once out of the car, I gently tugged on my hand and took a small step away. I needed space from this man.

Nico's eyes darkened, and it didn’t escape me that my move displeased him. Ignoring his reaction, I glanced around me to see where exactly I was. Just in case I had to run. You never knew with these mobsters.

Nico tucked his hands deep in his trouser pockets and disappointment pooled in the pit of my stomach. I almost expected him to grab my hand and kiss me roughly. Yes, it was official.Bianca Carter has lost her mind!

He looked utterly gorgeous; nobody could blame me for wanting to ravish him. That strong body of his and the muscles I’d felt under my fingertips yesterday. There was nothing out of order when it came to this man. Appearance wise anyhow. The way his suit hugged his body, it made my knees weak, and I had to swallow hard, pushing more inappropriate thoughts out of my mind.

The corners of his mouth tilted up as he watched me, like he could read my mind.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss on my cheek. “You look beautiful,” his deep voice murmured against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, and I went to pull away when he whispered in my ear, “Remember, you are my fiancée. No pulling away.”

He put his arm around my waist and gently tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, as if to prove a point. Electricity shot through my body, unlike anything I had ever felt before. Two days around this man! Just two days and I felt more sizzling than I had in my entire life.

What is this man doing to me? I had to get control of my body back.

I looked up at him, lost for words. My entire life was spiraling out of control. Feeling too exposed and vulnerable to this dangerous man, I tried to shove all my worries deep down, somewhere dark, while I held his gaze.

“Shall we?” he urged.

I nodded, and his hand slid down to my lower back as he guided me towards the building. The thin material of the dress was barely a barrier. Everything about him screamed money and danger, while everything about me screamed simplicity. I was way out of my element here.

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