Page 122 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

But I hoped it would prevent her from sending him a note. There were a lot ofifsin my plan, but so far, things were working out. The moment Nico left the bed this morning, I sent a note to his contact. Three hours later, he had the documents ready. I guess it paid to have the last name Morrelli.

“Of course,” Gia’s reply was ready and fast.

“Thank you.”

I went in search of my mother and found her sitting outside by the pool, staring into nothing. Her body shivered with the cold, but it was as if she didn’t even notice it.

“Mom,” I rushed to her side. “You can’t sit out here in just a thin dress. It is barely forty degrees.”

Her eyes came to me and ice-cold fear shot through me.Empty.Her eyes were pools of nothingness. No despair. No sadness. Nothing. Her beautiful eyes were blank and dead.

“Mom?” I called out softly, my throat choking with emotions. She blinked but the rest of her body remained motionless. I put my hand around her shoulder. “Let’s go inside. I have to leave for a bit, but you can’t stay out here.”

Her head turned my way. “I’m coming too.”

I shook my head. “No, it is best if you stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

“I’m coming too,” she persisted, her eyes a blue void. I had a bad feeling about it. Something wasn’t right with my mom. I should have called a doctor or a therapist to talk to her. “I’m coming, Bianca,” she repeated.

“It’s safer if you stay,” I tried to reason with her. Maybe the fact she was adamant about coming with me was a good sign. Damn it, I didn’t know.

Her lips thinned, and I recognized the stubborn trait.

“I am going with you. Finito.” There was no passion in her voice, but I knew deep down, there was no dissuading her.

Ten minutes later, Mom and I drove through the gate with Bear driving us in some boxed armored looking vehicle.

Both of us stared out the window, leaving the silence lingering. She knew the plan, I knew the plan. After Nico left, I snuck into his office and tried opening the safe, relying on my memory. It took me a few tries, but I finally got it. There was over two hundred thousand in cash in that fucking safe. Careful not to move anything out of place, I locked it back up and entered the code into my phone, so I wouldn’t mess it up because when the open window came, it would be short, and there would be no room to fumble with the code. Now, we just needed Mom’s travel documents.

An hour later, both of us were sitting in a building that looked like a bank in downtown D.C. The sun shone bright, but I couldn’t shake off the gloom and coldness that crept through my veins and straight to my heart. I mourned when William died, but this felt so much worse. I was directly responsible for my own heartache, and Nico’s. Because my father was a major jackass monster.

Last night, after Nico fucked me in his office, he carried me to our bedroom. Unlike all our other times, the way he kissed me all night and worshiped my body was different. He let me strip him naked when we got to our room.

“It’s my turn,” I whispered as I gently nudged him onto the bed. My fingers traced his ink on his shoulder and I leaned to press my mouth on his hot skin. I inhaled deeply his scent that became part of me.

I straddled his hips, his hard erection pressed against my butt. I licked his pulse and a soft groan sounded in our bedroom. How was it possible to want someone so much?

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He was trying hard not to take over, the control was part of his DNA.

“Relax,” I murmured against his lips.

“Woman,” he gritted. “Keep grinding your ass against my cock, and I’ll spill before I even get inside your hot, tight pussy.”

My body stilled. I didn’t even realize I was grinding against him. “Nico?”

“Hmmm.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

My core throbbed with the need only he could sate. My sex was drenched for him. He fucked me barely thirty minutes ago and here I was again, ready for another round.

“I know,” he hissed, then took my hips, lifted them, and impaled me in one swift move. Both of us grunted a cry of relief. “My dirty little wife,” he crooned. “I’ll fuck you hard like this until my last dying breath.” A sharp gasp slipped through my lips. “Soft is not for us.” He might be right about that. “I’ll see your belly big with our babies.”

My core clenched around his hard cock. God, I wouldn’t mind having babies with him. Little boys that looked like their dad. He took my nipple into his mouth and my head fell back with a moan slipping through my lips.

“I’m on the pill,” I reminded him on a whimper, grinding my hips back and forth.

“Get rid of it,” he said, then followed with the gentle bite around my sensitive flesh. I circled my hips, tilting forward so my clit was pressed against his pelvis. “Tell me you’ll get rid of it,” he groaned. His fingers dug into my flesh, controlling the rhythm, directing my body.

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