Page 24 of Beautiful Devil

It’s like I'm transported back in time. A sense of calmness washes over me as I feel my dick stir to life.

Traitor.

Carefully peeling her off me, I sit her back in her own seat and catch another whiff of that tantalizing scent in the process.

“They're gaining on us, boss.”

“Do what I pay you to do and lose them!” I bark back at him.

Is that so fucking hard? Luigi takes another sharp turn, causing Gia to fall on me yet again, but this time she’s lying directly across my lap and her head is resting right on top of my rock-hard dick.

“Cazzo! What the fuck?”

“Sorry, boss. Just trying to lose our tail, as advised by you.” Luigi’s voice quivers on that last word, undoubtedly unsure if I'll rip his head off or not.

“Get as much distance as possible between us and the Suburban. Take any turn that you can, keep switching lanes to keep them guessing, and get us the fuck on the freeway. Do not under any circumstances lead them to my house. If you can't shake them by the time my exit comes up, keep driving.Capisce?”

“Si, SignoreMoretti.”

Luigi looks back at me a couple times in the rearview mirror trying to gauge my reaction to him calling meSignore Moretti. Although I’m the Don of the Italian Mafia, I wasn't born and raised in Italy. I'm a first-generation Italian-American and was brought up here in the States. I can speak fluent Italian and so can all my men, butSignore Morettiwas what the men called my father, and even after his death eight years ago, I’m still not used to it.

I can sense his nervousness as he continues to check on me in the mirror.

Good.

Instead of answering him or giving him any indication of my mood, I decide to ignore him and let him stew. Maybe he'll actually be able to lose the tail and get us home at a reasonable hour.

Thirty minutes later, Luigi manages to lose the Suburban and we're finally headed back to my compound. After the third time Gia fell on me, I let her stay where she was: her head resting on my left shoulder and her limp body pushed up against my left side. Soft seductive curves meet my hard muscles, sending a surge of heat throughout my body. Rich, dark brown hair falls over her face and splays over my shoulder, tickling the base of my neck with every inhale and exhale I take.

I try not to breathe too deeply or turn my head to the right. Otherwise, I'll be hit with her delicious scent. Doesn’t seem to matter much anyway, because she's close enough for her scent to fill my nostrils with every breath I take. I feel it again.

Rock. Fucking. Hard. Pushing against the zipper of my pants and begging me to set it free and into Gia’s nice, juicy pussy.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Shaking my head and trying to get rid of those thoughts that have no business being there, I look out the front windshield to see that we're just pulling up to my compound. It’s an old thirty-eight-thousand-square-foot stately mansion cut out of gray limestone.

Pulling up to the gate and to two of my guards, Luigi rolls down his window and signals Leonardo to open the gate for us to drive through. Heading down my long driveway, we pass by more of my men standing on guard, patrolling the grounds for any threat that may occur.

The closer we get to my house, the more on edge I feel. Most men feel the most comfortable at home and have a sense of peace and calm when they're in their own space, but not me. This isn't my home; it was my father’s. I didn't get to pick my house or job any more than I got to pick my parents. This is my father’s world, and I’m living in it, doing what he should still be doing. Every time I walk through these doors, I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders trying to live up to the greatSignore Moretti’sstandards. He had some huge shoes to fill.

The car pulls up the curved driveway and comes to a stop right in front of the main entrance. Marco exits the car first and opens the back door to let me out. He sees Gia propped up against me, and before he can say anything, I cut him off.

“Don't say a word.”

He holds his hands up and replies, “Wasn't going to.”

Sure, you weren't,stronzo.

He makes a move to lift Gia off me when a flare of anger and possessiveness jolts through me.

Before I can stop myself, I bark at him, “No one fucking touches her. She'smineto deal with. Got it?”

Knowing when to keep quiet, he wisely keeps his mouth shut and curtly nods before backing away from the door. Realizing I'm going to have to carry Gia inside, I lift her up off the seat and position her in my arms bridal-style. As soon as I step out of the car, Marco closes the car door and Luigi takes off to park the car in the garage.

Not bothering to look back at my men, I call out, “Find out anything and everything you can about the black Suburban that was following us tonight. I want to be debriefed with answers in thirty minutes.”

A chorus of, “Yes, boss,” is the response I get as Marco opens the front door for me.

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