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This time, when he kisses me, it’s not a quick peck on the lips. It's a deep, passionate one filled with unspoken words and promises. Breaking the kiss, we’re both panting. He rests his forehead against mine to catch his breath before backing away with his scent lingering in his wake.

Walking over to the bed, I lie down and think about what just happened. What does this all mean? I’m starting to get whiplash from his mood shifts. I’m mentally exhausted and can’t keep my eyes open any longer. As I drift off to sleep, I’m left with the feeling of hope.

CHAPTER27

FABRIZIO

As I sitin the back of my car, my anger starts to return as we get further and further away from my house. I'm half-tempted to tell Santino to turn the car around so I can run back and get lost inside Gia's tight, warm pussy.

The way she looked at me before I left and her words,“Be careful,” create a strange feeling in my chest. Raising my right hand, I start to massage the area, hoping to get rid of it. Marco doesn't miss the movement.

"You okay?"

"Fine," I answer curtly, not even bothering to look at him.

I'm pissed at the fucker. When Gia stomped off, I was hot on her tail until Marco intercepted me, telling me he’d got a call, informing him Dante was on the move.

It's been almost a month of radio silence and no movement from him or any of his men. And, of course, the one time he decides to leave his house to get his dick wet, he unknowingly cockblocks me.

The car rolls to a stop, and Santino opens my door to let me out. Marco comes around to meet me, and we walk into Secrets together.

I'm hit with loud music and the smell of sex that lingers in the air immediately. Walking into the main room where the stage is, I head straight to my usual spot in the dark corner with Marco and take a seat.

I’ve only been here for a minute, but I'm already so bored I want to leave. The moans of pleasure all around do nothing for me. I never thought I'd see the day when I didn't want to be here, but here we are. If it wasn't for Marco telling me Dante was headed here, I probably wouldn't set foot back inside. This just isn't my scene anymore.

It stopped being my scene the moment a petite, brown-eyed beauty came into my life.

Since Marco is lost in the show currently playing out on the stage, I look around for Dante. The sooner I find him and figure out what he's up to, the sooner I can return to mydolcezza.

A small smile breaks out over my face at the thought of my wife. I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't realize Amber is on her way over. The smile on her face grows wider the closer she gets.

Dressed in her usual tight, revealing uniform, she bends down to expose more of her tits as she sets down my usual drink of choice: whiskey. A hint of her cheap-smelling perfume hits my senses as she stands in front of me. She gives a little shimmy, trying to draw my eyes to her chest. Of course, I'm not interested, but that doesn't deter her.

"Hey, handsome. Is that smile for me?"

"No, it's for my wife."

Confusion crosses her face before a fake laugh bubbles out of her.

God, get her away from me.

She tries running her hand down my arm, but I give her a stern look, so she won't mistake my meaning.

"What can I get for you, handsome? It's a packed house tonight, but I can always make time for you." She purrs in my ear before pulling back and giving me her best come fuck me look.

Yeah, that won't happen again, sweetheart.

"I'm not participating tonight," I reply drolly, wishing the floor would open and swallow her whole so I don't have to deal with her any longer.

But, unfortunately, she takes that to mean something else entirely, and I need to remind myself that I don't hurt women or children so I won't reach for my gun to put a bullet between her eyes.

"So, you're here to watch? Do you want me to grab Cindy and go on stage for you? We could go down on each other. She loves to eat my pussy, and who am I to say no? She eats me out better than anyone, and she does this thing with her tongue that makes me come so quick. I'm getting wet just thinking—"

"Stop. Talking," I say, cutting off Amber's rambling. "I don't care if you want Cindy to eat your pussy. If it means you'll leave me alone, then go. Now. Just get the fuck away from me. Got it?"

Fear covers her face as she straightens back up. She smooths a hand down her hips and tries to regain her composure but fails and stutters her response.

"O-okay.” With a stiff nod, she's finally gone.

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