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“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” He sets his hand on the small of my back, thrusting from beneath slowly. The sweat on our skin mixes, and I find it difficult to catch my breath. Sex with Marcello is divine. Greedy for more, I spread my thighs, taking him deeper. Ecstasy surges through my body like wildfire.

The softness of his tongue against my earlobe, and his caresses, coupled with his steady thrusts from beneath, make me convulse suddenly as my orgasm overpowers me. Spots cloud my vision, and I let out a long moan. Every part of my body feels numb and sated suddenly, except my aroused center.

I can’t stop my hips from swirling over his. It’s as if my walls don’t want to let go of him just yet.

“Oh! Fuck!” he groans, pressing my hips hard to himself, thrusting from beneath slowly and steadily. I’ve never felt this sort of thrill before with any man. Don’t ever want to.

Every nerve in my body is tingling, including my clit. He cums with a groan, his warm seed spilling inside me as he pants. Veins pop out of his neck as he thrusts like he still wants more, even though I know we’re both spent.

Marcello is a whole damn package. He gives me fast and slow at the same time, taking care of me in both bed and in real life. Tough on the battlefield and tenacious in terms of protection. What more could a woman want?

“That was phenomenal,” he says after we separate, lying next to each other.

“Yeah, I’ve never had sex this good in my entire life.”

While he fiddles with my hair, his phone buzzes. “I need to get that.” He gets off the bed and reaches for his denim. “Hey, Tito. What's up?” he speaks into the phone, and quickly, I wrap the duvet around my body.

“What?” His brows draw into a frown. My eyes move along with him as he paces the room.

After the call, he stands by the window, staring thoughtfully at the clusters of stars in the dark sky.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I pull on my pants and a top.

“Giorgio is out, and he’s coming for us.”

“What? The cops let him go already?”

He turns to face me. “His money speaks for itself, and it looks like he put it to use. I just didn’t think it would be this quick.”

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

MARCELLO

The evening sunglints off the hood of the car. A pop song plays on the speakers, and Daniella nods along. The road ahead is free. It’s a shortcut to Arthur Street, where Daniella and I will stay while we re-strategize. I always knew catching Giorgio wouldn’t be easy, but this has been tougher than expected. Whatever happens, we will find a way to destroy him and his evil empire. We won’t stop until he goes down.

Daniella hums the tune on the speaker and drums her fingers on the dashboard. She's looking out the window at the buildings flashing past. I wonder what’s going through her head. It’s surprising how willing she is to let everything go just to avenge her brother. She doesn't seem to care about her own life or our baby so long as she gets a chance to kill the don. I sigh and return my attention to the road. There’s no convincing Daniella to change her mind. She has the stubbornness of a mule.

My stomach rumbles loudly enough for Daniella to hear. She pulls her hair away from her face and drops a hand on my thigh. “You’ll eat when we get home. We still have some snacks there.”

“I know what I want to eat when we get there, and it’s not a mere snack,” I wink at her.

Daniella chuckles and intensifies the movement of her hand on my thigh. “Good idea. I’ll let you drive you now, so we get home in one piece.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when Daniella takes her hand away from my thigh. My growing erection takes a moment to cool off. Her touches have never failed to turn me on.

With Daniella’s hand gone, I concentrate on driving, stepping on the gas and zooming past several cars on the road. My back hurts from driving for so long. Maybe Daniella and I can take turns massaging each other’s naked bodies before getting to the real business.

I grip the steering tighter as I round the bend. The new house isn’t so far away any longer. I sigh and feel for the pistol under my shirt. Giorgio will probably come after us in the coming days, and we have to be ready. The nature of this behemoth of an enemy requires us to always think on our feet and to already have a new hideout ready before moving into the next one. We never know when we have to hit the road.

The road widens ahead of us and the speed limit changes. I step on the gas, bringing the car up to speed. From nowhere, a large SUV suddenly crosses our path. I veer away from the truck, testing the limits of the car’s turn radius. The nose of the car turns, and the side of the car brushes against the truck. I look up to see the truck driver as he aims with a pistol and fires at me.

“Oh, my God!” Daniella screams, ducking.

I careen into the alley next, swerving hard to avoid crashing into the building ahead. A look at the rear mirror shows the SUV not far behind. Damn it!

Daniella pulls a pistol from under her waistband and leans out the window to fire at the SUV. I concentrate on driving away as quickly as possible. When the car approaches the thinner part of the tunnel, and I don’t have enough time to step on the brakes. I reach for Daniella’s shirt, pulling her back in just in time to avoid her head getting cleaved off by the wall.

“Thank you,” she says, panting.

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