Page 65 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

“Have you guys been doing this all-dayTesoro?” He leans down placing a kiss on my lips.

“Um, perhaps? Have you been doing what you were doing all day?” I asked.

“I think it’s time for bed, Oscar. Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You got it, boss.” Oscar salutes us before he leaves.

Boss? What does that mean. Lucca helps me clean everything up before we head upstairs.

“What does he mean by boss' and why are you seeing him tomorrow?”

“It means I’m the boss. Now strip and get that pretty little ass on the bed.” His voice going husky and demanding.

I pull my top off, push my pants down. When I’m standing in my bra and thong, I glance up at him. His pupils are dilated, his hand is rubbing his bulge. I lick my lower lip waiting for him. The sound of his belt unbuckling creates butterflies in my stomach. Is there anything this man does that won’t turn me on?

“Finish undressing baby. I want to see all of you.”

I reach behind me, unclipping my bra I pull my arm free from each strap dropping the bra to the floor. Dipping my fingers into the waistband of my panties I slowly shimmy them down my thighs, while staring Lucca in the eyes. When they reach my calves, I let them fall to the floor and step out of them. I stand naked in front of him waiting for his next move. When he drops his pants and briefs and steps out of them, I reach for his shirt, unbuttoning each one. When I reach the last one, I run my hands down and stroke his hard dick.

Kissing his hard tattooed chest, I lick his nipples. He moans. He lifts me up by my thighs. I hold on to his shoulders. He lines himself up to my wet core and slides in, groaning he thrusts until he’s fully inside.

“Lucca, you feel amazing.”

“You do to baby. It’s going to be quick tonight.” With that he gives in, deep hard thrusts. I find his lips kissing him deeply, needing that extra connection.

It’s impossible not to fall more in love with him when he knows how to work my body the way he does. He walks us to the bed laying me down, keeping my legs in his hands, hitting my g-spot. I let out a loud moan. Clinging onto the blanket. My orgasm comes out of nowhere. With a couple of thrusts, he finishes.

“Next time will be better.”

I chuckle. “I still came, so it’s not like it was bad.”

He glares at me. “Your attitude never surprises me.”

“It shouldn’t. I’ve always been this way.” I give him a kiss, then roll over.

He pulls me into his body, keeping me protected. I’ll keep him protected as well.

I don’t expect Charlie to understand the importance of staying inside of the house. I only want her to see that I care. I could express it differently or nicer. However, getting it out like I’m some asshole seems the best way. I can tell that’s she’s pissed on how I went about it. She completely shut down on me yesterday. When she stormed up the stairs was the nail in the coffin. I barely heard from her after that. I don’t know what else to do. The last time this happened it ended in death. I’m not letting that happen again. I can’t, I won’t survive. I barely survived last time. I was supposed to be meeting Oscar today, yet again, other shit justkeepspiling up. The nice thing about him is, he’s really forgiving. He also knows what I want him to do for me. Become Charlie’s secret bodyguard. It’ll be nothing for him. My guards have been slacking, so I had to replace all of them ever since Seth delivered two packages without them noticing. They're lucky I didn’t fucking kill them all. Speaking of Seth.

Today we are tracking Seth. Benny, one of our trusted soldiers is shadowing him. He’s been keeping us updated almost every time Seth steps out of his house. He has done nothing I would consider entertaining or class as suspicious. For now, I’ll keep Benny on his tail. I don’t think he’s onto him. If he was, Benny would’ve been dead by now. Seth isn’t someone that pussy foots around anything. That’s why I’m surprised he took forever to deliver his message with Vincent.

Speaking about Vincent. We’re holding his funeral this weekend. That’s when I expect Seth to make his presence known. There will be so many families there, all a laughingstock, because a gang member got a hold of one of our own and chopped him up.

“Lucca, your father is here. He doesn’t look so happy,” Antonio tells me.

“Would you look happy if one of your own was fucking kidnapped and cut up?”

He shakes his head. I walk out with Antonio into what would be the living room. We only have a couple of chairs housed here. Father is pacing the room, brows furrowed lips pressed together.

“Father, what brings you down here?”

“I'm making sure you’re doing your job. I shouldn’t have to get involved as much as I should be. But Vincent was family.”

“I am doing my job. I’m doing it right this time.”

Father said point blank, “Yes, well I saw what happened last time you did a job right.”

Of course, he would bring up the one time I fucked up. It happened right after high school. I was still pissed about letting Charlie go. I was tasked with completing a job that my capo gave me. I was cocky that I was the best because my father was the Don of the mafia, and I was untouchable. That was until one day I completed my job half assed. I shot my target, only I left a witness behind. I couldn’t kill a woman. That said woman went to the cops, eventually. The only saving grace was the cop she talked to was in our pocket. Father was pissed when he found out, so was my capo. It was a while before they could fully trust me again. As you can tell, my father never lets me forget it.

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