“Alright I’ve heard enough,” he said in a sharp tone. He stalked out from behind the bar, leaving the wine and glasses behind. Mira had pushed too hard. Well, too bad. She wanted this conversation, just as much as she wanted their new beginning. She was tired of pretending not to see what was right in front of her eyes.
Trying to remain confident she kept talking, but her voice pitched high with a nervous flutter that revealed her inner turmoil. “Lorenzo. What is he? Is he the sotto capo just the underboss or capodecina, which is the group underboss? Huh? I know that within the Cammora what you refer to yourselves is La Cosa Nostra which translates to ‘this thing of ours’ because for you it just simply is, and can never change.” She stepped back from him so she could maintain a reasonable distance but he controlled the space around her and towered over her. “Let me finish,” she hurried her words before his touch or kiss weakened her. “You are the Godfather, and because of this war you’ve waged others now refer to you as capo di tutti capi which means “the Boss of Bosses”. It’s an American title but it has long roots to Sicily. That title is only given to the boss of the strongest of all the mafia families.”
“I said I’ve heard enough, Bella.” He slipped his hands inside his trouser pockets. “You’ve made your point.”
“It’s not enough,” she replied in a firm determined voice. “I know all of this, Giovanni, and I decided I don’t care.”
He continued to stare, silently.
“Do I want you to be part of an illegal crime family? No. But does it make a difference in how I feel about you? No. That’s why I came back with you. Why Eve and I are here with you. We love you, as you are. Do you understand? ”
“Careful,” his gaze swept down her curves then flickered up from her breasts to lock on her eyes. “It turns me on when you speak this way. We go down this road we aren’t coming back.”
She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Who says I want to go back?”
Her body tightened and her breath caught, maintaining the intensity sparkling in his eyes. He was so beautiful to her. His broad forehead, straight nose, and lips always curled at the left corner as if he wore a permanent cynical smile. But it was those eyes that made her absolutely devoted to him. This evening he wore the ‘I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life’ look that would make any girl behave. She pressed her body against the hard angles of his muscular frame and waited for what was to come next.
He ran his hands, both of them, down her spine to cup and squeeze her butt cheeks. “Can we not talk about what I am? I’d rather focus on just us,” he asked.
“Okay.”
“Do you know what we’re going to do next?”
“Chiavata,” she teased. The word meant sex.
Giovanni nodded. “That’s right, chiavata. But what we do is called fare l'amore and that means make love. Because no matter where or how I take this sweet body of yours, it will always be about love.” He tugged on the belt that held her dress tight to her body. She nodded indicating she understood, unable to speak because her heart was now lodged in her throat.
“So you think you understand my world?” he asked amused.
“I know I do.”
“And here you are, in spite of it all.” He unfolded the front of her dress to reveal her black lace panty and bra set.
“Sí.”
“Shall I teach you more?” he asked in her ear.
A shiver ran through her. “I like this game.” Tilting her head back and closing her eyes she inhaled his cologne. She breathed slowly through her nose as his hand slid over her curves. “Teach me,” she moaned softly.
“Open your eyes, Bella. You must look at me for this lesson.”
She did as he requested. He ran his hand over her ass in a circular motion. The softness of his touch sent a trail of heat between her thighs into her core. “Let’s start with this body of yours, at least my favorite parts of your sweetness.” Squeezing her left breast he stuck his tongue in her ear. “Seno.”