“And?”
“It is only Angelo, his woman, and two of his men here. No one else.”
“You will walk out of the mountain. Andare!” Lorenzo opened the car door and made the man exit the vehicle. He took the keys.
“I don’t want Don Bonaduce to ever know that I helped you. I’m ashamed of what I’ve done. Threatening my dear sister and her children was disgusting!” The man spat. He then made an obscene gesture with his hand. “If I ever see either of you again,” he said walking backward and pointing accusingly. “I’ll be ready.”
Lorenzo scoffed and then flipped the bastard off. The man turned and disappeared into the night. Lorenzo waited. He scanned the front of the villa. Nothing stirred. He could see a glare from a television in one of the windows. The others were dark. He’d have to go in smooth and quick. Carlo would charge in after the first gun blast. That meant the first move was on him.
****
Mira walked over to the bed silently and eased back under the covers. She suffered dull aches of regret and disillusionment deep in her heart. She turned over to her side and put her back to her lover. Her eyes closed, and she lay still trying to understand how she could be so wrong about the men she cared for. Giovanni stirred. He eased in closer to her. Mira’s recalled the warm comfort of ecstasy she found when held against his strong body and resisted the urge to turn over and give in to the feeling. Sex would be wrong after learning her lover ordered the hit on her ex. Right?
His hand, with its strong calloused fingers and large palms, became soft and gentle when he traced the line of her arm and then slipped underneath to stroke her stomach as he kissed her shoulder. Mira pressed her lips together and pretended at sleep, but she sensed he knew better. He pushed his semi-erection into her backside. “Not now, I’m not in the mood,” she said.
Giovanni pulled up the front of her nightdress and drew her hem to her waist. She was bottomless. He tugged on the short pubic hairs over her mound. The light sting made her push back into his erection, and he groaned into her ear. Warm pleasure spread over her, and with the nudge of his strong muscled thigh, her upper thigh shifted so his erection could slip between her butt cheeks. Mira sighed. His hand went up her flat tummy to her breast, and he pinched her nipple. He again kissed her shoulder moving behind her. Without any thought of objecting, she relaxed and he slipped inside of her. His steady thrusts opened her and she arched her neck giving in to the feeling. Giovanni cupped her breast and kept moving in and out of her. She gripped the edge of the bed to withstand it. Breathing through her nose, she licked her lips and savored how delicious he felt. When he withdrew, he rolled her to her back. She parted her thighs, and he entered her again with a single thrust.
“Look at me,” he said.
She turned her head away, moving her hips to grind her pelvis up into him.
“Look at me.”
Mira returned her gaze to his. Giovanni kept loving her with his eyes fastened to hers. She reached up and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist, squeezing tightly. The lovemaking grew intensely sweet, and she clung to him, riding wave after wave of pleasure. They rolled and she was on top. He held her hips, and she braced her hands on his chest. Not once did she look away from him. She worked her hips back and forth and dug her nails into his chest, moving faster and faster. Giovanni’s lids fluttered, and his control slipped. Mira seized on his weakness and punished him with her bottom maneuvers before rising and falling on his cock to their natural rhythm. Eventually, he cried out for release. When she collapsed and gave into her climactic ending, she felt free.
He held her that way for a long time. Neither spoke. Mira didn’t cry. She didn’t question him. She lay still and waited for sleep to come.