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Dante

“Ragazzi!” Our father raised his voice. “Behave, we have enough trouble here.”

Still disgusted, I leaned back and took Della’s hand in mine as I stared at my father. “You said that the Council decreed that we were not to do business with Deacon Walker as his mother was too radical and not trustworthy. So, how can they blame us, when…” Then it occurred to me. “But you sent the Walkers and our soldiers there and the Council didn’t know about it.”

My father slowly nodded his head at me. “I didn’t tell them. I simply wanted to help catch Deacon really. As long as he’s alive…I don’t think any of our family is safe.”

“Like the Walkers?” I asked. “That kind of not safe?”

He nodded. “I captured him once already. He knows I wanted him dead, even though I was forced by the Council to let him go.”

“I’m wondering why he wants Valencia back?” Tito spoke up.

Our father looked over at him. “What?”

He shrugged. “That is what Petrov said at the crypt earlier today.”

Earlier today …I sat back and felt tired suddenly as I realized so much had happened since this morning. Too much.

“Petrov?” our father asked.

“This time, I am going to explain this while you all are present,” Della spoke up as she paused to raise a brow at Luca.

I bit at my lip to keep my chuckle stifled. She looked so cute like a fierce kitten, taking on cats far too large for her. Damn, I felt proud of her again.

Luca seemed to have enough sense to keep his trap shut this time.

Della went on, “Petrov was head of security for Deacon, but he mostly protected Valencia and I. One day, I was crossing the street, heading back to our offices and Petrov came out of nowhere to toss me to the ground. I was really upset with him as I’d gotten scraped up and he was on top of me. Until I realized he’d saved me from a speeding truck. He saved my life. So when he was there this morning, I couldn’t let Tito or Rocky hurt him.”

“He told us Deacon sent him there,” Tito explained. “Thinking Valencia might be with us… I’m not sure.’

“He actually said,” Rocky jumped in. “Deacon sent him looking for us Italians in case we returned to the Metairie.”

“Interesting,” Luca muttered.

“What do you mean?” our father asked.

“If we set a trap for him…”

“What kind of trap?” I asked suspiciously.

“We use this Valencia as bait.”

Della’s mouth popped open in shock as she stared at Luca.

I glanced over at Tito.

Yep, he looked upset by this suggestion.

“We aren’t supposed to engage with this man, Luca,” I told him. “What part of that do you not understand?”

“You heard Papa,” Luca retorted. “He is a danger to us.”

“Look at what happened today in that damn garage, brother,” I reminded him. “Now we have to testify and hope we haven’t pissed any of the Godfathers off.”

“Then how do we protect ourselves from this man?” Luca asked as he glared at me. “Like are you going to stay at the estate permanently? Look at what happened already. You should have not been where you were today, baby bro.”

“Oh, no.” I stood from the sofa. “Don’t blame the parking garage crap on me. That was retaliation that had nothing to do with me or Della. But you know what? It could be your fault though.”

Luca scoffed. “And how do you figure that?”

“You were there today at that Hilton, right?” I queried.

He looked pissed at this accusation. “I had no dealings with Paulie or anyone there.”

“You could have been spotted though,” I suggested.

“OK, ok,” our father interjected. “I want no more fights. We need to be ready for the inquest tomorrow.” He looked around and paused at me. “The limo is not an option to get you home as it is severely damaged. So, I think you can stay here.”

“What?” I asked.

“It has all the amenities. Luca often stays here,” he explained. “With showers and a room for sleeping is through that door.” He pointed to the other side of the room. “There are a few of those and they are very nice as well. Both Tito and Rocky can share the one next to yours. There’s even a full kitchen.” He shrugged. “Then you will be taking the copter from here to the Council meeting.”

“What about clothes?” Della asked. “We can’t go in blood stained clothing.”

Stephano smiled at her. “My dear, I have a tailor on call. He knows Dante’s size and his wife can fit you for something. Just tell Amadeo your size and it will be delivered in the morning.”

Della tucked her head back in surprise and asked, “They can do that?”

Stephano nodded. “They are clothiers. Or perhaps you could call them Clothes To Go?” He chuckled at his own joke. “I have used them many times.”

“We can stay.” I took my phone out to scroll to my pizza and moon pie order. Then I changed the address.

Curious, Della leaned in to peek at my cell.

I swiped the screen and told her, “Dinner ordered.”

She nodded and laid her head onto my shoulder.

Amadeo came over and nodded at Della. “Can I be super impolite and ask for your dress size?”

“Um, 10,” she answered with a shrug.

He nodded and looked over at me. “I think Chianti has your size on record. So what color?”

“White shirt of course,” I replied. “Then make it black with a gray tie maybe? I need shoes too, make them black loafers and grey socks.” I paused and glanced at Della. “Make hers a nice short sleeved dress just below the knees, maybe a sky blue color, then size 6 sandals to match.”

Amadeo typed my instructions onto his cell phone as I spoke.

Della stared at me. “You know my shoe size?”

I laughed and explained, “I saw the number in the shoes you wore yesterday.”

The room went quiet and I raised my gaze to look around. Only Amadeo and my cousins were here. My father and Luca had left.

“They went off to scheme,” Amadeo informed me.

I smirked and replied, “There should be a law against them being together for any amount of time.”

“I hear ya,” Amadeo agreed. “It is a very dangerous thing.” He then looked over at Della again. “I wish we had gotten to meet under saner circumstances but we are Descalias so this was just about normal.”

She laughed.

“But I have to say, the way you took Luca down? Wow.”

“Right?” Tito spoke up. “She leveled the guy.”

“It was awesome,” Rocky agreed. “I even got chills when he actually shut the hell up.”

Amadeo chuckled as he looked over at me. “Brother, you done good, finding her.”

“Oh, he didn’t find me.” Della smirked and repeated what she described to me earlier today, “I was brought right to him by a group of bikers who found me passed out in a dead man’s tomb while they were looking for a man who’d been kidnapped.”

“Otherwise, she lived through a Walking Dead episode,” I added.

Amadeo leaned his head back and laughed.

Our cousins joined him as they laughed as well.

“Damn, that is funny,” Tito commented. “But it's so accurate too.”

“That’s the kicker, right?” Rocky agreed. “Truth being stranger than fiction.”

Amadeo swiped the tears of hilarity from his cheeks. “Wow, I hope to someday meet my girl from like an Indianna Jones movie or something.”

“Awfully dangerous though, Deo,” I said as I used his childhood name. “I looked over at my cousins. “You two can take the night off. Grab that room next door and rest. This building is a virtual fortress as you already know.”

“You sure?” Tito asked.

“Yeah, man. Call it a night.”

“I need to call Rosie anyway. Tell her I won’t be home. Night to ya all.” Rocky stepped out to the hallway.

His brother followed him.

Amadeo gave me a salute.

I nodded at him. “Night, Captain.”

He smiled at Della then left as well.

I turned and scooped Della up, carrying her to the door across the room. Stopping, I said, “Grab the knob, will ya?”

She reached down and turned it then the door swung open.

I carried her through and used my foot to close it again. then I set her down.

She looked around. “Oh, my. This looks like a suite at the Marriotts or something.”

“The rooms are nice. I mean Luca practically lives here.”

“So that’s why I hadn't met him at the house?” she asked.

“Partly. But recently, he really has been hunting Deacon.”

“The man needs to be humbled, I do have to say.”

“Right?” I chuckled. “Like a lot!” I stepped close and reached down for the hem of her dress. “Raise your arms, Della.”

With a giggle, she did as I asked.

I tugged the dress up and over her head gently. Dropping it, I checked her forehead again. “It’s gonna leave a small bruise.”

“So? I got a teeny bruise and lived. You got a cut and lived.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “We both lived through it. We are lucky.”

I agreed, “Yeah, and then again we had Tito and Rocky too. You didn’t see it but those two move real fast when there’s trouble. They had that car wrecked before it could drive away.”

“I’m sorry that you had to shoot that guy though. I could tell it bothered you.”

“It does. Might take me a while. I never took to the moblife as you know. Our father made us all take gun lessons and self defense classes. I have several belts in the martial arts.” I paused to wink at her and puffed my chest out dramatically. “I’m bragging now.”

She nodded as she grinned at me. “And I am summarily impressed.”

I cocked my head at her. “Aww shucks.”

She giggled.

I reached over and tugged her bra straps down. “Shower time, then we’ll have dinner.”

Beaming at me she said, “I love those plans.”

“Maybe next time, our date will be closer to normal.” I smirked at her.

She kept chuckling. “I think with us, it will always be exciting. Normal is the life I lived before I…”

“...was carried out of a tomb by bikers?” I teased her.

She rolled her eyes. “I may never live that entrance down.”

“I could not take my eyes off of you, sweetness.”

“Really?” she asked. “I imagine that I looked like hell. You know, that just woke up in a dead man’s crypt look?”

I shook my head. “Heeeyyy, you are almost funnier than I am. Watch it.”

Della laughed loudly now. Then she tugged at my open shirt. “This has been bothering me for the last hour.”

“What has?” I asked.

“This sexy chest, just peeking out at me.” Reaching through my open dress shirt, she rubbed her hands along my pecs. “Just begging to be touched, kissed and licked. Dang sexy.”

“I only heard the licking part,” I teased her.

“Maledettamente caldo,” she whispered and giggled. “You know…Hot damn.” Leaning in close to stick her tongue out to take a warm swipe along my skin, she admitted, “I wanted to do that back on the couch the entire time we were sitting there.

“Well, that would have been kinky,” I commented dryly even as the feel of her hot tongue was surely making me hard. “My dad would have fainted on the spot. And I hate to think of the boring-ass-ego filled lecture Luca would have given us.”

Her laughter rang out again.

I swung her around and opened the shower door. Stepping in, I shut it. “But let us forget about anyone else, especially know-it-all Italian assholes. I will be your shower assistant today,” I announced then paused. “Well, everyday.” I sat her down on the bench. The shower was full out luxury built. Three shower heads, along with hand held sprayers on each side of the long bench that you could lay down on if you wanted to. Along with an entire wall shelving unit full of bathing products.

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with obvious joy. “Really? You intend to shower me everyday?”

Nodding my head, I grabbed a washcloth and squirted body wash onto it. “Oh yes, my special rate gives you special treatment.” I brought the washcloth down between her legs.

“Oh, and what might that be?” She kept grinning at me.

I lowered my mouth to a luscious nipple. “I am going to make you come until you pass out cold. It’s a perk.”

Her laughter erupted again but when I latched onto her nipple, her giggling stopped as her body arched back.

I knew I was going to take my time and devour her from tip to toe.

I used my skilled tongue to explore her delicious wet skin. I knew what heaven was now, and I knew I would never get my fill of this wonderful, sweet woman. I’d stayed hard almost the entire time she was near me, ever since I first kissed her on those stairs.

I already learned I could probably do her in all the ways I could think of while using the entire pleasure list and it would still not leave me satisfied. My sexual drive had never been as strong as this, even when I’d dated. I twirled my tongue along her inner thigh and loved the way her body trembled from my touch as I reached up and tweaked her wet nipples. The sweet sensual sounds she made just spurred me on. For me, she was herself a living aphrodisiac.

I licked her delicately and slowly as she grabbed my hair and held me in place. Like I would leave, I thought with humor. I toyed with her button and dipped my tongue into her core with a leisurely pace.

I kept playing her body like my favorite instrument as I knelt in front of her essentially worshipping her. I wanted this to go on forever.

Her pants grew loud and her body grew rigid as she came for me.

I watched her fall apart with extreme satisfaction. I never felt so supreme as I did right this minute. You’re damned right I was going to marry her.

I waited for her to come down from the slice of heaven I’d sent her to. I moved to the shower bench and grabbed her up to sit her on my lap. Tilting her head back, I lathered shampoo into her long hair. I worked it in and massaged her scalp with my fingers. Then I used the hand held sprayer next to the bench to massage and rinse her hair out.

With a sated groan, she nearly slipped to the floor.

Dropping the sprayer, I caught her then turned her body and sat her straight down onto my cock.

“Ahhh!” she exclaimed with pleasure.

Grasping her hips, I lifted her up and ground her back down. Her hand rose up to cover her scream, but I yanked it down and her shout of ecstasy rent the air. I pressed my lips to hers and said, “I wanna hear every moan and every response, do you hear me?”

Seemingly helpless while her body quaked, Della panted as her chest heaved and she nodded.

I raised her hips slowly up, then lowered her down with a slamming force.

Della leaned her head back and released a full-blown ecstatic yell.

I pumped her up and down as she moaned and cried aloud. Her sensual sounds of ecstasy drove me crazy; her wet silken pussy felt glorious, sheathing me so perfectly. This woman was made for me, as I was for her. I pounded her sweet body and I knew I could do it for as long as she wanted. “Let me hear it, sweet Della…” I whispered to her ear. “Scream for me.”

Her body was already coiling with her oncoming orgasm. “Ahh! Oh! Oh, God!” she shouted as she climaxed.

Her pussy tightened around me and I throbbed inside of her. I felt myself coming with her. I latched onto her mouth with all that I felt, kissing her until we were both breathless from it.

The steam from the shower fogged up the room as I finally removed my mouth from hers. I looked into her eyes, while we were both covered with a sheen of sweat and the sound of our heavy breathing filled the bathroom. I saw how tired she looked and felt a pang of guilt for storming her like I did. “I am sorry that…”

Della was trying to catch her breath while her eyes met mine.

“No! Fuck that. I’m not sorry. I’m ecstatic every time I get to be inside you.”

With my admission, her mouth rounded with a stunned O, and then she laughed. She grasped my face with both hands and kissed my cheeks, my nose, my forehead and my chin. “You are so sexy and so sweet. And I am addicted to you, Dante.” Suddenly, she wound her fingers in my hair and tugged hard forcing my face to meet hers as she kissed me with all her might.

Damn, this showed me she meant every fucking word.

Breaking the wild deep kiss, we then sat together for a long while in the tropical atmosphere as the warmth of the shower almost lulled us into sleep.

Then suddenly, she stood and stared down at me as if she had decided something.

I gazed up at her curvy form, her silky skin shimmering with beads of water from the shower spray. I now knew that the beauty she never saw in herself was because she was blind to it. Well not me, I saw her lovely body, face and smile for the magnificence they incorporated. Making her the girl of my dreams. I smirked.

“I am not gonna ask about that wicked smile of yours, but I want to give you just a little of what you keep giving to me.” She knelt in the shower and looked up at me again. “I’m going to suck you dry.”

My body shook with her promising words.

Reaching over, she grabbed my hard-on with both hands and lowered her mouth, sticking her tongue out to circle the tip of me.

I tried to swallow but couldn’t as my body grew rigid from the glorious feeling.

With a sensuous sigh in her throat, she slid her mouth over my length and lowered it all the way to my base. She reached over and placed my hands onto her head.

Grasping her hair, I realized she wanted me to use her head. Latching on, she seemed to just wait for me to use her.

Della seemed impatient for me to get the idea while squirming her body around and rubbing her sumptuous breasts across my wet thighs.

I tightened my hold on her head and moved her downward. Her hot mouth slid sinfully upon me. I slowly moved her back up to my very tip. She then licked it with a hungered urgency as though she were starved for me.

Panting while my chest heaved, I didn’t know how long I could last with this kind of blowing. I never remembered a woman doing this the way she was, allowing me to have control, yet I had none in reality.

Taking the initiative, she moved her mouth back up and then down again.

My body jerked from the extreme pleasure as I let out a loud ecstasy filled groan.

The sound seemed to turn her on even more, as she panted and moaned while sucking me hard.

With the sweet drawing on me, I let out an even louder male sounding groan and I watched as her body spasmed with her climax. It was the hottest damned thing I ever saw and I exploded into her mouth immediately without knowing I was going to lose it so soon. Without any conscious knowledge that I could be so vocal while coming, I released a helpless yell while now knowing how it felt to experience this kind of helpless ecstasy. The same kind I’d given to her.

I sat there, propped up against the shower wall, spent and little groggy in the streaming water. The sensual gratification I experienced was the best in all of my sexual memory.

Della raised her head and gave her full lips a long swipe with her pink velvety tongue. The sensuous licking act appeared as though she were a wicked satisfied cat who’d finally captured the illustrious cream.