Page 132 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“I couldn’t shoot him. And for that, I’m sorry.”

Alessandro grunts.

“And Riley? You keeping her locked away forever?”

“Not your business.”

“She loves you. And you love her.”

“Will you shut your trap, already,” Alessandro exclaims. “Love has nothing to do with it.”

“So your plan is to keep her here, tucked away and ignorant?”

My pulse quickens, kicking the air within my lungs from my body. The monitor around my ankle suddenly feels heavier. My freedom, an intangible object flickering through my fingertips as I attempt to grasp it. But that’s a lie, isn’t it? Ankle monitor or not, I’ve been at the villa of my own will. Because he loves me, and I love him.

What is Alessandro protecting me from? And why am I suddenly filled with dread?

Footsteps sound, and I retreat.

But Alessandro’s final words carry with me down the hallway.

“I’ll do what’s necessary, capisci?”

SANDRO

“Alessandro.”

Her sleepy murmur makes me hard, and I’m anxious to fuck her one last time before I leave. I deposit her in my bed, tear off her nightgown, and wetting my thumb with saliva, roll it across her clit a few times before I sink inside her warmth with a hiss.

Her falling asleep in her room rather than my bed was an inconvenience. Time is the enemy, after all. But I push that aside as she sweetly arches up to meet my thrusts.

“We need to talk,” she pants at one point.

“My cock is doing the talking. It’ll fill you with enough seed,” I grind out, “my come will be dripping from your sweet pussy all week.”

That shuts her up.

And then, proving I can be soft and tender with her and only her, I make love to her.

CHAPTER 29

RILEY

Sex appeal must bea Beneventi trait. I blush as Renzo unwinds his body in the seat next to mine, shirtless, with messy bedhead and a winsome smile. He picks up the cup of coffee I have waiting for him—to butter him up, because I’ve a question only he can answer now that Alessandro is gone.

“You’re too sweet for the likes of him.”

“Is that why I’m in this ankle monitor?”

He sputters on the sip of coffee. “Damn, you waste no time. I’m barely awake.”

“Am I another Gelato?”

“Riley, don’t ask questions you won’t like hearing the answers to.”

My eyes narrow on him. “So I am?”

“What do you think?” he tries to deflect.