Page 20 of His Playground (Owning Vegas #2)

Chapter Nineteen

“ A ny luck tracing the plates?” I ask Sammie as I push my way into Louie’s office. I scan the room. There are a dozen men in here.

“Not yet,” Sammie says. “How’s Jazzy?”

“She seems fine. Which probably means she isn’t, right?” I look from him to Louie.

“No idea, man. I don’t know shit about kids,” Sammie replies.

“She will be fine. We’ll make sure of it,” Louie tells me. “Now, let’s find out who’s trying to kill you before they actually do it.”

“Yeah, probably a good plan.” I nod as I make my way over to the wet bar. I fill a glass with Cinque, swallow the liquid gold, and slam the tumbler back down on the table.

I have five guys stationed outside the elevator to the penthouse. It’s not enough, though. I can’t stop thinking that something is going to happen to my daughter or my wife when I’m not with them. How the fuck do people do this caring about others shit? I’ve never had so much to lose before.

“Did you get an ID from any of the cameras out front?” I press.

“Whoever it was, they were covered. This wasn’t amateur,” Louie says.

“But we will find them, and then we’ll show them exactly who they’re messing with.

” The smile he gives me is lethal. I’ve seen it before.

He drops it when his phone rings. He looks down before he holds the screen up.

Emmanuel’s name flashes across the top. “E, now’s not a good time,” he answers it on speaker.

“It usually isn’t when you’re being attacked. What do you know about the shooter?”

“We’re handling it,” Louie says.

“That’s not what I asked. Someone took a shot at my niece. I want to know who it was.” Emmanuel’s voice is firm. He’s pissed.

But so am I.

“We’re tracing the plates now,” I tell him. “We will find the fucker.”

“Not if I find him first,” he grunts right before cutting the line.

Louie chuckles. “Game on,” he says. “I’m going to find him. You should go home. Make sure your daughter is okay.” He looks directly at me.

“Have you lost your mind? I’m not leaving. I’m going to find this fucking asshole and tear his limbs from his body!” I yell.

Louie remains calm, though. Typical. “Carlo, your daughter’s well-being is the top priority, as it should be. We got this. Go home.”

I have no doubt that neither of ?em will sleep until they find the asshole, but how can I just go sit on my ass when someone could have killed my daughter?

“She could have been hit,” I tell him.

“I know,” Louie replies.

“We’re going to find him,” Sammie repeats. “I’ll call you as soon as we do. You don’t need to be here for the details. Just the result.”

“Fine, but I want to know as soon as you find him.” I point from one to the other.

Louie is on a personal mission to find this guy before Emmanuel does. Although with E’s resources, which vastly outnumber ours, I don’t know how successful the bossman is going to be.

I find Antonia in the living room, textbooks sprawled out around her, while Jazzy is asleep on the opposite sofa. “How long has she been out?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

“Not long.” Antonia closes the book on her lap and stands. “Did you find them?”

“Not yet,” I tell her.

“Why are you back? Did something happen?” she asks.

“Louie and Sammie are handling it. I came back to check on her… and you.”

Antonia walks out of the living room. I follow her into the kitchen.

“Do you like studying business?” I say, trying to keep the topic a little lighter than attempted murder.

“I’m decent at it. My grades are good,” she replies.

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you liked it,” I say. “I remember you used to want to study some kind of science.”

“That was a long time ago, and science isn’t a useful degree.” She shrugs.

“Tell that to all the scientific advances of the world.” I laugh. “Why did you choose business if you don’t like it?”

“Same reason I chose to marry you, Carlo, because my father told me to.”

“Ouch.” My hand rubs at my chest. I’m not bothered by her words, though. We both know the truth. “You would have chosen me anyway. We’re destined for each other, babe. Always have been.”

She ignores me.

“You know, you can change your degree now or not study at all. You can do whatever you want, Antonia. You don’t have to keep doing what your father told you to do.”

“Because now I have to do what you tell me to do, right?” she fires back.

“You have to do what you want to do,” I say. Unless what she wants to do is leave me, because that isn’t fucking happening. I don’t tell her that part. I’m not a complete idiot.

“What if I said I didn’t want to do anything? What if I said all I wanted to do was have babies and be a mother?” she asks me.

I move over to her. My hand wraps around the back of her neck, pulling her body flush against mine. “Then I’d say we should probably work on getting you pregnant. Wouldn’t want to deny you your dreams.” I smirk.

Antonia’s eyes widen. “Holy shit, you’re serious.”

“Deadly.” My lips land on hers. My hands shift to her ass as I pick her up and sit her down on the counter.

“Oh god. I was… I don’t want to get pregnant, Carlo,” she says.

“Okay, well, we’ll just practice until you do then.” I spread her legs open. “I mean it, babe. I want you to be happy. I want you to make the choices you couldn’t make before.”

“Oh god,” she moans as my fingers push her panties to the side and slide up the middle of her pussy.

“You do need to be quiet, though. We don’t want to be interrupted.” My daughter is asleep in the other room. I need her to stay that way so I can fuck my wife.

My fingers push into Antonia’s opening. She’s wet, and I’m so fucking eager to sink inside her. My other hand undoes my belt, and then my pants, freeing my cock.

“Tell me you want this,” I whisper against her ear.

“I want it,” she moans again.

“Good girl.” My lips slam down on hers, swallowing her sounds as I line my cock up with her entrance. Replacing my fingers and filling her. Sinking into her always feels like coming home. “Fuck, I love your pussy,” I tell her between hurried kisses.

Antonia’s arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my back as I start moving in and out of her. I can’t get close enough. I can’t shove my cock into her far enough. I need more. I need everything. I need her to stop holding back. My lips slide down her neck as I kiss my way up to her ear.

“This pussy is mine,” I tell her. “I’m going to fill it. I’m going to coat it with my seed. Do you want that, Antonia? You want me to fill you up?”

“Ah, yes.” Her arms cling to me tighter.

“Tell me.”

When she doesn’t reply, I stop moving. My head comes up, my eyes connecting with hers. “Tell me,” I repeat.

“I want you to fill me up,” she says. “Please, Carlo, don’t stop.”

I smile. “Anything you want, Mrs. Bianchi.”

Antonia’s pussy clenches at the name. She likes it a lot more than she’ll admit out loud. Her body can’t lie, though. I start moving in and out again. Slower. Without taking my eyes off hers.

“I want to feel you come all over me. I want my wife to choke my cock, milk me of everything I have. Mrs. Bianchi, you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Her pussy gushes and convulses around me. When her mouth opens, I fuse my lips to hers, muffling the sounds she makes as her body lets go and she comes apart.

“Fuck yes.” I thrust into her three more times, emptying myself inside her before cupping her face with my hands. “I love you.” I don’t need her to say it back. I know she loves me. She always has. For good or bad, the kind of love we have doesn’t just go away.

“I love you,” she replies. Her words are barely a whisper, but they’re there. Out in the open. And so are the tears that slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t break me again, Carlo.”

I wipe the wetness away. “I promise you I will never break you again. It’s you and me now, Antonia. It’s our turn to choose us.”