Page 11 of What’s Left of Us (What Left #3)

“ Sei in Florida da febbraio e non hai pensato di contattare tuo padre ?”

I roll my eyes, debating throwing my phone into the wall.

Thus far I’ve managed to avoid my father, and it’s been the only gift I’ve received from the state of Florida since arriving.

Until now, Massimo was too distracted with family business to care about me.

But with weird gossip columns out there portraying me and Jo as a power couple for surviving a serial killer it’s giving me flashbacks to senior year all over again.

“You have the family to contend with, Papa. I didn’t see a point in telling you all about your disowned son’s life. ”

Massimo swears on the other end of the phone, and I glance over at Jo.

She’s picking at her nails, eyeing her phone as she waits on me to finish the call.

I’d rather be sitting with her again, pulling her head down my cock, but Massimo called seven times in a row before I finally decided to answer the damn thing.

This is the kind of mood killer that I don’t need right now.

I only answered because of what Xeno told me about someone in the family acting shady.

Between Dante and Jonathan, I expected my brother to have a handle on this by now, but with both Alastair and Porscha in prison there’s no reason to still have a guard detail.

They are blissfully absent and out of my hair once more, which gives Massimo even less of a reason to phone.

When he doesn’t say anything, I try again. “ Hai chiamato per un motivo preciso ?”

“Reason,” he says slowly, and I tighten my grip on the cell. “Do I need a reason to call you, Vincenzo?”

“For the first time in almost two decades?” I ask dryly. “Yes.”

“Xeno tells me you were having an issue with some guards filming you,” Massimo says, and I freeze. Xeno mentioned someone might be filming, but I didn’t expect the news to get back to Papa of all people. “Jonathan, I believe?”

I messaged Russell about the two guys in question and he was supposed to get back to me with what was going on.

Last we talked there was nothing to report.

Now there’s a rift between the two of us and everyone at the club.

Jo told them that things are complicated and we can’t talk right now, which isn’t a lie, but it’s going to drum up even more questions when we chat with the club members again.

Emeric, Nate, Callie… all of them deserve honest answers at some point.

They are all helping to cover us while we’re in Florida so the club stays open, but in the end we owe them something.

They’re supporting us during some of the hardest moments of our lives, and we’re skirting away from them anytime someone wants answers.

We haven’t spoken to anyone in almost a week.

I let Massimo’s words stir around in my head, deciding how I want to ask the next question before lowering my voice. “ Te ne sei occupato tu, allora, papà ?”

“Me?” Massimo asks, and it sounds like he’s mocking me. “I don’t need to handle anything for my son who chose to leave the family. You can deal with him on your own, figlio.”

“If you’re being honest and this bastard shows up again at my home, you won’t have to worry about him again. He won’t leave here.”

Massimo laughs. “There’s the son I raised! Do you feel the bloodlust? The rage? Burn in it, Vincenzo. That rage is what makes you strong.”

I grind my teeth together. “Keep your men, all of them, away from here. Unless Xeno brings them with him, I don’t want to see them around here again.”

Throwing my phone across the counter, part of me hopes it’ll break as I round the corner and join Jo again in the living room.

She went back to sleep right after her shower yesterday, and I’m worried she’s slipping back into depression.

We haven’t lost Alastair again, not yet, but I can see the faith disappearing from her eyes with each passing day.

The longer it goes on the more hopeless it feels.

Speaking to Papa destroyed my good mood, but I shove it away when her pretty blue eyes glance up at me. If all I can offer Jo right now is myself, that’s exactly what I’ll give her.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, dragging me in for a kiss. She's been very hot and cold the last few days, and we’re both struggling with how we should feel now that Alastair’s soon to be back in prison.

Focusing on my wife, I let concerns about Massimo and everything else slip away. I grip the back of her head and hold her to me, deepening the kiss, and Jo whines as I drag her on top of me.

“Am I not enough anymore?” I ask, tugging her back from my lips. There’s no hostility in my voice; it’s a genuine question. When we aren’t pressed together anymore I can see her hands, and one rests beside her leg like she was reaching for someone else.

She drops her gaze, letting her forehead rest against mine.

Her voice is soft, hurt, when she speaks.

“This is us. But not all of us. I can feel the holes again, like when Alastair was violently ripped away the first time. My heart was full of hate back then, but now… now we’re missing two pieces of the four.

You and I together are so, so good. But we’re the best with our other half. ”

I stroke my hand down her cheek, brushing back her fringe and loosening my hold on the back of her head. “I can feel it too. Like we’re missing parts of ourselves.”

Jo nods, sinking further into me. Her legs open, settling her pussy firmly against me. Even if we’re talking, the feel of her heat makes my cock awaken. She wastes no time kissing me again.

If we don’t have our other pieces, we’ll have to make up for it ourselves.

She reaches for my shirt, and I help her work it off before grabbing the hem of her sundress and pulling it off. She’s not hiding behind all of her layers anymore, and when the dress slips off there isn’t a stitch of clothing beneath.

“You’re the best part of me,” I tell her, and her gaze softens for a moment before she kisses me again. Her fingers are already messing with the pants I wore to bed, and I slide my hands down to tease her clit.

She gasps into my mouth at the same time she frees my cock, and I moan back. Her pussy is already getting wet, and as her hand pumps me I slip a finger inside her.

Jo pulls back, tossing her head as she moans. Her hips follow my movements, her hand tightening on my cock, and she braces her opposite hand on my chest as I slide another finger inside her.

“I may not have three cocks,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around her throat, “but I can still make you see the stars all by myself, Trauma.”

She grins as I fuck her with my hand, hers fisting me hard and fast as she strokes me. We’re not in this for the romance right now; we haven’t had sex since the cabin. This is going to be rough and quick and full of need.

“Please, Husband,” she gasps, and that’s all it takes to have her lining me up with her entrance. With my hand on her throat I push into her, watching the way her eyes roll as I fill her pussy in one strong stroke. The moan that leaves her sounds like fucking heaven.

“As you wish,” I grunt, pounding up into her body. The position reminds me too much of the cabin, though she was facing away from me then. It just pisses me off that the memories won’t go away, and I release her throat to grip her waist. “Hold on.”

Jo yelps when I stand, her weight forcing her down the entire length of my cock. Her moans are louder, her hands coming to dig into the back of my neck as she kisses me.

Snapping my hips forward, I swallow every sound she makes. Jo swirls her hips as I move, making me hit the perfect spot inside her that makes her tremble.

“Yes, there,” she hisses, pulling back to meet my gaze. “Vinny, there, right there-”

Someone pounds on the front door, and all at once I forget about her moans to spin and press her to the wall. My eyes fly to the couch where my gun is, but I could let go of Jo and lunge for it -

“Vinny, Jo!” Sterling calls through the door, banging on it again. “I could hear you from the steps! Open up.”

My eyes meet Jo’s before looking at the windows. We’ve had the curtains closed all afternoon so no one can see us from the yard. Licking my lips, I glance back at her. My cock is somehow harder now as she pants. “Sterling’s here.”

Her hooded eyes meet mine, and she swallows. “Let him in.”

I hesitate, because if any of his team members are with him we most certainly don’t want them catching us like this. I press into her again, making her twitch against the wall. “Unless you want to come in and help us finish, you better wait!”

There’s surprise across Jo’s face, her mouth falling open at my words. I keep my grip tight on her hips, darting my gaze between her and the wall. “Did you just-”

The door opens before she can finish her sentence, both of our gazes darting over to it. Sterling walks in and slams the door shut, looking like he just walked out of the shower with his dripping wet hair.

Our gazes meet, his eyes dancing between the two of us. At this point, Sterling walking in during sex is becoming a habit. He has his gun and badge with him, but his shirt is buttoned one button off and there’s a wild look in his eyes that I’m unfamiliar with.

Jo leans into me, her tongue flicking across the shell of my ear. “You invited him in. The lube is in the drawer-”

She moans when I pull her off the wall, pivoting towards him. His hands go to the collar of his shirt, but there’s still a veil of uncertainty there that we’re going to deny him. “The drawer. Get it open.”

“Ever tried anal?” Jo asks, leaning her head back as I fuck her. Without the wall it’s harder, but with another body pushing against my movements it’ll be easier in a minute.

“Once,” Sterling says, moving quickly around the room. I don’t know what he’s doing here, but if he’s jumping in I’m positive his team isn’t close by.