“Please, please,” I beg desperately.
“Come for me, princessa. Come for me,” he demands.
The permission from his lips were the words I needed for my body inside to be set on fire. Waves of simultaneous pleasure sent my body trembling through each one of his thrusts inside of me. Warm wetness dripped down my thighs from coming around him as my body shudders. My orgasm tearing through me like a violent wave. The sensation making my legs shake and tighten against him between them. My legs trembled. My head dizzy. His grimace turned into a peaceful expression as his body stiffened as he erupted inside of me. As his cock pulses inside of me I remember that we are in the middle of nowhere on a dirt path. Our steady even breaths slowly returning to normal. His grip on my hips laxed as he pulled out of me slowly. He pulls my hands away from the handlebars and helps me sit up. I tilt my hips back and forth pulling the fabric of my dress back over my hips before getting off the leather set of his Ducati as he pushes his shaft inside his pants and rezips.
“Fucked on the back of a Ducati. You never cease to amaze me,” I say.
He pulls out a black silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket and hands it to me with a sly smile gracing his lips.
“Si,” Enzo whisper, his face stoic and distracted.
“Thanks,” I say, wiping the wet come off my thighs with the fabric and handing it back to him.
He puts it back into his jacket pocket as I smoothed the fabric of my dress into place. He hands me my helmet off the ground as I push my hair over to one-side as my curls falls over my shoulder.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers.
“Have you done that before?”
“Only with you,” he says, gently putting his lips on mine in a chaste kiss.
* * *
After our ride,he took me back to Duomo Plaza to watch the sunset on the terraces. As the orange vibrant sunset shrouded this magnificent historical masterpiece the city grows clearer, and the buildings grow taller towards the sky. The power of a calm sunset reminds you just how small a part you have of a much bigger picture. My family was gone. Their legacy lost in smoke of a tragic fire. There was nothing else to discover. Enzo told me the truth.
Enzo.
As I glance around the terraces I realized Enzo was nowhere to be found. He took a phone call and stood mere inches away from me a few minutes ago. I hear the sounds of men arguing and my feet take off in its immediate direction. Before I head down the marble stairs leading to the terraces I notice Antonio and Enzo engaged in a heated confrontation. A look of anger I haven’t seen since that night in Venice. I stand flat against the wall out of sight, carefully listening to their conversation below me.
“I know exactly who she fucking is!” Enzo yells angrily.
“Get rid of her before she discovers the truth,” he says, getting mere inches away from Enzo’s face angrily.
“I love her,” he whispers.
“Then you shouldn’t have let me fuck her! You are blinded by pussy,” Antonio spews venomously.
“it’s different. She is different,” he says.
“She is not! Uncle Luis says your time with her is done. You have obligations. I get rid of her just like the other tourists that you decide to fuck and get to close to. You let this bitch in after Elisabetta,” Antonio seethes.
“Don’t you ever say her name! And you stay the fuck away from Amelia,” he demands, his face turning red with boiling anger.
“She will end up in the crosshairs just like Lis,” Antonio says quietly, watching his surroundings.
“Fuck you!” he exclaims, pulling a handgun from behind his back and pointing it directly in the middle of Antonio’s forehead.
The breath into my lungs was jagged and short. Antonio stands there stoically. His face reading no emotion. Enzo’s blank face shows no emotion. His eyes blank.
“If you’re in love with her, she will ruin your whole life, just like her Nonna tried to destroy this family fifty years ago!” Antonio exclaims.
My Nonna?
“Antonio,” he warns, the tip of his gun flesh against his forehead.
“One Capetti loved a Marcelli before, and it was a fucking apocalypse. We can’t allow that to happen again. If she finds out our family were enemies--” Antonio continues.
“Your family!” he yells.
“Your family!” Antonio exclaims, pushing him away from him.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I run down the stairs as Enzo’s grip tightens against the gun in his hand, twitching his finger against the trigger.
“Enzo!” I yell, tears welling in my eyes.
His eyes close and growls deeply to keep his anger at bay.
“Put the gun down,” I say through gritted teeth, my anger boiling to the surface.
He puts his gun on safety before pushing it back in the waistband of his pants behind him. He stuffs his hands inside his pants pockets, his eyes refusing to meet my pointed gaze at him.
“Amelia,” Antonio reasons.
Putting my hand up to silence him, “Don’t even talk to me,” I say, my lips quivering with the emotional overload coming to the surface.
“What is he talking about, Enzo? That’s how you knew who I was?” I ask.
“Fuck,” Enzo breathes, his hand running over his beard as he shifts his posture uncomfortably.
“The Capettis. The citrus orchard,” I say, my voice cracking as the realization dawns on me.
“Armando was Maria’s son,” Antonio said a-matter-of-factly.
“Luis,” I whisper.
“Your Nonno’s brother,” Enzo says, a deep sigh released from his lips.
“My uncle,” I breathe, my mind reeling and barely comprehending the news.