No Boundaries

That pissed me off. I just had ended some kid because of Armani's business. I wanted to finish the job. “No, Pops, I got this one. I want to meet with him. I want this to end. I need to know if the Agnellis are here.”

“So you know if they’re coming for you? Fine.”

“Fine.”

My father shook his head. He looked older than I remembered. Wrinkled lines creased around his dark blue eyes. He was aging, fast. Maybe that was why he had put so much trust in Marco while I was away: he needed a second. Someone to help him run things. I hadn't been there for him. I felt like a failure.

He sighed heavily. “Fine, fine. Marco, what did you do during this little conversation?”

Marco moved out from behind me. “I shot two guys. One is dead, the other’s injured. I threw them in the water with their leader. If the one guy can swim, good for him. But I doubt it.”

“They Italian?”

We shook our heads. “Don't know. Neither of them spoke.”

“This kid, he look like an Agnelli? No accent then?”

“No, definitely not Agnelli. He was too dark.”

“So no firm connection, you’re sure it really ties back to Armani?”

He didn’t want to believe his friend was a liar. But he was. “Yes Pops, it does.”

By the next morning, we hadn't heard anything. Pops set a time to meet with Armani and go over what happened. I was just hoping we would be able to sniff out the rat if there was one.

I drove home exhausted; sleeping on the couch at the club didn't really give me the best night’s sleep. After dealing with the family drama last night, I now needed to deal with my own shit. I needed to know what wa

s going on with Vienna. With the whole Agnelli clan. Was she setting me up?

I looked at my phone, at her last message. The lingerie was still fresh in my mind and I realized there was nothing I wanted to do more than to put my face between her legs. Listening to her moan and scream out my name. I fucking loved the way she screamed my name. It just made it so I never wanted to stop.

I needed answers, but they’d have to wait. Until after I fucked her brains out.

I took the stairs two at a time. As soon as I was in the apartment, I tossed off my jacket and removed my tie. I walked into the bedroom to find her still sleeping. Her round ass was just peeking out from beneath the covers, and she was still in the sexy number that she had sent me some pictures of the night before. Her dark hair fell onto the white sheets. As I took off my shoes, she stirred.

19

Vienna

“You’re home,” I said, barely awake. I needed to pull myself together. I had to tell him the truth about why I was back, about the baby.

He crossed the room in only three strides. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing my feet. Slowly, he moved his hands up the back of my legs and reached my ass. His broad hands continued to massage my skin. He pulled the sheets to the right to expose more of my thin white thong. He smacked my ass playfully and I knew what was coming.

All night, I dreamed of him, of us being together. Beautiful predictions of our future equally matched with fantasy sex. His throbbing cock inside me, spilling his seed.

I liked being owned.

He stood up and took off his shirt. Each time I saw his chest I couldn’t help but stare. He had just the right amount of muscles, where everything was so defined. He unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt.

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

I turned over and pushed my ass up into the air. I wanted him to take me, to take every part of me.

I pulled my hair over to the side and looked back at him as he stepped out of his pants and pulled down his boxer briefs. I felt the bed move under his weight as he climbed behind me. He took his hands and spread my knees a little wider and gently teased me by running his hands over my core.

“You’re already wet.”

“I might have been dreaming about you before you came home.”