Don't You See

“Wow,” she whispers when we finally break apart.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I had every intention of rescuing you,” I whisper in her ear. She leans her head back and laughs. God, how I’ve missed that laugh.

“I rescued myself, Fabrizio, but thanks for the sentiment,” she says, trying to catch her breath.

“An independent woman. I like that. Who’s this?” I stare at her, running my hands up and down her arms.

“This is Marco. He helped me. Kept me safe. He’s with us now.”

“Nice to meet you, Marco,” I say shaking his hand around her back.

“You too, Mr. Vitali. Where should I go? I am sure you two have some catching up to do,” Marco says.

“That we do. Go to the back door and tell Frank I said to fix you up,” I say without taking my eyes off of my girl. He continues up the driveway and I am alone with Fawn. My Fawn. I had seriously thought that I’d never see her again, but here she is, standing mere inches from me and I there’s no way I can keep my hands off of her.

“I am going to kill every last Santucci if it’s the last thing I do,” she says, surprising me.

“I will take care of that, baby.”

“Promise me, right now, Zio. Junior is mine. When the time comes, whether it’s tomorrow or forty years from now, Junior is mine.”

“Deal, baby, deal.” I tell her. I never would have thought that her being a badass would be so fucking hot, but it is. Stepping a little closer to her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. There are no more words spoken between us before I take her lips with mine. When she moans, I deepen the kiss. “I am seconds away from fucking you right here, Fawn,” I groan as I finally release her after who knows how long.

“That wouldn’t be ideal. I’d kill for a hot shower and something to eat,” she says giggling. I was so focused on the fact that she was standing in front of me, alive and well that I forgot about all she must have gone through.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry. Of course, let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”

“My parents? Giada?” she asks as I lead her to my car.

“I’ll get them over here,” I say as I swing around and head back up to the house. I hold her hand as I take her into my rooms.

“Is this where we’ll live?” she asks, looking around the space. I have a large bedroom as well as a private bathroom.

“At least for a while. I have a house being built on the grounds, but that stopped when you went missing. We can rent a house somewhere else for now if you don’t want to stay here.”

“I just want to be wherever you are, Fabrizio,” she says, as I take her hand and pull her toward me.

“Fuck yeah, Fawn. I don’t know what you thought was happening here, but you are never leaving my sight again, cara mia. Not now, not ever.”

“I’m good with that,” she replies, undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, deftly. “You know I don’t have to shower alone…” she trails off.

“Fuck baby. You are so fucking beautiful. I’m so glad you are home. Let me help you out of these clothes,” I tell her, pulling the frayed string on her before pulling them down her legs.

“Fabrizio, please,” she moans as my fingers trail up her legs. I can’t help gripping her thigh before standing back up. She’s pantyless. I would think that this would excite me, instead I am enraged. Worried for her.

“Did they do anything to you?” I ask, my voice choked and my fists are clenched at my sides.

“No. Marco was very nice to me. Junior Santucci had every intention of marrying me before you did, but he wasn’t there yet. I never even met the guy. I don’t understand the logic in his choices. He kidnapped me. He had to know that was war. No way in hell my father would ever let him have a seat at the table.”

“That motherfucker probably thought he would be the top dog after this stunt. He’s about to be six feet under,” I seethe.

“Let’s not think about him now, Fabrizio,” she says, opening the clasp on my pants, they fall to the floor. Then she pulls her shirt over her head and her firm tits bounce free as she does so. My mouth is watering and my cock is hard. I shouldn’t be thinking about my dick at a time like this, but I can’t help it. She is so gorgeous and she’s all fucking mine.

I grab her left hand, noticing she’s still wearing the engagement ring I gave her.

“You still have this on,” I murmur looking into her eyes. There are tears swimming there.