“Good. Now I want you to do something for me.” She nods again, moaning. “I want you to put your dirty little fingers on your clit and play with yourself. A little show as Amadeo waits his turn while I fuck your tight cunt.”
She does as she’s told, and I hold her to me as I take her. Amadeo tugs his shirt off popping some buttons in his haste as he moves across the room to watch her play with herself, her moans and gasps melting into one as I thrust, holding tight to her. She comes before I’ve really gotten started. She’s a ball of nerves already, alternately begging for more and begging me to stop. I let her drop to her hands and shift my focus to watch my cock disappear inside her, and when I’m ready to come, I hook a finger into her other hole and watch her collapse on the bed, panting as she comes again, squeezing my dick and my finger as I release inside her.
I draw out, come spilling down her thighs, and step away. Amadeo takes his place behind her, and she protests, but I take her face in my hands and kiss her. Her hands cover mine.
“Are you ready for me, Dandelion?” He adjusts her position so her hips are tilted at the right angle. I know the moment he pushes into her ass when she whimpers into my mouth, her fingernails digging into my wrists as she stretches to take the thickest part of him.
“Relax. Open for him.”
“I… can’t take more.”
“You can. You will. Look at me.”
She holds tight to me, eyes huge, and I watch her expression change as pain turns to pleasure. Amadeo finds his rhythm, stretching her slowly, then, once she’s ready, taking her hard as she cries out, orgasm overtaking her as she holds tight to me with one hand, the other stretched back to take Amadeo’s.
When it’s finished and he pulls out, we clean her and lie together on the bed, the three of us with our Dandelion in the middle. She kisses my mouth, then turns to Amadeo and kisses his. He holds her gaze, and I think about the things Amadeo told me about his visit to Tilbury. What they did to her. What she did.
“What did he tell you about me?” she asks in a near whisper as if reading my mind.
“Nothing that matters, Dandelion. Close your eyes. No one’s ever going to hurt you again. You’re safe now.”
She blinks, and I think she’s going to ask a question, but something gives inside her. I can almost see it. She nods, closes her eyes. Maybe it’s easier this way. I hope so because I don’t ever want her to remember what happened to her. And I’m grateful when her face and body relax, and she drifts off to sleep.
We leave Vittoria to sleep while we make our plans.
“Lucien Russo has vanished into thin air,” Amadeo says.
“Expected as much. He’ll reappear once we’re gone.”
Amadeo nods. “Dominic’s men will keep an eye on that. But that’s not priority right now.”
“Dandelion.”
He nods. “I want her out of this city. Out of his reach.”
She’s due at Brady’s office at the end of the afternoon to sign the paperwork that will transfer her inheritance.
Amadeo told me about what he’d learned. Described the video he’d seen, and I can imagine the ones he didn’t. We’re now scrolling through page after page of Russo’s undeveloped properties to find the one where those men had taken her. I swear Russo owned half the East Coast.
“He’d have had her guarded,” Amadeo says. “No way two men could just get to her.”
We need to find out their names, but we’ve been through death notices and police incidents for a month around the time she was admitted as an inpatient of Tilbury, but nothing matches what we need. Although it’s not surprising. I’m thinking Russo had the bodies disposed of and everything neatly covered up.
“She always seemed a little off, but do you think it’s been worse since what happened in Naples?”
“Yeah, I do. And it makes sense. Let’s get the paperwork signed today and get her back to Italy. She’ll stay at the Ravello house. I want to find out what happened exactly. Find the property and see who had access.”
“Who had access to what?”
We both turn to find Vittoria standing in the entryway of the dining room. It’s an open floor plan so no doors.
“You have to stop creeping up on people, Dandelion,” I tell her. She’s showered, wet hair braided on either side of her face. She’s wearing jeans and a close-fitting T-shirt with a pair of Chucks. No makeup on her face. She is stunning.
“I’m not creeping,” she says. “You two were so involved in whatever you’re looking at you didn’t hear me.”
She walks toward us, and Amadeo closes the laptop as we both stand. She looks at it, then at us. “Who had access to what?”
Amadeo looks her over and nods. “You look well rested.”
“Well fucked you mean.”
“Well fucked,” he says, smiling.
I watch the two of them. I’m not jealous, per se. I was, but it’s gone. But they have something I don’t. Those rings on their fingers.
When I shift my gaze to Vittoria, I see she’s watching me. I’m not sure if she’s conscious of the motion as she turns her wedding band around while holding my gaze.
“Once I sign the papers, I’ll fly home?”
“Home?” I ask, surprised.
She shakes her head like it was just a mistake. “To Italy. To get Emma.”
“To get her?” Amadeo asks.
She shifts her gaze to him. Her smile vanishes. “You said after I signed, you’d let us go.”
He said what? I look to my brother, curious about his answer.
Amadeo sighs. “I want to be sure you’re both safe, Vittoria.”
She shakes her head. “No. We had an agreement. You said you’d set us free after you get what you want.”
He said what?
“The shares, control of the company, all of my money, it’s yours. I have nothing else to give you.”
“When it’s time, I will set you free. You have my word.”
She snorts. “Your word means less and less. I’m going to get Emma, and we’re leaving. That’s the end of that.” She turns to walk away, but Amadeo goes after her, catching her arm, and spins her around.
“You’ll go when it’s safe. Not before.”
She tries to tug free, but he doesn’t let her go. “And who will decide when it’s safe? Let me guess. You?”
“Vittoria—”
“No. Dandelion. Just call me Dandelion.” She tries again to tug free.
“Vittoria.”
“What?” she snaps.
He touches her face, tilting her chin up so she looks at him, and I’m surprised at this gentle touch. This caring side of my brother that I rarely see. He’s only this caring with our mother, if I think about it.
“What?” she asks, tone a little quieter. I wonder if she’s affected by that tenderness.
But before he can answer, Bruno turns the corner, and the moment is gone.
“Time to go,” he announces. “There are two cars with guards downstairs.”
Vittoria takes the opportunity to break free.
“I’ll ride with you,” she tells him. “And then I’m leaving,” she says to Amadeo.