The Mafia Contract Series

WINTER

I have so much time to make up with Alessandro. It’s like a physical ache that won’t decline. When he leaves me, I am waiting for him to return. I always want him beside me, almost as if I can’t operate when he’s not around.

When he left with Ivan, I experienced a physical pull to go and find him. It scares me a little because I shouldn’t be dependent on a man so soon. Maybe it’s because he was the first person I saw when I woke up. Or it could be something stronger than that. It’s as if I was always meant to be by his side and I’m guessing it started at Rockwell Academy.

Alessandro runs us a deep, hot bath, in the awesome bathroom attached to his room. The tub is black, and the taps are gold. Some may say it’s garish. I love it. The black towels look brand new and the dark travertine tiles are warm beneath my feet. Subtle lighting creates a welcoming ambiance and if I could, I would lock the door and stay here for the foreseeable future.

Club Mafia is my happy place because they are here. The men I will dedicate my life to who have proven their loyalty more than I dared wish for.

Every single one of them holds a special place in my heart and as I sit in front of Alessandro, with the deep water lapping around us, I lean back and sigh with contentment.

As he soaps away the day, I say softly, “Moments don’t come more perfect than this one.”

His low laugh settles against my ear. “This is your perfect moment? Here I am thinking it was when I fucked you hard against the wall.”

I giggle, loving hearing the sound. I can’t remember the last time I heard it and as I nestle into those strong, powerful arms, I whisper, “I love you, Alessandro.”

He stills behind me and then his lips graze my neck and as I turn to face him, I stare into two pools of tenderness I wasn’t expecting to see. His lips brush against mine and he says softly, “Ti amo, baby girl.”

He deepens the kiss and as the water laps against us, our tongues clash and our hearts beat faster. Words are unnecessary in the heat of the moment.

He fists my hair and holds my head in place and as he devours my aching lips, it’s as if I’m balancing on the edge of heaven. I feel his cock rock hard against my stomach, and with a wicked smile, I pull back and shift so I’m straddling him, my breasts dragging against his chest as the water rains down them. As I slide on top of him, his groan of pleasure matches my own and just the sensation of him inside me causes my heart to go into freefall. As I cup his handsome face, I stare with a hunger that will never get old at the man of my dreams who woke me from a nightmare.

Slowly, I move up and down, staring into his eyes the entire time, and it’s the most amazing experience in the world. I am making love to my man, and I never expected it to be so good.

He cups my chin and forces my lips to his and the leisurely way he tastes me makes me moan into his mouth and breaking away, he drops his head and takes my nipple into his mouth and rolls it around his tongue, while pulling me in harder from behind.

I am officially in heaven as I fuck Alessandro in the tub and the sound of the water lapping over the edge adds drama to an occasion that really doesn’t need any.

Rather than give into the orgasm that’s never far away, I whisper, “Bed. Now!”

His low chuckle makes me grin as we step from the tub, dripping with water and need. Then we head straight into the bedroom to drench the silk sheets with a lot more than the water dripping from our bodies.

I lie back and stretch out my hands over my head as he settles between my thighs and forces them as wide as possible. I feel incredibly sexy right now and not embarrassed, as I always thought I would. Sex with Alessandro is an act of nature that will happen despite the obstacles thrown in our way and as he licks my need from deep inside me, I gasp at the pure pleasure that drips between my thighs.

“You taste so sweet, baby.”

His muffled groan makes me smile and as he spreads me wider and sucks my clit, I don’t ever want this to end. So many emotions are playing out right now and none of them include fear. How can I fear anything when I’m with him? He’s everything to me, and I only feel safe when he’s around.

As he works his way up my body, he bites, licks and sucks every inch of my skin and as he reaches my mouth, I love how I taste on his lips. Then, staring into my eyes, he slides in deep and the intensity flashing in his dark, turbulent eyes should scare me, but they only wrap me in comfort because I’m with him.

We fuck, we talk, and we fuck again. The night turns to day and, true to his word, sleep has played no part in this.

I don’t think there is one part of him I don’t explore and as I circle the scar on his chest just above his heart, I whisper, “How did this happen?”

“Club Mafia.”

His low, husky voice sends a shiver down my spine as I look at the raised edges and gently press my lips to honor it.

“Tell me what happened.”

He twirls my hair in his fingers as I stare into his eyes, and he grins. “The night you left we made a vow.”

“We?”

He nods. “The five of us and Baron came along for the ride.”

“Baron?” The name seems familiar and he can obviously sense my mind working because he waits for me to speak.

“I know that name.”

“What do you know?”

“He saved me.”

“How?” Alessandro looks confused and I smile at the memory that probably saved my life.

“I’m not sure how, but it was his words that kept me going. I can hear them now as clear as the day he said them.”

As I stare into Alessandro’s eyes, it’s another man’s face I see, back at the party when he offered me his advice. I am transported back to Rockwell and know those words were the most meaningful of my life, and I repeat them to Alessandro.

“Learn how to survive and always look for their weakness because there always is one. Then use that to your advantage to get what you want. The element of surprise is a powerful weapon, and I’m guessing you can learn to wield it where it will do the most damage.”

“I don’t understand.” He appears confused and I smile happily, remembering the conversation as if it were yesterday.

“We were talking about my life after Rockwell Academy. I was afraid of what the future held and confided in him about my fears. I was resigned to the fact I couldn’t change my future, and those words were his response to that. Somehow, I have repeated those words like a mantra for the past two years, always looking for my opportune moment. Then it happened.”

“What do you remember?” Alessandro’s voice is measured, but his eyes glitter with rage as I drag out another dark part of my soul into the light.

“I remember the confusion. A restaurant perhaps. Massimo was angry; there was chaos everywhere. He was distracted, he was never distracted, and I remember telling myself this was it. The opportune moment to escape, and so I took the box from his jacket that was hanging on the chair, knowing that whatever was concealed in the syringe would be potentially lethal. I didn’t even stop to think and while he was shouting, I drove the needle straight into his neck.”

I exhale sharply. “I was so scared, Alessandro. It was as if I could die at any moment, and then there is no recollection of what happened after that.”

He nods. “You fell. He stumbled toward you, and took you down with him, hitting your head on the table as you went down.”

“So, it was me.”

I am strangely euphoric as I stare with delight into his eyes. “I brought him down, just like Baron promised me I could. My opportune moment tipped the balance and set me free. I remember.”

The relief is enormous as I register what I did. Nobody else. Me. It’s an indescribable sensation knowing I am the one responsible for my freedom and it empowers me in a way I wasn’t expecting. It’s as if the fog clears and I step into the sunshine. Tearing free from the chains holding me in place. I was the master of my own destiny and yet…”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I must frown because Alessandro says with concern, “What is it?”

“I don’t know.” I stare at him with confusion.

“I should be happy. It’s over. I won.”

“It is.”

He smiles his reassurance, but there’s something heavy weighing me down inside. An ache that grows stronger by the day that is promising to burst my bubble in a devastating way.

Trying to shake it from my head, I force a smile onto my face.

“It’s good. All is good. Anyway, finish your story. Tell me about the scar.”

I trace my fingers over the jagged edges and love how imperfect it is. Much like him, beautiful in its madness.

“We simulated removing our hearts for the battle ahead.”

I wasn’t expecting that, and I stare at him in shock. “You did what?”

He laughs softly. “Flynn had a claw shaped blade and one by one we scratched our skin deep enough to draw blood and as the blood spilled onto the paper, we signed a contract in blood to bring you home to us.”

“Oh my god.” I’m so shocked and he shrugs as if it was of no consequence.

“We all did it. We called it The Contract and the most important mission in life after Rockwell was setting about bringing you home.”

“How?”

“Marrying for power. One by one, we would marry into rival families to make an army. The hardest thing of all was waiting for the plan to come together, knowing you were suffering with him.”

He looks so tormented my heart physically hurts and I drop a light kiss on his lips and whisper, “Thank you.”

He kisses me deeply with an intensity that heats my blood, knowing how far they were prepared to go to rescue me.

The time for talking is put on hold because it’s actions that count now and this time we make love with an intensity that shocks me a little because being here with Alessandro at last dulls the pain of my past.