A Love Restored

Got you some champagne.” Nico sings, handing me a glass. Do you want to dance or eat first?”

I glare at him.

Food it is.” Nico mumbles, shaking his head.

I look around the room for familiar faces. Don and Donna are talking to an important looking man. Consigliere Emilio is at the bar with Bethany. I wonder where Gabriel and Remi Ajax are? They still haven’t gotten here…….

I tug at Nico’s sleeve. “Let’s go say hi to your mom?

He shrugs and start towards Bethany and Consigliere Emilio, who are talking in hushed whispers. When Bethany spots us she pulls away and waves,

“Hi, Bethany.” I say, and she pulls me into a hug, gushing about how pretty I supposedly look. It doesn’t matter. The one I dressed up for doesn’t care.

“Consigliere Emilio.” I nod curtly at the scary man, who doesn’t waste time and asks suddenly, I suppose you have done the task Mariano asked you to

do

Fuck this shit.

neet you? When?

“What task?” Nico speaks up from behind me. ‘Did Zio meet you?

I shake my head. “Something about the shop. I tell him, and hope to hell that Consigliere won’t deny it and tell him the truth. He doesn’t. “I’m working

on it.” I tum to

Nico’s father. “Oh, I can see that.” He says.

Bethany nudges his side. “Be nice, Emilio

He scowls. “Come on, Bethy. Let’s dance.”

Once they have left Nico snaps at me. “What

t about th

the shop?”

1 gape at him. How rude. But I know its not on purpose, 1 think he has a hunch, or at least a feeling.

Just something. It doesn’t matter.”

I don’t know.” He sighs. “I feel weird about this.”

“You’re crazy.” I roll my eyes. “It’s nothing.” He nods, “Hey, why don’t you get something to eat while I go talk to some people?”

Sounds good. I really want the caviar I spotted a while ago. “Sure.” I smile. Til just stay here and finish my drink first.”

I drink my champagne, then I get another glass, as I watch Julian mingle with the people as he moves around the room. Capo Bastone. The power that

shines off him is

so obvious. Also, where is his date Georgia? Doesn’t seem that important now,

As I’m watching Julian, a man with cropped black hair comes to stand beside me and orders an Old Fashioned for himself.

“You really need some booze at this shit.” He says out of nowhere. I look sideways. He looks nice–friendly. He’s tall and looks like he works out. Of course, since he is in the mada,

“I feel you.” I mumble.

“Santino Martinez.” He says, reaching

g out to shake my hand. “Are y

I nod. “Ginevra Esposito.”

you Italian?”

The bartender hands him his drink and he takes a hungry gulp. “Why are you standing alone?” His smile is cocky. “You’re the prettiest girl in the room.”

Chapter 137.

“Is that why you’re here?”

Santino chuckles. “I could be. Do you want to dance? I’m known for my moves.”

Oh well…

“She’s with me.”

“She’s spoken for,”

Julian and Nico have appeared out of nowhere and are glaring at Santino.

“I’m outta here.” He says, “Not getting between this.”

Once Santing has left, Nico and Julian glare at each other.

“I had it un

it under control. Nico grits out. Julian is holding my wrist in a loose grip. When Nico looks at his hand, his grip tightens, I wince,

“You fucking left her alone.” Julian snaps. “What a fucking great date.

“Capo Bastone.” I whisper, and tug my hand free. “He just asked me to dance, that’s it.”

The look Julian gives me is probably called shut–the–fuck–up–or–i’m–going–to–spank you right here. I shrink back a little,

“She’s my date. You didn’t have to claim her, Dante.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Nien angry li

like this. It’s strange.

Julian ignores him. He grabs my hand and looks down into my eyes,

yes, “You’re coming with me, Ginevra. We need to have a talk.”

“Wh-“Nico is cut off as Julian drags me along out of the room, and into a deserted hallway. It’s dark and no ones there. I wonder how he always seems to find places like this.

Julian pushes my against a wall. His hands entangle in my hair, painfully so, and his mouth slants on mine. He’s kissing me with feral hunger. Like a starved man. Like I am water in and he’s been stuck in a desert.

you. I think. I wish I could say this to him. But I know he doesn’t love me, not yet. Probably not ever,

Julian pulls back to draw a breath. I expect him to get back to kissing me, but his hold tightens, and he brings his head closer to mine, whispering in my ear menacingly, “What the fuck are you wearing, Ginevra? I’ve been wanting to rip this dress ever since I saw you in it.”

My heart sinks. He doesn’t like it..

“I – “I stutter, “I thought you’d like it.”

“Like it?” He rasps, pressing a small kiss on the nape of my neck. “I fucking love it, Ginevra. So do all the other men here.”

He reaches down and cups my pussy through my dress. “This is mine.” His words are a staccato. “And everyone in the fucking room wants it.”

Yes. Yes. Yes. All yours.

They’re n

never going to get

“Damn right they won’t.” He says, pressing hard. My God, I have half a mind to grind on his fucking hand.

“Kiss me.” I tell him. He doesn’t. “Please, Capo Bastone.”

Julian shakes his head. “You pranced into this room with Nico, matching outfits, and he looks at you like he’s fucking claimed you.” The anger, the wrath in Julians calm voice chills me to the core. He’s mad, and I’m going to hear its brust. The thought turns me on. “You won’t fucking be on his arm ever again. I let him get away with it this time. Never again, Ginevra. You’re mine.”

I nod. “Always been y

yours

“Then why didn’t you come with me?” Julian strokes the front of my neck with his fingers, then suddenly grabs it. His hold is not tight, but it’s enough.

I realise Julian isn’t just angry. He’s hurt.

“I haven’t told Nico about us yet.” I whisper. “I haven’t told anyone.”

“I’m going to take care of that, Ginevra. I told you we’d keep it low. But with the stunt you just pulled, I don’t think so,”

“You brought someone,

, too.” 1 My argument is weak. “Georgina.”

“You think I give a fuck about that bitch?” Julian growls. “I don’t even remember her fucking name.”

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, looking up into his hard eyes. I know how it looked. I was being a child. I know appearances matter. But I told anyone who asked that we’re just friends.” When Julian’s eyes soften, I know I’ve gotten to him.

“Get down on your knees.” He orders, roughly. My eyes widen. “Someone will begin, but a sharp, repetition of the command silences me, and I sink to my knees

I keep my eyes downcast. Submissive. I reach for his fly, thinking that he wants a blow job, but he steps back.

*Who do you belong to, darlin‘? Julian questions,

Oh. He has me kneeling because its put me in a submissive position. Submissive to him.

“You, Capo Bastone.” In moments like this it doesn’t seem right to say his name. So, I never do.

“Stand up” He says gruffly. I hurry to stand and look at him. He kisses me long and hard. Sweet and soft. “I can’t fuck you right now,” He says. “But I’m going to play. And you’re going to let me.”

As if I’d say no.

“Spread your legs and hold your dress at your waist.” I comply, wishing I’d worn something shorter.

“Let’s hope for your sake you ‘re not wearing panties.”

Iglegle, “Who goes around without underwear?”

Julian’s fingers make it inside of me, pushing my thong to the side and I spread my legs wider on instinct. “You, from now on.”

Ch.

Julian’s fingers move fast, pumping in and out of me. He’s had years of practice, he’s such an expert. Good for me. I close my eyes, trying to keep in my

moans.

“Look at me.” Julian says, then kisses me hard. “Look at me while I make you come, darlin. My eyes fly open, and I’m gazing into his blue and green orbs, his expression lustful as he gazes back at me. “No one’s ever gonna fuck you like I do. No one can you make you come like this.”

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“Oh God.” I let out a string of curses as I ride out my orgasm on his hand. He pulls back and licks his fingers.

“There’s more for you when you come home with me, tonight.” Julian smiles. “Now, dolcezza, you owe me a dance.”

After this? I don’t think I could even walk.