Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Matteo and I said in one voice.
Gambini snorted in amusement. “Not so fast, boys. Omerta is our code of silence and honor. We don’t rat on our friends and we always keep our mouth shut, no matter what. You must honor that oath. Breaking Omerta is punishable by death, you understand?”
“I do,” I said with a swift nod.
“Yeah,” Matteo spoke, stepping closer to me.
“Good,” he nodded, standing between me and my cousin. “Remember this, boys. In case you break that oath, there’s no place in the world where we can’t find you. Torello, do the honors.”
His capo standing up, he reached into his jacket. My eyes were glued to the object in his grasp. It was a rather long blade with a silver handle, polished to perfection.
“This oath is sealed in blood,” Torello said, flipping the knife around. Holding it by the blade, he handed it over to me.
I didn’t utter a word. It was time for the messy part. Compared to everything else Matteo and I had done, though, it was easy.
I set the blade down into my palm. I sensed its double edge against my fingers as I clutched in my grasp. With a firm grip around the handle, I began to slide it back. I watched drops of my blood drip off the heel of my palm. They formed a trail and began to fall on the floor, in the narrow gap between my shows. Just then, the two capos, Rocco and Gambini put their hands together. I took my eyes off my bleeding skin to look over at them. They were all smiling and flashing me glances of appreciation, Gambini approaching me. He spread his arms out to the side, Torello then holding his hand out.
“Welcome,” Gambini said, his arms locking around my upper back. I left the knife in Torello’s hand and returned the gesture, my bleeding hand staying well away from his fancy suit.
“Thank you,” I told him, my heart singing in my chest. I’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. I had bled for it. I had been shot at. Damn, I had suffered too much to consider abandoning this goal. I looked at the men around me, no longer feeling like an outcast. I was one of them now. I would be under the organization’s wing, just like Matteo would. At last, we would be untouchable. Nobody was going to mess with us, unless they had a death wish.
38
PIPER
I woke up in the morning, feeling on top of the world.
I could still smell my men’s scents. I could still feel lots of pressure between my legs. I could remember the look in their eyes while they conquered my body. The lust all over their faces. Their hunger, a hunger that only I could quench. I was also a bit sore, but that little detail wasn’t going to spoil my mood.
Nevertheless, this was just the physical part. One could say that we had all acted on impulse. We got carried away and surrendered to the moment. It was something natural—a product of the tension we had all been carrying.
The emotional part was astonishing.
I stayed in between Cesare and Leonardo, purring like a kitty. Neither of them said a thing. They didn’t complain about each other’s presence. And, once I’d had enough of their cuddles, I jumped back into the pool where Matteo had been waiting for me. He took me in his arms, and I rested my head on his chest, plunging deeper into a sensation of closeness. Even then, none of those three did anything to convey annoyance or jealousy. They just teased each other, remaining in a relaxed mood.
As for me? I didn’t interject.
I didn’t open my mouth once during the time we spent in that basement. I just left them to it. I had no reason or motive to meddle with them. It was so much more enjoyable to just listen to them. Besides, the only couple of times where we had been alone in the same room, had been very tense indeed. The first one was on the night that Leo got shot. The second was when they decided to confront me. This change in the atmosphere had been most welcome. We had known tension. Now was the time for us to relax and enjoy ourselves.
I made myself some coffee, unable to stop thinking about one of my recent conversations with Maggie. In particular, one of her statements.
“I really hope you get what I have with Rocco, Julian and Slater.”
Was I going to? Well, I was certainly on the right track. My men were unbelievably tight. They had no problem sharing me; they seemed to love every minute of it. There was an emotional connection as well. It had been there before we went wild in Maggie’s mansion. If that wasn’t true, they would never have risked their own lives to protect me. So, I had every reason to believe that I would soon get my own “sexy chunk of heaven” as Maggie had called it. All I had to do was wait and see for myself if I’d get to keep them all in my life. Of course, I had to try hard. I had to work on my relationship with them every single day, but that didn’t scare me one bit. They would be worth it.