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  “Tash,” Victoria whispered.

  When Natasha didn't answer, Victoria looked over at her. Whereas she would appear normal to most, Victoria recognized Natasha when she was ready to blow. She had to think fast and smart.

  “Look, Katlin, maybe we could pick this up some other time. Or, maybe you can just accept that ass whooping and take it as a lesson to keep your hands off other women’s husbands.”

  With that said, Victoria pulled her 9mm from her purse and held it by the side of her leg. She would have loved the opportunity to beat Katlin’s ass one more time, but she’d put Jack through enough with her almost arrest at Natasha’s birthday party. Victoria couldn’t bear to cause him anymore shame.

  Katlin’s friends stepped back immediately, but Katlin didn't budge. Apparently, Victoria with a weapon wasn't intimidating to Katlin, but her confidence fled when Natasha placed her .45 to Katlin’s temple.

  “Do you want to die today?” Natasha asked in a calm tone.

  “N-n-no,” Katlin stuttered in a whisper as she began to tremble uncontrollably.

  “Good. Then get yo’ ghetto ass friends, and get the fuck out of here.”

  As Katlin backed away looking terrified, Victoria looked around to see if anyone had been watching them. When she didn't notice anyone, she bumped Natasha, urging her to lower her weapon.

  “Come on, Tasha. We need to get out of here.”

  When Katlin and her friends got into their car, Natasha tucked her gun in the back of her jeans and grabbed the shopping cart. Victoria followed her as she pushed the cart towards their car. Natasha looked over at Victoria and laughed.

  “I swear to God, being your friend is like a hardcore, white knuckle, rollercoaster ride,” Natasha declared.

  “Yeah,” Victoria admitted. “It can be a bitch.”

  LUCA

  Tammy shook her head as she pushed the button to end her call. Luca sat at the foot of the bed and stepped into his shoe. “What was that about?” he asked.

  He had only heard a portion of her conversation, but the small part of the conversation that he’d heard mentioned a weapon. Luca was willing to bet that it was Victoria on the other end. Bad shit had a way of finding Victoria. She couldn't seem to catch a break.

  “That was Natasha. She and Victoria almost got jumped.”

  “Jumped?” Luca asked, not understanding the term.

  “Yeah jumped. It means that a group of women wanted to fight them,” Tammy explained.

  Luca was astonished. He looked over at Tammy and asked, “A group of women wanted to have a physical fight with Victoria and Natasha?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I hope it was a large group of women,” Luca chuckled.

  “I know right,” Tammy giggled.

  Luca watched as Tammy stepped into her shoes—a pair of extremely tall heels. His donna was breathtaking. Her long black hair shone like silk, framing creamy, beautiful, dark skin. Luca followed sinful curves, barely contained in a soft pink dress, and struggled to suppress the hard-on that was inevitable. He shifted in his seat and adjusted his growing cock. As if sensing Luca’s eyes roaming her body, Tammy looked up into his eyes.

  “Vieni Oui,” Luca said, patting his lap.

  Tammy stood straight, giving him the most beautiful of smiles, and sauntered over to him. She sat on his lap and placed her small hand on his chest. At her touch, his heart skipped a beat.

  “You look beautiful, Donna.”

  “And you look devilishly sexy, Don Savelli,” Tammy purred.

  She pushed her tight ass against his swelling cock. If Luca hadn't needed to have an important conversation with her, he’d have pulled her dress up and eased into her tight cunt. Luca gripped her hips and held her in place. He couldn't have a real conversation with Tammy if she continued to tease his cock.

  To Luca, Tammy was not only beautiful; she was the very definition of sexy. He had been with many women, but it was only his woman that got his attention and held it. It was Tammy that Luca thought of constantly throughout his busy days. It was her scent, and her scent alone that made his cock stir. With Tammy, self-preservation was no longer Luca’s priority. His priorities had changed. His new reason for living was to love and protect Tammy and David, with his own life if need be, and without hesitation. Tammy did things to Luca that no other woman could. She made him dream of a future that he had never thought possible. She’d made him a father, and soon he would be a husband. With Tammy, Luca was experiencing something that he never thought he would: bliss.

  “What’s up, babe?” Tammy asked softly. “What’s on your mind?”

  Luca looked into her almond browns. In them, he saw concern.

  “It’s about dinner tonight,” Luca started.

  “Okay. What about dinner?”

  Luca had told Tammy that he was taking her to dinner, but he’d left out a few things.

  “I invited your mother,” he confessed.

  Tammy stilled. She stared into Luca’s eyes as if waiting for him to tell her that he was joking. But Luca remained silent.

  “You invited my mother?”

  “Si.”

  “My mother?” Tammy repeated.

  “Si, Bella. I invited your mother to have dinner with us.”

  Tammy stood abruptly and walked across the bedroom. Since she hadn't mentioned Beverly since the night she approached them, Luca had assumed that she wouldn't want to see her. But whenever Tammy discussed her childhood, there was sadness in her eyes, and Luca knew that it was because of her mother’s absence.

  “Luca, why would you invite my mother to dinner?” Her voice was low, but she couldn't hide her anger. Luca hated it when Tammy was unhappy with him, but he did what he thought was best.

  “Bella, she’s your mother. She wanted to see you, and you need to see her.”

  “I don't need shit from her!” Tammy yelled, no longer trying to keep her composure.

  Luca stood and walked over to Tammy. He reached for her, but she stepped out of his reach.

  “Tammy, I didn't make this decision lightly. I thought it would be best if you got the chance to face your mother,” Luca explained.

  “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You to make decisions for me?! I am not your fucking child!” she screamed at him.

  Before Luca could catch himself, he grabbed Tammy by the face and forced her to look up at him. She squeezed her eyes shut, but Luca tightened his grip.

  “Look at me!” he gritted.

  Tammy reluctantly opened her eyes, and Luca could see the hurt and anger in them.

  “You take a good long look at me because I think that you have forgotten who the fuck you were talking to. You will never speak to me that way again, not if you know what’s good for you.”

  Tammy blinked up at him, and the look in her eyes nearly broke Luca’s heart. It wasn't fear; Tammy knew that Luca would never harm her. It was despair. The sadness in her eyes was what broke Luca’s heart. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. Tammy wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest.

  “Je suis désolé, mon amour.” Luca whispered his apology against her hair. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought it would be good for you to see your mother. You're right, Tammy, you're not a child, and I shouldn't have made that decision for you.”

  “It’s okay, Luca. I know what you were trying to do,” Tammy reassured. “I’m sorry for disrespecting you.”

  As he held her, she rubbed his back. It was just like Tammy, Luca thought, to comfort him even though he was the one that had fucked up. Luca grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her forehead. He looked into her eyes. Tears welled, but Tammy refused to let them fall. She was trying to be strong, but she didn't have to be strong with him.

  “I love you, bella, so very much. You know that right?”

  “I know,” she admitted. “I know you do. I love you too.”

  Luca led her back to the chair. He sat and pulled her back onto lap. “I will cancel dinner if you wish,” he tol
d her as his hand caressed her hip.

  Thank you, Luca. I just—I’m just not ready to confront my mother.”

  “Oui. I understand.”

  Tammy smiled and rubbed Luca’s jaw. “It’s funny how you switch from Italian to French whenever you think you're in trouble,” she accused.

  Luca chuckled. Tammy knew him well.

  “Bella, my native tongue is Italian. I speak French with you because it’s your tongue,” Luca lied.

  The truth was…French was the language of love, and he often relied on it to get him out of the dog house.

  “Um-hm. Okay,” Tammy retorted.

  “Do you forgive me, Bella?” Luca asked as he caressed her ass.

  “Oui, mon amour. I forgive you,” Tammy purred.

  Luca returned to his chair, taking Tammy with him. He caressed her ass and kissed her neck, just below her ear. When she released a soft moan, his returning erection began to strain against his zipper. Tammy rolled her hips, grinding against his center and driving Luca mad. He couldn't wait another minute to bury his throbbing cock deep into her warmth. Luca lifted Tammy off his lap and worked feverishly to free his cock from his pants. He squeezed the pulsing head in an attempt to maintain control because if he didn't, he would explode upon entry.

  Tammy pulled her dress up to her waist and slid her panties over her hips and down her legs until they fell to the floor. She stepped out of her panties and stood over Luca. He licked his lips at the sight of her pretty, clean-shaven pussy. Luca pressed his thumb against her swollen clit and massaged. Tammy moaned and struggled to remain standing. Her pussy glistened with the proof of her arousal, and Luca desperately need to taste her. Luca grabbed her ass and pulled her to his face. He licked from pussy to clit, moaning from the sweet, sweet taste of her.

  Luca simply couldn't get enough of Tammy. As if a source of energy, she gave him life. So he devoured her, licking and sucking her clit until her legs began to tremble. Luca braced her hips, pushing and pulling, forcing her to fuck his tongue. Tammy howled melodiously and froze. Luca pulled her down onto his lap and eased inside of her. Tammy was coming, and he wanted to feel her pussy convulsing around his cock.

  “Oh my g…Lucaaa,” she sang when he thrust into her.

  His name from Tammy’s lips was like she’d pushed a start button. She shuddered violently as her orgasm ripped through her. Being able to maintain with her hot pussy contracting around his cock was going to be impossible. Luca closed his eyes tight and tried to concentrate on not coming.

  Tammy’s head fell to his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. Luca wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a hand to her back. With the other, he caressed her resting head. He held her tight and propelled upward. Tammy’s tight pussy pulsated around his cock, urging his own explosion. And although Luca was no minute man, he found himself chasing his own orgasm. With no desire to be gentle, he drove into her with fury until his own breathing became labored.

  “Ahh, Tammy…fuck!” Luca choked. “Gimme my pussy, bella. Umm.”

  Luca pushed upward while yanking Tammy down on his dick. Happily encased in her warmth, his loud grunts drowned out her soft whimpers. He was nearing his own explosion.

  Tammy, seemingly regaining her strength, rocked into his thrust. She was fucking him. Luca relaxed against the chair and let Tammy do what only Tammy could do; own him. Luca grabbed her bouncing tits, squeezed them, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as she bounced, rocked, and impaled herself on his cock. Her pussy was so warm, so wet that he could hear the slickness of their coupling.

  Luca pressed her breasts together and licked from one pebble to the next. He bit down on her nipple, causing her to cry out. And to Luca’s surprise, she fucked him harder. The woman actually made his toes curl. His fully engorged balls tightened, and his legs stiffened. Luca gripped the arms of the chair and held on as Tammy rode him over a cliff. Luca tensed. Tammy trembled. And together, they erupted.

  “Ughhhhh… fuck!” Luca groaned as his cock pulsated, pumping his hot seed into his wife to be.

  Tammy’s limp body fell against him. Her breath near his ear gave him a wonderful feeling of closeness.

  “I love you,” Luca reminded her as he gently rubbed her back.

  “And I love you,” Tammy breathed.

  She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself upright. Luca studied her beautiful face. He knew every angle, every curve of its structure which was how he knew that she was deep in thought.

  “What is it, Bella?”

  Tammy took a deep breath and exhaled. She caressed his face and smiled. “You make me strong,” she told him.

  “I do?”

  “Yes. So I will go to dinner tonight.”

  Luca was taken aback. Minutes ago, Tammy had adamantly refused to see her mother.

  “I don't understand,” Luca confessed.

  “It’s easy, baby. I was afraid to confront my mother, but you…you make me strong.”

  Luca smiled. No one made him smile as much as Tammy. Hell, there were people that he’d known for years who’d never seen him smile. They didn't give him shit to smile about. But Tammy gave him plenty of reasons. His love for her being one, but her love for him being the most important.

  “Okay, Bella. We’ll go to dinner.” He looked down at their sweaty bodies and wrinkled clothing and added, “But we’ll be very late.”

  Tammy huffed and rolled her eyes. “So what,” she scoffed. “That bitch is about twenty years late.”

  CHAPTER 15

  FRANCIS

  Paolo entered the study of Francis’ Calabrian home and plopped down in the chair in front of his desk. Francis looked up from his paperwork and at his enforcer. Apparently, there was something that Paolo needed to discuss.

  “What?” Francis asked.

  Paolo leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg over the other. “Vladi Romanov called again. His jet just landed in Calabria, and he requests an audience with you.”

  “Fuck Vladi Romanov,” Francis grumbled.

  Paolo paused, looking at Francis as if he were trying to choose his words wisely.

  “What?” Francis prompted.

  “I know that the Romanovs are our enemies, but it’d be wise to at least meet with them. No?”

  “Si, the Russians are our enemies. I’d like nothing better than to wipe them off the map. But have you ever known me to make decisions based on anger instead of logic?”

  “No,” Paolo responded.

  “The Russians can't just come to my home and command my attention. What weak man - what weak organization - would jump when told? Again, fuck that Russian bastard. I’ll meet with them when I want.”

  “Capisco,” Paolo assured as he stood.

  “Bene. Let me know when our guests arrive.”

  Paolo nodded and left the room. Francis massaged his temple. He’d been traveling throughout the night, only to arrive in the night. The time change and jet lag could be brutal when, instead of sleeping on the jet, his time was spent fantasizing about making love to his donna. He was exhausted.

  Francis closed his eyes and allowed his head fall back against the headrest. He was enjoying the quiet when he heard the creak of the door opening, followed by the clack of high heels. Francis reluctantly opened his eyes. Constanza Macelli sauntered into his office and sat on his desk.

  “You didn't call me. I had to find out from rumors that you were home,” she said with a pout.

  “Constanza,” Francis acknowledged. “This is not my home. It is simply a villa that I visit often.”

  Constanza was a dark-haired beauty with the complexion and the curves of a Sicilian woman. For the last two years, she had been Francis’ on again, off again lover. Francis had ended things when he started to spend so much time in the United States.

  Because of Tracy.

  But that didn't stop Constanza from calling him constantly.

  “You didn't call,” she repeated.

  “What
are you doing here?”

  “I came to see you, Don Savelli. Are you not happy to see me?”

  “Si, Constanza. It’s always good to see you, but I have business now.”

  Constanza stood and sauntered around Francis’ desk. She sat directly in front of him and opened her legs. It didn't go unnoticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. Tossing her long black hair over one shoulder, she leaned in and purred, “You always have business, Don Savelli. Why don't you handle this business first?”

  Francis looked from her naked pussy to her dark piercing stare. He scooted his chair back and placed his hands on her thighs, easing her legs together. Constanza was indeed a temptation, but Francis had better prospects; his chance at having his own family. Francis didn't get excited about much, but thoughts of a future with Tracy and his son or daughter were consuming.

  “Constanza, I believe that I told you that our friendship had come to an end.”

  Constanza narrowed her eyes and studied Francis. Maybe she was waiting for him to tell her that he was joking. But Francis wasn't one to joke.

  “I don't believe you. You always come back to me.”

  “I know, but that was the past. This thing that we had is over,” he told her, helping her off of his desk.

  “This thing?” Constanza asked, offended.

  “I’m sorry, Constanza,” Francis said, escorting her out of his office by the elbow. “If you ever need anything, call Paolo. He’ll see to your needs.”

  Constanza snatched her arm from Francis’ grasp. She turned on him with fury in her glare. Francis was preparing himself to deal with the wrath of a woman scorned, but within seconds, Constanza became calm. She watched him in silence for a few seconds before asking, “Is it a woman, Francis? Have you found a woman?”

  Francis nodded. “Si, it is a woman,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you in love?” Constanza asked in a whisper.

  “This does not concern you, donna.”