17 | Traitors or Baiters? 

*Alberto’s POV*

When I finally managed to control my beast, I got out of the car. “Is everything alright, Alberto?” Francisco asked me with brows furrowed as I walked to them.

“Yeah. I’m just tired.” I replied as I gave Giulia a kiss on the cheek.

“Alla fine ci hai fatto visita.” (Italian for “You finally paid us a visit.”) She said, pursing her lips.

“Been busy.” I shrugged, looking back at Francisco, who was smirking at me.

“Posso dire che lo sei.” (Italian for “I can tell you are.”) He said as he pulled the shirt from around my neck. “I see Anita treated you well.” He said, making Isa crack her neck tensely.

“Padrino said you had to talk to me.” She said with a tense voice.

“Ah, yes. Come inside. I need to talk to the both of you.” He said as he turned toward the door.

I was about to walk behind Francisco when Isa’s hand brushed over my cōck, instantly waking it up. For fūck’s sake! It had just calmed down.

I pulled on her hair roughly, making her moan softly. I saw