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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Gazing out the window, my eyes locked onto the thick clouds, my heart raced in my chest. Swallowing hard, I clutched my phone, fear causing my hand to tremble with each distant rumble of thunder.Vincenzo's cell phone had been off all day, not a single morning text from him. Combined with my fear of thunderstorms, it felt like the perfect storm for a full-blown panic attack.The distant rumble of thunder made me wince, and I pressed myself against the nearby wall, gripping onto it."Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered, the anxiety fueled by the storm surging through me.The doorbell chimed, snapping me out of fear and I strode to the front door. I flung it open, only to be met with Vincenzo standing there, disheveled, handsome, and perfect. I gasped, my mouth hanging open, "What? What are you doing here?"He looked dreamy in a black turtleneck, clinging to his muscles and chiseled body, paired with black pants, tousled hair, and a charming smile with slightly overgrown s
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Everyone was present in the room, sitting around the table. Dad sat at the head of the table and I settled onto the other end. Aunt Alessia, Adriano, Raphael, Luca, Dante, and Silvio were all looking at me with questions swirling in their eyes, they had no idea why I had called this family meeting. I don't know if Dad knows. He thinks I've changed my mind after our last conversation. "Ten days ago, I discussed my decision to get married with Dad," I said and almost everyone's eyes widened as they didn't expect me to get married ever, "And he refused." Dad straightened up, "Of course, I did. You have lost your goddamn mind, Vincenzo." "He gave me a choice," I continued, "Either I choose this family or I choose the girl." "Why?" Luca asked. Aunt Alessia interjected, "Because the girl is connected to the Famiglia of New York..." "Are you serious, Vincenzo?" Luca's disbelief echoed through the room.I gave him a faint smile, "When have I been the one to joke ar
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I felt something hot sliding between my legs, and I shifted. I was in deep sleep and even opening one eyelid felt like a whole workout. And then fingers slid between my folds and I gasped, snapping my eyes open to see Vincenzo's face hovering just above mine. That gasp turned into a smile. A hint of a mischievous and sexy lop-sided smile appeared on his face. His fingers moved up and down my slit, and I could already feel myself getting wetter by the second. I reached for him, but he pushed my hands away and pressed his thumb harder against my clit making me moan. "Stay right where you are... I want to see you when I pleasure you, all of you," he growled, his words dripping with intensity, like a coach berating a player for a crucial mistake. My only response was a fervent bite to my lip, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation.His finger played this wicked game, teasing like it was all a joke, but damn, it set everything on fire inside me. The room felt smal
Adriano⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stared at my brother's ring, the ring that had been his since the day he was born. It had almost been a day since he left but I held onto his ring for him. I had no intention to wear it, not when Vincenzo is living and breathing, or if he is left without an heir. These are the only circumstances I'd accept this ring. The sound of Aunt Alessia's voice echoed through the room, a fervent protest against what had happened. Her argument with Dad reverberated, a clash of emotions and perspectives that showed no signs of simmering down."I don't care, Salvatore! I want him back! I will not have him leave just like that!" Her words, sharp and resolute, sliced through the tense air as she paced back and forth before Dad. "I'm trying!" "Well, then do better!" she yelled, her frustration pouring out. "I want Vincenzo and his happiness, Salvatore. I want him here, and I want him to be happy. If you do anything to hurt Claire, I won't forgive you. I've made my peace with
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Seated on the couch, I watched Vincenzo pace back and forth, his voice escalating as he argued with his brother over the phone. This had been going on after the shooting – constant calls urging him to come back home and take his position back. It had almost been almost two hours and by now everyone in the Cosa Nostra knew about the shooting. Anxiety coursed through me as I considered the possibilities. If it were Scott on his way, there might be a chance to reason with him, to prevent further escalation. However, the mere thought of Lorenzo or Alessandro coming overfilled me with a deeper, primal fear. The delicate truce that held our world together seemed poised to shatter, and the consequences could be catastrophic."This conversation ends right here if you can't accept the woman I've chosen to spend my life with!" Vincenzo spat into the phone, his voice laced with frustration and defiance.My heart sank deep within my chest, the weight of guilt tightening its gr
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My fingers traced through her hair at the back of her head. She always slept on her stomach, her arm snugly wrapped around the pillow, her bare shoulders gleaming, and her blond locks sprawled enticingly across the sheets. The morning light gently kissed her skin, casting a subtle glow on her form. I marveled at the delicate curve of her spine and the graceful lines of her limbs.Lowering my head, I pressed a gentle kiss onto her bare shoulder. She stirred, emitting a soft sound. Every aspect of her exuded softness – from the curves of her body to the strands of her hair beneath my touch, the mellowness of her voice, and the tenderness of her caress. I buried my face in her hair and lost myself in her. Drowning in her softness. "Stop being so obsessed with me, I might get creeped out," she murmured into the pillow. I chuckled, my breath mingling with the soft strands of her hair, "Can't help it. Your softness had become my favorite escape." She turned to face m
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅His lips, oh, they were not just a favorite; they've become an obsession. Every inch of him ignited a blaze within me, but those lips, dangerously perfect and irresistibly soft, set my world ablaze. In the heat of the moment, they become the focal point of desire.I delicately trailed the edge of his lips with my tongue, his hands exploring my every curve. Sensing his cock growing beneath me, I subtly pressed my hips against his hardening desire, evoking a throaty groan that mingled into our kiss. We briefly parted, gasping for air, yet his lips swiftly found solace on my neck, leaving behind a scorching trail of fervent kisses.Lost in the moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine as his warm kisses on my neck intensified. The simple act of his lips against my skin spoke volumes, igniting a fire that seemed to erase everything else around us.My hands casually roamed over his crisp white shirt, taking my time to unbutton each one. There's something about the way h
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The moment we both stepped out of the private terminal of the airport, my eyes fell on all of the Outfit's men. A protective instinct washed over me instantly, and I tightened my hold on Claire's hand. If they all attacked at once, I don't know if I will be able to protect her on my own. Adrian stepped out of the car parked behind the men and a semblance of relief flickered in my chest. My brothers won't betray me, no matter what. Glancing down at Claire, I found her already looking up at me, a radiant smile gracing her face.Adriano approached us and we met him midway. He stretched out his hand to me but I refused to take it, not until I knew for sure what my father's intentions were. Adriano directed the same hand towards Claire and she happily obliged, shaking his hand, "You look incredibly stunning for someone with a price on her head." Claire's eyes widened, "Wh-what?" "The Cosa Nostra might be looking for you. The truce was about to break but I convinc