“Stop it! It tickles, baby.”
“Oh, it tickles, huh?” I chuckle as Isabella squirms on my lap. “Well, it was about damn time.
“Stavo iniziando a pensare che non ci avresti mai provato,” Chiara says, interrupting our tickle fest and Isabella’s squirming.
“Oh,stai zitto. Well, we finally got over it, so be prepared to see more of us acting like horny teenagers because we have a lot to make up for,” Isabella chimes in. I look at her and raise my eyebrows.
“Is that so,farfallina?” I ask.
“Oh, don’t act like we aren’t,tesoro. We’ve both wanted this for a long time.” Isabella winks at me and I’m a fucking goner. Damn, this beautiful fucking woman is now mine.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen anything before. You and Catalina. And you and Dario. I’m pretty sure I’m immune to it all,” Chiara interjects.
“Well, good. Because I love to put on a show and I’m sure you know I love it when people watch. Isn’t that right, baby?” Isabella rocks her hips in circles, pushing her ass further onto my hardening cock. Jesus fucking Christ. My dick is never going to go down if she keeps up with this shit.
“Yes, baby. But we need to stop for right now. We’re almost home and I have to meet your brother when we arrive. I really don’t want a fucking boner when you’re with me. He’ll kill me,” I plead.
“Baby, you’re the boss. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t dare.”
“I may be the boss, but as someone who has sisters, I wouldn’t like it if my best friend fucked my sister without talking to me about it first.”
“Fine. But we need to tell him as soon as we get off. I want to be able to kiss my man in front of whoever I want,” Isabella instructs as she leans in, giving me a chaste kiss, and returns to her seat.
“Okayyyy. So, we have ten minutes before we land. I’ll text Alessio to meet us on the tarmac,” Chiara remarks.
“Non mi interessa cosa dice. Il capo vuole che la stanza sia riservata per las riunione di stasera. Fallo adesso!” Alessio barks orders at someoneover the phone and angrily pockets the phone. He looks up and smiles when he sees us walk down the plane’s stairs, and he catches my eye. Confused, he raiseshis eyebrow in concern and I realize my face might be showing something’s off.
“What’s wrong?” Alessio asks. Grabbing Isabella’s arms, he looks her up and down, inspecting her for any marks or signs of danger.
“What are you doing? I’m fine, Ale,” Isabella says, playfully swatting his chest and breaking away from his hold.
“What’s wrong, boss? I know that face and something is wrong. You’re nervous. Did something happen with the informant Catalina was trying to talk to?” Due to Catalina and Alessio’s command status, they have become very close along with Maeve’s second-in-command, October. Those three share intel with each other before they come to us and it’s something Maeve, Dario, and I have grown accustomed to. If sharing knowledge guarantees that it benefits all of us, then I don’t see a problem with it.
“No, it’s not that. She got information. That’s what we are going to talk about in tonight’s meeting. October and Maeve should be getting here soon, and Dario and Catalina should be here in time for tonight’s meeting. They’re securing two more individuals to come along as we speak.”
Walking towards the black Escalade, my hand hovers behind Isabella’s lower back. Chiara opens the backdoor, Isabella slides in, and I say, “Let me talk to your brother real quick, okay?”
Before I close the door, Isabella shoots her hand out and shakes her head. “What about? Work or?”
“Work. Give us five minutes.” She nods and closes the door as I turn to face Alessio.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks.
“First, I need to talk to you about something.Vieni qui.” Alessio indulges in my command and doesn’t press any further.
“We need to retaliate. I need you to think of a crew to help Maeve and Dario’s people. I trust you with this. You’ll know more about the plan tonight, but we’ll need them ready to execute it at a moment’s notice,” I instruct.
Alessio nods and says, “Got it, boss.Non ti deluderò.”
“So che non lo farai,” I assure him.
“Now, are you going to tell me what just happened between you and my sister a while ago?” I smirk and tilt my head toward the SUV.
“Get in the car. We’ll talk with your sister present.” Alessio smiles and shakes his head. He opens the backseat, ushering me inside while Chiara finishes loading our luggage from the plane.
Alessio takes the passenger seat and radios two of my men in the SUV behind us to load up and follow us to the casino. Chiara closes the trunk, hops into the driver’s seat, and drives away from the tarmac.
“So, what’s up? I know something is going on between you two,” Alessio asks. Chiara snorts and smiles without removing her eyes from the road ahead.
