20. Angelo

20

ANGELO

M y heart pounds in my chest as Fee turns around, crossing her wrists behind her back, just as I told her to. The sight of her like this, willingly submitting to me, sends a jolt of desire straight to my dick.

My hands are shaking as I take the cuffs and fasten them around her wrists. The soft click of the lock sends a wave of anticipation through me, knowing that she’s completely at my mercy now. I can hear her breath hitch, the sound only making me want her more.

My hands move over her shoulders, down the smooth expanse of her arms, my touch light, teasing. Her skin is so soft under my fingertips, and I can’t help but lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do this.”

I press my body against hers, feeling the heat of her through our naked bodies. She shivers, and I can feel her pushing back against me, seeking more contact. My hands slide up her bare torso and I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she moans softly, her back arching against me.

The sound of her moan, the feel of her in my hands, makes my cock throb with need. I grind my hips against her, letting her feel just how hard she’s made me. “Fuck, Fee,” I groan, my mouth hovering by her ear. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I run my hands over her curves, my touch becoming more possessive, more demanding. I turn her around to face me, my eyes locking onto hers, blazing with desire. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, filled with need, and I know she’s feeling the same heat I am.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I say roughly, my voice thick with want. “I’m going to take my time with you, make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

The sight of her standing there, hands cuffed behind her back, completely naked, is almost enough to make me lose control. But I hold back, wanting to savor this moment.

I slide my hand between her legs, pressing it against her pussy. She’s already wet, her arousal soaking through my hand, and the knowledge that she’s this turned on because of me sends a thrill through my veins. I rub my thumb over her clit, watching her face as her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a soft moan.

Her head falls back, a needy whimper escaping her lips, and I take that as my cue to slide one finger inside her. She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, and I smirk, loving the way she responds to my touch. I add another finger, pumping in and out of her slowly, my thumb still working her clit.

“Angelo,” she moans, her voice breathless, filled with desire. “Please…”

“Please what, Fee?” I ask, my fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out every time. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want… I want you,” she pants, her hips rocking against my hand. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Her words nearly undo me, but I hold onto my control, wanting to drag this out a little longer. I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips, tasting her on my tongue. She watches me, her chest heaving, eyes dark with lust.

“That’s it, Fee,” I murmur, my thumb circling her clit with deliberate slowness. “Let me hear you. I want to know how much you like this.”

I move behind her again, pressing my body against her back, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts once more. I pinch her nipples between my fingers, rolling them gently, and she moans, her head falling back against my shoulder.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice low and rough. “You like being at my mercy, feeling my hands on you, my cock pressing against you.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “I love it. I love the way you make me feel.”

I groan, my cock throbbing against her lower back, aching to be inside her. But I want to make this last, to push her to the edge and watch her fall apart before I take her. I turn her around again and push her down onto the mattress, her hands still cuffed behind her back, and crawl on top of her, my mouth finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

I trail kisses down her neck, her chest, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her back arches off the bed, a keening moan slipping from her lips, and I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin.

I move lower, kissing my way down her stomach, my hands gripping her hips. I spread her legs wide, settling between them, my mouth hovering over her core. I can see how wet she is, her arousal glistening in the moonlight, and I can’t resist teasing her just a little longer.

“Tell me what you want, Fee,” I murmur, my breath warm against her. “Do you want my mouth on you? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

“Yes,” she moans, her voice desperate. “Please, Angelo. I need you.”

I grin, satisfied with her response, and finally lower my mouth to her. I start with a slow, deliberate lick, tasting her, savoring the way she moans, her hips lifting off the bed. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking it gently, then harder, sucking it into my mouth. Her moans grow louder, more frantic, her body trembling beneath me.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I murmur against her, my fingers sliding inside her once more, thrusting in time with the movements of my tongue. “I could do this all night, make you come over and over again on my tongue.”

Her hips buck, her moans turning into cries, and I know she’s close. I increase the pace, my fingers pumping harder, my tongue flicking faster over her clit. She’s writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and then she’s coming, her body arching off the bed, a loud, needy moan tearing from her throat.

I don’t stop, drawing out her orgasm, loving the way she falls apart beneath me, the way she cries out my name. When she finally comes down, her body trembling, her breath shaky, I pull back, looking up at her. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her lips parted, and she looks absolutely wrecked.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, her voice hoarse, and I can’t help but smirk.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I say, my voice low, filled with promise. “I’m not done with you, Fee. Not even close.”

I'm so turned on, I can hardly think straight. Her taste is still on my lips, the memory of her coming undone beneath me seared into my mind. Her scent fills the air, mixed with the faint traces of sweat and sex, and it drives me wild. I sit back on my heels, staring down at Fee, her body sprawled across the bed, hands still cuffed behind her.

Her chest rises and falls with each shaky breath, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire. I know I should take a moment to breathe, but I can’t help it. I want her again. I want to push her limits, see just how much she can take.

“Have you ever engaged in kink before?” I ask, my voice rough with desire. I can barely recognize it as my own.

She shakes her head, looking almost shy, but there’s no fear in her eyes—only trust. “No,” she whispers, biting her lower lip. “But I’d be comfortable with it… with you. I trust you, Angelo. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Her words shoot through me like a shot of adrenaline. I feel a surge of possessiveness, a need to show her just how well I can take care of her, to take her places she's never been before. I reach for her, my fingers brushing over her cheek, then trailing down her neck.

“You have no idea how good that makes me feel,” I murmur, my thumb stroking the hollow of her throat.

I lean down, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My hands slide down her body, finding the cuffs, testing the strength of the chain between them. They’re secure, holding her wrists together. She’s at my mercy, and the thought makes my cock twitch with anticipation.

I break the kiss, pulling back to look at her. “I want to push you,” I tell her honestly. “To see how far you’re willing to go. But the moment you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, you tell me. Understood?”

She nods, her eyes wide, filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I will,” she promises. “I want this, Angelo. I want you.”

I smirk, satisfaction flooding through me. “Good girl,” I praise her, loving the way she responds to the words. I reach down, sliding my hand over her throat, my fingers wrapping around it gently. I don’t squeeze, just hold her there, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat against my palm. Her eyes widen slightly, her breath catching, but she doesn’t pull away.

“You feel so fucking good under my hands,” I tell her, my voice dropping to a low growl. “You like this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, knowing I could take you however I want?”

She swallows, her pulse quickening under my hand. “Yes,” she breathes. “I love it.”

I tighten my grip just a fraction, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her feel the pressure. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips, and the sound makes my cock throb painfully.

I lean in, kissing her hard, my other hand slipping between her legs, finding her still wet and ready. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her whimper.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting my fingers in and out, my thumb brushing her clit. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up, feeling my hand around your throat. You’re a natural submissive, Fee.”

She moans, her hips rocking against my hand, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. “Angelo… please…”

I release her throat, my hand moving to her hip, flipping her over onto her stomach. The handcuffs dig into her back, and I pull her up onto her knees, spreading her legs. I slide my hands over her ass, gripping it, kneading it, before bringing one hand down in a sharp smack. She gasps, her head jerking up, and I do it again, loving the red mark that blooms on her skin.

I reach into the bedside drawer, pulling out a silk scarf, tying it around her eyes. Her breathing quickens, but she doesn’t protest. “I want you to feel everything, Fee,” I say softly. “No distractions, just sensation.”

I kiss my way down her back, my hands roaming over her body, teasing her nipples, stroking her thighs. I can feel her trembling under my touch, her breath hitching with each caress. I wrap my hand around her throat again, squeezing lightly as I press my body against hers, my cock sliding between her legs, brushing against her wetness.

“You feel that?” I growl in her ear. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so hard, Fee. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I slide inside her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching, and I hold her there, buried deep, savoring the way she feels around me. I start to move, slow at first, then harder, faster, my hand still around her throat, the other gripping her hip, pulling her back against me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, my hips slamming into hers, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. “You were made for this, Fee. Made to take my cock. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her moans are loud, desperate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I tighten my grip on her throat, loving the way she gasps for breath, her body clenching around me. I reach down, finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her moans turn into cries, her body shaking, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me, Fee,” I command, my voice harsh, demanding. “Come on my cock.”

She lets out a scream, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around me as she comes. The sight, the sound, the feel of her falling apart under me is too much, and I let myself go, thrusting into her hard, chasing my own release. I come with a groan, my hand tightening on her throat, holding her still as I empty myself inside her.

We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathing heavily, her body still trembling beneath me. I gently release her wrists, pulling the cuffs and silk scarf away, and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Even though we’re both damp with sweat, I hold her tightly, feeling her snuggle into me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with.

For the first time in a long time, I feel completely at peace and tumble into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I wake up, my hand instinctively reaching for Fee’s warm body. Instead, I’m met with cool sheets. Confused, I sit up, blinking away the last traces of sleep. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 6:23 AM. It’s early, even for Fee.

I quickly pull on some clothes and head downstairs, a knot of worry forming in my gut. As I reach the kitchen, I see her. Fee’s sitting at the table, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea, staring into space. The sight of her, so still and quiet, sends a chill through me.

“Fee? You okay?” I ask softly, not wanting to startle her.

She shrugs, not meeting my eyes.

“Is this about last night?” I venture, worry creeping into my voice. She had really seemed to enjoy it, and she held all the power, but now I’m concerned she’s regretting it.

She shakes her head. “No, last night was… I loved every moment of it.”

I sit next to her, taking her hand in mine. Her skin is cold, and I can feel a slight tremor. “Is it Jonah?”

Her eyes fill with tears as she nods, sniffling. “I can’t stop thinking about his last moments. How terrified I was when he attacked me. The look in his eyes when…”

I take a deep breath, memories of my own past surfacing. “I remember my first kill,” I say quietly. “I was younger than you —maybe nineteen or twenty. It was a rival Family’s enforcer. I thought I was ready, but nothing prepares you for that moment.”

Fee looks at me, her dark eyes wide. “What happened?”

“I pulled the trigger, watched him fall. And then I threw up in an alley and couldn’t sleep for weeks. The nightmares were brutal. I kept seeing his face, hearing the sound of the gunshot.”

“How did it go away?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I squeeze her hand gently. “Time, Fee. Time heals everything. It doesn’t erase it, but it makes it… manageable. You learn to live with it, to understand why you did what you did.”

Suddenly, she bursts into tears. “I’m so scared, Angelo. What if someone figures out he’s dead? What if they trace it back to me? I can’t go to prison. What about Lou?”

I pull her into my arms, holding her tight. “Hey, listen to me. We are taking care of everything, remember? There will be no trace left. And even if someone did start asking questions, you’ve got me. I won’t let anything happen to you or Lou.”

She clings to me, her body shaking with sobs. I stroke her hair, murmuring soothing words. As I hold her, I’m struck by how much she's come to mean to me. I’ve always protected my own, but this… this feels different.

“Do you think Genesis could help?” Fee asks into my shoulder, her sobs subsiding.

I nod approvingly at Fee’s suggestion. “That’s actually an excellent idea. Why didn’t I think of that?”

I pull out my phone, dialing Genesis’ number. She answers on the fourth ring, her voice groggy and irritated.

“This had better be fucking good, Pirelli. It’s too goddamn early for your bullshit.”

I chuckle. “Good morning to you too, sunshine. Entertaining a guest, are we?”

“I was,” she growls, “until you ruined it.”

I burst out laughing, earning a curious look from Fee. “Well, I’d hate to interrupt your morning calisthenics. I’m sure it’s quite the workout.”

Genesis snorts. “Fuck off, Angelo. What do you want?”

"Fee and I need to see you. When’s a good time?”

There’s a pause. “Why?” she asks sharply.

“We have need of Fucina,” I say casually.

Genesis groans. “Fuck. Fine . Come in an hour. And don’t you dare show up early, or I swear to God, I’ll turn you into modern art.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I assure her before hanging up.

Fee looks at me expectantly. “Well?”

“We’ve got an appointment in an hour,” I tell her. “Which gives us just enough time for coffee and breakfast. Trust me, you don’t want to face Genesis on an empty stomach.”

An hour later, we’re standing outside Ardere Gallery. Genesis opens the door, her face a mask of irritation.

“Fee, darling, come in,” she says warmly before turning to me with a scowl. “You, I’m still mad at.”

I grin, unable to resist needling her. “Aw, come on, G. Why does Fee get sweet Genesis while I get bitchy Genesis?”

“Because Fee isn’t the one who disturbed me at the crack of dawn, you gigantic pain in my ass,” she retorts.

I clutch my chest dramatically. “You wound me, truly. And here I thought our bond was unbreakable.”

Fee snorts, trying to hide her amusement.

Genesis rolls her eyes. “What do you want, Angelo? It has to be something important for you to be here at nearly eight AM.”

I quickly fill her in on the situation. As I speak, I watch Genesis’ demeanor change. Her irritation fades, replaced by a focused intensity. This is Fucina, the criminal mastermind, taking over.

“Right,” she says, all business now as she hurries over to her computer and her fingers fly over the keyboard. “I can make it look like Jonah left NYC. We’ll create a paper trail, flight records, the works. He’ll vanish without a trace.”

Fee looks relieved, but then frowns. “What about his family? He kept mentioning a sister.”

Fucina shakes her head, her eyes scanning a page on her computer. “His sister’s dead. Has been for years. Only family he’s got is an ex-wife in hiding. And trust me, she’ll be thrilled to know he’s gone.”

I watch Fee process this information, seeing a mix of emotions play across her face.

“So… that’s it?” Fee asks, her voice small. “We just… erase him?”

Fucina nods, her eyes softening slightly. “That’s it. By the time I’m done, Jonah Ansel will be nothing more than a ghost.”

As Fucina gets to work, I pull Fee close, feeling her tremble slightly.

“It’s going to be okay,” I murmur. “We’re going to get through this.”

Fee nods, leaning into me.

Fucina’s fingers fly over the keyboard, her focus intense. “Give me a few hours. Jonah Ansel will be nothing but a digital ghost.”

I nod. “Thanks, G. I owe you one.”

She snorts, not looking up from her screen. “One? I could fill a three-volume book with all the favors you owe me, Pirelli.”

“Add it to my tab,” I quip.

Fucina waves a hand dismissively. “Let yourselves out. I’ve got work to do.”

I chuckle, turning to Fee. “That’s Genesis-speak for ‘get the hell out of my space.’”

“I said let yourselves out, not narrate your exit, smartass,” Fucina calls out.

Fee looks a bit overwhelmed as we leave. “Is she always like that?”

“Only on her good days.” I grin. “Where to now?”

“Can we visit Zip at the hospital?” Fee asks softly.

“Of course,” I say, guiding her to the car.

We’re just pulling into the hospital parking lot when my phone rings. It’s Joey from the shop.

“Boss, we’ve got a client here. Says he’s got something vintage to trade in, looking for something specific. Thought you might want to take a look.”

I sigh, glancing at Fee. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up, I turn to Fee. “I’ve got to head to the shop. Will you be okay here? I can pick you up later.”

Fee nods, squeezing my hand. “I’ll be fine. Go, do what you need to do.”

As I watch her walk into the hospital, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. But business calls, and I’ve got a shop to run.

I just hope everything’s alright with Zip. And that Fucina’s magic works its wonders. Because right now, we need all the help we can get.

Pulling into the parking lot of the shop, I head inside. Joey points to my office. “The client’s in there. I said you were on your way.”

“Thanks, Joe,” I mutter as I head to the back office. As I push open the door to my office, the world grinds to a halt. Gino’s sitting behind my desk, his feet propped up, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“Well, well," he drawls. "If it isn’t Don Pirelli himself. Nice of you to join me.”

In an instant, my gun is in my hand, aimed squarely at his chest. “Get the fuck out of here, Gino,” I snarl at him. “You’re lucky I don’t shoot you on sight for the fucking sick shit you pulled yesterday.”

Gino laughs, the sound grating on my nerves. He sits up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, now, Angelo. We both know you won’t do that. Not unless you want to start a war with La Familia. And we both know you’re not that stupid.”

I grit my teeth, keeping my gun steady. Every instinct screams at me to pull the trigger, to end this threat once and for all. But he’s right, damn him. I can’t risk a war. Not now.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snarl. “You've got nothing I’d ever want.”

“Oh, I’d disagree with that.” Gino smirks. He reaches into his jacket, and I tense, ready for a weapon. Instead, he pulls out a videotape. “See, this is the ‘vintage’ item I have to trade. I’ve had eyes on Perfezione since I got back to town. And wouldn’t you know it, someone went in yesterday… but didn’t come out. So interesting .”

My blood runs cold, but I keep my face impassive. Years of practice in this life have taught me never to show weakness. “What are you talking about?”

Gino’s grin widens, and I have to resist the urge to wipe it off his face with my fist. “Let’s just say the price of the building has gone up. Significantly.”

I feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the temptation to end this here and now almost overwhelming. But I force myself to think it through. If what he’s saying is true, if he really has evidence…

“Name your price,” I growl, hating the words even as they leave my mouth.

Gino leans back in my chair—my chair—clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, Angelo. We’re just getting started.”