Page 24 of Reckless Games

Lorenzo

Angela was still under the alcohol effect and passed out again when I scooped her up and carried her to my room. I laid her gently on my bed and did a quick sweep for cameras. If those bastards had breached the mansion, they might have left a few surprises.

And I was right. I discovered one camera hidden behind the LED TV across from the bed, and another cleverly concealed in a photo frame. Crushing them underfoot, I disposed of the remains before taking a quick shower. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went to my wardrobe, slipping into sweatpants and choosing another pair for Angela. I also grabbed a damp washcloth on my way back.

Sitting beside her, I gently undressed her, leaving her in underwear. The sight of her milky skin made Mr. Lorenzo Junior bounce excitedly, but much to my dismay, I had to push away those sinful thoughts for now.Just be patient, buddy.They say everything good comes with time.I carefully cleaned her skin with the washcloth, then dressed her in my shirt and secured the trousers around her waist. She was so light, making the task almost effortless. Now I know I could have fetched clothes from her room, but I wanted to see her in mine. Arrest me for it.

I kissed her forehead, got up from the bed, and picked up my phone. “Who?” I demanded when Giovanni answered. Since Angela was a heavy sleeper and the fact that she passed out, I didnot have to bother to keep my voice low. Do not ask me how I know that.

“Nikolai’s men,” he replied curtly. I knew it had to be that bastard. “The cameras caught nothing. The security system was compromised.”

“How?” I asked, agitation creeping into my voice. Leonardo was in charge of all the Mafia leaders’ security in the Obsidian Order. His code was supposed to be unbreakable. He had his IT firms established in each of our states, and we never had a complaint before. This had to be an inside job.

“That’s still unclear.” My phone vibrated, and I saw it was Leonardo calling. “Wait. Chavez is calling,” I told Giovnni. “You’re late, man,” I muttered, shaking my head before switching calls. “What in the living hel—”

“I know,” Leonardo cut me off. “I got the report. Nikolai bought someone off. But don’t worry, I’ve got him now. You can send your men to pick him up, or I can handle it here.” I considered his offer. I was tempted to handle the traitor myself, but I had too much on my plate right now.

“Make sure every part of his body bleeds before he dies.”

“Gotcha, man. And sorry for the inconvenience.” I hung up and turned back to Angela. She looked so peaceful, like an angel cocooned in silk sheets. Gorgeous. An intense emotion swelled up in me. How had I managed to stay away from her for so long?

Oh, yeah! I had Giovanni knock me out every time I was about to do something crazy, like kidnap her before it was time. I needed to be strong, even lethal, to protect her. I could not bring her into my chaotic life when I did not have control over it—it would put her in danger. So I did all I could. I followed her like a shadow. When I could not, my men did, ensuring she was safe.

Part of me wanted to keep her hidden, safe from threats. But another part wanted to show her off, to declare to the worldthat this pure angel was mine, the devil’s to own. I wanted to parade her, making everyone jealous of my prize.

Moving up to her, I carefully lifted her into my arms, cradling her close in bridal style. Her head nestled into the crook of my neck, her warm breaths fanning my skin. I felt a familiar tightening in my trousers and had to gulp down the urge to let my inner beast take over.She is fucking sleeping, buddy! Stay in your limits!With determination, I walked out of the room.

As I strode down the hallway, I met Giovanni, who stepped aside respectfully. “Is the jet ready?” I asked, not slowing my pace.

“Yes, but don't you want to wait until morning?” he suggested.

“There’s no time,” I replied firmly. “The enemy is already preparing. I can't wait for the storm and regret later.” The urgency in my voice brooked no argument. Continuing down the hallway, I noticed my men, all geared up and armed, lowering their heads in respect as they saw their Donna in my arms.Good. The sight filled me with a sense of pride. They had been trained well and taught to always show reverence to the Don, and, of course, the Donna. Their behavior affirmed her place in our world and in my life.

As we reached the end of the corridor, I could see the glint of understanding and loyalty in their eyes. They recognized the importance of the woman I held, not just to me but to the entire organization. She was their Donna, deserving of their utmost respect and protection.

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I sat comfortably in my seat, the plush leather molding to my form. Angela was nestled on my lap, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath warm and steady against my skin. Myfingers moved in gentle, rhythmic scratches through her hair as I enjoyed the ecstasy of our position.

Her legs were draped over the armrest of my seat, and I couldn't help but marvel at how peaceful she looked, her face free of the usual tension and worry. She looked beautiful, unguarded, and serene.

I continued to trace light patterns on her scalp, my eyes fixed on her sleeping posture. The way she fit against me so perfectly, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle designed to be together. It made my heart swell with a warmth I rarely allowed myself to feel.

As I watched her, I felt a sudden urge to play with her fingers. Carefully, I lifted her hand, marveling at its delicate size compared to mine. Her fingers were slender, a stark contrast to my own, which were calloused and rough from years of training to be lethal. I slowly placed her palm against mine, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I observed the difference. Her hand was tiny, almost fragile. With a tender touch, I interlocked our fingers, feeling a sense of completion wash over me. A slight turbulence jolted the jet, causing Angela to stir in my arms. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and she looked around groggily, clearly disoriented.

"What's happening?" She mumbled in a soft, almost childlike voice, her eyes hardly open.

"Nothing, Angel," I whispered soothingly, tightening my embrace around her. "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up in some time." I kissed her forehead before resuming the gentle scratching on her head, moving my fingers in slow, rhythmic circles. Almost immediately, I felt the tension leave her body, her muscles relaxing as she leaned further into me. The gentle motion seemed to work its magic, and her breathing began toeven out once more. "That's it," I murmured softly. "Just relax. I've got you."

Angela's eyes closed completely, her lashes resting softly against her cheeks. Her breathing became deep and steady again, and I could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest against mine. I continued to run my fingers through her hair, feeling an immense sense of peace and contentment as I watched over her.

In moments like these, the world outside seemed far away and unimportant. All that mattered was the feeling of her in my arms. I leaned back in my seat, holding Angela close, and allowed myself to bask in the quiet intimacy of the moment. It was only before landing that I placed her back in her seat, buckled her up, and fastened my own seatbelt. I could not bring myself to wake her, so I carried her in my arms as we got off the jet. The sunrise bathed Angela in a soft light, causing her to stir. She blinked awake, her eyes full of confusion and alarm.

“Good morning,” I greeted her warmly.

“Morning,” she replied, still disoriented. “Where are we?”

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