Page 68 of His Vicious Desire

Gaetano

This woman.I swear to god, she’s too smart for her own good.Bianca has gone ghost.Feeling guilty about the things I said to get her to go home, I sent her a text to confirm she was in the penthouse.The text bounced back.A check of her phone confirmed she turned it off, meaning I couldn’t track her.She’d driven her SUV into the hotel parking garage on the strip but never went upstairs.

My palm itches at the thought of bending her sweet ass over my knee and giving her the spanking the brat deserves.

Where the fuck is she?I check the cameras in the penthouse for the twentieth time since I got here three hours ago.Then I’m checking the cameras at the casino in old Vegas.

I was relieved when I checked my doorbell camera and saw her SUV was gone.Fighting her was worse than fighting myself.Christ, if I was within arm’s reach of Bianca all I wanted to do was push her ass against the closest flat surface and fuck her hard.The witch knew it and taunted me with it.

There’s no way around it, I can’t let her get close to me.So if I needed to sleep at the hotel on the strip, I am prepared to do whatever it takes not to be alone with her.

The fantasy was better than the real thing.Without experiencing her tight cunt grasping desperately at my cock as I pounded into her, I would never have imagined it would feel as amazing as it did.Until I tasted her frothy come with my tongue, I would never have guessed it would be so very sweet.A fantasy was a dream, there was no way the reality was better than a dream.

The reality was hell.I’d die for that woman.Sex with Bianca was magic, on a different plane than anything I’ve ever experienced.Hell, it wasn’t sex—for the first time in my life, I made love.As close as I am to Sandro, to consider him a brother and be willing to go against what he decreed would mean my life on the line for loving her.And now that I know what I would have… Christ, I don’t trust myself not to do something that will end with me being killed.

Those thoughts followed me into sleep last night.So, of course the whole fucking day since I woke up has been a clusterfuck.I was informed someone was out to kill Sandro.They’ve known about it since yesterday.Sandro only told me now because I was cleared as the one who wanted it done.

Sandro apologized, admitting he wanted to tell me yesterday.However, the ones in power in the Outfit weren’t ready to rule me out until Valdez did.They have a line on someone, but no name yet.

Fear begins to creep in on where Bianca is.Is she all right?Is she hurt?I want to get into the information on her tracker that’s in her tooth.If I do, it will show up on a report that Sandro will definitely see.The trackers were for security as another way of keeping an eye on our people.They could also be used in other ways, so although there were capos who could get into it to find their soldiers, whoever got into it was reported every day.

I can’t take it anymore and call Sandro.“I’m worried about Bianca.No one has seen her.Her SUV wound up back at the hotel on the strip, but no one saw her go in.The cameras don’t reach the area where she parked to see if she got into another car.”

“Fucking hell.Check her tracker.”

I’m in the system in seconds.Relief fills me.“Her body heat is fine.She’s at an address.”I reel it off to him, hoping he knows where the hell it is.He does.

“It’s for the frenemy Kitty that she hasn’t talked to in years.Something had to have happened for her to wind up there.”He sighs.

A call comes through from Jason, the lead pit boss of the casino—there’s trouble.I tell Sandro and end the call.

As I make my way downstairs to deal with it, I tell myself to let Bianca go for one more night.There’s enough time to talk to her before Sandro gets back on Saturday.

Bianca

“Come on, you have to eat something.You haven’t eaten all day.”Kitty sets a plate of pasta with marinara on the table in front of me.

This is the last place I thought I would ever be.Which is why I’m here.I haven’t talked to Kitty in ages.We went a solid year without talking before running into each other on campus, but we barely exchanged more than a hello.

Then we saw each other on Halloween night.She was dating someone from the frat Adam was in.I was shocked when she apologized to me.Especially considering I was the one who slapped her.She explained she ended up in rehab for addiction to speed, it didn’t work.Then she went onto meth before she overdosed on cocaine.

After she got clean, she understood what she did, getting me hooked on it, was wrong of her.I didn’t explain that I took responsibility for it, the same way I didn’t see my brother dealing in cocaine as a horrible thing.It was on the person who took the drugs; all the Outfit did was take advantage of a weakness that was already there.I couldn’t tell her all of that, so I simply accepted her apology.

We ran into each other again the next day at the frat.I was there to pick up my SUV since I had ended up getting a ride home from the car service app I used, as I was too drunk to drive.Both of us were curious about the cop cars around it.Since I was wary of cops, she was the one who went and asked them what was going on.She told me that Adam had committed suicide the previous night.When I freaked out and started crying, she comforted me and dragged me home with her.I stayed with her that day.Then we built a new, timid friendship.

A few bites are all I can manage before I give up on eating.

“Are you really not going to tell me what’s going on?Is it your brother?”

“No, it’s not Sandro.I mean, it kind of is, but not really.”A commercial comes up, and I cringe.“I think I need to run to the store and get one of those.”

“Plan B?Holy shit, were you raped?”

“No, god no.But…” I’m so freaking embarrassed.“I told him that I was on the pill because he didn’t have protection.Except I haven’t taken the pill in months, so…”

“Huh, well, too bad.Plan B won’t work.We’re too fat for it.We need something else.I’m not sure what it is, I just know it isn’t Plan B.So it’s a guy problem and kind of a Sandro problem.”She considers me.

I’m wondering if I should tell her when she speaks again.

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