Page 8 of The One
He grins at me. “Fucking the same girl more than twice gets old, as you would agree.”
“Ha, you’ve done it a few times, though.”
“And it’s always a mistake. See you at the tarmac.” Putting his stern face back in place, he signals to his men and leaves.
I chat with a few of the remaining guests while I wait for Tiero to return. As predicted, the gossip is rife.
Perhaps Rom has the right idea. I could do to let off some steam. This wedding has left me feeling more frustrated than usual.
Stepping aside, I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts.
I have two hours to kill. Who is close by?
I hit dial and press my phone to my ear. She answers on the third ring. Took her long enough.
I don’t bother with a greeting. “Valentina, baby. I’m on my way. Be naked and ready for me. Warm yourself up and send me a video,” I command.
Her smile is obvious in her voice. “Yes, sir,” she all but purrs down the line.
I hang up, not needing to say any more. By the time I sit in the backseat of my car, I’ll have that video waiting for me.
While Rom is right and I don’t like to bed the same woman twice, Valentina is one of two exceptions. She knows I want nothing but sex from her. And as her pleasure is guaranteed, she’s always eager to let me use her delectable body however I want.
She’s a fun lay, and I know exactly what I get. Perfect when there’s limited time.
My cock stirs at the thought of wrapping her long blonde hair around my hand and plowing into her from behind.
I push that thought aside when I spot Tiero walking toward me, his entourage in tow.
“How did it go? Did you have to stop Antonio from killing his daughter?”
“She’d just regained consciousness when I got to the back room. With me there, he didn’t dare lay a hand on her. He’s gone now to patch things up with the Contis, though I doubt they’ll have any of it. I told Antonio that you’ll take Mariella to Rome.”
“What?”
“Antonio is fuming, and that doesn’t bode well for his daughter. I don’t want her harmed.”
At my questioning look, he adds, “Ella really likes her. I want her around when I get Ella back. That’s not guaranteed if I leave her with her father.”
Why am I surprised by his reasoning? Since meeting Ella, every decision he makes is with her in mind.
“Fine. But Antonio won’t be happy.”
“He rarely is. Until further notice, Mariella is under your protection. Antonio won’t dare go against my orders, not if he wants to be consigliere.”
I nod. “Sure, she can help Giulia out.”
“Good.” With that he turns to leave, calling over his shoulder, “I’m heading to the office. Uberto has a lead on the last of the Molinaro supporters. I’ll call you when I know more.”
“I’ll be occupied for the next hour. Call me when I’m on the plane,” I tell him.
He gives me a curt nod. There’s none of our usual banter. Before Ella’s disappearance, he would’ve given me hell for that.
Tiero is really not himself, hasn’t been for weeks. It worries me.
The day Ella returns can’t come soon enough.
Tiero stops in the doorway, and, turning around, says, “Mariella will meet you at the airport.” Then he’s gone.
