Page 40 of Marcello
“Inoticed you and Marcello seem to be getting along again,” Mazzi said as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. We were in the gardens, taking in the afternoon sun, and I had to admit that the weather here was absolutely gorgeous.
“A little.” I sighed as I leaned my head back as well. “Okay, more than a little. We’ve said some things that are wonderful,” I said dreamily. “And in doing so, he’s opened his bond up to me completely. It was…a lot to suddenly be flooded with.”
“Ah. Yes, I can see that. I remember when Naldo and I first claimed each other, and I was hit with everything he’d done.” Mazzi sat up and shook his head. “It was a lot more than I was expecting, and it took me a few days to come to terms with who I was mated to.”
“How did you?” I asked as I turned my head to look at him. “I’m trying. I mean, I love him, and I wouldn’t ever leave him, but yeah, Marcello has done some seriously horrible things.”
Mazzi shrugged. “I just looked at it this way. They did bad things. True. But the people they did them to? The vast majority of them were worse than our guys ever were. Is that the best wayto go about things? Probably not, but it was what I could come up with.”
I nodded slowly. That sounded good. I mean, I knew that Marcello had killed people. I did. But seeing those memories, I was struggling with the man in those memories and the one who held and touched me so tenderly being the same person.
“I can’t tell you how to feel about your mate,” Mazzi said. I sat up and blinked several times, then focused on the warlock beside me. “But despite who he is, he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Hurting you would cause him emotional pain, if not physical pain.”
I nodded in agreement. “I’m not disgusted by him. I love him.” I sighed. “I never thought falling in love with my mate would be like this. Sure, I knew I’d love him. It’s how I’m wired. But the intensity of it is so much more than I expected.”
Mazzi smiled. “Yes, it can be that way for some. Be happy that you are included in that group. I would do anything for Naldo and have.” Mazzi sighed. “My family was not happy with fate’s choice of One for me. I’m not young. I’m actually older than Naldo, and there was absolutely no way I was going to deny our connection and hope that I would be paired with another One someday. Naldo has been nothing but romantic and amazing toward me, and I couldn’t ask for a better One.” Mazzi grinned. “That and the sex is absolutely explosive.”
I laughed because I was completely in agreement. I was sure that sex with an alpha would be just as amazing and would also turn my legs to limp noodles. But what was so great about having a sire for a mate was the lack of knot. Sure, I’d heard that knots were amazing, and they really added to the experience, but they also hindered things, in my opinion. Once that knot was locked in place, you were stuck with your partner until it released. Sometimes that could take up to an hour, from what I’d heard.And what about round two? You couldn’t do much when you were knotted together.
But not with Marcello. He had no knot. What did that mean for us? We could move right along to round two. And then three if we were up for it. If I really needed him to stay inside me, he had no issues with that. We’d fallen asleep more than once with his hard dick still inside me. That always made for an amazing way of waking up.
“See?” Mazzi said, pointing at me while smiling. “You’re thinking about sex with Marcello.”
I grinned. “How can I not? I mean…he’s sexy.”
Mazzi nodded, but his smile faded. It turned to a grimace, and immediately, I reached out and grabbed his arm. “What’s wrong? Are you all right? Is it the baby?”
Mazzi nodded as he started taking deep breaths. “Please go get Rio.”
I nodded quickly before I took off toward the house. I’d learned my way around a little bit, but I was still learning where things were. I entered the kitchen door and was on my way to Rio’s medical area when I ran right into a familiar and solid chest. I grabbed Marcello and looked up at him with urgency on my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“It’s Mazzi. He’s in labor, and I need to get Rio.”
Marcello rambled off something in Italian, and it was then that I noticed he was with another somewhat familiar face. Nicolo took off before I could even blink.
“Where is Mazzi now?”
“In the garden. We were sitting by the fountain.” I pointed toward the door I’d just come through.
Marcello laced his fingers with mine and hurried to the double doors and pushed them back open. He started walking in one direction, but I pulled him the other way, toward thefountain we were at. I tugged Marcello to the right, where we’d been sitting behind some hedges on one of the more comfortable benches. He rushed to Mazzi and knelt in front of him.
Mazzi looked up at me and chuckled. “I mean, I know he’s your mate, but he’s not Rio.”
“Yeah, but I literally ran into Marcello. He sent Nicolo.”
“Where is Naldo?” Marcello asked.
Mazzi’s eyes widened. “You don’t know?”
Marcello shook his head. “Is he out?”
“He said he was going to the airport. There was a certain someoneyouwere expecting, and he was going to pick him up with Vincent.”
Marcello let off a string of words that I was able to pick out maybe two of before he stood, scooped Mazzi up into his arms, and started walking back toward the villa.
“Abel,mio angelo, I need you to pull my phone out of my pocket and call Vincent.”
