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We dock, and we drive to the villa. In under a week, we’ll leave this island.

“We can always come back here. I bought the island.”

“What? When? Cato, we should talk about this.”

“Cara mia, nothing on this world brings me more joy than your happiness. I’d spend every dollar to put a smile on your lips. I love that you care, but if I bought one villa every day for the rest of our lives, we would still have enough money for at least two more lifetimes.”

“So, we’re that rich.”

“Yes, we’re that fucking rich.”

He takes my hand and trails kisses, and I sigh dreamily. “You spoil me.”

“That’s my life’s mission.”

He grins, and his words mean everything to me.

Chapter 46

I park the car, and I get why she loves this, just us, no guards. Seeing what the others never see, that the exterior is a façade to hide the bloody interior. I would buy other lives if it were possible. Her accepting the other part too, makes me love her even more. My queen, my sex goddess. Last night was the best night of my life, her trust, her moans, the way she let me defile her body while she came. I don’t think I have ever been that hungry, that hard in my entire life.

We share a quiet dinner of grilled fish with salad, and a dessert of fruits and a chocolate fountain. It reminds me of how I took her in the Jacuzzi, while she was filled with toys and my cock, and I adjust my pants, remembering the beautiful gapes of her pussy and ass.

“We don’t really know that much about each other.”

“Red, Nietzsche, classic, summer, swimming, Ferrari.”

She chuckles, and I add, “We have an entire life together ahead of us to get to know what we think we like, but they will change. Preferences, likes and dislikes, they will fuse into each other.”

“So, not a nihilist?”

“He was misunderstood. Nietzsche thought in value, virtue, a nihilist believes in nothing.”

“If you say so, or he lost hope and just gave in to the void.”

“Your turn.”

“Black, fantasy books, rap, autumn, lazing, Ferrari.”

“Harry Potter?”

“Our world copied another world, the archetypes, the journey of a boy who never wanted the fate he was entrusted, good and bad, fighting, the ultimate sacrifice.”

Chiara places her cheek in her palm, a dreamy expression on her face, and I know what my next gift will be to her.

We watch the sunset from the infinity pool, while we kiss and make love.

“We also need our journey. I am happy I didn’t kill you. I would have never known what I was missing.”

She places her head on my chest and I caress her scalp, chuckling.

My phone pings. Today was the exception of me having my phone nearby because I waited for this call of my man who has been following her and I answer. “Luciana’s on her way.”

I inform my wife, and she has a determined look on her face, “Let’s show her you don’t mess with the Morettis.”

I’m mad about this woman.

We go into our bedroom, sliding the window open a bit. She grabs her gun from her nightstand and checks it. The sight of her is fucking hot. We’re on both sides of the window, partially hidden by the curtain. Luciana slips through the door with the grace and lethalness of a panther, holding a gun with a silencer on it. She tiptoes toward the bed and before she can pull the trigger, both my wife and I poke her neck with the muzzle.

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