Page 17 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“You ready?” his voice is gruff as his eyes travel down towards the bags not far from his feet.

“Yes. I just need to throw on my shoes.”

“Good,” his simple response as abrasive as earlier, he reaches for my heavy bags, lifting them with ease.

“I’ll meet you outside at the car. I just want to say goodbye to my family first.”

Nodding his head, he leaves my room, and I can hear his feet quickly tread down the hallway.

Not wanting to piss him off any further, I pull on my sandals and quickly head downstairs to see Papa and my brothers. They are so engrossed in their planning that I only get a few moments to speak with each of them.

Walking out the front door, I see Dante is waiting at the bottom of the steps, standing next to a blacked-out Tahoe. When he sees me, he opens the rear door for me to get in.

He’s barked at me enough times to put on my seatbelt that I reach for it instinctually as he begins to close my door. Still, it is the first thing he checks when he climbs into the driver’s seat.

Is it because of concern? Or because he expects me not to do it?

Dante turns over the ignition, and I watch out the rear window as my home slowly disappears behind me. I have left this house thousands of times, but this time feels drastically different than the rest.

We spend nearly two hours basically parked in gridlock. The inside of this car is practically silent, the only noises the engine occasionally revving and horns blaring from the other side of the windows. Interactions between us are limited and only occur for a few split seconds when our eyes meet in the rearview mirror.

As we finally start moving, I notice that we are approaching the George Washington Bridge. When we begin to cross it, I realize that we must be leaving the city.

“Where are we going?” the words soft and hesitant to leave my lips and break this silence.

“Upstate.”

As the Tahoe begins to move at a progressively faster speed, Dante and I are immediately seated in uncomfortable silence again. Back to essentially pretending the other doesn’t exist in this vehicle.

Staring out the window as the sun slowly approaches the tops of the trees, there is nothing but wilderness and windy roads. We left the highway soon after getting out of the city and have been driving on nearly unoccupied country roads for the past two hours. It has been at least half that long since I saw another car on the road.

After hours of it, the silence in this car is almost deafening. Turning my gaze from the window, they lock onto Dante’s in the rearview mirror. Only this time, neither of us look away. While only a few seconds, it feels like an eternity before his eyes divert back to the road.

I cannot take this tension or this silence any longer. While it may have only been a few hours in this car, it has been going on for weeks.

“Are we going to pretend it didn’t happen?” I push out the hesitant words, trying unsuccessfully not to let my voice crack.

“Pretend what didn’t happen?” his question nearly devoid of any emotion.

“Last night,” the words barely leave my mouth before his eyes are wide and completely locked on mine in the mirror again, “When you watched me from the hallway.”

Dante is silent and my heart is thumping in my chest, but his eyes don’t leave the reflection of mine. Swallowing my nerves, I press the button to unfasten my seatbelt before slowly dragging it back across my body.

“Venecia,” his normally firm and commanding voice is unsteady, leaving us both unsure if that was his attempt at telling me to stop.

“Did you like it?” my hands push the thin straps of my dress off each of my shoulders and down my arms until the top of my dress is pooled around my waist. My breasts fully exposed to him, I pause for a moment to delicately toy with each of my nipples, both already taut from a mixture of my nerves and excitement.

“Ven-,” his words cut short as he watches my fingers slowly inch the skirt of my dress over my knees until both of my thighs are fully exposed. Lifting it further, I shift my body so that I am facing him and part my thighs, revealing the sheer black lace panties barely covering me.

“Did you like it,” I repeat before slowly licking my fingers to wet them with my saliva, “watching me play with my pussy my until I came?”

I gasp, as the Tahoe nearly swerves off the road when I press my fingers beneath the lace and against my clit.

“I heard you in the hallway,” my words quickly become increasingly breathy, in part to both my nervous excitement and the finger working between my thighs, “how heavy your breaths were as you watched me.”

“Venecia,” his voice both distraught and excited as I continue to tease both him and my clit.

“Because I loved knowing you were in the hallway watching.”

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