Page 27 of Secret Revenge

“Absolutely,” I reassured her, but my own thoughts betrayed a sliver of doubt. Was I putting her in even greater danger by taking this aggressive approach? Yet I knew, deep down, that if we waited for our enemies to make the first move, the outcome would be far worse.

“Riccardo, gather the men,” I instructed, turning to my second-in-command. “Arm them with our best weapons. This is not a battle we can afford to lose.”

“Understood, boss,” Riccardo nodded, his steely gaze reflecting the unwavering loyalty I had come to rely on.

As the room buzzed with action, I glanced over at Liliana, her deep brown eyes locked on mine. I could see the weight of the situation pressing down on her, but beneath that fear was a fierce determination that both inspired and humbled me.

“Stay close to me,” I said, my hand finding hers in the chaos. “How good are you with a gun?”

Her grip tightened around my fingers. “In target practice I’m excellent, but I’ve never shot at someone before.” She took the gun I offered without hesitation. “But to protect you, I’ll shoot anyone I need to.”

The cold steel of my gun weighed heavily in my hand as we prepared to defend our home. The air was charged with tension, and the low rumble of my men’s voices filled the room.

“Nicholas, I’m coming with you,” Liliana insisted, her voice firm and unwavering.

“Stay behind me. If anyone gets past me, you put them down, permanently.”

As we made our way to the front of the house, I could sense Liliana’s determination pulsating through the air. She was no longer just a bystander, but an active participant in our protection. Our enemies approached in the darkness, their footsteps echoing against the gravel beneath them. The time for action had come.

“Ready your weapons,” I commanded softly, my heart pounding in my chest. My men obeyed without hesitation, their loyalty never wavering.

The first gunshot rang out like a thunderclap, shattering the silence of the night. We sprang into action, returning fire from our positions. My focus sharpened, and I fired off several rounds in quick succession. Two of our enemies collapsed, lifeless.

“Keep pushing forward!” I shouted, my voice almost drowned by the cacophony of gunfire. Beside me, Liliana reloaded her weapon with practiced ease, her face a mask of fierce determination.

“Clear,” I called out, my voice hushed but firm as we secured another room. The tension between us was palpable, each of us knowing that one wrong move could mean our deaths.

“Stay behind me,” I reminded her, knowing the danger we faced was far from over. As we pressed onward, the battle intensified, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and blood.

“Watch out!” Liliana cried out suddenly, her warning coming just in time for me to evade a hail of bullets. I turned left, cutting down our attacker with ruthless efficiency.

“Thank you,” I breathed, my heart thundering in my chest.

“Of course,” she said, a steely glint in her eyes.

As the battle raged on, I marveled at Liliana’s determination to protect our shared interests. Her loyalty was unwavering, and her courage inspiring. Together, we fought side by side, refusing to let our enemies gain an advantage over us.

I knew that every bullet fired, every life taken, weighed heavily upon us both. Yet, there was no turning back now.

“Stay close, Liliana,” I whispered, as we made our way outside to take care of the last of Bianchi’s men.

When all of Bianchi’s men were gone, one way or another, I poured Liliana a scotch in my office.

“Nicholas,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the distant echoes of gunfire still reverberating through the night. “What happens now?”

I turned to face her, my blue eyes locked onto hers, searching for any hint of fear or doubt. But all I found was a fierce defiance that both awed and unnerved me.

“Now, we prepare for the next challenge,” I replied, my tone measured and deliberate. “Bianchi must be desperate by now, and the more desperate he becomes, the more mistakes he’ll make. The war is almost over.”

I watched as she sipped her drink, hands steady as a surgeon’s. I’m sure Giovanni Ricci thought he got a lot for his daughter in our deal, but I knew I was the man who came out ahead.

She put her empty glass down, reached up under her dress and stripped her panties off. “Let’s fuck.”

I blinked in surprise, dumbfounded by the boldness of my wife. Once I regained my ability to think, I agreed. “Let’s.”

I sank to my knees in front of her, prepared to show her how much I craved her taste.

She reached down, grabbing onto my hair, holding me close as I ate her out like she was my last meal. My cock, hard as fucking steel, throbbed against my zipper, aching for release.

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