Solace, p.10
Solace, page 10
“And what do you class as better, running for your life, scared of what is to come the following day, wondering if your life will be over and never feeling cared for. You make me safe. You bring me harmony and I like it. I haven’t felt this alive since, I haven’t felt love, ever,” She explained.
“Layla you’re in danger here,” I told her in panic. She had no idea who I dealt with, and these fools wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet in her head.
“And so is everyone else. I don’t care. I want to share my body with you.”
She must be crazy.
“I will not treat you well.”
“Well, you have done up to now. Speaking of which,” she said, releasing my hand and she stepped back. She pulled her sleeves down from her dress, undoing the zipper at the side, and took it over her large breasts, down her tummy revealing the teddy lingerie to me. The dress went over her backside and dropped to the floor. I widened my eyes; heaven forbid she looked sensational.
I drank her curves, and my cock started pulsing this woman was going to get us both into a lot of trouble, only I would have to make sure she stayed safe.
“Do you like what you see Mr Conti?” She posed, swinging her hips from side-to-side before turning to show me her backside.
Cocking my head to the side, only right now I was fighting all my inner demons not to throw myself at her. I am seriously going out my mind.
I stepped to her and took hold of her hand and walked to the king-size bed. She stood with the bed behind her, and I pushed her back as she landed perfectly with her legs hanging over the edge. I wasted no time in stripping off my clothes. I arrived at my trunks; her brows furrowed. I pulled them down having my cock slamming against my tummy.
Layla sat up, wiggling her backside to the edge of the bed, and reached for my dick.
Her hand locked around my length; and she started pumping it. Shit, the sensation. She looked up into my eyes cheekily and took my dick to her delicious mouth. She took the tip of my cock to the back of her throat, blood started filling my girth as she tormented me. Lapping, sucking, and licking it like candy. From the base to the tip, she licked before plunging him deep into her mouth. I dropped my head back, loving her control, loving her devotion as she sucked my cock.
I placed my hand on the back of her head taking my fingers into her bun and releasing her hair, I watched as it dropped down. I took hold of her cheek with my dick in her mouth, her eyes came to mine, so fucking pretty and enchanting. I watched my cock sink back and forth into her luscious mouth.
“Bella, stop…or I won’t make your pussy,” I moaned.
I withdrew my dick much to my frustration.
Her nipples peeked through the bra, erect and looked tempting. I licked my lips. She remained seated, I reached down to tweak the buds adding a pull, she tilted her pelvis in arousal. I had her, she was mine, and she’s not going anywhere…
Chapter 19
DANIELLA aka Layla
He clamped my nipples between his thumb and index finger forcing me to pulse my pelvis in hotness, I was on fire. He pulled my buds and added a firm twist, aware I was trapped under his spell, aware I didn’t wish to go anywhere. His hands caressed and nurtured my sensitive nipples sending raptures of ooze down to my quivering mound.
Antonio placed his hands on my shoulder and pushed me backwards. My rear end hung over the edge of the bed. He took hold of my knees and lifted them, so my feet were on the bed, knees dropped to the side giving him all the access he required.
I stared up at the ceiling and licked my lips in anticipation for the moment he touched my womanhood. His lips pressed against my right thigh, kissing up to my apex then he moved to the left. I took hold of my nipples, clamping them, and adding fiery twists. His lips arrived at my pussy; I chewed my lower lip eager for him to mark made.
Then in a strike, his tongue flattened and licked up my slick folds, sending shooting sensations darting all over my weakened body. He lapped up my juices, up and down his tongue danced over my sex. I heaved my breath, loving his technique. His fingers tormented my slippery folds, fiddling around as his tongue found my clit. My body shot to the other side of the room, in horniness. His finger delved inside my wet passage, teasing, and pleasing. His fingers fucking me, driving them in and out. I bellowed out in arousal as I wiggled deliriously. I was in heaven lusting for his passion.
Antonio had his tongue working its magic on my clit, dancing, nibbling giving me full satisfaction.
“Boss!”
We both froze.
I lifted my head and covered my nipples as Antonio swiftly moved from between my legs and I slammed my legs closed.
I saw Carlo.
“This had better be fucking good,” he jarred.
“We have found Ricco.”
He instantly shot up of the bed as he reached for his trunks. His cock rock hard.
My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach certain Carlo said Ricco. My Ricco, the man I hated and wished dead? It could only be him he was a part of the Dellucci’s.
I swallowed, my tummy twisted, and I placed my hand over my mouth as I sat up. I tried not to make a sound, wondering what Antonio’s plans were for Ricco.
Antonio turned to me.
“I am so sorry bella but this is urgent,” he said as he continued to get dressed.
“Ricco,” I repeated the man’s name.
“Yes, I have been after him for some time, he works for the Dellucci’s. I must go,” he said, and leaned into me, pressing his lips to mine. We kissed and I felt my entire body shutting down in horror. This was the exact reason why I never told Antonio the truth about who I was, he wants his blood. I quickly grabbed my dress and got dressed, as I feel sick, my world had spun around.
Antonio left with Carlo, with me hot on his heels, attempting to catch him up.
“Do not mention what you found,” Antonio told Carlo as they storm down the corridor towards the main house.
“Yes, boss.”
I held my hand across my chest. Fuck, what the hell was I to do?
Scared, I kept back. I watched in a daze as Antonio ordered his men to gather everything together and get the cars ready to leave. I had no idea what the outcome would be or if papa would be involved and get caught up with Ricco. My heart collapsed I struggled to breathe. No matter what I felt he was my papa and did some evil things. My bigger concern was would Antonio and his men come back alive.
I had seen the capabilities of Ricco, he shoots people for just looking at him wrong, I had witnessed it far too many times, wrong place at the wrong time. Blood had splattered all over the place and I had often found the cleaners, cleaning up the mess. I once caught the bodyguards carrying out a man and threw him in the back of the car. I cried and curled up in a corner rocking back and forward for hours, worried if I didn’t start doing what he wanted I would be next. I would never have allowed that monster to touch me intimately, only if he pulled a gun on me, in fear of my life I might have done.
Ricco deserved everything he got, I always tried to stay away from hearing what he was up to next, it was obvious, drugs and weapons were high on the list.
I watched as his men got ready, the cars pulling up and being loaded of whatever. A tear filled my eyes unsure what was about to happen or whether Antonio would come back alive or not.
“Boss, we’re ready,” Luigi announced as Antonio appeared from the top of the stairs wearing a suit, pulling his cuffs down and buttoning his jacket. He looked so good, only unfortunately for the wrong reasons.
Carlo gazed at me, I stood bewildered, unsure how I am meant to react or say.
Antonio approached me firm and abrupt. I placed my hand on my face littered with nerves, aching like never before. He took hold of my hand and pulled me into the nearest room. With the door closed he pressed my body to the wall and instantly pressed his lips to mine, kissing me, fleeting, sexy and turning me on.
“Will you be gone long?” I asked between his kisses.
“A few days. I will be back before you have time to miss me. Just do me a favour and don’t annoy Denise,” he said, rubbing my chin.
I smiled. His eyes glowed.
“You will come back?”
His stare intensified. “I don’t wish to hear that talk.”
He pressed his lips divinely to mine. He released and stepped back. He opened the door and without looking back, left. My heart sunk into my tummy. If I didn’t know Ricco, I wouldn’t be so worried, only I do and if Antonio came back alive and safe my heart would melt for him.
I left the room to walk down the corridor to see them all loaded into the Range Rovers, five in total and off they all speeded away down the drive, one after one they all disappeared, and I was left alone.
I stood on the porch for some time when thoughts invaded me about Ricco and how evil the man was.
Remembering the first time I ever witnessed his evilness. I was ten and regretted every second of being curious.
Sat reading, I was in the lounge. My feet were wrapped under me, lost in the book.
These days Mamma’s miserable, she hardly ever smiled and when she did it was when Paul her driver was taking her out shopping, I sometimes tagged along those were when I saw her smile the most. She laughed and giggled so much with Paul, if anything he brought solidarity to her heart, he made her shine, but of course, he was her driver.
I had known Paul all my life, he was the one who took us places, went on holidays, and day trips away while papa stayed at home and worked. I never really understood why he didn’t wish to be a family and share some good times, but his work was important. Workaholic he was, but he provided for us. Mamma never worked and me, well even if I mentioned getting a job Papa, wasn’t impressed. I never won any argument with him unless it involved me buying more stupid clothes.
Woken I was from my thoughts to hear rustling and bustling outside the lounge door. Loud voices and screams came, and I had no idea what was going on. I placed the book down on the table and rose to see what was going on. I opened the door to see a man being pulled through the house with the bodyguards surrounding him. I crept out curious to find out what was going on.
I followed as they took the man into my papa’s office. I saw my papa sitting behind his desk.
“This is the informant,” Ricco said, holding the man by his throat.
The man was turning blue as I sneaked into the room behind a bodyguard.
My papa stood and made his way around the desk. He stood before him, glaring evil into his eyes.
“Is this true?” my papa said gruff and controlled.
“Fuck you,” the man spat.
My papa didn’t motion if anything he stood there not moving an inch. The man just spat at him, and he didn’t even wipe it away from his face.
Ricco released the man.
“You can all go to hell.”
I saw Ricco reaching for his gun. I heaved my breath, then he lined the barrel to the man’s head and without remorse or an ounce of conviction pulled the trigger. Blood splattered all over the place and the man dropped dead to the floor.
My chest tightened. I had to get the hell out, I had to scream, I just watched a man being shot in cold blood and did anyone care?
I ran out of the room, torrents of tears running down my cheeks wishing now I had gone out with mamma and not chosen to stay here.
I went to my room and collapsed on the floor, if only my curiosity hadn’t got the better of me, I would never have seen such a horrendous thing. My heart ached, tears flooded, and my entire soul had been torn from my body. I knew papa and Ricco were bad, but I never knew how bad.
That was the day that everything changed for me and the older I got the more I hated what my papa and Ricco did.
“Do tell me when you plan to do some work. Just because the boss has gone away for a few days doesn’t mean you cannot work, as trust me I will report you when he gets back,” Denise sarcastically said, as she held her hands on her hips and looked smug.
I grinned and decided that worrying about Antonio wasn’t going to do me any good and would only make the days drag, so work it is.
I ran around the house like a rocket up my backside, not for Denise, but me. I tried so hard to keep my mind occupied and, in the evening, I read and watched rubbish on the TV. I tossed and turned in bed not getting much sleep, all I could think about was Antonio and facing that monster. I ached like never before, just wishing he would contact me.
Suffocated and yet I had sex with him a few times. Already my heart was chiming for a man I hardly knew.
I had never suffered from these conflicting emotions before, only the ache inside made me feel like I was slowly torn.
I thought back to the last time I felt so empty and alone, my world fell apart, when papa broke the news mamma had died. That was a day that would live with me for the rest of my life. My entire world fell, surrounding me in anger and feelings that even I didn’t know I had locked away.
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I polished the large dining table, it had been strange not setting it up for Antonio and his men, but I saw the opportunity to give it some fresh life.
Denise stood in the far corner, glaring at me with those devil eyes. I didn’t wish her to bother me if anything, she could drown herself in the pool for all I cared. She was one woman who made me uncomfortable yet to the other girls she was fine, sweet, and sincere just like when I first started working, I guess she just didn’t like me.
She stood and watched me smugly while I hummed a tune in my head not wishing her to get to me.
After what felt like ages, she finally left. I carried on polishing the table until I had finished, and then got some fresh flowers and a vase and did a beautiful display, all mixed and bright colours. I stepped back to admire my work, pleased. I left the dining room when I heard nothing but a commotion going on down the corridor.
Curious, I ran down the corridor to the foyer to find people running here there and everywhere including Denise. I had no idea what was going on, it appeared all hell had broken loose. I saw the men had arrived back from being with Antonio only, I still hadn’t seen him.
I moved closer to investigate, bewildered to all that was happening. I stood in the way and had to move out of people’s way.
“Don’t stand there. Go and get some water,” Denise yelled at me.
I didn’t waste a second and took off to get some fresh water. I arrived back with Carlo’s snatching the water from me, he didn’t say or even look at me but rushed off.
I went back to the laundry to sort through what I had previously put on, only my focus was on what was going on with the men and what was causing such a panic. They were back and I hadn’t seen anything of Antonio, surely, he would be looking for me, or at least wished to have a kiss, unless he didn’t miss me the way I did him.
I tried to stay focused, only I was going out of my mind wanting to know what the big commotion was.
I folded the clothes and made my way through to the main area of the house.
“This is fucking shit, the boss, is going to be fucking mega pissed now,” I heard one of his men say.
“Yeah, but why didn’t we see him coming?”
“If he comes out of this our balls are his.”
I moved closer to the door to try and listen to what had occurred.
“Ricco may as well dig his grave. Antonio will not stand for this shit, I couldn’t believe the number of girls he had locked away in the truck.”
I swallowed, shocked, trying to work out what they were talking about, clearly, something went wrong. I stepped nearer to the room when Luigi saw me.
“Layla.” My name’s called.
I turned around to see Carlo, he looked so tried, upset and unkept.
“What has happened? No one has told me anything,” I asked curious.
Carlo stood staring unfathomable like he didn’t even know where to start.
“Carlo, what has happened? Is Antonio, okay?” He lowered his head to look down at the floor. “Carlo, please you have me worried.”
“The boss, sorry Antonio, he promised me not to mention anything about you and him to the guys and that I will respect,” he said in a whisper.
“Thank you, I appreciate that, but right now I don’t care if the world knew. What has happened? What is going on? Where is he? I haven’t seen him since you all came back,” I said frantic.
“He is in the best possible hands by the doctor. He is at the moment being operated on.”
“What? Why?” I held my hand across my chest. My heart thumped against my ribcage.
“Look he’s in the best hands,” he told me not reassuring me at all.
“Carlo…what has happened?”
“He was shot, twice.”
My entire body was ready to shut down. My knees turned to jelly close to collapsing on the floor.
Shot, he was shot twice.
Every limb in my body hurt, shattered, leaving my mind in a state of panic. The room started to spin as I feel suffocated, like someone has a loaded gun pointed at my head.
“Is he…”
“He’s alive, shot in the shoulder and his side. The doctor is working on him, I am sure we will know more soon. Go to your room and rest,” he said calmly.
“Are you nuts, I cannot rest knowing he is a mess and has been shot, twice. Was this all Ricco, I heard you say his name,” I said, covering my tracks.
“Yes. We never saw him until he took a pop at the boss. Look go to your room, and I will inform you of any updates,” he said, giving a half smile.
I had no idea what to say to him, my heart was crushed and now I had to pray his injuries weren’t as bad as I was imagining. In slow motion, I edged out of the room and dazingly wandered to my bedroom with tears running down my cheeks. I saw no one, the house had gone quiet, almost like a thick cloud hung over the top.
Ricco shot Antonio; he fucking shot my lover.
I curled into a ball on the bed hugging myself, trying to beat the horrendous pain that owned my body. All I wanted to know was if he was okay. The man I cared about had been shot, and I had no idea how bad those injuries were and who the hell was the doctor operating on him?
