**Naomi's point of view**
He shut the door, and carried me back inside his apartment. My heart was racing, and I wasn't able to catch my breath. I hadn't even noticed his muscular arms before. They carried me so easily, and not a single time, was I afraid that he'd drop me.
My lips were sealed, as I was afraid to say a single word. But it wasn't silence that filled his bedroom, as we entered. Instead, the excitement that we both felt, made our heart beat loud enough, for both of us to hear. When he, for a brief moment paused our kiss, I caught him smirking at me. His eyes were wandering down my body, as he gently threw me on his bed.
''You are so insanely beautiful, Naomi'' he groaned, as he walked towards the bed. I was lying on my back, with my hands down my sides. Somehow, I was nervous, which isn't something I've tried before. Normally I'm in control, but this time, not so much.
I wanted him so badly, that I already felt the tingling sensations all over my body. I was still fully dressed, but as I decided to take it off, Peter stopped me.
''You undress me, and I undress you.''
I no longer had control over my body. I obeyed him so easily, as if he had some power over me. I crawled out of bed, and carefully walked, with tiny steps, towards him. He stood tall, and looked down at me with a smile, while his hands were reaching for my hair.
''I like it down-'' he said, as he took out my pony tail. I instantly reached for it, trying to fix it, but he took my hands down. ''Don't – now it's your turn.''
I startled a little, but reminded myself of who I am – someone who doesn't get insecure. So I bravely reached for his jeans and took of his belt. The sound of the belt hitting the floor, was like sweet music to my ears.
As I began to unzip his pants, I noticed his erection. He was already hard as a rock, and I gasped as I felt the bulge outside his jeans. I took them off, so he was now standing only in his boxers and a white t-shirt.
Only a second later, he reached for my jeans. ''These looks so good on you, almost a shame to take them off. But off they shall-'' he said, as he unzipped my low-waisted Versace jeans, and took them off. Luckily, I came prepared, as I was wearing the most sexy and revealing lingerie that I had.
He stood for a moment, and looked at me, while he murmured something to himself.
A minute or two later, we were now both naked. Neither of us were ashamed, nor tried to hide our naked bodies. I've never felt more comfortable or seen by someone before. He looked right through me, and his eyes revealed a hunger that I'd never seen before.
**Narrators point of view**
Gradually Naomi relaxed, and her skin shivered under the skills of Peter's hands. He had taken her hand, and guided her back to his bed. He didn't want to rush it, cause he knew how much he was going to enjoy the taste of her skin, and the sensations her pussy would make him feel.
He turned her, so she was laying on her stomach, and he then began to rub her skin with the oil, that normally stood next to his bed. He usually only used it to pleasure himself, but he wasn't selfish.
Naomi's eyes were closed, and her lips formed a satisfied smile, as Peter reached to her butt. He massaged her cheeks so passionately, that Naomi felt like she was about to fly.
Her sins, flaws and deepest secrets escaped her body, leaving her with purity and complete numbness. He could do whatever he wanted, and she wouldn't mind. She trusted him.
His hands travelled every inch of her naked body, and he studied her every freckle and birthmarks, as if he was a scientist, studying the constellation. Meanwhile, she was seeing stars, because of the way his soft hands made her feel.
''Turn over,'' he said.
Naomi did as she was told, and turned around. Now laying on her back, Peter had a full view of her front. He licked his lips, as his eyes glanced at her breasts. She put her own hands on them, and used her palms to rotate the nipples.
Peter knew, that she was beautiful. But this view, was almost too perfect for him to bare. She didn't have to fool anyone, it was clear to see, that she was a dancer. Her toes were curled like a ballerinas, as he stuck his head between her thighs.
She wasn't able to control herself, and at this moment, a light and rather hoarse moan lingered in the room.
''Peter-'' she whispered, as she lifted her head, to watch his masterpiece. He didn't look up, he was too busy finishing the art that he started. Instead, he grabbed unto her thighs, and held a tight grip as he continued. She responded by grabbing a fistful of his hair, and used it to express, that she was close.
He wanted her to finish, but she didn't want it to end. So she used the power, that she recently forgot that she had, and dragged him by his hair, up towards her. ''Now it's my turn,'' she said with a smirk, as she got up and reached for his fully erected cock.
Her full, soft lips began to work systematically, with both her mouth and hands. Peter flinched from the feeling she gave him.
He looked down, at her strong back and admired the contours of her shoulders. With one hand, he slide it down her back, while using his short, yet clean nails, to leave a mark. It made her moan, which encouraged him even more. He grabbed her by her hair, and lifted her up, to meet her in a kiss.
They were starving. Both of them hungry, craving a fulfillment that only they, could complete together. As they broke their kiss, an intimate moment appeared. They looked into each other's eyes, with a trusting, yet desperate glimpse in them. Neither needed to say a word, they knew it was time.
Peter carefully, yet with passion, pushed Naomi down, so the side of her head was facing the pillow. She was on her stomach, but managed to keep her lower body uplifted, so he could enter with ease.
He didn't have to use oil, spit or anything else. She was perfectly wet, warm and ready for her. As he slid his cock inside her, they both gasped. His hands, gripped her forcefully by the hips, exactly where Naomi wanted him to.
They were in sync, as if they could read each other's minds. Despite not knowing each other very well, even despite the secrets that Peter hided, they suddenly felt like they knew everything there was to know, about each other.
They played the roles, that they were meant to. Naomi was dancing, using every trick she was taught. Peter responded to her skills, by moaning deeply into her ear. He had one hand on her hip, and used the other to lay pressure on her head. She loved it. And she told him, by moaning his name.
What they didn't know at the time was, that they had more in common, than they'd ever imagine. They were both good at lying, both equally messed up by a childhood, that left them with issues.
But neither of them had to lie tonight. Neither of them could. Every sound, movement and touch was pure. Real.
And they both knew, as they finished in an intense and perfectly synced orgasm, that they could never go back.
In fact,
They both knew, that the storm they were feeling inside, would soon burst into thunder.
**Naomi's point of view**
Everything outside Peters bedroom, didn't matter, half an hour ago. I was in a complete and overly ecstatic state of mind, leaving me with the best and most intense feeling I've ever had. My breathing was finally beginning to slow down, after spending the past thirty minutes, sounding like a track runner, done with her race.
What have I done?
Why does the man, who is currently in the shower, make me feel so different? I've been with men before. Six, to be exact. And I hand-picked them as easily as I would choose which apple to bring home with me, from the supermarket.
They were all equally fit, handsome and had a stamina like a horse. And I thought, each time I left their apartment, that they were the best sex I'd ever have.
But to think that they were all fooled, by someone as Peter, left me with a smile on my face. He wasn't extremely fit, like the others. He wasn't a model, like them. But his sex appeal. His stamina. His voice, when he's pleasured. Damn.
I'll never find anything as special as this.
I already know, that I will never get enough of him. I'm tired and sore, but I don't even care. I don't want to sleep. I want the pain, and the ache that he leaves me with. I already want to feel his weight on top of me again.
I want to feel his hands, laying pressure on my head as he moans my name into my ear. I want to watch his face, as he finishes.
I can't believe it. We've created something so fucking intense, that I feel like we could win a Nobel prize.
I could hear him in the shower. His bathroom was right next to the bedroom, and as I lied in his bed, complete naked with his blanket swept around me, I imagined his wet and naked body.
I snuck out of bed, and tip-toed out to the hallway, where I was met by a door, that wasn't closed. Behind the door, my face was warmed by the steam from the shower. Despite the fact that Peter was showering behind glass doors, I wasn't able to get a full glimpse of his body. The fog made him appear blurry.
I opened the glass door, and walked inside. The hot water tasted my skin, which made me close my eyes. He knew I was coming. I took one glimpse at his erection, and took a step towards him.
Finally a little spice! I hope y'all are enjoying this chapter ( if you know what i mean ;) )
**Lorenzo's point of view**
I remember one time, when I was ten, that me and my father went to Palermo together. He was there on a business trip, but wanted to bring me along, so I could learn a little about the business. I recall being so excited, mostly because I knew, that being the don's son had it's beneficials.
I quickly learned, that a lot of the benefits that came with that title, would leave me hungry for more. I didn't give a fuck, that people were afraid of my father, and therefore me, and I didn't care that we used that fear, to get what we wanted.
We got there in a private jet. Inside the jet, several gorgeous stewardesses were welcoming us, wearing little-too-nothing. By the look my father gave them as we walked in, I remember thinking, that he was used to that entrance.
I grew up with a lot of powerful men. And I was inspired by their power, the respect they got, and the money they had. My biggest dream was, to become the biggest of them all. And it was in my cards, I was supposed to become the next leader – the greatest leader Fratelli's have ever had.
And now, fourteen years later, the sound of the title has never seemed more frightening to me. It suddenly has a new meaning. Back in the days, I knew that my father would give his position to me, when he was too old to fight.
Now, he's not only too old to fight, but he's also too sick. Somehow, besides the fact that my father has the most dangerous job in the world, I never thought that he could die. Like, ever. Which is such an immature way of thinking, and even more stupid than the fact, that I can't follow my own families footsteps.
Or, I can.
But then I'd probably follow my father to the grave.
''I want to help, mama. It's not your mess to clean, and just you being here, is to dangerous. I want you to go back home and take care of papa and yourself. I'm perfectly able to take care of myself.'' I said, as I massaged my knuckles. They hurt a little, from punching the wall.
''If you really want to help, then help me figure out a plan for you-'' my mother replied, as she looked at me and Adrena. ''It's what your father wants.''
Something inside of me, told me to fight. It's what I've learned, and it's the mindset that my father so desperately wanted me to have. If I don't fight, then that's no better than pissing on his upcoming grave. I gave Adrena a quick glance, before I spoke.
''You know what? My father has done everything he can, to cover up my tracks, and he's put to blame for something I did. What kind of man am I, if not someone who stands up for his family? I can't just let you fight the Russian motherfuckers alone.'' I said, while I pulled out another cigarette.
I wasn't able to read if Adrena was either impressed or disappointed. And to be honest, I didn't really give a fuck.
''Mi amore, you will end up getting killed! I can't lose both of my men, I just can't. We can get you a jet somewhere, maybe you can go to-''
''I will NOT hide! I will NOT be a coward, and I refuse to be one of those pathetic excuses of a man, who leaves the dirty work to someone else. That's not how I was raised.'' I yelled, as I opened the door to go outside. I needed the air.
''Lorenzo, wait!'' Adrena yelled, as she ran up to me, from behind. ''I understand why you want to help your family, but don't you see how dangerous that is? Your mother said, that there's a war right now. You can't go back to New York, just because you're afraid that you're not man enough, if you don't.'' She added, while she looked at me concerned.
She had her arms crossed, probably to look a bit more insisting.
The fact that she thinks, that she has even slightest idea on how the mafia works, made me laugh. I envied her, for her complete naivety.
''You've only seen one side of me, Adrena. I can get real rough if I want to. I just never had to be like that, with you. But you've only known me for what, four-five days? Believe me, I'm not the one you should worry about.''
She frowned, and walked up closer to my face. ''What about me then? Should I worry about myself? I didn't sign up for any of this. If you chose to go back, fine. But I don't want to risk my life, so you can become the leader of some-''
I had to interrupt her, before she would say something that she'd regret later. ''I was destined to become the leader of Fratellis. It's been my destiny since I was born, and believe me – I didn't plan this either. I know that the russies wants to fucking kill me. But I have to protect my family, I've already been hiding for too long. I'm not a fucking coward, Adrena.''
I didn't even hear my mother walking out, before she suddenly stood next to me, with her brows raised.
''Lorenzo, you listen to me right now! I know you want to protect your family, and the empire that your grandfather raised, but you can't be this stupid-''
She paused, to take a drag of her cigarette. ''You are not exactly the most popular Italian in our family right now. Your cousins are blaming you for their father's death, and the Russians are, as we speak, counting the minutes it'll take for you to return to New York. They won't hesitate shooting you, and without being certain, I have a feeling that your cousins won't help you fight them.''
''My father will give me the position as the leader – cause we all know that I'm the only one who'd manage the role it takes. If my cousins works against me, then I'll make sure that they'll never get a job or a single payroll ever again. They wouldn't dare to touch the new leader of the mob.'' I responded, with a proud yet angry smile on my lips.
''I may not be the leader of the god damn mafia, but I sure am married to the man who is. And if he says that it isn't safe for you to go back home yet, then trust his words, mio.'' She replied.
''Then what am I supposed to do? I can't keep driving from town to town, while waiting for you to show up again, with my father's ashes in your trunk.''
I regretted what I said, the minute after the words left my mouth. I could tell that both Adrena and my mother was shocked.
''Wh-why would you say something like that?'' My mother asked, while her eyes teared up.
''I'm sorry. I'm just so fucking pissed. I didn't kill my own god damn uncle. And I didn't chose to kill those three idiots at Dimitri's house, I had to. I can't leave everything I have behind, just because of fear. The only way I'll leave this country, will be in a coffin, to be buried in Palermo.''
**Adrena's point of view**
While Lorenzo was trying to figure out what to do, I had a thought. Or, a memory to be more exact.
Even though I didn't want to think about what happened down in Dimitri's basement, I remembered something. A promise, that I made.
I'm not a woman of many promises, but I'm a woman who keeps the few that I have.
''Maybe we don't have to leave the country? I might know somewhere, where we can be safe.'' I said, as I looked at Lorenzo, and then at Elena. They both squinted their eyes, looking for something inside of mine.
''What do you mean?'' Elena asked, as she leaned in. I could smell her sweet perfume, and it reminded me of what I imagined 'real' mothers to smell like.
''Hear me out – I know someone who lives in a big city, and if I can get in touch with him, then he'd might help us out. We could probably live in his apartment, and spend a couple of weeks there, until you've gained your strength?'' I suggested. By the look on their faces, they didn't seem to impressed.
''A few weeks? Honey, this isn't some disagreement In high school, this is war. I'd suggest that the two of you leaves in a private jet first thing tomorrow – preferably to go somewhere in Europe.'' Elena said, while she crossed her arms.
Lorenzo on the other half, looked intrigued. He frowned, as he asked: ''who is this man, that you are so sure would help us?''
I hesitated for a little while, before I answered his question.
''My father. He lives in Chicago I think, and if we find him, then I'm sure he'd help us.''
To be honest, I wasn't sure. The man whom I share DNA with, probably doesn't even know remember my name. Worst case is, that he's dead.
''But you haven't spoken to your father since you were six?'' Lorenzo said. Elena looked at me, with a sad look in her eyes. The last thing I wanted, was for her to feel sorry for me. I ignored her glance, as I replied.
''I know. But I promised myself, when I was in Dimitri's base-…'' I paused. Saying the words out loud was harder than I thought. I took a deep breath and carried on – ''basement, that I would go see him, if I.. survived. And I did. All thanks to you. So please, let me help you for once.''
''I'm not saying, that I'm considering it. But if I did, then how do we find him?'' he stubbornly said.
I wasn't able to reply to his question, since I had no idea myself. The only thing I knew, was his name.
Samuel Calero.
i really hope y'all are still reading! I'm working on getting my contract signed, but i'm an idiot, so i keep making mistakes lol, but soon i'll be a contracted author (yay)
stay safe <3
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