Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Three years later...

I arrived back in Auckland two days ago, I’ve spent the last three and a half years in hiding. Every three months I was moved to another location in another city.  Every city meant a new Identity was created for me. It was hard to remember who I was and what my back story was at the beginning. But I eventually learned how to adapt to my new life and accept it. It took just over three years to get every member of the LA Cosa Nostra mafia rounded up and prosecuted. Gio had enough Information saved on his laptop and files in a hidden safe to have them all locked up for life. In the end, the Venturi’s managed to take them down from their graves.

I look up from the sidewalk of the building where Lucas penthouse still stands. I'm trying to find the courage to go up and take one last look before I put it on the market. I sigh, trying hard not to remember the events that took place there.

My phone rings and Chrissy’s name lights up.

“Hey,” I answer.

“Where are you?” Her voice is saturated with concern.

“I’m outside of Lucas building trying to will myself to go up and take one last look.”

“Zoe...” She sighs.

My name new name is Zoe Henningson, I’m Twenty Eight years old. I don’t look like my old self anymore, I bear a few tattoos up my arms,  I'm leaner and I have a good amount of muscle on me now. Anton and I trained everyday year after I went into hiding. I had time to burn, I had another chance at a new life. And with this life I chose not to be the vulnerable one, I had a new driven urge to be bigger and better. It's the reason why I got it.

‘Never Fear, Be Feared' tatted in Italian on my arm.

It's a reminder that I’m no longer the weak and frightened Vanessa I use to be. I'm the new and improved version. The old Vanessa would’ve been celebrating her Thirtieth birthday tonight. It's just by pure luck, that It was safe enough for me to be able to return to Auckland for Chrissy and Conrad’s engagement party being held a few buildings down instead.

“I could have come with you.” She slices through my trans.

“It's your engagement party. You have to be there.” I smile over the phone.

“Promise me you’ll call me if you need me, I’ll drop everything and stand at your side, Zoe.”

“I know, I'll see you soon.” I hang up.

She’s gonna freak when she sees me this I know for sure.

I rub my hands together and make my way up to the penthouse for the final time.

I swipe my card and push open the double doors. The penthouse house looks entirely different when it’s empty. A hollow pit starts to form in my stomach with every step I take.  I walk slowly through the house and reminisce about what used to be, images flash in my head of the way Luca had set up his home with expensive and yet very stylish furniture. I walk through every room and leave his till last. I turn the handle, slowly pushing the door open and with shaking limbs I walk inside. Dust heavily coats the floors, Roman was sending cleaners through every so often but I had pleaded with him to stop in fear of them completely erasing any trace of Luca and Rosalia that may have been left behind. I walk over towards the wall and slowly let myself slide down it, till my butt hits the floor. I look up and rest my head against the wall, closing my eyes.

“I wish things could’ve ended differently,” I say out loud.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I forced you to return to Italy.” I release a soft sob from my throat.

“I never meant for any of that to happen, I just wanted you to give me my space. Not to fucking pack up and never return you son-of-a-bitch!”

“These past three years have been so fucking torturous. I’ve never felt so alone in my damn life.” I chuckle. “I thought I was alone before I met you... And you had to come crashing through like a raging storm, sending my emotions into a disastrous Tsunami wave.” I feel one side of my lip curl.

“No man will ever mount to you no matter how hard they try. You’ve ruined me.”

A low growl fills the room. I startle and quickly jump to my feet! I open my eyes and quickly scan the room. I gasp, when my eyes land on his.

“You’re dead!” I say as I rub my eyes.

He takes a step closer, I move along the wall, keeping my back against it, in fear I’ll collapse if I don’t use it to support me. I keep the distance between us.

“Si, Luca Venturi died the night he walked out of your house. And Alessandro Russo was born a few weeks later.” He says softly trying not to scare me.

“You faked your death?” I question him.

“Si.”

“Hahahaha.” I scoffed loudly. “I should've fucking known. Cullum had come to see me and he told me about your plans, I refused to believe it!” I stare at him through mad driven eyes.

He sighs loudly, running his hands through his black hair.

“You’re different.” I point out.

I let my eyes run over him slowly looking him up and down.

“You grew your hair?” I smile.

His nape length hair was combed back into a low slick ponytail. There was a time I joked with him and asked him to grow his hair, so I could bury my fingers through his it as he buried his face between my thighs.

He remembered and it has my hands twitching to reach out and touch it, to run my fingers through it.

“You look rough, what happened to your pristine image?" I try to keep my words desire free.

"Living in a foreign country, working multiple jobs, under multiple Identities can do that to a man." He says roughly.

"You've changed too." His eyes slowly look me up and down. My toes start to curl and desire pools in my underwear. I hate that he still has this effect on me.

"You have tattoos?" His eyes stare at my arm covered in tattoos.

"Yes."

"You look, fitter." His eyes eating up my shapely legs hugged in my jeans.

"Anton helped to get me into shape." I run my tongue over my dry lips.

Lucas growl's filling the room.

"Did you miss me?" He steps towards me.

"Yes." I breathlessly say.

My feet move on their own and I take a step towards him.

"Did Anton touch you?" He hisses.

"Yes, multiple times." I groan.

He never touched me sexually though.

"I'll kill him." He sneers still moving towards me.

"Why?" I crush my thighs together, trying to dampen the ache in my sex.

'Because you're MINE!"

"I belong to no one." I pant.

"YOU'RE MINE! " He roars. "And I've come back to claim what is rightfully mine." He stands in front of me, his hot breath fanning my face.

I turn to leave and his hands grab mine, caging them in one of his. He pushes my body up against the wall, trapping me. My hands firmly behind my back, his front pushed up against me.

"Where are you going, Vanessa?" He asks huskily.

"I'm leaving, You're meant to be dead." I whimper.

"But I'm not." He grounds his erection into my ass and need pulsates through me.

"I mourned Luca Three years ago. I came today to say my final goodbyes." My chest rises vigorously.

"Si, continue to say your goodbyes, Tesoro. Alessandro will now take care of you."

His hand snakes around my waist, dipping beneath my jeans and through my underwear. His fingers find my erect nub and he slowly starts to massage it, using my juices to lubricate his fingers. I moan out in pleasure, slowly moving hips, riding his fingers desperately. He moves his head to my neck and starts to suck on my heated skin. He knows I'm ticklish and this move makes me crazy horny. I spin around and throw him up against the wall, his eyes full of lust and his dick hard for the ride.

"I'm going to taste you, then I'm going to ride you and let you come deep inside my pussy raw." I kiss him on the lips like a starved animal. "And when we are finished, this will only be a memory for Zoe and Alessandro to keep."

I kneel before him, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. I pull them down to his knees and come face to face with his engorged cock, seeping precum. He wants me just as badly as I want him. And I'll give him one last parting gift before we say our goodbyes forever.

I stick my tongue out and lick the honey from his cock. A deeply low growl leaves his chest and I feel it down to my sex. I stand before him and strip, I strip right down to my bare skin and I stand before him with my head held up high. I'm proud of my new body that I've worked damn hard on. His hands reach forward and I slap them away.

"I'm in charge," I say to him.

"Your body will be used for my pleasure today. I will have my fill of you on my terms." I run my hands over my breasts, my eyes never leaving him and pull on my hardened nipples. excitement courses through my body and I moan out in pleasure. I lick my fingers and dip them inside me, wriggling them around, being sure to generously coat them with my need. His cock twitches, I lick my lips tasting him. Pulling my fingers out of me, I bring them to his face and slide them between his lips. He sucks on them like a starved man. My Clit aches for him, he's the only man I've let eat me out and I've masturbated on numerous nights picturing him deep between my thighs. I place a hand on his head and gently push him down to his knees, I hang a leg over his shoulder and pull his face to my pussy.

"Eat me, " I tell him.

His eyes stare up at me for a split second, he mumbles something in Italian, then finally licks me.