Chapter 38: Chapter 38

When I arrived back in front of the villa with my confused chaos of thoughts, Nicolo was already standing at the front door and curiously looking at me while I glared at him with a provocative grin.

"Thank you, Vica, really!" he said and immediately I rolled my eyes and stood next to him for a moment.

"Don't forget that I have something good with you," I replied with a smile and then disappeared inside, where the cool air of the entrance area immediately blew towards me. I took a deep breath, glancing into the living room, but no one seemed to be down here but me, so I took the stairs up and made my way to my bedroom.

"Gino?" I called out a little louder as I stood in the empty bedroom, but got no answer. However, what I did hear was the water was running in the bathroom.

I hesitantly padded to the white door and stayed there for a short time, somehow lost. I thought about everything that had happened that day. Mentally went through all the good and all the bad again and then made the decision that maybe I needed Gino a lot more than I realized after such a short time.

Determined and eager for his soothing closeness, I put my hand on the doorknob and pushed it down to immediately catch the scent of his harsh shampoo.

My gaze fell to the booth through which I could see his bare back, albeit blurry through the fogged glass, but even so, he just looked incredibly handsome.

Red-cheeked, my eyes darted fleetingly over his butt until he suddenly turned and opened the booth, my heart pounding a beat as his already dark eyes darkened even more at the sight of me.

"I've been waiting for you, baby," he breathed, grinning, running his hand through his wet, black hair before blinking and looking at me expectantly.

What a sight.

Without saying anything to him, I opened my dress with a look into his eyes and slowly let it slide down to me, to then get rid of shoes and my underwear. Gino kept watching me with his intense gaze, which was already heating up my core even though I wasn't even touched by him.

When I finally ran towards him, he grabbed my hand and helped me to climb into the cabin, then immediately put his hands on my cheeks.

"Where have you been so long, amore?" he demanded, piercing me with his eyes, but I avoided him immediately and let my head fall back to enjoy the wonderfully warm water on my skin with my eyes closed while my hands sought support in his strong shoulders.

"I had to help Nicolo with something," I said softly, and I had no intention of lying to Gino about the Ferrari, but luckily for me he didn't ask any further, instead grabbing my hair to pull my head slightly to one side .

"Come here," he whispered sternly, storming his lips onto mine, making me sigh with pleasure into the kiss and wrap my arms even tighter around his neck while my body pressed even closer to his, eager for him.

I could already feel his hardness on my abdomen, which made me even more impatient and amused to be able to trigger such physical reactions in him.

His tongue played around mine. wild. uninhibited. just like Gino was and I enjoyed being able to surrender to his guidance after this day. I didn't want to make any decisions for myself anymore, I didn't want to think about anything else anymore and I would have liked to lock myself and him here for days just to give myself to him and to push away the world out there, which always wanted to throw me into chaos.

"Turn around," he suddenly said as he broke away from my mouth and I hesitantly looked up at him, watching the water running continuously through his thick hair and biting my lip in embarrassment.

"But I want to touch and kiss you," I admitted with a pout and immediately a dirty grin spread across his lips before he pulled me into a passionate kiss again that made everything inside me tremble.

"Anything you want," he breathed, running his hands down my side, sending goosebumps all over my wet body. When he finally got his strong hands on my butt, he easily lifted me onto his hips and pressed my body against the wall behind me while I moaned in pleasure and couldn't wait for him to drive me insane.

"I'm going to be a true romantic."

He caressed my lips, trapping me between him and the wall, and I cupped his face in my delicate hands before kissing his neck from his lips, causing him to close his eyes as he seemed to visibly enjoy my caresses.

"Fuck man, I like to fuck you so much," he suddenly whispered into this actually romantic atmosphere, whereupon I removed my lips from his neck and gave him a warning look. "What is it?" he wanted to know with a grin and grabbed my butt a little harder so that I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes challengingly.

"You can put that a little nicer," I demanded with a raised eyebrow and then suddenly felt how he pushed his cock into my middle with a single hard push, causing me to lay my head on his shoulder with a groan and clutching his back tightly .

"Nice ain't my thing baby."

Again and again he thrust into me uninhibitedly while I clung to his strong body and moaned loudly enjoying the fact that he took what was due to him without consideration.

"Look at me, Ludo," I heard him gasp as he continued to move relentlessly inside me, but I was barely able to respond to his words, preoccupied with his cock's hard and deep thrusts over and over again pushed into me until it stopped.

When he suddenly stopped moving inside me, he pulled himself out of me completely and jerked my shoulders around so jerkily that I grabbed the wall with my hands and started to tremble slightly.

"Gino," I moaned and wanted to touch him, but he immediately pressed my neck even tighter against the wall to claim me again with deep, rhythmic thrusts from behind, which only made me more willing to his hardness.

"Do you like how I fuck you?!" he breathed into my ear from behind, giving me goosebumps and he grabbed my chest to move a little slower inside me, which made me stretch my pelvis towards him more demandingly and sighing for more.

"Yes," I groaned, my voice shaking, turning my face slightly to look at him pleadingly over my shoulder.

Our eyes, covered with passion, got lost in each other and immediately his thrusts became harder again, while I closed my eyes and only breathed in ragged breaths.

A gasping cry of pleasure came from deep in my throat as he suddenly pulled me back by my hair so that my neck slammed against his shoulder and I felt, heart racing, him caressing my neck, sucking my skin over and over again and again kept moving inside me, moaning deeply.

"Appartieni solo a me! (You only belong to me)", he whispered menacingly and in addition to his cock inside me, which filled me completely, I also felt his hand on my sensitive spot, which drove me towards my climax at breakneck speed.

"Please don't stop!" I yelled almost out of breath and he let his cock slide into my wet tightness faster and faster, at the same time circling his fingers faster over my sensitive spot. His dark moaning close to my ear made me tingle all over my body and I felt like I would never recover from this fuck, it felt so breathtaking.

"I'm coming!"

"Look at me!"

Turning my face to him, I felt my climax coming over me mercilessly and the faster I moaned, the harder his last thrusts became until I cried out trembling and my entire body was carried away by this force of feelings.

"Fuck!" I heard Gino and shortly afterwards I felt him spill deep inside me while my muscles tightened around his cock again and again.

"Oh god," I breathed, trying to catch my breath somehow. Leaning my forehead against the wet wall, I clutched my racing heart, which I was sure would stop beating with adrenaline at any moment, while Gino leaned close and planted gentle kisses down the back of my neck .

After a moment of utter silence, during which I could only hear the water pounding on the cabin floor, Gino pulled himself out of me while I was still utterly spent, turning around to face him slowly and out of breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning past me to reach for a body wash, which he dumped on his hands and began gently lathering my shoulders and breasts.

"More than just okay," I breathed in complete dismay, leaning my back against the wall behind me to even be able to support my shaking body.

"I'm serious, anatra," he said and then distributed some shampoo in my hair to massage it in gently while I looked up at him questioningly and our eyes met.

"What then?"

"That I like to fuck you," he winked and I immediately punched him lightly in the chest, while his grin seemed to get even bigger from my admonishing look.

"But I like it too," I then admitted quietly, avoiding his gaze in embarrassment, but he immediately lifted my chin slightly and looked at me with an incredibly beautiful twinkle in his dark eyes.

"What do you like?" he asked amused and I bit my lower lip shyly to roll my eyes with a smile.

"That you're fucking me," I then whispered, barely audible, and somehow ashamed, but it seemed to drive him on again immediately.

"Wait when I get home from the club in the morning," he grinned stupidly, turning me slightly on my shoulder. "Now head back."

I let my head fall back, closed my eyes and enjoyed him washing my hair while he kissed my cheek over and over again.

After we both got back to the bedroom, Gino dressed in light jeans and a black shirt while I stood in front of the closet wrapped in a towel and not really knowing what was in store for me that evening.

"Am I actually going to this wine festival now?"

I looked questioningly at Gino, who was sitting on the bed behind me and staring at his cell phone, lost in thought, without even paying attention to me or my words.

"Gino?"

"Hmm?"

He just glanced at me, raised an eyebrow questioningly, and I took a deep breath, cursing his stupid phone at the same time.

"I asked if I would go to the wine festival."

"Si," he said immediately, standing up to put his phone in his pocket and hug me from behind. "My father thinks important people are coming and if I'm not there, then at least my future wife should be there."

He looked over my shoulder at me in the mirror and this moment here, standing firmly in his strong arms, was almost even nicer than our dalliance in the bathroom, because it was so familiar, as if we had known each other for ages.

Couldn't it always be this easy?

"Amore mio," he broke away from me far too quickly and stood in front of me at the closet to pull out black jeans and a loose red shirt. "Put this on."

He held out the items to me, which I eyed briefly skeptically before accepting them and raising an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't I wear a dress?"

"Are you going to wear one? I mean, if you really want to show off your breasts and legs to those rich sacks, go for it!"

He spoke as if he was irritated just by my question and it took me a moment to even process his words.

"Are you serious?" I asked, but there was no point in even questioning it. Over the past few weeks, I had increasingly noticed that the longer we were together, the more possessive he became of me, but I was able to accept that.

"Si," he replied taciturnly and disappeared into the bathroom again while I started to put on my underwear and jeans.

"Why aren't you coming with me?!" I called after him and slipped into the red shirt and then plugged my hair dryer into the socket next to the closet.

"I'm not good with other people," he replied, and I could even understand it. Gino wasn't one to make small talk. One wrong word from someone and he would surely blow up the whole wine festival. "But I'm trying to be home early today."

He walked towards me from the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of his familiar perfume, enjoying his tender kiss on my lips as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

"Please take care of yourself," I breathed into his mouth, thinking about what had already happened in this gloomy club and he immediately took my face protectively in his hands to examine me intently.

"And you on you, amore."

Gino had been gone for a while, so I was still blow-drying my hair and then pinning it up to pull out a few strands in front so that at least my hairdo looked reasonably elegant.

Ready, I also left our bedroom and met a waiting Giovanna downstairs in the entrance area, who immediately took a hostile look at me.

I let my gaze wander over her really short black dress and stood opposite her on the banister to simply ignore her skillfully, but again she couldn't stop provoking me without reason.

"Are you going to embarrass us with your outfit?", she commented on my outfit and annoyed that she was apparently up to a fight with me again, I took a deep breath and just grinned stupidly at her.

"And you seem to have followed Gino's advice. as long as it's cheap," I replied blankly, and she immediately came over to me with quick steps, stopping right in front of me. She tossed her beautiful curls demonstratively over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow in disdain and looking me up and down.

"I warned you! You should stay away from him!", she hissed softly and clenched her jaw so tightly that it cracked slightly.

Hopefully her teeth would fall out from all the grinding.

"You think I'm stupid? You two went out together for almost an hour! Would you like to explain to me what the shit is all about?!"

"First," I began, taking a step towards her as well. She didn't have to think that I would continue to be intimidated. I had experienced so much in the last few weeks that she could be glad that I didn't have a gun in my pocket at that moment. "We didn't go out together and secondly, it was about his Ferrari!"

"Oh, Ferrari," she mimicked me theadrally, before targeting me even more angrily. "So that's what you cheap bitch call his cock!"

"Could it be that you're stupid?" I asked her straight out and I really meant this question because it just couldn't be true that she drew such conclusions from it. "I just had the best sex of my life and I don't need to give Dario a second thought! He's all yours, believe me, I don't want him!"

When she suddenly started to grin stupidly and looked past me, I held my breath tightly and turned around very slowly to look directly into the blue eyes of Dario, who immediately avoided my gaze and walked towards Giovanna.

"We can," he said to her and before she took his arm, she gave me a triumphant smile and then left the villa with him while I stayed behind in the entrance area with an open mouth and a guilty conscience.

It hurt me incredibly that Dario had heard those words, but I just didn't have the will or patience to get into arguments with Giovanna over and over again. It only caused unrest in the whole family. Maybe it was better that way, that he thought I definitely didn't want him. Then such strange situations as a few hours before between us would no longer occur, which only confused me anyway.

"Ludovica?"

Enzo stood next to me and gave me an irritated look while I fixed my eyes on him and put my thoughts of Dario and Giovanna aside. I admired his really nice, dark blue suit for a moment before he cleared his throat and slowly let his gaze wander over me.

"Wouldn't you like to wear something.well.dressier?"

"No," I answered immediately, walking towards him. "That's how I feel most comfortable."

I didn't want to stab Gino in the back and thought it might be better to pretend this outfit was my idea.

"Well then," Enzo said and the way he looked at me made me feel really underdressed, which was okay. I didn't know anyone there anyway and the way Giovanna was, I was sure I'd have a load of red wine in the middle of my face and on my clothes anyway. "Then let's drive."

We left the villa together and arrived at the carport, he politely opened the door of his Mercedes for me, which I hurriedly got into and took a deep breath. This evening was already starting to feel exhausting to me, and it even occurred to me that I would rather have gone to the fucking club with Gino than had something like the wine festival without him.

"Basically-" Enzo suddenly struck up a conversation next to me, pulling away down the driveway. "-it's just about making some contacts and maintaining other contacts. Most of the conversations will be between Giovanna and Dario, so just behave and be polite."

"Ai ai, sir," I said in response to his words and he immediately looked over at me confused, which made me smile stupidly.

We didn't speak further and although Enzo was always very controlled, as was Dario, I somehow sensed his posture as if he were nervous. He was constantly staring at his watch and fiddling with the steering wheel with his fingers, which automatically made me nervous too, although I was actually quite relaxed by the soft music from the radio and the setting sun.

"My wife used to attend such events regularly," he suddenly broke the silence and I looked over at him curiously as he smiled to himself, lost in thought. "She was very warm and had a natural gift that once she started telling her delicious jokes, you just had to love her."

There was a smile on my lips too and I had to imagine that she was definitely a mixture of the best qualities of Gino and Dario. Confident, charming, spirited and beautiful.

Too bad I never met her.

After we didn't discuss the subject further and everyone seemed preoccupied with themselves, we arrived in the dark at a large parking lot that was separated from the road by a wide barrier.

Enzo rolled down his window and showed a ticket to a security guard, who nodded and motioned for his colleague to let us through.

My gaze immediately fell on the many lights in the surrounding trees and I also recognized many stands at the edge of the parking lot, where wine was probably offered for tasting. Hope that stuff was free.

"So, don't talk much, look good and smile," Enzo instructed me again when he had parked the car and was eyeing me intently.

"I get it. Don't make a fuss."

After he nodded and got out of the car, I got out and glanced up at the dark sky. This place, which seemed further away from Palermo, had such a beautiful view of the stars that I was only too happy to grab a bottle of wine and head off to the beach.

How I missed Gino in that moment, even if he wasn't a romantic, I'm sure he would have at least tried to be one for me that night. I knew that.

"Are you coming?" Enzo snapped me out of my thoughts and held out his arm, so I reluctantly linked my arm and strolled with him across the gravel of the wide parking lot.

"Was Gino different before his mother. so your wife.", I stammered and looked over at Enzo, who took a deep breath and looked as if this question was too much for him at the moment. "Sorry, it's none of my business," I immediately added nervously, but Enzo patted my hand and glanced at me.

"Yeah, I guess we all changed after her death. Dario was with her when she was tormented and-".

He stopped short in his story and stayed with me.

"He could only watch and Gino hasn't forgiven him to this day. He thinks he could have saved her, but nobody could have. I'm very grateful that at least Nicolo was still too young to really do it all understand, because my two eldest sons will probably carry this guilt with them forever."

He sounded so wistful and broken that I couldn't help but wriggle my arm out of his and hug him tightly. His body tensed, which showed only too clearly that he must have been surprised at my action, but it wasn't long before he returned the encouraging hug and accepted that it should at least be a small consolation.

As I hesitantly pulled away from him, I saw a small tear that, despite its size, revealed to me the full pain of his broken heart.

"So," he then said and took a deep breath to wipe away the tear as well. "But enough about the past. Let's enjoy the evening and look for the others. She wouldn't have wanted us to live in eternal mourning."

He took my arm again, put on a smile and I did the same and let him lead me to the large square where I recognized Giovanna from afar, who was standing at a barrel with Dario next to the dance floor. They were already drinking and chatting with some other men, but I looked away from them and looked at the many garlands that gave off a nice, warm light while listening to Italian music being played by a band at the edge of the dance floor became.

"Vica?" someone suddenly spoke to me from the side and I couldn't believe my eyes when Luca stopped behind one of the stands and waved at me with a smile.

"Don't tell me you know him," Enzo whispered sternly to me and I looked over at him in irritation. "We don't talk to employees, Ludovica. That gives the family the wrong impression."

"He's not an employee," I explained, pulling my arm away from him in the process. "He is a friend."

Without waiting for Enzo's reaction, I ran towards Luca and was very glad that I didn't have to go with him to spend the whole evening with Giovanna and Dario playing the perfect couple.

"What are you doing here?" I greeted the chubby Luca and looked at him with a smile while he blushed slightly and straightened his red bow tie.

"The stand belongs to my grandmother. She forced me to help," he explained, nodding past me. I follow his gesture and saw an elderly lady talking animatedly to some women. "And you?"

"I was dragged here by my father-in-law."

I, too, nodded in the direction of Enzo, together with Dario and Giovanna, standing at one of the large barrels that served as tables.

"Yes, it's hard to say no to a father-in-law like that."

Luca looked over at the three of them nervously, but I just rolled my eyes and thought about how chilled Enzo was compared to the rest, until I sighted some bottles of wine and started to grin.

"Will you make me a glass?"

"Sure," Luca said and opened one of the bottles to put it on the low counter in front of me along with a glass.

"Thanks very much."

I savored the wine while Luca had to serve other guests and admired the many beautiful dresses the women wore. I probably really shouldn't tell anyone who I belonged to as it was really embarrassing standing around in jeans and a red t-shirt.

After a while, after I had already had a few glasses, the dance floor filled up more and more. It looked gorgeous as the couples moved to the music while the band's lead singer seemed to be in his element and the stars twinkled brightly down on us.

My eyes kept falling to Dario, who was still standing by the barrel with his father, his fiancée and others and hadn't looked at me the whole evening.

Why should he?

"Buona serata," I suddenly heard someone close behind me and although I didn't think that someone meant me anyway, I turned around curiously and wondered why this handsome guy meant me after all.

He was wearing a black suit, holding a glass filled with white wine in his hand and staring at me with his piercing green eyes so intensely that I began to blush under his gaze. He probably thought I didn't belong here with my elevator and I quickly wanted to turn back to the dance floor, but then he stood right next to me.

"You don't have to blush because of me," he whispered in my ear and slightly annoyed at his proximity, which seemed way too exaggerated to me, I stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

I confidently tried to come over, but when he suddenly put his glass on the counter next to mine and grabbed my hand, I was overwhelmed and lost in what was going on.

"Dance?" he asked and he could have saved himself this question because he was already pulling me to the dance floor without even waiting for an answer from me.

My look for help fell on Enzo and Dario, but they were just laughing amused and not paying attention to me.

"Don't worry, I'm leading," the guy said, still completely convinced of himself, and simply put his hands on my waist after placing my hands on his broad shoulders.

"Maybe I don't want to be led at all," I replied and we slowly moved to the beat of the music while other couples gathered around us.

"I do think you're someone who needs tough guidance, Ludovica."

His voice changed and as I stared at him, confused that he knew me well, he pulled me tighter, already hurting me slightly, so I tried to push him away from me.

"Please let go of me. I don't want to dance anymore!" I politely tried to persuade him to let go, but as I stared up at his face, I realized that he even liked the way he treated me.

"And I never wanted to get into that situation," he explained calmly, removing a hand from my hip to brush his dark jacket slightly to one side, where I spotted a police badge, wide-eyed. My heart pounded against my ribs so fast from one second to the next that the change in my emotions made me slightly dizzy and I could hardly catch my breath.

It was him. The one whose best friend Gino had beaten to death. The one who almost shot my head off in the park. The one who belonged to Giovanna's family and now that he was standing in front of me, held me captive in his hands, scaring me so much that my whole body started shaking.

"Don't worry," he whispered, pulling me so close that he could rest his head on my shoulder while continuing to move with me to the beat of the music. "I just want one very simple thing. Let's say a favor between friends."

I swallowed hard and kept looking over his shoulder at Dario to mentally yell at him for help, but it was useless. I was alone. all alone.

"And this favor would be?" I asked quietly.

"Actually, I just wanted revenge. Gino's death. but then I saw something that made this whole thing more interesting for me."

"And what?"

"You and Dario and the way he looks at you."

I jerked my head from his shoulders in surprise and looked at him in disbelief until he jerked me back against him and brought his mouth close to my ear.

"I've been after Giovanna for so long but never got a chance. But what if you leave Gino and claim Dario for yourself? A man's eyes never lie. He would never reject you if he could have you .Giovanna would find her comfort in me and Gino gets what he deserves.Heartbroken if that bastard even has one!"

"Forget it!" I blurted out just thinking about doing something like that to Gino, but this cop seemed sure of himself.

Completely calm, he took his cell phone out of his pocket, tapped it and held it out to me without a word. I hesitantly took it in my trembling hands and watched a live broadcast from the club. Gino sat on one of the armchairs, of course again with a half-naked on his lap and talked to other men.

"Now look," the policeman demanded my attention and spoke into the cell phone in a different language, which somehow sounded slightly Russian.

My gaze fell back to the phone and I watched with huge eyes as a pistol was briefly held in front of the camera, aimed squarely at Gino.

"Stop!", I brought angrily through my lips and looked pleadingly into the green eyes of the guy in front of me. "Stop! Now!"

"Are you doing what I ask?!"

"Yes! Yes! But please get the guy out of the club! Please!"

Some of the people dancing around us looked questioningly at me, but I seemed cut off from the rest of the world. I got so nauseous at the thought of Gino dying, for my sake, that I dropped the phone from my shaking hands and ran to the edge of the dance floor, violently puking.

What the fuck freak show was that?!