This chapter is going to show you Angel's conflict. Time's running out.

ANGEL

IT IS ELEVEN O'CLOCK.

I have one hour to deliver the girl I love into the Grim Reaper's arms.

Dominic is the only one who knows, who is aware of the bargain I struck with John Mazzoli. Still, even as my heart races, I can't help wondering what it is the most powerful man in the city wants with Cade.

I glance behind me, noticing the way her chin-length blonde hair whips around her face. Her eyes are smoky and dark, sultry, as we hurtle through the streets of Sicily, and her mouth looks soft and kissable.

Is this all the time I have left with her? This last hour?

I roar the engine, and the motorcycle goes flying faster, faster―the air is chill and swirling, and this feels so good, so right, like I was always meant to be with Cade, like we were always supposed to be together.

But dark thoughts cloud my mind as we come to a stop. How can I be with her when I'm the leader of the Mafia? I have a duty to the Falcones, and Cade . . . as much as I love her, she's a distraction. And besides, as long as she's with me, she'd be a target.

I grab Cade's waist with both hands and swing her off the seat. Her dress swishes like a ripple of night air.

She leans forward and kisses me. Her hands slide over my neck, my back, against my chest. I have to force myself to lean back, out of her grip.

I tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear. "Come," I say, taking her by the hand.

"Where'd you bring us?"

"Wait and find out," I say. I already gave her a hint―when I whispered into her ear something very, very dirty.

I take her into a club that pulses with light and heat and writhing people. Unlike the ball, we are overdressed here―everyone wears scraps of silk and leather, and nothing is left to the imagination.

Cade holds my hand tightly as I take her into the back, the VIP part of the club. Here, people are wearing nothing, and they fuck openly in rooms with curtains. Sweat and heat perfume the air, and it's somehow steamy in the hallway.

There is a woman being ruthlessly pounded by a man with a serpent tattoo in one room. They didn't bother closing the curtain, and I can see the woman's calves flexing as she rocks against him. In another room, two women suck at each other's breasts while a man grips himself, watching.

I observe Cade, and although I didn't know what I was expecting, the open look of lust on her face surprises me. She watches with wonder, the violet lights of the club glistening on her features.

Under the dark glow of the hallway, surrounded by the sounds of moaning and whimpering and music, Cade looks like a goddess―dark, beautiful, mysterious. It seems there is an edge to her, sharp as a knife as she says, "Are we getting a room?"

"Do you want one?"

Cade nods and licks her lips, her hand on mine fierce. I know the feeling―we might have just had sex less than half an hour ago, but she needs it badly again.

My girl has needs, and I'm ready to satisfy them.

Of course, this wasn't a part of my plan, but we can get to that after.

"Nichol," I say smoothly, calling up the supervisor. He is an oily man, very welcoming, very eager. "A room, please?"

He blanches when he realizes who I am, and although I just heard him to another couple that the wait time was forty minutes, he ushers Cade and I into a room somewhere in the middle of the corridor.

Across the hall from us, two men thrust slow and deep into a woman through both entrances.

After noting that, I don't waste any time in getting rid of her clothes.

"I love your dress," I tell Cade, nipping at her lower lip, "but you don't need it anymore."

I slip it off her shoulders and it puddles at the floor, revealing her bare body. God, she's beautiful.

"Curtains?" I ask, moving to close them.

In a rough, husky voice, Cade says, "No . . . leave them open."

I notice then a host of toys set out for us. I take off my jacket and the lacy top, but I leave my pants on as I grab a set of dildos.

"What do you think?"

Cade points to the biggest one―it is the size of an eggplant, almost. "That one."

I'm going to marry this woman one day.

I grab cuffs and gesture for her to lay back on the bed. When she looks at me questioningly, I push her back and grab her wrists. I tie them to each bedpost, and then I tie her ankles as well, spreading her legs.

I strap the dildo around my hips, so it digs into my clit, and then I slowly part her.

"God, you're so wet," I say, as the tip slips in gently. Using her lubrication, I slowly circle her opening before plunging him in all at once. Her eyes part open and a surprised gasp escapes her. Pleasure dances over her as she shudders. I give her only a moment to adjust to the feel of me filling her before I start moving, fucking her harsh, rough. The way I know she likes.

Her moans are sweet, and she pulls desperately at the cuffs binding her to the bed. Her body arches and rocks, frantically seeking her release.

"Angel, Angel," she pants, letting her head fall back. I grab her hips, pulling her close to me, and she meets my every thrust with her own, inch for inch. I fill her so completely, so fully, that I know she is bursting with sensation. Every time I sink into her, she lets out a sound that brings me closer to the edge.

Lost with sensation, she closes her eyes. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. "I want to see your eyes, baby," I say, ramming myself into her. The dildo puts pressure on my clit, and I'm almost ready to come.

Her pink flesh is soft and glossy, her syrup spilling across the insides of her thighs. Cade opens her eyes, and I see passion blazing there, liquid fire that is spreading through the beautiful sky blue.

"I'm coming," she groans, and I keep thrusting into her as her body starts to shudder. The whites of her eyes show as she tips her head back, spine arching. Her wrists strain against the cuffs and she lets out a series of animalistic whimpers as she climaxes. I pound into her, wringing every last bit of ecstasy from her as she collapses back against the bed. My own release fills me, and I am lost as I come, my body shaking.

Instead of slipping out of her, I let the dildo fill her and I rest my head against her shoulder, burying my face in the soft satin sheets and her glowing skin. I kiss her, and she tastes like heat and sex. I don't think I'll ever get enough.

"That was . . . wow," she says.

I unsheathe the dildo and it makes a soft sound as it exits her wet flesh. Then I free her from the cuffs and she relaxes.

She burrows into me, and I wrap my arms around her. "You know," I say into her hair. "This is isn't quite what I had planned when I said we should leave the ball."

She gives me such a wicked smile I want to tie her up again. "What did you have planned?"

I put on my lace top, but I leave the blazer on the ground. I lift up Cade's dress so she can slip back into it, and she does, the motion effortless and easy. After that, we glide out of the room and into the back. When Nichol sees us leaving, he winks.

"Let me show you something," I say, and I lead her up to the roof.

I want this last bit of time with her to forget what I'm going to do next.

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What do you think Angel will do? Will she give Cade up? Will she sacrifice her family?

And boy, was that scene a little hot. I'm almost worn out just from writing it.

Let me know in the comments what you think! I want to dedicate one of you in my next chapter.

To the moon and back,
Sarai