I feel my body stiffen and my fist clenches the bedsheet fabric, his words resounding echoes in my head, and I have to fight back some stupid tears trying to roll down my cheeks.

I know it's my father. I know he won't understand, and I also know that I have to cross hell having him realize I'm not his little pumpkin anymore but a grown-up woman.

"Eve, I'm going to fix it. I promise," Enzo rushes to say when my silence starts to worry him, his words vibrating in his chest under my ear.

"Mhm," I hum.

Now, if there is something we all know about uncle Enzo, it's his adamant nature of always keeping his word. And that gives me a sort of comfort, hoping I'm worthy of his promises.

"Where do you want me to wait for you? Here or at your place?" I ask, brushing the tip of my index over his firmly shaped chest muscles.

He tightens the grip of his arm around me and lifts me till our faces are inches away.

His black eyes are sparkling, and his lips curl up in a smirk that messes with my insides again. He captures my lips in a life-sucking kiss and I moan.

"Truth be told, I would love to find you in my home when I'm back. In my bed. Naked. Ass up so I can land directly into you," he says, rolling me on my back and pinning me to the bed with the weight of his body. "But I don't want you to stay alone, amore. Just wherever you are, make sure you wait for me." (Love).

I smile and spread my legs, making him enough space between my thighs where he adjusted himself comfortably, grinning himself to my pelvis, groaning from the pit of his chest.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I might meet my Prince Charming before you come, you know. If you take too long..." I reply, pouting my lips like a little brat.

He grabs his shaft and places it between my folds, his eyes darkening and jaws clenching, probably not thrilled with my banter.

He slams himself inside not carrying if I'm ready or not, pushing himself all the way to the root of his girth and I yelp with a short pain while my muscles clench around him.

"Don't you ever say that, even in a joke!" he mumbles, anger and lust mixing in his eyes making his glare shine.

I shift my eyes to him, rolling my hips under him and watching arousal grow in his stare.

"Then you better not take too long being away, Don Enzo," I reply, challenging him and taking in his pounding, slow and long, in and out, while my nipples are hardening in his mouth.

I'm sore and exhausted and yet, he makes my cores throb and a pool of nerves bundling in my lower stomach.

"Don't you ever think that this belongs to someone else! Ever!" he grows, pushing himself deeper till I feel my cervix smitten.

I grab the hair on the back of his neck, pulling his head up and crushing my lips on his while he thrusts into me harder, till my brain becomes foggy and my thighs shake.

He pulls out of me and kneeling on the bed, spins my body around, crashing my face to the pillows and pulling my butt up, pounding in me possessively, while I moan and sob.

He increases his pace, and I grab one of his hands, bringing it to the crown of my head where he can push and pin me deeper.

"Enzo..." I mumble, trying to tell him I'm so close, but his pace increases some more, and his chest glues to my sweated back.

I feel his hot breath brushing my neck while biting and nibbling.

"Come. I'm with you, amore," he whispers in my ear, and I let my climax shatter me, clenching and unclenching around him while my legs tremble, knees buckle under his weight but happily, Enzo grabs my waist holding me, pounding two more times until I feel him filling me up and groaning his own climax into my ear. I smile, enchanted, fulfilled, and hopelessly fall in love with him.

We are both a mess of sweat and heavy breaths, crashing on the bed while Enzo pulls me in a hug, peppering kisses all over my face and neck.

"Eve, don't you ever even try to make me jealous. Those are the best times when I love my gun in my hand, and I swear, the motherfucker will never have a chance," he mumbles, and damn, I believe him.

"Yeah, don't get Mafia men angry," I smirk with mockery in my tone. "The story of my life," I mumble and wonder what the hell am I expecting. I'm a Mafia daughter, my life is bound to it.

I untangle my legs from Enzo's and try to leave the bed as my bladder is about to explode.

"Hey, come here," Enzo says and pulls me back in, crashing me on his chest. "What do you think if we leave for a few days? Somewhere, just the two of us. What do you think?" he asks, playing with my hair and twisting strands around his finger.

"Well, if you let me empty my bladder I might think and tell you what I think about it, Don Enzo," I say, wrinkling my nose up.

He laughs loudly and stands up from bed scooping me in his arms and walking towards the bathroom.

"Enzo, what are you doing?" I ask him unable to hold back my giggles.

He places me on the toilet and stands in the door frame, in the glory of his height, crossing his arms on his chest and making me drool when my eyes asses his muscles flexing in the process.

"There," he says.

"I'll not pee while you're watching me, Enzo," I scoff and fight to hold it.

"Oh, really?" he asks and turns on the water tap at the sink.

I feel my muscles can't hold it anymore, the water jet inducing my call of nature even harder.

"Enzo..." I huff but cocky enough, he wiggles his eyebrows, arms crossed back on his chest while my bladder gives up and the jet of the water tap is doubled by me peeing.

"This is disgusting," I say with a smile and a sigh of relief, shifting my eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

When I'm done Enzo kneels in front of me, lifting my head and pushing away the curly strands of hair from my eyes.

He peppers sweet, innocent kisses on my lips and face, cupped in his large hands.

"Nothing embarrassing about that, baby. Never feel embarrassed around me," he says, and I lean forwards for yet another kiss.

Damn, this is sick. I've just peed, and I'm already turned on. Again.

"Now tell me. Will you come with me?"

"What am I going to tell dad?"

"Whatever you feel comfortable with," he replies.

"I guess I'm going to involve Pepa here. She owes me, anyway," I say cheerfully.

And that's exactly what I've done. I've asked Pepa to cover me and tell anyone who is asking that I'm with her visiting her grandparents.

They are living on the other side of the state, and it won't be my first time visiting them.

As a kid, I've spent a few vacations over there. Countryside, a lot of fresh air and healthy food so mom and dad have been always delighted when Pepa's parents would ask them to let me join.

Enzo has refused to tell me this morning where he'll take me, but I have a hunch once he drives us towards the port.

"I hope you don't get seasick," he chuckles while parking the car.

"We're going sailing?" I ask already beaming with excitement.

"Among other things," he replies, bending over and kissing the life out of me.

Drenched! Soaked! Wet like hell!

Nothing about Enzo is something else but brutal arousal every time he would kiss me, touch me, even his deep voice is sending shivers along my spine.

"I love the way you lose yourself around me," he whispers in my ear before getting out of the car and grabbing our bags from the trunk.

I breathe deeply and let the nerves tickling under my skin settle before getting out of the car myself.

"Ready, amore?" he says, walking towards me, carrying our bags with one hand and grabbing my hand with the other. (Love).

My eyes snap to his smiling face once I heard him talking. I feel my heart swelling at his words and butterflies are racing in my chest.

I'm falling hard for Enzo with no chance of struggling not to. I'm doomed to love him with every minute more, I every kiss stronger, and every breath harder.

I stare into his eyes long enough to make him wonder, and he frowns while gluing his eyes to mine. I want him to say it again, I want to hear him again calling me 'amore'.

"Eve, what is it?" he asks with a tint of worry in his tone. I press my chest to his and bend back my head so I can fully see his handsome face.

I run one hand through his silky hair while one of his arms curls around my waist, crushing me stronger in his toned torso.

"Say it again, Enzo," I whisper.

He smirks and bends his head till his lips brush my left earlobe.

"Stop doing this. Not in here... amore," he breathes out the last word and my eyes stung with tears. (Love).

I feel him smiling against the skin of my shoulder and peppers kisses, making my skin shiver.

"I'm an old man, Eve. You'll give me a heart attack one day," he whispers.

"Oh, stop whining. You've started first," I say and in the next second, I feel the ground slipping off under my feet when Enzo grabs my waist and throws me over his right shoulder.

"Enzo, oh my God! Put me down. I can walk, you know?" I kept telling him, all laughs and giggles while he walks towards the yacht, getting on board.

"Not fast enough, amore," he replies, chuckling. (Love).

"Buongiorno, Don Enzo," a fat, short old man greets us once we are on board. (Good afternoon, Don Enzo).

Still hung on Enzo's shoulder I lift my head to see the guy and I blush with embarrassment, pretty sure I look like a tomato.

The man smiles sweetly back at me while I lift one hand and greet him.

"Buongiorno, Pedro. È tutto pronto?" Enzo replies without stopping but dropping the bags on his way. (Good afternoon Pedro. Is everything ready?).

"Si, Don Enzo. Tutto è esattamente come hai ordinato," the old man replies then he looks at me again. (Yes, Don Enzo. Everything is exactly as you've ordered).

"Buongiorno, signora," he tells me, and I want at that moment the sea to split in two and swallow me all. (Good afternoon madam).

"Buongiorno," I repeat like a parrot. "Enzo, someone is here," I whisper to him and all I get back is a loud chuckle coming from the depth of his chest. (Good afternoon).

"Of course, there is. He's our captain," he leisurely says and walks down the stairs of the cabin.

Once inside, he throws me on the king-size bed, and I yelp when the air is knocked out of my lungs on the impact.

He lays himself next to me, on his right side, head leaned against the palm of his right hand, pinned in the elbow.

"So, first we make love then we eat, or we eat then we make love?" he asks, a beaming smile spreading on his face.

I roll on my side, facing him, and curl one arm around his neck.

"As you wish, then we eat," I reply and press my lips on his, eating his mouthwatering smile.

We ate! Each other, over and over till we dropped both on the bed, sweated and spent, too tired to even shower.

Enzo pulls me on top of his chest till both of us restore our heavy breaths, brushing his fingers along my arms while I play mine on his chest.

It's late at night or maybe early morning. Who cares?

Thinking about Enzo leaving soon for as long as two weeks makes me want nothing more but to suck in each minute we spend together.

"Are you hungry, love?" he asks sweetly.

"Starving," I reply, trying not to sound desperate.

Probably I haven't done a very good job because my reply stirs a burst of loud laughter in his chest and earns a kiss on my forehead.

"Wait here. I'll bring food," he says and stands up from the bed, leaving me cold and disappointed.

I pout with a sob like a little spoiled kid, which brings him back to me and he plants a kiss on my forehead.

"I won't be too long, baby. Don't fall asleep."

He enters the bathroom and comes back moments later with a hot, wet towel that he uses to clean me up, with each wipe followed by a kiss.

I'm in bliss. I'm in a dream that I never want to end.

We get interrupted by a few knocks at the door, causing Enzo to shout.

"Che cos'è?" (What is it?)

"Una telefonata per te, Don Enzo. Viene dall'Italia," I hear Pedro saying from the other side with the door still closed. (There's a phone call for you, Don Enzo. It's from Italy).

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