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   Francesca

"Ugh..." I groan. "This is fucking ridiculous."

I'm waiting in the garage, trying to be as patient as I can possibly be.

I pull out my phone, knowing the guys were thirty minutes late. I have practically walked a hole in the floor, from my pacing.

I have memorized every flaw and scratch of paint, Ria's blue Maserati has. I've been waiting for a while.....More than a while.

I open up the group chat just about to send a text right when the garage opens.

Vincenzo walks in with a nice black Armani suit and matching loafers.

I gulp, suddenly feeling embarrassed that he had to take my stitches out, when my pants were off, and my pink laced underwear were visible.

Sure when he stitched my leg he saw my undergarments, but I wasn't sober. Today I was.

I sigh, raising my eyebrow at him. "Lorenzo will be here in a bit. He is....um...."

I giggle, knowing what Vinny was hinting at. Lorenzo was doing the nasty with some innocent guy.

"Speak of the Devil..." I smirk at my best friend who happens to walk in the garage. Lorenzo's usual neat, slicked back hair was messy.

Vincenzo rolls his eyes, before swiftly getting into the car. "So how was it?" I wiggle my eyebrows, playfully elbowing Lorenzo.

Vincenzo once again rolls his eyes at our back and forth banter. "Delightful. That man really knew how to-!"

"God, Lorenzo! Gross, shut the fuck up." Vincenzo snarls, shaking his head in disgust.

"Oh please, fratello, you're just jealous of me?"

Lorenzo gets a scoff in return. "Me? Jealous of you, Enzo? Of what?"

I bite my lip, looking at the way Vincenzo's clenched jaw ticked. Obviously getting more than fed up with Lorenzo.

According to my calculations....I believe it will take about a couple more seconds until they start brawling.

Too bad I don't have popcorn.

"Sei arrabbiato perché Francesca non tí scoperá?" Lorenzo laughs, leaning in close to Vinny.

I gasp realizing what just came out of Lorenzo's mouth. My fist hits the middle of his chest with loud thump.

He groans, pulling me into a tight hug. "I love you too, little red."

"Fuck you."

"That's Vinny's job." He retorts. My cheeks light on fire, scoffing to play down my embarrassment.

"I hate-!"

"Would you two shut the fuck up!? We are here!" Vincenzo cuts me off, giving both of us a famous scary scowl.

"Yeah, yeah man. Don't get you panties in a knot." Lorenzo sulks, stepping out the luxurious car.

We are in front of a club with a bright neon pink sign. I could hear the music from inside, the beats shaking the ground.

My mouth is already craving a nice strong alcoholic drink. With a red umbrella in it, of course.

"Wait here for Giorgio." Vincenzo speaks into the night. "Tell Gio to start hacking systems. You need to go to the rooftop, make sure they have nobody waiting for us."

Lorenzo nods, smoothing out his black tie. "And if they do have back up, I will kill them."

"Good. Francesca you're with me." Before I can respond, Vincenzo walks in the club with long strides.

The smell of designer perfume and fruity drinks entered my nostrils. I have never been to this club before.

It was surprisingly nice, but way too crowded. Colorful lights twirled the room, as people danced on the disco floor.

All the songs on shuffle were ones I was not familiar with. Most of the ladies were grinding on men or other women.

I run to catch up with Vincenzo. We head past a ripped bodyguard with a tight white shirt on, displaying his huge biceps.

"Mr. Valentino." He nods. His eyes land on me with a small smirk. "Ms. Walsh."

Walking passed the bodyguard sent some major creepy vibes my way. I feel like that man is up to something that will effect us.

I push the sour feeling down, looking up to Vincenzo with a questioning look. "Where is Marino?"

Vincenzo scans the room with his scowl deepening every second. Something is wrong Marino, Vincenzo's father was supposed to be here.

He growls, "He has to be here. We planned this out perfectly, France."

My eyes travel to a closed booth, a classy laced curtain draped in front of the private booth. "Maybe he's in there? Or on the dance floor? Marino might have some wicked dance moves you don't know about..."

Vincenzo shakes his head with a small amused smile. "I doubt he's gotten' better at dancing. The man always had two left feet, unless he took dance lessons, he probably still sucks."

"Let's go try the closed booth. Get ready." We walk over to the booth, standing right in front of the curtain.

He clutches the curtain, mouthing "One, two, three!" He yanks the curtain down, as I whip out my gun ready to shoot someone.

"Fuck." Vincenzo curses in frustration. "The old bastard isn't here."

The whole private area was empty making it easy for us to get work done. The last thing we need was witnesses.

Vincenzo pulls out his phone from his pocket, putting it to his ear. His back faces the door as he taps his foot impatiently.

I sit down as he start cursing whomever is at the other end of the phone.

"He was supposed to be here. We had intel and a whole fucking plan! Deve essere andato via o sapeva che stavamo arrivando, bastardo."

A fuming Vinny runs his tattooed hand through his black hair. He speaks a mixture of Italian and English, making it clear he is pissed.

My eyes shoot over to the door behind Vincenzo. It cracks open slightly as he continues to rant on the phone.

After a while, nobody comes from the door so I go back to eavesdropping on Vinny's conversation.

I clutch my gun under the table as I hear footsteps heading our way. There is at least two fools who decided to come in here.

I side eye the men who came inside. To my horror, I watch as they point guns at the both of us.

With no time to warn Vincenzo, and my fight or flight instincts kicking in, I whip my body around, not caring about me slamming my knee into the leg of the table.

I fire two bullets at the man who's gun was pointed at the back of Vincenzo's head.

The dude goes down with two bullet holes oozing blood, on his head.

I immediately feel dread as I realize there is still a gun pointed at me. Before, I can even point my gun at him, a knife goes flying, impaling the man's neck.

I gasp, seeing Vincenzo facing me with a wild look on his face.

"I-Vinc-I-! I start to stutter, not knowing what to say but stop when he walks towards me.

"You chose to spare my life over yours?" He cocks his head to the side, his grey eyes darkening.

"I-!" I'm about to respond, but the craziest thing happens. Yet, the loveliest thing happens too.

Vincenzo pushes me, my back hitting the the wall.

Then suddenly he's kissing me with hard urgency. The graduating intensity increased as I moved my lips with his. I felt my arms cling to his neck as my head felt fuzzy.

The fuzziness did not feel bad to me. Although it was an unknown feeling. One that felt good.

I moan against his lips, as he pulls me closer to him. My knees felt weak as his lips sent fireworks down my body.

He picks me up, setting my on the cold table, curing me from my shaky knees.

I wanted more. I needed more. As if Vincenzo could read my mind, he shrugs his shirt off, tossing it aside.

My star-struck eyes travel down his sculpted torso. The definite lines and precision, carved into his body was Greek god-like.

I bite my lip as he pushes up my black skater skirt. His eyes meet mine, I can see the hunger in them.

Another moan slips past my lips when his hand brushes the inside of my thigh. The scar from where I got stabbed was clearly visible. He traces the ragged patter, sending waves of shivers down my body.

"Vincenzo please...." I trail off, not quite knowing what to say.

He smirks, his finger hooking the end of my white lingerie, before pulling them down.

Vincenzo leans down, giving me one hard kiss before tossing the undergarments in the pile with his clothes and mine.

"Fuck, Francesca." He groans, his eyes eating up ever single inch of me.

His large rough hands trail down my bare skin, and his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down my neck. His hand pushes my back flat on the table roughly, yet gentle.

I almost climax right then and there when he gets down on his knees, his cool breathe fanning my aching core.

I cry out at his teasing. He looks up to me with his beautiful grey eyes, smirking with a smug look.

My hips buck, my mind not being able to think, my body is taking control. "Vincenzo, please..." I beg for a second time, but this time, I grab his soft black hair, making him chuckle.

"You're persistent as ever, amore." He lets out another husky chuckle. "It makes me want to tie you up, and watch you beg for hours."

His hands slide across my stomach, to my hips, gripping my soft thighs firmly. "Vin-!" I'm about to yell at him for continuing to tease me, but I moan loudly instead.

Two fingers enter my core, making me quiver with pleasure. I find myself moving against his fingers, feeling completely addicted to his touch.

I just about melt when his mouth meets my sex. His wet tongue flicks over my clit sending me over the edge. "Shit, Vincenzo!"

The warmth from his mouth, his tongue lapping up my sweet nectar and his fingers were enough to drive me to insanity.

"Delicious." He groans, setting my pale skin ablaze.

A knot in my stomach tightens, as I moan out, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to me. I instantly move my hips, matching his rhythm, as I reach my peak.

As if he could read me, he mumbles, "Let go, amore." The vibrations from his lips were just enough to send me to a climax.

I was a moaning and quaking mess as I released. The feeling of absolute euphoria took over my body.

Vincenzo cleans me up, tossing me my clothes as I'm still on the table. He's about to speak, but his phone starts ringing.

With an annoyed look, he answers. "What do you want?"

I would have almost laughed if I wasn't still trying to catch my breath. I heard Lorenzo on the other end, speaking obnoxiously loud.

"Where are you two? I have been waiting here with Gio for over fifteen minutes. Gio is starting to annoy me with all his nerdy talk."

Vinny sighs, rubbing his temples and answering. "Will be there in a few."

He hangs up, pulling on his shirt then walking over to me. I'm shocked to see him grab my hand and pull me up into a sitting position.

"Here." He hands me my clothes, as his phone dings once again. "Fucking Lorenzo." He growls, he answers, but not before pecking my forehead with a sweet kiss.

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