Vince gave me a soft look like he was asking me if he could leave. I gulped, my hands were shaking nervously.

I didn't like the way it felt. The tension was making me uncomfortable.

"Leave, Vince." Tino growled and the wetness in my panties confused me even further.

Maybe it was the bulge that formed under Gianni's pants and was rubbing against my sensitive part or the way his fingers tapped the insides of my thigh like a piano.

I nodded at Vince and it was only then that he left. Tino's voice was angry while Gianni gripped my waist tight.

I needed to make that feeling in between my thighs go away and for a slight second, Gianni pushed his bulge against me and a soft whisper left my lips. That was the only thing that helped relieve the strange undeniably delightful yet uncomfortable pressure.

I looked up at Tino and he was looking at Gianni who had his chin on my shoulder. Gianni's hands that had stopped moving now cupped my breasts and I exhaled. It felt so good. But what made it feel better was the way Tino was looking at me.

Tino's muscled chest was exposed underneath his silk red robe and his eyes were now on me. He was a beautiful man. His brown silky hair was up in a bun but this time, it wasn't held together by a pencil but a yellow band.

His robe was untied but a pair of black boxer shorts was the only thing underneath the robe.

I felt thirsty.

"Why are you doing this, Gianni? The girl is clearly too innocent to know what you're trying to do. I'm not interested in whatever the fuck you think this is about. Just leave her alone. I made her breakfast. Let-"

"You think I don't know what you're up to, brother. Over my dead body are you taking her from me." Gianni's voice was calm and his fingers rubbed circles over my panties. I gasped and arched my back. The pleasure was undeniable. I stared at Tino whose eyes glazed over and he inhaled but he didn't look away.

Gianni stopped. It felt like he was trying to torture me and I turned to him.

"Gianni?" I whispered and the smug look on his face disappeared before he looked at me.

"Yes, Angel" his voice had gone soft and I wondered if it was just me he spoke softly to.

"Please..." I trailed off, unsure of what to ask.

Please touch me?
Made me feel good?
Take the pressure away?

"Let her eat her food, Gianni. Don't make me say it again" Tino's voice was warning and angry. Gianni's hand left my waist and I stood up. My gaze fell to the bulge under his pants and I heard him chuckle.

"She clearly wants something from me. Don't you, Angel?" Gianni's voice turned soft and I ran my tongue over my lower lip.

He was confusing me. What did I want?

I walked away from him and towards Tino. I made myself comfortable on his thighs and he hesitated for a few seconds before he pulled me closer, making my back rest against his chest.

"Comfortable?" He whispered pushing loose tendrils of my hair behind my ear and I nodded. It felt really comfortable.

"Good." I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't close to him. He pulled the tray holding my breakfast towards me and I smiled.

"Thank you" I whispered and he smiled, letting me dig into my breakfast. I could feel Gianni's eyes on me but I didn't look up at him.

It wasn't that I didn't like Gianni. I did. But I felt more comfortable with Tino.

Did that make me a bad person?

She flipped through the book I was reading and if it were anyone else, they'd regret it. My books were personal. I didn't share them with anyone else.

It had been two hours since she had finished with her breakfast. Two hours since Gianni had been glaring daggers at me.

"Fiore..." I called and she reluctantly looked away from the book and up at me. Her side was against my chest and she cocooned herself in my hold.

She was so soft to hold. So warm.

"Yeah? Do you want something?" She asked in that soft tone of hers and I cupped her chin, looking at those supple lips. God! She was so fucking sexy and beautiful.

I hadn't gotten over her curves. Her smile. Her.

"Can you go upstairs and change? There's blood all over your dress...and your thighs" she looked at her dress and her eyes widened like she didn't notice it before. I ran my hands along her thighs and felt goosebumps on her skin. I wanted more but she clearly wasn't ready.

My little delicate flower.

"Oh...Okay. I'll...uh...I'll be back" she stuttered, frowning at her dress and she placed the book on the table before walking away. I watched her wide hips sway and the waistline of the dress clung to her waist.

"I'm not taking her away from you" I told him as soon as she disappeared up the stairs and Gianni chuckled. I needed a smoke but I had forgotten the pack of cigarettes upstairs.

"I'm not having this conversation with you" he glared at me and I raked my fingers though my hair in frustration. He never fucking listened!

"That's good because you're gonna shut the fuck up and listen" I snarled. I hated that we were doing this to her. Throwing her back and forth. She didn't even know half of what was happening.

"I'm not taking her away from you. Just take care of her is what I'm saying. You put blood on her dress for God sake! She was making dinner at 2 am!" I threw my hands into the air. Gianni leaned back and adjusted his shirt, staining it with his blood again.

"Vincenzo! Get me the first aid kit and a new shirt" he yelled dismissing my previous words, proof that he didn't care about her.

"This is the reason they always leave you. You only care about yourself. Change that and maybe she won't be so repulsed by you" I snapped and pushed myself out of the chair. I was frustrated.

Instinctively, I hadn't realized that I was walking towards the stairs that led to Gianni's wing of the house. I stopped in my tracks and turned to where Gianni was sitting.

His fists were clenched and so were his jaws.

"Stai molto attento, fratello. Molto fottutamente attento"

😂 Why am I here? I don't know but enjoy! The drama begins.

I guess we now know who's the mature one and who's the reckless one.

Enjoy!
-Aduke 🌹