“Do we have any other leads on who is pulling the strings behind the scenes?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Until this evening, I don’t believe I’ve ever allowed anyone to get close to me other than family, but Celia just felt right. When she was near me, I felt more alive. More myself. Just more. I can tell by the look in Antonio’s and Matteo’s eyes that they feel the same way. Celia makes us better men for her and each other. Her presence was magic to us, and that was something I’d protect at any cost.
The rustling sound of fabric brings me back to the present. Turning toward the bed, I glimpse Celia sitting up in the bed. Her blonde hair looks like a haystack on the top of her head, the sheet pulled taut against her breasts, hiding them from view.
“What was so important that Matteo had to interrupt us?” She smirks, mischief dancing behind her eyes.
It seems our girl wants to play.
“He was just jealous we didn’t wait for him,mia amata.” I chuckle, climbing into the bed beside her and nuzzling my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent.
“What does that mean?” Her fingers scrape against my skin, and I groan as my cock hardens.
“What?”
“Each of you has called me something different. A nickname of sorts in what I’m assuming is Italian.”
“My beloved.” I hum, running the tip of my nose down her neck before kissing the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.
She tilts her head to the right, giving me better access to her neck. Her eyes drift shut, humming in contentment. My eyes flick to Matteo quickly before settling on Antonio. I can only imagine what’s going through her mind. When she walked into our room at Club Sin, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Now she is in the bed of two of the most dangerous men in all of Chicago who’ll do anything to ensure she remains there. Safe and protected from whoever is out to get us.
“My dearest.” Antonio groans before climbing into the bed on her opposite side, nibbling along her bottom lip, begging her to let him in.
Instead of being nervous and on edge like I expect, she’s the picture of calm and relaxed. Her body melts into mine as Antonio deepens the kiss. My cock hardens watching my brother kiss her, the two of them connected in a way he and I never could. I’ve shared plenty of women with my brother, but never once have I had the desire to join in, to touch and feel…
“What the matter, my Super Saiyan?” she whispers before brushing her lips against mine, bringing me back to this room with the three of them.
Matteo barks out a laugh before taking a seat at the end of the bed and placing his hand on her ankle. “What did you call him?”
Her cheeks pink, and she ducks her head, burying it into the crook of my neck. “It’s the first thing that came to mind as a nickname for him. It’s the strongest character in an anime I watched when I was younger,” she pouts. “I wanted something cute to call you, too.”
I smile down at her, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “Not that I know what that is, but you can call me anything you want as long as it means you’re mine.”
“Ours.” Antonio and I lock eyes over her head before turning his attention quickly back to Celia. “What are you going to call me?”
“Goofy,” she blurts out, and I bark out a laugh.
“That’s fucking perfect.” The corner of my mouth twitches up into a smile, the tightness in my chest releasing slightly.
“And me…” Matteo grins as I watch all the tension in his body melt away. “I called you little sparrow.”
“Like a caged bird,” she croaks, tears pooling in her eyes.
The tension returns to all our bodies, the bubble of bliss surrounding us bursting. We can only keep her at arm’s length for so long. We need to tell her what happened to her apartment, and the four of us need to put our heads together and come up with a plan.
“Saved by the bell.” She giggles, wiggling her way out from between my brother and me before climbing out of the bed and grabbing a small cell phone out of her bag that Antonio had placed there earlier this evening. She slips it open and presses a few buttons. “Ugh, I really don’t want to go to work.”
“You’re not going,” the three of us respond at the same time without missing a beat.
The last thing we are going to do after we almost lost Celia is let her out of our sight, and she isn’t going anywhere near the club. It’s the only thing connecting all the players: her sister, Celia, and O’Banion.
“Excuse me?” Her eyes narrow, shoving her phone back into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. “I have to go to work, or did you forget people are watching me? If I make one false move, they’ll send me more pieces of my sister.”
She flings the bedroom door open and storms toward the front door. Thankfully, Matteo is quick on his feet and steps in front of her.
“Move, Mr. Farmer, or the only part of me touching your dick will be my knee.” Her hip cocks to the side as she waits impatiently for answers.
“Mr. Farmer?” Matteo questions.