Mob Boss Milkmaid (6 page)

“I believe he’s in the basement, ma’am. Would you like me to call him?”

I shook my head. “I’ll find him.”

“Ma’am,” the guard said, stopping me. “I believe he’s working.”

So, Tony was still alive. I smiled at the guard. I couldn’t remember his name at the moment. “If my husband is still alive, I’d like the chance to speak with him.”

“Umm, I’m not sure Mr. Carducci would like that.”

“Then call and warn him I’m coming,” I said before making my way down the hall. I descended the staircase to the first level. I’d never been to the basement, but I doubted it would be hard to find. I rounded the corner and spotted two men on either side of a closed door. It was obvious both men had already been dealt with because their faces were bruised and swollen. I didn’t feel the least bit bad about their punishment.

“I assume the basement is through this door?” I asked as I approached.

The two men shared a quick glance before nodding.

Before I could reach for the knob, Vince opened the door from the other side. “Mr. Carducci is waiting for you,” Vince announced. “Be careful on the stairs. They’re rather steep.” He held out his hand, but I waived his help away.

“I’ll be fine.” I used one hand to hold up the hem of my dress and the other to cling to the railing as I made my way down the steps. I was surprised to find a large room with a well-lit hallway running off to the side.

Vince gestured to the hall. “This way. Mr. Carducci has kept Tony alive because he assumed you would eventually come down.” He led me toward a door and knocked twice before opening it. “Ella,” he announced before stepping back.

I braced myself for what I might see before venturing inside. Marco was drying his hands as I entered the room, and Lucca was leaning against a cement wall. Both men had their shirts off, and I was surprised to find they had mirror-image tattoos. Marco’s inked art ran up his right arm while Lucca’s up his left. I wondered at the significance. A groan from the corner of the room drew my attention. Curled in on himself, Tony lay bleeding.

“Is he alive?” I asked.

“Barely, but, yes,” Marco replied. “He confessed that he was going to use Annie for enough ransom to leave the country.”

As I stared down at my bleeding husband, I knew I had to make a decision. There was no hope for Tony whether I gave my permission for his death or not, but at that moment, I knew that I held Marco’s heart in my hand. I glanced at Lucca. From the expression on Lucca’s face, I thought I may soon have two hearts to hold.

I moved to stand in front of Marco who had gone silent. “Promise me that if I stay you’ll guard Annie with your life.”

“You know I will,” Marco replied.

“
We
will.” Lucca wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck. “That is, if you’ll allow me?”

I stared up into Marco’s dark brown eyes, looking for acceptance. It would be much easier to keep Annie safe if I had the love of two men to protect us. “Tell me what you want.”

Marco settled his hands on my hips—hands that until a few moments earlier had been covered in my husband’s blood. “Lucca has always been welcome in my home, but I believe we could keep you safer in his.”

“I want Annie to have friends.” I paused and took a deep breath. “And siblings.”

Marco grinned and nodded. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Satisfied, I gave Marco a deep kiss before turning to give Lucca the same. “I’ll see you upstairs.”

“What about Tony?” Lucca asked.

I strode toward the door without another glance at the bleeding man on the floor. “He no longer exists to me.”

Epilogue

I was comfortably ensconced in bed with a good book when the door opened. “Did you have a good time?”

Lucca scowled and shook his head. “Miserable,” he said, taking off his suit jacket. “Marco found it amusing that I was forced to spend the entire evening rebuffing the advances of multiple women.”

I didn’t find it amusing at all. In fact, the thought of women trying to put their hands on Lucca had my hackles up in no time. I’d been invited to the wedding of Marco and Lucca’s associate, but I’d started throwing up just before it was time to leave. Both men wanted to stay home with me, but I pushed them out the door because I knew all I needed was rest, and no way would I get that with two men hovering over me.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been there.”

“Don’t be sorry. We should’ve all stayed home and sent the gift with our condolences for not attending.” Lucca removed his shoes and socks.

I set my book on the nightstand before scooting to the center of the large California king. “Where’s Marco?”

“Checking on Annie.” Lucca tossed his shirt toward the closet before moving to sit on the side of the bed. “How’re you feeling?” He rested his palm on the slight swell of my stomach.

“I’m fine now. I had morning sickness with Annie for the first four months, so it should be over soon.” I’d married Marco six months earlier and, except for our short honeymoon, Lucca spent his nights in our bed.. I’d grown to love Lucca every bit as much as I loved Marco, but the brothers decided it made more sense to make it legal with Marco. Not only did Marco hold more power within the family but he was also the eldest. Unfortunately, that left Lucca to fight off the throngs of adoring females.

Our odd relationship hadn’t gone unnoticed by the people in the Carducci brothers’ social circle—mostly because we’d never tried to hide our love for each other, but the women constantly tried to pull Lucca away from me. I suppose I couldn’t blame them. Lucca was breathtaking. Even though Marco was legally bound to me, that hadn’t stopped those same women from approaching Marco as well. Unlike Lucca, however, Marco made no effort to shut the would-be-paramours down with anything but brutal honesty. In fact, he’d been downright nasty to women who’ve approached him at social gatherings.

I brushed my hand over Lucca’s back. “Was Candice there?”

Lucca chuckled. “Yeah, she’s still spreading her legs for Porcini.” He shook his head. “I knew money was important to her, but I guess I never realized what she was willing to do to get it.”

“Hell, are you still complaining about the party?” Marco asked, coming into the room.

“No.” Lucca stood and rid himself of the rest of his clothes. He crawled into bed beside me before pulling me against his chest.

“Gloria wants you to give her a call tomorrow,” Marco said as he began to undress. “I think Lucy wants another playdate with Annie.”

I nodded. I tried to have Gloria’s granddaughter over as often as possible. “We need to get Vince married off.” I rubbed my stomach. “This little guy’s going to need someone to play with.”

Still half-dressed, Marco bent over the bed and kissed my baby bump. “By the time Vince decides to settle down and find a woman who’ll put up with him, we could have this one out and another on the way.” He brushed his lips over my nipples, stopping to give each of them a kiss and tease with his tongue.

With a sigh of resignation, Marco straightened and unzipped his pants. I knew both men missed sucking my breasts, but when the doctor had mentioned a slight risk to the baby if I continued to nurse, Marco had put a stop to it. It didn’t matter how many times I tried to tell him I was perfectly healthy and the action wouldn’t cause me to go into premature labor, he refused to take the chance. Even though I wouldn’t fess up to it, I was glad to get a break. Unlike my first pregnancy, I seemed to be tired all the time with this one. Maybe it was because I’d had no choice but to continue working every day when I was carrying Annie. With this baby, Marco and Lucca both treated me like I was made of glass, which followed us into the bedroom.

Naked and hard, Marco lifted the covers and slid in behind me. Although the three of us continued to sleep together, the brothers decided to curtail the wilder sex we’d engaged in prior to my pregnancy. Instead, Marco and Lucca took turns with me. By the slide of Marco’s erection against my ass, I had a good idea who would be making love to me. I never heard Marco and Lucca discuss it, but they must because there was no set schedule yet one brother always seemed to back off to allow the other to take the lead.

I draped my leg over Lucca’s thigh and wiggled my ass.

With one hand cupped protectively over my stomach, Marco slid his cock deep into my pussy. “I’ve been waiting all night to feel you,” he groaned.

I grinned at Lucca. “Is he telling the truth?”

Lucca sighed and nodded. “Unfortunately, he is. I don’t know why he bothered going because he couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything but staring at his watch all night.”

Before I could question Marco further, he started to move, plunging his cock in deep before withdrawing. My lips were captured by Lucca’s in an erotic kiss of teeth, tongue and suction. Yeah, Lucca knew how to kiss, and I was grateful he saved them all for me.

My pussy clenched around Marco’s length as it pumped inside me. I reached back to grasp Marco’s hip—urging him to go faster while never taking my lips from Lucca’s. It hadn’t taken long for me to realize Marco’s need to share me with his brother had nothing to do with kinky sex and everything to do with the extraordinary bond the two men had. Just like their mirrored tattoos, Marco and Lucca seemed to be two halves of a whole. I supposed it had something to do with the isolation they suffered growing up, but when I’d asked, neither man could put their finger on why they felt incomplete without the other near.

Other than an occasional hug, nothing sexual ever happened between the two men, but on several occasions, I’d caught them gazing into each other’s eyes as they both filled me. I’d heard stories of twins having unspoken conversations with each other, but Marco was older than Lucca by almost two years.

Lucca reached between us and rubbed the pad of his finger against my clit. “Tell me what you need,” he said, breaking the kiss.

Truthfully, I needed absolutely nothing more than what I was already receiving. Unable to answer, I shook my head as the pressure on my clit increased along with Marco’s thrusts. I slipped my leg between Lucca’s to give him something to grind against.

Marco was the first to growl his release.

“Fuck,” Lucca swore as warmth splashed onto my thigh.

I reached down and gathered a few drops of Lucca’s cum onto my fingertips before lifting them to my mouth—tasting him.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Lucca murmured while pinching my clit.

The attention was too much and my entire body seemed to clench as my climax exploded through me. “Loves!” I cried out. I knew Marco enjoyed it when I howled his name, but it had never felt right when both men were making love to me, so I altered it when the three of us were together.

Lucca brushed his nose lightly against mine. “I love you,” he whispered.

I smiled. “I love you, too.”

Marco slid his hand up from my stomach to cup my breast. I couldn’t help but giggle at the quiet demand. “Yes,” I told Marco. “I love you as well.”

Marco grunted in reply. He nipped the skin where my neck met my shoulder. “You’ve given me the world,” he panted.

I spoke to both men while staring into Lucca’s dark brown eyes. “And you’ve given me a life I never thought I deserved.”

About the Author

I’m nothing special, just a woman who enjoys sex in every possible fashion, having it, reading it and writing it. I’m not ashamed to think outside the box and delve into sexual topics people don’t often talk about with their friends. I was born to a mother who believed the only reason to have sex was to procreate. Needless to say, I’m nothing like my mother.

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