S.I.N

Chapter 24

Sebastiano's P.O.V

It's been two weeks since we saw our principessa physically, but over those few weeks, Nazaire and I were getting our shit together, rebuilding our nearly crumbled mafia back up it's ranks, recruiting and training new people to replace the ones we lost and of course searching high and low for that bastard that got away.

We've also been keeping tabs on Imani and her whereabouts, we would have small items and flowers delivered to her doorstep but they were always returned back to us. Imani's stubbornness was one thing that hasn't changed about her.

She had completely moved into that new apartment she had been looking into, at first I was worried about how she could afford the price but after little digging, I found out she had quit working for our company and found another secretary job, which of course didn't pay as much as we did resulting in her working a side job as well.

It pissed me off that she was trying so hard to get rid of what the three of had and what we'll have once she manages to forgive us, I was fine with her moving out of her house, I was also fine with her working two jobs, only cause I knew all that shit would change when she was back to where she belongs, with US.

I drew the fucking line with that boy she hung out with though, Braiden was his name, he was ALWAYS with our girl, it didn't matter what time of the day it was, he was there and to make it worst was that we couldn't find any dirt on him, he seemed to be perfect, way to perfect and it made me want to put a bullet through his brain and I damn sure will, if he tries any slick shit with Mani.

You thought us hiding Imani's birth control pills was crazy, well let me tell you baby, you have yet to have seen truly crazy.

I wasn't mad or pissed at Nazaire for not keeping in contact with Mani, I understood where he was coming from, he didn't want her worrying and stressing herself over us, especially right now, we had yet to tell her that Ezekiel had managed to disappear and we weren't planning on it.

It was our problem to fix, not hers.

Getting up from my desk, I leave my office and make my way to the bedroom, just in time to see Nazaire walking out of the bathroom, droplets of water roll down his delectable body before disappearing underneath his towel that hangs loosely around his waist. Merda.

I had managed to fully recover over the last few weeks and as for Nazaire, he doesn't need the crutches to help him walk, he can do it on his own but sports a small limp when he does.

I perch myself onto the edge of our bed, leaning against the headboard and watch as my baby grabs the bottle of lotion, our principessa had recommended to us and begins applying it on himself.

As I watch him, my mind begins to fill up with thoughts of throwing him over the bed and fucking him so hard, he'll need to use the crutches again to walk.

Nazaire's eyes catch mine and I watch as he arches a brow at me "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready to go see our girl?" He questions to which I only manage to nod as I watch his hands trail down to the top of his towel before he yanks it off, showing off his perfectly erect member.

My eyes trail up to meet his hooded ones that were filled with mischief and lust. Nazaire leans back against the dresser while his right hand moves down to grip himself while the other trails up to play with his nipples.

"Come here" I growl out and I expect Nazaire to listen but I'm shocked when he shakes his head side to side causing me to narrow my eyes at him. Fuck, he wanted to disobey me, huh.

I make a move to get up and show him who's boss but stop myself, enjoying the flustered look he sports, his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as he runs his hand up and down his length.

My hands fist the sheets, not liking the fact that I'm not the one controlling the situation. I keep eye contact with him as he continues to jerk himself off, pants and moans leave his lips, my cock was begging to be let free but I ignored it.

"Don't cum." I demand but it seems as if I'm talking to a brick wall because Nazaire ignores me and picks up his speed.

Having enough of his shit, I stalk over to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand and his wrists in the other, I tilt his head back so I'm staring straight into his eyes.

"You disobedient little shit" I grit out, tightening my hold on him, "who the fuck do you think you are?"

I slam my lips down on his, letting go of his wrists, I curl my hand around his throat tightly causing him to let out a groan.

His hands wrap around my waist, one gripping my hip while the other grabs a handful of my ass, attempting to pull me even closer to him. I let out a growl when I feel his hips grinding into mine.

Biting Nazaires lip hard enough to leave a bruise, I pull away slowly, both of us panting heavily.

"Be a good boy and bend over for me, neonato". I whisper, turning Nazaire's body around, so his back is to me.

"You wanted to misbehave and not listen, right?" I hiss out, tugging on his hair so his neck is exposed to me.

"Well you must have known that, punishment was soon to follow, bambino".

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