Between The Flames ⚜️Il Paradosso Book Two⚜️

Chapter thirty-five

Becoming a mafia wife changed the entire perspective of how I was perceived by the people around me.
The men in Antonio's family no longer openly ogled me-which I was pretty sure they still did but under the radar-and the women conversed with me regularly as a part of the famiglia.

Even the air was different. But, not in an easy, reassuring sense. It was thicker. It was gruffly suffocating and it gave me the feeling that I was heavily guarded twenty-four seven, with zero accommodation to normalcy.

It was time I parted ways with free rein. This was what I had chosen. It was what I wanted.

There were always more than one set of eyes. Watching, cautiously observing and preserving every minor detail that stretched my path before I walked it.

"Everything is prepared, Signor."

I pressed my lips to Antonetta's puffy cheek, smothering her with tiny kisses for the hundredth time before I turned to Adrian, who was gnawing eagerly on his pacifier.

"Mommy loves you both so much. Beyond anything you can ever imagine. But, you don't know that yet," I cooed, as he giggled in response to my fingers tickling his squishy arms.

"Let's go, Adriana. We're going to miss our flight."

Bianca offered a smile as I squinted, turning my body in full swing.

"How are we going to miss our flight when it's your plane, Antonio!" I shouted and his mouth parted into a grin, dark swirls of the finest chocolate flickering underneath thick, hooded lashes.

"We'll be here all night, if you don't stop clinging onto them. We've been standing here for an hour now."

"Are you sure they're going to be ok?" I sighed as he tried to lead me towards the door but my heels dug into the hard floor, casting one last glance back at our babies.

"They're guarded better than the Prince of Monnaco. They. Will. Be Fine."

"Is your mother going to be staying here the whole week, like she promised?" I asked with pleading eyes, not wanting to sound too desperate with my persistency.

Antonio clasped his hands on both sides of my face, his stare doing things below my belly. "They are my children, Adriana. I have assured that they will be well cared after. Now, if you don't start walking to that vehicle, I'm going to place you over my knee-"

I gave in, surrendering to his prurient threats and preceded to the Bentley, that was awaiting to take us to the airport.

I rested my head against the seat as we drove through the iron gates. Antonio was licentiously preventing me from craning my neck to look back at the mansion, by pinning my mouth with hot kisses. His fingers raveled into my hair.

The parting glass went up and I let out a breathy laugh, feeling my face grow warm. Gio had seen his fair share of sex on wheels this past year.

But, fuck. He smelled so good and the small confinement was making it impossible for me to not become intoxicated by his affinity.

"Take off your underwear, baby."
And I complied―because I would do anything for this man. Give it all up. Not that I had much to offer but somehow, it had become more than enough. His absence consumed me when we weren't together. I missed him when he was sleeping and jealous of his dreams, if they didn't include me.

His hands felt solid when he held me tight. His body warm against mine. As I straddled him and traced a line with my hand down his bare chest, a wave of nostalgia submerged from somewhere in the pit of my stomach and it engulfed me.

I breathed in the scent of his shampoo as I laced my fingers through his hair, feeling his mouth find its way to my breasts and devour a nipple through the thin fabric. Licking the tip of it gently, before sucking and nipping on it.
The silk rustled down to my waist, entirely exposing me to him and Antonio's eyes wandered lazily