Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 17 ~

Adriano stared at the tire, his teeth clenching and unclenching. Personally, this was just the topping to a fucked-up evening, and he didn't want it. Not just that, he didn't know what to fucking do. Was this based on him, a threat to him? Was this because of Izzy, who was currently the root of all his God damn problems, even if she didn't know it? Did he call the boss and get the fucking lecture because he hadn't mentioned everything that was going on with his daughter and the men that seemed to be sniffing around her now?

His annoyance of the day and night all fucking started when they got home, and she went to bed. He tried to nap, so badly wanted it because it was a hell of a day for him. And anytime he had to deal with Sara, it was a hell of a time. He caught her staring out the window at Izzy and actually laughed to himself because of the look she was sporting. It was funny to him given that other females would talk to him or even throw themselves at him in front of her, but she only had a problem with her stepsister. But then they got home, and he crawled into bed, got comfortable, and heard the soft snores coming from Ignazia, something he was fast getting used to. What he wasn't expecting was the moans that he heard coming from her shortly after she crashed, nor did he expect to hear them stop.

Even given their short time together, that was the last thing he thought he would hear! In all the time she had been around, she hadn't once made a noise, not like that. And the one time he was aching, for it had been too long since he had fucked someone, she fucking moans. And not something loud, but one of those breathless moans and it went straight to his cock, making him harder. He had to cover his head with the pillow to block out not just her moans but his thoughts; not that that shit worked. He wasn't one to picture but fuck if he couldn't picture her underneath him. Needless to say, that had him wide-eyed and hard for long, long moments, and he couldn't fucking figure out why, and that had his thoughts rolling around.

He wasn't attracted to her; she went far beyond his type, not just in the looks area, not that she wasn't beautiful, she really was. But she was smart, spunky, classy in a roundabout way, and unique; all for sure aspects that he liked. But that still didn't explain this, this ache that was only worse because of her. He wasn't a celibate man for sure, he fucked around when he got the chance, which was pretty often. Women were always attracted to him, his looks, his job, or his very essence brought them flocking to him. And yet, even over the last week, no one had caught his eye enough, even being engaged. Because the truth again with that, was that there was no love lost between them. He had to do what he had to do, as did she, however, there were plenty of affairs on either side for both of them.

So, again, what made the woman in the next bedroom cause his cock to stir? This wasn't like him. And if any female did bring something out in him, he took whatever the fuck he wanted; that was a lesson he had all his life. But if it was really Ignazia he wanted and not some fuck, she was way off limits, and that he knew. Carlo loved all his kids, Adriano knew that, but he was more protective over Ignazia. Which rather made Adriano laugh because even though she didn't grow up in this world, she still had a slightly rose-colored view, he believe that she would handle herself a lot better than any of his other kids.

With those thoughts, and the mental image of Carlo putting a bullet between his own legs, he forced his thoughts away from the woman in the bedroom next door to his and tried to find sleep. He turned over on his side, looked at the clock by his bedside, and figured he'd be okay with a few hours' cat nap. As it was, it wasn't like he had much of a choice, and he had shit to do at the club tonight anyway. When he awoke a few hours later to his alarm, he groaned. He was still hard and aching and fucking hell, Ignazia was moaning even more now. He finally got out of bed and walked to her room, intent on waking her up, hoping that he could stop her.

He shook her, frowning as she just swatted his hand away. He really couldn't help but wonder who had her worked up into the frenzy that she was, but for some unknown reason, he prayed it wasn't Mike. He was about to shake her again when his name passed her lips, and he froze. That was the last thing he was expecting, but he couldn't deny how that made him feel. He smirked as he smacked her ass, and for the roundness that it was, he rather liked how firm it was. Mentally, he could imagine holding onto that and he had to back away from those thoughts. And when she went into the shower, he couldn't help but smirk because if he couldn't find any release, she sure as hell wasn't. To round off the evening and its whole fucking shittyness, he saw the exchange with Santino and Mike, and he was going to be damned if they got to her, not now.

"Adriano?" He finally turned and looked behind at her. He had gotten so lost in his thoughts and the shit storm of the day that he forgot they were standing outside a car he couldn't drive and no real way to protect her.

"Yeah, sorry. We shouldn't be standing out here. I need to get you back inside and up to my office." He took her arm lightly and steered her back inside, trying to clear his mind of the day and focus on what the fuck happened. He would have to review the cameras, although he doubted he would have a clear enough angle to see who did it. The way his cameras overlooked the lot and the way his car was often parked, anyone could keep their head down and their back turned and he would be none the wiser.

"It's okay," she muttered but he knew it wasn't. Because he had been upset at the circumstances rather than doing his God damn job, someone had slipped past him, and he didn't like it. Not that anyone had hurt her, but his job was to watch her, if he couldn't get the fuck out of his head, how was he watching her, protecting her, and doing what was asked of him by a man he looked up to? The answer was, he wasn't. And he would have no one to blame but himself on that end. He walked past the VIP section; glad no one was paying attention and then opened the door to his private office and lead her in. "Adriano?" she said, and he glanced at her.

"What?" he asked. He tried his best not to sound gruff or upset, but he knew that wasn't the case, and he didn't want her to think it was all directed at her or because of her.

"Who would have done that to your car?" He sat down in his chair and rubbed his eyes before shaking his head.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have cameras of course but I'm not sure that's going to show me who that was." She walked over and leaned against the desk. His eyes caught her legs in the shorts she wore and the way the shirt hugged her chest again and oddly enough, felt his dick start to harden. This was not okay, not for him.

"Was that because of me?" He forced himself to look away from her body and up to her eyes before giving her a one-shoulder shrug.

"That could be. Or could be an enemy I made tonight or any night." But even though he told her that, he didn't believe it. He wasn't sure how someone would have realized where she was, but he had a feeling that this was because of her. Now, was it because someone was after her or a jealous could-be lover, he didn't know, but he would bet it was her.

"Don't treat me like a fool here because I'm not." She crossed her arms under her breasts, and he couldn't help but notice how they raised up, and then he couldn't stop the thoughts of having them in his mouth. Fuck, not the time to have those thoughts! Not when he was trying to focus on what was going on given the moment. He stood up, ignoring the dick that was dangerously close to pressing against his zipper, and got in her face. His eyes didn't escape how her tongue ran along her lips as he got closer and damn him if he didn't want to taste those lips either. What the fuck was wrong with him?!

"Ignazia," he murmured, and he thoroughly enjoyed the shiver that raced over her. He would have to remember that for future reference. "I'm not treating you like that. If you want me to be honest, yes, I think this is because of you." She straightened slightly but didn't say anything as her eyes stared into his. "However, I don't know if this would be an attack against you, or me, because I stopped someone from fucking you who I told you to stay away from. There are other places you could look if you are that in need." He had to stop short of saying he was free and for the God damn life of him, he was struggling to figure out why he would even be thinking those things.