Act like my wife

30. Buttons

Patrizio's Point of View

I was feeling torn between two places. On one side of the world was Gio, all alone with my parents, and on the other side was Veronica, pregnant with my baby. The thought of not having Gio beside me made me restless and I wanted to go bring him back.

According to the doctors, Bella was recovering well. Though she would have to stay in the hospital for a couple more weeks. The only way I could feel better about leaving was by having my men keep a close eye on them. The storm appeared to have died down after Quintus's death. Now, I just had to deal with the storm in Italy.

There was another reason I was in a hurry to return, something I kept secret from Veronica; I had received a call from Federico, he had an emergency and he wanted to see me.

***

The clouds separated into navy-blue fluffs, giving way to the downpour. I watched through the window as the horizon grew darker.

Small buds of water rolled down the window glass, only to dissipate at the bottom. They reminded me of my life...

It was a Saturday evening, and regardless of the weather's devious schemes, I was ready to leave for Italy. Everything was set... well, everything but my unbuttoned shirt.

In my haze, I got the buttons mixed up in the wrong boutonnières. I looked down and noticed the silly mistake I had made.

A small chuckle came from behind, it was subtle but enough to make me red with embarrassment. I looked to see Vera leaning against the wall, grinning from ear to ear. A radiant glow on her face. Seeing her pregnant with my child filled my heart with pride, and my groins with desire.

"Are you going to keep laughing at me?" I asked in a desperate attempt to save what was left of my ego.

She pushed off the wall and strode up to me. Her slender fingers snaked their way up to my chest and started rearranging the buttons.
"Who would have imagined Don Patrizio having a serious fight with his buttons..."

I felt burned. "Haha... very funny".

When she was done fixing my shirt collar, I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her in much closer—as close as her baby bump could let me. "You seem rather excited to send me away, hm?"

She giggled. "That's not true and you know it, darling. I want you with me every second of every day, but right now, Gio needs you more." She in turn enveloped her arms around my shoulder and brought her lips in for a kiss.

I welcomed the invitation and kissed her with all the longing I felt. I sucked on her lips as if they were lollipops, and her tongue? Her tongue tasted like Norwegian strawberries; sweet and succulent.

She broke the kiss amidst my protest. "Patrizio, you'll be late for your flight"

"Let them wait." I flashed a mischievous smile her way.

"Naughty boy", she cooed.

I couldn't help but laugh and scratch my head like a little kid caught in a lie. But before I could say anything, she pulled me in for another kiss.

I lifted her off the floor and gently laid her down on the soft mattress. I craved the taste of her body and I put my tongue to good use. Veronica was like a drug that I grew more addicted to. She had the innocence of a child but the fierceness of a lioness. I cannot imagine her belonging to another. Our bodies belong together, just like our souls.

I moaned when she bit my earlobe, her teeth is gonna get her into trouble with me. As her punishment, I spanked her soft ass, making sure to be careful not to hurt the baby growing inside her. We kissed passionately as she undressed me, her hands shaking with excitement. I couldn't resist her any longer and removed her gown until all she had on were her undies. I explored her smooth naked body with my hands. She whimpered when I touched her breasts, as they were sore because of her pregnancy.

I was gentle with her tender body even though I wanted her so intensely.

She threw her head backward when I entered her pulsating core. Tears garnered at the side of her eyes as I started thrusting in and out of her warmth. The sound of my name escaped her lips in soft moans. She dug her nails into my back as we both received the sweet torture.

Having her under me, screaming my name as I worshiped her body—was the best feeling. Even though it is embarrassing to admit, her being pregnant turned me on beyond what words can explain. More than ever, I was on the verge of my climax. I massaged her round breasts, and even though they were sore, she loved how tenderly I sucked on them.

We held each other tightly as our bodies moved in perfect harmony, reaching the ultimate peak of ecstasy together. We knew what was coming... Her toes curled, and our bodies tensed up as we hit our climax together.

I lay beside her and she entrapped my lips in hers. Just having her want me made me hot all over again, but my excitement was short-lived. She bit my lower lip before breaking the kiss, leaving me wanting more. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Vera." I embraced her. Time stood still in her arms, figuratively of course. I checked the time and realized that I had just ten minutes left! Then I got on my feet and focused on getting dressed.

I rushed to the car, but not without kissing her goodbye. Doyle drove me to the airplane where I got on my flight at the last minute. Surprisingly, the weather had cleared, it knew better than to stand in the way of a father going to be with his son.

***

I landed in Sicily on a Sunday afternoon. The warm breeze that brushed across my skin was a contrast to the weather back in Santa Fe. In the eyes of many, I had just returned home, but the truth is: Sicily had not been my home in twenty years.

A car stopped in front of me at the airport. I looked to see who the driver was... he was Lorenzo's man. I wondered why Mio Padre would go through the trouble of sending his man to pick me up.

Deciding to bite the bullet, I boarded the black car. The driver changed gears and soon, we were in motion. He swerved through the colorful streets of Sicily, driving past men, women, and children returning from church. He drove past my hotel and headed for my parents' house.

To my greatest surprise, the guards didn't try to stop me at the gate. The driver dropped me off right in front of the porch and I stepped down.

I went straight into the living room and saw Mio Padre standing at the foot of the stairs. His sharp eyes were watching each of my movements. Out of nowhere, a smile stretched across his features. "Welcome home, son."

"I'm here for my son, Lorenzo". I was not in the mood to entertain whatever he was doing.

He walked up to me with his hands resting behind his back. "I see you have grown more balls on your trip to America". From my peripheral vision, I saw Carlos walk in.

"Coming from a man who resorts to kidnapping a child to get his way." I retorted.

He chuckled. "Well, you're just in time"

"For what?"

He turned to Carlos. "Bring him"

Carlos disappeared inside for a minute and returned with Leo struggling under his hold. Leo's hands were tied to his back and his mouth was gagged.

"Leo!" I called out.

Lorenzo hummed. "He was caught snooping around, sticking his nose where he wasn't supposed to... now, he can snoop around in the afterlife." His eyes flashed with darkness as he ordered Carlos: "Slit his throat!"