Whispers in New York - Book Two

~Chapter 50~

Chapter Song

Glad you Came – The Wanted

Side note... This song is about coming... The smut kind... Consider that your warning!

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"Salvatore?" The exhausted looking yet elegantly dressed woman queried standing in the penthouse doorway with her husband.
Francesco raised an eyebrow studying the pair drawing most of his attention to the woman. She looked oddly familiar somehow.
The white lace high neckline top she wore clung to her tightly, from her neck all the way down to her bellybutton where it met a simple navy silk A-line skirt with pleats. The skirt hugged her skinny waistline perfectly then puffed out slightly just below her knees.

"I'm sorry; do we have the right building? My husband and I, we're looking for our daughter, Adriana. We've been speaking to Salvatore?"

"Oh..." Francesco stepped backwards a little less confused as to why their men downstairs had allowed the couple to enter the building. They were supposed to call before allowing anyone access, especially now during such a high risk time.
"Please come inside. I'm Francesco, Salvo's brother." Stepping to the side he greeted them both with a firm handshake before closing the door behind them.

"Thank you... Sorry to intrude, we called him earlier but received no response and we were quite eager."

Walking them through their home Francesco was amazed at the similarities between Adriana and her mother. He knew he had seen her somewhere. They were almost splitting images of each other, mother and daughter both with thick dark hair, defined cheekbones, and a thin frame with that Sicilian sun-kissed skin.
Their only differences was the obvious age difference, her mother was certainly much older but also hid it well with the way she clearly took care of herself. And their eyes. Adriana inheriting her striking blue ones from her father.

Motioning towards the couch but remaining standing himself he encouraged them both to make themselves comfortable.
"So, I'll go find my brother and your daughter and then come back and make us coffees?"

"Yes. That would be great. It's been hell trying to get back here; we've been worried sick about her." Mr Di Dio stated feeling a little more relief knowing they were finally in the same building as their daughter. He was sure their relief would double the moment they actually saw her. Even though she had eventually taken their calls and insisted she was doing ok her voice seemed off over the phone. They knew she had been hurting, that she had lost a friend, even though it was a friend they had never met before.

Quickly making his way across the penthouse, Francesco barged through Salvatore's bedroom door in a sudden frenzied panic. Surely his brother wasn't ready to meet the parents this very moment. Why hadn't he answered their phone calls?

And just as the thought entered his mind, the sight of two bodies clearly joined together underneath the duvet confirmed his suspicions. He couldn't see Adriana but oh could he hear her slight moans underneath his brother as he dove into her over and over again.

They had clearly made up...

Quickly slamming the wide open door shut behind him he pressed his back up against it arms sprawled out across the door as if protecting it from being opened again.
The sound startling the couple, yet strangely not stopping his brother from moving as he twisted his neck around to stare at the intruder.

"Get the fück out!" Salvatore growled through gritted teeth unimpressed. His brother was going to pay dearly for this one...

"Finish up!" Francesco spat back suddenly seeming unfazed by the act before him but in a panic over the situation at hand.