LONELY HEARTS (COMPLETE)

Chapter 15: The Big Sleep

Matteo could no longer himself back. He missed her terribly and he wanted to show her just how much. He pulled Gemma's face into his and their lips collide, causing her back to hit the door. Lost in passion, she fumbles for the doorknob and they stumble inside. Matteo slams the door behind him, his hands now tangled in her hair. Feverish and hungry, they continued to kiss as they backed themselves into the kitchen.

Matteo grabs her by the waist and lifts her onto the counter, biting her lips and bracing the back of her neck in his hands. His tongue trails down her neck and to her shoulders as Gemma throws her head back in ecstasy. He pulls down her jacket in one swift motion and her tank top follows suit. She hastily unbuckles his belt as he watches her, eyes filled with desire. Her hands trace along his faded tattoos like a road map as he finally thrusts deep into her.

The sex was wild and wanton, they no longer had a care in the world and the fire between them burned brighter than ever before. They clawed at each other with reckless abandon as if this act was freeing them of all their sins and uncertainty. Matteo thrusts harder now causing Gemma to moan his name. Still inside her, Gemma wraps her legs around him as he moves her off the counter. He stumbles into the dining room forcing her to stand. Matteo whips her around, her back now towards him. Gemma rests her head on the cool wall, her face sticking to it from sweat. Matteo grabs her hands and brings them up on either side of her face and thrusts deep. After what feels like an eternity of bliss, they both build themselves up only to release in unison.

Breathless, Matteo turns Gemma around and plants a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes still closed, she starts to let out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?", Matteo asks.

"We're so fucked up", she laughs.

They both crawl into bed, both facing each other. They look each other in the eyes, there was no backing out from the now. Gemma stared at Matteo for a while, she had so many questions and wanted to know everything about him now.

"Can I ask you something?", she says, nervously. "I think I deserve to ask some hard questions".

"I know", Matteo agrees,"ask me anything, I'll tell you whatever you want to know".

"Anything?", her eyes fill with intrigue. Matteo nods.

"How did you get into this business?"

Matteo draws in a deep breath, he knew she'd ask eventually. "As a kid, I knew my father was somebody important. I was obviously too young to understand what he did for a living at the time. All I knew is whatever he did, he was well known and respected. It wasn't until I got older that I caught a glimpse into his world and by the time I was a teenager, he was preparing me to take his place..."

"So, that's it? You just have to know the right person and you just, become one of them?". Gemma was new to all this and being able to finally know him was amazing.

"Uh, no, it's not like that...", he trails off. "...There's a lot of rules and traditions that are followed. You start from the bottom up no matter what".

She could tell it was hard for him to say. Gemma had plenty of questions, but she didn't want to barrage him with all of them in one night; however, there was a particular one nagging her. There was a peaceful silence until...

"Are you going to kill Russo"? Gemma now turning away towards the window.

Matteo's eyes grew wide, surprised by the brashness of this question. He didn't want to answer her, but he knew he had to. He closes the gap between them and wraps his arms around her, his face nuzzling into her hair. His breath was close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine.