Chapter 3
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***WARNING BRIEF STEAMY SCENE AHEAD***
*Leo’s POV*
“I’m coming with you.” Lala said as soon as she walked into my room without knocking.
“We aren’t going to go through this again.” I said through clenched teeth as I shoved more bullets into my bag.
By now, it was more bullets than clothes.
“Leo! You promised me that you would give me a chance to help rescue Mya.” She said, crossing her arms. “Why don’t you trust me? You’ve taught me how to handle guns. I can be helpful, you know?”
“You know that once she puts her mind on something…” Samuel said as he joined us. “There is no way that you can change it.”
“Do any of you two know how to fūcking knock?” I grumbled, turning back to my bag.
“Does that mean, yes?” I hear her amusement already.
I turned to her, taking a deep breath. “I swear that if you—” I was saying before she ran to me.
“Nothing will happen! Thank you!” She squealed, hugging me and sprinting off.
Samuel chuckled as I glared at him. “I haven’t gone soft.” I mumbled under my breath.
“You keep telling yourself that.” He said. “Anyway, I came in here to inform you that the jet is ready. I have asked Danilo to stay here, securing the estate while you two cool off.”
“He should consider himself fūcking lucky! I don’t tolerate disrespect.” I said, closing the zipper of the bag.
“He didn’t mean disrespect Leo. He just wants you to think clearly before acting. He is just worried that history will repeat itself. You are acting a lot like Dad.” He whispered as I turned to face him.
I took a deep breath before approaching him. “I can’t help it. That woman is my only reason for living now.” I told him, walking away, and exiting my bedroom.
*Marcelo’s POV*
My mind was going wild as I thought of everything Cata could be going through. I miss her so fūcking much.
It’s been a month since those asšholes took her. I know for a fact that Fontana and they have her. They are our main enemies.
My stomach turns when I think that maybe she is dead. But that’s impossible. Those sick fūcks would have sent us a body part. Until that doesn’t happen, I will have faith that she is okay.
What angers me the most is that I told her. I told her to keep her identity hidden, but no, she had to go, trusting Caputo.
When I found out that she had been taken, I lost it. The emotional rollercoaster was insane. Fear, anger, sadness.
The only thing that calmed me down was Lala. I don’t know what it is about her, but I feel peace when we are together. That and so many more emotions.
Through this whole situation, Lala and I have gotten closer. I don’t want to rush anything. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also don’t want her to hurt me like Mya did.
I closed my bag as I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in!” I yelled as I reloaded my gun.
“Marcelo.” I heard her beautiful voice, making me smile.
“Si, bellissima?” I whispered as I looked up.
“Leo said I can join you all.” She smiled, walking closer to me, and wrapping her arms around my waist.
“No, Lala. Please don’t insist.” I said, shaking my head.
“But I’m not insisting or asking. If Leo would have said no, I would have found a way there. Believe me.” She said, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth.
That small gesture made me hard. So, fūcking hard!
I mean, can you blame me? I haven’t had s*x in forever. Lala and I have definitely kissed. A lot. But we haven’t done more than that. Not only that, but having a beautiful woman crushing her perky tīts on your chest, can push anyone overboard.
I can’t think straight with her so close. I closed my eyes as I gave myself some time so that my hard cōck could calm down.
“Having a little trouble?” Lala whispered as her hand reached down my chest.
“Lala.” I breathed out as my eyes opened slowly. “Don’t play with fire or you’ll—”
“What if I like to get burned?” She said, biting her lip.
Fūck it! I grabbed her by the back of her head as I crashed our lips together. She always tasted so good, driving me crazy.
When she moaned against my lips, I groaned, pulling away. “Jump, baby.” I whispered as she did as I told her, quickly wrapping her legs around my waist.
Our lips found each other again in a passionate kiss as her hands gripped my hair tightly. She moved her hips in a grinding motion, bringing friction to her pūssy with my covered cōck.
“Fūck!” I moaned, pulling away and kissing her neck.
“Marcelo.” She moaned. “I want you.” She said as she gripped my hair tighter.
“Dio mio.” I grunted as I gripped her asš tightly. “Keep talking like that and I will be forced to take you right here.”
“That’s the point.” She hummed as I licked her neck.
“What?” I stopped, looking into her eyes.
She climbed off me and pushed me back on the bed. She quickly climbed on top of me, straddling me before she leaned forward to kiss me again. I was lost in the moment, in her touch, in her smell, in her straightforwardness.
She pulled away, lifting my shirt to my shoulders before she licked up my stomach to my nīpples. “Fūck, Lala.” I moaned, as my eyes rolled back when she licked around my nīpple.
“You like that?” She smirked as she moved up to my lips.
“Love it.” I said before smacking her asš and squeezing it.
My hands went to the hem of her shirt when the door flew open.
“What the fūck?” Carlos groaned as he turned around.
“Fūck!” I mumbled as Lala stood on her feet and helped me up.
“You two are fūcking lucky that it was me and not the Caputo brothers.” Carlos said through clenched teeth as soon as he turned around.
“They will understand.” Lala said with brows furrowed as Carlos scoffed.
“I’ll leave you two.” She said before grabbing my jaw and kissing my lips, making Carlos groan.
She walked away with a giggle, closing the door behind her.
I looked at Carlos sheepishly as he shook his head.
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