Chapter 30

Nico

“I need the plane, Veronica. Please have it ready for me for tomorrow early at five a.m. I am making a trip back into New York. I do not want anybody alerted; I will handle it at my end.”

“Of course, Nico. Where are you planning on staying? Not back at your home I take it?”

“No, of course not. Book me into Trump Tower, it’ll be safe there. Nobody will know I’m flying in and Veronica, not a word to anyone.”

“Understood. Please be safe.”

“Always.” I hang up and check the time, it’s almost six I told Lucky to be ready by seven, I just have one more call to make to Tony to let him know my plans. At the moment, he is the only one I can trust. Somebody has to oversee what’s going on there and I cannot do it from here. Lucky will have to stay; she has no choice but I can fly back and make some visits myself. Obviously, Tony isn’t getting anywhere people will not talk to him not that he’s a soft touch not at all, but I have learned that my methods can be more persuasive.

From my wardrobe I pick out a warm black, wool jacket and a navy scarf. The evening air is now much cooler and make my way to her bedroom suite. Softly I knock on the door. “It’s open,” she replies.

I open the door and step inside to find her laying on her bed with her feet in the air reading. “I see you found a book to read what is it?”

“War and Peace, I didn’t know you liked the classics.”

“I already told you I did, I quoted you or have you already forgotten?”

“I try to forget most things you tell me. When are we getting out of here, I want my life back.”

“When I say so. Get up, the horses are ready.” I pause as she insolently looks at me and raise my eyebrows when she doesn’t move. “Lucky,” I warn her, “don’t make me come over there and drag you off the bed.” Although the thought of dragging is far from my mind. With her cute peachy ass encased in tight black leggings, my dick has other things on its mind other than going out on the horses.

With the acts of a true diva, she slaps the book closed and tosses it aside on the bed. “Can’t I just eat in my room without you?”

“I thought we were making progress,” I say sarcastically. Like hell we are, she’s one tough nut to crack yet it is impossible to deny the chemistry between us. I wonder why she must fight it so much; I know for a fact she wants me as much as my own body craves her.

“Get up now.” I roar at her causing her eyes to open wide then narrow. The emerald green of her irises glint at me dangerously.

“Do not fucking shout at me.” Nonetheless she gets up off the bed like a teenager who doesn’t want to get out of bed and stomps towards me. I look down at her bare feet, noticing the red color on her nails.

“You planning on riding barefoot, Princess? I wouldn’t recommend it.” Her hands go to her narrow hips, the same hips I want to pull towards me to let her know how much my cock wants her right now, petulance and all. I’d take it, God knows any man would with her sultry eyes, pillow like full lips, her long sheet of dark hair hanging around her shoulders. She huffs and puffs, it amuses me as I watch her perfect tits rise then fall.

“Fine.” And there you go; she has to have the last word. Oh, how my Princess challenges me and to my amusement. A few minutes later she has put on some warm socks and the riding boots that were left in her dressing room.

“You need a jacket it’s cold outside.” I lean against the door frame with my arms crossed watching every move she makes all the while she keeps her chin up, defiant as ever.

“Ready, let’s go I’m hungry,” she says.

“After you, Princess.” I step aside to allow her access through the door into the wide hallway and the stairs. I’ll admit I also want to watch that damn cute ass of hers swaying from side to side, my hand is itching to smack it and squeeze the soft flesh encased in those leggings of her. My boner is aching in my pants, riding a horse with a hard-on will not be the most comfortable thing I have endured of late. Still, watching Lucky Gianluca is definitely worth the discomfort.

“I have five horses here on the island, tonight you will ride my Black Arabian, Aphrodite she is calm and peaceful, you will not have any trouble with her.”

“Pretty name, I like it.” Did she just pass a compliment instead of some surly remark? I must remember to recall that Lucky is ten years younger than me and just in her early twenties, for that I must compensate.

“This is Lucifer, he is her brother. Same Sire.” I explain as she strokes Aphrodite’s nose. The horse bows her head over Lucky’s shoulder for a hug. Lucky kisses her cheek.

I open the doors and take them both out and hand the reins for Aphrodite to Lucky. Our fingers touch, electricity shoots right up my arms and I swear to God, straight to my balls which tighten immediately. I can see from the way she quickly pulls back, her parted lips that she felt exactly the same thing.

“Where exactly are we going?” Lucky asks as if nothing just happened or passed between us. If this is what one minor touch can do, imagine what being with her naked would be like.

“You will see, let me help you get up.”

“I can manage.”

“Ah but Princess, I want to put my hands on your body.” She glares at me, if looks could kill I’d be dead now with blood pouring from my heart. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but the words and my brain did not engage there was no memo. Zilch.

“I said, I can manage.” I ignore her tempestuousness and place my hands on her hips, through her leggings I can feel her heat, it takes all my strength not to rip them off her and bury my face in between her legs. How I want to taste her cunt, I imagine her to be sweet as sugar, I salivate just thinking about her cream on my tongue. With ease I assist her into her stirrups and onto Aphrodite who moves slightly then stills adjusting herself to Lucky’s bodyweight.

As soon as I am on Knight, we begin to leave the large stables with their own heating system and fans for the warmer days. Their hooves clip clop on the large flag stones as I lead us out into the dusky evening, casting shadows on the ground in front of us. Ahead, my men are in the buggy with their military grade sniper guns. I take no risks not with my life and especially not with Lucky’s life. Not just because I want the affiliation to be sealed but something has happened to me of late, it is the feeling and desire to want to protect her, she is young and though she thinks she is worldly being the daughter of Gianluca, I get the impression it is all a front.

Knight goes slowly as I allow the reins to rest gently in my hands, after we’ve been walking at a steady pace across the track that runs diagonal from the stables to a woodland area, I steer him to the right. It’s darker in amongst the trees yet the moon is out offering us some light. “Under different circumstances, I’d say this was romantic, Santangelo.” I watch as her ass, that fucking teasing ass of hers bounces up and down. I want to take my cock out and shove it down the back of her throat and listen to her gagging on it and at the same time, I want to take her in my arms and feel her heartbeat next to mine. What the fuck has happened to me?

“We can pretend for the evening, Princess.”

She laughs out loud, I am not offended I like the sound of her girlish laughter, it’s the first time I have heard her laugh and it nourishes my soul. “You are fucking kidding me, Nico, pretend to be romantic with a man who has threatened to kill my father, listen buddy we are never going to be romantic, I am here under duress, and you can now add kidnapping me to your list of offences.”

“It is to keep you safe, Lucky. Why must you be so petulant all the time? I thought you were a woman of the world.” She says nothing to respond. “Would it be so bad to pretend to like me for one evening?”

“This isn’t fucking Beauty and the Beast, Nico this is not a fairy tale. I’ll be civil to you if I must.”

“I’ll take it,” I say as she turns slightly in her saddle and glances over her shoulder at me. Aphrodite minds not and continues to walk by Knight.

“Is it really necessary to have those goons up there in front of us?” Goons, did she just say that? Now she makes me feel ancient.

“They are for our protection Lucky, wherever we go, they go.”

“And you want to be romantic?” Okay she might have a point there, but there is no way after the shooting that I am risking anything.

We come to a clearing, in front are lights that have been placed in the sand, the ocean sounds can now be heard as we come closer, the pagoda has been situated just enough away to not have the water lap at our feet, but close enough for us to hear the gentle sounds of waves. Lights hang off the wood structure, with scatter cushions around forming a circle, a low beech wood table nestled in the center, champagne and strawberries await us. The storm candles offer an orange glow, I hear Lucky gasp.

“It’s beautiful.” Her voice is a whisper, I bet no man has gone to this much trouble for her. My guys park up sufficiently far away to allow us some privacy. The only person near us is dressed in Arabian pants, top and jacket. She nods to greet us as I stop Knight, hop down and go straight to Lucky’s side.

This time she does not fight me, instead she places her hands on my shoulders as I lift her down. Her legs find their way around my waist, fuck her core is on fire.  Without thinking my lips find hers, they are soft, she tastes of mango I assume her lip gloss or whatever she is wearing. My tongue runs along her bottom lip, she groans and parts her lips to allow my tongue to enter. With one hand I keep her up against my body, her legs still curled around me like a monkey and with the other, I force her head to crush further into my face and enter my tongue into her warm mouth.