Chapter 73 : Sinful Addiction
Chapter 73: Sinful Addiction
Adriano
I watched as Luciano blow-dried Sophie's hair. It was quite cold today, she was sitting on his lap as he worked and I watched, leaning against the door frame. They looked so good together. I wasn't jealous of my brothers but I did wonder at times if she had not just picked Luciano or Angelo or both of them. I had raging anger issues, I wasn't gentle and I had never been gentle with her.
After he was done, he ran his hands through her hair and I walked out. Being away from her had fucked me up so bad, not having her in front of me felt like not having her at all even though I could call her anytime. I walked into the garden, the rain was strong as I say on the bench under a shade. After a while, I heard quick soft footsteps and then she came into my view wearing a large t-shirt and sweat pants. She walked towards me, there was a permanent blush on her cheeks since we came here. She looked so fucking pretty.
“I didn't hug you.” She mumbled and I smiled.
“Come here, kitten.” I sat her on my lap, smirking as she winced. I had seen her red ass, I would have done the same if I had come first, yet she will have punishment from me as well as from Angelo’s too but not today.
We weren't going to come this soon but I couldn't wait and Angelo was not going to be left behind. I tucked her to my chest, rubbing my hand up and down her back and she snuggled into my chest, wiggling to get comfortable which was not good for my dick. I had just handled the shower but always came alive when she sat on my lap. She didn't notice though, she just snuggled into me as if I were her favourite teddy bear.
“I miss you,” she took my hand in hers hesitantly.
“You can take my hand anytime you want, baby.” I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger.
“And I missed you.”
She smiled up at me, I smiled back and then we went back to watching the rainfall on the ugly ass garden the Santoro's had. They could have invested in the garden.
“Adriano?” She called.
“Yes, kitten.”
“I..I didn't want to live here without you there.” She mumbled.
“Can one of you stay here all the time? Taking turns?” She intertwined our fingers together, playing with my rings.
“The Santoro's are nice people, Callan is cool, Lucas is grumpy and Logan hates me. Miss Rivera is good, Mia is also awesome but I get lonely.”
I sighed.
“Kitten, we can try that but one Rizzo always being missing will raise suspicion.” She looked sad but nodded her head.
“Okay,” she let go of my hand. I frowned at that but didn't know what to say.
There was one place in the city that no one knew about. My father was nothing if not a man of secrets. His mansion, which now belonged to us, was the safest place in the state. She would be safe there from the Ridoam Taghi but I didn't know if she would be there from us. We lost it frequently but going to the mansion in which our mother had burnrd, it would fuck us up real good. I held her but she didn't melt into me like she always did when she sat on my lap. She was stiff and then came the tears. She had already been on edge because of what happened, it must have been emotionally draining and now this.
“Don't cry.” I said.
“I..I am sorry.” She hiccupped.
“I am sorry, I don't know why I was crying.” She sniffed and then hiccupped again. Her bottom lip trembled as tears rolled out of her eyes.
Of course she wasn't happy here. She had to deal with that too, we should have thought about it. She is okay here when we thought she would be safe here. She was strong but she panicked on little things and she needed someone to take care of her and we should be here with her to take care of her. She had always been scared of the Santoro's and living with them would have been terrible or at least uncomfortable and I didn't want that for her.
“We will figure something out.” I promised, wiping the tears off her face. I hated her tears, only loved them when she was crying because of her red ass.
“Don't cry now.” I cupped her face, making her look at me.
“You are mine, kitten and I will take care of you.” She nodded jerkingly, putting her head into my neck and getting so close that I felt as if anyone were to take her from me. It would hurt as if having my skin torn away. She had become a part of me, a sweet necessity and a sinful addiction.
Sophie showed me her sketch.
“What do you think?” She asked and I looked down at the sketch.
We were alone in the house, Angelo and Luciano were out to do some business. We had to at least try to make it look like we weren't here because of something we were hiding. I was staying home with her and it had been a great day. I fed her the whole day, listened to her whine about getting fat as she stuffed her face with cupcakes and then slept on my chest. She had woken up a few hours back and asked if she could sketch me. I said yes, of course and the sketch was beautiful. She had made me sit on the stool and had sat across the kitchen island, wincing because of her ass. And then her little fingers worked on the sketchbook for hours and I was allowed to be on my phone so I made a few clean business calls while she worked.
She had made my face enhancing the edges and lines. My eyes looked soft and there was a smile on my face, a smile which looked too genuine to be mine but I figured it was the one only she saw. I had my head tilted, a strand of my hair falling over my forehead. I looked as harmless as a puppy. The expression on my face was of a boy I had once been till the darkness of the world decided to embrace my brothers and I. And the calmness of my life was plucked from my hands as if it were never mine to begin with. She brought that calmness back, I picked her up and kissed her. She kissed me back and I felt her smile into it, making my lips curve into a smile. I pulled back and she cheekily grinned at me.
“You like it?” She asked.
“I love it.” I pecked her cheek.
And I love you, but I couldn't say it out loud.