Chapter 95 : I Fuck You Too Good
Chapter 95: I Fuck You Too Good
Adriano
I stroked Sophie’s head as she laid on my chest. We were in her art studio with me sitting on a leather couch with her in my arms. I looked around the studio and it was pretty and so messy that Angelo lost his head every time he saw it. There were three giant veiled canvases which we had ordered us to not look at. It was a good place, it had her written all over it and I loved it.
I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the swell of her ass under my hand and restricted myself from spanking her. Her ass was too tempting sometimes. After a few minutes, I laid on the couch with her on my chest, feeling exhaustion wash over me as my eyes dropped and I let sleep take over me.
“Sarah?” I said, looking over at the fifteen people in front of me in the office. Sophie was still sleeping. I had carried to her room when I woke up and Angelo and Luciano were in the basement.
“There were as you predicted signs of struggle in her apartment. She somehow managed to get there without getting caught but it is obvious that she was kidnapped.” Keith Rizzo, another one of my cousins who I didn't really hate said.
“Raphael.” I muttered.
“His woman, Jane, who is working in the bookstore said she hasn't seen him.” Keith’s wife said.
“Raphael is gone, he probably left as soon as Jane was taken." I hummed.
“And the professor?”
“He is gone as well.”
“What about Robert?” I said, looking at Lucas who was sitting on a chair by the window.
“He is hiding out of the city.” He rell, sipping his drink.
“My men are closing in,” I hummed.
“That is good.”
Soon enough, they all left and I was alone in the office. I sat down on my chair with a sigh. My head felt heavy, too fucking heavy. I looked down at the healed cuts on my arm, they were barely visible now. I closed my eyes and the fire flashed in my head, it was like I could almost feel it, feel the burn of the handle which I had desperately tried to twist open to get to her. And then there was Sophie, burning in the same fire and crying out for me to help her, to keep her rage and I was trying to open the damn door. And they were laughing, Raphael’s father and my father.
‘You can't save her, she will die like your mother.’
No, I will save her. I tried to push the voice out of my head. Then the office door opened and Sophie strolled inside with a large ice cream tub in her small hands and a wide smile on her face. She grinned at me, showing me the tub and I felt my panic melting away.
“It is minit.” I smile.
“I hate the flavor.” She sighed.
“We can't be friends anymore.” She pouted and I chuckled.
“Come here, little brat.”
She walked towards me, she was barefoot and dressed in a nightgown, her hair down in its natural waves and her glasses sitting on her nose. It made her look nerd and I loved them. I pulled her little body on my lap, she put the tub on the table after gently pushing the laptop aside and opened it. I played with a strand of her hair with my fingers around it, loving how soft it was as she stuffed her face with ice cream and then hit her head with the heel of her palm as she got a brain freeze. I chuckled at her childishness.
“Slow down, kitten. No one is taking it away.”
“Callan likes the same ice cream, he ate half of the tubs.” She grumbled while taking another bite of her ice cream. I hummed.
“Are you two friends now?” She shrugged.
“He is cool and he eats too much of my stuff though.”
“I will make him stop.”
“Don't because then he won't come here again. It is nice to see more people in the mansion.”
“Kitten,” I kissed her neck.
“He doesn't come here for the food.”
“I..” she threaded her fingers together on her lap, suddenly hesitant.
“I don't have many friends.”
And the one she had might be a traitorous bitch.
“But I am your friend.” She hummed, snuggling into my chest.
“You are more than that, as well as Angelo and Luciano. I never had friends before Sarah, she was nice to me and now she might be…” she sniffled, blinking her tears away.
“She will be okay.” I kissed her cheek.
“Don't worry, kitten.” She hummed, fingers playing with the button of my shirt.
“It is weird.” She muttered.
“About what?” I asked.
“How natural it feels to be here with you three.”
“That is because…” my lips pressed to her jaw.
“I fuck you too good, kitten.”
“Adriano!” A lovely blush came into her cheeks and I chuckled.
“It feels natural to me too, baby. You fit in our world.”
“Really?” I hummed, my thumb brushing on her cheekbone.
“Yes, you do.” she smiled and I kissed that smile.
“That mint ice cream is ruining the taste of your lips.” She frowned.
“You don't want to kiss me, huh?” I shook my head.
“Your lips can taste like Luciano's cooking and then I will still love to taste them.” She smiled again and I kissed that smile one more time.
I was staring at the double dark door in front of me, these doors used to bring dread to me. My father would summon us out of nowhere and have us wait here in front of his door, sometimes for hours, sometimes mere minutes and I looked at these doors with tears filled eyes. Angelo muttering to me to not cry and Luciano’s book shaking in his trembling hands I took in a deep breath, setting my chin on Sophie’s head as she muttered things about the painting which was hanging beside the wall.
“Cool but the colors makes me want to cry…” her voice drifted in and out of my panicked mind and then slowly, it brought me back to the present in which no one was there behind those doors who could hurt me or my brothers and Sophie was in my arms, muttering about me suffocating her in my arms while trying to wiggle away.
I blinked slowly and let go of her, she turned and looked up at me, a frown on her face.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I was about to nod but paused while looking into her eyes, they looked black in the dark and bright in the sunlight. I shook my head.
“No,” I muttered. She wrapped her small arms around my waist.
“What is wrong, Adriano?” I buried my face into her neck, not feeling the urge to respond to her. She pulled me tightly, rubbing her small hand up and down my back in a soothing way.