Chapter 46
Vitale's phone rang again. It was still Victor.
He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"God," Victor's voice came with an exaggerated sigh, "I can't wrap my head around this. Of course, I'm really glad there's finally a woman who's got you so hooked, but why doesn't she love you? I just don't get it."
"If you don't get it, then stop thinking about it," Vitale said coldly, "I don't want her dragged into this mess."
"Alright, alright, I get it," Victor quickly backed down, "Don't get mad. I just think Jackson's move this time is too much of a coincidence. Isabella reported him to the police three years ago, and now he's coming after you. There's something…"
"Stay away from her," Vitale cut him off, each word sharp as ice, "I'm serious."
There was a moment of silence on the other end before Victor finally said, "I sent Simon Barnett over. Hope he can help."
Before Vitale could refuse, the call ended.
He slammed the phone onto the seat, letting out a suppressed growl.
The air in the car froze instantly. Even Amboni didn't dare make a sound. Everyone held their breath, afraid of becoming the target of this mafia boss's anger.
Thinking about what Victor might do to Isabella, Vitale felt the urge to deal with this meddling guy himself.
But he couldn't. In this world, he didn't have many family members left.
"How much longer?" Vitale finally calmed down, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
"Soon," Amboni answered cautiously, "But we just got word that Ms. Martinez didn't move into the apartment we arranged. She's staying at a friend's place. Do you want to go check it out?"
"A male friend?" Vitale's eyes snapped open.
"No, a female friend named Sierra."
Vitale forced down the urge to see Isabella right away.
He longed to hear her voice, but if she was with a friend, it wasn't the right time to show up.
So he dialed Isabella's number.
"What's up?" Isabella's voice came through quickly, the background quiet.
"I miss you," Vitale said bluntly, his fingers tapping his knee absentmindedly, "Tonight at ten, okay?"
It was their secret code.
On the other end, Isabella's breathing grew heavier.
"Okay," she whispered, "Ten tonight."
At 9:50 PM, after making sure Sierra was fast asleep, Isabella tiptoed into the guest room and locked the door behind her.
Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty.
When the clock hit ten, the video call notification sounded right on time.
The screen was too small to fully capture Vitale's muscular frame.
He had just showered, water droplets still clinging to his toned abs, sliding down his defined V-line.
What took Isabella's breath away was that he was kneeling on the bed, his erection facing the camera, as if it might burst through the screen any second.
"God," Isabella's mouth went dry, "Why does it look even bigger?"
"Because you're not here," Vitale's voice was low and husky, "It's lonely."
"Kiss me." Vitale's deep voice came through the phone, magnetic and commanding.
Isabella leaned against the window, the cold glass a stark contrast to her burning skin.
She pursed her lips and made a soft kissing sound into the phone.
"I heard that," Vitale chuckled, "But I want more."
Isabella closed her eyes, letting herself sink into this dangerous game.
The second kiss was longer, mixed with faint breaths.
"Good," Vitale's voice grew darker, "Now, let me see you."
Isabella turned the camera on herself.
Moonlight outlined the curves under her nightgown, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her hand instinctively slid between her thighs, gently rubbing herself through the silky fabric.
"Yes, just like that." Vitale's breathing grew heavier.
Isabella's fingertips circled her sensitive spot, each touch making her breath quicken.
The slight friction of the nightgown made her arch her back.
"Imagine it's my hand touching you," Vitale's voice was like smooth velvet, "My lips moving down your neck."
Isabella's fingers pressed harder, a suppressed moan escaping her lips.
She could feel the wetness between her legs, the fabric of her nightgown soaked.
"Let me hear it," Vitale coaxed, "Let me hear the sound of you losing yourself for me."
Isabella's fingers slipped under the hem of her nightgown, touching her hot skin directly.
When her fingertips found that sensitive spot, she let out a sharp gasp.
"Vitale…" she murmured his name unconsciously, her fingers moving faster.
On the other end, Vitale's heavy breathing came through, "Keep going, my little gambler."
At the peak, she heard Vitale let out a low growl over the phone.
Though miles apart, it felt like they could sense each other's aftershocks.
Isabella slid down to the carpet, her chest still heaving.
Vitale always managed to break through all her defenses, pulling her to the edge of reason and desire.
"Last time, you promised me," her voice trembled, "You'd touch yourself for me. A great mafia boss shouldn't lie."
Vitale gripped himself, listening to the moans and whimpers coming through the phone, feeling even harder.
He bit his lip to stay quiet, deliberately teasing Isabella.
Vitale started stroking himself to the rhythm of her breathing, closing his eyes and imagining her riding him.
Touching himself wasn't as good as the real thing, but hearing her voice brought a strange kind of closeness, the pleasure climbing up his spine.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, "Let me see you."
Isabella obeyed, angling the phone to show her wet folds.
Vitale pictured himself entering her, and it drove him wild.
"You know," he said while moving his hand, "I'd love to make love to you right in front of your sleeping friend. That thought makes me ache."
Isabella craved the thrill, but she didn't want to scare Sierra.
"Vitale," she gasped, "come kiss me down there, okay? I need you. Can you see? It's throbbing."
Vitale growled, watching as Isabella slipped three fingers inside herself.
Their heavy breaths mingled over the phone, like intimacy across the distance.
"When I get to Costa," Vitale said hoarsely before climaxing, "I'm tying you to the bed. You won't get up for three days and nights."
Isabella's response was a stifled scream, her body shaking as she reached her peak.
After the video ended, Vitale leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigar.
On the other end, Isabella collapsed on the bed, drenched in sweat.
She knew she was completely trapped in the dangerous web of this man, Vitale.