The Vendetti Coward: Salvatore Vendetti (The Vendetti Famiglia Book 4) Read online

  “Excuse Dante’s absence. He’s visiting with mia Violetta before he flies out tonight,” Matteo unnecessarily informs me. I’m surprised, as it’s none of my business. “He sends his congratulations.” I nearly burst out with a laugh as he was literally fucking me not even an hour ago. Wisely, I keep my mouth closed about it, but really?

  “Looks like you’re all mine to play with now,” Luciano chimes as he steps towards the open V of my legs. He’s been the most levelheaded, I’ve noticed. The others seem to have something brewing just under the surface, but he’s a normal guy. As normal as one can be in the mafia, I suppose.

  “We should play with her together,” Santino suggests, his irises twinkling with excitement, and my heartbeats quicken in my chest. Together? What does that mean exactly? They’ve already got me on display at their will. Do they share…more? The images floating through my mind at the possibilities has me curious.

  “Another time, brother.” Luciano waves him off while an unamused click of the tongue comes from Salvatore.

  Matteo warns, “Easy, Sal. They won’t without her blessing.”

  My new husband shoots his younger brothers glares, including Cristiano, even though he wasn’t a part of that conversation.

  “Damn, Sal,” Santino drawls with a mischievous grin tilting his lips. “You aren’t messing around when it comes to Annabella, huh?”

  “Just do your duty, the both of you. Fuck her…then never come near her pussy ever again,” he demands as Luciano slides deep into my core and my lashes flutter closed. He’s not bigger than the others but he’s girthy. I can’t believe I just thought that about him. I should’ve taken the warnings about this family more seriously. I keep repeating the mantra in my mind: It’s too late now. There’s no turning back Not that I want to.

  “Oh,” the quiet whimper of surprise slips past my lips, drawing everyone’s attention to my face. I pay them no interest as I focus on Salvatore, biting the inside of my cheek as to not make another sound. There’s something inside me that I can’t explain, but it wants to please him. I want him to stare at me with the prideful gaze he gives his family. Not in a perverted fashion, but a proud one. I want him to regard me with unspoken respect like he does with Violet. I don’t know how she earned it with him, but somehow she managed. Salvatore is loyal to her, I can tell in the way he treats her and covets their friendship.

  The brothers hands rake over my body. Luciano grips my thighs as he works his way in and out of my heat. I’m sloppy wet down there after all the orgasms and attention I’ve had. The Vendetti cum filling my insides to bursting should make me feel dirty, yet it’s the opposite. I’m desirable to these gorgeous, powerful men. The room practically echoes with the sound of Luciano sliding through the juices, and it only serves to turn me on further.

  Santino’s palms rub my abdomen as if he can conjure up a pregnancy by his thoughts and touch alone. I won’t be complaining. I’ve dreamt so many times of the day I’ll get the honor to carry my own child. I’m now blessed beyond measure with a precious little girl, Salvatore, and soon our baby.

  Cristiano’s fingers ghost across the tender flesh on the underside of my boob. My nipples tighten impossibly hard, my opening clenching in response from the fresh zing of sensations. Everything is so new and undiscovered, I don’t know what I enjoy more at the moment. One thing I’ve decided is that I can’t get enough. I’ll be jumping my husband any chance I get after tonight. My fantasies of him have a chance to become truth, and that knowledge has me positively vibrating with anticipation.

  How did I never realize before that I’m such a sexual being? Of course, I’ve romanticized the act in the past. I think everyone does it at least at some point. Heck, I was imagining my first night with Sal while we were sitting at the table together after our wedding. The thought has been in my head so many times, even at the most inappropriate of times. The joke is on me where that’s concerned. My imagination never could’ve conjured up this reality.

  “Bella,” Luciano croaks as his cock throbs inside me, begging to let his orgasm free. His grunts of pleasure only serve to torment Sal further. It’d be amusing if we weren’t in the middle of having sex. His teeth bite into his lower lip, and good Lord is it sexy.

  My body’s weak from the orgasms and the shock to my system with everything tonight. My thighs quiver as my nerves jump all over the place, the shake telling on me. My hips shift as Luciano tilts his pelvis upward and hits a new spot, making me cry out. These Vendettis have made me feel so full I could burst open. “Please,” I whimper as my clit pulses with being overly sensitive. I need to come, but at the same time I have the sneaking suspicion if I orgasm again it’s going to be painful. Can I handle a dose of pain right now, amidst all of this? I don’t think I can hold back, no matter what I do. These men are experienced.

  Santino picks up on the tension in the air, feeling my body language shift from lazy gratification to almost a desperate need. “Talk to me, pretty. You haven’t said anything to us, only Salvatore. I want to see those lips move, picture how my cock will look moving in and out of them.”

  “Oh!” My gut clenches with his dirty words and my pussy vibrates from the temptation of ecstasy, craving just a touch more friction.

  Santino perks up, sliding towards my face, hunger coating his. “You want that? My Vendetti cock in your mouth?”

  My face screws up, my body telling me that I desire everything they’ll give me. My mind screams don’t do it. I’m so damn confused right now. Being here, naked and surrounded by attractive men all filling me with their cocks. Where did the thought come from?

  Salvatore’s hand grips my chin, staring into my gaze fiercely. “I want you to enjoy this any way you can. I If you want him in your mouth, do it,” he orders, and I swallow, unsure if I should go for it and possibly push him away from me. He mutters, “Tonight I must obey the traditions. After this, you will not have any of them again. I suggest you do whatever you desire.”

  Matteo speaks up from the back, “It’s her decision whether she fucks them again. You know that, Salvatore. That isn’t your choice to make for her.”

  “Bullshit!” Salvatore explodes, spinning on the head of the family. “You chose for Violet. We were all there for the ultimatum you gave her. Now you conveniently forget when it doesn’t involve your wife?”

  Matteo, who’s leaning against the wall monitoring us, stands to his full height. “Watch yourself, fratello.”

  “Fratello? Or are you Capo now, so I know who the fuck I’m dealing with?” Salvatore shoots back mockingly.

  Luciano and Santino say something, but I’ve tuned them out, listening to the other brothers arguing. He motions to me, and Santino bends over my face, taking it in his palms. It’s impossible to ignore him like this, close enough I can taste his breath.

  “Kiss me, bella,” Santino orders softly, and then his lips are on mine. Luciano pulls out of me, his togue landing on my clit, and it’s the bit of change-up I needed to send me over. I scream through the painful release, Santino swallowing my yell with his demanding mouth. Luciano doesn’t let up until I’m panting, nearly delirious. Santino kisses me through it all, the both of them keeping me completely distracted with their combined attention until Luciano eventually spills himself deep in my core.

  My entrance beats with the soreness coating my flesh. My muscles are like Jell-O, my mind sleepy. I yawn, pushing Santino away. I can’t kiss him anymore. I want to curl up in a ball and take a nap. Maybe drink some water, but definitely sleep. This day has been exhausting with everything taking place. Toss in multiple orgasms, and I’m spent.

  There’re various chuckles around me, along with a tender caress over my brow. A kiss is pressed to the top of my head along with a whispered, “Sleep, mia moglie.”

  Being in love bilingually means

  you can be gorgeous one day and

  bellissima the next.

  - Questadolcevita

  I’d carried her petite body to my suite once
she’d finally given in to exhaustion. These rooms will be ours now, not only mine and Rosa’s. The thought should bother me, someone encroaching farther into my space, but rather, it fills me with new warmness. I like the idea of having her around me more and not having to fight to keep myself away from her any longer. There’s no use attempting to hide my inner demons from her either; we’re officially married now. It’ll take a while to trust her completely, but part of it’s already been established with the way she cares for my daughter. Annabella is Rosa’s favorite. I can read it in the way she acts around her, how she’s always calm and content.

  Annabella will make a wonderful mother to Rosa, and to our bambino as well. She did remarkably well last night, better than I’d anticipated. It’s a good start for us, considering I’d attempted to dissuade her from marrying me in the beginning.

  Pounding on my door has me jumping from bed, rushing to answer it before they disturb my bride. She still has Santino and Cristiano to get through, so she’ll need her rest. Yanking the door open until I can poke my head out, I scowl and grit, “Cazzo, Luciano! What are you doing making so much noise?”

  He huffs. “I need you to hurry the fuck up. Something’s happened.”

  “Hurry?”

  He nods. “Si. Capo wants to talk to you now.”

  “Did one of our fratello die?” I ask, set on edge by the uncharacteristic way he’s behaving.

  “No, but it’s serious. Matteo wants to discuss it with you. He told me to keep my trap shut until we get to the office.”

  I close the door in his face, rushing to my closet. I pull on the first pair of jeans and long-sleeve shirt I come across. I grab socks and shoes, then quietly make my way out into my sitting area, leaving Annabella to sleep peacefully. Luciano watches as I sit on the edge of a chair, quickly slipping my feet in my socks and then shoes. Who knows what’s going on, and I have a suspicion it’s best not to be caught in house shoes and pajamas right now.

  We powerwalk the entire way to Matteo’s office as it’s nearly on the other side of the estate from my suite. We arrive after what feels like a quick morning jog, as I’m trying not to pant and show my brothers how out of shape I am compared to them. Matteo’s got his hands behind his head, squeezing the tension in his neck. It’s his tell, his neck and hair, but he only allows us to see it. No one on the outside ever witnesses him outside his Capo mask.

  “Is everything okay?” I burst out, drawing all eyes to me. My brothers are all here, except for Dante. I’m sure he’s back in Chicago by now. Unless he’s the reason why I’m here.

  “The last security breach we took action immediately and thought it was under control.” He ends his sentence staring at Valentino. “Somehow, the woman in charge of the Irish keeps escaping between our fingers.”

  He walks to the far wall, hands in the pockets of his slacks as if it’s a casual stroll. He peers up at a painting of himself, lost in his thoughts. It was my father, until Matteo was crowned Capo dei capi. He pauses there for a moment, his shoulders moving as he draws in a deep breath, getting his thoughts under control, I suppose. Matteo’s always been the hands-on type, taking care of threats personally, but he can no longer do that being the head of the famiglia. He’s had to step back a lot and dish out orders. I know it has to be eating at his pride of being the most ruthless Vendetti alive.

  He spins around, pinning his attention on me. “It seems my underboss can’t catch her, and she’s gotten away with another hit against the famiglia.”

  Valentino scowls. “She’s distracting. I thought she was seriously injured. You wanted her alive, so I was attempting to show compassion. How was I supposed to know she’d pull a knife, stab me, and hit me over the head with a fucking stick! I’ve never met anyone like her. She’s insane!” Him being stabbed is news to me, though I’ve been fairly distracted these past few weeks with Annabella and staying sober.

  Luciano turns his face to the side, hiding his smirk as his chest shakes with laughter. Yeah, he should watch it. Valentino would lay him out in a hot minute if he realized he was being laughed at right now.

  “All right.” I clear my throat, unused to being included like this. Normally, in the past, I’d find out shit on accident and go rogue, sending my brothers in flight mode to keep me out of jail. “So tell me what you have in mind. I know you’ve thought of something. You’ve probably conjured up three plans already.”

  Matteo nods, flicking his gaze between me and the rest of our brothers. “You wanted to be included, so here you are. I need someone the Irish won’t be expecting.”

  Cristiano mentions, “You need a kamikaze. Someone who’s not decent at following directions.”

  The oldest nods approvingly. “Yes, Seven is following my train of thought.”

  Santino coughs out, “As always.” He’s been one of the kindest around here, along with Cristiano. However, the last two years have changed him, caused him to grow colder. Although, the same can be said for Cristiano as well. They’re no longer the playful younger brothers surrounded in protection and adolescent innocence we all knew.

  Matteo ignores the dig. “This is your time, Salvatore. Are you finally ready to be a part of the Empire? There is no pressure if you say no. I won’t approach you again. Your health and wellbeing is more important to me than having another soldato.”

  I find myself standing a bit straighter, my chest puffed out with pride. He’s giving me a chance at being part of Empire business. This is a huge amount of trust the Capo is offering me, especially with how I’ve always run from it in the past. I swallow down any anxiety attempting to rise as it’s Matteo asking, not Romero demanding it. I’m ready. “Just tell me if you want her dead or alive, and consider it done.”

  My brother’s face lights up with his twisted smirk. He strides to me, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “Welcome home, Two.” He pulls me in for a brotherly hug. I take in Valentino as I’m released. He sits quietly, emotionless. He may be the Vendetti sottocapo, but I’ll always be the second born in this famiglia. And I’m done being the Vendetti coward.

  I walk in on a few of my brothers. Santino has Annabella cornered, while Matteo watches with amusement gleaming in his gaze. “Am I interrupting?” I ask tersely, and Matteo smirks.

  “Just Santino tired of waiting to have his turn. He hunted me down and waited until I had some free time to bear witness to the tradition,” he fills me in.

  I jerk my head in a nod. I should’ve been expecting this. It’s Santino’s right, after all. I’ve been distracted, coming up with a plan on how to snag this Irish woman who seems to keep escaping Valentino’s grasp. I lean against the opposite wall in the hall leading to our suite. What is it with my brothers always catching my wife in this goddamn hallway? I should have the hall heading to their suites closed off one day. It’d teach the nosey bastardos.

  “So fucking pretty,” I catch Santino murmuring to Annabella as he strokes his finger along her jawline.

  I’ll keep my thoughts to myself so long as he doesn’t hurt her. I’d never thought I’d have to worry about that in the past when it comes to him. He used to be so easygoing and pleasant—young. He doesn’t seem naive or very hopeful anymore. Something had to have happened while I was blitzed out to make his switch flip.

  “It’s my turn to have that sweet little pussy between your thighs. You gonna open up for me, Annabella?”

  Her teeth sink into her lower lip as her gaze meets mine. Her stare is questioning, seeking my approval before acting. I don’t want to offer it, but I mask my thoughts and nod her on. Once she’s had them all, we’ll talk about it not happening anymore. I won’t tolerate it. I have plenty of shit to stress myself out over, and an ample amount of guilt to eat away at me. I don’t need to add in jealousy as well. Any more negative emotions and I may not be able to keep holding on to my sobriety, let alone my sanity. A clear mind is a must right now, with me working with my brothers. I can’t fuck this up like I’ve done frequently in the past.

  S
antino grunts, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. He has my wife pressed against the wall, dress shoved up around her waist. He restrains her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to grasp her thigh as he thrusts his cock inside her. “Mm, your cunt is soaked,” he comments, and I silently count to a hundred.

  Matteo’s brow’s raised as he meets my glower. He’s enjoying this far too much. He did with Cristiano as well. I guess this is his own form of payback for having to share his wife with all of us first. The tradition is an entirely different beast when it’s your significant other up for grabs. I didn’t pay much attention to the other women prior, or my brothers’ reactions when it was my turn to do the fucking. I was just around to get drunk, have a good time, and forget about anything else.

  “Make her come,” I order. If I have to watch them fuck, I at least want to see her get off from it. She’s beyond alluring when she’s caught up in the throes of an orgasm. Never have I witnessed a newly deflowered virgin bloom into such a minx. Annabella is a vision.

  Santino doesn’t respond, though I know he hears me. Annabella stares at me over his shoulder, her body jolting with each of his jerky thrusts. I watch her unabashedly, taking in all of her expressions as my brother pushes her closer to bliss. Her irises beg me to touch her. Not being able to refrain any longer. I stride the few steps, coming to stop beside them.

  “You want me too?” I ask.

  She nods. “Yes, so bad,” she responds on a gasp. Santino drives into her, her mouth falling open as he hits her G-spot.

  Leaning in, my breath caresses her ear as I rumble, “Too bad. You have to wait to feel me inside you again.” My hand slides behind her neck, moving to tangle in her hair. Clutching a chunk in my fist, I give it a quick yank and she screams. The sting of pain and my whispered words forces her to give me what I want—her pleasure. She comes right beside me, and it’s utterly fucking perfect.