Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 179 -

James.

I slept nestled into my favorite places-my face nestled in Becca's neck, my hand nestled around one of her breasts, my c*ck nestled between her legs. It was bliss, and it was a necessary reprieve from the Alessandro debacle. I couldn't imagine

losing that little boy any more than Becca could.

If it came down to it, and it looked as though it would, I was going to talk with Tony about kidnapping. It was an insane move, but this was an insane situation.

Speaking of Tony, my cell phone rang on the bedside table. It was Tony's ring, and one of the very few that could bypass the silent mode.

Becca stirred, but I kissed the back of her neck as I gently pulled out of her and smoothed the hair away from her cheek. "I'll be right back, baby," I murmured, then went to grab my phone while covering Becca with the blankets. "Yes?" I asked in a clipped tone, walking out onto the balcony stark naked and closing the door behind me.

"We have a problem," Tony said without preamble.

"I trust it's a bigger problem than a custody battle over Alessandro?" I leaned on the balcony railing, staring out at the first fingers of the dawn.

"Well... yes," Tony sighed. "Ronaldo has gained momentum in his plan to frame you. He's manufactured a lot of evidence against you and those loyal to you, making it look like you did the Don and not him. I'm pretty sure if and when you come back here, they're going to arrest you."

"What evidence?" I grunted. I wasn't surprised. Annoyed, but not surprised.

"Footprints, fingerprints, ballistics to our guns, hair samples, you name it. He must have a lot of pull with the police to get that much evidence cooked up," Tony said miserably.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "What about the witnesses at the restaurant?"

"Scared sh*tless. I don't know if they can tell the difference between you and Ronaldo, anyway," Tony replied. "If they can, they're either being paid or threatened because they're insisting they saw you."

I groaned. "What about the cameras? I figure THAT will be proof enough that it was Ronaldo and not me."

"The restaurant doesn't have cameras," Tony said.

I blinked. "Come again?"

"There are no cameras in the restaurant," Tony repeated. "Might be one of the reasons the Don liked it so much."

I slammed my fist on the railing. "Oh, this is just fantastic."

"We are combing for footage from neighboring businesses and residences," Tony responded hurriedly.

My breathing evened out. "Alright. Let me know what the results of that are."

"Don Valentino," Tony said before I could hang up. "I called to warn you."

"Consider me warned," I replied.

"No! I mean to warn you not to come back to Italy until we have this straightened out," Tony cut in.

I sighed. There didn't seem to be a safe harbor anywhere these days. "Alright. I'll stay right here until the business in Italy is sorted."

"Thank you, sir," Tony responded. "I will keep you posted."

"I know you will." I hung up.

I was never one to delve into the past or think that karma existed. Right then, I felt like I was paying for all my sins.

I quickly checked to see if Becca was still asleep, and then headed back out. It was late in the morning in Italy, though I had no idea where she was...

The only other person I trusted to help me sort this out was someone I never wanted to involve. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Again, I couldn't stop thinking that there was a reason she had come back into my life, so I decided to go with my gut.

Sophia picked up after the first ringtone.

"James!" Music was blaring in the background. "Un minuto!"

I heard a few bangs and then the music died down.

"I was in the middle of my morning exercise. How is everything?"

"Like shit," I said, leaning against the balcony. The cool air made my skin tingle.

"Becca?"

"The only thing good in my life right now."

"Make sure to never lose her," Sophia laughed. "Is this because of Ronaldo's latest stunt?"

"I would say I'm surprised, but then again, it is you..." I said.

"I heard they were looking for you. He's digging his own grave. Everyone knows he did it. Even if he fabricated evidence, once you're back, the whole town will attest you had nothing to do with it." She made it sound so simple.

"Yes, but I'm not going back anytime soon. And the last thing I want is for the wrong people to get ahold of the news and f*ck things up for the trial."

"Hmm. I understand what you mean," she said.

"And how are you doing, Sophia?" How's business?"

"James, James. We've been friends for so long, and you think I don't know why you called? As if you care about my business."

I let out an involuntary laugh and smothered it with my free arm, afraid to wake Becca.

"That's cruel, Sophia. Of course, I care about your business."

"I think I can get close to Ronaldo," she said without hesitating. "But I have to work a few things out, first."

"Don't you dare go near him," I said in a low, threatening voice. The last thing I needed was to involve Sophia so directly. "I just need information. Some leverage. A way for these charges to get dropped." "I'll see what I can do," she said. "Now, I have to go and look after my business, which is doing well! Thank you for asking. Goodbye James. Take care."

She hung up on me and I slowly went back inside, only to replace that Becca was already up and gazing at me longingly from bed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you," I said, caressing her hair and taking a seat next to her.

"I felt you the first time," she said, snuggling her head beneath my chin. Her skin felt so warm against mine that I wanted to wrap myself around her. "I'm almost afraid of asking. Is everything all right?" "No, Becca. Nothing is all right. Except that I'm here with you, and you're the only thing keeping me going right now."

I didn't realize how much I needed to say that. So many things had changed in my life ever since I met Becca.

I had changed.

Being vulnerable was never an option growing up, especially with the kind of business my family was in. But with Becca, I had willingly opened up everything. My heart, body, mind... And I knew she could take it.

That was the difference between her and all the other women who had been in my life. Yes, she could be sensitive, like anyone. But underneath that soft skin and delicate body, she was diamond-hard.

"I wish things were different," she said in a muffled voice. Her breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. My c*ck was getting hard again.

I felt her hand slide down and wrap around my erection. She scooted over and sat on top of me, her back against my chest.

My hands immediately gravitated to her breasts, cupping them. I bit her earlobe, and she moaned out my name, threatening to kill the tender moment we were having.

Her cry of pleasure made me want to toss her onto the bed and f*ck her senseless.

Весса.

James' chest heaved against my back, and I wiggled my ass so I would properly sit on his hard on.

"Wait," I whispered, lifting myself a bit and accommodating my ass so the tip of his c*ck brushed my wetness. "I want you slowly this time."

"Becca..." he almost growled.

I slowly sat on him again as his c*ck entered me, filling me and making me cry out in pleasure. He started to f*ck me hard, but I wasn't going to let him ruin this moment. With my arms, I grabbed his head and leaned even further back.

"Slow..." I said, pushing down on him and beginning to rock my body back and forth.

He let go of my breasts and slid a hand down my stomach to my cl*t, caressing it and sending a wave of pleasure all through my body.

I came a few seconds later, which prompted him to lift me up and place me on the bed, spreading my legs apart.

He immediately went down and began to kiss my wetness, placing a finger inside me.

"Thank you," he said between kisses. "Thank you for staying with me through everything."

"James, let me-"

"No. This is me thanking you," he said and resumed kissing me. His tongue circled my cl*t, and I arched my back.

I just couldn't argue with him. I wanted him to finish as well, but I couldn't fight this pleasure.

"You are the most delicious, amazing person that I've ever had the honor of f*cking," he said, sliding a third finger inside of me. "And the only one I'll ever f*ck again."

I was lost in ecstasy, and I almost yelled with his other hand grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.

I came a second time while James devoured me. He wasn't going to stop unless I told him to, so I gently pushed his face away.

"I want your d*ck in my mouth, James. Now."

"I said I wanted-"

Crying came from the baby monitor placed on the nightstand. My head immediately turned to it, and I saw Layla picking up Dahlia.

"I guess it's time for us to get up," James said, giving me a peck on the lips and heading to the bathroom.

I sighed and sat up, unable to shake the weight of all our burdens. I'd heard most of the conversations. The first one had to be Tony, and from the way he spoke during the second one, I surmised it had to be Sophia. There wasn't much I could do to help him on that front, but the important thing was that we would see it through together. We just had to take each battle at a time.

At that moment, we were going to have breakfast as a family, watching the sun rise into the sky. And we would play with our kids and see that they ate and felt loved.

Then we'd get back in the ring.

Because I was NEVER going to lose James, Alessandro, or Dahlia, even if keeping us together was the last thing I did.