Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 261 -

*Giovani*

Cigar smoke swirled around in the air as I breathed in the Cuban tobacco. Irish whiskey and a cigar was a perfect pairing, a swirling harmony of flavor, or at least to me it was. The study was quiet after Olivia left, but my thoughts were still racing in time with the clock..

The scent of sex still lingered underneath the smoke as I leaned back in my leather chair. The study was empty now, but I could still taste her on my lips.

My eyes kept lingering on the spot on the carpet where I'd fucked her. She was clearly inexperienced, more so than I thought she would be, but it was amazing.

The way she had moaned so deliciously underneath me, her little body clinging to mine as the pleasure tore through her... she was so sweet and so tight around my cock. Even just the taste of her was incredible, her fingers curled in my hair as she called my name with every breath.

She was gorgeous. She had me wrapped around her finger, and she didn't even know. I licked my lips, remembering the feel of her.

Even just hours later, my cock was already hard and ready to take her again. I wanted more. I wanted her on my bed, against the walls, the desk, and the floors-everywhere I could get her, until our bodies had touched every inch of this study. I'd never had a woman in here before. My study was personal, even more so than my bedroom, but it felt right to have her here. I sighed, watching the smoke pour out of my lungs and curl around my fingers.

The burning wood smell from the cigar was nice but not nearly as sweet as her body. I wanted to breathe in her scent until she replaced all the oxygen in my lungs, until I was suffocating on her breath. And then I wanted to do the very same to her.

I had never been a possessive man, especially when it came to women, but there was something about Olivia that changed everything. Ever since I'd first set my eyes on her, I wanted her to be mine and mine alone.

With every touch, every word, that feeling only grew stronger. Just the thought of some other guy's hands on her made me see red. I clenched my fists, snuffing my cigar. The embers died as I twirled the cigar in the tray.

It was a dangerous slope, our relationship, one that could fall and topple us both over if it went too far. Like the snow that blanketed the top of the mountain, one wrong move and it would cover everything in sight, an avalanche that could not be undone.

Especially considering the family business-I didn't want her wrapped up in this, not like James had done to his wife. They worked it out in the end, but everyone in the family knew how much Becca had to go through, how much she had suffered before James had gotten his shit together. Being a Valentino came with perks but also a lot of thorns. They were poisonous, and it would only take one prick to lose yourself.

Still, so long as I wanted Olivia and she wanted me, there was no way I was giving up. It didn't matter what anyone else thought-not Dahlia or Gabriele or the family or even the fucking Zaytsevs.

I would have her right by my side if that's what she wanted, but I respected her choices. Dahlia would be pissed if she knew I had touched her best friend, but she wouldn't dare get angry at Olivia. I could understand her fear though.

It was best for now that we kept this quiet until both of us were ready.

Still, that didn't mean I didn't want her again.

I sighed, downing another glass of whiskey as I tried to control myself. Some restraint was necessary or else we would get caught real quick.

I smirked, not minding that thought at all of others witnessing us as I took Olivia over the edge, having her coming for me over and over again until her body was filled with my marks, to let everyone know that she was mine. My thoughts kept trailing back to how fucking good she looked laid out on my floor, gazing up at me like I was the only thing keeping her bound to the earth, like she might just float away if I weren't the rock keeping her grounded. Sometimes, I felt like she had to be an angel, put on this earth just to drive me insane. Everything she did or said was seducing me, like a vixen trying to attract her mate. It was maddening having to wait, to hide and sneak around. I felt like a teenager again, unable to control myself. Even when she wasn't fucking here, my thoughts kept trailing back to her.

Just as I decided to pour myself another drink, my phone began to ring, vibrating on the desk. I snatched it up quickly, not even looking at the caller ID before I snapped, "Yes?" into the phone.

"We've got eyes on Dahlia," Gabriele's voice rang through the phone.

I sobered quickly, narrowing my eyes on the desk as I asked, "Where is she?" My fingers tapped along the wood, impatient as I waited for Gabriele's report.

Dahlia would be pissed if she knew I was keeping tabs on her, but there wasn't any other option. She knew how dangerous the family business could be. James would kill me if anything happened to her under my watch. Even if he was getting older, that man could still kick my ass if he wanted to, not that I would let him.

"Dahlia and the boy arrived at his apartment at 7:34 PM. They went inside and have yet to come back out. I don't expect her to head home tonight."

Of course. I rolled my eyes. Dahlia did what Dahlia wanted.

"Any movement from the Zaytsevs?" I demanded.

"Not at all," Gabriele replied, "But the background check on the residents didn't come up empty-handed. One of the residents, in apartment 404, works for them-low ranking but potentially dangerous."

Damn it. Just what I needed.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Keep an eye on it. Do you think he suspects anything?"

"No, sir. He's careful. But if he knew anything, the Zaytsevs wouldn't be staying still," Gabriele replied, unconcerned. "We found a few suspicious movements from the man, but nothing alarming." "Is there any connection to the boy?" I asked, annoyed, "This Lorenzo? Is he safe?"

"As far as we know, there is no connection," Gabriele replied. "He's just as clueless as his neighbors. He has a trust fund he's living off. We found a few suspicious points in his identity but nothing pertaining to the Zaytsevs at all." "Good," I said.

"Should I assign some people to watch the apartment, or do you wish for me to stay?" Gabriele said, impatiently. "I do kinda want to get home sometime."

"Do your fucking job, and make sure Dahlia stays safe," I snapped. "Don't do anything unless you have to. We don't want to tip off Dahlia or the Russians."

"Yes, sir," Gabriele said, quickly. "Do you also want me to pick you up a forty from the "

I hung up, throwing my phone onto the desk as I groaned. A headache was building in my temples, one I was familiar with. Headaches were common when it came to this job. Sometimes I almost regreted even taking over from James. He got a free ride out, but all the responsibility fell onto me now.

I ran a hand through my hair as I glanced at the clock. It was almost 10:00 already.

Gabriele had practically confirmed that Dahlia wouldn't be coming home tonight. My thoughts trailed back to Olivia, as they always did these days.

Maybe another round wouldn't be out of the question. My dick pulsed at the thought as I smirked wickedly.

I could keep her til morning, thrusting into her again and again until I had my fill. And she would enjoy every second of it. I wasn't oblivious to the looks she sent me. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. But I couldn't. Not yet.

Neither patience nor self-control were one of my virtues; even I had my limits.

I sighed, leaning on the desk as I twirled my phone in one hand, thinking back to what Gabriele had said.

The Russians were surrounding us, popping up everywhere. The sudden surge was worrying, but it wasn't like this hadn't happened before. The Zaytsevs held a pretty harsh grudge against us, partly due to what James had done to them, or so I had heard.

Figures I was stuck cleaning up another one of his messes. But then, that's what I'd signed on for when I took this job. It wasn't like I didn't know what I was getting into.

It was worrying that there were so many of them in our area. They hadn't done anything, but it was only a matter of time. Just their presence was enough to have us all on guard.

If they decided to go on the offensive, it wouldn't be pretty. The odds of Dahlia and Olivia getting caught up in it were too high as well.

Dahlia was a given, considering who her parents were, but Olivia... she had nothing to do with this. She was innocent in all of this.

But even I had to admit that to the Zaytsevs, there was no bigger target than Dahlia. And because of her relationship with my cousin and now with me, Olivia was also in danger.

I could only keep watch and hope nothing happened.

But if something did....

I clenched my phone in my fist, gazing at the wall where I knew Olivia was just a few doors down from me. She was probably taking a shower, maybe humming some pop song on the radio, completely clueless to who I really was or what I did. Clueless of the danger she was in.

If Olivia got hurt because of us, or worse, if they decided she wasn't worth enough and killed her....

If I had to watch as she grew cold and empty, just a corpse like I had seen so many times before, I would never forgive myself.

I would never forgive them.

I would finish that fucking family for good, hunt down each and every one of those motherfuckers and put a bullet in their brains until my rage had quelled, until the Zaytsevs weren't in the census any longer.

That's when I realized that despite everything I had told myself, I was already getting attached, falling into her perfectly crafted trap, unable to stop myself as I was bound tighter and tighter. But the worst part? Even though I saw it, and knew what was happening, I didn't even want to attempt to stop it. I only wanted her, and I would tear apart anything in my way.