Unspoken Obsession (Casino King #4)

29. Frankie

FRANKIE

D ante has told me the detailed plan he has devised to take my father down. I asked him to repeat it three times to make sure that I understood everything. It's a good, solid, sound plan. But even knowing that he has thought it out from every angle, I am terrified of what the outcome will be.

I know my father better than anyone. I know what he is capable of, and what I stand to lose if this doesn't work out in our favor.

I can't think about losing; my heart wouldn't take it.

It has been two days since we met with my father, and for the interim, Dante thought it would be safer if we all stayed inside the hotel, out of the watchful eye of my father's men and not taking any risks. I agree, but I find all I am doing most of the day is holding Damion.

I have this intense fear that my father is going to storm through the door and rip my son away from me - the mere thought of it has my body flooded with anxiety. And for that reason, I can't seem to put him down.

Damion gets agitated with me sometimes and wiggles free to play - but then I sit next to him, always close, always protective.

Dante has been a source of comfort – I can't imagine going through this without him. His strength is giving me strength. He has a calmness about him. I can see he is always thinking, and planning, but he never panics the way I would.

It reassures me that even in this horrific situation, I trust him completely. I'm convinced he can make all this right for us.

Through all of this fear and constant worry, there is another truth that I can't ignore. I am in love with him, but it seems unfair to tell him that now - when he has so many other things on his mind.

What if he doesn't want the same things I want? What if he isn't interested in building a future with me and our son?

My heart is aching with love for him, but I cannot express it in words.

I sigh, pushing my food around my plate. I've hardly touched it. I struggle to eat when I am stressed.

Damion is sitting on the floor next to my chair, playing with his toy cars. I am so glad he doesn't understand anything that is happening. He is blissfully unaware of the danger we are in, and I prefer it that way. He is still only a baby and all he needs to know is that I will do anything to keep him safe. He's young enough that he won't remember this.

"Hey, little fox. Don't be so worried." Dante says, smiling at me across the table where we are having dinner. He reaches out to touch my hand. "All you've done is move that food around. I haven't seen you take one bite of it."

"I can't help it. You are going to face my father tomorrow, and I'm worried. In fact, worried doesn't even describe how terrified I am." I sigh, fighting tears.

"My angel, my little fox, my beautiful girl—" He stands up and walks around the table to wrap his arms around me. As I lean against his chest, I feel a sense of warmth and safety. "The sooner we face your father - the sooner it will all be over, and you and I can have a life together."

I stare at him with shock. "A life together? You want to have a life with me?" I stammer in disbelief. I have been dreaming about being with him, about making our little family official, but I didn't think he wanted the same thing -- the responsibilities of being a father and being tied down to one woman.

"Frankie, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Your heart, soul, and spirit are everything I could ever want. Of course, I want to have a life with you. I just want to first make everything safe. After tomorrow, we will be free to do whatever we want."

I sigh, a sigh of release - letting go of some of my worries. Dante wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face into my neck.

"Come on, try to eat at least a little something while I put Damion to bed; then I'll run you a hot bath."

I smile. He is always looking after me, always doing what he can to care for me.

I sit down at the table and force myself to pick at my food while he scoops Damion into his arms and carries him off to bed.

"I'll come to kiss you goodnight once you're tucked in, baby boy," I called after him.

Damion giggles with laughter as Dante spins him upside down.

I sit at the table, eating and listening to Dante and Damion's playful chatter. Dante reads him a bedtime story and I listen too - letting his deep voice soothe me as well.

When Dante comes out of the room, telling me Damion is fast asleep, my heart explodes with love for this man.

How is it he is everything I could ever have dreamed of?

"The bath is ready," Dante says, holding out his hand.

I place mine in his and let him lead me to the luxurious bathroom, with views that overlook the city and all the lights sparking far below us.

Dante turns me to face him and he undresses me, removing my clothing one piece at a time, taking a moment to savor my warm, naked skin each time an item drops to the floor.

When I step out of my panties and I am standing naked in front of him, he lifts me in his arms and puts me into the hot bubble bath.

I look up at him with bubbles floating around me as he undresses himself.

I grin as he pulls his shirt off and the muscles across his stomach ripple.

He tugs his pants open and pulls them down. My eyes drift to his cock, already hard, the veins traced over it like a map.

He steps into the bath and pulls me towards him. I wrap my legs around his waist as water splashes around us and over the edge, onto the tiled floor. Neither of us cares.

His hand drifts up my back, knotting in my hair as he pulls my face towards his, locking his lips over mine. His tongue slides into my mouth and I can taste him.

His kiss is intense. Filled with unspoken words and fear and love and lust.

I gasp when he releases me from the kiss, struggling to breathe for the need that is building inside me.

He grabs my ass and pulls me right up against him - his cock pressing into me.

I wrap my hands over his shoulders and lift myself up, then lower myself onto him, letting his cock slide into my pussy, inch by inch, filling me up and making my heart race.

My entire body overflows with passion as I rock back and forth on his lap. He growls, a deep muffled sound that rumbles through me and makes me want him even more.

His cock moves inside me, sending ripples of pleasure through me that are driving me crazy. I want to slow down and speed up at the same time. I want to chase my orgasm but also make this moment last forever.

His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling my legs farther apart as he thrusts upwards into me. His cock pushes so deep inside my pussy that I feel as though I might tear apart. The pleasure is indescribable.

He moves slowly, taunting me, teasing me until I am begging him to let me come.

Then he lifts me off him and turns me over, leaning my stomach against the edge of the bath with my ass pointed up towards him as he slides his cock into me from behind. I cry out from the pleasure, and he locks his hand over my mouth. "Be quiet, little fox."

I nod against his hand, and he releases me, letting his hand trail down my spine as he rests on my lower back fucking me hard and fast.

I clench my jaw to stop the loud moans that want to dance off my lips.

My hands are gripping the edge of the bath and every time he thrusts into me water splashes over my body.

His cock is slamming into me, filling me up right to the base, then pulling out and leaving me begging for more.

I can feel him growing harder while my pussy throbs over him.

My body explodes in shock waves as the orgasm locks me onto him.

"Ah, baby." He groans as he slams into me one last time, exploding inside me at the same time.

We lie against each other, panting, my head at the edge of the bath.

I giggle when I see the disaster of a mess that we made on the bathroom floor.

He looks over the side of the bath.

"Nothing that a few towels won't sort out." He laughs, pulling me onto his chest as he leans back into the warm water.

Later that night Dante gets a phone call from Lorenzo.

He paces up and down at the foot of the bed and I am trying so hard to make out what is going on. His body is tense, his mouth pulled tight and his jaw muscles feathering.

But he is answering in one word. Short. Clipped. Not giving me any clues.

Finally, he says, "So, it's done then."

"Alright. Thank you. You guys better come home."

He hangs up the call and stands for a moment, pressing his fingers into his eyes. Then he turns to me.

"They raided the mansion of the man who purchased my sister."

"Oh," I say in shock as he walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge with his head resting in his hands. He takes a deep breath.

"They found the basement full of girls, all locked up in chains, in terrible condition. They have freed them all. Lorenzo and his team slaughtered every other person who was in that house. All of those people who knew about those girls being trapped down there who did nothing to help them."

"Your sister?"

"My sister was not there. And when Lorenzo questioned some girls - after everything was over - they all said the same thing. None of the girls live long. They get used and abused and left for dead - then they buy more girls to replace them."

Dante's voice is tight with pain -- an anguish I can't even imagine.

His sister went through that.

She was alone and in pain - and although he has given her the justice she deserved, it is still a bitter ending to his years of searching.

I crawl towards him on the bed and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him against me and running my fingers through his hair.

He leans his face against my breasts, and his tears soak into my shirt.

At least he is not alone now.

I will be here for him through his grief. I will do everything I can to keep his heart safe and bring him back to himself.