La Cosa Nostra, This Thing of Ours (25 page)

"It's ok
ay, Petal." I put my hand on hers that is laying on the table. 

"Honestly, Mrs. Troy, I had no idea
," I answer her with sincerity. She nods her head slowly, giving me such pity in her expression.

Kade
looks at his mother and then to me. Rolling his eyes, he gets up from the table. "You poor little thing, come with me and E for a second, lover boy." Kade motions me with a nod of the head to join him outside.

"What are
you doing?" Harper stands up with me like she is going to go with us.

"Don't worry
, "Petal", he'll be back in a minute," Kade says with another eye roll. She responds by sitting back down with a flop, looking very unsettled.

"E and I want to take your fancy sports car for a spin," Kade says as soon as we are on the front porch. 

"It's at the hotel." Without hesitation, I reach in my pocket and throw t
he keys to the Viper to Kade. I get two very shocked looks.

"So this is how you treat the things you love, someone wants to take them for a ride and poof
, that easy, huh?" Kade says, staring at the keys in his hand.

"Really?" I chuckle.
This is some stupid test
. "First, I like my car, I don't love it. Second, there is only one thing in this world that I love and cannot live without, that is your sister. I never plan to go to sleep the rest of my life without her in my arms.  So if you want to take my car for a joyride, go for it. As long as I have Harper, I don't care about anything else."

I used to think women were possessions,
and were there for my pleasure. Harper changed me, changed me forever.

For the first time since I've met either
Troy boy, they are speechless. I turn and walk back in the house to find my girl.

Chapter 29

That night I do just that
. I am sound asleep with my girl in my arms. I am awakened by something and I see the soft glow of a laptop. We are in Harper's room in her parents' house. Laura insisted we stay when Harper said she was going to the hotel with me. Although we had to be quiet, Harper was a wild cat, saying she had always fantasized about having sex in this room.  

It
was hard as hell keeping quiet. I sure missed her screams of pleasure. I have bite marks on my shoulders from where she muffled her screams. I didn't care. I like the marks on me.  They remind me of her. 

Harper is sitting up with her back against the
headboard, laptop on her legs. The light coming from the laptop gives me a nice view of her perfect bare breasts. I lie quietly, watching her for a moment. She has a notepad beside her and is jotting down something. She pinches her bottom lip with her thumb and forefinger as she studies the screen. 

"Petal?" I whisper, propping myself
up on one elbow. 

"Did I wake you
, baby?" She looks down at me with those beautiful eyes, glowing from the light of the laptop. 

I shake my head
and yawn. I see on the alarm clock that it is four in the morning. I was so sound asleep, I feel like I've slept for ten hours when it has only been four. "What are you looking at?"

"Did you know you have siblings?" She clicks on the mouse
, pulling up a picture of a man that looks just like me. "Dante Esposito. He could be your twin."

"Wow
, that is haunting." I stare at the screen sitting up more to get a better look.

"Here are your twin siste
rs." She clicks and pulls up two identical women that look like the picture of my mother, only younger. "Meet Gia and Milania Esposito, they are twenty-two. Your brother Dante Esposito is twenty-five."

"I can't believe how much we look alike. That must be why my father freaked when that picture of me wen
t into that national tabloid." I sit up even more, resting my back against the headboard, Harper's shoulder touching mine. 

"Also, I found this.
It's a picture of your mother in 1984. It must have been right after she returned to Italy." The picture is obviously taken from afar.  She is standing on a veranda type thing that is attached to what looks like a gigantic house. She has cuts and bruises on her face and a cast on her arm. My heart wrenches seeing this, thinking this might have been part of her punishment for running away. 

"I'm sorry
, baby." Harper puts her hand on my sheet covered thigh. "There's an article with it saying, Teresa Esposito returns from sabbatical.   It mentions something about a car accident being the cause of the bruises."

"Yeah
, I bet," I snort, chewing on my thumbnail. 

"The interesting part is that I looked up
the name of the photographer, thinking that maybe he had some more stories on them. He had disappeared shortly after this article was released. Two weeks later he was found dead, execution style," she reads from her notes. 

"That's not all. I
t appears anyone who publishes pictures that leave the family in a less than savory light, suffers the same fate." 

"See, all the more reas
on to not pursue this anymore." I slam the lid of her laptop down, scooting down to lie on my back. 

She places the laptop on the f
loor and lies down next to me. Turning on her side so she is facing me, she props her head up on her hand. "You said that your father assumed it was Leo, Giovanni's brother, who found your mom."

"That's what he said," I answer her apprehensively, n
ot sure I want to know where she is going with this. 

"Why did he assume that?"
she pushes.

"Because he thinks he would be the only one
who would have left us alive. Dad was friends with Leo when they were kids."

"So
I was thinking we find him. If he is the compassionate one, he might bring your mother to you." 

"No, Harper
," I answer firmly. "This is far too dangerous."

"We will be careful–"

"You know, if was just me I wouldn't care, but I would die if anything happened to you." I turn on my side, mirroring her so I can see her eyes. There is just enough light in the room that I can see the shine. "Petal, please…" I beg.

"Liam, I'm just doing research right now." She leans over p
lacing a soft kiss on my lips. Her lips brush mine so gently it almost tickles. She doesn't move away, but stays just close enough that we are barely touching. "I want to find out all I can about your mother." Her minty breath mixed with the floral scent of her hair fills my senses. I place my hand on her hip, pulling her to me. 

"I love you for that, I love that you want to do this for me." I press her hips against me so she
can feel my growing erection. "I just don't think it is a good idea to even be digging into the Esposito family. I don't think you understand how far their reach is." I lean in and brush her lips with mine. I don't pull away, but leave our lips touching. 

"We'll talk about it later," she says against my mouth.
I know this is far from over. At least I can take her mind off it for now. I run my hand through her silky hair and cup the back of her head. Pulling her lips hard to mine, her mouth opens, letting my tongue inside. Rolling her so she is on her back, I move on top of her being careful not to put all my weight on her. My knee slips between her legs, pushing them apart. I reach down between us and touch her pussy. 

She is so warm and wet for me, I in
sert my middle finger making her moan into my mouth. "God, Petal, you are so fucking beautiful. I want to make you come every day for the rest of your life," I groan, bringing my finger up to her sweet little clit, rubbing it gently. Her head goes back into the pillow as she whimpers with pleasure, her hips moving in tempo with my finger. I continue to kiss her deeply and I can tell she is close. Her body is moving faster and she is now clawing at my back.  It is taking every ounce of her self-control not to scream. 

She moves her
mouth to my shoulder and bites down. I feel the pain as she gets her pleasure. She is soaking wet after her orgasm. I insert my finger inside her again to feel her slick, sweet arousal.   

"I broke the skin," s
he says, realizing that she tastes blood. I feel a warm trickle of blood run down my chest. "I'm sorry, baby," she says sadly.

"It's ok
ay, Petal," I chuckle lightly. I will take that pain any day knowing she had pleasure. 

"Let me make it up to you," s
he says, her eyes dark with lust. "Lie down," she orders and I do. She climbs on top of me and starts with my neck kissing and sucking. Licking the cut she just made, she kisses it then moves down my chest. I feel my muscles tremble under her touch. Moving down even farther, she reaches my balls and cups them, rubbing them gently. 

Her ton
gue circles the tip of my cock. It is so soft and warm against me. Her lips close around me and she takes the shaft all the way in her mouth. I feel the tip hit the back of her throat. I don't know if it's just because it is her, or if she is the best damn blowjob giver in the world. Absolutely, blissfully, amazing is how I would describe it.

I fist the sheets as she moves up and
down my aching, throbbing cock. I try to hold back as long as I can, but it is hard. I buck my hips as I come, wave after wave of ultimate pleasure into her sweet mouth. What is even sexier than that, is that she swallows my juices and licks me clean. It's like she can't get enough either. She continues until my body jerks from the sensitivity. 

Releasing me, she loo
ks up at me though her lashes. She gives me the cutest beaming smile. 

"Come here
, you." I motion with my finger, and she crawls back up my body settling into the crook of my arm. Wrapping my legs and arms around her, we are both out in seconds.

Chapter 30

When I awaken again, it is light out, and
there is no Harper beside me. The clock says 11:00 a.m. and I shoot up out of bed. I haven't slept in that late since I was a teenager.  

I get up and
throw on last night's clothes. I open the door and don't see anyone else on the second floor. Using the bathroom down the hall, I wash my face and brush my teeth. Harper had told me she was the only one who ever used this bathroom, so I assume the purple toothbrush in the holder is hers. After all, she has used mine, I can use hers. 

The house is quiet, but I find Harpe
r in the kitchen on her laptop with her note pad next to her full of scribbles.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask
when she turns and notices me. I lean down and place a slow lingering kiss on her lips. 

"You were sleeping so sound
ly, I didn't have the heart," she answers, running her tongue along her bottom lip, after I let her lips loose.