Giorgio (Vigilance #1) - Silvia Violet Page 0,61

changed between us. Instead of just a fun way to pass the time, it became… something more.

“We tried to hide it, but X—he was my commanding officer—found out. He didn’t discipline us. Our tours were almost up, and Thomas wasn’t planning to re-up. X just told us to be careful, but that last mission… Thomas was pinned down, and I couldn’t get to him. By the time I got up in a helo where I could take an aerial shot, he was dead. Butchered by…” I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes. I wasn’t going to cry.

“Fuck, Gio. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t call me that.” I choked the words out. I knew Devil had used the nickname deliberately to distract me. I swiped at my eyes and took a breath to steady myself.

Devil laid a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry about Thomas.”

I held up my hand before he could say anything else. “Don’t tell me I shouldn’t let his death keep me from loving someone else because I can’t go through that again.”

“Can you walk away from Lane?”

I glanced toward the bedroom, then looked back at Devil. “I don’t know.”

22

Lane

I showered, and Mittens paced around in the bathroom, not wanting to leave me now that we’d been reunited. I’d turned up the thermostat, but it was still cold in the apartment, so I put on a sweatshirt and some sleep pants after my shower. For a while, I just sat on the bed, petting Mittens and wishing all the shit Alan had stirred up would go away. I wished I’d never met the fucker, but then… I would never have met Giorgio.

Did I really think he was going to stay with me after this was all over, though? He was so not relationship material, and yet… Earlier today it had felt like a lot more than just sex between us. But if Giorgio couldn’t even tell me what he really did, what his past had been like, how could things work? How could we have the kind of open, honest relationship I wanted?

Finally, I lay down and pulled the covers over me. Mittens curled into a circle at my feet where she usually slept. My stomach rumbled as I tried to get comfortable. I’d told Giorgio I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t been then, but I’d also just wanted to be alone.

I heard the low murmur of voices; Giorgio was talking to Devil. There was a fucking mobster in my apartment along with an assassin. How the hell had this happened?

I shuddered as I thought about what could have happened if I hadn’t had protection. I was lucky to be alive. If I’d gone to that party with Alan… I shuddered and pulled the covers tighter around me.

I tried not to let myself dwell on those potential consequences, but I ended up running all kinds of horrible scenarios through my mind until, body heavy with exhaustion, I finally fell asleep.

Sometime later, I heard a noise. I tensed, ready to take action, before I realized it was Giorgio coming into my room. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He slipped into the bed with me, spooned around me, and pulled me close, kissing the back of my neck and stroking his hand up and down my chest. I snuggled back against him, enjoying his warm touch. I was scared, frustrated, and unsure how this could all be resolved, but I wanted Giorgio. Could I figure out a way to hold on to him?

He nibbled the back of my neck and slid one of his hands into my hair. I pushed back against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against my ass. He bit down harder, and I whimpered.

“You’re awake now, aren’t you?” I shivered as his warm breath tickled my neck.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed his way down my body. When he reached the waistband of my pants, he pushed me onto my back and settled between my legs before tugging on my pants and pulling them off. He peeked up at me from under the covers. “Relax and enjoy this.”

Before I could respond, he swallowed my cock all the way to the root.

“Fuck,” I reached for him, pushing the covers off so I could watch as he sucked me. I slid my hands into his hair. I thought he would seize my wrists and pin them to the mattress, but he let me hold on to him.

He pulled back and licked the underside of my cock,