Detained: Chapter 63

I sit back and gaze at my reflection, the mascara enhancing the darkness of my lashes. Frankie hasn’t touched me since the miscarriage. He’s cared for me, he’s helping me heal. We’re taking our revenge.

It’s not enough. That isn’t the Frankie I need anymore. Running my finger across my lip, I just want to feel alive again, even just for a moment. I now understand why Frankie spent all these years fixating on his revenge.

Because when you stop and truly give yourself the time to think, the time to grieve what you’ve lost, that’s when the pain starts. And right now, I feel useless, now even to Frankie. I’m so caught up in watching the people who did this to me die, I’ve forgotten how much I need Frankie. All I want is for him to take control and remind me of who I am.

I need him to stop this cycle of pain the only way I know how. So, I slip on my red satin robe, its smooth fabric sliding over my lace lingerie, and stand outside his office door.

Mikhail’s heavy accent echoes through the heavy wood. “He’s taken the bait, Frankie. I have a call with him in an hour. Enzo will intercept and get the location.”

I hesitate, waiting for Frankie’s response. I quietly open his office and step in. His wild eyes meet mine and his face softens before he turns back to the screen. “I will only be taking a small team with me. I need the rest here to protect my family.”

“Your funeral.” Michail’s words sound final.

Frankie laughs and I feel sick to my stomach. “It just means you and your brothers will have to come on the adventure with me.” His eyes flick to me again and I blush as he bites down on his lip. “I have to go. When you have the updates, let me know immediately.”

He spins in his seat to face me, his muscular legs spread, and he runs a hand through his messy hair. “Everything okay, baby?”

I shake my head, biting down on my nail. “I need you, Frankie.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’m here; I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Not like that.” I bow my head. I hear his heavy footsteps as he reaches me and tips my chin up.

“Use your words, angel. Tell me what you need from me.”

His lips hover over mine.

“I need you to help me feel normal again–sexy. Make me forget who I am, even for a little while. Break me to make me whole again.”

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He leans back, his eyes searching mine.

“Please, Frankie.” I bat my lashes at him.

“I’ll give you what I think you need,” he growls.

I nod, not taking my eyes off his lips that I so desperately want on mine. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“I need you, too, dolcezza,” he mutters against my cheek, feathering his lips down my skin towards my jaw.

His fingers trail up my arms and he pushes the robe from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He sucks in a breath, with a hunger in his eyes as he takes in my little red outfit.

‘My beautiful girl,’ he whispers. He traces his tongue along my throat and down my chest. As I tilt my head back, I intertwine my fingers in his hair.

His hands continue down my stomach and he cups my throbbing pussy through my silky thongs.

“You really are desperate for me, aren’t you? My filthy little slut,” he growls.

“So bad, sir.”

“Turn around, arms up against the door.”

I don’t hesitate. I do exactly as he says, pressing the side of my face against the cool wood.

He groans in appreciation as he grabs my ass cheeks and runs a finger down the center, hooking it under the thongs and pulling them down to my ankles.

“As perfect as you look in these, you naked will always be my favorite.”

My arms start to ache, so I let them sag down to the frame.

His hand connects with the top of my thigh in a sharp snap.

“Oh my god.” I squeeze my eyes shut as the sting takes over.

“Stay still. You aren’t going to move a muscle until I tell you to.”

I hold my breath as he presses his hard cock against my ass and his fingers lace around my throat.

I try to steady myself, but as he circles my clit, my legs feel like they’re giving out beneath me.

“My girl lost her voice, hmm?”

I let out a whimper as he slides his fingers deep inside me and increases the pressure on the sides of my neck.

“Is this what you need, Zara?”

“M-more,” I beg him.

“Is that right?”

When he removes himself from me, I nearly collapse against the door, feeling weak and shaky. His fingers dig into my hip as he spreads my cheeks, his warm breath sending ripples of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, dolcezza truly is the right name for you,” he whispers against my pussy and takes a slow lick from my slit all the way back to my asshole. “So fucking sweet.”

He continues to alternate between licking, sucking and fucking me with his tongue, all while his finger circles my tight hole.

“I’m so close, sir.”

I can feel the strain in my muscles as I fight to keep my arms elevated. The more my legs tremble, the harder it gets. He stands and whips me around to face him, lifting me in the air so my legs wrap around his waist, his rock-hard dick rubbing against my pussy.

His lips crash over mine for a hungry kiss as he presses my body against the wall. I grind my hips to try to relieve some of the pressure, but his firm hand on my hip holds me in place.

“Keep doing that and you won’t get to come,” he warns.

With his kisses stealing my breath, he walks us over to the couch and lays me down, settling himself between my thighs. I watch as he unzips with his pants, releasing his cock and wipes the pre-come from the tip.

“Open,” he commands.

I do as he says and suck the salty liquid from his thumb. He removes his shirt and sits back on his heels, taking long slow strokes on his dick.

His eyes are piercing as he watches me squirm. He must be waiting for me to start pleading with him to fuck me into oblivion. He needs me desperate for him, and I am.

“P-please, Frankie. I need your cock inside me.”

With him positioned above me, his arm supporting his weight, I let out a sigh as he guides himself closer, the tip tantalizingly rubbing against my sensitive clit.

Holy fuck.

The longer it goes on, the harder it is to resist pushing my hips down to force him to fuck me.

“That feels so fucking good, sir,” I pant, tipping my head back. My whole body is ablaze.

“You don’t want my dick sinking deep inside of you?”

My eyes open. “That’s what I thought,” he bends down for a kiss and flips me over onto all fours, his fingers digging hard into my hips as he sinks inside me, letting out a moan of his own.

“Do that again,” I whisper.

“What?” he asks breathlessly.

“Moan, that was so fucking hot.”

He pushes back inside me, pressing a firm hand down on my lower back. Another rumbling sound rips from him and I nearly lose control.

He fucks me with no holding back, slamming inside me over and over again. I’m screaming out his name, all while fighting for breath. I can’t take much more.

I grip the overstuffed arms of the loveseat tightly, my knuckles turning white, as I lean forward. I feel his strong grip tighten as he pulls me back, securing me in place.

“Did I say you could move?”

The second his finger starts to circle my clit, I crash over the edge. I come harder than I ever have before. He takes every single ounce of pleasure from me, without letting up. I feel as if I’ve died and gone to heaven. He slows the pace and slides out of me, my body sagging into the cushions.

I don’t even have a moment to catch my breath before he yanks me up by my hair, pressing my back tightly against his chest, our bodies slick with sweat, sticking together.

I lean my head to the side and he nibbles softly on my cheek.

He releases me, and as I turn around to face him, I find myself mirroring his position on his knees. As we stare into each other’s eyes, his hand comes out and cups the side of my face and he pulls me into him, claiming my tender lips for a passionate kiss.

“I love you, sir.”

“I love you, angel. You have no idea how much.”

Oh, I do.

“I want to come with you to get Romano, Frankie. I’m not staying here without you. We do this together.”

We haven’t spoken about this. It’s all happened so fast.

He won’t stop me.

When Romano dies, he will look us both in the eyes as he takes his last breath. I deserve this, too.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby. It’s us against the world, remember? It’s your revenge as well. I’d never take that from you.”

Pressing my face against him and I hug him tight, listening to his fast heartbeat.

“I want to try again for a baby when this is over. I want everything.”

I can feel the warmth of his fingers as they trail up my spine, before lacing around my throat and pulling me back in front of him.

“I’ll give you the world. We will have it all and it will be beautiful.”

A wave of emotion washes over me, causing tears to well in my eyes.

“I wish I could take this pain away, dolcezza.” He lowers his forehead to mine.

“You do. Every day, you make it better.”

“I’m so fucking lucky I get to call you mine,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips that has me craving more.

“You’re quite the catch yourself, Mr. Falcone.”

“Is that right?”

I squeal as he lifts me over his shoulder, slapping my ass as he carries me to the door.

“We have time to kill before Enzo calls, and I’m making use of every single second with your perfect body.”

It’s been a whirlwind twenty-four hours since Enzo called. Between the rapidly scheduled flights to Italy and the coordination of getting the army brought over and tracking down lodging and supplies, we’re all living on nerves and caffeine.

I lean back on the kitchen counter as the men line up their weapons on the dining table. Frankie is in his element, dishing out armament to his men. When he looks up and catches me eyeing up, he blows me a kiss and I can’t help but blush.

Frankie held me so tightly in his sleep, like it could be the last time we do this. No matter how confident we may be, there is that doubt in all of our minds. We’ve all lost so much, realistically, this could go very badly.

Just because we’ve narrowed down Romano’s location, we’re in a villa in Sicily with the Russians. I should feel safe, but it doesn’t mean the unexpected can’t happen. A bit like the End Zone blowing up with me inside.

I just have to pray to God it doesn’t.

Jax waltzes over with a teasing grin on his face to hand me a vest.

“For you, queen Zara.”

“Knock it off.” Frankie slaps him on the back of the head.

I’ve been waiting for Frankie to change his mind and make me stay behind. He knows I’m capable of looking after myself, he’s my protector.

We’re just waiting on Enzo to scope out the exact coordinates. We want to catch Romano when he least expects it.

“Go and put it on for me.” Frankie leans over and drops a kiss to my lips.

“Get a fucking room,” Jax calls out.

“I swear to God, Jax,” Frankie growls.

I can’t help but laugh. Jax knows how to get under Frankie’s skin as much as I do.

I head over to the coffee machine and jab the button, placing a black mug underneath. Frankie’s arms wrap around my stomach, his lips brushing along my neck.

“How long before we need to leave?” I ask just as the coffee machine beeps.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll get my vest on. Grab me a couple of guns.”

“Only the best for you.” He kisses my jaw and releases me, not before slapping my ass.

I stop by the door as I hear Luca and Rosa coming down the stairs.

His deep voice precedes them. “I’m coming home, tesoro. To both of you. Don’t doubt me on that. Once this is over, we can finally be free.”

My heart sinks in the most selfish way possible. Despite the stinging sensation of tears in my eyes, I manage to suppress them as they come closer to me, replacing any trace of sadness with a forced smile.

Luca pulls her into an embrace, and I look away, not wanting to invade on their moment.

I need space. I clasp tightly to my vest and bolt out up the stairs, slamming our bedroom door shut behind me. I pull my black cami over my head and toss it next to the vest on the bed.

I’m still fucking broken. All the years of my dad chipping away at me, everything Frankie rebuilt within me, has been shattered again. If I lose him, I lose everything. I’m so consumed by my guilt and anger, I can barely see.

A squeak escapes my lips as Frankie spins me around. His lips crash onto mine, leaving me gasping for air.

“What was that for?” I say when he pulls back.

“I just wanted some time with you before we go.”

“You mean in case you don’t come home, don’t you?”

He shakes his head, stroking my face.

“Baby, you know if it comes down to it, I’m taking a bullet for you, for my family. Will I try my fucking hardest to make it home to you? Yes. You know that is my driving force now. I can’t lie to you, though. This isn’t going to be pretty. There is a chance. This could be the last time I get to steal a kiss from my dolcezza.”

My eyes sting. I can’t bring myself to look at him. “Don’t say that, Frankie.”

“Zara, this is our life. This is how I have lived for years, except this time, I truly have something to live for, to fight to come back to. So, I will.”

He kisses me again, but I don’t return it. I refuse for it to be our last.

“Don’t deny me,” he growls.

He grabs my hand, my engagement ring sparkling between us.

“You think I won’t do everything I can to make sure I make you my wife? That I won’t come home to give us that family we want, our legacy? Give me some credit.”

I suck in a breath, looking into his eyes.

“Now, kiss me like you mean it,” he demands.

I jump into his arms, causing him to stumble back against the wall. Slamming my lips over his, I kiss him with everything I have, pulling at his hair as he moans into my mouth.

His hand slides down into my panties, his index finger circles my clit until my entire body begins to quiver.

Just as I’m about to start begging, he pulls away with a grin. “I’ll be finishing what I started when we’re home.”

I stare at him, open-mouthed and breathless. “You asshole.”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck your ass too, if you want.” He winks, and removes his hand. “I love you, Zara. You know that, right?”

I nod. “Oh, I know. I love you too, my crazy man. Let’s get this done, so I can have you all to myself.”

He turns away and swipes up the vest from the bed.

“Arms up,” he commands.

He slips it over my head and starts to adjust the sides first, followed by my shoulders, without saying a word.

“I’m going to be fine, Frankie. You’ve seen me in action.”

He swallows, still staying silent as he hands me my black sweater. “You are all that matters, dolcezza.”

I gently cup his face in my hands, tracing the short dark beard with my fingertips.

“I mean, I think I look pretty hot like this. Badass, right?” I wink at him, trying to shake him out of any dark place he might be sending himself to.

“Badass, now that is the perfect way to describe you, baby.”

I wiggle my eyebrows and grin.

“It helps when you’ve got the mafia boss wrapped around your little finger.” I tap his cheek and try to walk away. I can’t hide my giggle when he catches me by the wrist, lifts me in the air and throws me down on the bed.

“Hey, I love watching you be all ruthless and in charge. It makes me horny as hell. It’s where you’re happiest, isn’t it?” I say, continuing to goad him.

“It’s one of the places I’m happiest, yes.”

“Hmm, what else then?”

“When I’m with you, Zara. That’s where my true happiness lies, with you.”

“That’s cute.”

His fingers dig into my thighs and I try to wriggle away.

“Don’t call me cute.”

“Why? Have we got time for you to show me all the ways you aren’t cute? I’d like the reminder that my fiancé isn’t a big ball of mush. It’s a bit of a turn off.” I bite back a grin.

He looks at his Rolex and back to me, raising a brow.

“I’ve got four minutes to punish that little bratty mouth. Now on your knees, baby.”

My eyes light up as his hands go to his belt.

This is exactly what we both need.