Of all the women there are, why her?
Why!?
And I look up in the sky as I question my Lord for the first time.
Why? Why do you let me desire her?
“Hello, anybody home?” I hear her ask, and my eyes wander down. She is standing right in front of me. Staring at me intently. Her eyes slightly narrowed.
My eyes wander to her lips again.
Full. Red. Slightly parted.
She tilts her head as my eyes wander back up.
She knows.
She grabs my hand.
Brings it up to her mouth.
Opens her mouth slightly more.
Trails underneath my pointer finger with her tongue.
And then sucks it, without breaking the gaze into my eyes.
Her red lips close around my finger, and I breathe in sharply. Never, ever in my life have I seen anything more erotic than this.
It's lustful, so consuming, and I know she is the apple. The forbidden apple.
A shiver runs over my back.
I pull back my hand, forcefully, and take a step back, gun drawn, pressing into her chest.
She smirks.
Biting her bottom lip.
“Shooting me won’t change anything,” she says and smirks dangerously. “Because I am Capo Antonella Amato.”
She turns and walks away.
With an energy that is worth her title.
Leaving me with a longing desire.
16
ANTONELLA
PLAYLIST: DARK ROOM – MICHELE MORRONE
Isit in the back of a Range Rover. One car behind us, another in front of us. I am official. I am the one now to be protected at all costs. Salvatore sits next to me, a driver in the front. I employ so many people I can’t count them.
My fingers wander over my lips. The lips that just touched her. The woman who tortured me. Abducted me. And I did what I did because I needed to prove something to myself. I needed to know what it was she caused me to feel. Causes me to feel, because whenever I think of her, a jittery sensation of tingling desire appears in my core.
I have desires. Desires I need release from. But I don’t have anything I could use in the masseria.