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 WARNING!

Do not read this epilogue if you haven’t read MAFIA KINGS: ADRIANO yet!
It contains massive spoilers from the very first sentence.
No, seriously, you’ll ruin the whole book. Go read ADRIANO first.
(And DARIO, too.)
Also contains sexual situations.
 Epilogue

Bianca

Aurelio Rosolini – Adriano’s cousin – was the man I’d seen in the modeling
agency the night the gunmen tried to kill us.
I only realized it when I looked into his eyes at my wedding reception just
before he left.
The reaction from my new family was immediate.
As soon as he heard, Niccolo called an emergency meeting.
So while my wedding reception was still going on outside the mansion, I
huddled with my new husband and in-laws in the library.
Although it was scary, I was actually kind of honored.
There’s nothing that says ‘you’re part of the family now’ like being in an
emergency meeting on your wedding day.
Niccolo asked me a couple of times if I was absolutely sure that it was
Aurelio I’d seen at the modeling agency.
Every time I answered ‘yes,’ he still kept asking.
Adriano finally stepped in. “She SAID ‘yes,’ so stop asking her!”
Niccolo apologized. He explained that if it was Aurelio who had been there
the day of the massacre…
Then he had probably conspired with the Agrellas to kill us.
And maybe even partnered with Mezzasalma to destroy the family.
Ultimately, it was probable that it wasn’t just Aurelio who wanted us dead…
…but his father.
“You think Uncle Fausto is behind this?!” Massimo asked in alarm.
Niccolo got a grim look on his face. “Aurelio’s not smart enough to pull this
off. If anyone planned it all out, it was Fausto.”
They talked about a lot of things I didn’t understand, but one of them was
something Mezzasalma had mentioned:
About a man named the Turk, and a secret tunnel leading away from the
mansion.
Thinking of Mezzasalma made me remember something else he’d said as
we’d sped away from the city.
“When he was driving me out of Florence, Mezzasalma said that we were
going to see friends of his in the countryside. Does that help?”
Niccolo groaned like he’d just heard awful news. “Fausto has an estate in
Tuscany about 45 minutes from here. The spot where you flipped the car? That
road is basically a straight shot to his house.”
Every single person in the room stared at Niccolo in shock –
 Until Adriano snarled, “We should go kill the bastard tonight.”
A long argument followed about if they had enough proof.
There was also lots of talk about mafia families across Italy, and their
reactions if the brothers were to kill their uncle –
But eventually, Niccolo won out.
It was decided they would send emissaries to the most powerful families in
Italy and try to win them to our side against Fausto.
Massimo would be the first, and he would leave for Venice in the morning.
After the meeting was over, Niccolo, Dario, and Alessandra came up to me
and Adriano.
“I’m sorry this happened on your wedding day,” Niccolo apologized.
“Of all the times…” Alessandra said mournfully.
“Well, at least we know now – right?” I asked.
I felt awful that I had been the bearer of bad news: that the brothers’ own
family had tried to kill them.
Fausto and Aurelio had indirectly tried to kill me, too –
But on that one, I placed the blame at the feet of the Agrellas.
They were the ones who had extorted me into going into the hotel room.
They were the ones who had taken me to their modelling agency, which they
used as a front for forcing women into prostitution.
Fausto and Aurelio hadn’t even known who I was at the time.
I was just some girl – a nameless, faceless victim they would never meet.
But to try to kill your own nephews…
Your own cousins…
It was incomprehensible to me.
And I hated that I had to be the one to tell them.
But Dario comforted me. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Once
again, you’ve helped us more than you can ever know. If you hadn’t been tangled
up in all this, we might never have known the danger we faced… or what the
monsters in our family have been plotting. So thank you.”
I nodded. “You’re welcome.”
Alessandra hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, “Thank you for saving
my husband… and my unborn baby.”
I hugged her back even tighter as tears misted my eyes.
Niccolo winced. “I have one more unfortunate piece of news, though.”
“…what?” I asked in dread.
I imagined assassinations –
Poisonings –
Maybe forcing my parents out of the house –
“I need you to cancel your honeymoon,” Niccolo said.
 I burst out laughing.
Everyone stared at me.
“…I thought it was going to be so much worse than that,” I explained.
“Well, I’m glad you’re not upset,” Niccolo said.
“I am,” Adriano said angrily.
“Yeah, well, I figured that,” Niccolo muttered.
“Dario got married right after our house was invaded, and you didn’t have a
problem with him going to the Amalfi Coast.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize that our uncle was trying to kill us, or my
decision would have been a little bit different,” Niccolo snapped.
“Fausto’s not going to try anything so soon after – ”
“Adriano,” I whispered as I hugged him. “Sweetie.”
He calmed down and looked at me.
I put my hands on either side of his face. “It’s okay.”
He frowned. “I just don’t want you to feel cheated. I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. Anyplace I get to be with you, I’m happy. I just want you, and
me, and everybody else to be safe. I don’t care where we go on our honeymoon – I
don’t even care if we go on a honeymoon. All I care about is being with you.”
He glanced in irritation at his brothers one more time – then looked back at
me. “If you’re sure you won’t be disappointed…”
I kissed him, then pulled back and smiled. “I have you. That’s all I need.”
He smiled and kissed me again.
“Wait – you could honeymoon here!” Alessandra exclaimed.
“We live here,” Adriano said drily. “That’s not much of a honeymoon.”
“But Bianca has only been here a few weeks – and a lot of that time, she was
taking it easy from the accident!” Alessandra said excitedly. “And then we were
planning the wedding, so she hasn’t really had time to see anything! There’s the
orchards, and the vineyards – she hasn’t even been in the swimming pool yet!”
“That’s true,” I agreed. “I’ve only been out of Florence on a couple of
occasions, and I’ve never spent any time in a place as nice as this house.”
“We can give you an amazing honeymoon!” Alessandra said as she latched
onto my arm.
“I’m all for it,” I said with a huge smile.
My new sister-in-law really was a sunbeam of hope and joy amidst all the
stress.
We looked at Adriano.
“Well?” Niccolo asked.
My husband groaned, then glanced at me. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“…alright.”
 I beamed and kissed him.
“Yaaaaay!” Alessandra said, practically hopping up and down.
“Well, now that that’s settled,” Dario said, “we should probably be getting
back to your wedding.”
“Fine,” Adriano grumbled. He let Dario put an arm around his shoulders and
led him out of the room.
Alessandra was beaming as we walked out behind them. “I am so looking
forward to this!”
“So am I.”
As I walked out of the library with her, Niccolo whispered in my ear,
“Thank GOD you married him. It’s like a magic trick, somebody being able to
calm him down like that. THANK you.”
I just laughed, hugged Niccolo, and went off to join my husband.

***

The honeymoon was absolutely magical.

The next morning we ate breakfast on the patio with my parents, Alessandra,
and the brothers before Massimo left for Venice.
When Adriano asked me what I wanted to do, I knew immediately.
“The pool.”
It was late June, and the weather had gotten unseasonably warm the last few
days. I was sure the water would be delicious.
We went back inside and changed. I had bought a bikini for our honeymoon
– before we had to cancel – so I had one on hand.
Then we met on the patio in flip-flops and towels.
Adriano had something else, too: a big inflatable inner tube and a coil of
clothesline.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“You’ll see.”
“Don’t go swimming for an hour after you eat!” Massimo yelled jokingly as
we walked across the grass.
“Don’t go marrying the old lady who runs Venice!” Adriano shouted back.
“…fuck you,” Massimo said dourly.
We reached the pool and set down our things. It was beautiful – almost as
big as an Olympic pool, with a gorgeous tile mosaic at the bottom of the crystal-
clear water. Apparently it was salt water, because there wasn’t even a whiff of
chlorine.
I waded into the water from the steps at one end– and it was exactly the right
temperature. A little brisk in the first few seconds, then comfortable after that.
 Adriano tied one end of the clothesline to a plastic handle on the inner tube,
then walked out into the water. He moved gingerly since he was still recovering
from the ribs he’d broken when he was shot five weeks ago.
“So what’s this all about?” I asked.
“Get in and see.”
I maneuvered myself onto the raft, my rear end hanging down in the water.
Once I was situated, Adriano pushed me away from him, and I spun lazily
out across the pool.
I sighed. It was lovely… just peacefully drifting across the water.
And then… once my momentum slowed down and I stopped…
Adriano used the clothesline to gently pull me back.
It was bliss.
Something about the slow movement across the water…
The gentle current against my feet and hands…
The hot sun beating down from the sky…
I felt all the tension melt out of my body.
When I returned to Adriano, he pushed me away again…
And then slowly reeled me back in.
“This is amazing,” I sighed happily. “How did you think of this?”
He leaned over my head, upside down, and kissed me gently on the lips.
“My father used to do this for my mother in the summertime. Especially when she
was pregnant with my younger brothers. She would lie in an inner tube, and he
would push her out and pull her back in for hours.”
“That’s so sweet,” I said, and meant it. “But won’t you get bored?”
“I just love watching you,” he whispered in my ear, then pushed me out
again.

***

A servant came out half an hour later and asked us if we wanted drinks.
Adriano ordered a Campari and soda – the perfect cocktail for a hot summer day –
and I said I’d like a glass of champagne.
“What are you celebrating?” Adriano asked.
“Getting to be with you,” I said back.
That got me a good kiss.
The drinks were wonderful. I drifted back and forth in the hot sun, sipping
my champagne, feeling wonderfully relaxed. Occasionally, I took a quick dunk in
the pool to cool down.
“Do you want me to push you?” I asked Adriano at one point.
“Thanks, but I think the pressure from the sides would hurt my ribs.”
 I got right up against him in the water and draped my arms around his neck.
“Mmmm… I’ll have to do something extra nice to pay you back, then.”
He grinned and kissed me. “I look forward to it.”

***

I got the chance at lunchtime.

After we showered and dressed, Alessandra had the kitchen pack us a picnic
lunch. Adriano carried the basket in one hand and held mine in the other as we
strolled across the gardens and down into an olive grove about a half mile from the
house.
We spread a blanket on the ground beneath the silver leaves of the olive
trees. Then we laid out the containers of food.
There were fresh grapes, newly picked from the arbors on the estate…
A salad of sweet melon mixed with dark greens and a champagne
vinaigrette…
Buffalo mozzarella paired with the ripest tomatoes I had ever tasted…
And a torta d’erbe – a savory pie made with melted cheese and herbs, still
hot from the oven.
Plus there was a bottle of ice-cold prosecco – sweet Italian sparkling wine –
that we drank from crystal glasses.
After we had our fill, I laid down next to Adriano on the blanket and looked
up at the clouds through the tree branches.
“I was thinking,” he said.
“About what?”
“After we had sex the first couple of times, I asked you in the café, and you
said you were on birth control.”
I smiled. “I remember.”
He was glossing over some of the unhappier parts of the conversation.
However, we barely knew each other at that point – and we were basically
running for our lives.
The only thing really holding us together at that point was the need to
survive…
And sheer sexual attraction.
Which there was a lot of.
“Well… what would you think of going off of birth control?” he asked.
I sat up in shock and looked at him.
I mean, I had always assumed we would have children…
But I hadn’t thought about it this early on.
“…you want to have a baby with me?” I asked softly.
 “Of course,” he said with a grin.
“…now? So soon?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
My heart swelled in my chest –
But it was also a little overwhelming.
Before I’d met him, I’d thought it would take years for me to get married.
First, I would establish a career…
Claw my way up through a design house, working long hours for peanuts…
If I was lucky, maybe save a little money…
Possibly start my own design house…
And – someday – meet someone and settle down.
And I figured I wouldn’t have children for a couple of years after that.
But now, only six weeks after I’d met Adriano, I was married…
Money was never going to be a problem again…
And I could pursue my own fashion designs – and run my own company –
with financial backing from his family.
I already had everything I thought it would take me years to get.
And I was happier than I’d ever thought possible.
But the idea of a baby…
“We don’t have to now if you don’t want to,” he said softly.
I looked at him and thought about the last few weeks.
I’d had to take his hand, trust him, and jump off a metaphorical cliff…
Over and over and over.
It was funny –
The very first time, it was a literal jump.
Out a hotel window.
And I had to trust him to catch me.
He had.
He always caught me…
And every jump I’d made with him had turned out to be the right choice.
It felt like this was just the next jump.
“…yes,” I said.
He burst into a smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered as I leaned over and kissed him. “It might take a while
for the birth control to wear off… but yeah.”
“Well, we can practice in the meantime,” he said with a grin.
I smiled…
Then reached down to his pants and found his cock beneath the material.
Either all the kissing had already turned him on…
Or he’d been really happy about having a baby…
 Because he was already starting to get hard.
I unbuttoned his pants as I leaned over him, grinning.
“Oh – so soon,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey… gotta practice,” I whispered.
I opened his pants and took hold of his cock.
It was growing bigger… and thicker… and longer with every one of his
heartbeats.
I stroked it softly in my hand, feeling it grow harder.
I was above him, leaning over him, and my breasts hung down and pressed
firmly against the top of my sundress.
He stroked the tops of my breasts… gently caressing them…
And then freed one from my top.
I scooted up a little so that he could take my nipple in his mouth…
And he began to suck.
Licking my nipple…
Nibbling it slightly.
I closed my eyes and moaned…
All while I continued to gently stroke his cock.
After a minute, I sat up straight…
And then moved away from his face and bent over his lap.
“Um… what are you doing?” he asked in an amused voice.
I replied in a sultry voice, “I said I owed you something nice from the
swimming pool, remember?”
And then I took the head of his cock in my mouth.
I heard him groan as I tickled his balls with my fingertips.
I moved my head back and forth… slowly… taking as much of him in my
mouth as I could.
Which wasn’t much, to be honest.
Because there was a lot of him to take in.
But I kept tickling his balls… fondling them, stroking them…
And moving my head back and forth as I sucked on his cock.
I felt him hike the hem of my sundress up to my waist…
And then, with his strong hands, he directed me to straddle him.
I wasn’t wearing any underwear…
So he got a full view as I swung my leg over his chest and into a 69 position.
I had to be careful. Our sex life had definitely been more slow and sensual as
he’d recovered from his cracked ribs.
But it had been fun to explore other avenues…
…like now.
I felt his fingers softly caress my ass…
 The insides of my thighs…
And lightly stroke my pussy.
There was a light whisper of a touch across my clit, which sent a flutter of
pleasure up into my belly…
And then I felt his tongue, warm and wet, part my lips.
I groaned with his cock in my mouth and gripped the base of his shaft in my
hand.
His tongue stroked me up and down…
Dancing over my clit…
And sinking deep inside me.
Well…
As deep as his tongue could go.
But I wanted something a lot deeper…
And a lot thicker.
I let him lick me for a minute longer until I couldn’t stand it anymore…
And then I took his cock out of my mouth and sat up, careful not to put any
weight on his ribcage.
I swung my leg over him, then straddled him facing him.
I pulled my dress up around my waist…
Reached down and found his cock, now soaked from my mouth…
And slowly guided him into me.
The entire time, I kept eye contact with him.
I gazed deep into his eyes as I felt his swollen crown part my lips…
And then I sank down halfway on his cock.
I grinned as he groaned and his eyes rolled back up into his head.
Then my own eyes rolled back into my head as I lifted my body up, sank
down again, and took more of him inside me.
I did it again and again, sinking further every time…
Until he was completely filling me up.
I moaned and braced my hands on the ground so I could move my hips back
and forth, rocking his cock inside me.
Not fast…
And not pulling it out far…
But a consistent, gentle motion that increased my pleasure with every
movement.
He pulled down the top of my sundress so that my breasts were exposed…
And he fondled one as he sucked on the other.
He kept switching between them, squeezing and sucking, as my breasts hung
full and heavy in his face… and my curly tresses hung like a curtain around his
head.
 I kept rocking my hips slowly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, as I slid
his huge cock in and out of me just a few inches at a time.
Occasionally I would lean down for a kiss, hot and wet…
And then go back to letting him fondle and suck on my tits.
Then I started getting close.
I could feel an orgasm building up inside of me.
I couldn’t go as fast and crazy as I would have liked because of his injury –
So I reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit, soft at first, then
faster and more frantic as I began to come.
Adriano braced one powerful hand against my shoulder, keeping me upright,
and continued sucking on my nipples as his thick cock rocked inside me –
And my fingers rubbed frantically over my clit –
And I came.
“OH GOD!” I cried out –
And then he bellowed, his lips still locked around my right nipple, and I felt
him spurting deep inside me.
“UNH – UNH – UNH!” I cried out as waves of pleasure shook me from
head to toe.
Finally my orgasm began to reside…
And I felt his contractions slow down to one every few seconds before they
stopped completely.
Breathing heavily, I settled down gently on his chest, and grinned at him as
he grinned at me.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back, and kissed me deeply.

MAFIA KINGS: MASSIMO coming soon!

Other books by Olivia Thorn:

Billionaire Romance
All That He Wants (Volume 1)
All That He Loves (Volume 2)
The Billionaire’s Wedding (Volume 3)

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 The Billionaire’s Kiss (Parts 1-4)
The Billionaire’s Obsession (Part 5)

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Motorcycle Romance
Midnight Desire (Part 1)
Midnight Lust (Part 2)
Midnight Deceit (Part 3)
Midnight Obsession (Part 4)

Rockstar Romance
(Careful - cheating in Part 3, Why Choose, HFN ending)
Rock Me Hard (Part 1)
Rock All Night (Part 2)
Hard As Rock (Part 3)