Hunted By A Shadow (Kings Of Mafia)

After I finish checking a shipment of Uzis, I walk to the office and take a seat on the couch.

Business is good, but I’m not making any progress with The Harvest. Servando Montes is nowhere to be found, and my patience is wearing thin.

I think he got wind of Enrique being killed and went into hiding.

The streets of New York are quiet, but my men are still on high alert and searching for anyone related to The Harvest.

It’s frustrating. I want to put this matter to bed and get on with my life.

My life which now includes Skylar.

Every day, she’s doing a little better. I’ve sorted out all the paperwork concerning Harlan’s estate and her finances and made it easy for her to handle them should something happen to me.

I’ve invested the bulk of her inheritance, and I’ll add the money from the sale of the mansion once it comes through.

I got her a cell phone, which she hardly uses. Her routine hasn’t changed much, and she spends most of her time in the kitchen.

I’ve been playing with the idea of firing Chef Alain and giving her the position of head chef at La Torrisi. It’s either that or I buy her a restaurant.

Climbing to my feet, I leave the office again and gesture to Vincenzo that we’re leaving. Whenever I have to go out, I leave Fabrizio with Skylar.

When she starts working again, I’ll assign guards to her. Maybe Carlo and Antonio.

“Where are we going?” Vincenzo asks.

“Home.”

As he drives us back to the penthouse, I dial Dario’s number to check in with him.

“What’s up?” he answers.

“Nothing. Just wanted to check in with you.”

“No news yet. The moment the fucker pops up, you’ll be the first to know,” he says, sounding preoccupied.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No. I’m watching one of the ballerinas.”

My eyebrow raises, and the corner of my mouth lifts. “Watching or stalking?”

“Both.”

Letting out a chuckle, I can’t resist taunting him. “You gonna be her mystery man?”

It’s what Samantha called Franco when their relationship started.

“Nope, that’s Franco’s title.” He’s quiet for a moment, then says, “She knows I’m watching, and I think she loves it.”

“Hmm…sounds like you have the hots for her.”

“Watching her dance calms me,” he admits.

“You can do with some calmness in your life.” Vincenzo parks the car in the basement, and it has me saying, “I’ll talk to you later. Enjoy the show.”

“I will,” he chuckles.

Ending the call, I tuck the device back into my pocket before I climb out of the Bentley.

I give Fabrizio a chin lift as I press the button to call the elevator, and stepping inside, I press the keycard to the pad.

I need to have one made for Skylar.

When the doors slide open, and I walk into the penthouse, the aroma of Skylar’s cooking fills the air.

“Something smells good,” I say as I enter the kitchen.

“I’m trying something new. It’s Asian with a little special touch.”

Taking the chance, I ask, “Why don’t you open your own restaurant?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start. I’m not a businesswoman. I just want to be a chef and not worry about the ins and outs of running a restaurant.”

“I’ll employ people to run it for you,” I offer.

Her eyes dart to me. “You already have a lot on your plate.”

I shrug as I lean against the island and cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t mind, amo. I think it’s a great idea. You’ll call the shots and won’t have to report to anyone. It will give you the freedom to create the menu.”

She switches off the stove and focuses all her attention on me. “That sounds like a dream.”

“Let’s do it.” I push away from the island, and wrapping my arms around her, I press a kiss to her mouth. “Let’s open another restaurant.”

“I get to pick the name,” she chuckles as she flattens her hands against my chest.

“Okay.”

“I want an Asian restaurant.”

The corner of my mouth lifts. “Okay.”

“Can I choose how to decorate it?” she asks, giving me a seductive look that has my cock hardening at the speed of light.

“Yes,” I agree. “Whatever you want, amo.”

Lifting her eyebrow, she asks, “Whatever I want?”

I nod as I lean down to press a kiss to her mouth.

When I lift my head, she says, “I want you.”

Those three words. Christ, I love hearing them.

I’m just about to pick her up so I can carry her sexy ass to the bedroom, where the condoms are, when I remember she has an implant.

Claiming her mouth with a hard kiss, I grab hold of her hips and lift her to sit on the island.

Knowing I can take my woman bare, I rip her panties off.

While I remove my Glock and set it down beside Skylar, she makes quick work of my belt and zipper. When her fingers wrap around my aching cock, I groan into her mouth.

Stepping closer, I take over and position myself at her entrance. Her hands grip my ass, and when I thrust into her, the pleasure is instant and fucking overwhelming.

Lifting my hand to the back of her neck, I devour her mouth as I begin to fuck her.

Each thrust has the pleasure between us building, making me lose my mind with a need for more.

I want everything she has to offer.

Breaking the kiss, I grab hold of her hips so I can keep her in place as I fuck her even harder.

“Renzo,” she moans, her fingers digging into my ass.

I watch as ecstasy tightens her features, and once again, I fall in love with her.

When my orgasm hits, and I fill her, I feel so fucking close to her, nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.

As my cock jerks inside her and I ride out the last of my pleasure, I claim her mouth again. I kiss her with all the love I feel for her.

I don’t stop thrusting into her, loving the feel of us joined together. It doesn’t take long before her moans spill into my mouth, and this time, I take it slow as I make love to her.

I drag down the zipper of her dress, and breaking the kiss, I pull the fabric over her head. I get rid of her bra, and pushing her back until she’s lying down on the granite top, I cover her breasts with my hands.

With my woman spread out before me, I touch every visible inch of her body before I drag the tip of my finger over the length of the surgery scar on her side.

The anger I used to feel whenever I thought about the kidney transplant is gone, and in its place is thankfulness.

Something good came from it all. Giulio gave me Skylar.

Thank you, brother.

Skylar notices the emotion on my face, and sitting up, she wraps her arms around me and holds me to her.

I bury my face in her hair, and crush her to me as I bring us closer to our orgasms. When our pleasure hits simultaneously, we’re both overcome with emotions and clinging to each other.

“I love you,” I whisper. “With everything I am.”

She brings her hands to the sides of my jaw and presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “I love you, Renzo.”