Ferrara Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Forbidden, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
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“We leave.” He puts his hand up for the bill and the waiter nods and disappears to get it.

I pick up my cocktail and down it in one go. I’m flustered, I’m half drunk…okay, maybe three quarters drunk, and now, I’m scared to death.

Definitely too young to die.

“What happens if someone sees us?” I whisper.

“Then we’re fucked.”

“Define fucked?”

“Dead duck.”

My eyes widen. “Dead duck fucked?”

He smirks, then breaks into a smile, before throwing his head back and laughing out loud.

“This isn’t funny,” I whisper as I kick him under the table.

“Dead duck fucked is pretty funny.”

“Will you be serious?” I stammer.

The waiter arrives with the bill and I go to grab my purse, Giuliano holds up his hand in a stop signal and passes his card over.

My eyes flick out the front doors to the street, are they out there waiting for us?

I get a vision of men with guns and bundling us into a car trunk and driving us to a deserted place.

Would they rape me before they kill me?

God….

Adrenaline really begins to hammer hard, I can feel my pulse in my ears as fear takes me over.

“There you go.” The waiter smiles as he calmly hands Giuliano’s card back to him. “Have a nice night.”

“Thank you.” Giuliano stands and pulls out my chair and takes my hand in his. “Let’s go.” We walk through the restaurant. “Keep your head down,” he whispers as we head out the front doors.

What?

I drop my head.

Oh no, he thinks they’re here.

He leads me out into the street, the pavement is crowded with people.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“What?”

He gestures up ahead with his chin; two police are walking toward us, they’re deep in conversation with each other.

“They can’t see us,” he says as he pulls me into an alley between two shops.

“Why not?” I stammer in a panic as he pulls me along at speed.

“Because they’re on Lombardi’s fucking payroll.”

My eyes snap around the alley, it’s dark with no way out. “What do we do?”

He looks around quickly and then pushes me up against the wall. “Sorry.” His lips take mine.

“What are you doing?” I try to pull away from him.

“Kissing you so they can’t see our faces.”

Ahh.

He holds my face in his hands as he kisses me, his tongue taking no prisoners as he pins me to the wall.

My eyes close involuntarily and I know this isn’t real.

But…. Oh.

The way he kisses.

I feel it all the way to my toes.

He kisses me again and this time I have no resistance, I kiss him back.

My hands go to his hips as goose bumps scatter up my spine. Our kiss deepens and the air between us becomes electrified, our breathing labored as we struggle for control.

His eyes flutter closed and when they open again, I see him.

The man I used to love, the one that loved me back.

He’s still in there.

9

Francesca

His lips drop to my neck and his teeth trail up to my jaw as his hands go to my behind and pull me onto his hard cock.

Oh….

Then it snaps, all control.

We kiss like our lives depend on it, hungry and wanting. A million forbidden feelings coming to fruition.

The man I can’t have.

I pull out of the kiss and I drop my head.

We stand in the darkness, our foreheads touching as we pant, struggling for air.

Silence hanging between us.

Lost in regret at what we both know we can’t have…at what we shouldn’t have done.

I’m a bad person.

“I think they’re gone,” he finally says.

I nod, unable to push any words past my lips, because no matter what I say, it will be wrong.

He takes my hand and leads me back out to the street and we turn the corner to see the black Mercedes wagon waiting for us, he opens the door and I get into the back seat, he slides in behind me. The car pulls out into the traffic and I stare out the window in a state of shock.

What the hell just happened?

“We can’t go back to your hotel tonight,” he says, monotone.

I nod, my gaze still fixed out the window, my body still tingling from his forbidden touch.

“If you need anything I’ll have someone pick it up from a store for you. It’s too risky to check out of your hotel tonight, it will only bring attention,” he murmurs.

“Okay,” I whisper.

My phone rings in my bag and I dig it out and read the caller’s name.

Marcel

My heart drops and I glance over to see Giuliano read the name on my screen too. His eyes return out to the traffic as it whizzes by, he seems angry or pensive, or…I don’t even know.

Fucking hell, this is one big disaster, I switch my phone on silent and put it into my purse. I’ll call Marcel back later.

This is messed up.

We drive in awkward silence and I know that we were just pretending to kiss and I know that it didn’t mean anything. I run my fingers over my lips that are still tingling, my skin still burns from his dark stubble.


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