Chapter 7

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Shortly after Vescovi let me leave to go find Josh, everything was so much closer now. The people were closer, so were the doors, and I was much more aware of things.

"Joshua," I whispered, running up to him, and hugging the life out of him.

"Hey, sis." He muttered back, his arms moving around me tightly.

I pulled back to look at him, and fought back the tears. "You're okay." I stated, smiling as I rubbed my thumbs over his cheeks. He smiled back sadly and nodded, looking behind me.

"Of course I am. How are you?" He looked at my face and I smiled. "I'm so sorry about all of this. I know you don't deserve it, and you had nothing to do with it, and now you're the main target an-"

"Hey," I interrupted his ranting and moved over to the side where the bar was to prevent people from crashing into us. "I know, it sucks, but the point is, it happened, and we can't go back, only now and the future." I paused as a couple passed and brushed right up against us. "I swear, it's like they want to feel us up." I pressed myself closer to the bar as a young man came up.

"Would you guys like a drink?" He asked us, eyeing the ring on my finger, and I immediately brought my hand down to my lap.

"Margarita, please." I ordered but Josh shook his head. I waisted for the bartender to leave before finally speaking. "Vescovi told me about the deal he made with you."

"Deal he made with me?" He scoffed, "there was no deal made, but he did it anyway." He grunted and shook his head, taking my hands in his. "There really is no way out, is there?" He rhetorically questioned, but I shook my head anyways.

"Thank you." I told the young man and took my drink in my hand. "Listen," I got Josh's attention, "I don't really know what this is, or what it means, but I do know that they are serious people, an-"

"It's better off this way." Josh interrupted, smiling sadly. "Vescovi can protect you, he can keep you from the dangers, now more than ever since you will become his wife. That's something I can't do for you, Ayva. It won't matter how hard I try, I will never be able to offer you at least half of the security he will." He sighed, looking around the room again.

"What are you saying?" I tried to understand him.

"I'm saying that I will now be working with Vescovi." His face soured at the mere mention of it, but I didn't see any other solution, unless I wanted to die. I didn't say anything, but downed my drink as Josh left the seat, and walked away to find Vescovi. The young bartender returned and took my glass for a refill, and I gave him a grateful smile.

It was true what Joshua had said. It didn't matter how hard he could try, he wouldn't be able to achieve the amount of fear that almost everybody had for Vescovi. More so if I became his wife, or correction, when I became his wife. I felt my body shiver with the lone thought of becoming his wife. It didn't last long since an older man came to sit in the seat that Josh had been previously sitting in.

"This seat taken, beautiful?" His breath reeked of alcohol, and I moved back a bit.

Forcing a kind smile, I turned to the bartender as he gave me my margarita. "It is now." I murmured, taking a sip of my alcohol.

"A small thing like yourself shouldn't be drinking such alcohol so fast, you could get drunk." He neared me and I cleared my throat, moving back, my level of comfort now falling as he placed his clammy hand on my arm.

I moved farther back and finished my drink quickly before placing the empty glass on the counter. "Sir, please, I like my personal space." I slipped out of his grip and off my seat as the bartender stared warily at me and the older man.

"Come on, pretty lady, we can just leave to one of the rooms back, I can pay you for your time." He stood up and blocked my way. For an older man, he had quite a physique. Tall and buff, but nothing I couldn't handle.

"Sir, if you could back off, the lady said no and wh-" the young man behind the bar looked nervous as he tried to prevent the older man from grabbing at me.

"Why don't you just shut up and do your fucki-"

"No need for that." I said through my gritted teeth. This man could say whatever he wanted to me, but not to the poor, young man that just tried to defend me. "As he said, I said no, and I would like you to back o-"

"Listen here, miss," his hand gripped my arm harshly now. "I don't know who you think you are," his eyes raked my chest and I scowled, pulling back. "But if there's one thing you should know is that I don't beg, so now, will we do this the easy way, or the hard way?" He snapped, his stare silently warning me of my answer.

I felt myself be pulled back and a familiar arm around my waist. "Let go of my fiancée." Vescovi's low voice warned the man and the man instantly let go of my now red flesh. "If theres one thing you should know," Vescovi mocked the man's phrase, "is that I don't give second chances." He said as Linia and Silvano appeared from behind the man and directed him out. I let out a sigh of relief and turned around to meet Vescovi, but he was staring angrily at me. "I told you, if you are in danger, use your fucking gun." He repeated frustrated, his hand reached down to touch my thigh. "It's there for a reason."

"I didn't want to cause a scene." I huffed out, prying his hand off of my thigh. "Don't be so rude."

"So if I hadn't gotten here in time, you would've left back there with him just to, 'not cause a scene.'" He narrowed his eyes, moving us over to a corner where people weren't pressing up against us.

"What?" I I frowned, "of course not, I would've looked for Linia or Silvano, even Jos-"

"What about me?" He scowled, his face nearing mine and I saw his jaw clench as his eyes darkened a bit from anger. "I'm your fucking fiancé, this was the point of you marrying me, so that I can protect you." He hissed quietly, trying to lower his voice so that the guests wouldn't hear.

I'm sure that if they turned to look at us, they would probably see a couple against a wall, in each other's arms, only thing was, we weren't in each other's arms. Vescovi's hand gripped my hip while his other one encased me against the wall. One of my hands were on his arm and the other pressed against his chest to keep him from coming any closer.

"No," I corrected him. "The point of this is so that you can get the information you need from Josh, and so no one dares try to steal me from you. I'm like a puppet in this, only moving by the strings that you are controlling." I hissed back.

"Dammit Ayva," he growled and stepped back, away from me. "We're leaving." He stated, pushing me forward so that I could walk in front. I pushed myself off the wall and walked past him, slightly wobbly. I wasn't sure if it was because of the fact that I had been drinking or if his proximity made me nervous. Probably both. I ignored the grunt Vescovi gave when were standing, waiting for the elevator and I stumbled slightly. I reached for the wall and casually leaned back against it.

"I'm tired and these heels aren't helping." I lied, ignoring his glance that held the slightest bit of amusement. We entered the empty elevator, and I instantly grabbed onto the railings so that I wouldn't end up falling, but failed as I stumbled to the side a bit.

"How many did you have?" He questioned as he bent down to throw me over his shoulder.

"Vescovi!" I snapped, smacking his back, "let me down, I haven't had any, I'm just very-"

"Carson." He muttered while walking out of the elevator.

"Carson?" I asked, confused. "No, I'm not carson, what does that even mean?" I frowned as we entered our bedroom. "I'm tired." I explained, huffing as he set me down on the bed and kneeled down to unhook the straps on my heels. "It's also the heels." I insisted as he slipped one off and moved to the next one. He scoffed before lifting my dress. "Hey," I called out as his warms hands touched around my thighs. "I'll admit," I said as he removed the gun and snapped off the garter. "I'm tipsy, but not drunk."

"Carson is my name." He said, ignoring everything I had just said.

I stared down at him. I could his straight nose lead down to his red lips. I could still feel his warm hands on my thighs, and I let my gut decide. Closing my eyes, I leaned down to him and placed my lips over his. Everything was still, my breathing, his lips, everything, but it didn't last long when he kissed back. I leaned down to him and parted my lips a bit to taste him more. I had to admit, his smell and taste were intoxicating.

I reached to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, falling back down on the bed. His soft lips tasted every corner of mine and trailed down lower as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. I could feel his rough hands grip my thighs and push my red dress higher and higher until it was off of my body and on the ground beside us. I finally unbuttoned all of his buttons and pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders. He stopped touching me to slide it off and then took off his belt, tossing it to the pile of clothes that was accumulating on the ground beside us. I ran my hands down his hard chest and pulled him towards my lips to taste him again.

His hands parted my legs in order to fit his hips in between. I felt his bare body, save for his boxers, and his warmth surround me in all ways that could cause pleasure. His lips trailed lower and lower, erupting sighs from my lips as I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair and pressed my lower body onto his. I needed to find some kind of release, and he wasn't giving it to me. I felt my bra unhook and the cool air hit my nipples, but his mouth covered them. I moaned under his touch as he pressed his hips against my own, rubbing onto me.

His hand reached lower to cup my womanhood and I arched my back, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with me. His hand moved slowly as he slid my red panties off me and I moaned when his hand found it's way back to my pleasuring. I reached down with my other hand to cup him as well but he caught it in time, and raised it above me. Grabbing both hands, he held them above my head while he entered me. I squirmed against him and winced, he was way much bigger than I had expected, and I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.

He slowly inched his way in me before thrusting. I looked up at him to find his face near mine, his eyes closed as he focused on giving us both pleasure. His face was perfectly chiseled. Straight nose, sharp cheekbones, defined jawline. His full lips complemented his full green eyes, his muscular body that screamed masculinity, he was handsome, alright.

I tried to free my hands and got one free as I held onto his arm that he was using to hold himself up so he wouldn't crash down to me. I felt his hot length leave me before entering again and again, leaving a trail of undeniable pleasure ripple in waves through me. I couldn't help but moan when warmth gathered around my body. I could feel my insides tighten up around his large member as I came. It didn't take long as Carson spilled his warmth in me.

Grunting, he thrusted in deeper, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. No doubt we were both exhausted as he pulled out from inside of me. We didn't say anything, but merely tried to regain our breaths while my body went back to it's normal temperature. I could feel myself closing my eyes with tiredness from the events today. I was definitely ready to rest, and the dark room lulled me to the sleep I wanted really badly.

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