37. The Betrayer Revealed
After the FBI agents left, Christian and Gianna followed soon after.
My father looked at me pointedly, then he looked at Rosie.
“Is Rosie staying with you tonight then?” he asked.
I let out a heavy sigh.
“Yes father she is,” I stated, glaring at him. Daring him to argue the point.
He just nodded, and headed towards the door.
“I’ll see you both in the morning. Gianna will come here first thing, she has arranged matching dresses for Rosie and Emma, ready for the switch.”
I sighed and nodded.
I wasn’t happy about it, but unless I could come up with an alternative plan by morning, there wasn’t a great deal I could do.
As soon as my father left, Rosie headed towards the bedroom.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way the shorts hugged her sweet little arse. Her midriff, just showing enough flesh to be tempting, and her breasts, struggling to escape from the tight fitting top that she wore.
Just before she reached the door way, I called out to her.
She spun on her heel and smiled. She might be innocent to a point, but she knew exactly how she made me feel, and right now she was being a tease.
She stared at me and bit her bottom lip, her face slightly flushed.
Damn if that didn’t make her look even more innocent.
I licked my lips and walked towards her.
“I’ve warned you about doing that once before,” I chided gently.
I brushed the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it away from her teeth. I left it there momentarily before I gently ran it across her bottom lip.
She looked up at me, and blinked innocently.
I wrapped my arms around her, my hands palming her rounded little arse through the material of the shorts she was wearing. There was barely anything of them.
“You think you can look at me like that without any consequences, my little Rosie?”
She swallowed nervously.
I gently caressed her cheek with my hand, before pulling her closer to me. Then my lips smashed against hers roughly, as I devoured her lips. She let out a little gasp, which gave me the opportunity to press my advantage. My tongue darted into her mouth, quickly dominating her own. Exploring every crevice of her mouth. I could never get enough of the taste of her.
But I wanted more, much more.
“Tonight, tesoro mio, you will be mine,” I warned.
As I lifted her up, she wrapped her tiny legs around my waist, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
She was ready for this, I was ready for this. We’d been forced to wait. I glanced at the clock, it was one am. I’d made a promise to my father. I had kept it. It was her birthday, she was eighteen now. There would be no more waiting.
I claimed her lips once more as I carried her through to the bedroom.
She squealed as I tossed her onto the bed.
I straddled her
“Happy birthday Rosie. Would you like your present now?” I smirked.
She smiled. That was the only invitation I needed.
I started to unbutton my shirt, when I heard a loud knock on the door.
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Che cazzo!” I growled. [What the fuck!]
Rosie bit her lip in an attempt to stifle a giggle.
I climbed off of her, and pointed at her.
“Stay there...Do no move,” I smirked.
Her mood was contagious.
I walked through to the sitting area and towards the door. Who the fuck would be knocking on my door at this time of night, or should I say morning.
I opened the door a crack.
“Damien? What the fuck!”
Damien rolled his eyes.
“Are you going to stand there cursing me, or are you going to let me in.”
I opened the door, and stepped back, allowing him in.
I hadn’t seen Damien in years. We’d been at university together. Afterwards we stayed in touch for a while, then he got a job with the secret service. I knew he was keeping tabs on us. Making sure we didn’t stray too far off the straight and narrow. Once in a while he would show up unannounced, but these days we had nothing to hide. I could only think this had something to do with Daniel. Why, was beyond me. The FBI were dealing with Daniel as an absconded felon. Also the fact that he’d tried to kill me and Rosie.
“What the hell are you doing here at this time of night?” I huffed.
I wasn’t displeased to see him. I was just annoyed at what he had interrupted.
“I’m here to save your pathetic little arse, and that of your pre-pubescent girlfriend.”
I narrowed my eyes. He must have been talking to the FBI, but they didn’t usually like to share information with their more clandestine counterparts.
“It’s fine,” I huffed, “The FBI...”
“The FBI are a bunch of jerks, who don’t know their arse from their elbow,” He countered, “you know that you have a mole in your house?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I figured that much when the helicopter went down.”
“The fuel line was cut.”
“How the hell did you know that?”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“It’s my job Vincent. Now pour me a drink, and we’ll get down to business.”
I nodded and grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of scotch.
I poured him a generous measure, then poured one for myself.
He held it up to the light, examining the colour.
“Don’t worry, Damien. It’s the good stuff.”
He smiled, and took a seat.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I sat down on the opposite couch.
“So, do you know who the mole is then?” I questioned.
He looked at me and nodded, before taking a swallow of his drink.
“Yes, but the question is, do you?”
“We think it was someone on the boat, maybe a staff member.”
Damien shook his head.
“perhaps you should look a little closer to home...”
I frowned, but before I could ask him what he meant, I heard my name being called.
“Vincent? You’ve been ages.”
Fuck, I completely forget about Rosie. How could I have done. I guess all this talk about moles and betrayal had been as good as a cold shower.
She stood at the bedroom door, leaning against the frame, biting her lip.
Still only dressed in her shorts and a cropped top.
I licked my lips.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart, come here,” I offered, holding my hand out to her.
She looked at Damien suspiciously, but walked towards where I was sitting.
When she was in reach, I grabbed hold of the hand, and pulled her onto my lap, and rested my hand on her bare thigh.
I glared at Damien when I saw the lustful look in his eye.
“So this is the little thing that has everyone so worked up. She’s a pretty little thing, I must admit.”
I pulled her into my chest, and brought my lips to her ear.
“This is Damien. He’s an arsehole, but he’s going to keep you safe.”
“Keep you both safe,” he countered, “You have two problems right now. One is that your brother doesn’t want you to have Rosie, and two the person he is working with, wants everything else you have, except for Rosie.”
“Damien your talking in riddles, please just tell it how it is.”
He pointedly looked at Rosie, then at me. Alluding to the fact that she may not want to hear what he had to say, or more to the point that I wouldn’t want her to hear it.
I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, before looking at Damien.
“We have no secrets, Damien. Anything you want to say, she can hear. Its her life that’s on the line, as well as mine.”
Damien nodded, and swallowed the last of his scotch.
He put the glass on to the table, and leaned forward.
“Your mole is none other than your sisters fiancée. Christian. We’ve been keeping tabs on him for a while. He’s been making dubious alliances for a while. Once he’s married to your sister, he’ll have his feet well and truly under the table, and with the alliances he’s made he’ll be ready to make a move on the Marchesi empire. Especially with you out the way.”
“Are you sure. Christian is like my broth...” I hesitated as the words left my mouth.
“A little bit too much like your brother. Daniel never wanted the Marchesi empire. Not when the business was almost entirely legal. Christian is no different in that respect. He doesn’t see the problem with human trafficking and drugs. Two men with similar ideals, the only thing standing in their way is you. Christian gets the empire, and Daniel gets...”
He stared at Rosie. He didn’t need to complete the sentence, I knew exactly what he was getting at.
I felt Rosie tremble. She knew what he was getting at too.
I cupped her face in my hand, and looked her in the eye.
“It’s not going to happen Rosie. I promise you, whatever happens, he won’t get his filthy paws on you. Your mine, you’ll always be mine. Do you understand.”
She nodded, and I pulled her into my chest in a warm embrace. Then I looked at Damien.
“So what do we do?”