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Forty-three

[ 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎! ]

Alesso

While Ava spoke with my brother on the other side of the table I looked out the window, trying to hide the fact that I was eavesdropping on their conversation. When the three words left her lips I snapped my eyes to her. I love you. I wondered if my brother had said them back and if this was their first time. Judging by her pink cheeks and soft smile I guessed that it was not.

I never thought that my brother, the Don, the man I thought would never be able to feel anything for anyone, could utter those words to anyone else but our beloved mother.

Up until a couple of months ago, James had not only been known for his feared title but also as the most popular and wanted womanizer all around the globe. Because of his success in the business world, his name had spread like a wildfire in people's mouths. My brother enjoyed the attention, to a certain extent.

His view on relationships and women had changed, as a product of Ava entering our lives. James was very faithful to her, which actually made me surprised. A woman had never been able to keep his interest for longer than a day. I didn't have much to say though, I was the same.

I couldn't help but think if it was Ava's young age and petite body that held his interest. The way he looked at her proved that it was much more than that. I was happy for my brother, for both of them, but couldn't help to sense a hint of jealousy deep down.

I can admit that my attitude towards Ava had changed during these couple of weeks. When I first saw her I felt allured with her obvious beauty. I mean, I still didn't think that she was a good fit for my brother. The last thing he needed was a distraction. But I don't think that now. I figured out soon enough that it was impossible to not take a liking to her. Nonetheless, develop feelings. 

She ended the call and gave back my phone. She offered me a soft smile, to which I returned.

"He will meet us at home." She said, sounding relieved.

She worries too much. She had known for a month now that James is involved with the mafia, but sometimes I think she forgets how much power her boyfriend actually has. And strength. Both mental and physical. Not even our mother is worried right now.

"Sounds good."

She breathed out and crossed her leg over the other. Her dress rode up, apparently without her knowledge as she continued gazing out the window. My eyes dropped down automatically to where her black underwear was showing. When I realized where I was looking I quickly diverted my eyes elsewhere. Perhaps I should have told her, but wouldn't that embarrass her? All I had to do was to distract myself from looking.

But the more I tried to forget about it, the more the image of her clothed center showed up in my mind, reminding me over and over that the attractive woman in front of me had what I had imagined for days what it would feel like, on show.

My jaw clenched and I shifted in my seat, trying to escape the growing hard-on that was coming to life. What the hell is wrong with me? Niccó would fucking kill me if he knew that I was fantasizing about his girlfriend. When ten minutes had gone by, and my dick still wouldn't give it up I had no other choice than to fuck her.