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“Tell her to know me is to love me.”
    “You’re a real funny guy,” Marietta chuckled. “It’ll take time. My sister is very loyal to her husband and the family. She thinks you want to hurt us.”
    “And you aren’t loyal?” Armando asked.
    “Oh trust me, I’m one hundred percent loyal to Lorenzo. He just doesn’t try to control me. I can do and think what I want.”
    “Interesting.” Armand said.
    “Besides, I think you deserve a second chance.”
    “It’s possible I don’t,” he told her.
    “True. Anything is possible I suppose. Why say that to me?” she frowned.
    “I’m not perfect, Marietta. None of us are. I just want a chance to know my sisters. A lot has changed in the past two years.” Armando said.
    “It has. I won’t be able to meet with you for dinner like we discussed. Like I told you, Lorenzo is back. I need to tell him that we’ve gotten closer,” Marietta sighed.
    “Are you sure that’s wise? He hates me more than Gio,” Armando chuckled.
    “It’s not funny. I’m sick of the fighting.” Marietta said. “Well all need to get past it.”
    “Forgive me. Lorenzo and I meet frequently. I think he and I will come to terms soon,” Armando said.
    “I have to go. I’ll call you when I can,” Marietta said.
    “I look forward to it. Ciao, bella ,” Armando said and ended the call. Marietta dropped the phone on the receiver. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slow. She couldn’t believe how nervous and excited she was to see Lorenzo. When Leo told her the men were back she hurried and changed. Three long weeks with her beloved absent had left her bored out of her mind. She hated the separation between them because of their competing schedules. Three damn weeks was the final straw.
    “Non me ne frega un cazzo!” Lorenzo bellowed and received a roar of laughter as applause. Marietta peeked out at the gathering. Lorenzo sat at the table with an empty plate. The others fed and stuffed their mouths as they listened to Lorenzo and Carlo bicker over who the best player in some sport was. It was Carlo who saw her first. Their eyes met, and once again she felt that flutter she hated. It stirred at the pit of her stomach and spread like a wildfire through her gut. She stepped from her hiding place and his gaze lingered on her face. There were several questions in his eyes. How was she? Did she think of him when he was away? Did she ever think of him at all? Marietta broke her gaze away from him when his piercing gaze slowly descended down the curves of her sunshine yellow summer dress.
    Lorenzo looked behind him and saw her. His warm smile pushed all thoughts of Carlo aside. He was home! She gave him one in return.
    “Cara mia!” he extended his hand.
    She walked over to her husband and leaned to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned up his chin and offered his mouth. His tongue flicked up and beckoned hers in. The kiss became inappropriate, and the smell of him left her rubbing her thighs together discreetly to calm the heat spreading up into her pussy. How many times had she sniffed his bottle of aftershave at night because she missed him so much?
    He hooked his arm around her waist and brought her in close to him. Immediately he buried his face between her breasts and shook his head. She loved it! Tickled, she hugged his head and laughed, as several of his men looked away out of respect. Carlo did not. His gaze was unwavering and Marietta felt it strongly. She pushed Lorenzo’s face up and cupped it in her hands. Her man was home. It was time to celebrate.
    “I’m so glad my bad boy is home. I’ve missed you, sweet baby,” she kissed him again but drew back before he turned the kiss into something obscene.
    He squeezed her ass and bit down on his bottom lip. “Mmph! I have missed you, bambina !” He stared at her breasts with such hunger and lust she felt her nipples peak.
    “Behave,” she brought his face up once more. “Are you hungry?” she asked him.
    Lorenzo nodded. She