[A/N: I'm not gonna put a name banner on this chapter so, after reading the first paragraph, guess whose POV this is in, yeah?😂]

We gave her some space to dress up even if it was the last thing I wanted. I tucked her in, pulling the sheets up with the fear that she could possibly get cold at night. Her eyes were closed as she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was like a lovely dandelion in laying in the midst of plain green grass. An enigma with her skin like dark chocolate, long lashes and her divine body.

I smiled at her sleeping form, thinking about how her lashes fluttered as she came or how loud she screamed as she came.

[A/N; Already guessed who?]

I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger and made a metal note to call for a hair salon.
Her full and delicious lips parted slightly and soft snores left her lips. I chuckled to myself as I sat by the side of her bed.

Gianni laid on the couch in fiore's room, staring at the ceiling. I asked myself if I really wanted to do this -get into another relationship.

"I'm sorry" Gianni called and I frowned, not looking away from Wura. She sighed, inhaling and exhaling. I tapped my fingers against my thigh to her rhythmic breathing.

"I know you can hear me, Tino. I'm sorry" he called again and I chuckled, shaking my head. I knew this fight would get messy. Waking the delicate flower was the last thing I wanted to do especially when she'd had such a long night.

"What exactly are you apologizing for?" She was ethereal. How could one person harbor so much beauty and innocence?

"Look at me...please? I'm trying to make things right for this to work. It can't work if you're still pissed" I turned to him and he was now sitting with his fingers entwined and sitting under his jaw.

"Not that I'm trying to be...what's the word..." I clicked my tongue, thinking about a less brutal word to use. I cared about his feelings. I did. I really cared.

"...vindictive but you stayed angry for four years, Gianni. You shouldn't be the one pointing fingers" I raised a brow at him, warning him silently. He nodded and cleared his throat.

"I know. I was hurt and I felt betrayed" he explained and I sighed, pulling away from Fiore. I combed my fingers through my hair and shook my head.

"Let's talk in your room. I'm not about to wake her up" I stood up, walking to the door. My heart was thudding at the possibilities of things that could happen with Gianni.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He laughed behind me and shut the door to her room as carefully as possible while I opened his door. I pushed it open for him to walk in first.

"Ladies first" I smirked, and he gave me a mere side glance before he chuckled. His bed had grey cotton sheets. A large black leather sofa. I shut the door and made myself comfortable on the couch before patting my thigh.

Gianni raised a brow and crossed his arms against his chest. He looked even sexier. The insufficient lighting in the room wasn't helping my case.

"Come on. Don't be scared" I chuckled, placing my arms on the top of the chair, spreading my legs. Gianni sighed and walked towards me but he made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch.

"Okay. Your apology?" I tilted my head at him, my gaze stopped on his lips for a few seconds too long. Did he still have her juicy essence on his tongue?

"Stop looking at me like that" he warned in a deep and strong voice that made me grow even harder. This wasn't the plan but I wasn't complaining.

"Like what?" I teased, leaning into him. I could feel his warm breath on my lips.

"Like what, Gianni? Like I wanna fuck you?" I whispered and he sighed, kissing my lips unexpectedly. His fingers tangled in my hair and his tongue ran in between my lips and then over my tongue.

His hands ran over my arms and I shivered unconsciously. Those thick hands moved to my thighs, gripping hard.

"Fuck" I whispered against his lips. I felt him smirk.

"Is this enough of an apology?" He whispered in a strong voice that had me grinning in response. His eyes had turned darker under the effect of heavy lust. I could almost smell the lust and desire off his tattooed skin.

"Barely. But if it's forgiveness you're looking for..." I trailed off, inhaling at the thoughts of the numerous possibilities that I had in my head. Tying him to the bed posts and fucking him till he could barely walk. Fucking him against the wall, gripping his hands as I thrust hard into him.

However, those weren't the best ideas I had. The better ideas had the little flower in them.

I grinned to myself as I thought of Gianni making sweet love to her while she took my cock in her sweet warm mouth. I'd run my hands over the spine of her back and thrust my cock deeper into her mouth while Gianni fucked her and gripped her ass.

God! That was such a sweet thought.

"I guess we'll just have to see, Sweetheart" I grinned and I pulled him into my hold. He laughed and tugged his shirt off, showing those tattoos that made him look as intimidating as he wanted -to other people.

My cock sprung to life at the sight of his body. His taut nipples. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close.

"How did you manage get the little flower in your dirty grasp?" I asked and he froze because he clearly wasn't expecting the question.

Gianni was involved in many bad things. The black market, the dark web, many bad things and I hoped he didn't take her though that.

"Can we not ta-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Gianni. Don't" I growled, already angry at the possibility that she had been involved in one of Gianni's dirty business.

He sighed and ran his tongue over his lower lip before he tilted his head to the side, a loud crack sound filled the room and he inhaled again.

"Her brother offered her as payment for his debt" he cleared his throat nervously and I shut my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"What?" I growled and he sighed, pulling me close and running his fingers through my hair in an attempt to calm me down and he succeeded.

"We're just lucky that we got her...not anyone else who could possibly hurt her. We can talk about it tomorrow. Okay?" He cooed like I was a baby and I hummed before clearing my throat.

"We're taking her on a date tomorrow. Clear out your schedule" I smacked his ass hard and he cursed me under his breath, making me laugh.

Wura was good for us. I hoped we were good for her.

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