Una rosa e la sua spina.

A rose and its thorn.

Maybe it wasn't the most poetic thing I'd thought about but maybe it was. It was the only thing that popped up in my mind as I watched Fiore and Gianni walk around at the VIP lounge.

We missed our flight so we had to book another -and wait for two hours.

They were the most beautiful creatures I had ever set my eyes on. Gianni chuckled at something she said and shrugged his leather jacket off, draping it on her shoulders, over the cardigan she was wearing before he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled, hiding her face in her hands.

"Adorable" the words left my lips even before I could think about them and like she heard me, she turned to with a smile and pointed at herself as if to ask 'Me?'.

For some reason, I was a lot more satisfied watching her and Gianni hold each other.

Gianni turned to me and pulled her in my direction. I leaned back and crossed my arms against my chest.

"Did you call me?" She dropped on my thigh and resting her chin on my chest, cupping my cheek like we weren't in a public space.

But when did that ever matter?

"No. But you're here anyways" I kissed her nose and she smiled sweetly. Her smile always made me feel like I was on a rollercoaster. Round-and-round. Nonstop.

She fiddled with the collar of my turtleneck and I raised a brow, holding her close. I knew she wanted something.

"Is there something you want, Fiore?" I patted her ass lightly and she nipped on her bottom lip as she nodded shyly, making me chuckle.

I wasn't sure I could get over how adorable she was.

"Ice cream" she whispered, glancing at Gianni to make sure he didn't hear and I laughed.

"Not right now, darling. It's cold here" I explained and she pouted, pulling away. She stood up and cleared her throat, refusing to meet my eyes.

I smiled.

"I want it. I'll get it...myself" she mumbled and stomped off to the bar. My eyes followed her as her hips swayed even under the shield of the oversized leather jacket.

"She's so fucking spoiled and you can only blame it on yourself" Gianni whispered next to me, rummaging through his pockets -probably to give Fiore the money she forgot she was going to need to buy ice cream- and I turned to him.
My lips turned up in a smirk as he raised a brow at me, silently asking 'what's it?'

I gripped his chin, digging my fingers into the sides of his cheek.

"You're just as spoiled, darling." I smirked and he gulped audibly, his dark eyes falling slowly to my lips.

I moved my hand to his lips and ran my thumb along his bottom lip. I slipped my hand down this neck

"Kiss me" he whispered in a tone that was uncharacteristic of him. He was begging. Oh, I loved it. Listening to desperation in his voice.

"Go on" I pulled back and nudged my chin in the direction Fiore was. Gianni took a moment to obviously clear his head

"Fuck you" he grunted and stood up, walking off with a frown on his face and his jaws clenched. I chuckled and pulled out a novel from the pocket of my overcoat.

A polaroid picture of Fiore and Gianni served as the bookmark. Vince got her the camera when she wouldn't stop sulking around the house and now, she wouldn't stop taking pictures of everything.

"It was like turning tides, burning hotter and hotter against her skin -his lips. Magnolia's nails dug into the wall, she was sure she broke a nail as Brent's cock slammed in and out of her. Her toes were barely touching the floor as he held her close like he couldn't have enough.
"Scream" his tone made her legs shake even more.
"Scream for me, Nolia" She felt like an active volcano, brimming with the strong hunger to come apart in his hands.
"Let me know how good I make you feel"
She couldn't scream. She was ashamed but she couldn't stop. Hailey was just a few doors down.
The man was like meth. He was driving her insane.
The evidence of his biting and suckling, laid on her slender neck and collarbone.
Her orange tube dress was bunched just above her waist and below her breasts while her dreadlocks were in a messy bun on her head, a loc falling out of its confines with every thrust.
He nipped on her earlobe, grunts full of desperation. His hands dig into her thigh and her side.
Brent couldn't believe the thrill running through him. He didn't want to stop. Like the first time it happened, he didn't want to let go of his daughter's nanny.
"I love you, Nolia"

"Fucking idiot. She apologized, si?" The sound of Gianni's voice made me look away from the book and I frowned, walking towards him.
He stood in front of some other man, his eyes burning paths to hell while our little flower stood behind him, clinging to his shirt.

The unknown male chuckled sardonically, obviously unmoved by the anger in Gianni's eyes.

"I don't want her damn apology. I want her to clean me up" he spat and I clenched my jaw but took in a deep breath regardless.

"Questa cagna" Gianni whispered, staring up at the ceiling. His bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth and my mind deviated from the anger I was feeling for a few seconds.

"Hey babydoll, come here" the male whistled at Fiore who frowned, seemingly unpleased. My fingers dug into my palm as I fought back the urge to grab the idiot by the collar.

Snapping my fingers, they turned to me.
Fiore smiled and just as she was about to rush towards me, the man grabbed her wrist.

Before Gianni or I could spring into action, he was on the floor with Fiore pouting at her hand.

"Don't touch me like that" she mumbled sweetly like she didn't just punch him like he was a brick wall.

"Oh...oh that was hot as fuck" Gianni chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and she giggled, turning to me with wide eyes, waiting for something.
Anything.

She was too adorable.

I chuckled and walked towards them, patting her head lightly.

"That was good, baby."

"Vince taught me. He said to punch the nose or the eyes" she sounded so excited for her first attempt at violence. I hoped Gianni and Vince weren't rubbing off on her.

"Did he teach you any more? You can show those moves to me...later?" Gianni kissed her neck and she smile, nodding and I scoffed, pulling her out of his hold.

She clung to my arm and as we walked back to our seats, she tugged on my sleeve.

"Yes, Fiore?"

"I want ice cream" she whispered again and I sighed, looking at her as she rested her head against my arm, fluttering her lashes.

"No" Gianni grunted next to her and she groaned, stomping her feet on the floor as she let go of my hand.

"You should listen to Gianni, Fiore" I shrugged and she looked at me like I betrayed her.

"You just had a whole bottle of grape juice, angel. A whole ass bottle -undiluted!" Gianni three his hands into the air and she shuffled her feet lightly, staring down at them.

I sighed and glanced at Gianni whose lips parted as he frowned.

"I can't believe this. She'd had too much sugar. You're gonna be the one responsible for her when she gets that damn sugar rush"
Gianni raised a brow at me.

"I only had juice in the morning and daddy said it was okay to have it like that" she argued feebly, still staring down at her feet and I sighed, brushing my fingers through my hair.

"Gianni is right, darling. No sugar for you till I say so. Si?" She didn't answer and I tilted my head at her, raising a brow.

"Sono chiaro?"

"Yes, sir" She mumbled, sitting down in the space where I used to sit. Gianni sat down next to her and he turned away from him.

His attempts at talking to her failed...well, until he handed her his wallet. There was no way he was getting the contents of that wallet back.

All three of us knew it.

☕️
Y'all just keep enjoying these erotic mini-stories. This mini story is an excerpt from my new book -Magnolia...but I haven't written this part yet.
As promised, here's the first update for the week. I'll put up the second update in a few days.
Oh! And I'm not sure if I've answered this 'popular' question before. [How does Wura understand when they speak Italian?]
She's been with them long enough to understand bits and pieces or words that they constantly use. 😪
Ive also stated it before -I use google translate for the language I'm not familiar with. Thank you!
Enjoy, babies.
-Aduke🤡