Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 881 : A Long Night

*Leo*

“Yes,” I replied confidently.

Before she could respond, I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. I leaned hard into the kiss, wanting her to feel the importance of the moment. Despite the storm cloud hovering over our heads amidst our fighting, we had just told each other we loved one another. It was a big moment.

I had known that I loved her, but I hadn’t been expecting her to feel the same. In that moment, I had wanted to forget everything negative between us. I only wanted to melt into her and feel her next to me.

Unexpectedly, the kiss had grown with passion. Our tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths. However, before anything else could grow, Bianca pulled back slightly.

“It’s late, Leo,” she whispered. “I’m tired and I’m kind of sore still from the other night. I just want to be able to enjoy it without feeling sore, you know?”

She pulled the blankets over her as she leaned away from me. It hadn’t been disappointment I was feeling, it was a bit of hurt that she had thought I only had one thing on my mind. Which, of course, wasn’t true.

I nodded my head. “Of course, love. I want that too.”

I placed my hand on the blanket covering her leg. “Just so you know, I didn’t come in here looking for sex. I just wanted to be close to you. And to talk, but if you’re not ready, that’s all right.”

Her eyes were fixed on her hands as she nodded her head wordlessly.

“Can I sleep next to you, at least?” I asked, hopeful.

After everything that had happened earlier today, all I wanted was to be with her. To lay with her. To feel like we were okay, even if we weren’t entirely.

She sighed as she looked into my eyes. Her features were soft and tired looking when she spoke.

“Yes.” Was all she said before slouching down to lay her head on the pillow.

I smiled, feeling incredibly grateful. Before climbing into bed, I shed my shirt and jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor beside the bed. I crawled underneath the blanket and pressed my body against hers.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her closely. She smelled of wine and soap.

Bianca had her eyes closed as she laid still. I couldn’t help but look at her, different emotions blending and bleeding together.

I kissed her forehead softly and thanked her for allowing me to sleep next to her. She could have told me to fuck off and sleep in my own room, but she didn’t. She wanted me here and I couldn’t help but feel like that was a good sign. Even though we fought and she was upset with me, she still wanted to sleep in the same bed as me.

I felt guilty for lying to her, however. Especially, after just having told her that I wouldn’t lie to the woman I loved. When, that’s exactly what I was doing. I did love her and I hated lying to her.

At the same time, however, I felt happiness from deep within me from hearing her say that she loved me. And now that she knew I loved her as well, perhaps she will let some of the suspicions she holds so closely go.

As far as the future goes, I wasn’t sure if she would ever find out about my real life. However, I was aware she wouldn’t and couldn’t find out about me in the near future, at the least. I had to keep this part of me hidden from her. But I didn’t want to lose her because of it, either.

I caressed her cheek gingerly, just wanting to feel her skin on mine. Moments later, she rolled away from me, gathering the blankets to cover her shoulders. I laid still, waiting for her breathing to steady.

I didn’t want to leave her. Again. But I had only just got away from Franky, telling him I needed to get home to check on things. Unfortunately, I had to return to finish the damage control.

Once Bianca’s breathing was nice and steady, proving her to be in a deep sleep, I slid out of the bed like a snake. I didn’t want her to wake up and catch me sneaking out. Perhaps, like a snake would do.

I shook off the feeling of shame before picking up the clothes I had just shed from off the floor and headed into her bathroom. As quietly as possible, I got dressed quickly. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Franky to let him know I’d be back in a few minutes.

While Bianca and I had been in Portland, Michael fucking Wallace attacked one of our locations, resulting in the deaths of a few of our men. I should have seen this coming. When that puny man declared war that night over the phone, I should have remained here. I should have prepared for the war, just like Micheal fucking Wallace clearly had been.

I had been so worried about Bianca and I’s relationship, I neglected my job. My family. I had let us down and I cannot afford to do that again.

The worst part was, Micheal and his men didn’t even try to hide it. They left a mess trailing behind them. Which could only mean they planned to do this again. And again. Until we made a move.

I inhaled deeply before I walked back out into her room. I walked as if I had clouds of cotton underneath my feet, as I didn’t want to wake her. When I reached the door, I turned back to look at her one more time before closing the door behind me.

I told myself that I would make sure I would get back before morning. I could not have her waking up alone.

On my way to the warehouse to meet Franky, I stopped and grabbed us two coffees. I was already tired and we were in for a long night. If I could have, I would have fallen asleep next to Bianca within minutes. But duty called and I’d be damned if I didn’t answer.

“Thanks, Leo,” Franky said as I handed him the white paper cup filled to the brim with scolding hot black coffee.

“What do we have?” I asked, sitting down next to him.

I took the lid off of my own cup, allowing the steam to be set free.

“Take a look at this,” he said, pulling up a website on the computer.

Franky hit play and it appeared to be clips from the shootout. Shit.

“This is going to be all over the news,” I scoffed, shaking my head angrily.

“Yep,” Franky replied simply. “And there’s nothing we can do about it.”

I drank my coffee without saying a word as I tried to process all this.

“We’re smart, Leo. We can’t stop the footage from being shown, but there is absolutely no way anyone can lead this back to you,” he spoke confidently. “Or me, for that matter.”

I nodded my head. “Yeah. You’re right.”

I knew Franky was right, but still. This was bad. I was glad Bianca didn’t keep up with the news in LA. I didn’t want her hearing about this.

The only reason Bianca had seen the article about Matteo was because her friend Anna had shown it to her. Anna was back in Italy, so I doubted she was keeping up with news in America.

“I know I’m right,” Franky replied, leaning back in his chair.

“The attention is bad though,” I added grimly.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that. Any attention is bad attention,” he agreed easily.

I couldn’t risk any attention getting back to Bianca. Or the police. I’d wondered if Elio would hear about this and assume it was our men who had gotten killed. I hated the idea of Elio finding out about this. What would that say about me as the Don?

“I found out about a contact who used to work for the LA mafia,” Franky spoke, breaking through my thoughts.

“A contact?” I asked, curiously.

“Yeah, this guy used to work under Micheal Wallace,” Franky replied.

“But he doesn’t anymore?” I questioned as suspicion arose.

“From what I heard, the guy got out. It wasn’t pretty, but he got out alive,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“That doesn’t seem suspicious to you?” I asked.

“I mean, Elio got out, right?” he countered.

“That’s fair, I guess,” I agreed.

I thought about that for a moment. Elio had gotten out, but he was the Don. This guy, obviously wasn’t. So, how had he done it? I find it hard to believe a man like Micheal Wallace would simply let a man walk free who knew all their secrets. It didn’t make the most sense.

“Do you think it could be a trap?” I questioned, seriously.

“Personally, no. I don’t think it’s a trap,” he replied. “But we should always be prepared for anything.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“So, what? Did you set up a meeting with him?” I asked.

“I did. He would only agree to meet in the middle of the night, though,” he replied.

“Sounds about right,” I said. “We’re doing it tonight, then?”

“Yep.” Franky looked at his watch. “We are due to meet him in about thirty minutes.”

“All right,” I nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”

Franky and I walked out of the warehouse and climbed inside one of our black cars. We never use our personal cars to drive around when dealing with these kinds of issues.

Franky told me the location of the spot we are to be meeting this guy and I had to admit, it was in a shady part of the city.

“Call some of our guys and tell them to be on standby if things go awry,” I told Franky.

“Got it.”

Franky pulled out his phone and made a few phone calls, alerting our guys of possible danger. I didn’t know this guy we were meeting and it very well could be a trap that we were blindly walking into.

After about a fifteen-minute drive, Franky and I pulled up to the spot. It was a huge lot with a bunch of shipping containers scattered around. Lots of places for people to be hiding behind, I thought to myself.

Franky and I waited in the car until we saw a man appear out of nowhere.

“Is that him?” I asked Franky.

“He fits the description,” he replied quickly.

“See any movement around the shipping containers?” I questioned, scanning the view in front of me.

Franky paused for a moment before answering. “Nah. I don’t see anything.”

I nodded my head. “All right. Let’s do this.”