Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(27)

“I do what I can.”

That, too, was true.

Gian appreciated it.

But still … “Stop talking about all of this in church. No business on Sundays, Dom. It’s a rule.”

“But—”

“You’ll never get your button until you learn to listen more than you talk.”

Dom finally shut up.

Gian was grateful for that, too.





I got your gift, read the text message.

Gian smiled, typing back, Oh? Did you like it?

He knew what her answer would be—yes, Cara liked the choker. It wasn’t the choker itself that she probably struggled with, but the idea of accepting a gift from him. After all, it had been a whole day since Chris delivered the choker, and Gian got nothing but radio silence in return. He hadn’t been particularly surprised about that, either.

When Cara didn’t immediately reply, Gian hit dial on his phone’s screen, and put it up to his ear as he headed into the restaurant. A business he owned, liked to use as an office of sorts, and had a meeting at later with Constantino and the asshole, Stephan.

They wanted to talk about what had happened with Edmond.

Gian wanted to placate the younger Capos for a bit.

“I was replying,” Cara said as soon as she picked up Gian’s call.

“You were taking too long. Probably overthinking. As I suspect you’ve been doing for the last day, bella. It’s a necklace, one that suits your style, and I wanted to see you wear it, nothing more.”

“Gian.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re being …”

“What, charming, again?” he suggested.

Cara sighed. “I’m agreeable to casual here with you—”

Yes, because apparently casual did not mean dating to Cara Rossi.

Gian didn’t give a shit.

“And that means if I want to buy you something, I can and will. You should expect it,” Gian interrupted before Cara could say more.

He swore she muttered, “You’re fucking impossible.”

“Drop the casual bit, and you’ll see how impossible I can get,” Gian urged with a smirk.

“That doesn’t exactly make me want to jump in with both feet, Gian.”

“Liar. You know it does.”

Cara didn’t reply.

Gian didn’t need her to.

She’d already told him once …

You make it hard to say no.

“I do like the choker … a lot,” Cara finally said, softly.

“Send me a picture with it on, show me.”

“You’re serious?”

“Would you like to see some of the pictures I already have of you, Cara?”

He didn’t even need to see her face to know it was red, like her hair.

Gian laughed darkly, weaving through the restaurant and ignoring the patrons as he headed to his back office. “They’re beautiful, by the way.”

Cara made a noise under her breath. “Pretty sure that was videos.”

“I took some stills of them. I have an app.”

“Oh, my God. I have an app, he says. Like it’s not a big fucking deal or something.”

“Send me a picture,” he demanded again. “Show me how much you like it, sweetheart.”

Gian said a quick goodbye, as he had to get some work done before the guys showed up for dinner and the meet. He hated doing it to Cara, as he didn’t get to talk to her much as it were, but he didn’t have a choice.

To make up for it, as soon as he hung up the phone, he scrolled through the gallery images and videos. He hadn’t lied—the video he had took, and the subsequent stills, were beautiful. Hot, sexy, and sin.

Pure fucking sin.

Porn, at the very least to some.

Art, to him.

He’d gotten a shot of his fingers buried deep into her pussy while she was on her knees, her sex pink and wet, her arousal smeared across his hand. Another of his cock stretching her open, and a quick peek at the handprint he’d left on her thigh. Then, later in the day, he’d pulled the phone out again to catch the way his cum looked, painted down Cara’s toned stomach in white, ropey streams.

Gian was terribly careful with his phone. No one touched it but him, and not one single person knew his passcodes to get inside. He wouldn’t share the images or videos with a soul, because that wasn’t why he’d taken them.

He took them for him.

Because it made him hot and it got him off.

Because he liked reliving those moments.

Because his memory didn’t do Cara Rossi any sort of justice.

He shot off a couple of the images, and one of the videos he’d shortened to a few seconds. All had been changed to a black and white, and he’d stripped the sound from the short clip, too.

He really liked that app.

Not a minute later, his phone buzzed on the desk as he were going over orders for the restaurant. Gian picked it up, gave the message a look, and laughed hard.

Are those even me?!

Every single one of them, he typed back.

He’d cropped some of the images, zoomed in to keep Cara’s body and face from being entirely identifiable. But he wanted her to see what he saw, too.

Beauty.

Sex.

Lust.