Slipping through the curtain I see Nicoli standing with a glass of whiskey in his hands, talking quietly with Daveon. They both look up at me as I walk out. A knowing smile grows on Daveon's face, and I blush from embarrassment. He probably heard everything. Trying my best to ignore them both I go to sit in one of the seats overlooking the window.
“Liliana.” Nico pulls my attention back to him. “Are you on birth control?” My jaw drops at his blatend question. I was embarrassed before but now I feel mortified at having this conversation in front of Daveon. Compared to me they both look unaffected by it as I only shake my head in response. “I will have our doctors get that set up for you when we land.”
Still not using my words I only nod. A bundle of nerves quake together in my stomach at the thought of finally having sex with him. Am I ready for that? Is he planning on waiting till we are married? Lost in my own thoughts I gaze out into the clouds as we grow closer and closer to New York.
I am woken up by a gentle shake on my shoulder. "Lil we are coming over New York. Did you want to see the city view?" I try to blink away the blur from my eyes trying to focus.
I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. Looking back to the window I gaze out at the stunning sight. Wow. This is incredible. Though small from where we are at, it's an amazing view to behold. Skyscrapers tower over the landscape, one after another, with the land separated by the water of the New York Harbor.
"So what do you think?"
"It's incredible," I say looking at him. A childish grin appears on his face at my approval.
As we start to descend I tense up waiting to feel the impact, but with only a small jaring it isn't too bad either. Looking out as we land I can tell we are on another private landing strip. Mostly likely this one belongs to Nicoli.
Grabbing my hand as we exit the plane I see about four to five cars lined up awaiting us. "Why are there so many?" I say voicing my inner thoughts.
"We are in my territory now." He reminds me. While most of the men wait by the cars and a handful go to help remove my things from the storage of the plane and into another car. I notice as one man breaks off and comes forward toward us. He is big, built like Daveon, with longer dark hair and facial hair to match. He gives off a clear, dont fuck with me, vibe, with his stern expression.
"Ciro, brother! How has everything been here? I missed you." Daveon pulls him into what can only be described as an awkward man hug. The man shoves Daveon off him, punching him in the shoulder.
"Dude get the fuck off me. I don’t know why you are always fucking touching me. You couldn't find any good enough lay in Los Angeles. you have to practically grab at my dick the moment you see me?"
"Shut the hell up, you two are a fucking embarrassment," Nicoli grows out at them. They give each other knowing looks, clearly pleased at having gotten a rise out of him. I can't help but grin with them knowing they probably only do it to grate at Nicoil's nerves.
Getting into the back of the SUV with Nicoli seems strange as he drove us everywhere in L.A. Gazing out the window as we drive though we pass by central park and times square. We also pass by a little shopping strip with a bunch of boutiques that Gianna would die for. My thoughts drift to her before I am floored by the sudden sadness at already missing her. I make a mental note to ask Nicoli if she could come visit sometime.
After a bit of a drive with New York traffic we pull up to a very large building. A man comes around opening my door before he helps me out. I stand at the bottom of the building looking up and it seems as if it goes on forever. Taking hold of my hand, I am pulled into the building behind Nicoli. There is a beautiful vast lobby with a receptionist at the desk. "Welcome back Mr. Black," she calls out in a cheerful voice as we pass. He doesn't look her way nor acknowledge her as we pass through to the elevator. Once inside I look over at him.
"Well that was rude."
He looks confused by my words before understanding what I was referring to as he rolls his eyes at me. "I can't very well go around New York waving at people passing by, saying hello and kissing babies now can I? People fear and respect me here. In order to uphold that fear and respect, I have to demand it. There is not room for kindness in it." Understanding but not necessarily agreeing with him I nod, watching as the number on the elevator rises higher and higher.
Good hell are we going to the-
"Penthouse." He states, finishing my internal question. Continuing to rise until we finally come to a stop as the elevator gives a ding announcing our arrival. He steps up to the keypad punching in a code before the doors open up. Instead of
