Adversary (4 page)

The wheels screeched to a halt.

Go home Nico.

Duty.

Honor.

Love.

Go home Nico.

Loyalty.

Protection.

Family.

He sat there in the middle of the long driveway, a short distance from the gate. He could go through iron and never look back, but he couldn’t, invisible hands were shaking him awake. The dangerous want to protect and save a woman who believed she stood at death’s door gripped tight hold.

Go home to Ari and the children. She’s crazy with loneliness are the words that played in his head. Duty pulled him away. Snatched like a thief, Nico answered a woman’s plea and duty surpassed love.

The wheels reversed and then he climbed from the car. He looked up to see Bianca’s silhouette and then it disappeared. Nico grimaced at what he was about to do. He loved Ari but for some inexplicable reason it was pure hell staying true. He was cursed because he loved the flesh of women and when he sought to remain faithful, a voice said, ‘unh-unh Nicolo Serano, good is not what bad men do!’

Nico marched toward the doors of the home and they opened. Unashamed and nude Bianca stood. Over the threshold he stepped, without a word he took hold of her waist, lifted the vixen and kicked the door closed. Upstairs to her bedroom is where he carried a seductress while she kissed upon his neck and sent him to Hades because he loved the feel of her lips.

The large bed in the center of the floor with expensive coverings, smelling of a woman’s fragrance was the loneliness chamber of Bianca’s prison. Unlike earlier, he behaved more gently, kissing her to the mattress, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his slacks, freeing himself from guilt to give comfort to a lonely widow. He’d have remorse in the morning if she were to die when affection is all it cost to preserve her life. She unbuttoned his shirt with loving hands. The gun holster and weapon were placed on the pillow above her head and then the bullet proof vest careened to the floor. Ruby lips the color of wine drank his saliva, licked at his teeth which he admitted sparked a ravenous lust.

She massaged his shoulders, going down the branching veins of bulging arms and then reached between his thighs to give him a hand-job that froze him in place. What wonders did she work on his flesh? Anger became pleasure. Eyes harsh went tender as he remained motionless above her body, suspended by locked arms. Bianca positioned her legs to guide his throbbing member into the parlor of her pussy.

“Shit!” Nico cursed when she flexed her knees against his chest and spread wider and her slender fingers massaged his testicles and then released.

Nico’s torso lowered and his heart accelerated. Tenderly, she caressed his outer thighs. Nico groaned when the penetration became a creamy delight. The blend of flesh was so soft and the tightness clutching at him below, intoxicating. He cursed her ice-cream pussy and the sudden urge to lick her breasts sent him to hell when he succumbed to the pleasure. He delved further, and she arched to take all of him as if she screwed him many times. She sighed satisfactorily which Nico enjoyed but also hated because Bianca wasn’t his wife, yet fit him as if she were.

A lustful groan escaped his throat at their coupling. Caught in a web, entangled by carnal greed he licked the slender throat delighting in the caresses of her silky fingers. Bianca did things with her hands that made a grown man twitch and holding back was impossible as he feasted on her tits. Hungrily she rolled against his pelvis, stretching in waves of glorious seduction to pull at his dick in worshipful kisses with her soft pussy and he matched her with unrestrained thrusts. A vixen of a lover, expert at the art is what he discovered in the folds of her skin. The long silken strands shone in the moonlit room as did the pink-white skin flushed by his touch. He sucked hard leaving discolorations. The broken capillaries are what young lovers refer to as hickies.  He palmed her scalp to bring her closer. He wanted her to hear the loud pumping of his chest and to taste his tongue’s water as he poured within her mingling their juices in libation. She whimpered at the sexual splendor that branched to every limb as he sucked on her tongue, widened her thighs by simply flexing his knees outward and she quivered when his hands moved too hoist her hips higher. Powerful is the force of Nico that brought a cry from the caverns of a woman being loved by a passionate spirit. She could not battle against his strength when he claimed every crevice of her soul. She completely surrendered in spasms of fluid lust.

Her eyes flew open at the unexpected confusion from his touch. He’d consumed her fully. She kissed him deep as her body begged with forward thrashes for more. Hands kneaded his buttocks and then fingers massaged the bone at the tip of his ass. She thrashed forward pulled into a vortex of decadence. More, she wanted. More of Nico’s body and he fed her carnal starvation. A craving fiend she became and clutched his neck, bringing her mouth across the taut jaw to suck his throat, to lick his flesh and moan her drunken desires loving the sensation occupying what was once an empty space.

Nico gripped a fistful of her hair, pulling it back to expose a swan’s neck to the vulturous assault of his mouth. Highly stimulated, he shook her body and the bed with his sexual furor. Like a fountain, streaming over marble, Bianca flowed upon his dick. He grinned in naughtiness at her body’s jubilation wanting to orally please her but she held him so tight and her kisses were so hot, he didn’t want to change position.

Nico far surpassed Bianca’s expectations. Each motion produced venous bulges along muscle from his neck to his legs. Hard Nico was extremely loving in bed. She no longer feared death.

Excitable and utterly fucked is what Nico became. The lovely woman smiled with her eyes, the caress to his hard cheekbones was tenderness that burned hot. Each stroke he made within the woman, another shackle loosened and soon the Nico of want gripped the reins.

“I am yours,” she whispered to his throat as he moved her with heavy strokes.

“Ssssssshhhh,” he cautioned not wanting to hear words, but she failed to listen and forced him to hear.

“When the time comes you must say you are my protector and I am bound to you by flesh. The truth they will see, but the words must be spoken Nico or I will die horribly. Por favore…prometo...save me…for they come tonight.”

“Bianca Silenzio,” he said sadly wondering if she’d lost her senses from grief.

“I will not bear you children or interfere with your loving family. My heart belongs to your father but I give you my loyalty.”

“Por favore…do not speak,” Nico warned and kissed her quiet. But, he slowed. The words she had said suddenly made him halt. Something resonated, who will come tonight? He listened to the silence, slowly withdrawing from her sweet pussy and a petulant sigh when pleasure ceases is the sound which escaped Bianca’s mouth. Then his ears picked up muffled footsteps and he seized the gun above her head. A shadow is where he aimed when he spun around toward the door with the weapon. He shielded Bianca with his frame and a crazy woman’s words rang true.

Men of shadow surrounded the couple with guns drawn and aimed. Nico counted nine figures with intense stares of trained killers. Bianca’s fear was palpable, like a fog it breathed heavier than air. The bed moved as she left his protection to bow like a peasant before the leader. The coal eyes which descended were emotionless, simply a glance to a nuisance it seemed. A fly to an elephant Bianca appeared that he could squash with a finger. Nico noticed the jeweled hilt of his knife bore the markings of a similar blade in Giuseppe’s possession. These were warrior men from Semira’s homeland sent to slaughter.

“Mercy…mercy por favore. I did not mean to break my oath. To Nicolo Serano, Giacanti born, and Comandante Protezioni my identity is revealed. In Semira’s name I beg of you…perdóname.”

Nico rose slowly, placed the gun atop the crumpled sheet and stepped to the floor stark naked. All eyes were upon him. Their squinted eyes beheld the tall figure with naturally tanned skin, hair of midnight oil, whose muscular frame glistened with sweat. They witnessed the markings of union with the fallen woman of their order on the sizable organ that dangled between his thighs. In the steps of a panther, his lower extremities widened into a protective stance in front of Bianca. With the glare of a superior he challenged the possessor of the blade. Piercing eyes of the warrior kind were those of a kindred spirit.

Nico’s hand reached back to the figure in genuflection. “Stand dignified. Get up and stand at my side and never grovel to any figlio di puttana,
ora!
” he commanded Bianca.

Protezioni never bow to any motherfuckers. They
are
death walking.

Bianca gripped the hand of life to stand in female pride with the towering male figure. A pair of one is what they represented. “Grazie Nico…grazie.”

Nico’s mouth twisted into a sneer. Bianca’s ramblings he’d thought nothing more than madness caused by a grieving woman. Turning the antecedent pages of time he heard his father’s teachings which he had unknowingly cast aside. He’d forgotten many things in the daily pleasures of his other life, but here in the dark was Nico in truest light. Alberti, teacher, father and strategist set his pawns upon the board using Nico as the knight. A beautiful young bride, trained in death and pleasure is what he also bequeathed other than sweet cigars. Riddles hid wisdom. Sometimes the messages were undecipherable, but today Nico saw the formations of the pieces in which Alberti checkmate his soul. A father reminded a son even after death that he will always be the family guardian standing between their destruction.

The Protezioni Segreti from their Motherland had come for justice. Bianca brought herself into the light by disclosure and Nico suspected Madeline’s confession was overheard by one of the guards and reported, how else would they know…how else would they enter without resistance?

From the ancient book used by the Circle of Protectors he was tested. A passage, memorized like a psalm was spoken without hesitation. He pardoned Evangeline and Madeline. Banishment from the secret society was the minors and upon Alfonzo’s authority, given the right by his station, Nico claimed Bianca Luca not only as Protezioni but gave her rank within the Circolo di Protezione as a Tenente. To ensure her life under his protection was honored he said the words and sealed his fate. “We are bound in flesh. To me she belongs. Giacanti-Semira, Protector of Supremo and spiritually bound are our cause.”

The ancient traditions were practiced. The days of royalty and tribal customs that blended two continents remained upheld. Protection is a responsibility not taken lightly among the society and Bianca Luca violated a fundamental rule. The punishment for the infraction, removal of her tongue and heart. The same for his father’s daughters. A torturous death had he not risen in their defense.

The man who traveled from the heat of a mother’s womb nodded. Weapons were lowered. The threat eradicated.

Upon Bianca the intruder looked, not at nakedness but in the lens of one who had been taught ancient customs, weaponry and the history of Semira. An outsider without royal blood given a privilege at the request of a descendant of Semira, Alberti Luca. He’d been her teacher for many years and it was by his hand she would have died. This male offspring of their beloved Semira was of their blood. He was the last on their shores of a dishonorable King. They were wiped out by dissidents, treacherous conspirators who spoke of artifacts belonging to kingdoms. Like an endangered species the half-breeds would fall, slaughtered like the Native American Indians. Not land did thieves seek; she knew the blue-eye one carried a gene, a marker in his DNA irrefutable by historians. Mistress Semira they called her is blasphemous to a royal woman. The Princess married in their custom a King. The injustice and moral wrong was that the King set her aside for a second wife, caving under pressure to denounce their union to appease the prejudices of those accustomed to seeing white-skinned Queens. Queen Semira was mistress to no man. The so-called bastard off-spring was in fact the legitimate heirs of Italy’s monarchy. But, convincing one to change their biases even with documentation meets skepticism. Thus to live and carry-on a line from the House of Semira the Protezioni Giacanti kept her safe until her body was returned home. The children with skin too light and eyes of the shimmering sea remained in Italy. In Eritrea the hatred for the Italian regime was strong. Tensions in war-time presented unfavorable politics and put Semira’s children in danger. Therefore, Semira’s sons, sun touched Princes were guarded in the homeland of a King and absentee father.

The second Queen soon bore the King children, the first was a son. He was small when his father died. The Queen knew of Semira and with the assistance of a conspiratorial papacy wiped clean historical mention. In fact, the campaign did not stop there, she brandished Semira a whore and a thief, claiming she absconded with heirlooms which was not the case. There are many jewels the King had given his brown Queen and among the collection the tiara seen in old paintings gracing great halls of Italy’s former Queens. The crown remains in the possession of the rightful heirs. This is a relic descendant and historians seek. But, in the custody of the true Prince it belongs. Far beyond Italy there are other artifacts more priceless than a woman’s jewels. Carved gold and gems of an ancient people predating the Pyramids are the legacy of Semira. Far greater is she. A line of pharaohs, pure blood royalty until tarnished by a weak Italian King. The bracelet of her great ancestor is priceless, far exceeding a sparkly crown.

Transcribed in Eritrean history, Semira is revered as the first African princess to defy a father and marry for love and not politics. Indoctrination is what Bianca Luca was given and an honor. Yet, she spoke and the council deliberated for months. Philosophers and scholars debated. They were at odds on the matter. Bianca disclosed her identity to an heir Protector under the threat of death. They did not care a daughter first spoke to save her mother. She is the one blame befell. Thus the caretaker and her daughters were sentenced in absentia by a council to die by torture. The African’s eyes softened on Bianca. Once he considered her fondly, like a daughter. Her appeal at his feet if he had authority may have been granted. But he could not usurp the council. Nico, the Highest of Protectors and with Semira’s blood is who spared her life. Secretly, he was glad. The fair-skinned woman, not of his continent had been one of his finer pupils. He dipped his head in reference. “Semira, we are one.”