Chapter 295: Perhaps, They Want To Deliver A Message
Chapter 295: Perhaps, They Want To Deliver A Message
Camilla
"Oh!" The shock left me before I could stop it, a slight burning sensation spreading fast across my left nipple.
"Adriano," I whined.
My eyes now wide open, I watched as he bent seamlessly over the couch to take that same nipple into his mouth, teeth latching onto the hot chocolate covered surface before sucking it in a soothing manner. I could barely formulate a single word with the battling sensation Gregorio's hand in my hair, Domenico's fingers massaging my pussy and Adriano's wicked mouth lapping up every bit of the sweet drink from my body.
"So so soft," he smiles before lifting himself back up, taking in my flustered state from above.
My lips parted as though to say something but all I was capable of were the little moans that Domenico elicited from me. Eventually, I settled on one word.
"More," I begged.
While Domenico continued to curl his hand in a way that had me soaking into his palm, I could only watch with bated breath as Adriano decided his next move. Standing there as calm as he could be, I felt as though I were minutes away from unraveling beneath their touch.
"Please," I begged as they worked together to keep me in place and after what felt like an eternity, Adriano lifted the mug to his lips until the chocolate flavor was again bursting across his tongue.
"Please," I repeated, to which I was ignored.
"She looked so pretty like this." Gregorio said as he gently wrapped my hair around his fist.
"The prettiest," Domenico agrees.
"It would be a shame to put her out of her misery so quickly, though. Don't you think so?"
"No," I whispered but they continued on like I wasn't even there, wasn't on the precipice of coming undone.
"Adriano?" One of them called, clearly looking for a third opinion in the matter of my pleasure.
Although my input clearly wasn't a factor right now, I still follow their gazes to the final man above us all, fatally handsome in his composure. Instead of answering, however, he simply observed before taking a sip of my hot chocolate, Domenico's pace quickening painfully so. I braced myself as he began to lean down again, preparing my body for the delicious burn that was about to set my soul aflame. His dark eyes captured my own as I continued to lay there, feeling helpless to their will.
A desperate sound left my mouth as my legs clamped shut and when Adriano tilted Gregorio's chin towards him and spilled the sweet liquid into his mouth instead of mine, everything around me exploded. The only thing I managed to hear was Domenico's own groan before I came undone.
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Domenico POV.
A chorus of grains ensue at the sound of my vibrating phone on the bedside table. Opening my eyes and reaching over to grab it, I instantly become more awake when I see the caller id.
"Domenico?" Gregorio groans as sleeping beauty himself tossed a pillow at my face, it was ignored as I threw off the covers and stepped out of the room, a quick glance at my clock telling me it is not even up four in the morning. Business never has cared for rest.
"Domenico Jaxson speaking." I said as I picked up the call, pressing the phone to my ear, a woman's voice soon filled the other line.
"Mr. Jaxson as per your request, I am calling to inform you of the results in relation to the subject 0345. I will give you a few minutes to situate yourself should it be necessary. Let me know when you are ready to proceed."
Heading downstairs and onto Gregorio's office, I take a seat in his chair before grabbing a stray pen and paper. The conversation has everything to do with Camilla and the fact that Jacob Pope dropped off a package for her two days with claims it was simply left on her old apartment's doorstep.
"Please proceed." I confirmed and when I heard a shuffle at the door behind me, my heart sutter to see Camilla there drowning in one of Adriano's t-shirts.
"Come," I mouthed silently while holding out my hand to her, hating what she was about to hear but knowing it was her right regardless.
Placing my phone down on the desk, I hit the speaker button so she can be a part of the conversation too.
"As we expected, mixed DNA results were obtained from the various swabs we took, indicating the presence of it from at least four individuals, at least three males, and at least one female."
Camilla was silent as she finally braved stepping into the room, shuffling to my side before I pulled her into my lap. As Lilly, my hired forensic analyst, continued her report, I closed my eyes and kissed the side of her head, wishing I could take away the worry and confusion that marred her once rested expression. It was mere seconds before Gregorio and Adriano joined us.
"On the box's exterior, the fingerprints found were a match with those of Gregorio and Jacob. What is curious is that we also found small traces of Direct Factory Outlet powder present on the box prior to our own attempts at detecting the latent fingerprints. This means…."
"Somebody did their own check for incriminating evidence prior to." I interrupted, the gears spinning in my brain damn near giving me a headache. It was too early for this.
"Exactly," she confirmed.
"Whoever left you this box has a very perplexed mindset. Why take the time to remove any fingerprint evidence from the exterior when DNA evidence is intentionally left on the interior."
"Perhaps, their intention was to deliver a message." Adriano chips in.
"One where he or she only revealed what they wanted us to find?"
My heart was racing in my chest at all these discoveries. Something wasn't right here, apart from Camilla having a stalker in the first place, something about this felt too dark, too manipulative.
"I have done and seen throughout my career so I don't know why I am so irked by this in particular but if the Mafia has taught me anything, it is to never doubt your gut. If you do, it is only a matter of time before you are dead."
"Behaviors like this are most often conclusive within stalkers." Lilly ponders aloud, causing Camilla to stiffen where she was sitting on top of me.
"The underwear speaks to their passion, their obsession with…"
"Wait…" Camilla suddenly speaks up, her eyes shooting to me in confusion.
"I don't understand, what are all of these about?"
I frown as the panic begins to sleep into her eyes but I made my promise to not hide things anymore and I was going to stick by it.
"Lilly, what you are telling me is that we have nothing then?" I asked, my tone hinting that this conversation was coming to a wrap.
"With the DNA evidence I have been provided with, I am afraid not, sir."
A sigh escapes me as I plant another kiss to Camilla's forehead but I cannot fault Lilly for what is not there. I concluded the call with a polite thank you and told her I will keep in touch. With her payment already sent, now all that was left was a second conversation, one that was much harder to have. Moving to a more comfortable setting to accommodate the four of us, we were soon settled on the living room couches with coffee in our hands.
"Are you okay?" Gregorio asked as Camilla took a seat beside him, thanking me as I gently tossed a blanket over the two of them.
"Yes," she murmured but I know the little information she currently has must be stressful on her.
It has been weeks since we have heard anything from this Ofomata prick and all of a sudden he is sending out gifts on Christmas. I don't like any of this. Even as I relay what happened for a second time, things only seem to grow more confusing.
"But I still don't understand." Her voice betrays her as her words contain a slight quiver to them and I hate most of all that this is impacting what was supposed to be a relaxing week.
"He sent me a box of my own items, as a gift?"
It seems she had left it behind in her studio apartments. Items including her forgotten panties that he had taken the time to cover in his own semen. The second Lilly had collected the necessary evidence, I had them burned. I saw each and every one of them being lit on fire until there was nothing left that could hurt what is mine. Camilla's underwear was only an example, as soon as we catch this fucker, I am going to personally ensure that hell would have been a kinder sentence than what he will be force endure as repentance.
My fists have to remain clenched at all times with how angry I am, hating myself for not having found her stalker. I am the heir to the mafia for fuck sake and my brother hold the title of Don. We have more resources than the government in the country and we can't track down some limp-dick little boy who has nothing better to do with his time than jerk himself off with worn garment.
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