When Luciano left her like he always did. Solange went to see Gabby at his penthouse.
“Here…drink this,”Gabby handed a glass of whiskey to Solange
“No… I can't be Gabby… I had too much of that,” she refused, shaking her head. She had never felt this bad before. The point where she didn't want to be in her own home. She left her son and came to see Gaby. He was the only man who understood her.
“Sweetheart, it's best if you drink something to make you loosen up,” Gabby insisted as he brought the glass to Solange's lips. She was tense from all the bad things her husband made her go through.
“Do you know…how much I love him?” Solange said, snatching the glass from Gabby. He sat close to her on the armrest and rested his hand on her shoulder. The warmth from his palms extended to her.
“Darling it happens… I'm sure a successful man like him…can't have just one woman to warm his bed,” Gabby said, running his fingers in her hair. Smiling to himself, Gabby leaned down and kissed her shoulder. She smelled so damn lovely.
“I hate him… I hate that family,” Solange said in between swallows. The bitter liquid burned her tongue, but she didn't stop drinking it.
“Hey hey…easy there,” Gabby said, stopping her from taking the bottle. She was hurt and disappointed by Luciano. Of course, any woman would want to drown her sorrows.
“Darling you don't have to worry,” Gabby said softly and went to his knees. Solange stared at him blankly. He was a fine man. The tattoos covering his arms scared her. He was all rippled and hard.
“Gabby no,” Solange hissed when Gabby cupped her face and kissed her. He obeyed her.
“Sweetheart, you're tense…let me make you feel good,” he muttered while caressing her face, Solange melted to his touch. Her eyes rolled in pleasure. Resisting was the rule, however the emptiness in her. The hole inside her was something she wanted to fill.
“What did you say?” she asked when he laid her back first on the long couch. She didn't resist him, as she did as told. He came up on her.
“My darling, let me pleasure you,” he said, translating the words he said into French. His finger traced the curve of her collarbone.
“You are Canadian?” she asked in between breaths. Shrugging his hand away when he rubbed his thumb on her lips. The electric sensation rushing through her was remarkable.
“Yeah…half American, half French,” he murmured and kissed her lips. His teeth gushed, demanding her to respond. Solange was lost.
“Gabby…please no,” she finally pushed him away and got up from the couch. Her breathing was something else. He seemed to be in control over everything.
“What…did I do something wrong?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her. Solange let out breaths. Her heart thumped loudly. She didn't want this. To be like Luciano. She would rather not cheat on another man.
“Gabby, please… I'm… I'm a married woman…I”
“He sleeps with countless women behind your back…he fucks secretly or do you want me to show you,” Gabby was infuriated hearing Solange say something about cheating. Solange flinched, seeing the fire in his eyes. He was already an aggressive man.
“You have to understand…two wrongs don't make a right, okay…if…if I do this…what…" she didn't even know how she would face anyone. She knew Luciano was up to something. It hurt her to know he refused to make love to her while did it with other women.
“He has a damn secret club…he has many beautiful and sexy women working there…he fucks them daily…those late night meetings,” Gabby said angrily. Doing everything, he could not startle the woman. However, she was beginning to be a pain in the ass. He wanted her so badly. To fuck her hard.
Damn it, her beautiful body deserved to be worshiped as she deserved.
“I still don't get it…why are you doing this for me…who are you?” Solange asked, shaking her head. She wasn't this careless as to go to an isolated penthouse with a man.
“I'm a man who understands a woman's feelings…her needs…her emotions…you want much more…but Luciano can't give you, “Gabby said, moving closer to him. Solange stared at him blankly. His words were tender and aroused something in her. He cupped her face with his large hand. His long fingers brushed her hair away. Closing her eyes, she found herself leaning to Gabby's touch. His closeness caused her knees to weaken.
“Darling you require a man…not just any man…a man to make you scream,” he whispered seductively. His free hand traced down the curve of her cleavage and lingered on her soft cushions of breasts. Teased to kiss her.
Squeezing her thighs together. Solange clung to his arms. Using him to balance on her feet.
“You are a goddess my love…oh heavens save me from what I tend to do to you” he mumbled, licking her cheek. His hot breath sent a shiver down her spine.
“Gabby” he hissed his name as he captured her mouth for a kiss. Solange didn't resist. For a year, she had been deprived of this. A man's touch, kisses. Before she knew it. She was responding.
“Ahh…mmm… Gabby,” her arms circled his neck. Gabby saw her desperation. Her eagerness to be touched and filled. Lifting the tight dress, he pulled it away until Solange freed herself.
“So sexy,” he mumbled as he pulled her panties up. The cold breeze caressed her entire body, making her shiver. Solange was lost in ecstasy. The pleasure circulating in her when Gabby kissed her was something else.
“Stop,” he stopped him. Her heart raced as she tried to control herself. “Please don't do this…” she muttered in low rasps. Her voice was clouded with pleasure. Gabby cursed within and grabbed her by the waist. Pulling her forward, he slammed her to him.
“Sweetheart, if you change your mind…you know what to do '' he said and kissed her passionately before he pulled back. Stared into her beautiful blue eyes and set her free. Solange didn't know what just happened for her to let him get to such an extent.
“Take care…remember you can come here any time you want…” Gabby said calmly and handed her her dress. Solange was lost. Unmoving, still in heat. She watched as Gabby grabbed his black leather jacket. Glanced at her one more time, and he walked towards the door. Fear washed over her.
The door slammed shut, jerking her back to reality.
“Oh no… So what have you done?” she muttered, reaching for her lips. His scent lingered. His touch still crawled on her skin, causing her to have goosebumps all over. Her skin tightened to the point where she didn't feel comfortable in her body. Clasping the dress in her fingers, Solange stayed there to calm herself.
***
“What happened here!” Luciano barged into Antonia's bedroom only to find his mother in a bad start. She was unconscious, however her body was in such a frightening state.
“Some idiots did this to Mom…what took you so long,” Bianca shot at Luciano. She had called all her siblings to rush to her mom's house.
“And how did those people get in here when the house is heavily guarded”it was Alfredo who asked and Bianca was irritated
“Dear brother…those fools…broke in…stoned the guards nearly to death and nearly killed me,” she thought Alfredo would at least think about his mother.
“They called her murderer…someone must have paid them to do this to her…just look at her,” Bianca was in tears as she sat beside her mother. Luciano didn't utter a word as he stared at his mom.
“The people who did this need to pay… I'll make sure all of them pay,” Luciano growled, he was not going to spare anyone. Especially when they dared to harm his family. His sister was in jail. His mother was attacked.
“They called her bad names…she was helpless…bro… I'm sure it's that girl…that Sydney who brainwashed those people to do this,” Bianca said disdainfully and Alfredo looked up. His brows knitted together at the mention of Sydney.
“Take care of her, “Luciano said and stormed out of the room. Alfredo and Bianca remained in the room. Alfredo was thinking. Yes, his family had done the worst things over the years. However, he didn't expect Sydney to be this bitter. How dare she.