Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 734 : Unexpected Plans

*Caterina*

“I told you I had plans for you,” Elio breathed.

His voice sent several dozens of shivers and goosebumps all across my skin. The muscles of my stomach clenched with a racing excitement that traveled throughout my body.

It brought tantalizing visions of our time together back in that vacant office building to the forefront of my mind. The way Elio gripped my hips while slamming into me with such wild abandon forced me to suppress a small moan. He’d reached parts of me so deeply that I didn’t even think it was possible. I knew, without a single moment’s doubt, that I would never grow tired of it.

He kept pulling me to bigger heights. The moments grew riskier, and the pleasure always became more intense.

‘We literally fucked in an office where anyone could have walked in on us,’ I thought to myself. ‘And if that weren’t enough, we’d done it right in front of a damn window!’

I’d never done something so reckless, so undeniably exciting that it still proceeded to spark my arousal.

I felt my cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as the ache between my thighs grew stronger. I wanted him again. Any which way he had in mind, I was ready and willing to go. All he had to do was say the word and I was all his.

I knew that kind of mentality was dangerous. But God, I couldn’t help it.

Elio made me weak, and I was okay with that. Every basic instinct in my body knew that I could trust him. If there came a time where I felt like letting go for a little while, I knew that he would take care of everything. Like right now... all Elio did was stand there, and my underwear was practically soaked.

I wanted to tear my clothes off and have him take me however the hell he wanted.

Elio’s eyes pierced with a mixture of lust and something else I couldn’t quite make out. The second he began to move closer to me, every nerve ending in my body started to hum with excitement.

He came to stand just a foot away, and my heart jumped in my chest as I watched him reach out his arm to me.

“Here,” he said.

My brows pulled together in confusion while my gaze shifted from him to what he was holding out to me—a file folder.

Of all the possible things this man could have presented to me, this was truly one of the furthest things from my mind.

Slowly, I lifted my head back to glance at Elio with a questionable look.

“Uh... what’s this?” I asked hesitantly.

Why on earth was he giving me a folder?

A dozen questions played through my mind as I did nothing more but continue to stare at the folder. Meanwhile, Elio chuckled and pushed the thick file into my hands.

“I need your help,” he told me softly.

I pushed my wandering thoughts aside and gave him my full attention.

“You know that at times it can be difficult for me to want to let you in on certain matters,” he said.

I nodded as he went on.

“Well, I’ve learned time and time again that it isn’t always fair, and it sort of defeats the purpose of us protecting one another.”

“Yes,” I said affirmingly.

I didn’t know where he was going with this. It wasn’t often that Elio spoke about our places within the morally gray, double life we lived.

My shoulders sagged back in astonishment. Here I thought this man was suggesting sex for half the day, only for this whole situation to be referring to work.

I was a bit disappointed. My body was running on an imaginable lust high, and I felt like I was finally crashing down from it.

But I wasn’t about to stop him. Regardless of the folder’s contents, just having him hand it to me was enough to tell me that Elio trusted me. He’d just started taking phone calls with me still in the close vicinity, and that in itself was a big step.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s in the folder then?” I asked teasingly.

The corner of my Elio’s mouth pulled back into a knowing smirk.

“Like I said, it’s difficult for me to let you be brought in on certain matters. I don’t like seeing you in the middle of a shootout or, hell, even having your presence at the warehouse.”

I opened my mouth to speak but he swiftly cut me off by raising up a single finger. My breath caught in my lungs while the words stumbled in my throat.

“I’m still slowly coming around to the idea of accepting your willingness to be involved. What you need to understand is that this is not something that is easy for me to do, especially now with Junior, his men, and this fucked up third party we knew nothing about.”

Again, I found myself nodding my head at his words.

“I understand. Really, Elio, I do.” I told him earnestly, “I know you’ve never been too crazy about the idea of me getting myself involved in all of this. At first, I did it to seek justice for the death of my dad. But one thing led to another, and I quickly realized that bringing down Antonio just wasn’t enough. As long as Junior still walks the earth as a free man, I can’t simply sit back and do nothing. When you accepted the title Alessandro gave you, I knew that it meant a major change for both of us.”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest and gently nodded his head.

“And believe me, I’m fully aware of the thoughts that he and Francesco have about me looking to stay in the inner circle of the business, alright?”

I could tell from the way Elio attempted to cover his face with his hand that he was fighting to suppress a smile.

He quickly cleared his throat. “They both think it’s admirable for wanting to stick close to me through all of it, but no. You’re not wrong about them, that they don’t want to take your position in all of this seriously,” he explained.

Elio let out a long breath.

“But... neither one of them knows you the way that I do.” His chin jutted toward the folder in my hands. “I need your help. And I’m more than happy to have you involved, as long as it means you’re staying behind the scenes.”

He was right. No one needed to know how much I was involved.

For a moment, I directed my attention down to the folder and flipped the cover open. From a quick second’s glance, it looked like it was filled with job applications for a restaurant.

“Would you be willing to search through these applications and find someone you think could be a good employee?” Elio asked. “We need some that we can bring into both worlds.”

I instantly snapped the folder shut and rushed up to hug him. I couldn’t help myself. I was so shocked yet so touched by his request. Careful not to spill all the papers within, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him in close. I felt the tingling vibrations of Elio’s laughter through his chest.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes! I would love to help you do this!” I exclaimed.

I tilted my head back and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. From there, I quickly took a step back before the kiss turned into something more. Now that I’d managed to set aside my burning arousal, I wasn’t about to let it get the better of me now that I had something more pressing to deal with.

“Thank you for trusting me and for giving me something that I could do like this,” I said.

Elio gave me a warm smile before I broke away to really begin to get to work. I rushed up to the bedroom to grab my laptop before coming back down the stairs to set up a self-made workstation in the living room.

I flipped the folder back open and started with the first application. I felt myself slip into serious research mode beyond that point.

I didn’t even know what became of Elio once I really started getting into the work in front of me. There had to have been at least a dozen applications, and Elio had even attached their criminal history as well as their family background.

While I carefully scanned through each of the sections, I came to the realization rather quickly that these weren’t typical job applications. They not only wanted to know about the person’s previous work experiences, but they also contained a particular section that was labeled as ‘special skills.’ And that clearly didn’t mean computer expertise, communications, or even something involving time management.

Many of the ‘special’ skills that I’d come across involved things like forgery, theft, cyber-hacking, and even weaponry preference.

No one in their right mind would hire these people for a normal job. But that was exactly what made each of them perfect candidates. We needed someone who could appear normal but also wasn’t afraid to get their hands dirty or walk the fine line of morality.

As I expected, all of them were male applicants, but most came from a diverse background. Some had obviously worked in the restaurant business prior to this, while a few others came with a work background in security. On my computer, I made it a point to make a list for each applicant when it came to knowing their strengths and certain aspects of their personal skills.

I didn’t know how much time had gone by since I began reading, but eventually, Elio came over to sit next to me on the couch and draped an arm over my shoulder.

“How’s it coming?” he asked.

“Out of everything you gave me, I’m down to five possible applicants,” I told him.

I hadn’t realized how exhausted I was until I pulled my gaze from the files and my laptop screen. I rubbed at the corners of my eyes and let them fall closed for just a few seconds.

“I’ll be honest, it wasn’t easy,” I said. “Have Leo interview them. He’s good at reading people.”

“That’s a good idea,” he hummed lightly.

I found that my eyes were far too heavy to keep open. Before I knew it, my body was sinking further back into the couch and into the compelling warmth of Elio’s side.

My sleep was well earned, knowing that I was able to help him and our men and to benefit the future of this business.