***AN: Mature content***

Serena POV

Adrenaline runs through my veins like liquid fire.

My body is stiff, yet loose in the right spots.

My legs are spread shoulder-width apart as I look forward.

One eye squints as I stare down the barrel, my hands steady.

With the release of a breath, I pull the trigger over and over until all 10 rounds in the clip are emptied. With each pull of the trigger, my shoulder is pushed back, sending a ripple through my arm.

The smell of gunpowder comforts me in a sick and demented way while I slowly lower the gun.

Setting the HK416 rifle down on the table in front of me, I look down the shooting lane toward the paper hanging from the ceiling.

The feeling of having a gun in my hands feels comfortable and familiar. It was like a limb of mine was returned considering it was all I knew while living in Mexico and carried a weapon everywhere I went.

I knew every part of the guns I used and could clean them with my eyes closed. The gun handler back in Mexico would always say you should know every nick and cranny of a weapon before you decide to use it against someone.

If you don't they can use that to their advantage.

I hit the button on the wall beside me and watched as the Silhouette target moves closer to me on the conveyer belt.

Pulling the noise-blocking headphones off my head, I throw them down beside the weapon while looking at the target.

Two shots in the chest, eight in the head.

All directly on the 'x'.

"Remind me to never piss you off again," A deep voice says behind me. I look over my shoulder at Massimo as he pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against to come closer to me.

We are in the basement shooting range that I just learned about a few days ago. I figured I needed to practice my shooting skills in case I had gotten rusty over the years.

But it appears the skill has never left my body.

"You should know better than to piss any woman off. We can be rather deadly," I say back with a smirk. Grabbing the weapon, I walk over to the wall beside him and rack it back into its holder.

"The men are talking about you upstairs," He says out of the blue. I rack the headphones before turning to him with an arched eyebrow.

"Really?" He nods his head. "Good or bad things?"

"All good," He says staring down at me as he steps closer. I stand still, watching his every move as he stalks toward me like a predator. "They seem to appreciate the challenge you give them during their daily training lessons. A few complained about how hard you are on them."

"Well even if they don't like it, it will keep them alive. I don't expect a thank you. Sometimes the hardest lessons have to be drilled into their body so it becomes instinct."

A soft smile plays on his lips when he is inches from me.

Over the past few days, we have gotten closer intimately. He always seems to be around me no matter what I was doing. Like he couldn't concentrate unless he had his eyes on me.

"Did you come down here to tell me the gossip of your men?"

"Partly," He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me even closer until our chests are touching. "I also just wanted to see my beautiful wife."

His hand slowly moves to cup my cheek. I lean into it without hesitation when his other hand runs up and down my arm with light touches.

He stops when he feels one of the deeper cuts on the back of my arm. I look up to see the sadness in his eyes.

"I am going to make his death painful for what he did to you," There was no hesitation in his voice. I smile up at him and give a light nod. "Does it hurt?"

"Sometimes they do," I tell him honestly. "Phantom pains they call them. They sometimes feel so real that I have to look to ensure they didn't open back up. But it was been a long time since I had the pain."

Leaning my head on his chest I wrap my arms around his neck so he couldn't feel my arms and the horrible scars under my tattoos. I was self-conscious of them knowing how ugly they feel and used to look before I covered them with beautiful ink.

"The men are having a fire out back and asked me to see if you would be interested," He says while his lips brush my forehead with each word.

A shiver runs up my spine from the sensation.

"Is there an occasion?"

"It's a tradition before someone leaves the house for a mission," I nod my head against his chest as I stare blankly at the wall.

Tomorrow we would leave for Mexico and everything would start to fall into place.

If things go right, Ricardo would be dead by the end of the week.

Reaching his hand down to my chin he lifts my head off his chest to look into his eyes.

I see the sparkle behind them as he tries to read my expression.

Tired of his inspection, I lean in and place my lips on his. Immediate he responds by wrapping his arms around me and pulling my body flush against his while our lips move in sync.

His kiss is bruising but passionate, like he couldn't get enough of me and wanted to brand the feeling of my lips against his into his mind.

My hand moves upwards to his hair and gives it a light tug.

A deep groan escapes his throat before he bends down and scoops my thighs up in his hands. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist in a tight grip.

My back soon collides with the cold concrete wall, and my butt presses against the metal table.

My nails scrap his back to pull him closer as he leans into my every touch.

His teeth scrap the skin of my collar bone, releasing a moan from me before I can stop it.

My head falls backward to give him more access as his hands move to the hem of my shirt. He swiftly pulls it over my head and throws it on the floor.

"God you are beautiful," He says in a husky voice before his lips collide with mine again.

My hands reach for the buttons on his pants as his do the same to mine.

My body was screaming for him and the longer I had to wait the more my panties filled with my juices.

Pulling his member from his pants I begin to slightly stroke his erection.

Now his head leans back as a groan escapes his sexy lips and lust fills his eyes, turning them a darker shade.

"Get over here," He says and pulls my pants off my legs, leaving my bare thighs on the cold metal table. He pulls my legs to the edge of the table and steps between them as our lips find each other. His hand reaches between us and he positions his erection against my soaking opening.

"Ti scoperò così forte che tutta la casa ci ascolterà e conosce la tua miniera," He mutters into my ear with his husky voice that causes my thighs to shake. (**Translation- I'm going to fuck you so hard so the whole house hears us and knows you are mine**)

Without a second of hesitation, he thrusts deep inside of me in one quick move. My head falls back with a moan of pleasure while his hands play with my breasts.

He gives me a second to adjust as he teases my nipple between his fingers. I give him a nod and he starts to move his hips.

"Are you okay?" He asks against my neck as he places soft kisses.

"Never better," I say looking up at him through my eyelashes. "Now fuck me harder."

A smirk plays across his mouth before his hips start pounding into me hard and fast.

My toes begin to curl within seconds and I open my legs more for him as I hold myself up with my hands.

"Massimo!" I yell out when his fingers find my clitoris and start rubbing in with my juices. My eyes see stars as my hips move to meet his, allowing him to reach deeper into me.

"Take all of me, neonata," He grunts. "Take it like the good girl you are and cum for me." (**Translation- baby girl***)

With the help of his praises, I immediately fall apart.

My legs shake and my insides constrict as a loud moan escaped my lips while stars fill my eyes.

He quickly falls over the edge with me and fills me with his cum, leaving my insides warm and dripping.

His head falls onto my shoulder as we pant into each other, sweat coating both our bodies.

After a few minutes of collecting ourselves, he slowly pulls out of me and places a kiss on my forehead while he pulls his pants up.

"Ti Voglio bene," He says against my forehead. A laugh escapes my lips as I look up at him.

"What does that mean?" I ask with a playful smile as he leans down and grabs my clothes from the floor. I slowly begin to get dressed while he looks over my body as if creating a mental image of me.

"It means I..."

He gets interrupted by the door opening and a few men walk in. I quickly cover my lady bits and Massimo steps in front of me to shield my body.

"Out," He orders in a deep voice. My eyes immediately snap to him before moving towards me and seeing my exposed state as I hold my shirt over my breasts. Thank God I had time to get my pants on.

All their heads snap to the floor and they rush out as if their asses were on fire.

"Sorry boss, we wanted to come find you to see if you were coming out back."

"We will be there shortly," I say to him while slipping my shirt over my head and standing from the table.

When the door closes our eyes connect again and we both break into laughter.

"We should head back there before they tell everyone what just happened," I say with a shake of my head, not able to contain the smile on my lips.

"Let them tell everyone. Then nobody will dare to make a move on you."

My eyebrow raises as I look at him with a teasing stare. "It sounds to me like you are jealous Mr. Russo."

"You have no idea."