Accardi by allison franklin novel

You Were My Favorite Hurt, And My Hardest Goodbye by Ava Knight 134 Summary In this chapter, Matteo and Gen share a tender and intimate moment, cherishing their limited time together before Matteo is abruptly taken away by guards. Despite the interruption, their affection remains clear, with Matteo teasing Gen and expressing his love even as he is handcuffed and led away. Gen's concern for safety is evident as she insists she won't meet with Michele unless Alessio is present. As Gen proceeds down the hallway, she faces an unsettling and inappropriate search by a guard named Donnie.

The situation escalates when Leo intervenes, allowing Gen to slap the guard in retaliation. Matteo, witnessing the violation, reacts fiercely, attacking the guard with his shackled hands and demonstrating his dangerous resolve. The confrontation ends with multiple guards restraining Matteo and dragging him away, highlighting the tense and hostile environment they are in. Later, Gen and Leo share a brief moment of levity as they walk through the lobby, discussing past experiences and the dynamics of their relationships.

However, the mood shifts when O'Brien unexpectedly arrives to escort Gen to an earlier-than-planned meeting with Michele. This sudden change raises alarm, especially since O'Brien will be her sole escort, leaving her vulnerable. Gen and Leo exchange worried glances, debating the trustworthiness of O'Brien and the wisdom of attending the meeting without Alessio. Despite her misgivings and the repeated warning not to meet Michele without Alessio, Gen reluctantly gets into O'Brien's car, aware of the risks but feeling she has little choice.

The chapter ends with a sense of foreboding as she embarks on this uncertain and potentially dangerous encounter. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four "Again," Matteo murmured softly against the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands pressing firmly yet tenderly against her hips. Gen shook her head gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "We only have a few minutes left." A playful grin spread across Matteo's face, his lips curling back to reveal his teeth as he looked down at her. "Just one more time.

It'll make me feel better," he pleaded, drawing her body even closer to his. "I've already done it four times," Gen replied, a hint of exhaustion in her tone. Matteo's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Fifth time's the charm." Gen rolled her eyes and sighed, finally securing the last button on his jumpsuit. She rested her hands flat against his chest, steadying herself. "I won't go anywhere with O'Brien unless I know Alessio is with Michele." "Thank you," he said, his smile growing wider. "Was that so hard?" She rose on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, lifting her slightly just as the kitchen timer rang out. Gen glanced at the timer bouncing on the table, silently wishing it could rewind and grant them five more precious minutes. Matteo gently nudged her chin back toward him and kissed her again. Her hands slid up his chest, tracing over his shoulders. Then, the door creaked open. "Dammit," Matteo muttered under his breath before a rough, pig-nosed guard grabbed him, twisting his arms and snapping handcuffs around his wrists. Despite the sudden interruption, Matteo grinned broadly at her.

Gen's warning was firm as she whispered, "Be good." His eyes roamed over her body as if trying to memorize every curve for the nights he wouldn't be able to see her. 17:51 Fri, Nov 7 GPG. Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four "No promises, Weakness," Matteo teased, winking as the guard pushed him toward the door. "One more time," he called out. Gen rolled her eyes at his retreating back. "I won't meet Michele unless Alessio is there." "I love you," he shouted over his shoulder. "I love you too," she replied softly. "Shut the fuck up, Accardi," the guard snarled, shoving him forward.

"Oh, come on, Piggy. Don't ruin the visit with my wife," Matteo whined, settling onto a bench. Gen walked down the dim hallway where Leo was waiting. The guard at the door stood to pat her down before she left. From this vantage point, she could still see Matteo and gave him a small wave. Then she noticed the pig-faced guard swaggering toward her. "I got this one, Bernie," the guard announced with a smirk. Alarm bells rang in Gen's mind as his eyes roamed over her with unsettling intensity.

She glanced warily at Matteo, who had lost his smile and was watching the scene with a dark, suspicious glare. "Take off your coat," the guard ordered, pulling on latex gloves. Gen crossed her arms defiantly. "I don't have to take my coat off. They didn't make me do that on the way in." "She'll keep the coat on," Leo agreed quietly. "Fucking right!" Matteo's voice echoed from the bench. Gen held the guard's gaze until he instructed her to turn around. She pivoted slowly and extended her arms as told. She felt his hands glide over the tops of her arms and underneath.

Then his touch moved to her sides, skimming downward. Disgust curled her lip as she took a step forward, shooting him a warning look. He rolled his eyes and motioned for her to hold her arms out again. Repeating the same motions, his hands traveled slowly down her body, lingering longer than necessary. Then, to her horror, his hands cupped her breasts. Before she could react further, Leo grabbed the back of the guard's head, holding him steady so Gen could deliver a sharp slap. "What the hell was that?" she yelled, voice trembling with anger.

"Yeah, Donnie, that was uncalled for," another guard said, clearly disapproving. Donnie smirked, still held by his hair. "Payback for my buddies." Leo shoved Donnie away. Gen turned to her husband, who sat unnervingly still. His dark eyes, narrowed and intense, were locked not on her but on the man who had just violated her. As Donnie moved back toward Matteo, seemingly oblivious to what he'd done, he motioned for Matteo to rise. Matteo stared up at him, jaw clenched, shoulders rigid. The guard motioned again.

Suddenly, Matteo's head snapped forward, colliding with the guard's face with a sickening crack. Donnie went down hard, but before he hit the floor, Matteo twisted his shackled wrists around the guard's neck, using the chains to choke him. It seemed the cafeteria stunt hadn't been enough to show what Matteo Accardi was capable of. Maybe it was Frankie who had done the real damage. The guard beside Gen and Leo sprinted to assist his colleagues in breaking Matteo's hold. As they tugged at his clothing, Matteo drove his knee into the guard's back and pushed harder, tightening the chain.

"Is he ever going to get out of here?" Gen asked Leo, watching the struggle. Leo laughed darkly, turning toward the exit. "Not if you keep visiting him." Gen watched until a smarter guard came in from the side like a linebacker, tackling Matteo to the ground. The sounds of grunts and sharp inhales filled the air amid the shouting. She shook her head as five guards finally managed to drag her husband down the hallway. Gen and Leo followed the signs back toward the lobby. "Did you have fun?" Leo asked, teasing. "Oh, so much fun.

You know how thrilling conjugal visits can be," Gen replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. Leo chuckled. "I do, actually." "You do?" Gen raised an eyebrow as he held the lobby door open for her. "Mhmm. Back when Lucy and I got together, she was arrested until I convinced the guy she assaulted to drop the charges." "Lucy? Lucy assaulted a guy?" Gen asked, surprised. They crossed the lobby, ignoring curious glances. "Yep. Nearly gouged his eyes out with a steak knife when he interrupted our first date." Gen gaped. "How did you get him to drop the charges?" Leo shrugged casually.

"Told him I'd quit if he didn't." Gen stopped walking. "Wow. Here I was thinking he was exaggerating how much she hates him." Leo chuckled darkly. "There's no exaggeration, I assure you." They resumed walking just as a sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb. The problem? It wasn't their ride. "Heyo!" O'Brien called from the passenger seat, blond hair shining in the afternoon sun. "What... O'Brien? What are you doing here?" Gen asked, holding her arm back to warn Leo. "I'm here to get you for the meeting with Michele," he announced casually.

Gen glanced at Leo, whose face had hardened into stone. "You said the meeting was tomorrow." O'Brien shrugged. "Michele's being neurotic and paranoid, so he asked me to move it up in case I'm 'planning something,'" he said air-quoting the last phrase. "He's expecting us in thirty minutes." Don't meet Michele unless Alessio is there. Don't meet Michele unless Alessio is there. Don't meet Michele unless Alessio is there. "Okay, Leo, did you need to make a call before we leave?" Gen asked, hoping her eyes conveyed the urgency. Leo opened his mouth, but O'Brien cut in.

"Actually, your fellow won't be coming with us." "What?" Both Gen and Leo said simultaneously. O'Brien slid his hands into his pockets, as if it were obvious. "I told you Michele only let me bring one person. I'm bringing you instead of my second. Leaving me completely vulnerable, I might add. Hope you're stronger than you look if shit hits the fan." Gen looked to Leo. "What do I do?" she whispered. Leo shrugged one shoulder. "Gin? You handled Michele well enough last time!" "I almost got shot in the head last time." "What are the chances of that happening twice in one month?

O'Brien will look after you." "Matteo said O'Brien is Michele's son," she whispered sharply. Leo's eyes widened as he looked toward O'Brien, leaning casually against his car. "Him? Really? I don't see it." "What do you mean, you don't see it?" she hissed. "O'Brien's a scoundrel, but devious enough to pull this off? I don't think so." Leo ran a hand through his jet-black hair, calculating the threat. "Galante's confidant told him that? Don't you think he could have lied?" "To Matteo?" Leo sighed. "I just don't see it." "You need to call Alessio. Do you have my tracker info?" Leo nodded.

"I can follow the SUV and when you get..." "What are you whispering about?" O'Brien suddenly appeared beside them, startling Gen. "Nothing," they answered in unison. O'Brien smiled broadly, pointing between the bodyguard and his charge. "You two are funny. Let's go, Mrs. Accardi." "Coming." Gen gave Leo one last look, and he nodded in understanding. She followed O'Brien to the car. He opened the back passenger door for her. At the door, she hesitated, the warning echoing in her mind: Don't meet Michele unless Alessio is there.

"Ah, fuck, here we go," she muttered under her breath, climbing into O'Brien's car without any protection. Conclusion This chapter captures the intense, fragile moments between Gen and Matteo, highlighting their deep connection amidst the harsh realities they face. Their brief, tender exchanges are laced with urgency and unspoken fears, underscoring the precariousness of their situation. Matteo's fierce protectiveness and Gen's cautious resolve reveal the strength of their bond, even as external forces threaten to tear them apart.