Silvestro is not used to repeating things. He never repeats his orders, and if he wasn't heard, he would simply put a bullet between the eyes of anyone who disrespected him. Silvestro wasn't used to going back to the same woman twice. Three times. And the fourth time is usually when they call for marriage.

"Gattina. You have all the power over me in your gentle hands."

But that doesn't mean Silvestro wasn't used to violating his principles. You were the exception to the rule. An exception that Silvestro loved and cherished. His feet carried him here, to you in his arms, as if magnetically drawn to this cozy little house. And while his hands squeezed your thighs and his nose nuzzled into your belly, you had time to rest. Silvestro was a criminal, but he had a big heart! For you, of course, topolina.

"My dolcezza. Say something. Let me hear your voice."

Raising his head, Silvestro looked into your eyes as he continued to kneel in front of you. And in his eyes was nothing but adoration and passion.