“I miss you,” I tell him.
“What do you miss?” he asks, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it away.
“Your cock,” I answer, setting my glass down on the counter.
“You missed this dick?” He opens his pants and pulls his dick out, jerking it. I lick my lips and nod like a crazy person. “Get over here,” he demands. I practically run the few feet that’s between us. He leans his head down and kisses me. “Get in our bed, now.” I take off down the hallway like a fire has been lit under my feet. I position myself in the middle of our bed. By the time he makes it to the bedroom he’s just as naked as I am. He climbs on the bed and teases me with his dick. Just when I think he’s going to slide into me, he stops. Leaning down, he kisses me again, then moves his lips down my neck to my chest. He pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it hard then soothing it with his tongue. Then he moves to the other and does the same before continuing down my body. He lifts my legs in the air and spreads them wide before diving face first into my pussy. He groans as he tastes me.
“Don’t keep this from me again. I about died without you,” he admits, and I feel bad about that.
“I won’t,” I promise.
Then he’s inside of me and all is right with the world again.
Later on, I find myself sitting around a table with Axel, who has finally warmed up to me and Saffron. Diezal is next to me, and we are one big happy family.
“I am glad we are all here,” D says. He pulls a ring out of his pocket. I meant to give you this last week.” He puts the ring on my finger. “I did it all wrong. I needed you tied to me, so I rushed getting married. Will you marry me again in front of our family and friends?”
“Yes. Of course,” I say, throwing my arms around his neck.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and D and Axel share a look. Axel gets up and answers the door, since we are at his place.
“Dad?” I say, shocked as hell. I clutch D, praying to all things holy that everything will be okay.
“Where is she, the punta?” he demands, looking right at me.
“Luciana. That miserable cunt has ruined me.”
“Is she dead?” I ask, suddenly afraid that the only mother I’ve ever known is dead.
“She’ll wish to hell she was when I find her, but you’ll do since you’re here.”
“How did you even find me?”
“Someone posted a picture of you on the internet. You should be more careful when you’re in hiding.” With that, he draws a gun from his pocket. He’s not fast enough though. Axel has a gun out and shoots him, right in the head. Good riddance, asshole.
No one gets a chance to say anything before lights and sirens fill the yard in front of the house.
“Bell?” Diezel asks, looking confused.
“We got a tip that this fuck was in town,” he says, leaning down and checking my father for a pulse. “Was being the operative word.” I laugh out loud like a crazy person. Man, I am all over the place today.
“My aunt? Diezal, we have to find her.”
“I’m right here,” she says, coming into the house super dramatically like the matriarch on my favorite telenovela.
“Tia!” I shout, getting up from the table and running over to her. “You’re alive.”
“Of course, I’m alive. I see that my brother is not. He was ruining our family. I had to get out of there. Surely, you understand that.”
“Of course. What happened?”
“He ran the family business into the ground. He was doing things, selling little girls who didn’t need to be sold, things that would make my father and grandfather roll over in their graves. He was a vile piece of shit who deserved nothing but this end,” she says, spitting on his body.
“Who is this?” I ask, gesturing to the tall man who is standing by her side, holding her elbow.
“This is Lawrence Bell. I met him when he was with the FBI about two years ago. I’ve been giving him information on your father since then.
“Oh?”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Montero. I currently liaise with the Moosehead Police Department from the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension.
“That’s Mrs. Del Vecchio,” I say, correcting him. “But that sounds like a cool job.”
“You got married?” My aunt asks.
“I did. This is Diezal, my husband and the father of my babies.” Diezal steps forward and extends his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Ma’am.”
“Luciana will be fine.”
“If it makes you feel any better, we haven’t celebrated yet. We’re getting married again,” I say quickly.
“Soon,” Diezal says, and we all laugh.