Taking Care Of The Mobster

“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “I’m just so happy. You don’t need to get anyone for now. I just want to be with you. Like this. For as long as I can.”

Carlos raises our joined hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. “We have forever to be with each other. If you’ll have me, that is.

“What are you saying?” I ask hesitantly.

“Will you marry me, Abby Smith?” Carlos says, holding my gaze gently. “Please.”

“What an unconventional proposal,” I say with a happy laugh. “I don’t even get to dress up and look pretty.”

“You are perfect just the way you are,” Carlos tells me. “To me, you’ll always be the most beautiful woman in the world. So what do you say about being my wife?”

I nod enthusiastically. “I say...Yes!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Carlos

Abby is my everything, and I shudder to think what could have happened to her. I always knew deep down she was meant to be mine from the moment I saw her, no matter what. I didn’t know what love was before I met her. I’ve never met anyone so warm and thoughtful in my life.

Being on the wrong side of the law for so long, I was accustomed to women who only wanted what I could give them. My money, of course, and the notoriety of being a mobster’s wife.

That’s why I chose the single life, no one appealed to me until I met Abby. I knew, deep down, that she would turn out to be my perfect mate, and she is.

After our first time together, the deal was sealed. No one thrilled me like she did and still does. I think about her in everything I do.

She’s consented to marry me, and I want it to be as soon as possible. We can begin an entirely new life together. I want a family with three or four kids or more. A house full of love, something I didn’t have when I was growing up.

I will show my wife and my children all the love and protection they deserve, and I will be the best father I can be.

There’s nothing in this world I want more.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Carlos

I can’t take my eyes off my wife. It’s been over two months since we got married and each day feels like a new blessing. Our love grows stronger by the day, and I can’t even imagine life without her in it.

“Thank you for making dinner,” Abby says, smiling up at me. She pauses and tilts her head, studying my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I love you,” I say with a chuckle. “I just love you. More than life itself.”

I watch Abby’s face bloom happily like a flower in the sun. “I know, Carlos. And I love you, too. Forever. If you’re done eating, I have something for you...upstairs.”

My heart jumps happily at her words. I push back my chair and stand quickly. “I’m done, honey. Let’s go!”

Abby chuckles, shaking her head at me. “You’ve barely even finished your food, Carlos.”

I laugh and scoop her out of her chair. “You’re all I want for dinner,” I say to my laughing wife.

I carry her up the stairs into our bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, lowering myself over her. I seal my lips over hers in a slow kiss, gently cupping her face with one hand while I run the other down the curve of her luscious breast.

The thought of sinking slowly into her warm snugness has me thickening with desire. My tongue delves into her mouth, and I deepen the kiss, enjoying the feel of her soft yet firm breast in my palm that fits perfectly.

Abby makes a sound between a laugh and a moan. “Wait, baby,” she says, pushing gently against my chest.

“I can’t, my love,” I murmur, nibbling on her lower lip. “Other things can.”

“This can’t,” Abby insists with a small chuckle. “I bet you’ll love what I’m about to show you.”

“Does it involve taking off these damn clothes you have on and sitting your ass on my face?” I ask, grinning wickedly down at her. As expected, my wife colors up prettily and hits my shoulder in reproach. I laugh and swoop in to capture her lips in a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I say with an unapologetic smile. “A man wants what a man wants. So what is it you want to show me? You’ve been excited ever since you got back from your shift at the hospital.”

“You need to get off me for me to actually show you,” Abby says, shaking her head at me.

I sit up hesitantly, tampering down on the raging desire to be inside of her. I want to take her fast from behind while smacking her ass until she squirts around me. Then, I want to make love to her slowly while watching her face in the dim lights. I want to whisper dirty words of adoration into her ears until she screams her love for me.