“Ryan found you, I will be there as soon as I can,” he says.
“Stay on the phone with me, please.”
“Okay. I am getting in the car now.”
I sit on the phone, surrounded by the carnage I created for I don’t know how long. Eventually, I hear tires screech outside.
“Are you here? Please say you are here, I don’t think I have any bullets left,” I whisper into the phone.
“I’m here.” I breathe a sigh of relief as I hang up the phone. “Holy shit, baby. Are you okay?” Albie says, climbing over the pile of bodies at the door.
I realize for the first time that I am still shirtless.
“I’m fine. More than fine.” He pulls me into his arms
“What did he do to you?”
“He touched me. I killed him before he could kill me. That was his plan. I just kept killing until no more came,” I say. Richey was like a cartoon villain, telling me his plan just before it gets foiled.
“You did good.”
“Will this start a war?” I ask, concerned for my new family.
“He started the war. I should call Joey and tell him to clean up his mess.”
“I don’t think Joey knows anything about this,” I respond.
“What makes you think that?”
“I overheard one of the guys in the car as we drove from the first place to here. He said that Joey could never find out this happened. Not until Richey was ready to take over.”
“Like Joey would ever let that happen.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Are you sure you are okay?” he asks concerned.
“So much better now.”
After Albie takes me home, I take a much-needed shower. I don’t think the coppery smell of blood will ever leave my nostrils. After the shower, I feel better and go from the bathroom to the bed.
“What did Joey say?” I ask getting under the covers.
“He thanked you for your assistance and asked if you were looking for a job,” he says. I laugh.
“Holy shit. What did you say?”
“That you have a job,” he says.
“Perfect.” I kiss him. Climbing on top of him, I continue kissing him. “I need you,” I say.
“You should rest,” he says, but I can feel his hard cock digging into my lower belly.
“You say that, but I don’t think you mean it,” I say laughing. I rise up and lower my pussy on him slowly. “God, you feel amazing,” I moan.
“Fuck. You are amazing. I can’t believe my luck that I met you. You are perfect.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too, Lolita.”
I will never stop loving him. This is my life now, and what a life it will be.
Epilogue
Alberto
Six Months Later
Five months ago, I married the love of my life. About a month after her slight killing spree as we like to joke, she told me we were having a baby. Is it any wonder though? I barely stopped fucking her long enough to sleep. Our wedding was a large, glamorous affair. Autumn understood that my parents needed to show us off and she embraced that. Her dress was gorgeous, but it looked even better on the floor if I am honest. We had just barely gone to bed when I hear it.
“Albie, fuck, it’s time,” she screams, shaking me awake me from a dead sleep and scaring the shit out of me.
“The fuck? It’s too early. Are you sure it’s not just indigestion?” I ask.
“Nope, my water broke,” she says casually. I jump outta bed so fast, but trip on the sheets. “Oh my God, Albie. Calm down,” she says laughing.
“Calm down? I don’t have time to calm down. We need to get to the hospital.”
“We’ve got time, baby.” She gets out of bed, naked since we fell asleep after I fucked her from behind about an hour ago.
“You are not giving birth to our son in this bed, Lolita.” She goes into the closet. Getting up from the mess of sheets and blankets, I dress quickly. Autumn comes out of the closet fully dressed. I grab the packed bag.
After grabbing my phone, I help her downstairs and into the car. Crews and his woman Addison are always near by. Leaving him in charge, we head off to the hospital.
Sixteen short hours later, our son Frankie was born. A bit small from being a little early, but perfect in every way. The second they placed him in my arms, I knew I would do anything to protect him. I know his fierce ass mama would too. In the short amount of time that I’ve known her, she has continually amazed me with how well she has taken to being a mobster’s wife. She has been by my side for every cleanup and the one kill I had since she killed Richey and his boys. She can do it all. I hate to imagine what my life would be like if I hadn’t gone into the club that night. My little Lolita has made me a better man. Every single thing I’ve done or ever will do is because of her. She’s ridiculously sexy, and a little bit vicious ray of sunshine when everything else around me is dull.