Don't You Know

“You look beautiful, Giada,” Fawn says, bringing me back to the present.

“Thanks Fawn. You look great too.”

“You ready to get married?”

“So ready,” I tell her, pulling her into a hug.

“I can’t wait to marry Fabrizio,” she breathes.

“Just do it. Dad can’t do anything, Fawn. He’s got no real power here. Our men have it all. We are going to be the queens of New York; you know that don’t you?”

“Will we?”

“Definitely,” I tell her.

“Okay. If you say so.”

“I know so, baby sister. I know so.”

My father walks me down the aisle to Jimmy and God am I glad to see him. I am so glad

I didn’t pull my veil over my face. I can see him clearly and I can see the way that he’s looking at me. It’s been twelve hours since I saw him last and he looks handsome as hell in his velvet piped black tuxedo.

“You look beautiful,” he says, leaning in close to me.

“Do you know that you have blood on your shirt?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Just a little business before the service. It’s fine now,” he says chuckling.

“I bet,” I whisper.

“I love you,” he says before the priest begins.

“I love you, too,” I reply. Never have I spoken truer words.

A short ten minutes later, we are married. From the moment I met him, everything has been such a whirlwind. Maybe now our lives can slow down, but something tells me that won’t be the case. Either way, I know I am where I am supposed to be.

Epilogue

Jimmy

Two Years Later

I look down the long dining room table at my wife. She’s holding court at her end of the table. Our home in the Hamptons is where we spend the summer. I watch as a two-bit congressman tries to touch my wife’s hand, but she smoothly avoids it. She knows I won’t tolerate another man touching what’s mine. Had he succeeded in touching her, I wouldn’t have hesitated in killing him and she knows that. Effortlessly, she steers the conversation towards the congressman’s pregnant wife. Since she’s pregnant too, I’m sure they have a lot to talk about. What kind of asshole flirts with another woman in front of his pregnant wife? I should kill him anyways and free his wife from his piggish ways.

“Jimmy, have you spoken to Duncan Kelly?” Richard, my second in command says from his place on my right.

“No business tonight, Rich.” I say, setting my cloth napkin down on the table.

“Of course, Jimmy,” he says, continuing to eat.

My brother-in-law, Fabrizio Vitali is on my left. He chuckles at something his wife says, causing me to smile. The wait staff serves the second course. I look up when I hear Giada’s tinkling laugh. Her eyes meet mine and I signal for her to follow me.

In the hallway, I grip her arm and drag her into the half bathroom.

“What are you doing, Jimmy?” she asks after I turn to face her. I kiss her pouty lips until she moans. I bit her bottom lip as I pull away from her.

“I needed you,” I say, pulling her closer to me by her waist.

“Did you now? It couldn’t wait another two hours?”

“No. You feel this?” I ask, grinding my dick on her ass.

“Uh-huh,” she says, nodding.

“Well, it definitely couldn’t wait,” I say pulling her short black dress up over her ass. I pull her sheer black panties down her legs and put them into my pocket. Opening my slacks, I pull my dick out and run it along the crack of her ass, before kicking her legs apart and sliding into her pussy. “Fuck,” I hiss as she squeezes her muscles around me. I grip my hand around her long ponytail and move her head back so that I can kiss her again while fucking into her.

“Jimmy, come on. Hurry. Make me cum,” she whispers as I let her hair go and reach around the front of body and rub her clit while I fuck deeper and deeper into her.

“Come for me, Giada. Come on my dick,” I whisper in her ear.

She comes apart for me, whisper-screaming my name.

“Jimmy. Don’t stop,” she begs, knowing how I feel about that. I slap her ass and fill her with my seed before pulling out of her. I pull her dress down and tuck myself back into my pants.

Hand in hand we walk back out to the dining room, where Fawn speaks up.

“Everything okay, Gigi?”

“Oh yeah. The nanny had an issue with Jimmy Junior,” she lies. “But everything is okay now.”

“Right. The nanny,” Fawn says laughing.

We sit back down and finish our meal. After the guests leave, we check on JJ and head to bed ourselves.

I’ll forever be thankful that she was outside that hot summer day and that she came with me without an issue. Not that would have stopped me.