Francesca #2
People eventually turned back to their conversations. It didn’t seem like my dad or Lorenzo had noticed anything because of how deeply absorbed they were in whatever they talked about.
I addressed Wolfe in a whisper. “You need to calm down.”
“I don’t calm down.”
I saw a doorway that led to a hallway in the church, so I left the nave and stepped through the doorway to another part of the church that was lined with windows. No one was in this corridor, so I walked a short distance away then turned around.
He was right in my face, towering over me, so close it seemed like he might kiss me if he weren’t so pissed off.
“What the hell was that?”
“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot him.”
“In a church?”
“Like I give a damn,” he snarled. “Why didn’t you tell him about me?”
“How could I do that?” I snapped. “How could I say I have a boyfriend if that’ll get back to my father—”
“Fuck this.” He stormed off and headed back toward the doorway.
“What are you doing?” I called after him.
“I’m gonna tell him.” He turned back to me. “I’m going to tell him in front of everyone and God, and if he has a problem with it, I’ll shove him in that fucking coffin next to Edoardo.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He turned toward the doorway that led back to the church.
“Wolfe, stop.”
He ignored me.
“I said, stop.”
“I’m done with this.”
I had to run in my heels to catch him before he walked into the church and cornered my father at the worst possible time.
Not only would my father be unhappy, but he would be humiliated by Wolfe and feel disrespected by his doing this on such a difficult day for him.
I grabbed him by the arm and tried to jerk him back, but it was like tugging on a wall. “Wolfe.”
He started to drag me with him.
“Wolfe, listen to me,” I said in a panic. “Please.”
That word had some kind of hold on him because he stopped dragging me across the floor and turned back to me.
But nuclear explosions were still going off in his eyes.
I couldn’t imagine being an enemy to this man, because I was the woman in his bed and I was even scared of him. “We agreed we would tell him together.”
“Alright, here we go.”
“Wolfe. This is not the right time.”
“That asshole wouldn’t have come close to you if he’d known you were mine. That entire room deserves to know that you’re mine. You expect me to fucking stand there while some little boy goes up to bat and tries to hit a home run on my woman?”
“Look, nothing happened.”
“My woman. My property. Nobody—and I mean fucking nobody—trespasses on my property. You set foot on my front lawn, and you get a bullet in your head. You break the lock on my door and try to get inside, you’ll choke on my knife. Same fucking transgression.”
“He didn’t know—”
“Exactly.” He moved forward, forcing me backward as he started to back me up toward the windows.
“Because you keep me on this goddamn leash. It’s bullshit, and I’m fucking sick of it.
Don’t act like you wouldn’t have lost your fucking mind if some woman had tried to get my dick and I’d just played along. ”
“I didn’t play along.”
“I’m your man.” He slammed his fist into his chest. “And you should have told him that—proudly.”
“I am proud, Wolfe. You need to calm down because you can’t see straight right now—”
“You can’t see straight,” he snapped. “My mind is perfectly fucking clear.”
“Look, listen to me. We have one shot at this.” I held my finger. “And I’m not dragging my feet—”
“All you’ve done is drag your feet—”
“Shut your mouth while I’m talking.”
He immediately clenched his jaw, and there was a flash in his eyes, rage mixed with something else.
“I’m not dragging my feet,” I repeated. “I’m waiting for the right moment for a reason, okay? Because this is not just a relationship to me. This…you…it’s really fucking important to me.”
He still looked furious, but he was focused on my words rather than being argumentative with his own.
“This is the real deal.” I knew where this relationship was headed even though I was driving with my eyes closed.
I knew the destination before the journey.
Knew he was the man I wanted for the rest of my life even though he was fucking crazy.
“I can’t live without either of you, so it’s absolutely imperative that this goes well.
” I lowered my voice until it was a whisper.
“Okay?” My eyes shifted back and forth between his.
“And if you go in there right now like a maniac…that’s a death sentence. ”
He inhaled a slow breath and released it as something between a sigh and a growl. Then his hand moved to my face, and his thumb softly grazed my cheek before his fingers slowly slid into my hair.
The second I felt him touch me, I felt the tide of relief wash over me.
I closed my eyes, moving my fingers to his wrist, and felt his slow and steady pulse against my skin.
Then I felt his lips on mine, kissing me softly and passionately in that church, his caresses loving and gentle, his fingers sliding farther into my hair.
I should stop him because it would be so easy to get caught like this, but his kiss was like a drug that inhibited all the processes in my brain. I got swept away, felt my hands and feet go numb as I surrendered myself to him.
Then he pulled away, his face just inches from mine. “You can’t live without me?” His eyes were locked on mine, and he had this indescribable magnetic hold on me that was ironclad.
I shook my head slightly, his palm supporting the back of my head. “No.”
A possessiveness moved into his eyes, flags of victory rose in his stare, and he released a quiet moan in satisfaction.
He released the back of my head and grabbed my hand. “Come on.”
I let him pull me, unsure where we were headed.
He moved to the nearest door with a sign that read Chapel, opened it and peeked inside before he pulled me with him.
It looked like a room where they had small lectures and readings, three rows of chairs facing a lectern. Maybe twenty people could fit inside.
He locked the door behind us, and the second I heard the click, I knew what he was up to.
“This is a church.”
A table was positioned against the wall, and he scooped me up and set me on the edge.
“Wolfe.”
He got his pants undone quicker than I’d ever seen him and dropped them to below his ass.
“God is welcome to watch.” His hands moved up my dress and grabbed my black thong, tugging it down until it hung off one ankle.
Then he pulled me to the edge where he wanted me, my bent knees tucked into his sides, and he entered me with one single thrust.
I stifled the moan that ripped from my mouth…and I was lost.
He fucked me hard on that table, a piston from a semi working furiously to split me clean in two, grunting and moaning like it was the first time he’d gotten to have me.