Epilogue Micah
Three months later
"What do you want tonight, Don Micah Delarosa?" my sexy wife whispers into my ear, her warm breath sending hot greedy shivers down my spine.
The moonlight streaming through our bedroom windows bathes her skin in silver, making her glow like she does in my dreams.
"I want you." My voice comes out rough with need, my fingers itching to touch her again.
Scarlett laughs, the sound low and sultry in the dim room. "You just took over the empire. You must want more than that." Her lips brush against my ear with each word, igniting sparks beneath my skin. No other woman has ever made me feel like this. As if my body could burst into flames from just her simple touch.
"No. I just want you." The truth of it burns in my chest, pure and consuming.
Today was the day. My father handed over the empire to me, and we had a big ceremony. It was a momentous event, but I was anxious to get Scarlett home for this moment. For time spent with her away from everyone, locked in our world of passion and longing. The weight of my new responsibilities melts away in her presence, leaving only my desire for her.
Scarlett walks around to face me, only wearing a thong and a pair of heels.
I had the privilege of stripping her down slowly, taking in the beauty of her naked body.
A sassy smile glides over her face as she undoes my tie and unbuttons my shirt, her nimble fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake. Then she backs me toward the bed, the mattress hitting the backs of my knees.
I sit on the edge, and the goddess climbs onto my lap, straddling me. Her skin is warm velvet against mine, her weight a delicious pressure against my aching cock.
The scent of her magnolia perfume mingles with the natural sweetness of her skin, making my head spin.
“What do you want me to do to you, Don Delarosa?”
“Ride me. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“Okay.” The smile that fills her beautiful face sucks me into her even more. She undoes my belt and I push down my pants, freeing my straining cock.
She slides down my length, taking me into her warm pussy, and I savor the pleasure on her face. Already I want to give her more, but I want her to fuck me first.
Her hips move slowly as she takes me deeper, then I’m buried to the hilt, balls deep and losing my mind as she bounces up and down on my lap.
I live for these moments and the best parts are when we devour each other all night.
Tonight is one of those nights and it runs into the next day.
I only get out of the bed when Brahm visits. The silk sheets slide off my skin as I rise, still warm from Scarlett's touch. I had a feeling he was going to stop by because of yesterday's event.
I still don't have an answer from him yet about the underboss position, meaning I still don't have an underboss.
This is the first time in history that a boss has been chosen without one. But I was happy to wait regardless of Brahm’s answer, patience being a virtue I've learned to embrace.
I find him out on the terrace smoking a cigar, the rich scent of tobacco hanging thick in the afternoon air. He's sitting at the wicker table, the chair creaking softly beneath his weight. Storm clouds gather on the horizon, casting shadows across the manicured lawn.
Brahm looks at me when I approach, his dark eyes calculating. He keeps his gaze trained on me as I sit and grab a Cohiba cigar from the humidor on the table.
I hold it out so he can light it up when he raises his lighter, the flame dancing in the sunlight. Then I sit back and stare at him, waiting for him to start talking, tension coiling in my muscles.
"How does it feel, boss? You're finally in charge." He takes a drag on his cigar and blows out a ring of smoke that dissipates in the humid air. His voice carries an edge I can't quite place.
"To be honest, it doesn't feel that different, but I know I can unleash the no-holds-barred version of me now."
He smirks, then seriousness returns to his face. "My answer is yes."
I sit forward, my interest piqued. "Yes?"
"I'll take the underboss position." The words hang between us like smoke.
I smile back at him, relief loosening the knot in my chest. "Jesus, Brahm, you really kept me waiting."
"I needed to. In the same breath, I have to let you know that I'm heading to Boston." He's not smiling anymore.
My skin prickles with awareness. "What's going on?"
"I finally have a lead." His fingers tighten around his cigar.
"What kind of lead?"
"The kind that involves a girl caught in a spiderweb of malice and wrath. It appears she and her father may have been involved in the plot to kill my family." Each word drops like ice into my veins.
"Who is her father?"
"Vincent Romano. The leader of the Enclave."
The intel sends a chill down my spine despite the humid air.
He holds my stare and I realize more pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place, clicking together like a loaded chamber.
This was the reason Brahm’s father didn't want to dig any deeper. My mouth goes dry at the implications.
But leader or not, I know Brahm. That won't stop him. Besides, the determination radiating from him is almost palpable.
"What do you need me to do?" The words come out rough with anticipation.
Brahm smiles. "Want to check out Boston with me?"
I nod, adrenaline already coursing through my veins. "Yeah. I can do that."
"Perfect. I just need help to set up a few things there, then I'm good to be on my own."
"Sure. When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow."
Looks like I'm in for one hell of a trip. Malice and wrath and a secret society no one wants to fuck with. The promise of vengeance makes my blood sing.
And I'm game.