22. Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
WHY DID SHE MISS ME
Aaliyah
As soon as we made it up the stairs of the plane, I walked straight to the bedroom. I kicked off my heels, and as I laid back on the bed, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands over them, trying to soothe the burning sensation of weariness. I was so tired. Tired of killing, although I knew it had to be done. Just tired of fighting just to be with the person I loved.
It had been a whirlwind of events over the past few days, leaving me feeling exhausted. We had to eliminate Tony’s mother, her lover, and in a few hours, we would take care of the mastermind behind all this chaos. And not to mention we’d have to make sure Agent Grasso was taken care of as well, especially when he found out that his grandfather was dead. Then we had to tackle the most dangerous out of all of them—the Ghost. Because she wouldn’t give up until the contract was fulfilled. Everyone at the meeting knew that we were all living on borrowed time, and she needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.
Tony kneeled down before me, his hands cradling my foot as he planted a soft kiss on it before beginning to massage. I couldn’t help but groan as I felt the overwhelming sensation. The man could work wonders with his hands.
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked. “I can get the chef to prepare us something.”
I shook my head. “I’m not hungry right now,” I said even though I should eat. It’ll take a little over three hours to get to Italy and I was sure we wouldn’t have time to do anything other than plan on how to deal with Salvatore Grasso.
“Why do you think she missed me?” I asked. Tony’s movements stopped briefly at my question before he resumed my foot massage. “We know that I was the target that day.”
Since we found out the Ghost was the one who took the shots that killed Papa Rizzo and Laney, that question had been plaguing me. If it was any other person, I would have said it was a mistake that Laney was shot instead of me. However, the Ghost did not miss. It was one of the reasons she gained such notoriety and was one of the most sought out killers. Clean and efficient. Even the head of every major criminal organization, including Antonio, had used her services at some point. What happened at our wedding wasn’t clean or efficient.
So why did she miss me?
Antonio placed one foot on the ground, then delicately lifted the other one and pressed his lips against it. “I’m not sure, Aaliyah.” He sighed. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t even thought about it, because I’m just happy that she did miss.”
His rough fingertips grazed over my ankles before tracing a path back down to the heel of my foot.
“But she killed your father. She killed Laney.”
He lowered my foot to the ground and then settled himself on the bed next to me. He took hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss on my knuckles.
“Do I miss them both?” he asked. “I do. Laney didn’t deserve to die. She was a wonderful woman. I think she would have been good for Alessandro, and he seemed to have loved her very much. And you know how I feel about my father. With all that said, I’m still glad it wasn’t you. I wouldn’t have survived if it was you who died instead of them.”
I rolled over, propped up on my elbow, and gazed at my husband. He had endured so much heartache these past few months.
With a tender touch, I brushed the strands of his hair aside, allowing his eyes to meet mine. “I’m sorry.”
I could tell he was puzzled as he looked at me, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What for?”
“I’m sorry that you’re having to deal with all this because of me.”
It was the truth. All we wanted was to be together. If I had just given him up, his parents would still be alive, and he wouldn’t have lost the most important person in his life. His father.
“I don’t regret anything, Aaliyah. My mother can burn in Hell. She deserved to die for betraying me and my father. And even though I do miss my father, his death had nothing to do with you. It was going to happen, eventually.”
“But why do you think she chose not to kill me?”
“I have no idea, but I don’t think it was by accident. The Ghost does not miss. Laney and my father were meant to die that day.”
“I think so too. But the question remains if I was the target, which we know is the case, I shouldn’t be here today. I can understand targeting your father, but Laney?”
He sighed. “Once we take care of Salvatore Grasso, then we will focus on finding the Ghost. Right now, I want to just focus on us. I’d like to fuck my wife.”
“I’d like that very much my husband.” I said, unable to hide the smile in my voice.
It had been a while since we’d been intimate. Something was always going on or something had to be done. It was rare we got alone time with each other. We definitely needed to take advantage of it while we had the chance because once we touched down in Italy it was all work and no play.
He crawled on top of me, his weight pressing down as he nestled between my legs. I ran my hands through his hair, and he briefly closed his eyes before his mouth hungrily descended on mine. As he pinned my hands above my head, a rush of desire overwhelmed me, intensified by the trail of his kisses down my neck.
“You have too many clothes on, Aaliyah,” he said, pulling at the silk dress shirt I had on.
Chuckling, he let my hands go so I could start undoing my shirt. “I can say the same about you.”
With a smirk on his face, he climbed off of me. Slowly, he started to undress, his movements hesitant as he stood at the foot of the bed. As I propped up on my elbows, I couldn’t help but admire my husband’s strong, muscular body as he discarded his shirt, letting it cascade to the floor. There wasn’t a spot on him that wasn’t covered in tattoos, and I wanted to lick every one of them.
“You like what you see?” he asked, revealing his bare, toned physique as he discarded his dress slacks and black boxer briefs.
His long, thick cock popped free, jutting up towards his stomach. With a firm grip, he moved his hand up and down his shaft, gathering the slick pre-cum that formed at the tip.
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
“You still have too many clothes on, my love.”
He continued to move his hand up and down his cock.
I stood from the bed then stepped closer to him as I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor. He continued to pump his cock; his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Next, I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, along with my panties, before stepping out of them.
Fire blazed in his eyes as he perused my body from my head to my feet. “Hands and knees, Bella .”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I sauntered over to the bed, adding a subtle sway to my hips that elicited a deep groan from him. I crawled onto the bed with my ass in the air and looked over my shoulder. He walked to me still gripping his cock and position himself at my entrance. Without any more words he grabbed my hips and thrusted into me. I grasped at the sheets as he pounded into me.
There had been times Tony would make love to me, worship my body like it was the last time he’d ever experience intimacy with me, then there were times like these. Where he’d fuck me until my voice was hoarse from how much I screamed. When he was stressed, he took no mercy on my body, and I absolutely loved it.
“Who do you belong to, Bella ?”
As he mercilessly fucked me, his hand found its way to my shoulder, adding a possessive touch.
“You!” I shouted, the sound reverberating off the walls.
A dark chuckle escaped from him. “Are you sure baby because I can’t hear you?”
“Tony... I...” I stammered, my words stumbling out incoherently.
I couldn’t even form a complete sentence he was fucking me so good.
“You what, Bella ?” As he leaned over my back, his touch on my clit sent shivers down my spine, intensifying with each of his fast and hard thrusts.
“Baby... I’m coming!” I screamed as my legs started trembling beneath me.
“Fuck, Bella . I can feel your pussy choking my cock,” he groaned, his movements becoming more erratic as he released inside me.
He released a deep breath as he pulled out of me. I rolled onto my back, and he flopped down beside me and pulled me into his embrace. I nestled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace, and he planted a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
“I love you , Bella . No matter what happens don’t ever forget that.”
I tried to sit up, but he tightened his hold on me. I didn’t like that he sounded like something terrible was going to happen to him.
“I love you too, my love.”