28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight
F*CK THE PAIN
Antonio
Six weeks later...
Despite the excruciating agony, I had to keep it under control. I swallowed a few painkillers, but I could still feel the pain persisting. Despite the pain, I had shit that needed to be handled.
Aaliyah had been on my ass about completely healing before I jumped back into the swing of things, but I refused to do that, especially since that bitch attacked us at the hospital in Italy and that I had lost some good men. And I could have lost my wife. My world. Now it was time to end this shit. She took the time to taunt my wife. She had gotten too close to Aaliyah, and it pissed me off.
“Do we have any updates on Agent Grasso?” I asked as I shifted in my office chair.
I knew I was moving too fast, but I wanted this shit over with. I wanted to heal in peace and not wonder when this bitch or that motherfucker would try to come for my family.
“No, but it’s only a matter of time,” Luca said. “He didn’t show up to his grandfather’s funeral, but he’s bound to show his face sooner rather than later.”
“He knew we’d go after him there if he showed up,” I said, and the others nodded in agreement.
It was a relief to know that Luca had made it out alive from the shootout. Aaliyah and Franco thought his injuries were severe, but he was already out of the hospital by the time I was discharged.
“I want to take the fight to him,” I said, the determination evident in my voice, but before I could finish my thoughts, the door to my office flung open and in walked my beautiful wife. My very beautiful, angry wife.
No matter what she wore, men’s gazes in the room immediately fixated on her. Today’s outfit consisted of black leggings, one of my t-shirts, and a cozy pair of socks. Framing her beautiful natural face, her hair formed a stunning halo of tightly coiled curls. And I wanted to wrap my hands in them while I fucked her from behind.
Luca, Franco, and the other soldiers jumped to their feet. If I could without feeling like shit, I would too, but I stayed seated and watched as my beautiful wife owned the room. They respected her and I couldn’t be prouder.
“Gentlemen,” Aaliyah said as she reached my desk.
The raging fire in her eyes done nothing but made my cock hard. I hadn’t fucked my wife since the day before I was shot, and it was killing me. When I wanted to touch her, she’d stop me because of my injuries, saying that I wasn’t ready. Despite feeling some discomfort, I knew relief was just a pill away. I wanted to fuck my wife. I believed not being able to, was also what had me so fucking moody.
As she glared at me, I struggled to resist the intense desire to take her, bend over the edge of my desk, and make her scream my name.
“Donna,” their voices echoed in perfect harmony, snapping me out of my thoughts.
After she kissed me, she gracefully settled into the chair next to me. I expected her to tear me a new one, but she didn’t. I would get that once this meeting was over.
“Have there been any updates on the Ghost?” I asked, taking hold of Aaliyah’s hand, and intertwining our fingers.
A sigh escaped her lips. “Nothing. I’ve contacted the others, and they haven’t had any luck either. But I did get an alert on Agent Grasso.”
“You did?” I asked.
She hadn’t said anything before now.
She gave a nod. “That’s why I came to talk to you, but I didn’t find you in our bedroom where you are supposed to be,” she said, pursing her lips.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. She was angry and I would definitely suffer the consequences of staying in my office instead of being in bed.
It seemed like she could read my mind as she rolled her eyes. “He just landed in Chicago not even an hour ago,” she said. “Here’s the address.”
“Luca, Franco, Giovanni, go pick him up. Make sure no one sees you.”
Luca quickly snatched the address from Aaliyah’s hand, and then they all left.
I shifted my focus to the other men in the room. “Double security. I want a report on the hour every hour.”
The remaining men nodded and then departed. As the door closed, I sighed and massaged my temples.
“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” she asked, concern on her face.
“No,” I lied. “But I am horny.”
I rubbed my hard on through my dress slacks. She glanced from my face to my crotch. While I was honest about feeling horny, I kept the truth about the pain to myself to avoid her going on this long rant about not taking better care of myself. The painkillers would start working in just a few minutes, anyway. The searing pain would become a constant throbbing which I could handle.
Her eyes transformed from anger to lust, exactly as I had anticipated. It had been hard for her too. We never could keep our hands off each other so not being able to touch each other intimately was torture.
“I’m not above begging, Bella ,” I said with a wide grin.
I was willing to beg or plead, I didn’t care. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. Her lips wrapped around my dick.
“Tony...”
“Come on, Bella ,” I pushed away from the desk, giving her a better view of the tent of my pants. “I promise I’m good and what’s wrong with a little pain.”
As she stood up, she rolled her eyes. “Unbutton your pants.”
Like a giddy teenage boy about to fuck for the first time, I had never moved so fast in my life. Fuck the pain moving through me. Throbbing I could deal with. I couldn’t wait to feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.
I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my aching dick from my underwear. Precum was already gathering at the head. As I watched her shimmy out of her leggings and cute blue lace panties. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, my hand moving up and down my growing shaft.
As she approached me, naked from the waist down, I stopped her. “What?” she asked, a beautiful smile playing on her lips.
“The top too,” I said, motioning with my index finger.
She began taking off her T-shirt. “Slowly,” I said, stopping her momentarily before she continued, and remove my oversized shirt, then the blue lace bra that matched the panties.
I really enjoyed seeing her wearing my shirts. A very possessive feeling always came over me. It was more like a statement that she was mine instead of it being my shirts were more comfortable for her to wear. Or she liked the way I smelled.
“Couch, Mr. Rizzo,” she said, pointing to the dark brown leather couch I had in my office.
I stood up from the chair slowly, ensuring I didn’t show any signs of pain since she would stop this before it even started. I held up my pants and briefs just enough to walk safely to the couch, then sat down.
As she slowly approached me, hips swaying, I couldn’t help but groan. Slowly, she moved to straddle my thighs. I held her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, then lightly brushed my thumbs across her perky dark nipples, eliciting a shiver from her.
“If we do this, Tony, no moving. Let me do everything,” she said with her brow arched.
I wouldn’t argue. I’d take it whatever way she’d give it to me. She moved down onto my cock, and we both moaned with pleasure. Her eyes, brimming with lust, undoubtedly reflected my own. She swayed her hips, rising slightly before descending once more. It took everything in me not to fuck her from the bottom.
With my fingers digging into her hips, she slid up and down on top of me. “So, good,” I muttered, with my lip caught between my teeth, as I watched my stunning wife dominate me. Mind, body, and soul.
“I missed you,” she moaned as her pace sped up, her juices coating my cock and nuts.
“I missed you too, Bella .”
The sounds of our moans and the intoxicating scent of sex filled the room. I wasn’t worried about anybody interrupting us because from the sounds and curses coming from both of us, they knew what we were doing. And I would kill anyone who’d see her like this. It was one of the reasons I wanted to kill Grasso. Although he wanted to get under my skin by leering at my wife, I knew he wanted to fuck her just like any other man. She was mine. No one else would ever have her.
I gently took one of her breasts into my mouth, heightening her pleasure. Aaliyah’s sensitivity to my touch was one of the things I loved about her. She was the only woman I had been with who could achieve orgasm through nipple play, and as I kissed, sucked, and nibbled on them, I could feel her becoming more aroused. She was on the verge of coming.
As she bounced on my cock and quickened her rhythm, the familiar tingling spread from the base of my spine. The sounds of her wetness were like a symphony in my ears as her walls tightened around me. With her eyes closed, she threw her head back and screamed my name.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I yelled as I released inside her at the same time for what seemed like forever.
With her eyes closed, she pressed her forehead against mine as we both recovered from our euphoric state. These were the moments when I felt the closest to her. Our connection was unbreakable.
“I love you, Bella ,” I whispered, just relishing our closeness.
“I love you too, Tony,” she said, then pecking me on the lips.
“Stay,” I said when she tried to get up.
With a smile, she embraced me, and I held her tightly. The only thing on my mind when I was shot was her. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be alive. She was the reason I didn’t give up and embrace the darkness. Death was so close, but because of Aaliyah, I refused to leave this world with him.
Now it was time to deal with the shit of our reality. Now it was time to crush everyone who thought they could take her away from me, and me away from her.