Epilogue
Mia
“ T ry and keep up, amore .”
Putting my helmet on, I get on the black bike and start it up, smiling at the throaty purr of the engine.
I hear Dario’s bike roar to life beside me, and when I look over, his face is concealed behind the dark helmet, but I know he’s grinning at me.
There’s no use denying this bike gets me off in the best way possible, and he knows it.
It’s not my fault, though. The piercing between my legs makes it impossible not to sometimes.
When he backs out of the garage, I follow him.
We’ve been living at his house since coming back, and I love being so close to Nat and the kids.
We get together for supper at least once a week, and my parents are thrilled to have us so close again.
Now that I’m officially a part of the Bratva with the Grim Reaper tattoo to prove it, I’m going to start working with Sasha in a few weeks.
Dario’s back to training me, and even though he’s as much of a hard ass as ever, I’m sticking with it and slowly getting my strength back.
My wound is fully healed, and I feel stronger than ever.
I nod to the guards on duty as we pass through the iron gate, and as soon as we hit the street, I rev the engine and follow my husband into the busy traffic.
Dario looks sexy as hell handling his Ducati, so I’m never without a good view when I ride behind him, but the sexiest thing about it is the way he always turns his head to look back and make sure I’m okay.
As soon as there’s room, I speed up and ride beside him, giving him a cutesy wave when he looks over.
I see his helmet bob, and I know he’s laughing as we race through the next light.
I’m not sure where he’s taking me, but when we get to a familiar part of town, I look back over at him, wondering if he’s taking me where I think he is.
Sure enough, after a few more turns and weaving around cars, he pulls in front of Benny’s with me right behind him.
Cutting the engine and pulling my helmet off, I look over and say, “Seriously?”
He puts his helmet on his seat and walks over to me. “You didn’t really think I was going to let this go, did you?” Leaning closer, he cups my face and kisses me. “That man saw your pussy before I did, and I’ll never forgive him for it.”
“Be nice,” I warn him. “He and his wife are really sweet, and they’ve always been good to me.”
Dario gives me his sexy smile. “And that’s the only reason he’s still breathing. ”
I can’t be mad at him when he’s being all possessive, because I think it’s adorable, and when I give him a big smile, he laughs and kisses me again.
“Come on, amore. Introduce me to your friends.”
As soon as we walk into the shop, Benny gives us a wave and hollers for his wife. Molly comes running out from the back, a flash of cherry-red hair before she’s giving me a big hug and squealing my name.
“It’s so good to see you again.” She keeps hugging me, and I can feel the curiosity bubbling off her.
I hug her back and then wrap my arm around Dario. “I wanted to introduce you both to my husband. This is Dario,” I say, skipping over every other detail about our marriage.
Her eyes widen when she takes in the sight of my gorgeous husband, and Benny makes a show of loudly clearing his throat.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” he asks, making her laugh.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Dario says, and I swear his Italian accent makes her swoon a bit.
She looks down at me and nudges my arm. “You are one lucky girl,” she whispers.
“I heard that,” Benny mutters, but he’s smiling while he says it. Coming out from behind the counter, he gives me a hug and then offers his hand to Dario. When Dario hesitates, Benny holds up his hands and says, “I know that look. I’m sorry, man. I swear it was professional.”
Dario studies him for a second longer while Molly lets out a laugh and Benny gives him a please don’t beat the shit out of me because I saw your wife’s vagina look. After a few seconds, Dario shakes his hand and Benny lets out a relieved sigh.
“You did a good job,” Dario admits. “The piercings are beautiful.”
Benny smiles, because the man takes a lot of pride in his work, and then asks, “So is this a friendly visit or are you wanting some work done?”
“I’d like a tattoo,” Dario says, surprising me.
While Benny has him sign some paperwork and they discuss a few things, Molly stays next to me. “I bet you’re really enjoying the hell out of that VCH piercing now.”
I laugh and feel my cheeks heat up, but she stops teasing, and when Dario takes off his shirt and gets in the chair, all my attention goes to him.
“You ready?” Benny asks.
“I’m ready,” Dario tells him, giving me a wink.
I walk over and stand beside him, watching as Benny gets to work. When my name is stenciled above Dario’s heart, I lean down and kiss my husband. After the name is set, Benny adds a little witch’s hat at the end and a curled up viper.
“You like it?” Benny asks.
Instead of answering, Dario looks to me, and when I quickly shake my head, he tells Benny, “Go ahead and make it permanent.”
While I watch my husband get my name permanently etched onto his beautiful chest, I squeeze his hand, touched that he wanted to do this and that he’s included images that represent his two favorite terms of endearment for me: streghetta mia and piccola vipera .
There’s no mistaking that the Mia on his chest is me.
While Benny works, Dario keeps his arm around my waist, hand resting on my hip, and when it’s done, I clap my hands and smile.
“I love it,” I say, unable to stop smiling.
Dario reaches up to cup my face. His thumb trails along my skin while Benny rubs ointment on the new tattoo and puts a piece of plastic wrap over it.
“I’m glad you like it, amore .”
“I love it,” I correct, and then I turn to Benny. “My turn.”
Dario raises a dark brow at me. “What are you up to, streghetta mia ?”
I shrug and motion with my finger for him to hop up so I can have the chair.
When I get in it and start to unbutton my jeans, both men look at me like I’ve lost my mind.
Benny’s look is more of a Jesus, please don’t do anything that’s going to make your husband kill me and Dario’s is pure, Careful, little viper, I will spank your ass in public .
I laugh and tug my jeans and boy shorts down just enough to reveal the skin beneath my scar. “Relax,” I tell them both. “I just want it right here.”
Molly laughs at their reaction and kisses her husband’s head as she walks behind him to gather more supplies. When I explain what I want, my husband’s dark eyes soften before he leans down to kiss me.
I rest back in the chair, trusting Benny to do an amazing job of it.
He’s quiet while he works, and one of my favorite things about Benny is that he doesn’t ask any questions, not when he did the Grim Reaper tattoo for me, not when he sees my family and their obvious Bratva tattoos, not about the obvious scar he’s tattooing under, and not when he just saw the Alessi name written along Dario’s forearm.
Benny’s a smart man, and he’s earned our trust.
When it’s finished, he holds up a mirror so I can easily see it. Dario’s name is written in a pretty script and next to it is a sunflower.
He knows he’s my sun and that I’ll always want to be near him, but he still smiles so goddamn sweetly every time I say it.
After we’ve paid Benny and left a big tip, we walk back to our bikes. Before I can pull my helmet on, Dario cups my face and leans down to kiss me. It’s deep and hungry, and when it pulls a moan from my chest, he grins against my lips and pulls back.
“Don’t come on that motorcycle, amore ,” he warns me. “I want to be the one to do that.”
I grin and grab my helmet. “No promises,” I say before shoving it on and starting my bike.
I don’t wait for him. Instead I pull out of the parking lot and race down the dark street.
Chancing a quick look behind me, I’m not surprised to see his bike’s headlight racing towards me.
The loud rumble of his engine is louder than mine, deeper and more powerful, but my short ass was never going to be able to handle a bike like his, and I’m okay with that.
Mine is smaller, though, so when I see an opening, I take it, whipping around a car so I can stay ahead of Dario.
I know he’s close. I can feel his intense stare, and when the street opens up and I go even faster, I hear him right behind me.
When I rock my hips, feeling the powerful vibration between my legs, he revs his engine in warning.
I could easily get myself off, but I don’t.
I want the tease more than anything else right now, and when I rock my hips again, he speeds up so he’s right next to me.
I glance over to see him shaking his black helmet from side to side in an obvious don’t you fucking dare way.
I grin and speed up ahead of him, reaching our house and sliding into the garage seconds before he pulls in behind me.
I’ve barely gotten my helmet off before he’s towering over me, picking me up like I weigh nothing and carrying me inside.
His mouth is hot on my neck, kissing and sucking the delicate skin until my nails are scratching through his scalp and my body is shaking with the need for him to take me.
We were given the all clear a week ago, but I know he still worries about hurting me.
I’m not in the mood for gentle right now, though, and when I bite his bottom lip and pull his hair, he groans and carries me up the stairs.
I’m already tugging on his shirt, pulling it up his back, when he lays me down on the bed.
Yanking it over his head and tossing it aside, I stop to admire the way my name looks on his chest before I reach for the button on his jeans.
As soon as I’ve got the zipper down, I reach in, grabbing his thick cock and pulling it free.