Chapter Eight
Diane
We get into Anthony’s suite, and the nervousness grows exponentially. Instead of letting it consume me, I turn and look at the man that I thought I lost years ago. “I should be angry with you,” I say simply. “I should fucking hate you for what you did to your daughter and me.”
“You should,” he says softly.
“You lied to me. To her… I grieved you, Anthony,” I say as he steps closer and cups my face. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Whatever you want,” he says.
“How am I supposed to choose? I never stopped loving you. I love Ray. How am I supposed to choose?” I ask as tears roll down my cheeks.
“Don’t choose,” Ray says, resting his hands on my hips. “Let us both take care of you.”
“But what about Arianna? Won’t that confuse her?“
“Diane, those ten men looked like they were about to tear her apart. I think she’s going to understand,” Anthony chuckles.
“I am not threatened by Ray. I saw how he took care of you. I know you love him, and I know you love me. I would never dream of forcing you to be unhappy. I’m not even saying you have to forgive me.
You should be with Ray, but I will do anything in this world to help him care for you the way I dreamed of doing for the last twenty years.
I spent every night praying to God that I would have a chance to get you back in my arms. The most painful thing I ever had to do was to walk away from my girls, but I would do it all over again to keep you safe. ”
“Were we really in danger?” I ask. “Honestly?”
“Arianna was.” He sighs. “When I faked my death, I had discovered plans for Vinny Booth to take her and… I think he was planning to keep her for himself. I think that’s why Conrad and the others were trying to get Ari away from there.”
“Why would he try to kill her?” I ask. “If he was trying to help her?”
“Honestly? Women who are scarred don’t sell. He would have no interest in her now that she’s been hurt. He may personally, but Vinny knows I am alive. He’s known for a few years now,” he explains.
“So it was his sociopathic version of compassion?” Ray asks.
“Basically. Vinny has been just as abusive to Conrad. I personally witnessed Vinny rape his son for talking back to him when he was fifteen. Ethan got it even worse because he wasn’t biologically his, but took care of him anyway.”
“So why would he be shocked that Ethan might have given that package to Ari?” I ask.
“Because Vinny will blame Conrad,” he tells me. “I’ve explained all of this to Rogers. There is a lot that will simply never be explained to Arianna. It’s not to say that she can’t handle it, but she doesn’t need to know the reality.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Well, Ethan is her half-brother, for one,” he says carefully.
“I found out a year ago that his biological mother was my high school girlfriend. I had no idea she was pregnant when she left me. She said she was going to college, and we would never work out. Turns out, she went with Vinny to save her little sister from him. She was already pregnant at that point. When he was born, she was killed.”
“Jesus.” I sigh. “Does Ethan know?”
“He does now. I told him a few weeks ago. Pretty sure that’s why he is trying to help,” Anthony tells me.
“I just want Ari safe,” I say.
“She is safe, Diane,” Anthony says with a soft smile that makes my heart sing. “Can we take care of you?”
“Both?” I ask.
“Yes, Sweetheart. Both,” Anthony says with a lustful smile.
“Please,” I say softly. They both start pulling at my clothes until I am naked between my husbands. I never get shy with these things, but right now I am. All of that melts away when Anthony unbuttons his jeans and lets them hit the floor.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your cock.” I sigh and grab hold of him.
“Hmm. Do I not satisfy you, love?” Ray asks, kissing my shoulder.
“Always.” I breathe. “But now I get to have both of my men.”
“Yes, you do,” Anthony says with a grin as he picks me up and sits on the bed. I groan deeply when he fills me with his cock.
“Shouldn’t men struggle to get it up when they are older? You two are monsters.” I groan as Ray wastes no time filling my ass. I feel like I am going to burst. I rock my hips to alleviate the pressure, but it only builds more. “Please fuck me. Please.”
“Anything for our queen,” Anthony groans as he starts to move. Little by little, they start fucking me harder and faster. Fuck, I missed how brutal he is. Apparently, I have a type. Sweet and soft on the outside, but a goddamn savage in bed.