Epilogue Two-Nico
EPILOGUE TWO-NICO
E arlier that evening
Thunder roars in my ears as I rip off the crime scene tape surrounding my burned down warehouse.
We’ve got him. And I can’t wait to exact my revenge.
“She deliver?” I ask, and Luc nods.
“Took some persuasion, but after her old man died of an accidental overdose and Margaret O’Doyle made the executive decision to out this piece of shit,” Luc grunts.
I know he has a beef with the guy, too. Something having to do with Maria. But honestly, I don’t care .
I’m too involved with my wife and son to keep up to date on the romantic entanglements of my men.
I turn my gaze to Sanchez, and that asshole is mumbling behind the duct tape sealing his mouth shut.
“Yeah, I can’t hear you pal,” I tell him, and really I’m not interested.
“You fucked with the wrong man,” I say, then I get close, real close.
So close, I can smell the piss soaking his jeans.
Gross.
“I could have forgiven you for coming after my business. But you made this personal when you tried to hurt my wife.”
I rip the tape off.
“S-she wasn’t your wife then, man!” Sanchez says, like that fucking matters.
He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand.
Anna has always been mine.
Since the beginning of fucking time.
Every bit of her belongs to me. Her past, her present, her future. Her pain, her happiness. Her pleasure, and her agony.
All mine.
I inhale and breathe in his stink before I push the blade into his gut. Then I drag it up, fileting the rotund motherfucker like a codfish.
I step back and away from the mess he makes, and I toss the knife to Luc, who catches it by the handle.
“See to it this gets cleaned up.”
And I leave.
I have a date with my wife, and I can’t wait to get home.
“ I can’t believe you did this,” Anna says as we soak in the hot tub in our bathroom.
I’m deliciously sated after feasting on my wife’s sweet pussy, before filling her with my dick until I could watch the cum dripping out of her, so it takes me a moment to realize what she’s talking about.
“The tattoo?” I ask and glance down.
It's a blooming rose with a serpent wrapped around it and another vine stemming from it with a single bud. It’s our family. She’s my Rosebud and I’m the viper lying in wait beneath her leaves.
I’ll fucking destroy any threat to her and my son, and any other children we have. They’re mine. Mine to love and to protect.
“Did it hurt?” she asks.
“Nah. If it did, it doesn’t matter. I’d do it again to show you how much I love you,” I say, kissing her temple.
“Silly man, I never want you hurt,” she says, but I know she likes the new ink. She can’t stop tracing it with her soft fingertips.
“I’d do it again, Baby. However many times it takes. I’d do anything for you. Rip my chest right open and hand you my heart if you want it. If it means you'll believe me,” I tell her honestly.
“Why do you say things like that to me?” she asks, her throat working to swallow her emotion.
“You know why.”
“Nico, Nico, Nico,” she repeats my name like a litany,
“You're mine now, Rosebud. I’m keeping you forever.”
“I'm yours. And you’re mine,” she says, and pure joy fills me.
“You're gonna stay right here with me, where you belong. Won’t you, Baby?”
“Yes, Nico, oh yes.”
I stand up and take her with me, water slides off our skin. Carefully, I step out of the tub, making sure she doesn’t slip.
“Good. Because I am nothing without you,” I say, standing in front of the floor to ceiling mirror wall.
I should hand her a towel. But I don’t. I like looking at her. Her soft body glitters with a million tiny drops of water, and it’s like she’s covered in diamonds.
“Christ, I love you, Nico.” Her head tips back and her whiskey eyes smile as she bites her lip.
“Come here and show me, Wife,” I say and pull her to me.
“Good Girl,” I murmur as she slowly drops to her knees.
My sweet wife opens her mouth and takes me into her throat, and I’m done talking. I’m done thinking.
The only thing left for me to do is feel .
And, goddamn, do I feel fine.
The end.