Chapter 24 #2
His large hands caress my ass as he rests his head in my lap. It’s obvious I’m his center despite what we’re going through. I bring him solace.
Nico stands, removing his remaining gear. He kicks off his boots and peels off his socks. I reach for his belt and unbuckle it.
My eyes are glued to the large dick imprint in his cargo pants. I shove his pants and boxers down his muscled thighs. His cock juts out. I kiss the tip, then glance up at him.
“Come on,” he whispers.
Once in the shower, Nico unbraids the two braids.
He grabs the shower gel and lathers my face. The little bit of makeup I’m wearing will get washed away.
“There was no need for makeup. We were going to war.”
“Think of it as my war paint.”
He burst into laughter. “I guess.”
I laugh too.
My eyes fall on the new bruise from a bullet burn. I inch up and press my lips against it. “You have to stop taking bullets for me.”
“Never,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of my hair.
We wash each other’s bodies in silence. If we say too much, we might start arguing. I don’t want to fight today. After we kill my enemies, then we can argue.
Nico takes my lips and pulls me under the water.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore,” I answer honestly.
“But I want to be fucked through the pain.”
He stares at me for a beat, trying to decide if he should or not. Nico grips the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer as I wrap my legs around his waist.
His lips brush mine gently. “I’ll take it slow.”
My fingers weave through his damp hair. “No. Fuck me hard.”
“Serenity,” he growls.
His thumb strokes my clit as I bite his lower lip. “Nico, baby.”
The love in his eyes when I say ‘baby’ shatters me. He nips my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth. I grasp his cock, pressing the tip against my entrance.
“Fuck me, husband.”
He thrusts into me with force, and I embrace the sharp ache—it takes a moment to adjust to my husband’s big dick.
It had been a few days since we last had sex.
“Nico, Nico, how will I go without fucking you?”
He grins. “You won’t stop fucking your husband,” he says as he delivers the most earth-shattering strokes.
Clearly, this isn’t the time to discuss putting distance between us. He’s using his good dick against me.
My back slides along the cool tiles as my breasts bounce rhythmically between us. Nico hooks my legs over his forearms and drives deep.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I scream, my voice breaking as I climax intensely. My body trembles uncontrollably. The pleasure is just what I need to relax me before I torture my enemies.
Minutes later, I sit on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around my body while Nico rummages through his duffel bag. He tosses another combat outfit onto the bed and one of his t-shirts. After slipping on a pair of gray boxers and a black t-shirt he steps closer.
“Arms up,” Nico orders. He pulls a t-shirt over my head.
Before we exited the shower he put conditioner on my hair. I love how attentive he is. Nico digs in my bag and retrieves a pair of panties.
“Should’ve known you won’t let me sleep without them while we’re staying here.”
“Fuck no.”
What’s the point of arguing? I slide them on and climb under the sheets. Two aspirins and a bottle of water await on the nightstand. I toss both pills in my mouth and gulp half the bottle of water. Capping the bottle, I place it back on the nightstand.
Nico reappears out of the bathroom with my phone. He places it on the bed beside me. I tap Kisha’s contact and hit the FaceTime button. She answers on the first ring.
“What’s going on?” She asks.
“Angel is fine.”
Kisha releases a calming breath. “Good.”
“And everything is contained. You just have to stay there one more night. We’ll be there in the morning to pick you two up.”
“Not a problem,” she says.
“Here’s Madden.”
She places the phone in his little hand. Nico sits next to me fully dressed.
“Mommy, Daddy!” Madden exclaims.
“Hey, how’s my little man?” I ask.
“Good. I’m playing my games and watching movies. Kisha is making popcorn.”
“I bet it smells good,” Nico adds.
Madden giggles. “It does.”
His eyes dart between us. “When will I see you?”
“Tomorrow,” Nico responds.
Madden’s face lights up.
“You’re coming to live with mommy and daddy in our home,” Nico says.
Madden looks at me for confirmation.
“Yes, we’re going to our new home,” I confirm.
“What about Nana Fia?” he asks.
“You can talk to Nana Fia on FaceTime. And we’ll visit her soon.” I smile.
“Tell Mommy bye for now. She needs to rest.”
“Bye mommy. I love you.”
I grin. “I love you too, Madden.”
Nico kisses my lips in front of Madden, then walks to the other end of the bedroom and sits in a tall upholstered forest-green chair.
I notice how put-together this room is. There’s a his-and - hers closet in a warehouse that doubles as a torture chamber.
I hadn’t checked out every room. I’ll explore later.
“Where’s angry bear?” Nico’s smile is so wide I’m not sure I’d seen him this happy since we stood at the altar and said I do.
I snuggle into my pillow and watch them until my eyelids lower.
Two hours later, I stroll down the steps. My gaze instantly falls on one of my enemies. The devilish grin that lifts my cheeks weakens. And I do a double take. Where’s Ettore?
Is he dead? No, can’t be. Panic sets in. Nico would tell me, right? The smell of cigar smoke wafts through the air. My eyes shift to where I hear the laughter coming from. I grin from ear to ear.
“Ryah, make drinks,” Sierra urges as her eyes hold mine.
I can’t believe the mafia wives are here. They’re dressed down in colorful leggings, cute t-shirts, and sneakers.
“Ladies, you’re here.” I beam as I approach.
Serenity stands and pulls me into a hug. “Of course we are. You’re a mafia wife now.”
She steps back. “We always want to be there for each other during times of torture.” Sierra chuckles.
The other wives chuckle, too.
“How does it feel having the men responsible for terror in your grasp?” Emoni sips her smoothie.
“So good. It feels almost surreal. I’d been watching my back for so long.”
Ryah smiles, pushing the fruity alcohol beverage toward me. “Of course, you know in this life you will forever watch your back.”
I push the unease down and meet her gaze. “Yeah,” I mutter.
My dad will always have enemies who can come after his family. And my new husband has other enemies who will want our blood.
Focus on the here and now, Serenity.
“But,” she plants her palms on the bar and her brows lower. “Getting the main enemies out of the way is an indescribable feeling.”
“It is,” Lexis and Emoni say simultaneously.
Carmen dances with her drink of choice, smirking. “Torture is so therapeutic.”
“This one used to be a good girl.” Sierra shakes her head.
The girls laugh.
“Not a good girl anymore,” Emoni snickers.
I pick up the glass tumbler. “Thank you, Ryah.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Carmen, I couldn’t agree more. I’m ready to start my torture therapy.” I wink.
Bringing the straw to my lips, I sip the delicious, fruity cocktail. Notes of mango, strawberry, and cherry dance on my tongue.
“This is good. What’s the name of the cocktail?”
She smiles. “The Serenity.”
I grin from ear to ear. “The vodka isn’t too strong. Love it.”
As I savor the beverage, I peer over my shoulder at the empty chair.
I place the drink on the wooden bar. “Excuse me, I need to see what happened to my other prisoner.”
“Oh girl, he’s with Nadine,” Ryah says. “She’s fixing him up.” My shoulders relax.
“So you can fuck him up,” Sierra adds.
I lift my drink off the bar, holding it in the air, and do a little dance.
The girls hoot and holler. It feels good to be around women who understand me. Who I don’t have to hide who I really am.
“How are you enjoying the chairs?” Lexis asks.
“They are intriguing torture toys. I love that we have two.”
“Allow me to show you a few of its best features.” Lexis slides off her bar stool.
I still can’t get over how well put together this torture warehouse is. So Catch was his inspiration. The same Catch who assisted in the tampering of my birth control pills. Wait until I see his ass.
The girls and I approach Aleksandr. His head is slumped. He’s either asleep or passed out.
We pick up protective gear from the table on our right and prepare for Lexis’ tutorial. She moves to the back of the chair. We hover around her.
“This button injects something cool into his body.” She pulls a needle from a hidden compartment, connects it to a tube, and pushes it into his chest. He doesn’t stir.
Lexis presses a button on the back of the chair. “Back up,” she orders.
We inch backwards.
Aleksandr’s head shoots up and he screams.
“What the fuck?” He questions, looking around.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Adrenaline.” A cocky smirk lifts the corners of her lips.
“Fucking nice,” I growl.
His eyes are wide as he glares at me.
“Serenity, come here.” Lexis waves me over to the side of the chair. “Hit this button.”
I do as she says.
“Wait for it.” Her voice is full of enthusiasm.
Lexis is getting off on this. The look of wonder in the other ladies eyes tells me their hungry for it, too.
A needle appears and punctures Aleksandr’s skin where his shoulder blade is.
He roars at the top of his lungs.
Lexis stands in front of him now. “The needle hits bone.” She smiles wide.
“Bone deep,” I say, now standing beside her.
“That’s got to be painful.”
“Yeah, it is,” Sierra chuckles.
“I’ll show you some other cool things,” Lexis says.
The smell of pasta drifts through the air.
“Smells like its time to eat,” Ryah yells.
The rest of us chuckle as our gazes land on the man carrying about ten paper bags. My mouth drops open as I run throwing my arms around his neck.
“Fitz, its good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too. I’d hug you back, but I’m carrying the food. Then again, I wouldn’t because your husband is a crazy motherfucker.”
I step back. “What are you doing here?”
“Nico, brought me back on your detail.”
I grin. “Happy to have you back.”
He sits the bags on the elongated table.
“What about Javier?”