Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
NICO
Aweek later, I take my wife on a brief day trip out of town. She’s texted Kisha three times since we boarded the helicopter.
“Serenity, I promise we’ll be back around nine tonight.”
She releases a breath and rests her head on my shoulder. “Fine. I’ll chill.”
I squeeze her against my frame.
“Besides going out to dinner, can I get a hint about where else we’re going?”
I meet her gaze. “No.”
She chuckles. “Not even a little hint?” Serenity smiles, squeezing her index finger and thumb close together.
“Nope. Enjoy the ride with your husband, Mrs. Pitucco.”
Serenity wraps an arm around my waist.
She’s silent for a beat.
“For the first time in years, I feel comfortable living in Delaware again.”
I plant a kiss on her forehead. “Good.”
“I’d like to get out with Madden in a few weeks. You know, take him to the park.”
I smile. “He’ll like that.”
Getting Serenity back on her medication has made a difference. I hadn’t known she’d stopped taking it. I was so caught up chasing her enemies that I failed to see her slipping away from reality.
I think today will be fun for her. Hell, fun for us.
The helicopter settles onto the vacant parking lot beside an indoor soccer arena.
The rotors continue spinning overhead as I climb out first and offer Serenity my hand.
She takes it.
Keeping our heads low, we jog away from the helicopter and toward the building.
“We’re playing soccer?” she asks, excitement coloring her voice.
I don’t answer her; I smile as we continue toward the building.
I’m dressed in black joggers, a white t-shirt, and sneakers. Serenity wears navy leggings, a yellow sweatshirt, and white sneakers. It’s seldom I dress down outside our home. But today is an athletic yet comfortable kind of day.
Several black SUVs filled with our soldiers sit parked near the entrance.
Reacher holds the door open for us.
“Hello, Reacher,” Serenity says.
“Boss,” he replies with a grin.
I nod and clap him on the shoulder as we pass.
Stepping inside, I slip an earpiece into my ear and follow closely behind my wife.
The arena is dark.
Quiet.
The only sound comes from our footsteps echoing through the massive space.
I pull open the doors leading to the main field.
Serenity steps through first.
Instantly, her hand drops to the Glock resting in her waist holster.
Always ready.
Always prepared.
“Wife, there’s no need for that right now.”
I motion toward the field.
“Keep walking.”
She does as she’s told.
“Lights, please,” I say through the earpiece. I peek up at Catch in the well-lit control booth.
“Yes, sir.” He snaps off a playful salute.
A second later, the stadium lights roar to life.
Brilliant white light floods the arena.
The artificial turf glows emerald green beneath our feet.
The shadows disappear.
The tension leaves Serenity’s shoulders as she takes in her surroundings.
She walks farther onto the field.
Fitz and Abe stand guard on opposite sides of the walkway leading toward the stadium seating.
Serenity slows.
Then stops completely.
I watch her stare toward the right side of the arena.
Her eyes widen.
“What the fuck?” The asshole yells.
“I can’t believe this.” Serenity turns and jumps into my arms.
I hold her effortlessly with my big palms planted on her round ass. The way her gray eyes marvel at me with aww, I’d gladly bring assholes that don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her to her feet every day.
“Baby, you did this for me?” She questions.
My brows pinch. “Of course.”
She cups my face. “I’m sorry. Of course you remembered.”
Her lips crash against mine. I deepen the kiss.
“Nico,” Serenity moans.
I suck on her tongue, then pull back. “Mrs. Pitucco, as much as I want to run off this field and fuck you senseless, we should stick to the plans I have laid out for us.”
“I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
“We’re both lucky, princess.”
My wife stares at me like she needs to fuck me. I place her on her feet to get my wife’s head in the game.
The motherfucker is yelling at me and my wife the entire time I’m trying to speak to her.
Staring down at her, I stroke her chin. “After our game, I will gladly slide deep into your pussy.”
Her tongue slicks across her lips.
“Really, Nico?” Fitz grunts to my left.
I ignore my wife’s bodyguard.
Threading our fingers, I lead her to the bag of supplies resting on a table to our left. “We have dart guns, knives, paintball guns, and more.”
She releases my hand, reaches into the bag and retrieves white hooded heavy-duty coveralls perfect for paintball.
“Oh, these gloves fit nicely,” she beams as she pulls the first one over her massive diamond wedding ring.
The black gloves are thin and functional, great for athletic sports.
“You two are fucking psychos,” he shouts from the wooden chair he’s zip-tied to.
“Hold your comments.” I point at him. “I’m coming for you, asshole.”
I suit up, too.
“I’m supposed to be getting ready for a football game tonight,” he says. “Instead, I’m here with you maniacs,” he huffs.
I grab a dart gun and paint ball gun from the bag. “You talk a lot. And somehow our soldiers didn’t bash your pretty boy face in.”
The image of my woman holding his hand and smiling up at him comes to mind.
Serenity closes the distance between us. “You’ll be the only man bashing his face in.” She eases up on her tiptoes and slides her tongue across my lower lip. “Baby, you are the sexiest man on Earth.”
I grin at her like a boy receiving a compliment from his childhood crush.
Oh, that’s right, she is my childhood crush.
My hand curls around the front of her neck; her body trembles in my grip.
“Nico,” she purrs.
I love the way my wife reacts to my touch. “The turf is being replaced tonight. You don’t have to cover your hair if you don’t want to.”
A smile lifts the corners of her lips. “I’ll never forget this torture night.”
I release her and she walks to the middle of the field.
“As much as I want to climb my husband like a tree and fuck his brains out, I’m going to focus on torturing you, Chris.”
“Let this sick obsession with me go,” he bites out.
Serenity chuckles. “The only man I’ve ever been obsessed with is Nico.”
She tilts her head to the side. “You knew that. I’d say you felt threatened by him. Because you knew he’d come between you, me, and my pussy. Your exact words were: fat girls have juicy pussy. All I wanted was a little taste.”
Chris’ eyes widen.
My blood boils beneath my skin.
“What the fuck?” Fitz growls behind me.
“You fat-shamed my wife, rapist.” I run at top speed across the field and drop my guns. I yank a K-bar from my waist holster and slam it into his shoulder.
He lets out a piercing cry of agony.
“My wife has beautiful thick curves that I fucking love. And all you assholes do is call her fat. But secretly you love thick women, too.” I grab him by the front of his white t-shirt.
“You’re still raping women even with all your fame. See you like to take the pussy. Why couldn’t you find a girlfriend or wife and tell her that your kink is taking the pussy?”
My brows bunch together. “But you like raping various women.” My fist connects with his nose, breaking the cartilage.
“Ah, fuck you, mobster,” he groans as blood pours down his lips.
I wave Abe over. “Clean him up. I want him presentable for my wife.”
Abe treats Chris’ wounds briefly, then steps away.
Serenity steps to my side, smirking.
“I never formally introduced myself. “I was Serenity Cichello, mafia princess in college. Now I’m Mrs. Serenity Pitucco, soon to be the Donna of the Pitucco mafia family. You see, my enemies were looking for me, so I couldn’t attend school under my real name.
Now they’re dead. I’m free to live life.
Not saying I won’t gain new enemies. I mean, I am now helping my father run the Cichello mafia organization. ”
She lifts her hands, palms up, shrugging. “What can I say? I’m a busy woman.”
“That’s why you were so secretive about why you had a security detail.” His eyes move to me. “Explains why you got intertwined with this toxic, stalking ass mobster.”
“Jealous?” I question.
“I’m a powerful mafia boss with reach. I arranged this game just for some fun with my wife. My friend Rocco Andrisani is the mafia boss in Philly. He was key in pulling this off today. It seemed fitting that you’d die on a field in the city you came to play football in.”
He shakes his head. “Listen, get your revenge out of your systems. And let me get back to my life. If you think people won’t start looking for me soon, you’re mistaken. I’m a very successful baller with hella endorsements. My team will send investigators looking for me.”
“What happened to your connection to the Bratva?” I ask.
He closes his eyes briefly. “They gave me some bullshit story. Said their detail ended.”
“Yeah, we had their boss in our torture chamber.” Serenity giggles. “Aleksandr Novikoff.”
Chris’ eyes become big as saucers.
“He was one of my enemies. He’s dead now,” she adds gleefully.
“Alek’s soldiers are dead. The Cichellos and the New Jersey five families are more profitable than ever before. Feels good being billionaires.” I flash a cocky grin.
“My wife and I have dinner plans. So let’s get this show on the road. Ready, Mrs. Pitucco?”
“I am.” She breaks out in a cute cheer.
Of course, me and our soldiers clap for her performance.
“Abe, release the asshole,” I order.
I see the wheels turning in Chris’s head.
“My cousin Catch is sitting in the control booth, up there,” I point behind us.
“He’s a sniper. Each time you try to make your way off this field, he’ll strike one of your limbs with his sniper rifle.”
Serenity pulls the sling of the paintball gun over her body gripping the dart gun in her hand. She backs up as Abe cuts Chris free.
Chris rises to his feet.
Serenity grips the paintball gun with her free hand and squeezes the trigger. A blob of purple paint shoots out, landing on his white t-shirt.
He shakes it off and breaks into a sprint.
I peer through the dart gun scope and aim. The dart penetrates his bicep.
“Fuck,” he yells, yanking it out and tossing it to the turf.
Serenity fires a dart his way. It hit his thigh.
I aim my paint gun at Serenity, lighting her up with green splatters.
She burst into laughter while aiming her paint gun at me. The vibrant purple explodes on my chest.
My wife and I run around the field, confusing Chris. He’s jogging now. He doesn’t know if he should keep running or stand on the sidelines while my wife and I have a paintball fight. He picks up his pace. Serenity stares through her scope, shooting Chris multiple times.
He howls in agony.
“That’s for trying to rape me and putting your hands on me. You don’t manhandle women, asshole,” she roars.
While Chris removes the three darts, Serenity fires off another one. This one slams into his dick.
“Shit,” I groan.
I hear the guards groaning around the arena.
“Ha, ha, ha,” Angel laughs from a dimly lit corner up top.
“Way to go, boss,” Angel yells.
Serenity throws a gloved fist in the air, smiling at Angel.
I step over to Chris, who’s gripping his balls. I slam my foot into his ribs.
“This is for putting your hands on my woman. “Time to take your hands for that shit.”
Serenity claps. “Hubby, make him pay.”
“Fitz and Abe, bring the bag of goodies and zip-tie him to the chair.”
“Please don’t take my hands,” Chris begs.
“Your time on this earth is over,” I tell him. “You’re a bad guy who harms women. You have to be put down.”
Fat tears stream down his brown cheeks as the guards tie him down.
Serenity’s beautiful features darken. “You almost bit my nipple off. You sick fucker,” she roars.
Abe steps back.
Fitz's fist plunges into Chris’ mouth. “That’s for fat-shaming my boss. You’re fucking disgusting.” He and Abe walk away.
Chris spits blood on the turf.
Serenity flips out her switchblade and slices Chris’ shirt down the front.
“This is for almost taking my nipple, bitch.” She takes her time sliding the blade through his flesh. He yells at the top of his lungs.
His nipple falls away.
“Woohoo,” Serenity shouts. “That felt good.”
I remove a saw from the bag. “You were only supposed to touch her hand. You took things too far. You left bruises on my wife’s neck. How could you hurt her like that?” I ask as I slide the blade through his wrist.
Chris thrashes in the chair. His movements don’t stop me. That night comes back like it was yesterday. I take satisfaction in watching his hand fall to the ground with a thump.
Chest heaving, I step back and grin like a maniac.
“Your lips and tongue have to go too for kissing her and disrespecting her. Sick motherfucker.”
“You’re the sick…one,” he grunts.
My wife sits on the turf, legs cross watching with the biggest smile on her face. “Cut him into pieces, baby.”
I grin at her. “With pleasure, princess.”
After my wife and I were done torturing Chris, I told Fitz and Abe to bag him. I’d cut his body up tomorrow in my torture chamber.
Right now I want to please my wife. I pull her up into my arms and climb the steps. She plants kisses all over my blood-stained face.
As soon as we’re out of sight, I set her down. Without hesitation, we shed our coveralls. She slips off her sneakers with her toes, then peels away her panties and leggings, tossing them aside.
I lift her into my arms again. Serenity unleashes my cock between us and slides down my length. Her mouth slightly agape, the pleasure clear on her face.
I kiss her blood-stained lips. We’re like feral monsters fucking like we’ll never have sex again. I stroke fast and deep inside her addictive walls. I squeeze her ass so tight I know I’ll leave bruises. These are good bruises from our passionate fucking.
“Nico,” she roars. Her voice echoing throughout the arena.
“Serenity, you’re mine forever,” I yell at the top of my lungs.
I don’t care who hears us. My wife and I need this.
“Yes, I am all yours, baby.” Her fingers thread the back of my hair as she rotates her hips.
“Oh, this dick is so good,” she moans. “I’ll kill any bitch who tries to touch what’s mine.”
“I don’t doubt it, princess.” I chuckle.
We’ve gotten rid of all her enemies now. There’s one more man I have to kill for touching her. Kobe.
He’s disappeared. Not to worry. I’ll find him. And when I do, he’ll die by my hands, too.
Later, I surprise my wife with a special dinner with our friends Rocco and Ryah. It’s one hell of a night. One we’ll never forget.