Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You think I could live with you? You are my everything too. I don’t know how or when it happened, but you are my oxygen. I shoot okay, but that’s yours and I will stick to our original agreement.”
“Original agreement?”
“With a small addendum. I will continue to l spread my legs for you every night. I will always bear your heirs and I will love you until the day I die.”
“I’m going to fucking kiss you now, wife.”
“My breath has got to be terrible…”
“I don’t give a flying fuck,” he says and then his lips are on mine. Holy shit! It’s amazing. He’s gentle but not, I can’t explain it.
This is everything.
He’s everything.
Forever.
EPILOGUE
DORIAN
CHRISTMAS EVE
Forty-five minutes ago, I watched my bride walk toward me in her dream wedding dress. We renewed our vows, this time without the threat of violence. We moved from the church after a plethora of pictures to the ballroom at the Boston Tea Hotel. I’ve reserved the same Presidential Suite for the night. It’s only right.
Now she's in my arms as we dance to our song, Anything Could Happen. I hold her close. I’ll never forget how I felt when I saw her bleeding out on the dining room table. I thought I’d die too, but thank fuck she lived and now she’s five months pregnant with our first child, a boy. She’s barely showing, but I’m sure she’ll pop any day now.
Later, I stand at the bar with Derry, who is drinking heavily. I watch my bride as she dances with Declan, who is ridiculously protective of her. He will be an excellent enforcer one day.
“What’s wrong with you, brother?”
“Women,” he says as if that explains everything.
“Women or one very specific woman?”
“Woman. I’m seriously about to pull a page out of your playbook.”
“Oh, God. Don’t kidnap her. That’s a fucking order.” Her dad barely forgave me when I kidnapped Matilde. The O’Shaughnessy’s can’t afford to kidnap another Vitali daughter.
“So only you get to have all the fun?”
“As the oldest, it’s only fair,” I say, smirking. “Now, let’s get Dec and dance with our baby sisters. They look so sad at the kid’s table. And stop drinking.”
“Fine. I’ve got a meeting later.” By meeting, he means a kill, and he definitely doesn’t need to be drunk for all that.
We dance with the girls, cut the cake, and dance some more. Finally, I get to take my bride upstairs. Her dress this time is much more elaborate than the first time we got married. It takes a little longer for me to get her naked. But when I do, I worship her body.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, baby.” I say, kissing her. She moans softly and opens to me. Because she denied us kisses when we first got together, it made us appreciate them more. After I got her home from the hospital, I spent hours kissing her; until our lips were numb.
“Make love to me husband,” she demands, dragging her nails down my back.
We barely make it to the bed before I’m on her. Kissing, licking, sucking and biting every inch of her body. My hand is wrapped around her throat, just like she likes, when I slide my cock into her. It doesn’t take long before she screams her release. I wait until her pussy stops clenching around me before pounding in and out of her. Relentlessly. She takes whatever I give her and begs me for more. When she comes for a third time, I finally let go and fill her with my seed.
I pull out of her and collapse on the bed beside her, pulling her toward me. She immediately kisses me, never getting enough kisses. Those kisses quickly turn into rounds two and three. I know I shouldn’t take her so roughly while she’s pregnant, but I can’t help it. Once I’m inside of her, it’s like I’m another person. It’s so fucking intense every single time.
“Thank you for marrying me,” I murmur, thankful this time isn’t like the last time.
“As if I’d marry anyone else,” she says giggling.
Damn right. I knew she was mine the minute I laid eyes on her, and I did whatever I had to do to make sure she was mine.
As fucked up as I was, as the situation was, no wasn’t an option.
Neither is divorce.
She’s mine until death do us part.
EPILOGUE
MATILDE
TEN YEARS LATER
“DJ, let’s go. Football camp starts in twenty minutes. You know Mitchell Halstead hates when you’re late,” I shout up the stairs. Our nine-year-old son loves sports and he’s good at it. He’s already being invited to high school camps.
“Geez, Ma. Calm down, I’m right here,” he says stomping down the stairs… in his fucking dirty ass cleats.
“Why are those shoes in my house?” I demand, hands on my hips.
“Sorry. I forgot.”
Great, now I’m going to have to mop once everyone goes to bed. The life of a stay-at-home mafia mama never ends.