SEALed To Protect (Omerta Series)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  “I learned all of this through my friend who works security for the Colombo family. All the enemy families of the Ricci family had planned to get rid of both Mr. Ricci and Donato Ricci. You see, they couldn’t get rid of one. They had to get rid of the other too. If one was killed, then the other would seek revenge on the other’s death. So, I had to quickly pull together all the enemy families, and we began plotting revenge by killing them and their friends. The scary part is that they didn’t work alone.” I paused to catch my breath. Madeline looked a bit confused by the last part. “The Ricci family didn’t work alone on plotting the car bomb.” She nodded her head in acknowledgement.

  “They had pulled friends from everywhere to attack your family. It was crazy what they did to try and pull this off, and I’ll spare you the gritty details. But with every new piece of information, I became more and more worried about your being at their house, and there was nothing I could do until we had planned everything out for their murders.” I continued, feeling a lot of rage build up in me as I talked about it.

  The camera footage of the explosion was still playing through my mind, and then I looked into Madeline’s eyes and that somehow calmed me down a bit.

  “I’m just happy I saved you in time before he could scar you.” I was breathing fast now. Madeline looked at me and said it was still traumatic and that she would get over it in time. I kneeled down to her and looked her in the eyes. “He almost touched you in a way that scars people for life. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that I had even suggested that you go to them.” She put her arms around my neck and hugged me.

  I stood up with her still wrapped around my neck and held her body to mine. “You’re safe with me, and you are going to go on and live a glamorous life after all of this.” I kissed her ear.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Madeline

  I watched as Blake looked like a madman as he was explaining to me what he had done to ensure that revenge was made on the Riccis for killing my family. I had known this man for three years and I’d never seen so much passion coming from him. It was a very attractive quality. I was still shaky from what had just happened to me, but I was willing to sit and listen to what he needed to tell me.

  He explained that he had a hunch it was the Ricci family from the start and that he was sorry for putting me in such a dangerous situation. I knew that I had taken it upon myself to pull off that part of the plan, and I could see the guilt and sadness in his eyes for even suggesting it. “Blake, I understand why that would be your first idea. You didn’t know dangerous they really were. Please continue.” He stood up and continued talking.

  As Blake went on and on, my mind wandered in and out of the conversation. I started to think about Italy and my designs. I would pull myself in to hear important bits of information and then I thought of my parents and how I would have to bury them soon. And then I heard Blake talk about what Donato almost did to me. Scar me? Donato was a disgusting pig who got what he deserved. It was too bad it had to be me to see his tiny cock and then having him die on me. But I had to let it go in order to move on.

  “It was traumatic, but I’ll get over it in time.” He looked like he had just seen a ghost as he looked at me. He kneeled between my legs and said people get scarred for life from those experiences and that he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if it had happened.

  He was acting like he almost got raped and it was starting to annoy me. It had almost happened to me, and on top of that, I’d had to deal with him for days, and then his aggressive behavior leading up to it. And I was already trying to move past it in my mind. I didn’t want to think about it anymore.

  Instead of continuing to talk about it, I wanted to end this conversation and find a motel. I was shivering and I was still wearing the disgusting Saint Laurent dress. I looked at Blake sympathetically and then wrapped my arms around him. He lifted me to his body and squeezed me tight. He told me that I was safe now and that I was going to live a glamorous life after all of this as he kissed my ear. He really was sweet.

  Chapter Twenty

  Madeline

  Blake put me down and I looked into his eyes. “I will never, ever go behind your back again.” He smiled and kissed my hands. He suggested that we get a move on to a motel. There was one way down the road that he had booked ahead of time before he headed out to save me from Donato.

  We drive off into the night on an empty highway. The sound of his car’s engine put me into a somewhat relaxed mood. We picked up some food on the way, even though I was still full from the enormous pasta dinner I was forced to eat. We did get ice cream, and it felt nice and cool going down my throat. I was also trying to put on a happy front for Blake, but really, I was trying to slowly let go of emotions when they came to me and they were coming in waves now.

  We finally reached the motel and I was anxious to get the Saint Laurent dress off and throw it in the dumpster. I wanted to wear my comfy loose pajamas now. Blake grabbed the keys and we got into the comfy little room. It was nicer than I had expected it to be. I immediately took off the dress and stood there in my bra and underwear. I could feel Blake running his hands up and down my arms and back.

  I had read that sexual assault victims have a hard time being close after an attack. I didn’t feel that when Blake touched me, so I must be okay there. I put my pajamas on and tried to eat something. Before I got too comfy, I picked up the dress I had been wearing all night and threw it in the nearby trash can.

  “I don’t know how long we’ll be here,” Blake said, and he was tapping his fingers against his jeans. I said it was going to be fine as I sat on the bed and tested the mattress by bouncing on it. I got the sense that Blake wanted to keep talking about everything but I didn’t. I wanted to decompress, and I wanted to just be with Blake. I wanted to kiss him and have sex with him and order food and pretend we were actually on vacation and not hiding out like runaways—which was what this situation really was.

  Blake sat down with me, and he breathed in and out and put his head into his hands. I began to rub his back to calm him down. “Blake?” He looked at me and then pressed our foreheads together. I went from feeling normal to numb, and I felt I couldn’t control it anymore.

  All Blake and I could do for each other was keep each other company and remain as low-key as possible until he got a call from someone, I wasn’t exactly sure who, to tell us we could head back to town so I could wrap up the remainder of my affairs with my parents’ house, their funeral, and moving to Italy. I was trying to work up the courage to ask Blake if he would move to Italy with me.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Blake

  Madeline was silent and she didn’t seem up to talking anymore. She had taken three showers in the last two hours. I wanted to give her as much space as possible. She had been through so much in such a short amount of time.

  I told her I would be in the shower, and she nodded her head to acknowledge that she heard me as she held her half-empty cup of ice cream. It had completely melted, and it was soup by now. She had also barely touched any of her food. I let out a deep sigh. It was so hard for me to see her in this state. Maybe the shower would help me come up with some ideas to make her feel better and then I could help her figure out her move to Italy.

  As the water ran down on me, I tried to breathe in and out to release all the tension I had been feeling since I drove up to the Ricci house. It all replayed in my head over and over. I shook my head and tried to think about Madeline and how I was going to help her.

  We would have to go to her parents’ funeral soon. The urge I had to touch her again was becoming unbearable. She had just been through such a traumatic experience not too long ago and I didn’t know if that was even appropriate for me to think about. I knew some people who couldn’t do anything for months to years. She probably just wanted to curl up and sleep.

  I turned off the water and grabbed one of the small motel towels that was so tough it almost scratched my skin. I a
djusted myself and then opened the door to see that Madeline was lying on the bed as if she was Jesus Christ on the cross. I smiled at her and called her name.

  I wanted her to look at me. I wanted to look her in the eyes to read her emotions. She opened them and rolled herself in my direction. There was a warm glow forming behind her eyes that made me feel like there was hope for her. She was stronger than most young women I had met, and that’s another thing I loved about her, even though it was still hard for me to admit out loud.

  Madeline asked me to come over to her, and I walked slowly and dropped my towel. My desire was present and ready for her, if she was ready for me. I lay down next to her and smiled at her. “Are you okay? Do you want to take things slow?” I asked her and felt a sad lump in my throat. She shook her head no, and I put my hand on her arm as she leaned in to kiss me. We kept kissing, and I gently put her on her back and put her arms above her head as I put myself between her legs. She was wearing pajama shorts, but I could feel the heat projecting itself from her pussy. It made me so hard and I rubbed myself between her legs.

  I kissed her all over her neck and ears. She began to moan, and I pulled her shorts off and felt the steaminess from between her legs. She took her shirt off and I kissed her breasts. I missed her breasts. They were my sweet Godiva chocolates that I couldn’t get enough of. She started moaning my name and then I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to be inside her.

  It was like heaven, sliding into her wet pussy, and she moaned for more. I quickened the pace of my thrusts as she moaned and screamed my name. It made me feel proud that we were in a motel and we could be heard by the people in the rooms next to us.

  I began to pound her, and she dug her nails into me. I had really missed having her in my arms and me inside her. Our sex before was so good that it made me feel like I was king of the world for having this beautiful woman under me. I watched her orgasm a couple of times, and then I felt it coming and I came. It was so intense that I arched my back as I came like a fountain inside her.

  Long after we had fucked, we were still holding each other and kissing. I held her head and stroked her hair and she smiled at me and nuzzled my nose. She was so cute, and I brought her in for a long and passionate kiss. We stared into each other’s eyes, and I felt it. I loved this woman and I was ready to tell her.

  “Maddie?” I brought my face closer to hers. “Maddie, I want you to know that I will never let this happen to you again. I will never put you in a position of endangering your life. I will always protect you, sweetheart.”

  The smile faded from my face and I had to be serious before I said the most important thing to her. “I will always protect you because I love you.” I looked deep into her eyes and watched her smile as a few tears fell down her cheeks. I smiled and wiped them away.

  “I really love you, Blake.” She kissed me on the lips repeatedly, and I held her closer to me as we continued to kiss. I never wanted to let her out of my sight ever again.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Madeline

  I lay flat on the bed of the motel room. I looked up at the white ceiling and listened to cable TV in the background as I tried to breathe in and out until it didn’t feel heavy anymore. It might be a while before that would happen.

  I lay my arms across the bed and began to listen to the sound of the shower running. I had already taken three showers and I still didn’t feel clean. I was trying to push the whole fiasco with Donato out of my mind. I was beginning to heal, but flashes of it still popped up.

  The shower head was turned off and I lay very still as I closed my eyes and continued to breathe in and out. “Maddie? How are you feeling?” I heard Blake’s voice, and I turned my head without opening my eyes.

  “I’m fine,” I said, lying through my teeth.

  “Maddie, open your eyes and look at me,” he demanded, and I slowly opened them. He looked gorgeous standing there with his defined six-pack and white motel towel covering his lower half. I began to look at each drop of water that rested on his skin, and I rolled over to my side and supported my head with my hand.

  “Come over here,” I said in a smoldering tone.

  Blake smiled and dropped his towel as he walked toward me and lay next to me. “Are you okay? Do you want to take things slow?” he asked with concern in his voice.

  I smiled and shook my head no. He then smiled at me and began to rub my arm. This instantly calmed me and made he feel warm and full of life again. I needed him, I needed Blake to be with me. I needed him to touch me and be inside me.

  I began kissing him, and I melted at the feeling of his warm soft lips against mine. They rolled and caressed in just the right way. I felt my insides go buttery all over, and then Blake took my hands and pinned them above my head.

  He got on top of me and I could feel him between my legs. He kissed me all over my neck and ears and this opened up new sensations to me. I couldn’t help but moan as I became wet. Blake pulled my shorts off and then I took my shirt off and he began to kiss my breasts. I was feeling so many sensations at once and I started to moan his name.

  The next thing I knew, Blake was deep inside me and was thrusting so intensely. I almost couldn’t take it anymore. He started going faster, and I could hear the bed springs singing and I began moaning and screaming along with them. This seemed to encourage Blake as he began to thrust faster and faster. I began to orgasm and then orgasm again. We kept going until Blake suddenly arched his back and yelled out in pleasure as I felt him explode inside me.

  He came back down, and we kissed. We kissed for a long time in each other’s arms, and I could still feel the sweat on my back. I looked into his eyes and nuzzled his nose and kissed him as he held my head and ran his fingers through my hair. He said my name and brought his face closer to mine.

  “Maddie, I want you to know that I will never let this happen to you again. I will never put you in a position of endangering your life. I will always protect you, sweetheart.”

  I felt my heart beat faster with excitement when he called me sweetheart. Then the smile faded from his face and he looked at me intensely and said, “I will always protect you because I love you.” I could’ve died happy in that moment and felt a few tears roll down my cheeks. He smiled at me and wiped them away.

  I looked at him and said, “I really love you, Blake.” I watched him smile and then I went in to kiss him repeatedly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me to get me closer to him. I loved this man and I never wanted to be apart from him again.

  Blake and I had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. It wasn’t until morning that I opened my eyes and saw Blake’s beautiful face. He was extra beautiful because he looked like he belonged to me. I ran my hand over the features on his face and then he grabbed my hand and kissed it and lay his head back down on the pillow. I repeated this process a couple of times with him until he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

  “Good morning,” he said with a groggy voice, and I said good morning back to him. We kissed and he rolled over to check the time.

  Blake had offered to get breakfast, and I stayed under the covers and flipped through channels on the TV. Sleeping with Blake last night made it even easier for me to block out the horrific events of last night. I would probably have to see a therapist at some point in my life. But for now, I had the love of my life and the hopes and dreams waiting for me in Italy.

  I rolled over and reached into my bag where I had the application for the design school I was going to apply to. It was all filled out and ready to mail as soon as I got the opportunity. All I needed to do was talk to Blake about coming with me. As I still lay naked under the sheets and watching TV, Blake came in with breakfast. I perked up and smiled as he waved the half-greasy bags in front of my face. He smiled and kissed me while handing me a bag. We sat and ate on the bed that we’d had passionate sex in the night before. Blake held me by his side as he practically threw the fries into his mouth.

  “I need to talk to you about something
.” I finally found the courage to talk about Italy with him.

  “What do you want to talk about?” He turned to me and smiled. I took a deep breath and smiled at him.

  “So, I have to mail out my application for Design school in Italy,” I said slowly, and he smiled and told me he was proud of me. “The design school is going to be a step toward that glamorous life I will have.” I watched as he wasn’t smiling anymore, and he looked more intrigued about where I was going with this.

  “Do you want to find a mailbox around here?” he said, and I let out a deep sigh as I just had to force myself to say what I wanted to say.

  “I want you to come with me,” I said with an encouraging smile. But Blake still wasn’t smiling. He looked perplexed. I started to feel worried and I asked him what was wrong.

  “I just got you back in my protection and told you I love you,” he said, and the sense of worry seemed to be rising in him quickly. He kept repeating Italy to himself. I grabbed his face and made him look me in the eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” He pulled away and stood up. He said he needed a moment to think and took a walk.

  I shrugged my shoulders in frustration and looked over my application. I had already been through so much that I didn’t have room for another problem to think about. It was a worrying thought in my mind that he wouldn’t come with me. The thought scared me, and I tried to distract myself as I waited for him to return from his walk.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Blake