by Posey Parks
“Yeah, ok.”
She waved them in.
“Hey, man, after all this is over you and Emoni need to come over to the house for dinner.” He lightly patted my shoulder.
“Of course.”
Sierra kissed my cheek. “I’m so happy you made it out of surgery. I know you are in good hands with my bestie.” She smiled.
“Yeah, I am. She’s one hell of a woman.”
Sierra pulled Emoni into her arms. “Love you, girl. Call Dillon if you need anything else.”
“You know I will.”
Dillon hugged her before he and Sierra walked out of the room.
~
Later, I awoke in my bedroom.
“You’re awake, Mr. Esposito.” Dr. Connor instantly ran a cold silver wand along the bottom of my foot.
“Can you feel that?”
“Yes.”
“Wiggle your toes.”
This was the third time he had me wiggle my toes today. “Everything good, doc?”
“Yes. The bullet was lodged closer to your spine than first anticipated from previous scans. Luckily, I was able to remove it without causing any damage to your spinal cord.”
I sighed. “Thank you, doc.”
He nodded. “I’ll monitor you for a few more days than in two weeks you can follow up with your family physician. You can resume exercising in three weeks. But light exercises. In a month you can lift over fifty pounds.”
“That’s great news. And sexual activity?” I asked eagerly. I didn’t remember ever being so fucking horny.
He smiled. “We’ll get you up on your feet now. The more you walk around you’ll heal better. Then in a few days to a week you should be able to regain sexual activities.”
“Good. For the inconvenience we’ll throw in an extra hundred K.”
He nodded.
Emoni stepped into the room.
“Mrs. Esposito, I’ll walk your husband around the house. We’ll be back.”
“Ok.” She sat in the chair in the corner of the room.
Emoni wrung her hands as the doctor helped me to my feet, then sighed.
“It’s ok, Emoni.”
She half smiled.
Grinning through the pain, I walked out of the room with Dr. Connor’s assistance. Maceo and Kagan watched as each step I took was stronger than the last.
“I’d like to see how my cousin’s doing.”
“Sure.”
Dr. Connor walked me into Kahn’s room.
“Hey, man, how are you?”
He smiled at me from the hospital bed, tearing his attention from the sports channel.
“Dr. Connor said I am healing nicely. I’m milking this time and getting some much-needed rest.” His blue eyes brightened.
“You would want to milk this shit.” I smacked his foot.
“Tomorrow morning, walk your ass over to my room and join me for breakfast.”
He saluted. “Will do, boss.”
“Fuck you, Kahn.”
He laughed and pressed play on the remote.
Fifteen minutes later, I sat in bed eating lunch.
I caressed Emoni’s waist with one hand while I ate the broth.
“You don’t have to stand. Get up here.”
“I want to give you your space.”
“You’re my wife. There isn’t any space.”
She blushed and leaned over, pressing her lips against my cheek.
“The doctor said I’ll be able to regain sexual activity soon.” I clamped my teeth on her earlobe.
“I can’t wait to make love to you, Emoni.”
“Shit,” she breathed.
“I-I don’t think we should.”
“Hey, I want to make love to my beautiful wife.”
She pulled back, staring into my eyes. “Maybe. I do miss you inside of me. I also miss how good your tongue feels inside me.”
“Fuck, baby, which do you want more? My cock or my tongue?”
She licked my lower lip. “Both,” she purred.
“I’m rock hard, Emoni. Touch it.”
She didn’t hesitate. Our gazes remained locked.
Emoni slipped her hand under the hospital gown and stroked my cock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.”
I shoved the table back. Emoni stroked faster. Her thumb swiped the pre-cum off the tip of my dick. She slipped her wet thumb between those pouty lips and sucked.
“So good.”
“Before the day’s over you will be riding my dick.”
She pulled the cover over my torso. “Not tonight. We can wait.” Emoni stepped back.
My mouth dropped open. “I can’t.”
“Marco, I am new to you. That’s the only reason you are eager to fuck me.” She smiled, slipping out of the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
MARCO
Three days later Doc left me with plenty of pain meds to manage the pain.
Romeo personally escorted Dr. Connor home. He bugged his house and reminded him what would happen if he talked to the cops. Not that anyone would believe him. He didn’t even know what part of Jersey he had been in while he was here. One of my guys would pay him a visit from time to time.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing only black joggers, I twirled the pasta carbonara around my fork.
“Now that Romeo has returned, we can get started.”
Emoni sat beside me. Kahn sat in a chair across from me. Maceo, Kagan, Romeo, and Rémy stood along the wall.
“Emoni, you’ve brought me up to speed as far as how we met, your shitty ex-fiancé, and our trip to Vegas. There’s still a shit load of information missing. Tell me everything.”
I clutched my head, listening to how everything unfolded.
“Fuck,” I roared. “Maceo, I need a bottle of Jim Beam.”
He darted across the room and returned, placing a glass and the bottle on the coffee table.
Emoni pulled her legs under her, nuzzling in the corner of the sofa.
“Why are you sitting so far away?” I poured the brown liquor in the low-ball glass.
“Marco, you don’t have to pretend. You saved a stranger. And took on my fight. You almost died to save my life.”
“Get back over here.”
She hesitated, then scooted beside me.
“Hey, the fucker’s dead. That’s what I wanted.”
Her brow rose. “You remember?”
“Nope, I don’t need to. He did all that shit to keep you away from me, I know myself.” I pointed around the room. “They know me too. I wanted his ass dead.” I caressed her ass as I sipped the whiskey.
“What the fuck are we doing about the mother-fucking rat who switched out our vests?”
“He’s being held at your warehouse,” Maceo stated.
“Good. And how is Tadeas doing in Italy?”
“He’s fine. I ordered him to remain in Italy until we catch Roderigo.” Emoni gripped her palm.
“Good. I will torture the bastard responsible for the vests.”
Everyone nodded. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. No one met my gaze.
“I can’t believe that bastard penetrated my crew.”
“He was a newer guy and shouldn’t have been allowed access.” Maceo ran his hand along the back of his neck.
“I’ll handle it. Anything else?”
Emoni stared at Maceo, gripping her neck.
“I’ve had it,” I growled.
“What the fuck is up with you two?” I stood briefly.
“Everyone else out.”
Maceo sat in the chair Kahn vacated.
I peered at Emoni after the remainder of our men left. Sitting on the edge of the sofa I sipped the whiskey.
“Marco, you allowed me to handle the strip clubs.”
“I know. Maceo told me.”
“Some of the women were combative.” She stared at her lap.
“Mainly, Vanisha. Do you remember her?”
“Yeah, I
was supposed to hang out with her when I returned from Portland.”
She swallowed hard. “We fought. She wouldn’t stop coming for me. That bitch threatened to kill me. All because she wanted to keep you in her life for selfish reasons. To spend your money.” Emoni’s eyes darkened.
“I told you I wanted to kill her. And you allowed me to carry out my plan. But when I walked into the room in your parents’ basement, you were waiting for me. I begged you not to stay. I told you I could manage. Maceo was there if I needed help, he could have helped me. You stayed. I killed her, and we dismembered her body together.”
Why would I do that?
Silence. I pondered on her words.
I picked up the glass, stood, and hurled it across the room. It shattered upon impact, breaking into a million pieces.
Her body jerked in my peripheral.
My head snapped in her direction. “You’re my wife. Not his. Depending on Maceo is an absolute last resort. He’s one of my loyal men. Meaning he aides you when I am not capable.” I yanked her chin, holding her gaze.
“So, if I told you I’d help you kill Vanisha than that’s what I meant.” I paced the floor.
I shoved my fingers through my hair. “Maceo, I thank you for looking after my wife while I was down. She needs to come to me first under normal circumstances.”
Emoni walked toward me, chest heaving.
Maceo rose. “Understood, boss.”
“Patrol the perimeter, then rest. I need to talk to Mrs. Esposito.”
“Not a problem.” He vacated the living room.
I stared into my wife’s needy eyes. She placed her hand against my chest.
“Baby, calm down.”
“I’m fine,” I muttered.
She was so fucking horny. Her fingers curled at her sides and Emoni’s nipples hardened through the T-shirt.
My fingers twisted in her hair. I yanked her head back and crushed her lips.
“You will come all over my dick.” I slipped my hand into her panties and massaged her wet folds.
“Marco, I’m so wet for you.”
“Damn, baby, you are.” Fuck, she was gushing wet.
“I want to go upstairs to our bedroom.” Her tongue slid along my neck.
I intertwined our fingers and led her up the stairs. “Which room?”
She walked in front of me and led us down the hall into a master suite.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” Her eyes dimmed.
I closed and locked the door. “Why?” I swept a jet-black lock of hair behind her ear.
“Because Marco, I’m in love with you. You’re horny.”
I yanked her leggings under her ass. “I am horny for you. I hadn’t thought about fucking any other woman. You are all I want. Get naked.”
Her gorgeous fucking face lit up, and she burst into laughter.
“You like that?”
“I love it.”
Her eyes softened. “Marco, I’m your Donna. I’ve never killed anyone before you. I’ve never had a man who makes me feel safe the way you do. You almost died for me.” A lonely tear slid down her cheek.
I caressed her stomach. “You don’t know how much I wish I remembered you. Remembered us. The first time we made love. The moment you told me you were carrying my baby. I was startled to see your beautiful face when I woke up, but to learn you’re my wife. I remember I was tired of bedding down random women. So, if I met you and we hit it off and I defended you against─.”
She placed her finger over my lips. “You said we are not to talk about him in our bedroom.”
“Smart.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the chaise lounge chair.
“I need to sit down.”
“Shit, I wasn’t thinking. You need to take it easy.”
“You know what I love about you?”
She shoved her black leggings down her legs. “What’s that?”
“How you monitored your surroundings when I was wheeled into the medical facility earlier this week. Baby, that was sexy. I never had a woman who wasn’t crazy and would do anything to protect me.”
She whipped my oversized T-shirt over her head. Her breasts rested in a red thin satin bra. I wanted to suck her nipple into my mouth. “I’d do anything to protect us.” Her hands swayed her belly.
“Come here.”
She snatched off her bra and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her red panties. She shoved them over her round ass, and they fell to the floor.
Her dark brown skin radiated before me.
“Turn around.”
She did as she was told. I scooted to the edge of the ottoman. My fingers curled around her curvy waist. “All mine.” I dropped soft kisses against her smooth ass.
“Fuck, Emoni.” I sucked on her lower back.
Her body quivered against my lips. She came unhinged.
I turned her to face me. “Emoni, what’s wrong?”
“Sorry, Marco. I can’t do it.” She stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
“Fuck,” I growled.
She was fragile. The husband she knew loved her. I was in awe of her. In my mind, I found the woman I’d been looking for. The woman I desired. Just by the way she cared for me, I knew why I fell in love with her. Until my memory came back, I’d spend every moment showing her I appreciate her. I walked over to the door.
“Emoni.” My knuckles tapped on the door.
“I’m coming in.” I turned the knob and sauntered inside.
She sat on the wooden shower bench. Her hair was pulled up into a ball in the middle of her head. I shed my clothes, opened the encloser, and stepped inside.
“Talk to me, Emoni.”
She pulled her legs into her chest. Her head dropped on her knees. Deep sobs ripped through her body. I sat beside her, pulling her into my side.
“You’re not supposed to be in here. The bandages.”
I ignored her statement. “You aren’t accustomed to this life style. My mother is. I’m sure she’s broken down a time or two. You said you met with her. What did she say?”
“She said you never brought women home to meet her. That you wanted her approval. She said you loved me. And that she knew I was the right woman for you. I asked her was she sure because I came with a lot of baggage. She said I was dealing with a spineless man. She said she could see my strength deep down.” Emoni smiled.
“She said I held all the power now. And that I’d bring him to his knees and make him pay. And I did. I pretended to be frightened. A part of me was scared of him still. But no longer did I fear him. I stood close to him and whipped out my blade that sliced through his flesh and bone like butter. His hand fell to the floor. By the time I was done, I stuffed his dick in his mouth.”
My eyes widened. “Shit!”
“He’d done unspeakable things to me. Kagan watched. He said I was ruthless.” She chuckled.
“After that, men came looking for you in the hospital. I had to think quick. I asked Maceo to trust me. He laid in the bed and I waited behind the door for one of your killers to enter the room. I jumped on his back and slit his throat. I don’t have any remorse toward those who wronged us. It’s just the fight isn’t over. The moment you’re healed enough to travel, we have to find our final enemy and bring him to his knees. I know where he is?”
“Where?”
“In Mexico. The Hernandez cartel is guarding him.”
“We’ll be ready to strike. You should stay behind.”
“No. I have my right-hand woman. She will accompany us. I’ll also wear a black armor suit. Sierra said Romeo will bring it over tomorrow.”
My brow rose. “Armor?”
“You’ll see tomorrow. She said it’s soft on top and hard as steel underneath.”
I nodded. “While I was in surgery, I dreamed of you at my side. I spoke to a guy I despise at a poker table in Vegas.”
Her eyes grew in size.
“Yes. He made me feel uncomfortable.”
“He piss
ed me off. I hated how he looked at you. He disrespected me. I sent Maceo to beat his ass the following day. But that was all I remembered. Honestly, I knew you were important to me. I wanted to spend all my free time with you. We weren’t married.” I scratched my head.
“No, you asked me to join you for your poker tournament in Vegas.”
“That’s right. I forgot I was headed back to Vegas for business and pleasure. Who won the game?”
Her shoulder bumped mine. “You did.” She grinned from ear to ear.
“Emoni, just because I want to have sex with you doesn’t mean that’s all I want. You’re my wife. I trust myself. If I married you, made you the Donna, and impregnated you, I am not going anywhere.” I grabbed her hand and kissed her soft skin.
“Be patient with me. I’ll find my way back to you.”
Her head rested on my shoulder. “Ok. Let’s get out of here.” She rinsed her face.
I wrapped her in a towel and led her to our bed.
“Marco, lie down.” I sank into a sea of pillows at the top of the bed.
She released the towel, and it fell to the floor. “I don’t expect you to say you love me. When I say it, please allow me to remember us as we were before you were shot.”
Emoni hovered over me.
“Ok.”
I circled two fingers over her clit, then slipped them into her core. She was tight.
“Marco, I need to come,” she whispered into my ear.
I pinched her clit, then sped up the pace as I rubbed her greedy little knub.
“Don’t come yet.”
“Marco, I need to.” She rocked her pussy over my fingers.
“Your fingers are the best.”
“I thought you wanted my cock?”
Her fingers swayed my lips. “Trust me, I do. I want all of you. Please, me. I want to forget just for a little while.”
“You want to forget us?”
She clenched her eyes shut. “No, I want to get lost in the memory of us.”
“Open your eyes, Emoni. Look at me. I’m your husband, baby. Only you will ride this dick. No one else matters.”
Slowly, I slipped my tongue between her lips and captured her tongue. I lined my cock up with her tight pussy and inched inside her.
“Emoni, can you take all of this dick?”
“Fuck, yes. Give me what belongs to me,” she moaned.