“Oh, Collin. Oh God, I love taking showers with you guys,” she admitted.
He moved faster and faster then held her jaw and stroked her throat the way he liked to while making love to her. She felt her body spasm, and she came.
“Fuck,” Collin said, thrust again and again, and came inside of her. “I love you so much, Gisella—so fucking much. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of loving you, of having you here with us always.”
“Then her ass better move in soon,” Fedarro said, shocking her.
She tried to calm her breathing as Collin stroked her back and held her in his arms. She kissed his neck. “I love you, too.”
He smiled. Before she could ask Fedarro if his statement was an invitation, he walked out of the room. Collin held her jaw and cheek and looked into her eyes.
“He’s about to lose his mind and just move you in here without your consent. I mean, empty your apartment and just do it.”
“Well, you didn’t really ask me to move in with you,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’ve been here every night. We want you here with us. We love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” She held onto his shoulders.
“So?”
“I suppose I can start making the plans to relocate.”
He smiled. “You don’t need to lift a finger. Just give the okay, and we’ll take care of everything.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
He hugged her to him, and she kissed his neck.
* * * *
Gisella was a little antsy at the meeting with this guy who supposedly worked for some Russian mobster or something. Vlladim was good friends with Fedarro and Collin, and he was looking for a new apartment but nothing as big as a penthouse. She had some in mind, and after about an hour looking at possibilities, they headed out for some viewings. He had a security guy with him, and she had Lenox.
She tried not to think about how her men were at some meeting and seemed on edge. Both had been angry and short with everyone after Fedarro had gotten a phone call and filled Collin in. Something was going on, and she didn’t want to ask because it was part of the rules. At this point she was fine with accepting whatever the men demanded from her. She trusted them and loved them.
When she finished showing Vlladim the last place, he seemed to have made a decision. When he told her it was the third place they saw, she smiled.
“That’s an incredible apartment. It will work out well for you, and it’s a short distance to the company you said you work for.”
They went back to the office to make the arrangements, and then she packed up her things. She noticed that Lenox got a phone call and mouthed that he needed five minutes. She nodded and headed to the ladies’ room. On her way out, Keller grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“There’s a situation. You need to come with me.”
“Where? What situation?”
He pulled her to the stairwell door, and when they opened it, Emanuel and Iglesias were there. Emanuel had a gun to Andrew’s head.
“Come with us or we’ll kill them,” Emanuel said.
She swallowed hard. “Seriously? You’re pulling this on me after everything? What do you want with me, Emanuel?”
“Just fucking move now. We don’t have time.” Iglesias reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her down the stairs and into his arms.
She gasped. “You’ll die for doing this. You know that, right?” she said, her voice cracking.
“We’re as good as dead as is, thanks to your fucking boyfriends,” Emanuel said, following them down the stairs.
She looked up at Andrew and Hawk.
“You two stay there and don’t fucking go get help for her, or you’re dead,” Iglesias threatened.
They dragged her down the last flight of stairs and into the cold back parking lot. Only wearing her business dress, she instantly felt the difference in temperature. “Why are you doing this? What will it get you? I don’t understand. You’ve told me time and time again about caring about me.”
She was shocked by the strike to her mouth.
“You’re nothing but a whore to them. They killed Vender, and you fuck them without a care?” he yelled at her.
Tears stung her eyes. Her lips were bleeding, and her cheek was sore. “You have no proof of that, and even if that were the case, it was Vender’s own fault.”
The second hit was harder, and then Iglesias was pushing her into the backseat of an SUV with three other men inside.
Suddenly bullets started hitting the SUV, and the driver sped off. Through the window, she could see Lenox pointing a gun, shooting, and Scotch on his cell phone.
* * * *
Fedarro stood and slammed his hand down on the table. York jumped.
“Emanuel and Iglesias just abducted Gisella from her office,” he said.
“Those crazy bastards. Why the hell would they do that?” Mateus asked.
“They must have found out about this deal, about them losing everything and you getting a take. They were willing to do whatever was necessary to get my club and the street action surrounding it. They’re desperate now. They want revenge against you,” York stated.
“Revenge against us for what? This was your shitting deal, not ours,” Collin yelled.
“Revenge from years ago. They said that you gave the order to kill Vender, their cousin. That’s what Romando told them,” York said to them.
“Holy shit. We didn’t kill that fucking guy. We know nothing about that,” Fedarro said.
“Who is Vender?” Mateus asked.
“We’ll explain. Jesus, what a fucking mess, and they’re going to do what? Hurt Gisella, kill her to get revenge when she was what they wanted from the start?” Collin asked.
“What the hell is going on?” Major asked.
“Find that vehicle. Find them now,” Fedarro said.
Five minutes later they were traveling in the SUV, following a sighting Lenox had on the vehicle and Gisella’s location.
“So let me get this shit straight. Gisella has a boyfriend in college she falls in love with, and he’s a Picatta, Emanuel and Iglesias’s cousin, and she sees him get killed, then swears off all men and relationships because of that tragedy until she meets you. Then Romando tells his nephews that you guys issued a hit to kill Vender because he was a punk kid trying to steal from us? What the fuck?” Mateus asked.
“That wasn’t even our territory. Fedarro looked Vender up immediately and got info on him. It was all bullshit. They wanted her as part of their family from the start to probably hold onto Vender as a reminder. Emanuel and Iglesias are desperate now. They’ve lost everything,” Fedarro said to them.
“Fuck, this isn’t good at all. They could hurt her or worse,” Collin stated.
“We’ll get to her. We promised we would protect her, and that’s what we’ll do,” Fedarro said.
* * * *
Gisella stared at Emanuel and Iglesias. They looked exhausted, strung out, and desperate. “What is the point of this? I mean really, Emanuel, what do you expect the end result to be?” she asked in a low tone.
He looked at her, the gun in the waistband of his pants, sweat stains on his collar and under his arms. He was scared, and he should be. He stepped toward her, and she leaned back against the wall. She was sitting on a dirty floor in some halfway house in the inner city, some abandoned building near nothing.
“How about revenge, Gisella? Huh? How about that?” he yelled at her.
“Revenge? Really? For something you can’t prove and an incident that happened five years ago? No. I don’t buy that. This is a stupid decision, and obviously you have no plan.”
The backhand came across her mouth so fast and hard she fell to the floor and cried out.
“She’s right. We have no fucking plan. The guys didn’t show up. We’re stranded here now, and the Fiorre family will close in and take us out,” Iglesias said and looked at his watch.
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“No. No they won’t. The guys will come. They said they would. We made the plans and got the information they wanted and the money.”
“They lied to us. We’re fucked, and she is going to get us killed,” Iglesias said.
“You’re going to get yourselves killed,” she said, clenching her teeth.
Emanuel kicked her in the side.
“Emanuel, don’t!” Iglesias yelled.
But he kicked her again, pulled her up by the hair, and shoved her against the wall. He roared, and then he pressed his mouth over hers, grabbed at her breasts, sore ribs, and clothing, ripping it. She was scared—so scared and hurt—but also angry at what monsters these two turned out to be.
She didn’t know if help was coming or if her men knew where to find her. She was angry at being taken, beaten, hurt by two men she had once trusted.
He was breathing heavily against her neck and pulling down her dress strap. “We can take her together. The way it was supposed to be. That will get revenge on her other lovers. That will avenge Vender’s death.”
He roared and ripped the dress. She screamed and shoved her knee up hard against his groin. He bent over, coughing, and she shoved at him and went to run, but Iglesias grabbed her by the strap of her dress. She swung at him, decking him in the nose. Grunting, he released her, and she ran.
She ran through the building, down the stairs, and into the darkness of the room. She heard them yelling and running toward her. She ducked and hid behind some garbage bins. Her body ached, her were ribs bruised, and her lips and cheek were so sore.
“You’re dead, bitch. This is all your fault. All of it. We lost it all because of you.”
They were right there. Right behind her where she held onto the bins, trying not to make a sound. She jumped when she heard the gunshot once, twice, a third time and then a fourth. She covered her ears and sobbed. She was shaking, crying and, then heard the voice.
“Gisella,” Fedarro said and appeared right in front of her.
“Baby, come on. It’s over,” Collin said to her.
She eased up, cringing, and Fedarro’s eyes narrowed.
“Give me the gun. We’ll take care of everything. Get her out of here,” Mateus said.
Roman stood over the two bodies. Fedarro passed over the gun, and Collin picked Gisella up into his arms and carried her out of the building. She sobbed against his shoulder, and they cursed about her injuries. She couldn’t stop shaking and held on tight. She didn’t look around to see who was there. She just wanted to put all of this behind her and never face such danger again.
“It’s over, Gisella. We got you,” Fedarro said, reached out, and stroked her shoulder.
The moment they got her into the SUV she squeezed Collin tight. She inhaled his cologne and used that familiar scent, and the security of his arms, to settle her breathing. Her heart raced and as he smoothed his hands long her ribs she moaned.
“Fuck. You’re hurt here, too?” Collin asked.
Tears flowed and she tightened her hold on him. “I hurt everywhere.”
“Goddamn it. This never should have happened. You never should have been in the middle of this shit,” Fedarro stated in anger.
She reached out with a shaking hand and held onto his forearm. He looked at her, and his eyes widened. Her mouth ached and was definitely swollen. She could tell he was angry as he looked at her lips and a scowl formed on his face.
“I’m here with you now. You found me in time, before they could—
“Don’t, sweetie. Don’t talk about it. It’s over. We love you and will protect you always. Always.” Collin said to her.
“I love you both too—forever,” she said, then squeezed Fedarro’s hand, and held it on her thigh as she kept her face against Colin’s neck.
She continued breathing in his scent, absorbing the feel of his muscular capable arms and having both her men and their security surrounding her. She was safe, and she was alive. She would take every opportunity to love her men every day for the rest of her life.
“Take me home, please. I want to go home with the two of you.”
“You got it, baby. Let’s go home,” Fedarro said.
Epilogue
Sweet, gentle kisses cascaded along her skin. She tightened only slightly as those lips hit the small remnants of bruising along her ribs from weeks ago. No questions had been asked about Emanuel and Iglesias, and she didn’t care. She hated them, and all they’d exposed her to and how they had hurt her, manipulated her, and been planning to rape her as vengeance.
She inhaled Fedarro’s and Collin’s cologne, absorbed the feel of their fingers and mouths exploring her body. The lovemaking helped to heal her fears and anxiety. She knew she was safe now, but she feared for their lives—her lovers, their guards, their family, and friends. It was funny how she had tried so hard to keep away from them, from men like these, and had nearly trusted the wrong men entirely too much.
She didn’t want to ask questions, and she knew that her men wouldn’t tell her much, but Fedarro swore that he and Collin had never known Vender or issued a hit of any kind. Then he expressed the importance of her not asking any questions regarding their business and said that all she needed to worry about was healing and loving them.
As they held her between them and cuddled up close, she lay in the darkness feeling content, protected, and loved. She fit in here. With Fedarro and Collin, with their family and friends, and the whole community they were part of. For the first time in many years, she was content and happy. She was willing to give all of herself fully to two men she loved with all her heart.
Her choice of taking the chance one more time on love had turned out to be the last one she would ever take, for she knew she would love Fedarro and Collin forever. She would accept their professions and lives, as they would be accepting, supportive, and helpful with hers. It was all meant to be, and surely she was strong enough, empowered enough, and more than capable of being the only woman of two made men forever.
THE END
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