No matter how hard they tried.
“See you when you get back to Jersey?”
“Of course.”
“Eric’s band plays here, right? Stay until it does.” He paused, trying to swallow back the lump forming in his throat.
“Until you are ready to come back to me.”
“Nick, I really don’t know...” He went to her, kissing her softly on the lips.
“I insist, Jess.”
She gave a half smile, tears falling from her eyes.
“Thank you, Nick.”
“No thanks needed, kid.”
He turned, walking away without uttering another word.
Silent sobs escaped her as she put on her robe. Going to the window she watched as he, Gabriele and the guys got in the limo.
As the car drove out of the driveway, she collapsed on the floor.
She set him free.
The pain overwhelmed her to the point of being excruciating.
What did she just do?
Suddenly she couldn’t take in enough air. She gasped, huge gulps of air, needed desperately not to feel. Knowing exactly how to numb it all.
She opened her purse, taking out her special baggie.
Her own little magic genie.
She made her lines, getting her wishes ready.
Make me forget it all. Make me forget him.
And for a little while…she forgot everything.
The rest of her time in Miami was nothing but a drunken, high blur. When the plane touched down in Newark, she wasn’t exactly sure what would be waiting for her.
The one thing she knew wouldn’t be was Nick.
“I’ll grab the overnight bag, Eric.”
She reached in front of the person standing next to her. “Excuse me, please.”
He stepped back, allowing her access onto the belt. He leaned forward, taking her hand in his, helping her remove the bag.
She looked up to say thank you, but was momentarily struck silent.
He was breathtaking.
She couldn’t break the gaze between them, drawn in by his dark hair, strong features and dangerous vibe. Standing silently, they both held the bag. Hand over hand.
Flushing, she forced herself to speak.
“Thank you.”
“The pleasure was all mine, bella signora.” He released the bag. Watching as she looked back at him, flustered. Eventually finding her way to Eric.
“Is that her, Dante?”
“Yeah, boss. That’s Roman’s girl.”
“I can see why he’s twisted over her.” He smiled, taking a sip of his drink.
“This is going to be so much fucking fun.” They were laughing, lost in chatter when a chauffeur approached the three men.
“Mr. DeMoretti, your car is waiting.”
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Fallen Angel Part 5
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Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye
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He ignored the thump on his office door for as long as he could, knowing immediately who it was by the knock. The more he ignored it the louder and more annoying it became. Placing his cigar into an ashtray and his half empty glass of scotch on the desk, he walked over unlocking the door. Opening it before turning to sit back down.
“Come the fuck in already.”
Angel pushed open the door slightly, finding Nick where he’d spent most of his time since coming back from Miami. At his desk, scotch in hand. Staring at Scooby Doo on the TV. Playing that freaking song over and over on repeat, until he was sure it was going to make his ears bleed.
“Umm boss, I was just told Jess is here. What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing. It’s as always.” His body became rigid, eyes narrowing.
“Come the fuck on, Nick. We both know it’s not as always. You broke it off in Miami and you haven’t spoken to each other in over four weeks.”
“None of your fucking business, Angel.”
“With all due respect, it is my business. You’re my business. Since coming back you’ve been fucking angry as hell. All you do is go around, blowing people away for sneezing.”
“I’m telling you-”
“Nick, stop with the threats. We both know you won’t go through with them, especially with me. Now, you have to deal with her before this destroys you. Especially since you will be seeing her in a few minutes.”
“I’ll deal with her when I’m good and fucking ready. Until then, get out of my office.”
“Boss-”
“Angel, get the fuck out before I blow you away for breathing.”
“I don’t know why I keep putting up with the shit between the two of you. You both deserve each other.” Angel slammed the door, muttering under his breath several choice curse words as he went off to find Jess.
Maybe, just maybe she would be willing to listen to reason.
Then again, it was Jess.
She was just as bullheaded as Nick.
Going up the stairs to the dressing room, still muttering he was met by Allie on her way down. “She up there?”
“Yes. It’s not good.”
“What do you mean by not good, exactly?”
“Go up, see for yourself. Will you keep an eye on her for me please? I have a date tonight.”
“Always, Allie. Have fun.”
Reaching the top of the stairs, he asked the rest of the girls to leave the room. She was sitting in front of the mirror, putting on blood red lipstick. Catching his reflection in the mirror, her eyes filled. She got up to hug him.
“How you been, bambino?”
Jess giggled.
She always giggled when he called her bambino.
“I’ve been perfect.”
“Perfect, my ass. Have you eaten anything since we left Miami?”
“I’ve eaten.”
“Liar. Jess, you need to stop the coke, this is out of control. You’re getting too fucking thin.”
“Oh, Angel.” She sighed. “One can never be too thin. Model, walking hanger, remember?”
“Fuck being a hanger. I could give a rat’s ass less if you’re a model or not. Come on, you’re going to eat something.”
“I’m honestly not hungry. Besides, Nick’s here isn’t he?”
“I’m not playing whatever the fuck game is going on between you two. I’m so over the both of you. Come with me now, or I will pick your skinny ass up and carry you directly to him.”
She knew she wasn’t going to win this round, following him to the bar. Going behind, he pulled up a bag. Taking out a bowl of strawberries.
“How did you know I love strawberries?”
“It’s part of my job to know you, Jess.”
“Scary job, huh?” She sighed heavily.
“Nah. I’ve grown to love your crazy ass.” He softly touched her cheek, smiling at her with so much care and affection. He truly was her knight in shining armor.
She smiled back at him, but her smile was short lived.
“Angel?” Nicks voice bellowed from the background.
“At the bar. You need to see this.”
“Don’t you fucking dare call him.” She pleaded, almost becoming hysterical.
“Not playing the game remember, dearest?”
Nick came around the corner. Stopping when he saw her.
She was nothing but skin and bones. You could count her ribs and see her spine running down her back. His throat squeezed shut, not only because of how she looked, but at the fact she was no longer his.
He missed her, craved her….loved her.
And wanted to beat her ass for how she had let herself get this way.
“Jess.”
“Nick.”
“Look at me.”
She refused.
“I said look at me.”
She turned, her eyes fixed on his face. Crossing her arms over her chest defensively. She tried to hide them under make-up, but he could see the dark purple circles unde
r her eyes. Her face gaunt from the amount of weight she’d lost.
“Jesus, Jess.” Nick’s voice a hoarse whisper. Filled with hurt and concern.
Every emotion she tried to kill for the past four weeks, came back in at once. Hitting her so quickly she felt she couldn’t breathe from her lungs seizing up.
Her heart physically hurt, breaking at the sight of him.
She started trembling, trying her damndest not to cry.
“You aren’t working. Carry her to my office.”
“You don’t get to order me around anymore remember?”
“How could I forget that fact, Jess. But the fact this is my club and I’m your boss, overrules any boyfriend, girlfriend bullshit. You’ll do as I say, and I said you aren’t working. There’s no debate on the subject. Angel, pick her up.”
Before she could refuse Angel picked her up, carrying her to Nick’s office, where he laid her on the couch. Seeing her shiver Nick took his jacket off, placing it over her. Sitting at her feet.
“When was the last time you came down?”
“I don’t know. Lost track of time.” She sounded sullen.
“Keep this up. You’ll die.”
She moved, placing her head on his chest. Feeling the warmth and safety she desired, when he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Her body yearned for him. Ached for him.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled his masculine scent, a mix of cologne and a rich cocoa, coffee smell from his Gurkha Black Dragon cigars. A small smile overcame her face, knowing just by the smell, the brand of cigar he was smoking. And that they were his favorite.
“I’ve missed you, Nick. Did you miss me? Would you miss me if I died?”
He stared at her.
“What the fuck type of question is that? Stop that shit now.”
Looking up into his face, she noticed a yellowing bruise on his jaw, his lip healing from being busted.
“What happened to your face?”
“Fell. Nothing major.”
“Huh, you must have busted your knuckles during the fall, too.”
“What the fuck, Jess. Why the interrogation? You don’t have that right anymore either, remember?”
“How could I forget that fact, Nick?” She threw his own words back up into his face.
“You were the one who said maybe we should take some time apart. This was your fucking idea, kid.”
“If I hadn’t, you would of at some point.” She took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. She felt him squeeze her hand, as they sat in silence in each other arms.
“This stops now, Jess. You’re going to cut back on the coke. And, can you please explain to me why Eric didn’t stop you?”
“He was high too.”
“I’m going to fucking-” She placed a hand on his arm.
“Don’t, Nick. I snorted the stuff, not him. This is all on me, I really was hurting. Thinking…knowing I lost you.” She tried to control the emotion in her tone.
Failing miserably.
“So, are you seeing anyone I should know about?”
Looking into her eyes, he chuckled.
He was so in love with this woman.
“No. No one you should know about, little one. And I’m driving you home.”
She scowled at him. He ignored her.
“I mean it Jess. No more coke. We’ll talk about all of this, and about us tomorrow.”
“What about my jeep?”
“Carlo can drive it.” He took her keys, tossing them to Carlo.
“Grab your jacket, man. We’re going for a ride.”
About the Authors
Alisa Anderson
Well…Alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. Only now she has two boys crazy enough to want her to be their mommy. Hey, at least she tried to warn them. So her job is done.
She lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows.) Who look like the Rock and Ian Somerhalder, and Idris Elba. And, that’s it she promises. Variety. Gotta have it right?
Cameron Skye
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.
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