“Am I awake?” I ask.
“Very much so. It’s been a long night for you, I’m sure.”
Through the window of Rocco’s room, I can see him resting. He’s hooked up to a large machine. Weakly, he waves, and my heart nearly stops.
“Okay, here it is. Try and be quick, please. He needs to rest,” she says, opening the doors. “You hear that Mr. Morelli? You need rest. You got five minutes before I give you a heavier dose of morphine.”
“Ay ay, captain,” he says, smiling from all the drugs they’ve got him on. “Nurse, close the door. We need a little time alone.”
He winks.
“I’m your doctor,” she says. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. No engaging in any cardiovascular activity, if you know what I mean.”
“No fun,” Rocco says.
She closes the door.
There’s a few seconds where we just stare into each other’s eyes. Then reality comes rushing back to me.
“You bastard,” I say. “You scared me half to death.”
He smiles big. “But I’m alive, aren’t I?” he asks. “If I’m being honest, I thought I was a goner for a second.”
Tears stream down my cheeks again. “I could slap you right now, I’m so mad at you!”
“I love you, baby girl,” he says, wincing. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I’m going to be honest. I think I want to sell the business.”
I kiss his cheek. “You can do whatever you want. As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”
“I’ve got a nice retirement fund. Ten million dollars. I say we sell the business, get a couple more million and move somewhere nice. I need to get out of this city. After this, I’m just not sure if I can handle living here anymore,” he says.
I can’t stop smiling. “Where will we go?”
“Anywhere you want. I mean it. I don’t care where we are as long as I can have you forever,” he says. “No more hiding. I’m going to kiss you every day, in front of everyone. No one is going to tell me I can’t have you.”
I laugh a little, choking up at the same time. “Promise?” I find ask.
He points to his jacket in the corner of the room. It’s covered in his dried blood, hung up on the door. “Hand me that, will you?”
“Okay,” I say.
He’s so weak. I’ve never seen him like this. He risked everything for me. For us.
“I was going to save this for another time,” he grunts. “But I guess now is as good a time as any.”
He pulls out a small black box, and I feel all those butterflies flapping away inside my stomach. The butterflies grow until I’m forced to stand, weeping with joy.
“No,” I whisper.
“You can’t say no. I haven’t asked you anything.”
I lower to the floor, holding onto the metal railing of his bed. “I know what you’re going to ask,” I say.
He smiles showing those pearly white teeth. “Madison Napolitano,” he starts. “Will you…”
“Yes!” I scream. “I will.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” he says.
“Okay.”
“Will you call the nurse in here for me? I’m in some pain, and—”
I frown, and he bursts out laughing, clutching at his wound.
“Not funny,” I mutter.
“Madison, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re as willing as I am to be crazy, wild, and adventurous. You’ve never questioned who I am. You’ve always been on my side, from the very start,” he says, turning serious.
“Not the very start,” I say.
He grins. “I would gladly take eight more bullets for you.”
“Just eight?”
“Any more, and I’d probably be lying down, six feet under. I wanted to make this more special. I wanted to write out just how much you mean to me. Byron took that moment from me. So will you just trust me when I tell you that you mean the world to me? Will you be with me for the rest of your life? Will you marry me, and be my darling wife until the end of time?”
“Of course, I will,” I cry.
“Are you being serious?” he asks me. “Because I can’t think of a more perfect person than you. I know I’ve got my faults. I’m cocky and arrogant, and sometimes downright selfish. I’m a little perverted…”
“A little?”
He chuckles. “I know in my heart of hearts that it’s you I want to spend my life with. Forever.”
“I’ve never been more serious,” I say. “You don’t know how much I love you.”
“You haven’t even seen the ring yet. You’re going to really love me now.”
He laughs, opening the box. Inside is a stunning ring, covered in diamonds. Not too extravagant. Not too simple.
Shaking, he takes it from the box. “I think it’s timeless. Just like you.”
I try to hold back my tears, but it’s impossible. “It’s gorgeous,” I whisper. “Oh, Rocco. You ass. It’s perfect.”
“I love you, Madison,” he says. “Even if you said no, I’d still love you forever. You’re God’s gift to the world. I really believe that.”
The doctor knocks on the door before stepping inside the room. “Okay, my patient needs to rest,” she says.
I look like a wreck.
She turns to Rocco and smiles. “So, you did it? What did she say?”
I show her the ring on my finger, grinning like a maniac.
“She said no, and that she hates my guts,” he says.
“You’re very lucky,” the doctor says. “This guy is a real joker, but he’s been asking about you since he woke up. He really loves you.”
“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
“He’s lucky too, I’m sure,” she says.
Then she turns to Rocco and says, “No more shootouts, okay?”
“I’ll try my best, doc,” he says.
Rocco
I’m lucky they didn’t amputate my leg.
I guess I bled out pretty badly before Ricardo dropped me off at the emergency room. If I didn’t have him with me, I would have died.
I owe him a lot.
The fact that I get to spend one more day with Madison is a blessing. I still can’t believe I’m alive to tell this story.
The road to recovery has been tough. It’s taken a lot of hard work and physical therapy to get back to “normal.” The police interrogations didn’t make it any easier.
After taking some days to go over the case, they realized my story checked out. It was a clear case of self-defense. Anyone would have fired back.
I did their job for them.
Yeah, I’m lucky. That’s pretty obvious. Still, there are days where I feel like nothing is going my way.
Every night in this hospital I think about her. Sure, she visits me. She stays most nights. But we’re not allowed to get physical. Doctor’s orders.
Well, today is the day of my release. I’m finally capable enough to walk out of here. With no limp and hardly any pain. I feel as good as new.
You should see my hospital bills…
I’m supposed to rest, but that ain’t happening. I’m claiming her as my fiancé. I’m fucking her until the sun goes down.
When we get to her place, we’re silent. She makes a pot of coffee and tells me the good news. “I won the settlement. The Napolitano Hotel chain is mine. Mine to sell,” she says.
I’m a little shocked. “You’re selling?”
She grins. “I thought we could use a new house.”
Is she crazy? I’ve got all the money in the world.
“Fuck the house. Come here.”
She hugs me carefully, but I pull her hard around my lap. “No more acting gentle around me. If I’m going to be your husband, you can’t think of me as weak anymore.”
“What about your leg?” She asks.
“Don’t worry about that. Worry about that pussy of yours.”
She laughs, dragging her pelvis against my lap a bi
t harder than normal. “Excuse me?”
My cock twitches until it rises beneath my shorts. It lays firm against the middle of her skirt, arching against her panties.
“You heard me, woman,” I say. “I’m all better. And I want to ride you all fucking night.”
“Rocco…” She moans, closing her eyes.
I wrap my hand against her collar, tracing my fingers down to her nipples. I squeeze and cup her breasts in my hands.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” she asks.
Her breathing is deep and irregular. “Seems like you aren’t.”
“It’s been a while, and you’re as hard as a rock.”
I kiss her neck, tasting her skin. “You scared?”
She nods. “In a good way.”
“Sit on my fucking face. I’ll ease your fears,” I command her.
“Oh my God—”
“Sit. On. My. Face,” I repeat.
Using all the strength I have, I grab her thighs and hold her above me. I kiss her stomach, lips and tongue tracing toward her pelvis. I ease my mouth between her thighs.
It’s been too long since she’s felt me.
Teasing, I lick around her pussy. Her skirt drapes over my head, concealing me, but she knows what’s about to happen. I push back and lay her down on the bed, making her feel as comfortable as possible.
“I’m Rocco. I’ll be your doctor today.”
I tear her skirt in half. I’ll buy a new one for her tomorrow. Tonight is our night. And I’m going to destroy this pussy.
I eat her, tongue snaking between her lips. I part her open with my fingers, arching against her spot. Soon enough, she’s talking to me, moaning.
“I’ve missed this so much.”
“How bad?” I ask.
I insert my ring finger inside her, and she feels tight around my knuckles. Each aching breath causes my cock to grow.
“So fucking bad,” she grunts.
I reach up and touch each breast, ready to take her.
“More,” she moans.
My focus is on her, always. This is what she gets for the rest of her life.
Her body shakes. “Umph… I’m coming,” she whimpers.
“Already?”
But she can’t respond. She grabs my arms and holds on for dear life, stomach vibrating, coming like she’s never come before.
“Fuck!” she screams, using my hand as a steering wheel. “Don’t… stop!”
“I never will. This is going to be every morning, every night, for the rest of your life,” I warn her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Her mouth hangs open, eyes dilated with excitement and anticipation. I run my hand down her body and feel the goose bumps across her skin.
“Put a baby inside me,” she whispers.
Did I hear what I think I just heard?
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask.
She lowers her chin and raises her eyes. “Don’t make me beg.”
I lean over, tongue sliding through her mouth. My cock slaps hard across her clit and she reaches down and guides it in. Her mouth falls wide open as warmth takes over.
Looks like she forgot what it feels like to be with me.
“That’s right, Mrs. Morelli,” I whisper. “This is your gift. Use this cock.”
“It’s mine?” She moans as I push it inside deeper.
“For the rest of your life,” I tell her.
“I don’t know if I can handle that,” she says.
Holding her upper back in place, I thrust harder. Deeper. “You’ll just have to be trained,” I say.
My balls slap against her ass as I penetrate. As she kisses, I buck. As she moans, I swivel my thumb around her clit.
She is mine. Mine forever.
She turns around, breathing heavily. “Do you want me like this?” she asks, arching her ass into the air.
She smiles knowing full well I do.
I spank her ass, observing her creamy flesh turn red. I grab her waist and hold on. This is going to be a ride I’ll never forget.
“That’s my man,” she groans. “Shoot it inside of me. I want you to fill me up.”
Never in my life have I wanted to make a woman pregnant, but this is different. She’s off the pill, and I want to explode inside of her. I want us to wake up tomorrow and know that we started a family in the heat of passion.
I want her forever, and I want to see this through to the deepest level.
She has changed me…
I bend forward. I penetrate. I hold onto her shoulders, staring into her wondrous eyes. She’s all I’ve got, and I’m never letting go.
Between my legs, a warmth grows into a pleasurable, pulsating feeling. My muscles tighten, and I’m glistening with sweat. I hold her close, arching her back up until she’s practically sitting on my cock.
I lurch forward, and I can’t think straight.
I relinquish my seed.
My cock throbs and pulsates, shooting cum deep inside her cunt. I jerk forward, twitching with maddening satisfaction, until every last drop is drained.
She turns her head to kiss me once more, eyes filled with the understanding that our passions are the driving force of our life.
We can’t let this go, can never let this break down. No matter what happens, this is the most important thing in the world.
Our baby will only add to our story, and I can’t fucking wait.
Slowly, I slide back, keeping her legs in the air. I kiss down her thighs, folding around her, until we’re back under the covers, kissing until the sun comes back out.
This is my life now, and I’m going to be her husband. The concept is completely foreign to me. It was only a month ago I was hounding this woman to give me her panties. I was a sex crazed, arrogant asshole, who wanted more than what the world offered.
Of course, everything changed when I met her. She’s as freaky and crazy as I am. Madison Napolitano is my match.
I can’t believe I almost lost her.
“I don’t know how any of this happened,” she says. “I want you to know how grateful I am for you.”
I lean my forehead against hers, feeling more emotional than I ever have. “You’re my one and only.”
We lay in bed, staring into each other’s eyes. Things have changed within this world, but our love is a constant I can hold onto. Despite us vowing to grow old with each other, she makes me feel young again.
She makes me want to take chances, to do things differently.
The first half of my life was a test. I wanted money, women, and power. But that’s not the real aim of life, is it?
Real power lies in freedom and love. It lies in the risk of living and doing things on your own schedule. This is the night I vow to get out of this business. Forever.
No longer will I be a slave to the machine of big business. No longer will I do things for “clients” or “buyers.” I won’t ever go to any fundraiser ever again because it’s all a load of shit compared to the feelings I have when I’m with her.
Everything works according to plan. If you just follow your heart, your wildest dreams can come true. At least, that’s what happened for me.
No more begging.
Love is all we’ll ever need.
Epilogue: Madison
Twenty Years Later…
They say once you’re in, you can never get out.
Well, that’s not true for everyone. I got out. Rocco got out.
In search of a better future, we sold our businesses. It was a wild decision, a total leap of faith. I told him it was crazy, but he just kept insisting.
He told me, “I want to roam the world with the woman I love. I want to experience life with you.”
And just like that, we became connoisseurs of what the globe had to offer us.
I’m getting older, but that doesn’t mean the story is over. Right now, I’m with my loving, crazy husband, and we’re standing on the edge of the Mount Kailash in Tibet. We’re drinking our cof
fee before the hike of a lifetime.
Did I ever think this would be something I would have wanted? No. But we’re both adventurous and willing to commit to the things that others are too scared of doing. It’s a little like masturbating in a hotel lobby, only different.
Okay, bad analogy.
We got married at the foot of this mountain over eighteen years ago. I said, “I do,” with our son strapped to my back.
It felt crazy. It felt right. Most important, it felt like like us.
Sometimes, when I think about Detroit, I feel a deep nostalgia. However, every time I visit my old home, I feel further and further away from it.
We’ve made new memories. New promises. New hopes and dreams. They’re much more important this time around.
Henry, our beautiful boy, is nineteen years old. Even though it’s hard to accept, he’s an adult. We’ve been through the diapers, the crying, and the whole mess that is and was puberty. Now he’s off in Paris, writing his newest book. I’m praying it’s as much of a hit as his last one.
It’s time for him to live out his own story.
I’m proud of him for following his dreams. It took us half a life to do the same.
As we hit the last ascent, Rocco pauses to breathe and take in the sight below. “You want to know something?” he asks.
I smile, fingers intertwined with his. The wind blows through his peppered hair. “I don’t know. Do I?”
“I still have those panties you gave me,” he says.
“You’re insane.” I say. “You do not.”
He keeps that dirty smile on his face and reaches into his bag, pulling out the white pair of panties.
I laugh and shamefully cover my face. “Oh my God! Rocco, put those away. This is a holy site!”
“What? You’re saying your panties aren’t holy?” he asks. “As far as I’m concerned, they are.”
I can’t stop laughing. “You’re unbelievable,” I say. “Seriously. How did I marry someone like you?”
“I’m irresistible,” he says.
Yep. He’s still the same cocky guy I fell in love with.
This is love. Keeping someone’s panties from the first sexual encounter twenty years ago is love. It’s a weird kind of love. It’s a quirky kind of love.
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