by Eden Rose
Love Me
The Third Novel in The Lucky Family Series
Eden Rose
Dear Reader:
Thank you for going on this journey with me. Savannah and Vincent have the type of love that stays with you forever. They have consumed my life and taken over everything. I hope you loved them as much as I did.
This installment has sensitive theme regarding infertility and other mature subject matter. If you are sensitive regarding this, please do not read.
Smooches,
Eden
This book is one hundred percent fictional. Any correlation or relation to a person or place is coincidental and not on purpose.
Eden Rose Copyright 2015
Prologue
Last night, I had dreamed that the end was coming. The end was real and sometime soon, it would come. There would be no knowing when it was coming, but it was.
I dreamt that I would wake up and Vincent were to be gone and I would be stuck in this life without him. The most horrific aspect of my dream, is that any second he could be gone. Dead or in prison.
It’s only a matter of time before our story-book (cryptic) romance will be over.
I awoke in a sweat to find him watching me as I shifted in bed. His chocolate eyes always shone and smiled at me when he looked at me. I love how he sees me as if I’m the only one in the world for him.
“My lovely, are you all right?” His voice is quiet and loving as he brushes back my long blonde hair from my face.
I shake my head and hold onto his arm. He braces himself over my body and covers me with his heat. “Bad dream…”
His grimace told me that he is well aware of my bad dreams as they have become more frequent as of late. “Baby doll, do you need something…?”
“You. Promise me that we can leave this whole mess unscathed.” It’s silly to ask him to promise me something that he couldn’t.
“Yes, one day- we will be a family.” His hand rests on my stomach and he squeezes my little bump.
I awoke screaming and shook my head out as I reached across the bed. The sheets are cold and that’s when I realized that my horrific dream did come true.
Savannah
Anne and I were alone by ourselves for a day until someone came to watch us. I wasn't impressed that this person was Jack and he watched us like a hawk. We did as many things that we could to frustrate him. As Jack watched us in the pool, we would distract him and then disappear. Obviously, I know this wasn't his fault... However, this was supposed to be my honeymoon and I wanted to make someone feel my wrath.
Vincent called me almost every two hours to fill me in on what was happening with Leo and Stilarno. From my understanding, they have settled their disputes and are done with this pissing match.
"When are you coming back? Sure Jack is attractive, but he isn't my type," I whined in the phone.
"I will be there soon. I love you." With that he hung up on me and I didn't hear from him the rest of the day.
Feeling as if I have been rejected, I feel the need to do something. "Anne, let's go down to the resort for dinner tonight. I feel like looking a little cute."
Anne and I were in my suite because Jack took over hers. Jack's mission was to make sure that we didn't do anything stupid, so he wasn't made to sleep directly in our rooms. Plus, I think that Vincent might have had an issue with that.
My mind raced as I tried to think of something to say to make the both of us feel better. My honeymoon has been cut short, but so was Anne’s and I know that she is feeling rejected as well.
I missed Vincent and I didn't like that I became dependent on a man again. Unlike Joel, this man had different reasons for keeping in the dark. There was a dark light that followed him every time he left me to go with his friends. What do I even call them? Are they friends?
There were so many things I didn't understand it bothered me because I promised myself that I would be smart. Well, it’s too late now. I wasn't smart to get married to a man in the mafia. I knew from the beginning that his life with them trumps his life with me. Of course I was angry that he left me right after we got married. For so long, I didn't think I would ever get married because marriage to me was a dark place. Now, I am married to a man who says he loves me but leaves me in a romantic resort to play cops and robbers.
We were watching television since we got a little burned from laying out at the pool. This resort was simply gorgeous and I had no interest on going back to work. I could always became a fruit seller or something and live off the lot of the land. Whatever that means.
"Sounds good. I hope we can ditch our babysitter. Holy shit. This is ridiculous."
"Have you spoke to Ronnie today?" I was hoping that he might have spilled something about when they were going to come back or what the hell is going on.
"Yes, he said that they are still busy."
I rolled my eyes and sat up from resting on the headboard. This bed wasn't the same without Vincent. Truth be told, I was extremely mad that he left. He knew what my marriage was like with Joel and so far this wasn't starting with rainbows and butterflies.
"Let's get ready to go down for dinner. We have to be quiet so we can sneak out without being seen."
Vincent
I knew Savannah was mad at me as I left her at the hotel in Mexico. She begged me not to leave as I hugged and kissed her goodbye. It wasn't as if this was something that I was wanting to do. This was something that I have been trained to take care of. I am Vincent Moretti and the Family comes first. However, I would love it if I could make it a close tie with my new wife.
She is going to punish me for a long time. Damn.
I had to keep my eyes hidden on the plane ride back to New York. My hand felt heavier after my wedding band was slipped on my finger. It felt heavier because I knew that her life was more important than mine and I needed to do what I could to ensure she were safe.
My eyes started to swell as I recalled her begging me to not leave. Savannah's arms were wrapped so tightly around my neck that I was sure if there was a bruise.
"Please don't leave me. Please don't go. Come on, stay here with me," she cried in my ear as I hugged her tightly. "Come on, baby. Don't go. Let them handle it." Her words were filled with hurt and pain and I am the one that put them there.
Her tears soaked my shirt as I let go of her back. "I love you with forever," I whispered in her ear and I walked away. I couldn't stand to hear her answer me. If she said she loved me, I wouldn't have left. Leaving was hard enough and I couldn't handle hearing her cry in my ear as her tears seared my flesh. I am the reason for these tears.
I thought back to everything that has happened while we drove to the club. Our love was the reason why I needed to go back to New York. Joel wasn't going to let her go. There was no way I could sit around waiting for him to show up to take her away from me. Savannah was meant to be with me, not him.
John, Sal, Leo, Ronnie and I pulled into our social club to have a conversation with Stilarno. I was hoping he wouldn't bring a lot of people with him because then it becomes a sword fight... Except with guns.
We sat there and waited for Stilarno to show up and I heard his car stop and park along with his footsteps. We looked at the door and then back to our scotch and cigars. There was no way that we were going to give him the impression that we were waiting for him.
"Gentlemen," Stilarno walked into the room with Joel and my blood ran ice cold.
What is he doing here? Joel had a smug look on his face as I took a sip and a drag.
I looked down at my left hand where her promise was written inside. Joel wasn't going to change anything. We didn't need him. She could have the sense of family that she needed with
me and my Family.
"I suppose congratulations are in order."
Like he gives a fuck about my marriage. "Thanks, Joel," I muttered and took a drink of my scotch. I fought the urge to jump up and down and shove my wedding band in his face. But I did want to jam it in his fucking face.
"She is probably packing her shit up right now and moving in with Anne. Savannah isn't the type of person who wants to be second place. Trust me." He had a smug look on his face as he stared at my ring. I knew he was mad about everything but I couldn't stand him talking about her leaving.
"Joel, I don't believe that you are a qualified person to be giving me marriage advice. Especially with your ex wife." How dare he threaten me like that! Savannah is mad, I am sure of this, however she wouldn't leave me. Would she? Fucking Joel. "Let's get this handled so I can go back to my wife." I made sure to put emphasis on "wife."
Stilarno took a drink and addressed Leo. "This has to do with you and Joel. For some reason he felt the need to mark you."
"Leo had nothing to do with this and you know it!" John wasn't screaming however he was conversing with authority. "As much as I enjoy these stupid little meetings, let's drop this or things are going to get bad." John directed the last part towards Joel.
Leo was quiet however, I could tell that he was getting annoyed. Annoyed because of what was happening and this bull shit. When he finally did say something, he took his revolver and placed it on the table. "This is what is going to happen here. One, Joel... you are seriously starting to piss me off. It seems as if all of these problems that are happening are because you are there. I want to take you out. This is becoming stupid and childish. I have nothing to do with you and your ex wife. Now, seriously... One more time, are you going to take my message and back the fuck off or are you going to keep this shit up?" Leo was fingering his revolver and spoke very calmly.
I found it funny how they were addressing members who weren't the boss. Sal was the capo and he sat there silently without saying a word to anyone.
We all hit a stand still. No one spoke. Now the only thing we can do is to agree on a decision about where to go from here.
I wasn't sure how long we sat there in the quiet. However, I did finish my glass of scotch and half a cigar.
Joel broke the silence first. "Listen, I know I haven’t been a stand up guy. It’s just hard to see my ex wife be with someone else. I am not sure you understand what that is like." He addressed the last sentence towards me.
"Actually, I do. My ex wife, Mary dated Millstone. I know first hand what it feels like. However, you keep popping up and it’s apparent that you want something to happen. What is that?"
*
I didn't tell Savannah that I’m on my way back to Mexico and Ronnie didn't tell Anne either. Ronnie was the one that thought it would be nice to surprise them. From what Jack was telling me, the girls were being difficult. I found it hilarious that they were frustrating him so much.
When we arrived in Mexico, we first stopped by a jewelry store. I knew that if I didn't show up with something shiny for her she would kick my ass.
Annabeth’s place looked a lot better than this shit hole. But, we are in Mexico. Where the jewelry store at home had benches that looked comfortable, this place had no place to sit. The display cases looked poorly taken care of but this is the only store that is on the way.
"Hello, what can I help you with?" A Latino male asked us. He looked to be about forty and very annoyed that we were in his store. The man is shorter than me and just tall enough to reach my chest. His hair is balding and his accent is thick as hell.
Well, I sure as shit am not going to deal with some pissy ass mother fucker mean mugging me.
I sat my wallet on the counter and nudged at Ronnie to go ahead and speak. I’m not in the mood for pleasantries and all I want to do is get back to my bride.
"Where is your white gold section?" The salesman pointed us over to that area. "I need women's jewelry." Again, the salesman points us over to a section.
This store was small but filled to the prim with jewelry. I wasn't sure what to get for Savannah, I just know that I can't go back there without anything for her. Maybe a watch or something. Possibly an ankle bracelet.
Now, I am not under the impression that I am trying to buy her that this will get me off the shit list. I am hoping that she will like whatever I pick out for her enough to not be pissed off at me for the rest of our lives. I’m the stupid new husband who leaves his wife on their honeymoon. Fuck. I hate me, too.
"Rossi, what do you think about an ankle bracelet? Maybe we can find one that is similar to each other." Maybe if it were to be something like that, she wouldn’t freak out on me and be pissed off that I didn’t stay.
"Yes, that's a good idea. Hold on my phone is buzzing...Rossi... They are? That is funny... Where are you?... Well just keep an eye on them and we will be there soon... No, don't leave them in the bar by themselves. Bye." Rossi put his phone away and pointed at two ankle bracelets that were the same but different colors.
"What?" I asked him because he had a shit eating grin on his face.
"The girls are taking body shots off each other and other girls in the resort club. Jack is freaking out because he wants to go and party himself," Rossi pointed at a green stoned bracelet and I pointed at a pink one. "Wrap it up," he threw a few hundred dollar US bills on the counter and I followed suit.
"Call me crazy," I started as we walked out of the store through the main strip to the hotel, "I want to spy on her and see what she does."
"You know, I was thinking the same thing. However, I didn't want to seem jealous."
We entered the hotel lobby and walked straight to the bar. The bar was buzzing with excitement and hundreds of half naked women. They were hot but I wanted to see my woman.
Every wall had a lattice design on it and were different deep colors. I laughed as I looked around at the wooden floors and baseboards. They looked sticky.
The bass was so loud that the walls vibrated and I felt it in my bones. After "Blame It" played Jack came running up to us. I notice his stressed out face and how his eyes keep bouncing around.
"Hey! I am so glad you are here! I never want to get married. These girls are terrible. Constantly trying to start something and dancing half naked on one another," Jack spat all of this out and I scanned the room to look for Savannah and Anne.
"Where did you last see them?" I asked as I seen a blonde and a brunette but they weren't the ones I was looking for.
"Man, I don't even know! Good luck! Hey baby, what's up?" We lost Jack to a woman in a swimsuit walking around with her girlfriends.
We looked for them and sure enough I found them next to the bar. Next to the bar isn't the right explanation. Her body was being used as a bar for Anne. My dick strained against my dress pants and I was wishing this were a private party.
"Lovers and Friends" was now playing and the girls were dancing as if they were in a strip club. It was so hot to watch Savannah dance like she didn't have a care in the world. Savannah was leaning on the bar with a shot in her cleavage and a lime in her mouth. Holy shit. She looked smoking hot.
"Um... Are you looking at this?" Ronnie pointed over to them as Anne took the shot from Savannah's chest and then taking the lime out of her mouth. The brunette woman shook her hair back and I watched it as it flowed down her back. "That is so hot! Sorry, man. I know that is your wife... But wow!"
Man has a point.
Between their shots, they would dance together. Every couple of seconds they would stop to take a shot but once it was down, Anne and Savannah would dance on each other as if their were strip club. Anne would grab Savannah's breast and vice versa.
Apparently we weren't the only ones who found this hot. There were a group of men that were lined up around them holding shot glasses as well. Savannah looked as if she wasn’t paying attention and she grabbed her hair up in her fist at the top her head. I watched in awe struck when she dropped it and it tickle
d the tips of her hard nipples.
"Okay, I have had enough," I weaved through the crowd to get over to Savannah. She was taking a shot out of Anne's chest now. This would have been extremely hot if these guys weren't eye fucking my wife.
"Shots! Shots! We need more shots!" Anne screamed as she put another glass in her cleavage. "Vans! Take the shot! Here is some salt!" She then sprinkled salt on her wrist while Savannah licked her wrist and then put her mouth on the glass and after that she bit the lime out of Anne's mouth.
Savannah did the same on her body and a guy tried to take the shot off of her. I stopped myself from choking the six foot Mexican man.