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"Signor, you said that you would govern most things in our relationship, not all," she said slyly. She grabbed him by his shirt, turned him around, and pushed him against the tree. She grabbed the back of his head and massaged the large bulge in his pants.
"Right now, I will govern this," she said while rubbing his dick.
LUCA
Tammy silenced Luca's moan by pushing her lips against his and sucking in his bottom lip. When his tongue darted out she sucked it into her mouth. They kissed, one tongue caressing the other, until his dick felt as if it would tear through his jeans. Just as the throbbing in his cock was becoming painful, Tammy lowered to a squat in front of him. She slowly unbuckled his belt; too slow for Luca. He was wishing his clothing was secured by Velcro. He impatiently reached for his zipper, but she slapped his hand away. True to her word, it was obvious to Luca that Tammy meant to govern him. But if she didn't govern him faster, she was going to find herself on all fours, taking it from behind.
Tammy finally freed his cock from its confines. It jutted out, eager to be pleased. She wrapped her soft fingers around him, and his cock pulsated in her hand. The way that she stared at his manhood with admiration as she stroked him, made Luca want to fill her with every inch. And when she licked under his balls and then the underside of his cock, his heart almost stopped. Her tongue glided up his shaft and around the bulbous head of his cock. He inhaled a sharp breath when she wrapped her lips around him and flicked her tongue over the slitted tip. She sucked him into her mouth, close to her throat; as close as she could get. Tammy worked his cock in her mouth as if she was on a rescue mission. Her mission was to rescue the semen from his balls. Tammy sucked and stroked until he was weak; compliant. She manipulated his cock with perfection. Luca was already on the verge of coming. He had no control. Her hot, wet mouth wrapped around his dick and rendered him helpless. He wanted to grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth. As if she was reading his mind, Tammy grabbed his hand and placed it behind her head and encouraged him to push her head down on him. Luca happily obliged. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pumped in and out of her greedy mouth with purpose.
"Aghh Shit! Tammy!" he yelled, as she sucked him hard. "I'm gonna come, Bella. I'm gonna come. Fuck, Bella! Suck me harder," he demanded. And just like a good girl, she complied. She sucked him hard and stroked his cock with the same force. She was drawing him to the edge; taking him to his breaking point.
"Aghhh! Amore mio!! Agh!"
Luca couldn't believe the way she was mouth-fucking him. The intensity was too much. He couldn't hold out. Luca wasn't accustomed to relinquishing control, but Tammy was his ruler; his empress.
"Tammy!" he growled.
She moaned around his cock, expressing her approval as she completed him. Luca could feel his balls tighten just before he released. He held the back of her head and spilled hot semen into her mouth.
"Oh! Mio Dio!" Luca found himself shouting as she jerked him empty. She drew him into her mouth and sucked him clean. Luca's knees buckled, and he fell back against the tree while Tammy fastened his pants. She had drained him completely.
'Yes, this, she can govern,' he thought to himself.
TAMMY
Tammy rolled over, and the ache in her muscles was a result of her and Luca's sex fest the night before. She smiled, thinking about how she would never think of willow trees quite the same.
"Good morning, Bella," Luca said from the doorway of the bathroom.
His hair was wet, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. His tall stature and sculpted muscles rendered Tammy speechless. No matter how many times she saw him without clothes, his perfect body made her breath catch. Luca gave her a knowing smirk.
"I said good morning, Bella. You're so rude."
"Good morning, Adonis," Tammy giggled.
"Adonis huh?" he responded, dropping his towel to the floor.
Even flaccid, his dick was intimidating. The man was big all over. He walked over and sat on the bed, but she scurried away.
"Stay away from me," she chuckled, holding up the sign of the cross.
She screeched when he grabbed her ankles, pulled her down the bed, and climbed on top of her. After last night’s intense workout, Tammy couldn't possibly handle going another round.
"Don't worry, cara," he said while planting kisses on her face and neck. "I'm just giving you a goodbye kiss.”
"Goodbye?"
"Si. Gianni and I need to fly to Paris. We have business to take care of. Natasha is going to stick around for a week or so to help out with Victoria. She comes home today."
"When will you be back?"
"I'll be back for you in a few weeks."
Tammy's eyes widened. She had grown accustomed to sleeping next to him every night and couldn’t imagine being without him for weeks. She couldn't help but to pout. "A few weeks?"
"Aww, Bella, I'll miss you too," he said, between kisses. "Use the time to prepare for the move."
As Luca's kisses moved to her neck, Tammy's reluctance to go another round was fading. A soft moan escaped her lips when he pulled the sheet from her body and cupped her breasts. His thumb circled her now-erect, nipple. He positioned himself between her legs and ground his hard dick against her naked pussy. The moisture that pooled between her legs would make sliding inside her easier. But Tammy was still a bit sore, so she gasped when he pushed his way inside. He eased out slowly then pushed inside of her, that time, with more force.
"Aghhh! Luca!" she bellowed. She moaned, and he groaned as Luca rocked in and out of her with a steady rhythm, and the pattern continued until they both exploded into orgasm.
Chapter 26
JACK
Jack carefully helped his battered wife, dress. After two days in the hospital, she was being discharged. The doctor said that she looked a lot worse than she actually was. Jack couldn't wait to get Victoria home and in their own bed. He worried about her, and he needed her to know that she was safe. She hadn't said much since the doctor informed them that she'd lost their baby.
He got down on his knees and slipped Victoria's feet into her shoes. As he tied the laces, weariness washed over him. He wasn't able to protect his wife or his unborn child. He should have never let her out of his sight. He had failed as a husband. He felt Victoria's fingers rubbing his scalp. It was then that he allowed the tears to fall. In front of his wife, he cried without shame. His head fell into her lap as he sobbed. She didn't interrupt; didn't say a word. She allowed him to feel; to grieve as she continued to massage his scalp.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he whimpered.
"Baby, none of this is your fault. I'm safe now. We're all safe. And we can try for another baby when the time is right. Jackson, we're stronger than the bad things. We won't be broken."
She gently raised his head and wiped away his tears. Then, looking at him, she said, "We're Storms."
Chapter 27
One month later...
TAMMY
Tammy rode quietly in the backseat of Tracy's BMW, staring out of the window, not in the mood to participate in boisterous laughter with her friends. In fact, her mood was the reason that they decided to go out in the first place. And since they were no longer being hunted, Natasha and Tracy insisted that the ladies needed a night on the town. But Tammy couldn't muster up any excitement because she was missing her man. He was still in Europe. He'd been gone for weeks, and even though, except for the last two days, they talked on the phone every night, Tammy still missed seeing him every day and sleeping next to him every night.
"He still hasn't called you?" Natasha asked.
"Um mm," she responded without turning from the window.
"Ugh! You're depressing me!" Victoria shouted from the front seat. "He missed a couple of days callin’ yo ass, and you ready to slit your wrists."
Tammy blinked away from the window and rolled her eyes at the back of Victoria's head. Natasha chuckled, shaking her head.
"Look gotdamnit!" Tracy chimed. "We. Are. Goi
ng. To. Have. Fun. Now, forget about your men. It's ladies' night."
"Where are we going anyway?" Victoria asked Tracy.
"Karaoke."
"Where?"
“Red's."
"Ugh!" Victoria scoffed at the mention of Natasha's favorite hole in the wall. "Natasha, I hope you got yo gun? Y'all got these white folks meeting us in the straight up hood."
Tammy couldn't help but laugh at Victoria's comments. Emily, Amy, and Mia were tailing them in another car, and Red's was in a rough neighborhood.
Ten minutes later, they were pulling into a gravel parking lot. When they got out of the car, Tammy looked around. The corner boys were serving the dope fiends, and the prostitutes were serving the corner boys. She laughed inside, thinking that she would kill to hear the conversation going on in Amy's car.
"Look at Emily," Victoria whispered, nudging her.
Tammy looked over at Emily. She was looking around, wide-eyed, and she had a kung fu grip on her purse. By the time they made it over to them, Victoria was in a fit of laughter. Amy narrowed her eyes at Victoria.
"What are you laughing at?! And what is this... a fucking episode of Survivor?!" she asked, pointing toward Red's. "Ooooh, I get it... White people in the ghetto. Funny."
Amy's rant had everyone roaring with laughter. Tammy fell against the car, unable to control herself. She was laughing so hard that she could no longer stand on her own.
"What are you laughing at Tammy? Of course you're not afraid; you live down the street."
Amy's shot at Tammy caused her to laugh even harder.
"Look at my poor sister," Amy said, gesturing to Emily. "She's about to have a heart attack."
Everyone looked at Emily, and she did appear to be in distress. She stood, stiff as a board, holding her purse close to her chest.
More laughter.
"Come on y'all. It's not that bad," Natasha said, defending her hole in the wall. "Let's go in."
"Yes. Please; before we get robbed," Emily said, in a hushed voice.
An hour later, everyone including Amy and Emily, were having a ball drinking, singing, and making fun of people. Natasha's little hole in the wall turned out to be a lot of fun. Tammy pulled her phone out of her bra and checked to see if anything had come from Luca. Nothing. Not even a text. He hadn't even responded to any of the text messages that she'd sent him. Tammy huffed and stuffed the phone back in her bra. She stared into her glass, twirling the straw.
She wasn't at all interested in karaoke until she heard the host calling for Luca Savelli. Tammy's head snapped up, and she looked, frantically, around the room, but no Luca. Just as she was deciding that she was hearing things, Luca ran up on the stage. Tammy's hand flew over her mouth. She couldn't have been more shocked. Natasha, and the rest of the girls, were screaming and applauding, but Tammy was frozen. The music to Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud began to play, and Luca began to sing. His voice was smooth and soulful, with no hint of an accent
♫ "Baby now... take me into your loving arms.
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars.
Place your head on my beating heart.
I'm thinking out loud.
Maybe we found love right where we are." ♫
The women in the bar were going crazy; fanning themselves and yelling obscene propositions at him, but Luca's eyes never left Tammy's. He might as well had been singing to her pussy because it was certainly reacting. Watching Luca serenade her caused instant warmth to her core, and by the time his song was finished, Tammy's panties were most definitely wet. As Luca exited the stage, she leaned over and tapped Tracy.
"Gimme your keys!" she shouted over the ladies' loud cheers for Luca.
"What? Why?"
Tammy tilted her head and held her hand out.
"Eew! No!"
"Tracy, gimme your keys," Tammy repeated through gritted teeth.
Tracy rolled her eyes and dug her keys out of her purse. She slammed the keys in Tammy's hand and shouted, "Don't make a mess!"
When he approached the table, Tammy hopped out of her seat, and into Luca's arms. He held her tight, and she relished being back in his arms. She placed her head on his chest and rubbed the solid muscles in his back. She missed his touch; his scent; his kiss, and holding him made everything right in her world. She looked up at him, and he leaned in to capture her lips. The kiss had started out sweet and gentle, but it was elevating to passionate and hungry. He ended the kiss, looked into Tammy's eyes, "Tu m'as tellement manque,"
"I missed you too, baby. Come with me."
Tammy stepped back and grabbed his hand. She was pulling him toward the door.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to kiss you under the light of a thousand stars," she said with a wink.
Chapter 28
VICTORIA
"Baby, are you sure that you're up for this?"
"Yesss, my love," Victoria stressed for the tenth time. "I'll be fine. I’m perfectly healed. The doctor said that I can do everything that I did before the miscarriage."
Victoria sat on the edge of the bed and slipped into her shoes. She tied the laces and stood. Victoria danced around like a boxer, smiling at her gorgeous and extremely overprotective, husband.
"All right, all right, Mayweather," Jack mused, grabbing her by the waist to hold her still. "Don't overdo it."
Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes. Since he was so tall, Jack had to lean down and meet her halfway. When his lips met hers, Victoria melted into him. Whenever her husband kissed her, it was as if he was kissing her soul. Her pussy clenched with need. Unfortunately, Luca was waiting for her downstairs. She stepped back, because had she not, she would've been writhing under him in a matter of minutes.
"Baby, really, don't worry. I'll be fine. I am so ready to get back in the gym. Let's face it... my training saved my life."
Victoria knew that Jack wouldn't argue with that. After all, she knew that he’d witnessed the hell that she went through in that makeshift ring. Nevertheless, he was concerned about the psychological repercussions of everything that she'd endured. But Victoria was doing everything that Jack wanted. She hadn't returned to work, and she was going to therapy twice a week. He was afraid that killing a man in the ring would have long term effects on her, but it didn't. Shit, it was either him or her. Maybe it was the cop in her, but she could live with taking a life to survive. And hell, Robert Brown wasn't her first kill. However, no matter how many times she tried to convince Jack that she was fine, he worried still.
"I need this," she told him in a soft voice.
He caressed her face. "I know Victoria. But understand, you are the love of my life; the very air that I breathe. I love you more than I love myself. I need my wife; can't live without my wife. So, you can never leave me, in any way. Kidnapping, death, or divorce is not an option. I can't lose you. I. Need. My. Wife!"
Given everything that they'd been through, she understood his fears. Jack loved her, and he'd never made a secret of it. She needed to make sure that he knew exactly how much she loved him.
"Don't worry, baby. I will never allow you to lose me. I need you, even more than you need me. I will protect myself; if only to protect the heart of the man that I love. I'm a survivor. I'll survive for you and Jasmine. It's just a workout. Please trust me."
“Okay," he relented. "Get going."
Victoria gave Jack one last peck before grabbing her gym bag and leaving the bedroom. She jogged down the hall to the staircase. Luca was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"I was just on my way down to the gym. Was I taking too long?"
"No. Not at all. But we're not working out here today. We're going on a little field trip."
“Okay, I'm down. Let's go."
Together, they headed out of the front door and into a waiting car with Lorenzo in the driver's seat. For thirty minutes, Victoria rode quietly while Luca and Lorenzo carried on a conversation in Italian. Looking out of the window,
she realized that they were driving through the heart of the city.
"Luca, where are we going?"
Luca sat back in his seat and studied her for a few seconds before saying, "I have a gift for you. But it must be kept between us. You can't tell anyone, not even Jack."
Victoria shook her head.
"Um mm. I don't keep secrets from Jack."
"You'll keep this one."
The car slowed. Victoria looked out of the window they were on 51st and Racine, pulling into the parking lot of an abandoned Family Dollar store. Victoria, for the life of her, couldn't figure out what they were doing there, but she was curious.
"Why are we here?" she asked as Lorenzo opened her door.
"In due time. Out," he said, gesturing toward the open door.
Victoria climbed out of the back seat and stood next to Lorenzo. His face bore no expression. She didn't even bother to ask him for any clues. Surely, he wasn't going to tell her anything. When Luca got out of the car, Lorenzo led them to a side entrance and knocked on the door. When the door open, and they stepped inside, Victoria was floored. The place was packed with Luca's men and set up exactly like the dirty makeshift boxing ring where she was forced to fight for her life. She turned to Luca.
"What the fuck is this?!"
His purpose for creating a reenactment of her own personal hell, Victoria didn't know.
"Just wait," Luca said, as he pulled her closer to the ring.
She reluctantly allowed him to guide her through a crowd of his soldiers until they were ringside. Victoria looked across the ring at a rustling in the crowd. It was then that Victoria could see who was being hustled through the crowd. Her heart nearly stopped. It was Katya. The Russian woman that terrorized her family and held them captive. She was thrown face first into the ring, just as Victoria was a month ago.