“What the fuck would I know about his wellbeing?”
“You were the last to see him. Do you need a lawyer, Nick? I told your ass to lay low.”
“Father was the last to see him. You might wanna look at him. Maybe he need’s the lawyer. I’m fine. Let the past be bygones, Gabriele.”
“Fine by me. Just let me know if you need me.”
“Wise decision. As always, I’ll let you know.”
Nick raised his glass toward Gabriele. “Salute.”
“Salute.”
2
Right on the hour mark as instructed, Jess leaned over whispering in Eric’s ear.
“Ready to leave?”
The hour passed quickly thanks to the conversations. It was an insight into Nick’s life Jess never had the privilege to. He always kept his family and business family separate from her.
Never the two should meet. Up until tonight it had been that way. If anything came out of this fucked up evening, at least there was an opportunity to get to know him on a deeper level.
She grabbed Eric by the shirt, saying their goodbyes, and leading him quickly out of the club. As Nick promised, the limo was out front waiting on them.
Fucker, always a man of your word.
“This will all be mine one day.” Eric uttered in awe.
Her breath caught in her throat. Whirling around, she gave him a haunting stare.
“Careful what you wish for, Eric. You just might get it.” Eric looked at her oddly, but remained silent as he got in the car.
People sell their soul for this shit. She had just sold hers.
On the ride home he kept yammering on and on about that night. She really wished he would shut the fuck up, needing to process what the happened back there.
She’d witnessed a murder. Was threatened by the man she loved. A man she was sure would never hurt her. Ever. Not to mention the cops all over the fucking place. One’s who might have seen her go into the hallway with that guy.
She felt violently ill from all the emotions sweeping over her all at once.
What had she gotten herself into? Allie tried to warn her to stay away, and she didn’t listen. He was dangerous to be around. And now…so was she.
It began to rain as they arrived in the driveway, almost symbolic.
She’d prayed for all her sins to be washed away. Right now...there were so many.
“Jesus, this rain is nuts.”
“Why don’t we walk the rest of the way, Eric?”
I need to be washed clean.
“Serious?”
“Seems romantic.”
“Why not.”
Asking the driver to stop outside the gate they got out, walking the rest of the way to the house. Once inside they went directly upstairs to get out of their clothes.
As Jess removed her shirt a loud clap of thunder made her scream shrilly. She tried to force the images of Nick’s face pulling the trigger out of her mind. Needing to forget the sound as the cylinder rolling into place, the smell of gun powder and blood filling the air.
“Don’t have a heart attack.”
“That scared the shit out of me.”
“I see this. Want me to protect you?” Eric snorted.
More than you know, Eric.
Instead of responding, she took off the rest of her clothing. Thunder continuing as she stood trembling, vulnerable in her bra and underwear. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught Eric getting an erection. Sighing heavily at what she knew it meant.
There was a bright flash of lighting, before the lights went out. Darkness filled the room like a toxic warning. She found her way to the fireplace, waiting to see if they would come back on. When they didn’t, she lit the candles on the mantle. The room now glowing in a blissful soft haze, Sicilian orange permeating the air.
“This damn day just keeps getting better and better.”
“It’s not bad.” Eric laid back, his erection clearly visible as it laid against his stomach.
“Really. How so?”
“Candlelight, tropical storms…fucking. Can’t think of a more perfect way for it to end.”
“You’re right. This does seem to be the perfect way for it to end.”
Climbing into bed he ambushed her the minute she was under the covers. She allowed herself to get lost in the taste of vodka on his lips. The warmness of his hands roaming over her bare skin. She needed something, anything to remove the pictures in her mind.
Why the fuck not this.
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?
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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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