“How soon prior?” Nico asked.
“Ten months. Almost a year.”
“Did he off himself because of his undying love for you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Nico couldn’t definitely see a man so in love with Kay that he would end it all. “Why would that be ridiculous, Kay?”
But she wasn’t even entertaining such nonsense. “I need to find out, not only who has that video,” she said, “but who recorded it. And every copy has to be destroyed. At least until after the election. After the election, if I’m victorious, I’ll have the weight of the entire United States bureaucracy debunking that video.”
Nico stood there in deep contemplation. He was trying to figure out which of his myriad of contacts would be the best one to phone.
“I understand you have a lot of reach,” Kay said.
Nico looked at her. “And?”
“Don’t let it reach into the White House, or that administration,” Kay said. “It’s more likely than not that they’re the ones behind the video. But I don’t know that for sure.”
But it was enough information for Nico to make up his mind. He thought it best to keep it in-house anyway.
He pulled out his own cell phone. After pressing a particular number, he stared at Kay as the phone on the other end was ringing.
“Yes, sir?” It was Kofi LeBlanc, his number two.
“I need intel.”
“On whom?”
“I need to find out who’s peddling dirt on Kay Laine.”
“Whoa. THE Kay Laine?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of dirt?”
“You tell me.”
“Got cha.”
“It goes without saying,” Nico added, “that it must be a discreet inquiry. Do not saturate the airways. You understand?”
“I understand, Boss. How quickly do you need this intel?”
“Yesterday,” Nico said. Kofi said he understood what that meant too. And Nico ended the call.
“What happens next?” Kay asked, after he ended the call.
“Once I get a name, I’ll track him or her down. And I’ll get rid of the dirt. And that video,” he added.
“I hate dragging you into this,” Kay said. “But Rog felt we had no choice.”
“How did you know?” Nico asked her.
She looked at him. “How did I know what?”
Nico didn’t respond. He just stared at her.
Kay exhaled. The man was attempting to help her. The least she could do was be honest with him. “Rog has connections at CIA,” she said. “He found out about your mob ties. About your position in the mob.”
“When did he find this out?”
“He told me about it the night you left me,” Kay said.
“Don’t put it that way,” Nico said with anguish in his eyes.
“What way am I supposed to put it?” Kay asked him. “You left me. There’s no sugar-coating that.”
Then Nico’s heart dropped when he saw tears well up in her beautiful eyes again.
“Why did you leave me, Nico?” she asked as if she had wanted to ask that question for years. “Why didn’t you talk to me? We could have worked it out.”
But Nico was already shaking his head. “No, Kay,” he said. “There was no working that out. Not when you decided to seek public office. Working for a politician was one thing. Who gave a fuck about a staffer? But when you won that congressional seat and became a national politician yourself, I knew that was going to be an entirely different level of scrutiny. A level I wouldn’t be able to navigate. And you wouldn’t either.”
“But that was my choice to make,” Kay said. “You didn’t give me a choice.”
“Because there was no choice!” Nico said with fire. “There was no choice! Had I stayed, and had we stayed together, you would not be nine days away from making history. You would not be nine days away from the culmination of your life’s work. And whether you ran for Congress and that was the only office you ever ran for, or whether you ran to become President of the United States, me and my ruthless ass was not about to stand in the way of your dreams. No way.”
But when Kay looked into his eyes, and saw that compassion she used to see in those same eyes, she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing again.
And it broke Nico’s heart. “Oh, baby,” he said, and pulled her into his arms again.
“Did you ever question your decision?” she asked him as she allowed him to hold her. As the tears continued to flow.
“Yes, I questioned it,” Nico responded. He pressed his hand on the side of her head as she laid her head against his chest. “More than a million times I questioned it. But that wasn’t because I thought it was the wrong decision. Baby, it wasn’t. But I questioned it because I didn’t want to leave you. I didn’t want to ever be without you. I found somebody special, and I wanted to hold onto that special person. But if I loved you, and I do, I had to let you go.”
He held her head up, so that they were face to face and eyeball to eyeball. And in her eyes, he saw pain. And in his eyes, she saw love. The kind of love for her no man but Nico had ever shown her. The kind of love for her she remembered so vividly.
And both of them felt that love, that pain, that need that was as real as their touch. And Nico couldn’t help himself. He leaned his mouth down, toward her mouth, and he kissed her.
At first, Kay thought to reject his kiss. They still had too much to work out, and that searing pain wasn’t going away. But when she felt his kiss, all of those wonderful feelings she used to feel for Nico, came flooding back. And she couldn’t possibly resist him. She kissed him too.
When Nico felt her return his kiss, his passion unleashed. He grabbed her with a forceful grab and pulled her against his rock-hard body and rock-hard penis and kissed her with a passion that he could not contain. He had to have her. He had to have the only woman he had ever loved, the one woman he thought he’d never touch again, and he had to have her now.
He lifted her up, still kissing her, and carried her to bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
She was naked in his bed, he was on top of her, and he was grinding on her so hard that she thought she was going to explode with cum as soon as he entered her.
But it was never that fast with Nico. Because he knew how to do her. He knew how to hit and miss in that prolonged lovemaking she used to love. And the way he kept grinding on her, his ass moving in circular motions as he wrapped her into his arms and kept both of them enjoying every second.
It was so enjoyable to Kay, and so needful in a life that was all work all the time that she felt as though time was standing still for her, too, and they were back a decade ago, in love and happy. It wasn’t true. She knew it wasn’t true. But it felt that way.
Because Nico had that gift. He knew how to make her forget her troubles and just enjoy being with him again in that very moment. And he kept grinding, and his penis kept poking and prodding and hitting and missing until even when Nico missed her special spot, she was almost cumming anyway. He knew how to do her just that completely.
Nico was on top of Kay with his hand beneath her head, watching her beautiful face as he fucked her as hard as he possibly could. Because love was in his grind, not just lust. Because every time he looked into her eyes, he saw why he had loved her so. The world called her tough. That was their line on Kay Laine. She was tough as steel and no-nonsense. But Nico knew better. He doubted if he’d ever met a more vulnerable person in his entire life than Kay. And he loved that he was the only one, possibly on the face of this earth, who truly knew her.
And he kept on grinding.
Until, finally, after too many wonderful feelings, Kay came with that lift of her body, that jerk-back of her head, those pulsations in her vagina he remembered so well. And he kept the pressure on. He wouldn’t ease up even as those pulsations had his dick red-hot with pent-up ejaculation. Because he loved that he was pleasing her. He loved that he was making
her feel the way he should have been making her feel every day of her life.
Leaving her was the mistake of his life.
He knew it when he first saw her standing at his front door.
He knew it even more now.
And just thinking about loving her; about being with her again, after all those years of not being able to be with her at all, caused him to cum too. Hard. Harder than he’d cum in ten years, since the last time he had her. He poured into her.
But after they both had exhausted every sensation, and every ounce of strength they had, and he looked at her, he saw the terror in her eyes. He saw that she was just realizing the ramifications of what they’d done. She was just realizing that allowing him to get his lust on was going to cause her even more pain and anguish for many more moons to come. And Nico could have kicked his own ass for being the selfish prick he was and doing that to her. He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He wanted to tell her he didn’t mean to let it go that far. But that would have been a lie.
He eased his penis out of her with such a long, slow drag out that they both wanted him to put it back in again. But that would have just complicated it even more. He pulled out. And then moved off of her. And as he suspected, she didn’t delay.
“I’ve got to go,” she said with a fixed frown on her face, and she immediately got out of his bed and began putting back on her clothes. She’d shower on the plane Rog had arranged for her to use. She had to get away from him.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
She tried to put on her bra, but the straps kept turning the wrong way. And she stopped in the midst of her frustration.
“You okay?” Nico asked again.
“No, I’m not okay, Nico!” Kay shouted out. “I can’t turn this shit on and off like that! No, I’m not okay.”
She looked so distressed to Nico that he got out of bed too. He went over to pull her in his arms again, but she jerked away from him and continued dressing.
And he began dressing too. He began putting on his trousers. “What we had, Kay, is still there,” he said to her. “Whether you want to face it or not.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, and then looked at him. His hair flapped down was over his forehead. His body was still rock solid. And she hated herself for it, but she missed him so much!
Nico let out an exhale. “I still love you,” he said. Then he looked at her. “I never stopped.”
Kay had been buttoning her blouse. But when she heard those words, she stopped midway. And she wanted to say those same words. Because she’d never stopped loving him too. But what good was saying it going to do now? “Why are you telling me this?” she asked him in a tone that was meant to be accusatory. “Why are you telling me this now?”
“I don’t know why,” he said as he sat on the bed and put on his shoes. “But it’s the truth.”
“The truth? What difference does the truth make, Nico? You left me because your lifestyle couldn’t survive the scrutiny being a congresswoman’s boyfriend would have brought on you. But now that I could become the next President, you can handle that scrutiny? You’re going to tell me that shit now? Or will you say you can handle it, and then leave me again? You selfish bastard!” she declared, grabbed up her shoes rather than put them back on, and began hurrying out of his bedroom.
“Kay, wait!” Nico said, as he stopped trying to button his shirt and hurried out of the bedroom behind her. But as he did, he heard his alarm sound.
Kay stopped and looked at him. “What’s that?” she asked him.
He hurried back into his bedroom. He looked so worried that Kay put on her heels and hurried back in the bedroom with him. He entered an office adjacent to his bedroom and Kay was astounded by what she saw. There had to be twenty monitors on a massive display. And when he grabbed a remote and pressed a button, all twenty monitors came on, with each one showing sections of his property, and also sections of the mile long, winding road that led up to his estate. It was one of those monitors, that showed the road, that he zoomed in on.
And that was when Kay saw the vans. Looked like five or six of them. And they were heading up that winding road. She moved beside Nico. “Who are they?”
Nico zoomed in even further. And that was when he saw that the men inside of the lead van wore battle fatigues and had weapons in their hands. Assault-style weapons. They were either SWAT, which he doubted, or assassins.
Nico quickly reached into a side cabinet, grabbed a set of keys and two guns, placing them on his person. “Let’s go,” he said forcefully to Kay. And Kay didn’t argue with him. She saw those assault-style weapons on those men too.
She allowed him to hurry her out of his bedroom, down the stairs, and through a hall that led to a back exit. That back exit led into a garage where Nico opened the front passenger door of a jet-black Bugatti Veyron and placed Kay inside. Then he hurried around, jumped into the Driver seat, pressed the button that slid open the garage door, and pressed the Start button.
“Put on your seatbelt,” he ordered her as he flew out of that garage so fast that Kay’s head jerked backwards, as he put on his seatbelt too.
“Who are those men?” she asked him, as they drove.
“I don’t know,” Nico said as he shifted gears and sped down another winding road that was on the opposite end of his property than the road those vans were traveling. “We aren’t sticking around to find out.”
But just after they made it to the end of that winding road, far out of reach of those gunmen in vans, they saw another convoy of gunmen, at the corner. But only this time it was a band of motorcyclists, which was so French. Each motorcycle had two riders onboard: the driver and the shooter. And they were revving their engines and waiting for them. They, undoubtedly, were plan B.
And it was no doubt in either Nico’s or Kay’s minds: they were as much a threat as those men in those vans. Especially when the riders on the back of those motorcycles aimed their guns and began firing at Nico’s car.
“Get down!” Nico yelled at Kay, and Kay quickly ducked her head down. And because Nico knew that terrain surrounding his estate better than anyone, he didn’t delay. He immediately shifted to Reverse and began driving backwards in a speed so fast that Kay just knew they were going to fly off of that winding road, or end up wrecked still on that road. But either way, they would be at the mercy of those cyclists.
Those cyclists didn’t delay, either. They began speeding toward Nico’s car.
Kay’s fear didn’t materialize because Nico didn’t wreck his car, nor fly over a cliff. But he was driving backwards almost as fast as he had been driving forward that he was giving her heart palpitations. Especially when Nico, without warning her, slammed on brakes with a hard slam, causing the Bugatti to nearly swerve out of his control, and then he hooked a fast left-hand turn and drove straight ahead down a narrow, side road with trees and bushes on either side, a road the motorcyclists didn’t seem to realize was even there. They nearly overshot the road. But they corrected quickly and turned down that road, too, even as they didn’t know where that road led.
But Nico knew exactly where it led. He shifted to full speed and floored that Bugatti that, when it was in optimum speed, could outrun any vehicle on the road, including motorcycles.
“Unbuckle your seatbelt and take off your shoes,” Nico yelled to Kay as he sped along that narrow road that had bushes beating against the sides of his five-hundred-thousand-dollar car as if it were a toy.
Although Kay didn’t understand why he suddenly wanted her to unbuckle her seatbelt and remove her shoes, she didn’t delay. She did as she was told.
Nico pressed down all four windows of his car and pressed a button on his car phone. As it rang, he unbuckled his seatbelt too, and began removing his shoes even as he continued to drive and those cyclists continued to make up ground.
Kofi answered his call. “Yes, sir?”
“I’m in the middle of an ambush.”
“Gotdammit!” Kofi d
ecried anxiously. “Where, sir?”
“Near my house. On Lafayette.”
“Your GPS activated?”
“Yes.” Nico had it embedded. “Send reinforcements,” Nico said, and then he looked at Kay. But she was still ducked down. “Kay?”
She sat up when he called her name, and looked at him with that terror, once again, in her eyes. He hated that his actions were always the source of her pain. “Yes?” she asked him.
“As soon as the car is about to drop in,” he said, “I want you to jump out. Do not get pulled beneath this vehicle. Jump away from the car, you hear me? You’ve got to jump away from the car.” His face was filled with anguish. “It’s going to be difficult,” he said to her, “but I’ll find you.”
And then a look of regret pierced his face. “I love you, Kay,” he said to her. “I love you with all my heart.”
She saw the anguish in his eyes, and the regret and the pain. They were in trouble, and it was not the time to stand on ceremony or hurt feelings. “I love you, too, Nico,” she said honestly to him.
But their confessions of love was dampened when those cyclists gained too much ground and their shots began ricocheting off of the back of Nico’s car. And then a hail of bullets shattered the back glass.
And that was when Kay saw the determination in Nico’s eyes as he stared unblinkingly straight ahead. And she looked where he was looking. When she saw what was in front of them, and realized Nico was driving over a hundred miles per hour and wasn’t braking or easing off the gas petal at all, her heart fell through her shoe. The road was ending, those gunmen were gaining more and more ground behind them, and the massive Mediterranean Sea was the only thing, after that road, in front of them.
“Good Lord,” Kay said with horror in her voice as the car sped to the end of the road, and kept going, down an embankment. But it was going too fast, and Kay knew it.
The cyclists knew it, too, as they stopped at the end of the road, slinging their bikes sideways, and watched as Nico’s car lost traction down that embankment and flew into the air. And then it flew into the deep, dark sea that immediately swallowed up that Bugatti as if that sea was a mammoth mouth that opened wide, like a tease, and then shut down.
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