Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Suddenly, his mouth is on mine. His clothes are gone, and he is in the shower with me. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, but I am spinning so close to the edge. “Kiss me back, baby. I want to feel that shy tongue in my mouth.” Doing as he said, my mouth opens slightly and my tongue peeks out, slowly following his lead. “There’s my girl.” Our tongues take a moment to get acquainted and say hello before he takes over and slides his fully into my mouth. “I knew you would taste sweet, Piccola. I knew you would taste forbidden and tantalizing.
His fingers have not stopped moving with mine. I am quickly falling, zooming toward a release I can only get to with him. “I think. I can’t… It’s…”
“I got you, baby. Let go. I will always catch you.” Those are the words I need to allow myself to fall, literally. I open my mouth and a blinding scream falls from them. My body feels like it is convulsing. It scares me and I begin reaching for him until everything goes black. The last thing I hear is a whisper. “Never letting you go.” I hope he never does.
“Mmm...” Stretching my arms I open my eyes and smile. My body feels light, languid and oddly sensitive. I know instantly he is not in the bed with me or in the house. Don’t ask me how I Know, but from the moment he brought me here, I have felt this overwhelming connection to him. Sure it could be hero syndrome. I know. But it is something else. Something tangible, right there at the surface, pulling us closer but also threatening to snap if tugged too hard. Looking outside I see the sun is setting and realize I slept for longer than I expected.
Curious and missing him, I get up and use the bathroom since my bladder feels like it is going to explode. Once I have washed my hands and brushed my teeth, I look at myself in the mirror and smile when I see my eyes are not as sunken in as they were. I can see tiny pieces of who I was trying to reach the surface and it makes me feel better. I can see pieces of myself coming back every day, but I also see something else possibly forming, a new me. A me that never existed before any of this.
I trade out my flowy dress for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I don’t bother with shoes since I am inside. Turning, I open the bedroom door and walk out. “Larabee. Are you here?” The house is silent but for my own breathing. I check his office and the backyard but find nothing. The panic begins and I lean against the counter. My throat begins to swell, and I think I start to collapse as the wail of despair fills through the air. Am I alone again? Why is everyone always leaving me?
My mind is spinning going over the last time I saw him. “Oh no.” My hand at my throat and once again I am calling upon the darkness when salvation comes again.
“Baby, talk to me. What the fuck happened?” When his voice permeates my mind I look at him and all of the darkness begins to recede. I launch myself into his arms and cry on his shoulder. “Piccola, you're scaring the shit out of me. Talk to me, baby.” He sits in a chair with me on his lap and I can’t bring myself to talk. Right now, I just need to be in his arms.
Nine
Larabee
Iwas outside on the phone with Quanico discussing the situation with his cousin. Apparently Giulia called him and told him to handle it the rest of the way since she found out what I said was true. When I saw his name on the phone, I knew what it was.
Quan called to let me know I was to bring her to him in Miami immediately. Of course that conversation did not sit well with me, so I decided to shoot my shot. Either he was going to go for it, or I would be killed upon arrival. Either way I can’t not fight for her.
“I was waiting for one of you to call me back so we could hash this out before I brought her back.”
“What is there to hash out?” His voice is calm, but I don’t let that fool me. He and Giulia are one in the same even though there is no blood relation. They are both cool and calm even with a gun or sword in their hand.
“I am taking her home with me. That is not something I am willing to negotiate on, but, I would also like it sanctioned seeing as how, I would like to stay alive.” I hear his pen tapping across the desk as he gives my words some thought.