by V Domino
I turn over and run my fingers along all the tattoos on his strong back. I smile at him when he groans and turns his sleepy face toward me. He’s grown a lot in the last three years. Not physically but mentally and emotionally. We’ve spent every spare moment searching for his kid sister but have had no luck. We’ve sought an audience with the Don but with the war going strong at the time, we never got his answer. The Underboss sent a message saying he’d pass along the info, but again, nothing. Then the car bombing happened… it’s been a clusterfuck.
Though he’s opened up to me and has become the man I love with all my being, I can’t fix everything for him. Some things he has to battle alone and it kills me. Twitch has been fighting the blues recently; his mother’s birthday is this weekend. I know the feeling well. I fight the same battle yearly with my own ma. But this year, I have a surprise for him. There is a new singer in town and they say she can heal a soul with her voice. Supposedly, she’s captured Gavriel the Cruel Renzetti’s heart. If she can do that, I think her singing Twitch’s childhood song will do him wonders.
“Rise and shine, handsome. Today is going to be a good day.” I giggle when he rolls onto his side and pulls me to his chest. Perfection. This is where I can die happily.
“Why is it going to be a good day, hm?” His groggy morning voice is so deep it could be used in a horror movie as the killer’s voice.
I lift my chin and kiss the edge of his jaw before straddling his hips. We don’t wear clothes to sleep so I grind my bare pussy against his hard length and groan at the feel of my arousal soaking him.
“Because the birds are...chirping and the flowers are… something.” I can’t think straight. Twitch sits up and sucks my nipple into his mouth while flicking the ring with his talented tongue and squeezing my other breast.
I continue grinding on his dick, using his bulbous head, which he gloriously pierced months ago, to flick my clit. I’m close but I need a little push to give me that high I desperately chase. Twitch continues biting my nipple but uses his free hand to squeeze my ass before sliding his fingers beneath me and gathering my juices on his fingers. He brings it back to that tight ring of muscles at my ass and pushes through.
“Oh, fuck!” I grind harder as he begins fucking my ass with his fingers. Pumping me in rhythm with my movements. I drop my lips to his just as my climax hits. There’s nothing like kissing Twitch, no drug can compare and no euphoria can reach its height.
“I love you, Neviah.” He looks up at me and just like the first time he said it three years ago, I see the truth in his stormy hazel eyes. Life without me is no life for him.
“I love you, Luca. I always will. There’s nothing that can separate my love from you.”
Separation is a painful thing and it’s something Twitch has lived with his entire life. He won’t lose me. I will claw my way out of the grave to get back to him. Nothing will keep me from him. I vow it.
Twitch flips us over and settles himself between my legs. “You’re right, it’s a good day.”
His lips meet mine in a soft kiss before he trails them down my neck, biting and sucking as he goes. He sits back and pulls my leg over so that I’m lying on my side with my legs closed. Leaning back over me, he brushes his inked fingers through my hair before running his thumb over my lips.
“Everyday with you is a good day, Silver.”
My heart melts. I love this pinhead. He still drives me up the wall with how much we butt heads but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He sharpens me and I sharpen him.
I open my lips and lick his caressing thumb as he pushes his thick cock between my folds, gathering my slick arousal. His piercing touches all the right spots, I’m so glad I convinced him to get it. Took a lot of begging and alcohol before he gave in but it was worth it.
Once his hard length is slick he lines up with my ass and pushes in slowly, past the sting and straight to the sweet spot deep within me.
“Fuck, yess, Silver. You feel so fucking good.”
“Hmmm,” is all I can get out before he starts to thrust, slowly at first but gaining speed as he lifts off of me. I put both hands against the headboard to keep from sliding upwards and to make his pounding hit that deep bundle of nerves. Getting fucked by Twitch never gets tiring. The way his hands raise goosebumps along my skin with every hard and soft touch is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The way his eyes roam my body is like tongues of flames licking across blades of grass; scorching and feverish. But when his palms leave their stinging prints on my ass… yeah, baby. There’s nothing like it.
As if reading my thoughts, Twitch flips me onto my knees and pushes back in with a slap on my cheeks before gripping my hip and pulling my hair to arch my neck and back.
“You’re mine?” His husky voice rumbles out.
“Fuck me hard and we’ll see.” I love messing with him when he’s like this. Try as I might, I can’t be a submissive in bed without a rough hand and Twitch knows just how to tame me.
He gathers my hair tighter to my scalp before pulling me back to his hard chest. He wraps his fingers around my throat tightly before asking me again.
“Are. You. Mine?”
I smirk and shrug my shoulders because I’m a bitch like that. I reach back and pull on his hair, something he hates but something that gets him deliciously rougher.
“Fuck. Me. Hard.”
And he does. With a growl he shoves me down to the mattress and pounds deeply into my ass. Fucking me so hard and rough that my eyes roll back. I don’t need to play with my clit, Twitch’s dick hits all the right spots and all too soon, my climax hits me as hard as my man’s cock. I scream out his name as he roars through his release, collapsing on top on my back.
“Yeah, Luca. I’m yours, forever.”
He pulls out of me and rolls to the side, facing me.
I grab his left hand and kiss his fingers, butterflies swarming my stomach. I’ve been debating doing what I’m about to do. Women don’t usually do this but I’ve never been one for tradition and if the outcome works then it doesn’t matter who asked who.
Keeping my eyes on his fingers I take the plunge, “Will you marry me Luca Romano?”
It’s like the world stopped spinning and every living creature within a ten mile radius stopped to hear his answer. Hell, even my breathing stopped.
Twitch reaches over to the bedside table and I’m sure he’s going to act like I didn’t say anything. Instantly I’m hurt and pissed but then he rips something off from underneath the tabletop; a silver velvet box with rose designs over it. He sits up and I follow suit, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood.
“I planned to ask you on my mother’s birthday so that every year I’d have something to celebrate rather than mourn. You, Neviah Mazzi, are my bright flame in the darkness. The guiding light in my dark halls. These past years have been the best of my life and I want to make our future years even better. Yes, doll, I’ll marry you.”
I let out a whoosh of breath when he opens the box. A light rose gold ring sits nestled inside. The sides look like stems from a flower with tiny diamonds leading up to a beautiful red ruby. It looks like a rose.
“Omigod. It’s gorgeous.” I almost don’t want to touch it, it’s so stunning.
Twitch pulls it out and slides it reverently onto my finger.
I was right, today is a very good day.
I’m ready for round two but the sound of nails hitting the wood floor coming down the hall to our bedroom stops us. Pony Boy, our two year old doberman comes bounding through the door and jumps onto our bed as if he’s celebrating our engagement too. I pull the blankets up covering my face when he gets wild with his licking and scratching. For a pup, he’s heavy and strong. We found him in a box by the dumpsters when we first moved into this building and we fell in love with the little runt. Now his ears are clipped and he’s no longer skin and bones. I love our boy.
“Down, PB. No bed.” Twitch has been training him and thoug
h he’s still a baby, he’s learning quickly. Obeying Twitch’s command, PB hops off the bed and bounces around giving us his silent barks. He can get loud if he wants to but part of his training is no barking unless he’s alerting us to a threat.
Twitch pulls the blanket back and kisses me before climbing out of bed and into some briefs. Twitch naked is pussy throbbing but Twitch in tight briefs, showing off his toned legs and ass is motherfucking glorious.
I watch him leave the room and chuckle when PB barks loudly. Looks like we have a long road ahead of us with that boy and I can’t wait to travel it with my man. I look at my ring and smile so big my face hurts.
Flopping back against our downy pillows, I daydream about a rockabilly wedding.
Fuck yes!
Silver has been acting sketchy as hell all day today but I just don't have the energy to decipher her sneakiness. I trust the woman so I'm not worried she's two timing me. Silver doesn't have a disloyal bone in her body but I know she's up to something. Today is my mom's birthday and though I wanted it to be a special day by proposing to Silver, it just didn't happen that way. Still though, she's up to something.
“Nick! Quit scratching your ass. Let’s train!” I'm strapped from head to toe in protective gear ready to get Nicky ready for his fight tomorrow but if he keeps fucking off on his important phone call I'm going to pull his ass out. I no longer fight for Diego but I am Nick's trainer and I get ten percent of his winnings. Mostly, I've been working for Alessandro DeLucci. Johnny got his button, said his Omerta and spilled blood. He's a made man now but, until his father retires, he's still working under his pops. I'm looking to get my own name thrown in the hat for my button so I've been a foot soldier for DeLucci until he feels I've proven myself.
Nick whispers something into the phone before hanging up and jogging over to me. If I roll my eyes any harder they'll stay stuck in the back of my head.
“Who the hell was so important that you needed twenty minutes to whisper on the phone like a middle schooler?”
He pulls on his gloves and wraps them before answering me.
“My heyna.” Girlfriend. “Silver. She asked me to get you to Medusa's later.”
The fuck? I shake off the punching mitt and check my smart watch. Sure enough there's some missed calls from Silver and a text that says, I want to dance tonight at the place we had our first dance. You down?
Hell yeah, I'm down. I shoot off a text before leveling Nick with a glare.
“The fuck were you whispering with my woman for?”
“Nothing boss, shit. She has a fucking surprise for you, alright? I'm not saying shit though cause she'll kill me so fuck off.”
I lunged at him then. Element of surprise is something we need to work on anyway.
One hour later I'm dressed in an outfit similar to the one I wore to Diego's birthday party. White Converse shoes, black jeans, black button up shirt paired with my white suspenders and bowtie. A lot of people don't get the bowtie but it's just my style. Silver once called me a greaser but it works because she rocks the hell out of her rockabilly style. Combing my hair back and tucking the comb in my back pocket I head out, patting Pony Boy on the head before leaving the penthouse.
In the parking garage, I'm once again disappointed to see my Chevelle isn't parked in my spot. I won't be able to take my girl for a cruise tonight in the muscle car but my blacked out Mercedes G-wagon is fly as fuck. Climbing in and starting her up, the speakers send their chime that Jefa is calling.
“What's happening, sorella?” Sister. “You coming to Medusa's?”
“Hey, carnal!” Brother. “Yeah, I'm already here with your girl. Johnny said he can't make it tonight, though.”
I figured as much. Johnny's been in contact with an old friend of his, Ren Moretti. He's been tasked with finding the illegitimate son of Ruslan Popov. Word on the street is, Popov has something in the works. A retaliation against the Renzetti's for running him off. The rumor mill says he's been in hiding with this supposed son of his and Johnny has been on the hunt.
“Okay, tell Sil I'll be there in fifteen minutes and call me if anything seems off. It's been quiet lately and I don't like it.”
“Don't stress it, La Famiglia is here. I haven't spotted the brothers but their guards are outside on post.”
“Ahh, I see. You didn't come tonight to celebrate our engagement. You came for Nico Renzetti, huh?”
Jefa screams when she hears about our engagement. I guess Silver hadn't told her yet. I hang up before she can cuss me out or demand more information out of me. I'll let Silver deal with that hothead. I bought some flowers for Silver, white and red roses. To me, Silver will always be my rose.
It's said that a rose has it's thorns because it grows healthier when bled on. In the wild, the rose bushes grow large and have been known to tangle around animals, making them bleed on the stems. The roses soak up the blood and grow stronger. This is my Silver. She'll cut a man down and thrive on his blood.
Medusa's is packed by the time I pull into the parking lot. I don't bother with the valet anymore, not since someone blew up my car. I don't trust anyone. Silver thinks it was Popov who planted the bomb but I have my suspicions. I decided it was time to seek out the Don and not long after getting my message to the Underboss, my car blew into smithereens. I'm pretty sure that was his way of saying, fuck off.
Getting inside is much easier than it was years ago. No one bothers with a guest list but I don't think much of it. Last time I was here it was for the cartel boss' birthday so of course they'd check each person before admitting them.
The club looks the same but there's a young singer up on stage straight ahead. She's singing ‘Maria’ by Two Feet. Her voice is oddly familiar but I can't see her from here. I say hello to some people, they're all Silver's friends who have come out to congratulate us. Finally, I spot my woman. I wrap my arm around her waist and give her the bouquet. Her smile lights up the room before she jumps to her toes and throws her arms around my neck.
“Thank you, handsome. I love you. Let me see if they can put these behind the bar.” I try to stop her but Jefa intercepts me, looking like someone pissed in her drink.
“Why didn't you tell me you were going to purpose, Twitch? I would have gone with you to pick out the ring!”
I laugh and throw my arm around her shoulders. She's been a good friend to me for years now and for all intents and purposes, she's my sister. But let's be real, shopping with Jefa is most definitely not something I ever plan on doing.
“What, you didn't like the ring I had made for her? I think it's perfect.”
We get to the bar when she leans up on her toes and kisses my cheek, “Yes! I love the ring. It's beautiful like Silver. I just wish I could have been a part of the proposal somehow. You guys are mi familia.” My family.
“Well, we have a wedding to plan and I don't know shit so the reins are in your hands. And just so you know, Silver proposed to me.”
Jefa's jaw falls open making me laugh. Silver comes rushing over to us but before she can sit on the bar stool next to me, I pull her onto my lap. I kiss her shoulder as she throws a double thumbs up to someone but before I can ask her what that was all about, the music I made to go with the lullaby my mother sang to my sister and I begins to play.
“This song is for Liliana Romano.” The singer on stage says with that familiar voice.
Wait. Did she just say Liliana Romano?
Suddenly my mother's face flashes in my mind's eye and it's the exact replica of the girl on stage. I can't peel my eyes off of her as she begins to sing my mother's song... with my mother's voice!
Over the hill
And under the moon.
Around the bend
And through the woods.
At the crooked Willow
Is where we'll meet...
I'm shook to my core. It's like I'm staring at a ghost. Someone claps my shoulder and I reluctantly look over and come face to face wit
h none other than Gavriel the Cruel Renzetti.
“Here's a piece to your puzzle, Romano.”
Oh fuck. It can't be. Is that my... my God. Is this singer my little sister? My heart is pounding and I hear my mother's voice singing along with the rest of the song. The singer stares at me while her voice cracks. She's crying because she knows. She knows I'm her big brother! As the last word rings out, Silver turns and buries her face in my neck. I close my eyes and take in Silver's scent to calm myself. This was Silver's gift to me. She found my sister! I pull back and look into her eyes before kissing her.
“Thank you for finding her. Thank you for bringing me to my sister. I love you with all my heart, Silver. I'll never love anyone the way I love you. No one can hold a candle to your flame. I fucking love you.”
“What? That’s your sister? I had no idea, I just wanted the Manhattan Singer to sing your song because I love her voice. I'm so happy though. I love you so much, Luca but go to her.” She jumps off my lap and pulls me to my feet.
My legs feel like stone but as I make my way to the stage, I see the singer, my sister, in the arms of Gavriel. She seems to be crying while he strokes her back. I want to be angry at the connection they have but I mentally slap myself as I stand below the stage and watch him whispering to her. I'm grateful she has someone on her side, someone to cry on. I won't begrudge Gavriel for being her rock—not when I couldn't be.
The girl, Sia, looks up at Gavriel and my breath catches. She looks like our mother. Long dark hair and same bone structure but her eyes glint like my father's... like mine. Life has hardened my baby sister as it did me. I just hope she didn't have it as badly.
Sia peeks around Gavriel and wipes at her eyes before snatching up Gavriel's hand for support. I stay where I am and let her make the first move. I can't believe the moment has arrived. She has the same pouty mouth she had as a baby, with her cream colored skin, flushed from nerves and tears. She steps around Gavriel and gives me the sweetest smile.
