“Lucia, do not worry. I am sure we will be blessed with some little ones sooner than they plan.” Aunt Madeline said as she walked in with a set of blue sapphire earrings. When she presented them to me, I was thrilled because I knew they were given to her by my mother. “These were from your mother. She gave them to me when I married your uncle and now I am giving them to you. I love you, Sarah, and I love Michael, too. I wanted him in our family and I was grateful when he was smart enough to pick one of my ‘lovely ladies.’”
“You called all the women you tried to set him up with that, he told me so.”
“Yes, well, he just happened to pick one of the best, didn’t he? What a smart man.” Aunt Maddie winked and hugged me. She whispered in my ear and told me I looked like a princess. My gown was sleeveless with a tight bodice that flared out like a bell at the waist and happened to be made by Vera Wang. I truly felt like a princess and couldn’t wait to get to my prince. I had been worried that something would go wrong before I walked down the aisle and became Mrs. Michael Vitale.
I knew it was time when my uncle came in to walk me to my future. “Sweetheart, the man is going to faint dead away when he sees you. You look perfect. Congratulations.”
The music played as the church doors opened. The bridesmaids walked up in their stylish green dresses. Because I wanted the girls to like their dresses, I let them pick out the style, but the color was up to me and the girls loved them. Up ahead stood the most amazing man I had ever known and I could barely control the urge to run up to him. He was staring at me like I was his whole world. I smiled despite the nervousness I was feeling, because I knew I was walking to my future.
I thought she was gorgeous before, but as she walked to me, to become my wife in the eyes of God and all our friends and family, she glowed radiantly, making her perfect. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like I would have a heart attack. I watched the love of my life walk to me and I saw her smile. I was grateful for a chance to win her. When she smiled at me, I started to walk to her only to be pulled back by my best man. David the prick whispered, “Don’t worry she will get here.” I heard a faint laugh from the wedding party, and I even received a chuckle from behind the hand of the priest. Let them laugh, I don’t care. I am marrying my Sarah. I love her so much.
Twenty-five minutes later I was asked to kiss my bride. “With pleasure.” I pulled her close and bent my head and whispered, “I love you, my wife,” then kissed her as gently and as pure as I could manage, but it was only when the coughing and the laughs occurred that I realized I had my hand on her ass and her hands were in my hair with our tongues down each other’s throats. When I looked at Sarah, she was blushing, but everyone could see that I too was blushing under my olive skin.
We walked back through the church, receiving hugs from all those who could get a hold of us. Once in the limo, we released the breath we had been holding at the same time. We both laughed.
“Is it that tough to be my wife already?”
“No, but that crowd was huge. How about you? You huffed out your breath as well. Have I started being a trial already?”
“Yes, you have. I had to stand there in front of all those people and a priest sporting a freaking hard on. So yes, being your husband has been a trial. I will have to spend the next few hours trying not to fuck you in the nearest empty room.” I was only half joking. The gown on her accentuated every curve and the slenderness of her waist. I had to stop the drool several times during the ceremony.
“I’m sorry. I’m going to have to fix that, I can’t have you thinking I am a trial and wanting to trade me in, so soon.” While she was speaking she had been fiddling with my tuxedo, unzipping my slacks and pulling my shirt out of them.
“May I ask what you have in mind, my wife?”
“You may, but I am not telling you. You will just have to wait and see.” With that, she had my cock out of my boxers and in her hand. “Just don’t touch my hair.” I laughed at her deadly serious look she gave me before she swallowed a large portion of my engorged cock. I decided I would play with her ass since I could not touch her head. I spanked her ass as I lifted the bottom of the cumbersome gown. I had finally hit pay dirt with the garter and stockings. The feel of the stockings combined with her silky skin had me feeling the need to explode, so I continued to lightly spank her bottom. She purred when I spanked her one more time and cocked her ass up causing my release. She swallowed all my seed without letting a drop fall. I fixed my pants just before we pulled up to the reception hall for photos then our party.
We looked presentable by the time we exited and had been greeted by the wedding party, who had beat us there. They had the driver intentionally take the longer route so they could welcome us with bubbles and flower petals. The pictures did not take long, but I was sure they would be beautiful. The reception started without a problem, soothing Sarah’s feeling of unease. I could feel it in her body, she seemed tense.
It was when the dinner was being served that a commotion was coming from outside. Jason and Brandi had come to start some trouble. They had been trying to get to the wedding, but had been fucking each other, and high as hell, so they had missed the actual ceremony. What neither of them had known was that there was a full team out to stop them in particular. The scuffle had not made it past the outside doors and the police had arrived without fanfare so as not to alert any of the guests or my bride of the incident. The head of the security team walked up to me after dinner when Sarah was dancing with her uncle. He pulled me off to the side and told me that they were taken to jail. Jason had violated the restraining order and so his bail had been revoked. I kept that shit from Sarah until we were on our honeymoon so I wouldn’t ruin her night. Although knowing he couldn’t get out of jail before the trial would make her happy.
We had decided to go to Greece for our wedding trip, and it was an amazing week long trip. We had spent most of our time in our hotel suite doing what all newlyweds do on their honeymoon. We fucked like bunnies… newlywed bunnies. It was nothing new from our pre-marital sex life except we didn’t have to work. The weather had complied with our trip, so we were able to enjoy the sun and take a ride on a yacht for dinner one evening. It was the only evening we made it out of our bed on time.
It was during our last day that we decided to take a short two day trip to Sicily. I got to show my wife where I had grown up and become a man, the man she loved. I happened to avoid most people in the village because I took her to the seaside, spending whatever time that we were not in bed to explore the historic waterfronts and buildings. I couldn’t wait to bring her back for a real visit, but we both had to get back to work. I was slacking terribly and had left others in charge, something I was not very comfortable with doing under normal circumstances.
Chapter 23:
“Sarah, I want you to stop the birth control.” I had been thinking about it since we had gotten married four months ago. Now we had this big house with the yard, and the dog in the suburbs, it was a perfect time to start a family.
“Michael, I am not ready to give up my career. I have just gotten started. Love, give it some time. We have Frankie and he is a handful already. We need time for us, Michael.” I had been thinking of stopping the birth control, too, but I was going to surprise him. Maybe I would get pregnant right away, but according to the web, it said it would take a long time after stopping birth control to get pregnant. Michael was overprotective as it is, add a pregnancy to it, and I was afraid he would wrap me in bubble wrap.
“Fine, babe, but at least think about quitting work soon because I can’t wait to come home to find your sexy ass waiting for me with dinner ready, or at least dessert.” He winked his eye at me with his sinful grin.
I rolled my eyes at him and walked to the kitchen to take our dishes as I uttered, “You are incorrigible.” He walked up to me carrying our glasses to the dishwater.
“Damn straight, wife. Haven’t you learned that by now?” Damn that smile, it’s disarming. “Have I told
you I love you today?”
“Only once,” I pouted cutely, pretending to be hurt as I huffed out my response and put the plates in the sink.
“How remiss of me! I love you, Sarah.” He pulled me into his tight embrace, squeezing me tightly. I giggled as he nibbled on my neck. “Do you still love me?”
“Of course, old man, I love you very much.”
He had asked me that ever since he found out that I knew about his past. It happened when Jason Andrews’ trial came up two months ago. The defense attorney tried to claim that Michael had only attacked Jason in a fit of jealous rage, and that it was Michael’s past that had made him a violent man. Michael was devastated that I had to find out this way, but all I had said to him about it was that I had wished he told me first.
“I was afraid of the way you would look at me.”
“Michael, I found out about your past the night of the party when you and Holmes were out talking, when you thought I was in the bathroom. I came out to find you and I overheard your conversation. I have been waiting for you to tell me.”
“I am sorry. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I was afraid of losing you.”
“Never, Michael. Your childhood helped you become the old man you are today.”
“Do you still love this old man, Sarah?” As much as he was playing, he was just as serious. I could feel the vulnerability in his words.
“Of course I love you very much, old man.” I tried to lessen the tension.
I had come home from work the next day to see Stacy at our house in tears, “What the hell is going on here?” I hadn’t talked to David today and I prayed something hadn’t happened to him.
“Stacy and Ryan broke up.” The relief I felt was immediate. Then like a big brother I had been upset by it, and needed to call David to fill him in. I left to go into my study we set up when we bought the house.
“Hey bro, your sister is at my house right now and in fucking tears.” I was feeling fit to be tied.
“Yeah, I know. Sarah asked me to leave early today because my sister was upset. I bet you it has to do with that prick who I had yet to meet.”
“It is. They broke up. I didn’t get any details, but that is what Sarah just told me.”
“I bet she is regretting not letting me meet the fucker. I swear if I find him, I will choke the bastard.” David had been furious that she had been refusing to let him meet this boyfriend. I don’t know how many times we played basketball that he would rant about it. I am glad that he didn’t know who this guy was because he seemed to be about to go off the deep end about it.
“I need your wife to tell me about this guy, like his full name.” I knew about some of Stacy’s past and Michael’s involvement in fixing it. I was worried my friend would go too far to protect her.
“She won’t do it if Stacy doesn’t want her to tell you.” I knew my wife was just as stubborn as anyone of them.
“You could persuade her. If you know what I mean,” David said suggestively.
“Ha, have you met my wife? The woman is as stubborn as they get. She is the one that has me locked up on her goods, not the other way around.” I knew she had me by the balls when it came to getting what she wanted. Not that I didn’t still get my way a lot and bossed her ass around when necessary, but when she was dead set on something, it was the pussy she taunted and teased me with.
“Well, give it a shot. I have watched her wait for your call or do what you tell her to do often enough to know you have her locked down.”
“I will do my best, but she just might not know anything besides what we know.”
“Okay. That is all I ask. She is all I have left and she had a raw deal growing up, so I want to make sure she is happy and this bastard just used her.” David was enraged, but his hands were tied. He already had issues to handle at work and with his new brother in the picture, it was all overwhelming for my friend to overcome. All three of the siblings felt like they got shafted by their mother and lost all that time together.
“I will talk to you later.” I hung up with David and went to check on the girls.
I walked in the room to see that they had out some ice cream and a scary movie on. I sat with the girls for a while and decided to cook dinner for the ladies. That night we wanted to go out to a driving range. We all headed to a local arcade place. We played several buckets of balls. Stacy took out her pain and frustration on the ball and the driver as I felt up on Sarah, showing her how to hit the ball. I would feel sorry for this dude if he was around Stacy now.
Stacy had slowly come around to the living, but had hardly hung out with Sarah, when I was around. Neither girl would give up any information about Ryan to us guys. Hell, we hadn’t even known what gym it was. Granted, David could have delved into her personal information, but he couldn’t do that to her. Since she was improving, he let it go, for now.
As time went on, Stacy started going on dates to take her mind off Ryan and his betrayal of what they had, but it had not worked one bit. She struggled to understand why he would just end things with her and she knew it had to be someone else.
With Andrews in jail and not a peep out of Bambi, I thought I was safe. So I called off the guys that Michael had put on me seven months into our marriage. He tried to pretend that they were from David’s security team, but I called bullshit on that right away. He had confessed that he just wanted me safe and they were staying until he was sure there were no more problems. He still didn’t want me to get rid of them, but I talked him into it. I knew that he had at least one guy tailing me at a distance, but I let him have it. He had Paul with him most of the time, so I needed someone with me.
I was about to have a meeting with a client and my boss when in walked Holmes and Brandi. Apparently their superficial arrangement was still in the works. I couldn’t be happier that Michael had the sense not to fuck that whore. Thankfully, the client was running behind schedule. I didn’t want them to witness the confrontation that I knew would happen.
“Mrs. Vitale, it is so good to see you again,” Roderick Holmes said as he held on to the waist of an angry Brandi. I knew she still hated the fact that she was stuck with the older guy when she had a young, hot guy in her grasp, but he only wanted me. She couldn’t stand that, to her she was perfection, stupid bitch. Her self-inflated ego is what got her into this mess in the first place.
“Trisha, it is good seeing you again as well. With all the pretty ladies working for Montgomery, I should be jealous.” Holmes winked at the ladies and had stared directly at me. “Mr. Holmes, we are not on good terms, so do well to remember that,” said Trisha, who had once been Roderick’s girlfriend in their younger days until he had traded her in for a wealthier woman. I could still see the anger Trisha felt for him.
“Oh Trisha, dear, it seems you landed well on your feet with your husband and kids in college. Can we let bygones be bygones?”
“You are not to be trusted with anything. So no, I do not want to waste my time dealing with you. We have a meeting, so if you would excuse yourself and your latest tramp, it would be great.”
“See, Brandi, this is what a bitter woman looks like.” I held Trisha, who tried to bolt out of her chair and gouge his eyes out.
“You don’t want to be like her, so you might as well give up on Vitale because unless she leaves him, he is off the market.”
“Holmes, please, this woman has nothing on me.” Was this bitch retarded?
“I have Michael, don’t I? What do you have, hmmm? Nothing but a sleazy man who tries to pick up anything that walks. It’s sad because you two are the best you both could do. You have been warned to stay away at the wedding. Now I am telling you again, back the fuck up, you stupid slut before I call the cops.”
Brandi had been furious and launched at me with the knife that had been at the table before anyone had a chance to stop her. “He is mine you fat whore. I will get him back. I hope you die.” Her words were in a crazy shrieking tone as she stabbed me. Roderick
pulled her back and watched as I was bleeding from my chest. Trisha was trying to stop the bleeding while she and several other patrons called 911. Since I had called off Michael’s team, he had only one of the guys following me to make sure I was safe. He had not arrived in time to stop the attack, but called Michael. He pulled Roderick from the bitch and held her down until the police arrived.
Sarah was rushed to Northwestern and into surgery. I arrived at the hospital just as the ambulance pulled up with my wife in it, fuck! I saw them as they brought my Sarah out on the stretcher and I ran with them.
“Amore, talk to me.” She had the mask on her face and was unconscious. I wanted to cry like a fucking baby. Her clothes were covered in blood. “Dio mio, what the hell! Somebody tell me something,” I screamed to the paramedics.
“Sir, your wife was stabbed in her lung and is being transported into the OR. You will have to talk to the doctors about her condition.” They rushed her in and I had to stand by and watch them cart her away.
I had been joined by David, Stacy, Madeline, and Trisha shortly after I arrived. Their worry was almost just as great as mine. “I hope that bitch gets twenty for this.”
“I want her dead, David, she deserves that.” Stacy was outraged that David only thought my wife’s life wasn’t worth the death penalty.
“They won’t execute her for attempted murder. Sarah is going to pull through.” David wasn’t giving up hope that Sarah would survive, despite the severity of her injury. I prayed for that, too. I needed to believe she was going to be okay.
“No, I guess you are right because Sarah is going to be fine.” Stacy had looked over to me. I felt empty, hollow inside. She walked over to me and put her arms around my shoulders. “She is going to be all right. You have to believe that, Michael.”
“I am trying. I promised to protect her and I failed. That bitch caused my wife to be here. I want her ass dead, too, but I know Sarah, and she is too kind to want to see that bitch dead. I need to be strong for Sarah. I will do whatever she wants me to do as long as she pulls through.” I needed a miracle. I didn’t know anything about her condition and I was fucking losing it. I paced back and forth when I wasn’t trying to fight back the tears.
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