Scarlett and the Feds

by Baker, S. L.

  We pulled up in front of a familiar looking building, and I smiled.

  “Hey this is where we had our very first date.”

  Victor smiled. “It is.”

  “Okay, well what’s going on?”

  “You’ll see, babe. Be patient.”

  There, that word again that Scar hated, she kicked the door shut with her foot. She grumbled under breath how much she hated being patient. It was cruel and unusual punishment in her opinion, and should be abolished immediately. I hushed her and she cursed at me as she walked in the building in front of us. Victor grabbed my hand as we walked into the elevator. I smiled. My mind veered back to the first time I felt his touch at Salvatore Industries when I almost face planted in the elevator and he caught me. My sweet spot just erupted and the lava was heating up.

  The doors opened and we were greeted by two waiters who led us to the small intimate table nestled under the stars. The lights from the city below us were beautiful and vibrant as they lit the backdrop to our romantic night. We’d been through so much since that first date. I knew in the depth of my heart and my core that I loved Victor Salvatore without hesitation. The waiter placed the white linen napkin in my lap and poured me a glass of wine. We ate a beautiful dinner of Lobster Capellini. When we finished, Victor reached across the table and grabbed both my hands.

  “You are so beautiful, Angelina.”

  “Thank you,” I replied blushing.

  “You have made me the happiest man. Not until I met you did I even fathom that I could love another person as much as I love you and that scares the shit out of me. Losing you is more than I could even begin to wrap my mind around. I know without a doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  Scarlett whipped out her notebook and pen. This was good material for the romance novel she wanted to write. She eagerly looked at Victor to continue.

  Victor rose from the table, walked over, and got on one knee.

  “Angelina, would you do me the incredible honor of marrying me?” he said pulling out a small velvet box.

  I opened it and there was a three carat diamond ring. Scarlett passed out cold like she was just sucker punched right in the face. I sat stunned, not able to take my eyes off the enormous ring picking up all the light from the city reflecting off in stunning brilliance.

  “Yes I will marry you!” I squealed jumping in his arms. My lips ravaged his in carnal passion and lust. I was so beyond happy. I would spend the rest of my life with my Italian Adonis, the man I loved inexplicably to the very core of my existence. Our lives had been teetering on the edge of a cliff just waiting to be pushed over the edge to our deaths. But we had survived and grown stronger.

  Tears of sheer joy streamed down my cheeks.

  “I love you so much, Victor. I’d be so honored to be your wife.”

  He picked me up in those strong arms and just held me, kissing my neck, cheeks and lips. I wanted to make passionate love right there on the roof top under the stars where we had our first date and where the man that I loved had just proposed. It made all the fear, terror, and drama of the last few months evaporate.

  I couldn’t unbutton Victor’s belt and pants fast enough. I wanted him to take me on the table. Scarlett had re-grouped and was trying to get the ring off my finger to put on hers so she could see the light of the stars dance off the huge diamond. She gave Victor a huge, wet tongue filled kiss and then took three swigs of wine right from the bottle. She need a minute. Shit, she had a wedding to plan! She frantically started Googling wedding dress shops.

  Victor slid my panties off and I stopped short of ripping off his shirt. He laid me back on the table and my orgasm was already building at record pace. I grabbed him around the neck trying to rip off his tie.

  I whispered, “I want you so fuckin’ bad.”

  He kissed my neck and moved to my nipples, they were so ready for his lips to devour them. The anticipation of having his manliness inside me was on overload and just as he thrust into me, I came. I let out a primal scream that echoed for miles. It sound like wolves howling at the moon. We both collapsed in a hot mess of ecstasy and savored each other’s orgasm. It was by far the best night of my life. Our breathing was in synch together.

  “Holy shit! That was epic, Angelina.”

  “I don’t think I can move yet, Victor.”

  He laughed and got up. I caught a glimpse of that incredible ass as he pulled up his pants. Victor grabbed my hands and gently pulled me to my feet.

  The waiter re-appeared out of the shadows with dessert. Scarlett yanked out a smoke bomb. She wanted to create a diversion so she could kidnap the dessert. I stopped her before she pulled out the pin to the bomb. She flipped me the bird and was in hot pursuit of the waiter. A syringe of truth serum tightly grasped in her hand, just in case he wouldn’t hand over the Tiramisu without a fight.

  I took a couple bites of dessert. I was too excited to eat. I yelped as Scarlett pinched me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and then she swiped the rest of my cake. Kissing me on the cheek as she shoved a big ole piece in her mouth.

  Victor threw his napkin on his plate.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Victor put his arm around my waist as we headed toward the elevator. We were met by Hawke and Donovan, a new hire, when the door popped open. Each goon on each side of me and Victor and two more in the rear. We were surrounded by four of the most highly trained goons on the planet according to Victor. Hawke held open the large glass door and another goon stood guard by the waiting Escalade.

  A sedan came barreling down the road and stopped as it approached us. The goons reached for weapons as we were engulfed in a hail of machine gun fire. Victor shielded my body. I screamed, Victor jolted back and hit the ground. He was shot. He was on top of me and I was screaming. Hawke and Donavan hit the ground, blood pooling around their bodies. Three goons ran into the street firing after the sedan as it sped off.

  I was sobbing uncontrollably as I pushed Victor off of me. He had a faint pulse and so did Hawke. Donovan was dead. Joe Salvatore had sent a message. No one was safe and he would kill his own son to get that book. He would kill everybody I loved or had a connection with to get what he wanted, and when he did, then I was next. The only person on the planet that could save me was laying next me hanging onto his life, one breath at a time.

  To be continued…