The Tempted Series: Collectors Edition

by Janine Infante Bosco

  I blinked.

  Dark soulful eyes gazed into mine and I heard the gasp escape my lips.

  “You,” I sobbed, the word barely audible.

  “Me,” Jack whispered.

  I relived those few moments when Jack rescued me every night for a week after he brought me home. One would think that dreaming about my time captive would be considered a nightmare, but my rescue was no nightmare and I welcomed the dream. The moment the blindfold dropped to the floor and my eyes met Jack’s was pure bliss.

  Those eyes, the darkest eyes I had ever seen.

  The ones that got me every single time.

  I remember staring into his eyes and seeing the change in them when adoration turned to love. It was the moment he looked at me as if I was an angel that had dropped from the sky and landed at his feet. The first time he uttered that single word.

  You.

  Who knew one word as simple as that one would hold so much meaning? One word tied to the biggest revelation either of us would ever know.

  I know now the meaning of the word, you. At least for me and Jack, I do. It means finally being aware that I’ve found the missing piece of my heart. It means I’ve waited my whole life for you and now here you are. It is knowing that because of you I am now complete. It means you’ve healed me. It means I love you.

  You, you’re everything.

  You’re the moon and the stars.

  You’re my whole world.

  You’re the one I give my life too.

  And with discovering what you meant for us, I also learned another word.

  Me.

  A single word that affirms every promise.

  Me, the one who will pick you up when you fall.

  Me, the one who will chase away all the demons.

  Me, the one who will always heal you.

  Me, the one who promises to always complete you.

  Me, the one who owns your heart.

  Me, the one who loves you more than anyone.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  I could stare at her for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough. I could hold her in my arms until death called me home, and they’d still feel empty. I sounded like a pussy but it was true.

  I’ve always felt out of control, a man not in charge of his life because of his illness but she’s healed me. I’ll always fight with my maker, always be a manic-depressive but I don’t have to fight those battles alone. Lacey won’t have to wonder if her dad will come back from his latest episode because I will always drag myself away from the darkness.

  I’ve got sunshine now.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered, as I wrapped a strand of hair around my finger and stared into her groggy eyes.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, stretching her body. “Morning.”

  I let the hair fall from my finger and took her hands in mine, glancing down at the bruises fading from her wrists and kissed where the ties marked her skin. I placed her arms around my neck and dragged her warm body over mine and stared up into her eyes.

  That first glimpse of those eyes, after I asked her for a slice of pie, I recognized the pain and sadness reflected in them. I knew some of her story but not all of her scars.

  You want more from me? You want my scars? You got to earn them.

  Her eyes weren’t sad anymore and somehow, someway I earned those scars. With each one she gave me, I gave her one of my own.

  Thirty-eight years old and I finally found my home. To think I almost lost her after waiting so long to find her. I remember pulling up to the café on 18th Avenue and fearing they wouldn’t be there. I questioned every move I made that led me to that point and was so frightened that I had made an error somewhere. I’d never forgive myself, not this time, not ever.

  Riggs must’ve sensed my apprehension because after I broke down the door he walked in first to assess the situation. I never thought that hearing Riggs confirm Blackie was barely alive would be the words I so desperately needed to hear. They were there and they were alive.

  The kid I underestimated sprang into action and went to work on saving our vice president. And me? I got the girl. I never wanted to be anyone’s hero until that moment. I removed the gag from her mouth first, watched as she took that first greedy breath through her mouth and felt my heart pound inside my chest.

  She looked so frail and it became clear how close I came to losing her. She would not have lasted much longer and neither would have Blackie.

  I had to remind myself that the son of bitch who did this to them would pay. That there was no need for me to seek revenge. It was mine already, and I had taken it.

  I reached around her head and untied the blindfold that covered her eyes and held my breath until those sad eyes found mine.

  Home.

  “You,” she said, her voice raspy and the word barely a whisper.

  “Me,” I promised.

  “What’s going on inside that big head of yours?” she asked, holding the sides of my head in her palms as she straddled me. She leaned down, nipped my lower lip with her teeth as her blonde hair fell around us.

  I wrapped my arms around her and my fingertips dug into her ass, pressing her into my morning wood.

  “Thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve fucked you,” I growled, taking her hips and flipping her onto her back.

  She laughed.

  Best fucking sound ever.

  “What’s it been a whole two hours?” she asked, before breaking into a fit of giggles as I tickled the side of her neck with the scruff lining my jaw. I hadn’t shaved in a week and I might never shave again because Reina enjoyed the rough beard forming around my face. She enjoyed it on her neck as the little course hairs tickled her sensitive skin and she really enjoyed it when they tickled her pussy.

  My lips traveled down her body and her moan was just as sweet as her laugh. I spread her legs wide, sliding down until my head was positioned above her pussy and I lifted my eyes to hers.

  Best fucking sight I ever saw.

  “Well?” she whispered, smiling playfully back at me.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  She rolled her eyes at me and slapped my shoulder. “Come on, Jack, you know what I want,” she exclaimed.

  “No,” I shook my head. “What do you really want, Reina?” I asked, staring into her eyes hoping she realized I wasn’t playing around. I truly wanted to know what she wanted because I wanted to give it to her. Every goddamn thing.

  “Is this a trick question?” she replied nervously.

  “No, it’s a simple one,” I insisted, lifting myself up and leaning back against my haunches. “Wanna know what you want out of life, Sunshine. I want to know what it is so I can give it all to you,” I said sincerely.

  “I’ve got everything I want,” she whispered, taking her lower lip between her teeth and biting down so hard she probably drew blood.

  “You wanna get married?” I blurted.

  Her eyes became wide as saucers and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.

  “What?” she croaked.

  I cocked my head to the side watching as she stared at me silently. I ran my finger along the curve of her breast as I decided what to say, how to put everything I felt into words, how to give her everything.

  “Did it once before,” I started, taking my eyes off her breasts and finding her eyes. “And for all the wrong reasons. Still, got two beautiful gifts from it and I could only imagine what gift I’d get if it was for the right reasons,” I added. “I’m no young stud,” I continued as she brought her hand to her mouth to cover her smile. I reached down and pulled it away from her face, leaning down to press a kiss to that smiling mouth. “Let me finish,” I insisted.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, eyes shining back at me.

  “I’d do it all again, with you, only you,” I said softly.

  “Me,” she whispered.

  “You,” I affirmed.

  “I love you, Jack Parrish,�
�� she said as she reached up and brought my lips down to hers.

  “Love you too, Sunshine,” I said against her mouth before I tickled her all over with my growing beard, starting with the place she desired it most.

  The End

  Epilogue

  I followed the hearse past the gates of Green-Wood cemetery with Reina on the back of my bike clutching my leather jacket. I pulled up along the site of the plot, killed the engine of my bike as the gravediggers helped the undertaker move the casket to its final resting spot.

  I took Reina’s hand from my chest, stretched it outward and glanced at the rock on her finger. She wanted to be my wife but wasn’t in a rush. Of course she wasn’t, she was twenty-eight—I was the one who was pushing forty. She wanted to have a kid, and I suggested we start working on that as soon as possible. She wanted to have big family dinners on Sundays and didn’t care if it was at our house or the clubhouse just as long as everyone was all together. She wanted season tickets for the Yankees and she demanded I take her riding two nights a week.

  I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her softly, a reminder that I promised to give all those things to her. I was a man of my word. She climbed off the bike first, taking my hand in hers as I dismounted before giving her hand a squeeze. I looked over her shoulder at the bikes that followed me here and two cars.

  My club, all of my brothers, except for one stood next to their bikes. Behind them was Anthony Bianci’s car and behind his car was Connie’s. Reina and I walked the length of the recession to the final car and I knocked on the passenger window.

  Connie rolled down her window and looked up at me.

  “I’m sorry for your loss, Jack,” she offered.

  “Thank you,” I said, crouching down to the window and peering over her to the driver’s seat. “Thanks for coming, Rob,” I said, acknowledging my ex-wife’s husband.

  “Very sorry,” he replied with a nod.

  I glanced into the back seat and saw my daughter.

  “Come on, Lace,” I beckoned. “You’re with us.”

  Reina dropped my hand and opened the door for my daughter. Lacey climbed out of the car and I took her hand in mine before reclaiming Reina’s. With my two girls at my side I climbed the hill to lay my brother to rest.

  We circled the coffin as the priest opened his bible and made the sign of the cross. Believers followed suit and copied the priest’s actions while I bowed my head and kept my hands at my sides. I wasn’t sure about my beliefs and if they rested with God. I didn’t know if I was his son or if I was who my cut labeled me, a Satan’s Knight.

  “We gather here to commend our brother Daniel Parrish to God our Father and to commit his body to the earth…” the priest began.

  After Reina was home safe and sound; Blackie was admitted into the hospital albeit in a coma. I returned the medical examiner’s call and claimed my brother’s remains. I honored him as I knew him, as Daniel Parrish, my brother. The boy I teased as a child, the young man I tried to look after and do the right thing by after our parents died. The brother that held my son when he was born and called my daughter, Princess Lacey as he gave her piggy back rides…the brother I missed.

  I stood back and watched as the brothers I chose circled Danny’s coffin, each one of them resting a hand against the mahogany.

  A moment of silence for my fallen brother.

  “Ay,” Pipe said, breaking the silence, the men dropping their hands from my brother’s coffin.

  Anthony and his wife were next to pay Danny his final respects.

  Bianci, an unlikely brother I never expected to find.

  Life was full of surprises.

  I smiled at Adrianna, who was finally starting to show off her tiny belly.

  Life was good when you had the right people in your life.

  Grace Pastore stepped in front of me as her daughter stepped aside.

  “I’m sorry, Jack,” she said as she embraced me. “Vic sends his condolences,” she added.

  She pulled away, and I saw the same thing I saw in her eyes when she showed up at my clubhouse:

  I’ll take care of yours, because you’ve taken care of mine.

  “Thanks, Grace,” I said softly.

  I went to take Reina’s hand again, but she moved to the coffin, resting a hand against the wood and bowed her head.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, before bowing her head and touching her lips gently to the top of the casket. I shoved my hands in my pocket and gave her a moment. I realized how grateful I was to Reina for hanging onto my brother when his soul left this earth.

  I felt her arms wrap around me and I lifted my eyes to hers.

  “You going to say goodbye?” she asked softly.

  “Yeah, give me a minute?”

  She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to mine.

  “Take two,” she whispered, before leaving me to my privacy.

  I remained frozen once I was alone, unable to take those few steps to say goodbye. I suppose it was mainly because I had already said goodbye to Danny all those years ago when he visited me at Ryker’s and bid me farewell.

  But still, a part of me wished for one last meeting. One last tackle, one last joke, one last wet willy.

  I don’t know if I’ll ever have that encounter again. I don’t know if Danny and I are destined to go to the same place once life is over but one could hope, right?

  “See you on the other side, brother,” I said.

  Just one last encounter.

  “Jack?”

  I turned around, startled by the voice and looked back at Connie.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt but Rob has to go back to work, and I wanted to give this to you before I left,” she explained, holding up a white envelope.

  “What is it?” I asked, taking what she offered and turning it over to see it was sealed.

  “When you went away Danny paid me a visit,” she began, pausing a beat. “I don’t know what’s inside. It was sealed when he handed it to me but he told me to give it to you if something should ever happen to him.”

  I dropped my gaze to the envelope before taking a deep breath and slipping it into my back pocket.

  “Thanks, Connie,” I whispered.

  “Welcome,” she replied, before reaching out and giving my shoulder a squeeze. She moved to step around me but stopped in her tracks and lifted her eyes to mine. “I know it wasn’t your fault,” she whispered, her eyes glistening back at mine. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like it was.”

  She dropped her hand from my shoulder and I felt a load lifted from me as she walked away. The grief we shared no longer taunting me.

  I turned on my heel and walked down the hill, glancing over to my left, watching as Connie looked back at me and smiled before she climbed into the car and closed the door.

  When one door closes, another opens.

  I wrapped my arms around Reina’s waist and dragged her back against my chest.

  “You ready to get out of here?” I asked huskily against her ear.

  “Yes, but we have to stop off at the store first,” she informed me.

  “Later,” I growled, taking her earlobe between my teeth and giving it a nip.

  “No, fuck that, I’ve waited long enough,” Riggs declared, crossing his arms against his chest. He was hanging out with Bianci too long, even held the same stance as the man. “We had a deal. I help you get the pie goddess back and I get a cherry pie,” he snarled.

  “Pie’s going to have to wait,” Pipe said, walking up to us, bringing down the phone he held to his ear as a smile spread across his face.

  “You better have a good fucking reason,” Riggs muttered.

  Pipe turned his gaze to Riggs.

  “Best fucking reason,” he assured him, before glancing back at me. “Blackie’s awake.”

  Right there, in the middle of Green-Wood Cemetery, my belief in God was restored.

  Thank you, I silently told my real Maker.

  Thank God.


  Dear Jack,

  I’m writing this letter to you alive, well, and completely of sound mind. However, if these words ever find their way to you that means I’ve died. I’m okay with that because it also means I died trying to make things right between us.

  I’ll start by explaining the one thing you never gave me a chance to explain to you. The day I told you I was going into the bureau was the day our brotherhood died. I was young and foolish to believe you stopped being my brother when you found your club.

  I became a federal agent for two reasons. The first was because I loved the aspect of being someone who traveled the world undercover. I probably watched too many cop shows because once I became an agent I realized it wasn’t so glamorous living two lives—one as an agent and one just as a man. In fact, it was pretty lonely because anyone I let into my life never knew the truth of who I was, they only knew one facet of me.

  The second reason was to spite you but you knew that already. It sounds horrible, but it’s the truth. I felt betrayed by you and I felt left out. You were always talking about your brothers and this unbreakable bond you shared—but I was your brother and we were supposed to have an unbreakable bond.

  I chose the law because you were an outlaw. I chose the law because I thought you chose your club. I chose the law because I thought I wasn’t the brother you wanted.

  And even though I may have made the wrong choice, I learned to live with it and found purpose within the bureau. I wasn’t lying to you when I came to Ryker’s to see you, I did change my name to head the RICO unit but also because I didn’t want to be associated with you.

  But not for the reasons you think.

  Not because I was ever ashamed of you.

  But to save you.

  Being an agent had its perks, and I uncovered a lot of things, half of the things I learned I wish I hadn’t but I would never regret finding out the one piece of information that led me to apply for the RICO unit in the first place.