Last Round (Double Play Series Book 6)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “Whoops, sorry,” she teases.

  She maneuvers herself into the ring and I turn around, watching her bend forward, ass up as she cleans the mat and all thoughts of the envelope are out of my brain.

  She glances over her shoulder with a laugh and I growl, getting to my feet.

  “We got it from here ladies,” I announce to Savannah, Lacey and Charlotte. “Your job here is done.”

  Chapter 19

  Alessandra

  I glance down at my cell phone ringing on my desk and furrow my brows.

  305 area code.

  I swallow down the bile and reluctantly answer.

  “Hello?”

  “Oh, how I've missed that beautiful voice. How is my grandson, Alessandra?” says Marco on the other line.

  My body shakes at the sound of his voice and I grit my teeth.

  “What do you want, Marco?”

  “Frankie has cleaned himself up. He wants to go to court to share custody of Peter. I think it's a wonderful idea and we were going to come on over to that dumpy ass town to meet with you and your lawyer, figure it all out.”

  “He what? He can't do that Marco. He signed over all of his rights, he can't just take it back!”

  “Alessandra, you're a smart woman. You know not to underestimate the power I have.”

  I hear the venom in his voice, and I want to kill him. I have never hated a man so much in my entire life.

  “Marco, he's everything to me. We've made a life here, we're happy. You wanted me to disappear quietly and I have. Please just leave us alone.”

  My voice is drained of all emotion. I can never escape him, and it frustrates me to no end that it will always be like this. Maybe he'll relent now, but eventually, this cat and mouse game will start again.

  “I've noticed. You clean up nice, got yourself a respectable job, picked yourself off your knees. Although I've seen who you're draped all over these days, maybe you haven't.”

  “You can go to hell. I'll have a lawyer ready and waiting for you Marco. You're not taking my son,” I snap through gritted teeth.

  “The fairytale won't last forever, Alessandra. When that man wakes up, you'll be crawling back to me in Miami. Nobody wants to be with somebody who's been with everybody.”

  I push down my anger because that's what he wants. I won't give him the satisfaction.

  “Goodbye Marco.”

  I hang up the phone and slam it down on my desk, running my fingers through my hair. I take deeps breaths, in and out and remember how far I've come. I have a team behind me now, people that care and will help me fight to keep Peter.

  My phone buzzes again and I jump glancing down at the screen. Miguel's name pops up and I smile, my tension and frustrations floating away.

  “How are my favorite boys doing?” I answer.

  “Waitin’ on mama. Ready for us to come get you? Peter has been jumpin’ around like a maniac itchin’ for the party.”

  “I'll be done by the time you get here! See you soon.”

  I came into the office today to finish up some paperwork for an event next week, truthfully putting in extra hours to finish my payments for Second Chances. I still feel that burden, but once I pay back all the money, I can finally feel like that life is behind me but now Marco's words throw me back to my nightmare.

  There is no way a judge would grant Frankie shared custody. Yes, we were both former drug addicts, but he signed over his rights. God knows what he's been doing the past few years, his father gave up on him. As much as my employment in the club isn't a cookie cutter mom job, here, I have a respectable job now. We have a great life that a judge would be crazy not so see.

  Were his words about Miguel true though? Could he eventually want someone that didn't have a past like I did? Will it eventually bother him?

  I hear a knock on my door and glance up at Miguel and Peter.

  “Ready to go?”

  “Yep,” I say with a forced smile.

  I grab my bag and walk towards the door as we make our way out and I lock up the building.

  “Oh shoot! Did you grab the twin’s gifts by the front door?”

  “Got em. In the backseat,” Miguel says as he straps Peter into his car seat.

  “Ah Mr. Mama you are a lifesaver,” I say giggling.

  His smile drops and he furrows his brows.

  “Not my new nickname and don't you dare say that in front of the guys,” Miguel says pointing his finger at me.

  “It's sexy when you go all dad mode.”

  His lips lift in a smirk and he kisses me quick before opening my door for me.

  We drive to Bella and Damon's house for the twin’s birthday and my jaw drops when Miguel comes to open my door.

  “You're… you have the diaper bag backpack… you… you look so hot.”

  “Oh yeah?” Miguel says wiggling his eyebrows.

  “Swing!” Peter yells interrupting us.

  Peter moves in between us, grabbing our hands as he jumps up and down.

  Miguel and I both grip his hand hard as we swing him, and he giggles. We do it a few more times until we get to the front door and Peter runs to ring the doorbell. Bella answers with a big smile.

  “Hey y'all. Kids are up in the playroom, adults are at the basement bar,” she laughs.

  We walk through the foyer and Peter runs down the hall and up to the playroom as the door opens to laughter and screaming. He shuts it and it's silent again.

  “Y'all have soundproof doors?” Miguel asks.

  “Yep. It… comes in handy,” Bella says winking. “I'm just finishin’ up in the kitchen, y'all go downstairs and grab a drink.”

  “You need any help?” I ask.

  “Nope. Go enjoy yourself!”

  Miguel and I walk down the hall and when we get to the bathroom door, I pull him inside with me, shutting it closed behind us and locking the door.

  I whip around, dropping my purse to the floor and ascend on Miguel, reaching for his jeans.

  “Alessandra…” he groans.

  “I want you right now, Miguel.”

  I don't give him time to think as I drop to my knees, freeing his cock from his boxers and devouring it, pulling it to the back of my throat. My hand circles the base of him and the other squeezes his balls.

  “Shit! Fuck,” Miguel says through clenched teeth.

  I reach down and lift my dress, my fingers connecting with my thong as I move it to the side and find my dripping center.

  “Mmmm,” I moan around his shaft.

  “Fuck, Aless. Like that. So close, keep goin’.”

  I suck him harder, moving my mouth and hand at a faster pace as his fist slams down on the counter sink behind my head. He slowly moves his hips, pushing his length further into my mouth as I reach around and grab his ass, squeezing it.

  “So… so… close…” he groans.

  He moves my hair away from my face and tilts my chin up to look at him, guiding his cock back into my mouth excruciatingly slow.

  I see his nostrils flare as he watches me take all of him down, our eyes locked.

  “So fuckin’ sexy, god dammit,” he groans.

  He hits the back of my throat and I swallow, relaxing and taking a breath before taking him down further. He keeps pushing and my hands go to his thighs, pulling him as far as I can take him then popping off.

  “Oh hell,” Moguel groans as he pushes back inside my mouth and shoots his release down my throat, his hips rocking, emptying everything he has.

  “Get that fuckin’ ass up here,” Miguel commands patting the counter. “You didn't even let me take this damn bag off my shoulder. I fuckin’ love you hungry, my girl.”

  I get to my feet, shaking on my legs at his words. My girl. Miguel breaks my swoon and lifts me up, plopping me down on the sink. He spreads my legs and gets to his knees within seconds.

  “Mmmm, drippin’ all down your leg for me.”

  I groan and then his mouth is there, sucking my clit between his teeth.


  “Holy… Jesus Christ!” I gasp.

  Miguel thrusts his fingers in and out of me, crooking them along my g-spot and I already feel myself letting go.

  “So close,” I whimper. “So, so close.”

  He pulls me closer to the edge by my ass and I lean forward, my pussy suffocating him as he unleashes on me, thrashing, nibbling, sucking at me like a goddamn leech.

  “Miguel!” I gasp.

  His smile against my pussy was it. I fall over the edge, gripping the counter to keep me from floating away from pure ecstasy. He continues to lick me as I come down from my orgasm and then slowly gets to his feet with a smile.

  I right my thong and dress and turn around to look in the mirror.

  “Oh God, my face,” I grumble.

  “Beautiful. There is nothin’ sexier than that glow.”

  “Everyone is gonna know what we did, it's written all over my face! God, why did you have to wear that damn diaper bag backpack!” I groan smacking his chest.

  He laughs and kisses the top of my hand.

  “It's nothin’ any of them haven't done before, believe me. The stories I can tell you about Lacey and Nico,” Miguel says shaking his head.

  I sigh and we link hands, walking down to the basement and everyone stops talking to look at us.

  “Where did y'all escape to?” Bella asks smirking.

  “I uh… took Alessandra on a tour,” Miguel says walking over to the group.

  “That right?” Damon says with a smile crossing his arms. “Which room was your favorite? I like the main floor bathroom the best. The counter is at just the right height to-”

  “Stop it, Damon,” Bella says smacking his chest. “We’re teasin’, come on and relax, we got cupcakes!”

  Miguel

  “Hey, mind if I ask you somethin’, Lace?” I say walking over to Lacey pushing Grace in a baby swing.

  Alessandra is in the house helping with the dessert and bringing Peter to the bathroom but the money in the envelope is bugging me and I don't know who else to ask.

  “Whats up?” Lacey asks.

  “Is… Alessandra pulling extra hours? I… kinda stumbled across some cash in her bag and I… I don't know. I trust her, I do but… I don't know what to think about it.”

  Lacey raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms over her chest.

  “Miguel, I love ya, but this is somethin’ you should be talkin’ to Ali about and you shouldn't be snoopin’.”

  “I wasn't, her bag fell. I know I should, but I don't want it to come off like I'm accusin’ her of anything.”

  “Then be honest, Miguel.”

  “Does she take long lunches? Come in late? Leave early? I know she goes to the church a lot but is that all she does?”

  “Miguel! I'm not answerin’ that.”

  She breaks her gaze as she goes back to pushing Grace and I shake my head.

  “She does. I'm a cop, Lacey. I know when someone is lyin’ to me.”

  “I didn't say anything, Miguel.” Lacey shakes her head and then looks over her shoulder at me. “Talk to her.”

  I nod and walk back towards the patio and I see Alessandra on the phone on the side of the house. She's waving her hands around and then goes through the gate, walking towards the front of the house.

  I know I shouldn't, but I follow her, leaning against the gate to listen.

  “I said not today, and I'll be in the office tomorrow. Don't call me again today, I'm busy and I won't answer. I'll find a way for us to meet and see you tomorrow.”

  Why would she be going into the office on a Sunday? I walk quickly back to the patio with everyone and grab another beer, her words and Lacey's, ringing through my head. What the hell is going on?

  “Hey! You okay?” Alessandra's soft voice says from behind me.

  She puts her hand on my back and I try not to stiffen at her touch. What is she hiding from me?

  “Fine. How was the potty?”

  “He went actually! He's getting better! I have you to thank for that though. Maybe I can show you how grateful I am later,” she whispers in my ear.

  I try and give her the most genuine smile I can muster up and nod, kissing her forehead.

  “You would tell me if somethin’ was wrong, right?”

  She looks at me and furrows her eyebrows, nodding her head.

  “Of course. I’m not a damsel in distress, Miguel. I can handle certain problems on my own but yes, if there was something going on, I would tell you. Why are you asking me this?”

  “No reason,” I say smiling. “Just want to make sure you know that.”

  She gives me a quick look and then smiles, resting her head on my shoulder. She’s right, maybe it's something she can handle. She’s become such a strong, relentless woman, she just may not need my help. The love in her eyes is unmistakable, it’s real. I relax now, knowing that she’s right and I trust her.

  -----

  I lay in bed with Alessandra on my chest, running my fingers through her hair as she places a soft kiss on my chest.

  “If you could go on vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be?” she whispers.

  “Easy. Alaska. I would die to see the Northern Lights.”

  “Oh my God, that would be so beautiful. I wouldn’t mind a trip to Alaska. I want to go to Ireland. I’ve heard the scenery is unlike anything in the world.”

  “You're unlike anything in this world, Alessandra,” I say lacing our hands together on my chest. “I want you to know that I love you. I'm in love with you.”

  She braces herself on her elbows and rests her chin on my chest as she smiles.

  “Well it's about time. I love you too Miguel. So, so much.”

  She cups my cheek and leans forward to place a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Do you know how addicted to you I am? Your touch, your smile, your laugh? I never thought I could feel like this again, this… alive, this happy,” she admits.

  “I feel the same. A huge weight has been listed from me. You've given me back hope.”

  “Exactly,” she whispers. “Hope. I don't… I don't know if it's a bad thing or good, how strongly I feel about you, how much I need you, but I know I can't live without you. That scares me a little, I'll admit.”

  “I won't hurt you, Alessandra. I don't know much about addiction and what's good or bad for sobriety and I won't pretend I do, but I'll be here for you, every step of the way and make sure you know you're never alone, ever again.”

  She kisses me again then lays down on my chest and I smile, my body warming at her touch.

  I'm doing it Rico, I'm living again.

  Chapter 20

  Miguel

  “Sorry, we're closin’, man. We open up again at noon,” I say to the older man walking through the studio doors.

  Truthfully, I would probably stay and see what this guy wants, make some small talk, but I want to get upstairs to Alessandra. She texted me a picture of her bare legs in my bed a couple of minutes ago and I've been frantically closing shop to get to her.

  “I'm not here for boxing, I'm here to warn you about your new girlfriend.”

  I freeze, eyeing the man and cross my arms over my chest. This can't be Peter's father; he looks way too old but who else would come in here warning me away from her? My mind drifts to his father, Marco, and my blood starts to boil. This guy has some balls.

  “Oh yeah? Who are you?”

  “Marco Falcone. Peter's father.”

  My fists clench at my side at his words, jealousy creeping up my throat, choking me. No way, no fucking way in hell.

  “Your son is his father…”

  “Paternity tests don't lie,” Marco says with a confident smile.

  “You're lyin’,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “No, my friend, Alessandra is. She's a con artist, don't let her fool you.”

  “Is she now? I doubt that,” I retort.

  “She tell you how she met my son?”

  “Why are we havin’ this conversation?
” I ask annoyed.