Well, that’s exactly what happened. The Donovans did figure it out, or someone told him. And then Pops and Maggie wanted me killed. I should be dead. If Mom hadn’t pushed me out of the way at the last second, those bullets would have blown me away like they were meant to, instead of her.
One day, maybe, I’ll find out more. I know Mom had a diary somewhere, but it’s not like I can rock up to the family home in Boston and just ask for it. Not without getting myself killed, anyway. For now, I just try to concentrate on the happier stuff.
Like Celia and Frank finally getting the kind of place they deserve. They moved into our townhouse for a few weeks, but they’re moving out again today. Not back to their old place, but to another one of Tino’s properties not far away from ours. Celia has perfected the art of looking respectful while still being incredibly happy on the inside. I’m happy Luca and I can do this for them. Luca even made Frank Capo of his own crew on my urging.
“Frank’s not really the sort of man who…” he hedged at the time. We were in his study, poring over names and options and positions. I never realized just how complicated all this Mob stuff was until my baby became the Boss. There are a lot of positions to fill, a lot of men to test. Luca still suspects some Fuscone loyalists among the ranks, but he’s confident he’ll weed them out.
I’m confident, too, because I know my man. He was born for great things, and great things have now arrived for him.
“Give Frank a goddamn chance. He’s been in your shadow long enough,” I told him, and Luca had shaken his head, but given in.
“Maybe I should make you consigliere,” he said, only half-sarcastically. “You’re so determined to give me advice all the time.”
I just shrugged. “Maybe you should. But even if you don’t, you still have to listen to my advice. Because I’m your husband, and you love me,” I told him, and jumped into his lap.
Together, we are a formidable team.
It won’t be long now before we rule this City.
Finally, we are alone in our home.
Frank and Celia have left after our new tradition: Friday night family dinner. Marco and Angelo, our faithful bodyguards, have been sent home for the night. The house guards are outside, armed to the teeth, but the Fuscones and their allies have retreated for now, licking their own wounds. Neither side came out a clear winner in this battle, and the Feds are still picking through the rubble left behind.
But nothing’s going to stick to my man, because he wasn’t even there.
“Leave that,” I say to Luca now. He’s trying to stack the dishwasher, but he has no idea what he’s doing, God love him. “I keep telling you, we need to hire a maid.”
He gives me a warm smile, the smile he reserves only for me. “I don’t mind doing it. It makes me feel…cozy.”
“Then feel cozy in the morning. Right now I want you to be feeling me. Let’s go to bed.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” He comes around the kitchen island and kisses me, long and deep, and I melt into him. “Fuck the dishes,” he says, coming up for air.
There’s something holy about making love to my husband in the marriage bed tonight, when we are finally alone and our enemies have been driven back for now. Luca tries to turn me over, wants to eat me out, but I don’t let him.
“Not tonight. I love that—”
“I know you do,” he purrs.
“But tonight I want you up close and personal.” I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him tight to me, so I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against me, teasing my ring. I reach down and soak his dick with lube, playing with the veins and ridges all along his cock, stroke and tease until his arms are trembling as he keeps himself poised over me.
“Ready?” I ask, smiling into his face.
“For five years,” he whispers.
I rub his dick across my pucker again, spreading my thighs wide so my hole relaxes, opens up for him, and he slides in slow and deep, letting out a long sigh as he does. We’re face to face, lips to lips, breathing in each other’s soul as we move together as one in the bed, building the fire between us. I will never tire of my husband’s cock, and I tell him that as he pushes in even deeper.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’ll never get tired of every single little part of you.” He rolls us over and makes me mount him, his dick still buried to the hilt in me as we move, and I ride him like that, letting him watch me, rolling my hips, fucking into his tight grip as he works me over.
We actually come together, and I can feel his hot flood inside me as I paint him, mark his chest, my cum adorning him in pearls like a king’s raiment.
“I still don’t like your sister running around Boston free and clear.” We’ve showered, cleaned each other very thoroughly, and thrown ourselves back in bed, but we still haven’t had our fill of each other. So I’m lying on top of Luca, our half-hard cocks pressed together, and we’re taking our time, no need to rush for completion.
We have all night if we want it.
“Oh,” I say, running my fingers through his chest hair. “Maggie will get hers.”
He shifts, taking his mouth off my neck, although his fingers, happily, still tug at my nipples. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?”
His hands leave my nipples and slide up my arms, hugging me tight. “Angel, life would’ve been a lot simpler if you’d just let me pop her in that warehouse. Why’d you make me let her go?”
I push myself out of his arms and prop up on an elbow so I can look him in the face. “Because I wanted to live, and Maggie is no pro. She had no idea what she was doing with that gun. I didn’t want to chance that fool shooting me or you or Frank by mistake. And she…she reminded me of Mom that day. I just couldn’t have stood by and watched my mother die all over again, not that day. You understand?”
He nods, fingers trailing over my cheek.
“But knowing what I know now, about Tino, about Mom…we will take care of Maggie,” I assure him. “And Howard Donovan, too. I will have vengeance for my mother first, and then for my father. We’ll take out the Fuscones, then the Clemenzas—”
“Why not just all the New York Families while we’re at it?” Luca suggests with a grin.
I nod. “Now you’re thinking big, baby. Why not just take them all out and rule the City?”
His grin disappears as he takes that in, thinks it over. His eyes search mine. “Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it. I’ll give you this City, if you want it.”
I smile. “Right now, all I want is an answer to one simple question,” I say, because the time for business is not now. Right now, all I want is to enjoy my husband. “Where the ever-loving fuck did ‘Georgie’ come from?”
Luca makes a noise I’ve never heard him make before: a giggle. And then he tells me about kissing boys and making them cry.
“A nursery rhyme,” I say for the sixth time afterwards. “I should’ve guessed. It’s about Brother Frank’s level.”
Luca is still half-smiling, still half-embarrassed. “Don’t tell anyone,” he yawns. “I’d never live it down. Besides—” he pulls me close. “I don’t plan to make my boy ever cry again.”
“Hm,” I say, dubious. “You’re kind of an unthinking asshole from time to time, baby. What if you make me cry without meaning to?”
I’m just kidding, but Luca gets all serious. “I would hate that,” he says, cupping my face. “I’ve spent the last few months making you miserable, me miserable—and for what? I won’t ever do that again. I’ll shout it from the fucking rooftops how much I love you. I’m going to make this City kneel for you, baby bird, and pay their respects like they should. And if I ever do anything that makes you sad again…”
“Yes?”
“Then I’ll apologize like a man and I’ll make it up to you. And then I’ll eat your ass for a whole week, or whatever perverted sex thing you can think of.”
“Oh, baby, I have so many wicked ideas,” I laugh. “
I have plans for you.”
He pushes me down in the bed and gets on top so he can suck on my nipples. “Mm, do you?” he murmurs.
“Oh, I do. I do.” So many plans.
For Luca D’Amato.
For New York City.
For the whole goddamn world…
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About the Author
Leighton Greene has been writing stories since she was old enough to hold a pencil. Her first book was a choose-your-own-adventure style book about deciding what to eat for breakfast. It didn't shake the New York Times bestseller list, but she still has a copy of it.
After spending some time writing in academia, fanfiction and corporate reporting, Leighton decided she should probably do what she actually wanted to do, which was to write commercial fiction. So she did. She writes gay romance and, when the mood strikes, erotica as LJ Greene.
Leighton lives with her partner and her cockatiel on the east coast of Australia.
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