Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (31 page)

Victoria sat in her car, in front of Tracy’s house, too
afraid to ring the doorbell. She’d been there for twenty minutes, praying that
God gave her the words to say to Tracy. Frankie had called with the worst news.
Steve’s body was found behind the warehouse where the auction was held. He had
a single gunshot wound to the back of his head. His binoculars were still in
his hand as if he was in the middle of conducting surveillance. Deon, that
fucking coward, must have snuck up on him and shot him in the back of the head.
He knew better than to go toe to toe with Steve because he would have never
survived that bout. As Victoria thought of Steve, tears began to flow. He was
her partner and her friend. He was like a brother to Victoria.

She took a deep breath and got out of
the car. It was her job to deliver the news to her best friend, no matter how
much she hated to do it. Victoria walked up the walkway and on the porch. She
rang the bell, almost wishing that Tracy wasn’t home. But, her car was in the driveway,
so Victoria knew that she was.

           
When Tracy opened the door, looking like she hadn’t slept or eaten since Steve
went missing, Victoria began to sob, uncontrollably.

Victoria’s tears had told Tracy the
bad news. “No,” Tracy cried.

“I’m so sorry, Tracy.”

“Noooo!” She screamed, dropping to
her knees.

Victoria dropped with Tracy and
pulled her into her arms. She rocked her friend while she wept in her arms.

To the distinctive squeal of Bagpipes, Natasha and Victoria
walked behind Tracy and James, Steve’s dad, through a sea of uniforms. It
looked as if the entire Chicago Police Department, along with The United States
Marine Corps were there to pay their respects. Not to mention, there was a
large group of officers from the Cook County Sheriff’s Department and other
officers from surrounding suburbs. Traffic control was being handled by the
Chicago Fire Department. Almost the entire city was there to honor their fallen
officer.

They were following the pallbearers
as they carried Steve’s casket that was draped by the America flag, from the
hearse to his final resting place. Natasha couldn’t believe how well Tracy was
holding up. She had managed to get through the funeral without completely
losing it. And, for that matter, so had Victoria. For years, she and Steve were
really close. Although Natasha hadn’t known Steve for very long, she loved him
dearly. He was her partner, and he died while looking out for her.

They took their places at the
gravesite, and the police chaplain began to pray. As soon as Natasha closed her
eyes, her face warmed, and tears streamed down her cheeks. After the prayer,
ten Marines stepped forward to conduct the tradition of firing three rifle
volleys. Three shots would be fired to symbolize that their soldier was
properly laid to rest. When the soldiers fired the first shots in unison, Tracy
jumped, grabbing her dad’s arms. Natasha wanted to comfort her, but since she
was having trouble keeping it together, she probably would have made her feel
worse. By the time the third shot rang, she was burying her head in Gianni’s
chest, and Victoria was doing the same with Jack.

A marine folded the flag and placed a
few rifle shells inside. He presented it to Steve’s father, who in turn, handed
it to Tracy. She cried out, loudly, holding the flag close to her heart. Once
Victoria gained her composure, Jack handed her off to Gianni and hugged Tracy
from behind. Victoria smiled at her husband’s sweet gesture.

Natasha tiptoed down the hall in her in–law’s house. Gianni’s
house was across the road, and she was missing him something awful. Of course,
across the road in Palermo was about a half a mile away. She was wearing the
pink satin nightgown and robe that Catarina bought for her and a pair of flip
flops. When she got to the front door, she eased it open and prepared to
escape. But to her surprise, Catarina was standing in front of her in her own
pink satin nightgown, looking at Natasha as if she was just caught red–handed.

Natasha smiled. “Mama, I miss him.”

“I know mia figlia, but you
promised,” Catarina said with the same pout that made Natasha agree to a night
without her husband in the first place.

“Okay,” Natasha submitted, backing
away from the door.

“Grazie. Tradition is important.”

Natasha nodded and headed back down
the hall that led to Gianni’s childhood bedroom. She walked in, closed the door
behind her, and headed straight for the patio. Natasha was wishing that Gianni
would appear in the field of flowers below. When her wish didn’t come true, she
sat on a patio chair and looked up at the night sky. She stared up at the stars
and thought about how different her life was.

           
Catarina was finally getting the wedding that she so badly wanted for her son.
She’d insisted on handling all of the arrangements, and Natasha was
appreciative. She was just happy being Gianni’s wife, and being a part of a
loving family, which turned out to be a really big family. Victoria, Jack and
the rest of the Chicago Storms, flew in two days before. The Savelli family
arrived from all over Europe, in time for the huge dinner that Catarina
prepared. Everyone seemed to have had a wonderful time. And, apparently Amy had
observed just how happy Malik and Parker were with their relationship being out
in the open. She decided to announce, during dinner that she and Mia were a
couple, and they were in love. When the entire room responded with, “Duh,”
Amy’s shocked expression caused everyone to explode into laughter. As a matter
of fact, the entire night was filled with hugs and laughter. To Natasha’s
surprise, even Tracy was laughing. She’d had a terrible time dealing with
Steve’s death, and it was good to see her smile again. And, it didn’t escape
Natasha that Luca’s eyes hadn’t left her all evening, and Tracy kept,
inconspicuously, glancing over at him.

Natasha looked around at her friends
and family and realized just how much she’d missed them all since she and
Gianni moved. She did, however, get to see Jack and Victoria often since Storm
Enterprises had an office in Paris. She had also formed a new bond with her
mother and father in law because they always spent one weekend out of every
month in Palermo. Natasha smiled. Gianni’s impulsiveness had changed Natasha’s
life for the better, and she had never been happier.

It had been a year since she was
kidnapped, beaten, and then shot in the head. And since Deon’s funeral, Natasha
had never stepped foot in the police department again. Not even bothering to
quit, she just never went back. Gianni was right; Natasha was more fortunate
than most. She didn’t have to do a job that she hated. She had even come to
terms with the fact that she was a wealthy woman, and stopped viewing her money
as blood money. As a matter of fact, she’d just made her first pricy purchase;
a red custom made Ferrari, a gift for Gianni. It was just one of the wedding
gifts that she’d planned to surprise him with.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’ve finally found
happiness. I wish you were here to share it with me,” she whispered toward the
sky.

Natasha stood, conceding to the fact
that she wasn’t going to see Gianni, and walked back into the bedroom. She took
off the frilly robe, dropped it on a chair beside the bed, turned off the
light, and went to bed. But, after fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, she
gave into her desire for Gianni. She couldn’t help slipping her hand under the
sheet and into her panties. Natasha closed her eyes and pictured Gianni’s
beautiful eyes that always turned a shade of Jade when he was aroused. She
pictured his full lips, kissing their way down her body. As she massaged her
swollen clit, she pictured him tonguing her pussy they way he would her mouth.
Natasha inserted one, then two fingers into her pussy and started flicking at
her clit with her thumb, imitating the quick flicks of Gianni’s tongue. As
Natasha roughly fucked her fingers, her breath hitched and she stifled a moan.
She could feel the desperate onset of her orgasm, and she was going to topple
any second.

“Bad girl,” she heard Gianni’s voice
say above her. “I told you... Always on my cock.”

Natasha jumped at the sound of his
voice. Gianni must have been watching Natasha for a while since he was standing
over her naked, stroking his huge erection. The sight of his rock hard,
tattooed body in the moonlight heightened her arousal. He snatched the covers
off of Natasha’s body and positioned himself between her legs. He covered
Natasha’s mouth and pushed into her with force.

Natasha screamed into his hand and
found herself shaking as she adjusted to his entry. With his hand still
covering her mouth, he pulled out and pushed into her again. As his hand
successfully muffled her moans, Gianni fucked her as only he could. He fucked
her slow and deep, dipping into her pussy. When he sped his pace, Natasha tried
desperately not to cry out.

“Always on my cock. Do you hear me?”

When Natasha didn’t answer fast
enough, he began to pound into her.

“On my cock!”

Natasha, on the verge of coming,
frantically nodded. Her heavy breathing seized, and when her entire body
contracted, she dug her nails into Gianni’s ass and howled into his hand. With
her pussy throbbing through her orgasm and clinching his dick, Gianni could no
longer hold out. His thrusts frenzied, and his body tensed. He pushed into her
one last time, pouring into her until he was completely drained. He collapsed
on top of her, placing his head on her breast. Natasha rubbed away the stands
of hair that was stuck to his sweaty forehead.

           
“I love you, Natasha,” he whispered, out of breath.

           
“And I love you Gianni.”

He rolled over on his back and pulled
Natasha close.

“I was missing you,” Natasha
whispered, rubbing his chest.

He chuckled, “I could tell.”

“Ha ha,” Natasha responded, yanking
out one of his chest hairs.

“Ow!”

“Oh God, I bet your parents heard
us.”

“It would serve them right for
traumatizing me all these years. They fuck like animals.”

Natasha laughed, trying not to
picture his parents having sex.

“I tried to sneak out, but I got
caught. I’m so happy to see you.”

“Did you think that I would pass up
an opportunity to fuck you in my childhood bed?”

“Gianni, you’ve never had sex in
here?”

He asked while rubbing her arm, “Do
you want the truth or a lie?”

Natasha thought about it for a second,
remembering that Gianni’s honesty came with too much detail.

She responded with a chuckle, “Never
mind.”

           
“But, I never made love in here,” he offered, kissing the top of Natasha’s
head. “Go to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow.”

Natasha raised her head and tapped
his chest. “Gianni! I need a towel. I got cum running down my butt.”

“Bask in the mixture of our love,” he
replied.

Natasha returned her head on his
chest and mumbled, “Lazy ass.”

The Next Day
...

Gianni and Natasha walked hand in hand down the aisle of the
church, laughing at Jasmine as she wobbled in front of them. They had succeeded
in making Catarina happy. Although, Natasha had to admit that she was just as
happy to have had a wedding that she would actually remember. Natasha would
never forget the moment the doors were opened. She could see Gianni standing
tall and gorgeous, waiting for her at the altar. It was a breathtaking scene
that would be etched in her memory until the day she was no more. For that, she
needed to thank Catarina. She thought of how she walked slowly down the aisle,
when in reality, she wanted to run, fast, into Gianni’s arms. And when she
recited her vows in Italian, and then French, she would swear that Gianni was
tearing up.

Once outside of the church, birdseeds
were flying at them from every direction. Natasha laughed and tucked her head
into Gianni’s chest. When they made their way down the church steps, Gianni
froze. Instead of the limo that he expected to be waiting for them, his wedding
gift was parked in its place. He stared at the red Ferrari wrapped in a big red
bow, and then to Natasha. She held up a key and whispered, “It’s a wedding
gift.”

He asked, looking around, “From who?”

Natasha slapped him on the shoulder.
“From me!”

“You?”

“Yes.
Me
.”

“You spent
your
money?” He was
astonished. “On
me
?”

“On
you
,” she smiled.

Gianni lifted her off the ground as
he kissed her. “Thank you my love,” he mumbled against her lips.

He placed her on her feet, grabbed
her hand, and pulled her toward his new toy. He opened the door and helped
Natasha in the car. He stuffed her long train inside and closed her door. He
jogged around the car, and once he was seated in the driver’s seat, they waved
to their friends and family and took off for the reception.

           
“Natasha, my love, I can’t believe you bought me such an extravagant gift.”

           
“Well, I must be in a gift giving mood, because I have another gift for you.”

“Another gift? Wow. What is it this
time?” His smile was wide and eager. He looked like the happiest man on earth
sitting next to his blushing bride.

“We’re having a baby.”

“Really?” He asked, in a nonchalant
tone. “You’re ready to look into adoption?”

Natasha smiled and placed her hand on
his thigh. “No, Gianni.
I’m pregnant
.”

           
She couldn’t believe it herself when the test came back positive the day
before. After Kevin beat her, the doctor said that she couldn’t have children.
Apparently, they were gravely mistaken. She just couldn’t get pregnant until
God was ready for her to.

Gianni slammed on the brake and threw
the car into Neutral. Natasha turned around, and luckily, no cars were behind
them. She turned back to find Gianni sobbing with his head against the steering
wheel.

Natasha began to soothingly rub his
back as she asked, “Gianni, are you okay?”

“Natasha, I am so much better than
okay.”

He raised his head and wiped his
face. He turned to Natasha, looking her directly in her eyes, he said, “You
have made me the happiest man on earth.”

Gianni grabbed Natasha’s face and
kissed her with the passion of a man in love. A kiss so powerful that it
brought tears to Natasha’s eyes. Gianni gently pulled away and wiped away
Natasha tears.

“I swear to you that those tears will
be from happiness from now on. I’m going to keep you happy. Or, I’ll die
trying,” he declared.

“Gianni, you’re so beautiful.”

He shouted with a grin, “Again with
the beautiful?!”

As Natasha giggled, Gianni stepped on
the clutch, shifted to first gear, and took off for their future.