Desired Too (43 page)

“Leo, baby, they’re going to hear us.”

“You started it,” he told me, and it was true. I couldn’t help it really.

Tonight was just like every Sunday night at the Leonetti home. The house was packed with family, gathered around a huge dinner table filled with food.

Angel had made sure he kept the tradition by opening up his home to family.

Angel and I moved into his family’s home with his mother and grandmother only after he made a few adjustments to the layout. He gave us a huge master suite on the first floor overlooking the vast courtyard out back. It was slightly separated from the main house by just a small hallway. The room was vast with a sitting area close and a set of French doors that led out to the patio and back yard. The bathroom was large and our walk in closet was even larger.

We had about three dressers in the closet with a whole shelving apparatus in the closet for additional space. We needed it to house Angel’s extensive suit collection, with his diva ass self.

Of course, to top off this rather large room was the huge sixty-inch television mounted on the wall, Bose surround sound throughout the room and bathroom, and a ginormous California King Size bed in the center of the room.

Being in that room was like being in heaven.

That room was made for us. It was home and, for the first time, I felt like I belonged.

Anyway, back to Angel. He and I hadn’t seen each other since Friday when I left to spend some time with my brother and father. We rode up to the Poconos for the weekend just to get away from the city and our lives.

The relationship between my father, brother and I was getting better. They hadn’t completely accepted Angel, but they understood he wasn’t going anywhere.

When I came home Sunday morning, Angel had already left for the morning. He left me three dozens of fresh roses and a love note in our château, which is what I called our suite.

I missed him terribly and couldn’t wait to see him. Unfortunately, his ass made me wait forever. It wasn’t until about seven that evening that he showed his face, which was about an hour ago.

I was angry for most of the day, and I had every intention on cussing his ass out for making me wait, until the moment I saw him… Damn, I was weak in the knees. He looked so good! He’d cut his hair low on the sides with the top cut lower than usual. His beard was lined to perfection and that damn suit was tailored to fit his perfect body.

Fuck me; my man was smoking hot!

That’s why the moment I had the opportunity, I accosted my smoking hot man in the powder bathroom off the front door of the house.

Angel kissed my neck as he moved my panties to the side and slid inside of me.

We both moaned, and I swear to you, everything just melted away; my anger, me missing him, and feeling incomplete without him was gone. I was home.

Angel positioned me close to the edge of the bathroom sink before he started moving his hips.

“Fuck, baby. I missed you,” he whispered in my ear. “
Ti Amo, Cara Mia. Ho un debole per te. Senza di te nonposso più vivere.”

I wrapped my legs and my arms tighter around him, anticipating showing him my skills. “
Ti Amo, Amore Mio. Sono tuo, Angelo, sonotuooooh
. Oh, yes, Leo just like that, baby.
Più duro Leo,  piùveloce
baby… yes… yes…”

“Shit, baby, you sound sexy as shit speaking Italian,” he said and I gushed, literally.

I closed my eyes as he did exactly what I asked, he moved harder and faster.

My second orgasm was coming. It was almost there...

Just then both of us froze when we heard, “What is wrong with you, Lincoln? I think I’m capable of going to the bathroom by myself.”

Angel and I had looked at each other with some caught in the act type of  smiles, trying our best to stifle our laughs, before he started moving his hips again. I bit my lip in order to stop myself from screaming out. Goodness, he felt so good, so…

“Baby, I know you have to pee. I’m just saying that the bathroom upstairs would probably be better,” Lincoln pleaded. Did he know we were in there? He couldn’t have noticed me signalling for Angel to follow me out of the dining room into the front of the house, could he?

Angel grazed my spot, and I cried out. I couldn’t help it…

“Shh, baby,” he admonished in my ear, placing his hand over my mouth.

My eyes narrowed and I was about to cuss him out when panic started.

“Drake, did you hear that?” we heard Georgia ask.

“Hear what, baby?”

“That noise,” Georgia’s voice seemed to becoming closer and closer to the bathroom door; a door that didn’t have a lock on it. Don’t ask why, I couldn’t tell you.

“Baby, I don’t hear any noise.”

Angel started moving in me faster and harder, and I bit into his shoulder.

He panted. “I can’t hold it, baby. I have to…”

The slapping noises started, and I just closed my eyes.
This
by far was probably going to be most embarrassing moment of my life.

“Drake! Someone is…” Georgia started, then got quiet for second.

Then she mumbled, “Are you sure? I didn’t see them…”

I heard Lincoln say, “Yes, baby. I saw them both leave. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, but, they couldn’t wait until they found a bed?”

“Do I always wait?”

Thank goodness Angel picked that moment to bring us both to our climax. I didn’t want to hear Lincoln and Georgia talk about their sex lives with us actually in the act. We tried not to breathe loud, but I was sure that they’d heard us.

I heard Georgia giggle, then say, “Yeah, well, you should take lessons from your cousin. I wouldn’t mind getting hemmed up against the wall and have my brains fucked to oblivion.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” we heard Lincoln boom, then Georgia squealed.

Then we heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs above us.

Angel pulled out and helped me down.

“I can’t believe that happened,” I said.

Angel smirked. “Don’t worry about it,
Mi amore
. It’ll be fine.”

He pulled up his pants, tucked his shirt and buckled his belt. When he reached for my hand and started to leave the bathroom with me in tow, and I stopped him.

“Uh-huh, I can’t go out there until I clean up. Ewe!”

He laughed and kissed my cheek. “I’m sure no one would mind smelling me all over you.”

I pushed him out of the bathroom. “Nasty ass,” I mumbled as he laughed again and left me in the restroom.

I took my time to get myself together. I had worn a dress in the efforts to seduce Angel. However, I didn’t think it would happen like this.  I thought maybe we would be able to sneak upstairs really quick.  But no, Angel dragged my ass to the closest place, which happened to be the bathroom,
claiming
he couldn’t wait.

I pulled down the hand towel that was hanging in the bathroom, and attempted to wash up as best as I could. I fixed my hair back, and tried not to look like I just had sex in a bathroom before leaving out.

When I made it back to the family room, I felt every eye on me. It was like they knew.

Shit, I’m so embarrassed
.

“Well, you look better now that you got yourself some.”

I blanched and glanced behind me to Maxine.

“Shh, girl! People are going to hear you,” I whispered as she came up behind me.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, girl. Everyone knew what you two snuck off to do.”

My eyes were wide as saucers. “Really!”

“It’s about damn time Leonetti set you right. You were starting to get on my damn nerves with your attitude,” Mace had said to me before he headed to the patio where Angel had disappeared off too. Before he closed the patio door behind him, he said loudly, “Looks like you need more pointers on how to give it to your woman. You ended mighty fast.”

Now I was mortified. Now
this
by far was the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Mason closed the patio door just before I heard, “Fuck you, you second rate fighter.”

“Yeah, I got your second rate right here.”

“Those two are great!” Max shook her head, then looked at me when she didn’t get a reply.

I was in freak out mode.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said to her as I looked out onto the family room at Angel’s mom and grandmother, and a slew of aunts, uncles, and cousins of all ages.

Max wrapped her arm around me. “Girl, please, you two are newlyweds. It’s to be expected. Hell, Mason and I were constantly going at it. It’s just the way it is.”

Lincoln suddenly moved past us, but not before smirking at me.

I shut my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, where’s Georgia?” Max asked him.

“She’s upstairs. She’ll be down in a minute.”

Lincoln opened the patio door and we all heard Mason say, “Damn, I have to teach you both how to please your women? Two-minute knockouts are only acceptable in the ring, gentlemen.”

Max shook her head, but I actually laughed.

“Yeah, I got your two-minute knockout,” Drake replied, grabbing his crotch before he disappeared on the patio.

Georgia arrived minutes later, happy as a clam. Apparently, she’d gotten her up-against-the-wall tryst, pregnant belly and all.

I slowly pulled from the cigar in my hand, closed my eyes and let the flow of the smoke through my nose soothe me.

Drake and Mason sat next to me. Both were quiet and in their own worlds. It had been a long and stressful few months. Most nights, I could feel myself growing cold and dark. Losing Pops was the worst shit I had ever had to deal with and, even though I’d gotten my revenge, it still didn’t bring him back.

That shit felt good, though. Whoever said getting revenge wasn’t worth it, must have never gotten the taste of it themselves. I’d done what I set out to do. I made everyone pay for the shit they did. Basile had kept his word, and gave me the men that shot at Raquel back when she was in San Francisco. I kept my end and increased his slice of the distribution pie in the West.  Ducci’s family was no more, well except Lucy. She knew however that she was on a tight leash. She wasn’t allowed to step foot in the United States, for me it meant she was too close. I told her, though, if I got wind that she disobeyed me, I would kill her. She’s since kept her distance.

Who I hadn’t caught up with was Casper.

I turned and looked in Mason’s direction. “Hey, did you find Casper yet?”

Mason took a sip of his scotch.

As I mentioned before, Drake had been there for me in my darkest hour. He knew me, and knew what darkness lurked around the corner, ready to swallow me up the second I gave it a chance. Lincoln didn’t allow me to give it a chance and neither did Mason.

Mason, however, had surprisingly provided an outlet to feed those demons that sometimes screamed for release. He was always setting me up with fighters to pound on when I needed and times when I didn’t. He had told me some of the shit he’d done in the name of revenge, and I had to admit, I appreciated and feared him all at the same time. I never wanted to be as far into my demons as he had gone, and he made sure I never did.

“I didn’t tell you what happened?” Mason finally said to me.

“Oh shit,” Lincoln muttered immediately before he pulled from his own cigar.

Curious, I shook my head. “Uh no.”

Mason then looked at Lincoln. “I thought you said you were going to tell him?”

“I didn’t say that shit. You’re the idiot that let it happen. You tell him.”

I closed my eyes. Sometimes dealing with these two sorority girls was so fucking exhausting. I swear I wanted to shoot them both sometimes.

“Will someone just tell me what the fuck you two pussies are talking about?”

Mason sat up and looked at me. “Okay, look, I told you that I would be able to find this Ghost, and that the moment I do, you need to be ready to move, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I remember. So what?”

Mason nodded sympathetically. “Okay, well, I found him. However, things got a little hairy.”

I frowned, confused as shit. “What do you mean things got hairy?”

Lincoln, at this point, started laughing. “Yeah, tell him how things got hairy. Tell him how you were baited.”

Now, I was really confused. “What?”

Mason, who stuck his finger up at Lincoln, looked at me. “All right, it happened like this: We found the guy. Again, I told you that he was a slippery son of a bitch, so I figured if I grabbed him, it would be much easier. instead of following him around and waiting for you. Well, when I got him, which by the way, was easy enough, he wouldn’t shut up. He started talking about how I was your bitch, I was a pussy, how he allowed me to catch him, and how I wouldn’t be able to do it again.”

I looked over at Lincoln, then at Mason. “Okay, so what?”

Lincoln started laughing again. “Go on, Seal. Tell him what happened next. Tell him how you let him go.”

“What!?” I sat up and looked at him. “You fucking let him go?”

Mason, who was getting pissed off himself, said to me, “Yes, that’s right, I let him go. I’m not a fucking pussy. I am no one’s bitch.”

I rolled my eyes. “I really am surrounded by idiots.”

“Oh, no, it gets better,” Lincoln added.

“How?” I replied. “Did he catch him again?”

Mason was up and heading closer to us. “Of course, I did. Who the fuck do you think I am? He baited me, and I caught the fucker again.”

“Okay. So where is he?” I asked.

“I threw his ass out of the fucking plane.”

I just stared at him, not saying a word, fucking thrown by what he was telling me. Mason finally explained, “He started talking about what he would do to my wife when he escaped and got to her. He pissed me off, so I dropped him from fifteen thousand feet.  He was asking for it, so I gave it to him, and I don’t need your judging eyes either. You don’t like how I do things, you can kiss my ass.”

Lincoln, still laughing took another pull of his cigar.

I was stunned. I really didn’t see that coming. I knew what kind of man was standing before me, but it still shocked me. This man looked like a banker from Wall Street. He didn’t look like a Seal or a MMA fighter. He should be trading fucking stocks for me, instead of killing assassins.

I leaned back into my seat, putting my cigar back in my mouth. “Okay then. Thanks.”

“Yeah, you’re fucking welcome.”

Mason stood there for a few minutes before he nodded and went back to his seat. Before he got to his seat, though, I said, “You know I’m not paying you extra for that shit.”

Mason grunted. “That shit was for free. That fucker deserved it!”