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  “You missed my cock, didn't you, bella?” he asked with an erotic gruffness.

  Tracy’s nod prompted a smirk that was a bit arrogant.

  “Tell me,” Francis ordered.

  “I missed your cock, Francis. I missed you. I want you to make love to me.”

  Francis eased himself into her opening. When he didn't fully penetrate, Tracy raised her hip, hoping to suck him in the rest of the way. But Francis wasn’t in the state of compliance.

  “I missed you too, bella,” he groaned. “But I have no intention of making love to you. I’m going to fuck you blind.”

  To prove his bold declaration, he slammed into Tracy, pushing deep enough for her to feel his balls pressed against her skin. After giving her just a few seconds to adjust to the invasion, Francis placed her legs over his shoulder, spreading her wide.

  As promised, he did not make love to her. He fucked her as would a beast in heat, until she saw spots.

  CHAPTER 24

  TAMMY

  Walking into Caviar’s was weird. Tammy hadn't been back to her old job since Luca stormed in and dragged her off the stage while she was performing for a crowd of men. He had forbidden her to return. To ensure that she wouldn't, he’d provided the financial backing for her to create her own fashion house. It was a tradeoff that hadn’t required any contemplation. Tammy walked away from the strip club and never looked back. However, she did miss the people she worked with. So when Bambi, her former boss and the owner of Caviar’s offered to throw Tammy a bachelorette party, she happily accepted.

  Tammy, along with Natasha and Tracy, walked across the club. Other than the few people that were setting out food, the place was empty. Bambi had decorated the entire club in a bachelorette motif. Tammy chuckled as she looked around. There were veils and dildos everywhere.

  “Tammy!” Bambi screeched as she emerged from her office with open arms.

  She hurried over to Tammy, and the two embraced. It was good to see Bambi again. She was one tough lady, but she had always been sweet to Tammy.

  “Heyyy, Bam! I’ve missed you.”

  “Girl, stop lying! You ain't laying next to that walking tree of testosterone every night missing me,” Bambi blurted through laughter.

  “Well, maybe not while I’m lying next to him,” Tammy chuckled.

  “Maaaaan, you look good girl. I see you keeping it together.”

  “Thanks, but you're the one. You look amazing,” Tammy told her.

  And she meant it. Bambi looked awesome. It seemed as if she was aging backward. Her caramel skin was smooth, her dark hair was thick and silky, and her tall, lean body was on point.

  “You think?” Bambi asked, doing a spin. “I just got lipo.”

  Tammy laughed at Bambi’s candor. She wasn't the type to put on airs.

  “Bambi, these are my friends, Tracy and Natasha. They wanted to come early so that they can help you set up.”

  Bambi extended her hand and shook with them both. “Nice to meet you, ladies. But, as you can see, I got it covered.”

  “I can see that,” Natasha responded with a smile. “This is so nice of you, Bambi.”

  “Aw, shit. This is the least that I could do. Do you have any idea how much money I made off of Tammy’s ass?” Bambi jested with a wink, prompting laughter.

  “I can imagine,” Tracy muttered. “It is a nice ass.”

  Bambi looked Tracy up and down before asking, “You need a job.”

  Tammy laughed, unable to hide her amusement. “Not right now,” Tracy responded with a smile.

  “Well, let me know if your situation changes.”

  Maybe Tracy thought that Bambi was joking, but Tammy knew better. Bambi was as serious as a heart attack. A body like Tracy’s was rare. She had big, natural boobs, a tiny waist, and a killer ass, even with the slight baby bump. For any strip club owner, Tracy would be a gold mine.

  Bambi turned to Natasha and smiled. “I’ve seen you on the news. I know you don't need a job, Mrs. Storm. Shit, can you give me a job?”

  The ladies laughed. They were starting to see what Tammy saw in Bambi. Whenever Tammy would show up for work in a shitty mood, Bambi would always say or do something to make her laugh. The ability to make others smile was Bambi’s own little gift to the people in her world.

  “Come on over to the bar. I’ll fix ya’ll a drink.”

  They walked over to the bar and sat. Bambi went behind the bar and asked, “What’s your poison?”

  “Tequila on the rocks,” Natasha told her. “You got 1800?”

  Bambi nodded and looked over at Tammy. “Grey Goose and cran, right?”

  “Yep.”

  “And for you?” she asked Tracy.

  “I’m not drinking.”

  “How about I make you an Eazy Living?”

  “What’s that?” Tracy asked.

  “It’s a blend of fruit juices, no alcohol.”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  When Bambi got busy making their cocktails, Tammy’s mind wandered to the night that Luca had dragged her into the locker room and fucked her senseless against a cold locker. It was not sweet. It was not tender. It was love at first fuck. Her core tightened just thinking about the way he took her.

  Bambi sat cocktails in front of each of them. Coincidentally, as Tammy was thinking about Luca’s big dick, Bambi was sitting a big dick in front of her. She had poured their drinks into plastic containers shaped like a dick with a hole in the top for drinking.

  “What the fuck?” Tracy coughed through a laugh.

  “I know. Tacky, huh?” Bambi giggled.

  “Ummm, yeah, this shit is tacky!” Tammy screeched. “I love it!”

  “I knew you would,” Bambi said to Tammy.

  Bambi looked over at Natasha and Tracy and shrugged.

  “Y’all gotta bear with me. We’ve never had a bachelorette party here. I’m out of my element.”

  “You're awesome,” Tracy assured.

  “Yep,” Natasha agreed.

  ****

  Thirty minutes later, after sucking the big cocks clean, they were headed to Tracy’s. The plan was for the ladies to meet there and have a pre-bachelorette drink and dress. They chose Tracy’s house because all the guys were over at Victoria’s, and they had been banned for lady’s night. Victoria, Emily, Jack’s sister, Amy, and Mia, Amy’s girlfriend, were on their way.

  When they turned into Tracy’s driveway, Tammy noticed Emily’s Mercedes parked in front of the house. There was a black, stretch limo parked behind Emily. Tammy looked to Natasha and asked, “Who ordered a limo?”

  “Don't know. It wasn't me.”

  She turned toward the back seat and looked at Tracy, who simply shrugged.

  When the ladies filed out of Natasha’s car and walked up the driveway, Emily got out and grabbed a garment bag out of the back seat. As she walked toward the house, Tammy marveled at how much she looked like Jack. She was tall and slender with subtle curves. Her hair was long, and it flowed like black silk, and she had the same striking blue eyes as Jack. Emily was stunning. Tammy wondered how it was possible that she was still single.

  “Hey, ladies,” Emily chirped.

  “Wassup, Em?” You ready to turn up?”

  “Yaaaaas, honey, yaaaaas!” Emily shouted, imitating Victoria.

  The ladies burst into laughter. It was hilarious whenever Amy or Emily imitated their sister-in-law’s urban accent.

  Once Tracy opened the door, the ladies cackled their way to the living room. Victoria entered from the hall and asked, “What are you guys laughing at?”

  “Nothing,” Tracy lied. “When did you get here?”

  “’Bout forty-five minutes ago. I got bored, so I folded your towels. Why do you just leave them on top of the dryer?”

  “Vic, you gonna make me take my key back.”

  “Then who’s gonna fold your damn towels?”

  The sound of the doorbell ended their argument. Tracy went to answer the door, giving Tammy a chance to have
a little fun with the girls.

  Tammy’s life had changed drastically. She had come a long way from the little girl that had been abandoned by her mother, becoming a teenage mother herself, and taking off her clothes for a living to feed her son. Her life was amazing. Her dad had found happiness with Mary, his new wife. Tammy’s son was happy and healthy, and she had a thriving business.

  And then there was Luca.

  The very thought of the man that had changed her life gave her joy. She loved him with every fiber of her being, but most importantly, he loved her. Dealing with someone as gruff as Luca would not be easy for most. But for Tammy, he was perfect. She was never without love or affection. And even though danger sometimes surrounded him, she’d never felt safer.

  “Tammy!” Tracy shouted as she re-entered the living room.

  She was carrying a large bouquet of Sicilian Honey Lilies. Behind her, carrying a large bouquet of the same, was a tall, gorgeous man. He had long, dark hair, wrapped in a “man bun,” and his thick body was covered by a black tuxedo. The man was fine. Judging by how quickly the room went silent, Tammy wasn't the only one to notice.

  “Gotdamn,” Natasha whispered from behind.

  Tammy looked back at her friend. She was mesmerized by the man-meat that had entered the room. The man was nice, but he couldn't hold a candle to Gianni Storm.

  “Really, Tasha?”

  Natasha shrugged, never taking her eyes off the man in the tux.

  “What? You think I went blind after I got married?”

  Tammy shook her head and asked, “Are you gonna be okay?”

  “Ma’am?” the man in the tux interrupted.

  He handed Tammy an envelope and walked out of the front door.

  She took a card out of the envelope.

  It read…

  Ma chère fille,

  Accept my apologies for missing your shower. My wish for you is that today will be a day that you will remember always. To do my part in making that memory, I send to you your favorite flowers and the beautiful Samoan. He will tend to your needs. I look forward to seeing you when you return to Paris, and I am excited to watch you become my daughter.

  With all of my love,

  Anna

  Tammy placed the note on the end table. She was blown away. Did her soon to be mother-in-law actually send her a man? She knew that the French lived by a different code, but damn. Tammy looked around the room and noticed that the women were staring at her, waiting.

  “Oh, it’s from Anna. She sent me that man,” Tammy told the ladies.

  “Get out! Your mother-in-law sent you a man as a gift? Does she know her son? Oh, God. She must hate this poor man to send him to his death,” Emily chortled.

  “Stop it. Luca wouldn't hurt him,” Tammy defended.

  “Bitch, are you on crack?” Victoria chimed. “They gonna find that man stanking somewhere!”

  When the man re-entered Tracy’s house, the women were roaring with laughter. He was carrying a portable massage table. He walked over to Tammy and asked where he could set up. Since it wasn't her house, Tammy deferred to Tracy, who led him to a guest room.

  “See, Vic, he’s just a masseur.”

  “Don't you take yo’ ass back there with The Rock,” Victoria warned.

  “Yeah, I agree with Vic,” Emily chimed. “But you can tell Anna that I really loved your gift.”

  “Whatever,” Tammy huffed, rolling her eyes.

  “Ladies, we’re here!” Amy shouted as she walked through the front door. “The party can start now.”

  Amy and Mia entered the living room. Both were dressed to kill. Amy was carrying two bottles of champagne.

  Amy danced toward Tammy, wearing a teeny tiny red dress and spiky heels. Her long, black hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She was a stunner. The Storms made pretty babies.

  “Heeey, Baby Storm!” Tammy screeched as they hugged.

  Tammy stepped back and looked appreciatively at Amy’s partner, Mia.

  “Dayum, Mia!”

  Mia was “big screen” beautiful. She had a milk chocolate complexion, icy grey eyes, and curves that could stop traffic. Mia and Amy together were the very reason men had frat boy fantasies about lesbian sex.

  “Wassup, bride-to-be?” Mia asked. “Why are you wearing sweats, while I’m in silk?”

  “I’m about to get dressed, but first let’s get y’all some drinks.

  “Yeah, drinks,” Amy sang, handing Tammy the bottles of champagne.

  “We have cold bottles. I’m gonna put these in the fridge.”

  Tammy walked into the kitchen and placed both bottles in the refrigerator. Before she could rejoin the ladies in the living room, her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID.

  “Hey, baby,” she said when she answered.

  “I am not a baby. I am a man. I will show you later,” Luca’s masculine, accented voice boomed on the other end.

  Tammy smiled, understanding why women seemed to hang on his every word.

  “You're my baby,” she argued.

  “Mon amour, I will be anything you want me to be, but you must marry me first.”

  “I can't wait.”

  “Good. I have sent a car for you and the ladies. Has it arrived?”

  “Ahhh,” Tammy realized. “The limo outside.”

  “Yes. Since you have banned the men from your party, I insist that you don't drive.”

  Tammy’s heart warmed. Luca was always looking out for her best interests. He was Ford tough, but he always managed to show her a softer side of himself. A side that no one else had the privilege of seeing.

  “That was very thoughtful of you, Luca. Thank you,” she said softly.

  “My motives are selfish, Tamara. I need you to make it down the aisle.”

  “Okay,” she giggled. “Thank you anyway.”

  “Si. Have fun, but not too much. You know that I’ll drag you out of there if I have to.”

  Tammy rolled her eyes at his mention of the time that he embarrassed her in front of an entire club full of people.

  “Don't I know it,” she muttered into the phone. “I’ll be good.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Luca, I’m not a dog,” Tammy huffed.

  “I couldn't tell last night when you were on all fours, howling at the moon,” Luca joked.

  Luca could be so dirty.

  “Ughh! Get of my phone!”

  “Okay, okay. I love you.”

  “I love you too. Bye.”

  “Bye,” he repeated in Tammy’s southern accent.

  Ending the call, she shook her head at the antics of her husband to be.

  ****

  Tammy, along with her family and her friends from her former job had packed Caviar's. They were having a good time, but it was after eleven, and not one male dancer had shown up. The women had resorted to dancing on each other, which was fine for Victoria, Amy, and Mia. But the strictly-dicklies were ass out.

  Tammy stood. Well, she attempted to stand, but she fell backward on the first try. Okay, she was a little tipsy. But she tried again and actually made it to her feet. She giggled at her drunkenness as she searched the room for Bambi. Once she’d located her, Tammy’s plan was to go over and see what had happened to the entertainment she’d promised. But before she could move, blocking her path were the matriarchs of the Storm family, Katherine and Catarina Storm. Shocked by the sight of them both, Tammy fell back into her seat. Katherine tilted her head and looked curiously at Tammy while Catarina, Gianni’s mother asked, “Are you okay, child?”

  “Uh…y-yes, ma’am. I'm just surprised to see you. I didn't know you were flying in from Sicily,” Tammy responded, trying her best to sound sober.

  “Surprise!” Catarina shouted.

  Tammy actually jumped.

  Shit, I am fucked up!

  Catarina and Katherine sat next to her, both with cocktails of their own.

  “I flew in to help Katherine with the children while
you all prepare for the festivities,” she shouted over the music.

  Tammy smiled. She, David, and her dad were blessed to have gained such a loving family.

  “That’s so kind of you, Mrs. Storm. And you too,” she said, turning to Katherine. “You're so wonderful, the both of you. I love you. I love you both so much.”

  Okay, now she was slurring. And judging by their grins, they had noticed.

  “Ma? What are you doing here?” Victoria asked.

  Oh, thank God.

  Tammy felt as if she’d just been rescued. She was failing miserably at faking sobriety.

  “We were invited,” Katherine replied, glaring at Victoria.

  “Yeah, but, ma…we didn't think you’d actually come.”

  “Well, we did,” Catarina interjected. “So where are all the men?”

  “That’s a good question,” Tammy mumbled.

  As if on cue, Bambi approached them with distress etched on her face.

  “Wassup with the men?” Victoria questioned.

  Bambi threw her hands up. “It’s not my fault,” she told them. “It seems that your bodyguards turned them away at the door.”

  “What?!” Victoria shouted.

  “Luca,” Tammy accused.

  “Don't go blaming Luca,” Katherine defended. “It could have been either one of those possessive men of yours. Hell, it could've been Joseph,” she said through laughter.

  “Or Jonathan,” Catarina added.

  Tammy slumped against the back of her plush VIP sofa, wishing that she could say that she was surprised, but to do so would be a lie. She could totally see Luca interfering with her party. And unlike Katherine and Catarina, Tammy knew that no matter how much Jack and Gianni hated the thought of naked men dancing in front of their wives, neither of them would ruin Tammy’s day. Luca, on the other hand, wouldn't have tiniest of problems with interfering.