Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) Page 26
“For the rest of your life, baby,” he promised. “I love you so much.” Gianni declared.
“I love you too. Thank you, baby,” she mumbled, before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
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Natasha walked into the main cabin of Gianni’s jet, wearing a robe that was left on the bed.
Miguel shouted, “She’s up!”
Frankie, Gianni, Luca, and Hank were sitting at the conference table. They turned in Natasha’s direction. She sat in one of the massive leather chairs and said, “Yes. She’s up.”
Tyrece approached. “Mrs. Storm, I know you need a drink. How about a shot of whiskey?”
“Perfect. Thanks, Tyrece.”
When he exited the cabin, Natasha looked over at the men gathered at the conference table.
“Thank you all so much,” she said, unable to stifle her tears. “Thank you.”
Luca shouted, holding up his glass, “Sei famiglia!”
“Thank you,” she repeated.
She walked over to Gianni. When he stood, Natasha wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him with passion, while praising God for giving her another chance at a future with this man that she loved.
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A few hours later they were driving down a country road. As Gianni drove, Natasha stared out the window but seeing nothing. Her mind kept flashing back to the terror that she faced on her kidnapper’s plane.
Natasha turned to Gianni.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Tammy.”
“Tammy?”
“Yes. You left your phone at home. It kept ringing, so I answered it. She called to warn you that you were walking into a trap.”
Natasha eyes widened.
“Gianni, they knew that I was a cop. One of the men said so. How did they know that? And how would Tammy know that I was being set up?”
Gianni pulled over to the side of the road, turned to her, and took her hand.
“Deon. It was Deon. He was sleeping with Caroline, and the two of them plotted to set you and Victoria up.”
Natasha mouth dropped open.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
“There’s more,” he said, squeezing her hand. “He was also sleeping with Tammy. She overheard him on the phone with Caroline talking about setting you up for the auction, so she called to warn you. But by then it was too late.”
“That fucking asshole!” Natasha screamed. “He is dead!”
Gianni shook his head, “Too late. Jack beat you to it.”
Natasha squinted, from confusion. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What?”
“Yes. In addition to setting you up, Deon and Caroline kidnapped baby Jasmine.”
Natasha gasped, “WHAT?!”
“She’s fine. They didn’t hurt her, but Jack killed them both.”
A look of satisfaction came over Gianni.
Natasha sat back in her seat. She took a deep breath and wondered why Deon would do something so hateful. She knew that he had issues with her and Victoria’s marriage to the Storm men, but she had no way of knowing that he could do something so crazy. Gianni swiped a tear from her cheek and kissed her temple.
“You okay?”
Natasha nodded, although she was far from ok. Gianni squeezed her hand one more time, before putting the car in drive and pulling onto the road. They drove for maybe fifteen minutes before turning into a driveway. Natasha looked up at the big beautiful house at the end of the driveway. The lawn was perfect, and the house was framed with beautiful tropical plants and flowers. Gianni put the car in park and hopped out. He walked around and helped Natasha out of the car.
“Wow, Gianni, this place is beautiful,” she gushed.
The front door flew open, and Catarina came flying out of the house, with Jonathan on her heels. Her long black hair was flowing behind her as she ran. And when she reached Natasha, she hugged her tight, rattling off something in Italian. Natasha returned her hug, not having a clue as to what she was saying. Yet, she was comforted by the maternal affection. Gianni smiled and patted his mother softly on the shoulder.
“Mama, English,” he reminded.
“Oh... Si. I’m sorry. I’m so happy that you’re okay,” she said, grabbing Natasha’s face, kissing her again and again.
“Thank you, Catarina.”
“Mama,” she corrected.
“Thank you, Mama,” Natasha said, smiling because she loved the thought of calling someone as sweet as Catarina Mama.
One week later…
CHAPTER 42
VICTORIA
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.
NATASHA
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.
EP
ILOGUE
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 sw
ear 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.