Chapter 19

She’s my goddamn wife.

***Afon***

 

“What the fuck is taking them so long?” Ford mutters.

He’s thrumming his fingers on the table. Guests are already arriving and it’s good Ricca is handling most of it, making sure everybody is welcomed. My phone gives a buzz from an incoming message. When I check I see it’s from Tarzan, telling me they have a situation, but that it’s contained.

“Shall I go check?” Yegor asks Ford. “They never take long to get ready, maybe something’s wrong.”

“There’s an ex-assassin, who happens to be my wife…three others are trained to handle at least three men attacking at the same time, and Unique, who I’m sure can handle herself too. Any problem they might run into in a bedroom upstairs in a damn house that’s tight with security…I’m sure they can handle,” Peacock grumbles.

“But it sure would be nice if they’d hurry the fuck up. I mean…if this pregnancy shit means women will be taking hours to talk and shit…that would be kind of annoying and time consuming.” Ford sighs.

“What?” Peacock’s eyes are bulging. “You got your woman pregnant too?”

A shit-eating grin spreads across Ford’s face. “Fuck yeah. We’ve been keeping it quiet, but she was going to tell the girls tonight, so that must be the reason why they’re taking so damn long.”

A loud crash and the sound of glass shattering rips through the air. We all watch as a body lands on the floor that appears to have been thrown through a window, with gunfire blasting through the air the next second. All of us, and the guests, in the room take cover while Marlon grabs his bag and rushes out of the room.

“What the actual fuck?” Peacock grumbles. “This your idea of having a mob engagement party? Throw a body along with a few bullets into the celebration? Fuck.”

Ford crawls closer, Yegor and Ricca are within earshot too.

“Esposito?” Ford raises an eyebrow in question at Ricca.

Ricca shakes his head. “No. That fucker already brought the heat on his ass with the stupid shit he pulled. He’s not ready to be terminated by the syndicate. Esposito might be a stupid asshole but there’s no way he’d go for a suicide mission like that.”

“Marco,” Yegor grumbles. “He’s got two men working with him. We have to assume it’s them because we have no other outstanding vendettas, right? Or did you bring some shit that got stuck underneath your shoe?” Yegor directs the question at Peacock.

“Me? Fuck no, only you idiots are dipped in shit. My woman is fucking pregnant, no way am I risking war or outstanding vendettas. Everything is fucking handled on my end. I’m betting it’s Marco. But stay put though. Marlon is out there. If it’s just three fuckers he’ll take them out.”

We all watch as one idiot jumps through the window, an assault rifle in each hand, starting to fire around in every direction. I take aim but right when I want to squeeze the trigger, there’s a red dot appearing and right after that a hole is smashed between his eyes. His knees buckle as the rifles drop to the ground, his head bouncing off the floor.

“That’s one down,” Peacock chuckles.

Everything is silent for a moment before Marlon strolls into the room, throwing his bag to the floor. “There were only two. Shit’s clear now. Somebody hand me another drink because my glass got fucking shattered and my throat is dry from running the fuck outside.”

The guests are all climbing to their feet, the men tucking away their guns. Yeah, nice way to bring people together, right? I turn my attention to Marlon. “You’ll get your fucking drink, but first you need to tell me if Marco was out there too.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, man. Just two. This sucker right here.” He points to the dead guy with the two rifles next to him. “And another one outside. They managed to kill off six of our guys to breach one of the blind spots. I didn’t see anyone else.”

Fuck. Why the hell isn’t Marco with them?

“Okay, let’s clean the fuck up so we can start the celebration, seeing we’ve already started the party with a bang, huh?” Ford chuckles in an effort to lighten the mood before he turns to me. “Or did you want to cancel? Go out and see if we can find that Marco fucker. He must be either close or laying low and watch it all go down without getting his hands dirty so he can split right after.”

“Fuck no,” I grumble and remember the message from Tarzan. I grab my phone and see another message telling me to get the fuck upstairs. “Shit. I don’t have time for that Marco fucker right now. I need to get upstairs. Tarzan sent me a text asking for me, can you handle it here?” I ask and when he nods, I take off running.

When I get upstairs I see the bedroom door is open, Tarzan is pacing back and forth. She sees me coming and starts to fire off her words. “What the hell was that shooting all about? Marco’s buddies? Does Ford have a handle on it? Is it contained?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I tell her. “Marco’s buddies. Marlon took care of it but it’s a fucking mess downstairs. They’ve already began to clean up but we need to discuss shit because it was only a two-man job, no sign of Marco himself.”

“Figures, since Marco is in there with Andy.” Tarzan points toward the space I transformed into her personal closet, dressing space.

What the fuck? My heart races as I take a step forward, except…I don’t get very far because Tarzan is blocking my way. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you…I know we’ve trained for years and you can rip me out of a bad vibe trance I get from time to time...but shit…you don’t want to step in there, Afon. She doesn’t even recognize any of us. She actually growled at me.”

My heart settles when I hear this…in fact, this makes me snort and shake my head. “Move, Tarzan. She’s my goddamn wife, I can handle all of her.”

“Alllllrighty then. Not quite married there, dude, but whatever,” Tarzan quips and steps aside, her hands rising in defense. “Just thought I’d give you a heads-up. Oh, and the dude is already dead…but I think she’s redecorating in there, you know…painting the walls red, throwing some meat on the walls and such. Yeah, but you got her, huh? Then go on and handle it because we’re already fucking late for the party and I’m pretty sure her dress is ruined so she needs a shower and a fresh set of clothes…if you rip her out of that killing loop she’s got going on in there.”

I acknowledge Tarzan with a tight nod and step inside the room. Andy is on her knees carving the fucker’s stomach right open. Tarzan wasn’t kidding. The whole room is red. My guess is Marco stopped breathing a while ago. Suddenly the attack downstairs makes sense. A fucking distraction, that’s what those two were giving Marco so he could sneak in and kill my woman.

Pride hits my chest as I watch Andy slicing up Marco, because unlike Tarzan’s statement, I can tell Andy is in full control. She’s not spaced out at all because I’m listening to the angry words she’s throwing at Marco while destroying his body. Let’s call this session in front of me a twisted form of therapy.

You know…the kind of therapy at the end of a long line of sessions where you’re discussing the road where you came from and how far you’ve come. And she’s come a very long fucking way but look at her now. Strong as fuck, determination radiating from her. Then I see it. The tiny pendant in her hand she’s using.

“You like your new jewelry?” I croak, emotion flowing heavily through my veins.

Her head swings in my direction, our gaze collides and the recognition and love that shines from within her hits me hard. I’m frozen to the spot and it’s exactly as I thought and the reason I’m standing here right now. She’s most definitely not in a bad vibe or trance. She’s closing a bad chapter in her life. And she sure as fuck recognizes me.

“I love it,” she says with a bright as fuck smile on her blood smeared face.

I nod at the necklace that’s lying broken on the floor. “I bought a few extra since I figured that would happen but shit…I kinda thought it would be Dozor who would break the first necklace with his paw. The fucker has broken mine that way too many fucking times.”

She stands up and strolls over to me. Leaning in she hesitates and glances down. “Shit. I’m a bit of a mess.”

Yeah, fuck that. A soft chuckle spills from my lips making her gorgeous eyes land back on mine. “Who the fuck cares? Kiss me, because you’re turning me the fuck on.”

Andy actually jumps into my arms, curling her legs around me while I spin us around and press her against the wall. Our mouths clash, tongues dancing in desperation. Neither of us can get enough of each other in this moment. It’s fucking sick but I have to have her.

The tiny dress she’s wearing allows me access, the only barrier is her thong that’s easily sliding to the side. Zipper down, my dick that’s hard as fuck falls out and is right at her opening. There’s a single second of hesitation. Fuck. I should wait.

“Take me,” Andy breathes in my damn ear, her breath hot and her words sound so very needy. That’s it. One push and I’m balls deep.

Her head falls onto my shoulder, we’re both frozen in this moment. Me adjusting to the tightness wrapped around my dick, the heat surrounding it is so fucking intense I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like this.

She fucking clenches her walls making me croak, “If you keep clenching like that, I won’t have a chance to fuck you. I’ll come right here, right fucking now. Damn…you feel so good.”

“Move,” she groans. “Please, move...I need,”

Don’t have to tell me fucking twice. Pulling out, I slam right back in. Her head falls back against the wall when I start to bury myself inside her over and over again. I make sure to surge up while bending my knees. With her pinned to the wall it creates friction for her clit and she damn well shivers in my arms. The way her nails dig into my neck and those whimpers that fall from her mouth that’s slightly parted…I can’t hold off.

Her walls spasm in a way that’s strangling my dick into an orgasm that’s being pulled out from somewhere deep inside me, a place that’s only reserved for her. Like she’s ripping my heart right open and demands every single thing my body can give her. And I fucking let her have it. All of it. All of me.

When my body gives one final shudder, I trail a line of kisses up her neck until I find her mouth. “I love you so damn much,” I murmur.

 “I knew it,” she fucking squeals, tightening her damn legs while she takes my head into her hands and plants a hard kiss on my lips before pulling back and giving me a brilliant smile. “Me too. I love you too. So much.”

“Aw, ain’t that sweet. I guess she recognized you, huh?” Tarzan chuckles from the doorway.

“I told you they were fucking in there,” Karma mutters, poking Ruby in her side. “Crap, that’s messy. And twisted. Yikes…what did you do? Make his inside explode? That’s really going to be a pain to clean up in here.”

“Hey,” I snap. “Can we get some privacy here? Get the fuck out. We’ll be right down after a shower and fuck,” I take one quick glance to the clothes that are hanging in the back all covered in blood. “Are all her clothes stained?”

Andy gasps and whips her head in the same direction, sighing in relief the next moment muttering, “Thank fuck for garment bags, the wedding dress is still perfect.”

“I have another cocktail dress in a bag right here she can wear tonight. No worries,” Unique shouts from behind Tarzan, Ruby, and Karma.

“Good. Tarzan, can you get a few guys in here after we’re done to clean up this shit?” I ask.

“On it,” she says and grabs her phone. “Come on, girls, let’s get downstairs and leave the two lovebirds to clean themselves up.”

Andy wiggles on my dick that’s still lodged deep inside her, hard as fuck. That’s right, I have no shame. “Baby. Stop. You’re going to be sore already from the way I took you just now. You don’t want me ravishing you again. And dammit…I wanted to wait. Wedding night, a damn bed. Not screwing while tainted with the blood of our enemy. Shit. You deserved,”

“You. I deserved you, and I got,” she clears her throat, “and have you. That’s what matters,” she tells me and damn…she’s fucking right.