Isa

There was no possible resolution to this that was positive.

I had lost track of time and Elissa was beginning to get impatient. She kept looking up at the clock that was mounted on the wall and the Cartier timepiece on her wrist, pacing up and down the room with increased agitation.

“Where is he?” she said out loud. She was clearly stressed and annoyed, and it made me more worried that the gun was still in her hand as she moved her arms around. “Did you tell him I was here?”

“No, how could I? I've been sitting here this entire time,” I told her. She looked at me suspiciously and swore under her breath. Whatever patience she had had coming into this was wearing thin—and now she was just mad. She was mad and I was most likely the person that she was going to take her anger out on.

“You know, he never liked girls who looked like you,” she said, stopping and looking at me. Now, that just wasn’t fair. She caught me at a bad time. I was pregnant and recovering from the death of my father. Excuse me if I didn’t think taking a straightener to my hair or putting makeup on was one of my priorities at the moment. She was in designer clothes from head to toe and didn’t have a human being growing inside of her. I wanted to roll my eyes at her. There were more than a few physical differences between us, but that didn’t matter. I saw the way that Lorenzo looked at me. The way he put his hands on me and the way we made love. It didn’t matter whether he liked girls that looked like me because he liked me and that was the only person he had any business liking anyway. I knew she was full of shit, but I wasn’t going to say anything that would make her madder than she already was.

“What do you mean?” I asked her, playing along.

“You’re way too big for him. He likes skinny girls. Taller too. Girls that look like models, you know?” she said, stroking her own hair and then flipping it over her shoulder.

“I had no idea,” I said, tired.

“I figured. You don’t know a lot of things about him. I mean, it’s not your fault. You wouldn’t, you know, because your marriage is fake and all.”

God, she was unbearable. No wonder Lorenzo only kept her around to fuck her.

“He liked to watch me with other girls,” she said. I wanted to check out then. I didn’t need to hear the dirty details of Lorenzo’s past sex life with other women, but I couldn’t provoke her, not when she was the one with her finger on the trigger.

“Watch you do what?” I asked innocently.

“Have sex, obviously,” she spat before laughing. “He’s never asked you to bring anyone to bed? Don’t worry, he will. It’s what he likes. I can’t believe you didn’t know that. His dad made a horrible selection. Really.”

I was weary at this point. I didn’t want her words to get to me, but to be frank, they were. I knew, cognitively that they meant nothing, that her word was garbage against Lorenzo’s, but I was getting tired. I wouldn’t be able to take too much more of her jabs when I was this emotionally drained. Was she trying to provoke me so she could get me to attack her first, shoot me, and then plead self-defense? At one point I would have thought she was above that but not anymore.

“Elissa, what do you want with me? If you’re mad at Lorenzo, be mad at Lorenzo. Tell him how you feel so you can resolve this. It doesn’t have to be this messy, and it doesn’t have to be a fight. All of this is unnecessary.”

“No. Don’t you see this is all your fault! This is because of you. It had to come to this because of you. Before you came along, he was mine! He was mine and you ruined it!” she screamed. I grimaced a little because she was getting louder and louder. Her arms were flailing around and the gun was too. “If I can’t have him, neither can you. I’m not going to let you take him from me.”

This was hopeless. I had thought initially that if she wanted me dead, then I would already be dead. She had been stalling, saying she was waiting for Lorenzo, but she was growing more erratic by the minute. Who knew what she would do next? Especially when she was this keyed up. It was no use. She brought a gun with her—and whether it went off on purpose or by mistake, someone was getting shot today—and it was not going to be me.

She was increasingly distracted and she was getting madder by the second. She was taller than I was, but she was on those heels, her center was off. I could rush her and take her down. There was no way she was stronger than me, pregnant or not. I could get the gun out of her hands.

I watched her make a revolution around the room, passing behind me. I reached for my phone in my waistband and stopped the recording, taking the phone out and carefully placing it on the seat next to me. I peered over my shoulder and saw her with her back to me. It was my chance. Just as she turned to head towards me again, I saw Lorenzo come up quietly behind her and pin her arms to her sides so she couldn’t raise them to point the gun. She screamed and tried to spin around and see who it was. I ran up and took the gun from her.

“Call the police,” he said to me. He held Elissa’s hands behind her back. She flailed and struggled to get free. I dialed 9-1-1 and hurriedly told them the address and what was happening.

“Lorenzo, stop, don’t call the cops. I was waiting for you. Don’t—”

“You came to my house and threatened my wife with a gun, Elissa. The only way you’re walking out of here will be in cuffs.” I realized I was panting and looked down at myself. I sat down slowly as the shock of the moment lifted and I began feeling the terror and fear that had been going through me.

“Isa? Isa?”

I looked over at him. He was still holding Elissa still; they were both on the ground.

“Don’t move, Isa. Just breathe. Don’t move.”

I tried to count slowly from one hundred, matching my inhale with an even number and my exhale with an odd. I soon heard the sirens and heard the police barging in. The next thing I felt was Lorenzo’s strong arms wrap around me and pull me into his solid body. I completely broke then, crying hard into his chest.

“It’s okay; it’s all over,” he said to me softly. He stroked my hair and back, supporting me against his body. An officer was standing near us, waiting to get a statement from me.

“Do you know this woman?” she asked.

“Yes, she was a former friend of my family,” Lorenzo said.

“Any idea what motivated this attack?”

I shrugged, not really wanting to say she was a jealous, crazy bitch who wanted to kill my husband because he had chosen me over her.

“Can you please tell us the events of what happened from when she first showed up?”

“Is there a way you can ask her these questions at another time?” Lorenzo snapped. I put my hand on his arm to calm him down.

“It’s okay, babe. I just want this to be over. I’ll talk to them,” I told him. He went and sat at the dining table with the officer and me so I could tell her what had happened.

“Elissa had come by earlier. She had come by looking for my husband, but he wasn’t in. She got very upset and she left. Not long after that, she returned and she had a gun with her. She made me sit in a chair in the great room and just yelled at me, saying she was waiting for my husband. Saying she was going to shoot him and she was going to make me watch. That was when Lorenzo just appeared from the back and he restrained her so I could take the gun.”

The woman looked like she was taking notes. She wasn’t a detective, just a regular officer. They wouldn’t really have to carry out an investigation because nothing had happened really. There hadn’t been a murder, and Elissa had been caught before anything too drastic could happen.

“Did she force her way in?”

“No. Both times she was at the door and I let her in. The second time I let her in because I thought she was Lorenzo. I... earlier, before Lorenzo came... she had me in the chair, she was going on and on. She admitted to killing my dad. I have it all recorded.”

“On your phone?”

I nodded.

“We’re going to have to take that in as evidence if you guys want to press charges and take her to court.”

I nodded, handing the phone over without another question. That was what was going to do it. The recording was what was going to put her away. The house emptied soon and Lorenzo started fussing over me asking what had happened.

“Just what I told the officer,” I told him. We were sitting on one of the couches in the great room and my head was resting on his chest.

“She left and came back immediately?”

“Almost. She showed up the first time, and when she left, that was when I called you. When I heard a car outside, I thought it was yours, and that was why I opened the door. That was a mistake because she got in.”

“Did she hurt you?”

“No, she didn’t even threaten to shoot me. She kept asking for you. She wanted to kill you and make me watch.”

“Why would she want to do that?”

“You distanced yourself from her and she took it as a personal insult,” I said, knowing that wasn’t the whole truth.

“I told her to back off. But that’s not a good excuse to do all this. I can't believe she would do something else after the fiasco with the pictures.”

“Well, she’s had two months to plan it. I’m just glad that she found me here and not you.”

“Don’t say that, babe.”

“I’m serious. You didn’t hear her talking.” I put a hand on his chest and the thought settled. I could have lost him today. He was faster than her and had seen her coming, but what if he hadn’t? How would I have been able to take losing him and my father in such a short span of time?

“What was she saying?” he asked me.

“She was talking about how she was the one who was supposed to be your wife. She went on and on about how it was her you loved and I just got in the way. If she couldn’t have you, then I sure as hell wouldn’t. She sounded like a crazy person. It was awful.”

“She’s not coming near you again, Isa. Never.”

“She also said...” I trailed off, afraid to let him know that this was what I was feeling. I didn’t want to let Elissa’s words get to me, but they had.

“What?”

“She said that I was not your type. That you didn’t like girls who looked like me, and I looked like a troll in my wedding dress,” I said, feeling small and embarrassed. What the hell did Elissa know anyway? She had been trying to get to me, and she had done it. There was also the fact that I was pregnant and gaining weight which didn’t help.

“She was trying to make you jealous, Isa. Look at me,” he said. I looked at him, and I was taken aback by his gaze for a second. The darkness of his eyes just amplified whatever was showing through them, just then, it was passion. “You’re the one I love and you are the one I chose.”

“Our parents arranged our marriage, Lorenzo.”

“But that’s all they did. They might have led us to each other, but I made the choice to stay here with you and give us a real shot. I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned down and kissed me sweetly.

There it was.

I wasn’t even going to bring it up because I didn’t need to anymore. I wanted to know what I meant to him outside of what our fathers had arranged and he told me. He wanted me—and I wanted him. He wanted to stay married to me. The surge of emotion pushed new tears from my eyes as I let him kiss me. It felt so powerful to be loved by him. The affirmation of my own feelings for him felt powerful and deeply passionate. I wrapped my arms around him, tangling my fingers in his hair and letting them trail down over his shoulders and arms. I reveled in the feel of his hard body under my hands. I wanted to feel him close to me, as close as he could get.

“Baby, I have to talk to you about something,” he said to me, as I straddled his hips. I kissed him, making him unable to continue. “Isa. Listen. We have to talk about your dad’s business.”

“Shh. Not now, Lorenzo. I want you to make love to me,” I said. He looked at me as if he was torn, but his hands gripped my hips, and I could feel his erection growing and pressing into my thigh. I kissed him slowly before pulling my tank top up over my head and unhooking my bra. His eyes dropped to my breasts, and I heard him sigh. They had been more sensitive since I had gotten pregnant and were already a little bigger. He cupped one in his hand and ran the pad of his thumb over the hard nipple. I hissed as he did it again before covering the nipple with his mouth and sucking it.

The months of misery, confusion, and danger had weighed on me and all I wanted was to feel him. I wanted to feel his weight, his passion, and his desire. I wanted to feel connected with something real and someone who loved me when everything around me seemed to be out of control. He repeated the action with the other nipple and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

I reached down into his lap and started on his pants. His erection was straining through his underwear, and my urgency was making my hands clumsy. I stood up and pulled my shorts and panties off before mounting him again. He held me by the waist and picked me up, positioning me on the couch underneath him. He slid into me slowly, letting me feel every single inch. He was so big. He was so thick. His cock felt amazing inside me.

I wanted him to pound me like he hadn’t touched me in weeks. I wanted it dirty and rough, but he didn’t. His weight pressed down on me gently as he slowly and rhythmically drove into me with his dick. My eyes shut as the sensation intensified. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer into me. Everything faded into nothingness around me, and I forgot the fear and uncertainty I had been feeling all day. All I felt was the man I loved making love to me.

I started crying again. He wasn’t hurting me. I was just overwhelmed. The physical pleasure and arousal I was experiencing just heightened the passion and love I felt for him. My breathing got faster and faster as I neared orgasm. He picked up his speed a little, pushing me. I flattened a palm on his back, feeling his hard muscles working underneath. I let out a strangled cry as my orgasm exploded through me. He sped up as I clenched down around his cock, also climaxing before slowing down and then easing himself out of me. The moment was perfect. Whatever he wanted to talk about could wait till morning. We made love again before falling asleep in each other's arms.

***

I WAS MAKING PANCAKES in the morning when Lorenzo came into the kitchen. The smell and taste of eggs made me completely sick during the pregnancy so I had switched Lorenzo’s usual scrambled eggs in the morning to flapjacks. He didn’t seem to mind. He kissed me before pouring himself a cup of coffee. I sat down with him picking at a piece of grapefruit. I knew what was coming. I had wanted to stave it off the night before, but there was no getting around it now. It had to be discussed.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked me.

“Alright,” I said. “What did you want to tell me last night?”

“Your father’s business... his men have been talking about it since he passed, but I didn’t want to bring it to you immediately because you took his passing so hard. Someone needs to take command.”

“So why don’t they pick someone?”

“There already is someone. You. You’re his only child. You’re the heir to his business.”

I frowned. There were a lot of things I had inherited from my parents—and even things I wanted to inherit, like my mother’s fine crystal, but this? This I wanted no part of.

“A bunch of guys are gonna listen to me?”

“They have to. They were your father’s sworn followers—and now that he’s gone, they’re yours.”

“I don’t know the first thing about this kind of stuff. I don’t want to get into it, Lorenzo. We have a baby coming and it's too much for me. The danger, the crime... I don’t want it.”

“It’s not the best situation, but you and I were both raised by men who were mobsters. It might not be that wholesome, but families have been living like this for years. Our families have been living like this for years.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t know what to do. What should I do?” I said to him.

“The chances of this life becoming part of our pasts is nearly impossible,” he said. “Unless...”

“Unless what?”

“Unless we make a clean break. All the way out, you and I.”

I thought about it for a second.

“That would mean you relinquishing your territory completely and other people taking over.”

“Yes,” he said simply.

It had never occurred to me that this life was something that Lorenzo enjoyed or even loved. I always thought of it as something that was part of his family history, which he participated in because of tradition. Could I ask him to let it go? Would he if I did? What would that mean for us if he got out?

“Do you want to give it all up?” I asked him. He paused before answering.

“I want a safe and happy life with you and our child. I want to get that—and I don’t care how we get it. I want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want to ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I can’t make all the decisions myself, Isa. It isn’t my place. I have to think about you and the baby, too. Whatever you decide is what we will do.”

He cleared his coffee cup and stood up. He kissed me on the forehead.

“Take your time. You don’t have to answer immediately.”

He left soon after, leaving me in the house. He had asked me to take my time, but I already knew what I wanted. It was a no-brainer. There was a time in my life when I had had no idea that these things were going on around me and that was the time that I had felt safest. Ignorance was bliss—and even though I couldn’t be ignorant about it, I wanted that bliss back.

I wanted out. I wanted nothing to do with all this shit. That was my answer.

Our future was wide open. Anything could happen but removal of the criminal element meant a lot of bad things that could happen just because of the association were removed as threats. Our lives would be inherently safer if we were no longer involved—and that was what I wanted. I wanted us to be safe.

Lorenzo had told me that he would do whatever I wanted, but how much had he thought about it? I allowed myself to think about a future where we didn’t have to watch our backs. It was nice. I liked it... I hoped Lorenzo would like it, too.