NICO
Aswe step off the jet, Serenity throws her hands in the air and yells, “Yes, we’re in Fiji.”
I never knew she wanted to come to Fiji. I smirk as I take in her sexy, curvy frame in the orange, yellow, and pink dress. Her bare neck and arms glow under the sun. The material crisscrosses over her breasts to the lower half of her back. Each side of her honey-brown torso is exposed. The remainder of the beautiful dress flows around her body, sweeping over her pink sandals. Big orange sunglasses cover half her face.
“I can’t wait to go to the beach,” Serenity says.
“Miff,” a woman calls out.
He halts at the last step, and his gray eyes widen. “Lasheia?”
She runs toward him and hugs him tightly. “It’s good to see you, baby.”
He pulls back, drinking in her mahogany, diamond-shaped face. “How did you get here?”
She smiles. “By private jet.”
He peeks over his shoulder at me.
I grin around the cigar in my mouth. “Nick had no problem letting us use the other jet to get Lasheia here. You need a break, Miff.”
“A real break,” Serenity says.
Miff faces us as he curls an arm around Lasheia’s neck. “Thank you both.”
He properly introduces us to his girlfriend. Lasheia is dressed in a comfortable yellow and red Maxie dress. Miff can barely take his eyes off her.
Serenity and Lasheia chat a bit.
Cigar in hand, I squeeze Miff’s shoulder. “Enjoy Fiji for the week. All I ask is that you and Lasheia have dinner with my wife and me in a few days.”
He smiles. “We can do that.”
We say our goodbyes and I whisk my wife into the cream Maybach. Serenity takes the cigar from my hand, plants it between her lips, and puffs. I buckle her in, then myself. She put her free hand in my lap next to my cock.
Our eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. But nothing can hide the look of satisfaction on our faces. My wife is in love with me. Deep down, I always knew it, but to peer into her eyes this morning and see the love she has for me turns my heart to mush. I’d risk my life for her every time. Even though she’s happy and in love with me, the sadness about the war and not seeing our son plagues her beneath the surface.
I take in our surroundings as we roll through the bustling town.
“Reacher, stop at that store I told you about. I want to pick up a few items to take to the villa.”
“On it,” he replies.
Serenity grins. “Oh, I’m coming in. I want to try some Fiji snacks, too.”
A handful of our bodyguards exit the car behind us and halt the pedestrians walking past the store so Serenity and I can enter.
She puts out the cigar in the ashtray before stepping out of the car. I round the back of the vehicle and take her hand.
My weapons rest in the holsters beneath my open white dress shirt against the white wife beater. Serenity slides a hand down my abs.
“Nico, you didn’t have to wear the undershirt.”
She loves to see my hairy chest on display. However, no one else needs to see the forest growing on my chest.
I chuckle. “I’ll remove it when we get to the villa.”
“I’m happy you wore the white shirt and shorts. You look good in white.” Her tongue slides across her lips.
