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Twitch and I lie in bed in the early morning. It’s been three years since the attack that took Gino from me.
Since then the Renzetti’s have been to war with the Russians. Throughout the war, alliances were made and the streets once again ran red with the blood of foes.
Last year the Russians drew a line in the sand within their own Mafyia and appointed a new boss, Dimitri Sokolov. Ruslan and his people have been exiled from their own Bratva and a bounty has been put on their heads. No onehas seen them but their parting gift to us was the bombing of Twitch’s car. He was devastated to say the least. It came from a woman who I never got to personally meet, Cindy Lopez. She passed away five months ago and the car was the last gift she’d ever given him.
At least that’s what he thinks.
In her last few months alive, Lopez called me and gave me all of the informationfor herbank accounts. She signed over everything to Twitch and her life insurance has him as the beneficiary. Everything was notarized and legal but I’ve been trying to find the best way to tell him.
I turn over and run my fingers along all the tattoos on his strong back. I smile at him when he groans and turns his sleepy face toward me. He’s grown a lot in the last three years. Not physically but mentally and emotionally. We’ve spent every spare moment searching for his kid sister but have had no luck. We’ve sought an audience with the Don but with the war going strong at the time, we never got his answer. The Underboss sent a message saying he’d pass along the info, but again, nothing. Then the car bombing happened… it’s been a clusterfuck.
Though he’s opened up to me and has become the man I love with all my being, I can’t fix everything for him. Some things he has to battle alone and it kills me. Twitch has been fighting the blues recently; his mother’s birthday is this weekend. I know the feeling well. I fight the same battle yearly with my own ma. But this year, I have a surprise for him. There is a new singer in town and they say she can heal a soul with her voice. Supposedly, she’s captured Gavriel the Cruel Renzetti’s heart. If she can do that, I think her singing Twitch’s childhood song will do him wonders.
“Rise and shine, handsome. Today is going to be a good day.” I giggle when he rolls onto his side and pulls me to his chest. Perfection. This is where I can die happily.
“Why is it going to be a good day, hm?” His groggy morning voice is so deep it could be used in a horror movie as the killer’s voice.
I lift my chin and kiss the edge of his jaw before straddling his hips. We don’t wear clothes to sleep so I grind my bare pussy against his hard length and groan at the feel of my arousal soaking him.
“Because the birds are...chirping and the flowers are… something.” I can’t think straight. Twitch sits up and sucks my nipple into his mouth while flicking the ring with his talented tongue and squeezing my other breast.
I continue grinding on his dick, using his bulbous head, which he gloriously pierced months ago, to flick my clit. I’m close but I need a little push to give me that high I desperately chase. Twitch continues biting my nipple but uses his free hand to squeeze my ass before sliding his fingers beneath me and gathering my juices on his fingers. He brings it back to that tight ring of muscles at my ass and pushes through.
“Oh, fuck!” I grind harder as he begins fucking my ass with his fingers. Pumping me in rhythm with my movements. I drop my lips to his just as my climax hits. There’s nothing like kissing Twitch, no drug can compare and no euphoria can reach its height.
“I love you, Neviah.” He looks up at me and just like the first time he said it three years ago, I see the truth in his stormy hazel eyes. Life without me is no life for him.
“I love you, Luca. I always will. There’s nothing that can separate my love from you.”
Separation is a painful thing and it’s something Twitch has lived with his entire life. He won’t lose me. I will claw my way out of the grave to get back to him. Nothing will keep me from him. I vow it.
Twitch flips us over and settles himself between my legs. “You’re right, it’s a good day.”
His lips meet mine in a soft kiss before he trails them down my neck, biting and sucking as he goes. He sits back and pulls my leg over so that I’m lying on my side with my legs closed. Leaning back over me, he brushes his inked fingers through my hair before running his thumb over my lips.
“Everyday with you is a good day, Silver.”
My heart melts. I love this pinhead. He still drives me up the wall with how much we butt heads but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He sharpens me and I sharpen him.
I open my lips and lick his caressing thumb as he pushes his thick cock between my folds, gathering my slick arousal. His piercing touches all the right spots, I’m so glad I convinced him to get it. Took a lot of begging and alcohol before he gave in but it was worth it.
Once his hard length is slick he lines up with my ass and pushes in slowly, past the sting and straight to the sweet spot deep within me.
“Fuck, yess, Silver. You feel so fucking good.”
“Hmmm,” is all I can get out before he starts to thrust, slowly at first but gaining speed as he lifts off of me. I put both hands against the headboard to keep from sliding upwards and to make his pounding hit that deep bundle of nerves. Getting fucked by Twitch never gets tiring. The way his hands raise goosebumps along my skin with every hard and soft touch is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The way his eyes roam my body is like tongues of flames licking across blades of grass; scorching and feverish. But when his palms leave their stinging prints on my ass… yeah, baby. There’s nothing like it.
As if reading my thoughts, Twitch flips me onto my knees and pushes back in with a slap on my cheeks before gripping my hip and pulling my hair to arch my neck and back.
“You’re mine?” His husky voice rumbles out.
“Fuck me hard and we’ll see.” I love messing with him when he’s like this. Try as I might, I can’t be a submissive in bed without a rough hand and Twitch knows just how to tame me.
He gathers my hair tighter to my scalp before pulling me back to his hard chest. He wraps his fingers around my throat tightly before asking me again.
“Are. You. Mine?”
I smirk and shrug my shoulders because I’m a bitch like that. I reach back and pull on his hair, something he hates but something that gets him deliciously rougher.
