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She nods as I take a seat next to her. I watch Neo sit Lola in one of the chairs towards the front of the plane. My heart breaks for them. For her. He leans over and clips her seat belt. Then he walks towards the cockpit, and after a few words with the pilot, he comes back carrying blankets. He places one over Lola and another over Izzy.
“How you doin’, Bel?”
“Tired. Can you sit with me, Papa? If I go to sleep, will you keep the men away?” Izzy asks him. I can’t hide the tears that slip down my cheeks. This should not be her life. She shouldn’t be scared to close her eyes.
“I promise, Bel, I will stay right here. We’re about to take off, okay? Remember how you said you wanted us to run away together to an island?”
Izzy nods.
“Well, that’s what we’re doing. I found us the perfect island.”
“Thank you. I love you, Papa.”
“I love you too, Bel, more than anything else in the world,” Neo replies to her. How did we get so lucky? To find this man? How has he managed to mean so much to both me and my daughter so quickly? Neo sits on the seat opposite us. Reaching over, he wipes at the stray tears on my face. “Ti voglio bene,” he whispers. “We are going to be okay.”
“I love you too. I believe you.” And I do believe that we are going to be okay.
I believe that this is how the villains find their happily ever after; it doesn’t just get handed to them. They have to work for it, kill for it, and then steal away in the darkness of the night to ensure they get to keep it. I will continue to run in the shadows with Neo. Everywhere. Anywhere. Because he’s not just the guy who delivers unearthly orgasms; he’s also the guy who makes my heart whole. The guy who makes everything in this world that much brighter—better.
He’s mine.
To everyone else, I may be the brutal princess of the Donatello mafia family. But to Neo, I’m his angel. A dark one, but an angel nonetheless.
He doesn’t want to clip my wings; he wants to help me soar.
Epilogue
Sitting here watching Izzy swim in the pool by herself makes my heart swell. She was so scared of the water when we first started with her lessons four months ago. Now she jumps right in. No assistance needed. Angelica and I are positioned on the side of the pool, our legs dangling in the water. Both of us ready to jump in if she needs us.
“Bel, you’re doing great, baby!” I call out to her as she practices her stroke. Poking her little head above the surface, she beams up at us with the brightest smile.
“Thanks, Papa. I think I can beat you now.” She laughs.
“I don’t doubt it. I think you’ve turned into a little mermaid. What do mermaids eat, Angel? We might have to get her some kind of special food now.” I turn to Angelica. Every time I look at her, her beauty takes my fucking breath away. She really is way too fucking good for me. Watching her sit here in a yellow one-piece swimsuit, her breasts glistening with water droplets, all I can think is how much I can’t wait until I can be inside her again.
“Nonno, Nonna! Look at me! I’m a mermaid,” Izzy calls out. Peering behind us, I see Angelica’s dad with my Aunt Gloria. It’s still fucking weird as shit, watching my aunt with a man who isn’t my Uncle Theo. However, knowing what I know now, I have so much more respect for my uncle than I had before. He really was one of the good ones.
“Wow, you most certainly are, Izzy.” Angelica’s father sits on one of the pool loungers, and Aunt Gloria lowers herself down next to him.
I lean into Angelica and whisper in her ear, “How about we disappear for thirty minutes while the grandparents are out here?”
Her eyes gloss over with lust as she stands. “Papa, I need to show Neo something he has to fix in the bedroom. Keep an eye on Izzy for me please.” Angelica doesn’t wait for a response or for me to follow. She knows I will. I avoid eye contact with her father as I get up and walk into the house. I might be a cocky son of a bitch, but he’s still the boss’s boss, which means I’m obligated to show him a certain level of respect. Also, I’ve gotten to know the old man over the last few months and he’s earned my admiration.
I made him a promise once. That I’d call him if I ever went on the run with Angelica and Izzy. And I kept that promise. I dialed him up while we were in the air. He ensured our whereabouts stayed quiet; we haven’t been bothered by anyone. I’ve checked in with T a few times, and everything seems to be running smoothly back in New York. But I’m in no rush to leave our little paradise bubble. Neither is Angelica or Izzy.
Like the lost fucking puppy I am around her, I follow my angel into the bedroom, finding her already on the bed. A small pocket knife in hand. “Angel, fuck… Are you trying to make me lose my shit before I even get to touch you?” I ask, staring down at her.
She flicks the knife open and cuts right down the middle of her swimsuit, baring all of her beautiful, smooth, olive skin. “I’m just helping you out—thought I’d do this for you.” She holds the handle up for me to take.
I don’t hesitate. I know what she wants and I know exactly how to give it to her. Stripping my swim shorts off, I palm my already hard cock and stroke it a few times while looking down at her. “I fucking love your body, Angel. So fucking perfect. So flawless. Smooth.” Then I climb onto the bed, between her legs, and let my fingers run up the inside of her thigh. Sliding right between her slit. “Argh, so fucking wet.”
“Neo, don’t make me wait,” she pleads.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Angel.” I smirk. It’s one of my favorite pastimes: getting her so worked up she’s out of her mind, withholding that orgasm for as long as I can bear it. She thinks it torments her. But in reality, it fucking torments me far worse. There’s nothing I fucking love seeing more than my angel coming apart beneath my touch. Beneath the edge of my blade. There really is no greater fucking beauty in the world.
“Please.” Her hips lift off the bed, trying to get more friction from my fingers.
“But we’ve only just begun, Angel. What kind of fiancé would I be if I rushed these things?”
