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“Well, I’ll start by—” I place my hands on her hips and spin her to face me “—kissing those sweet lips.” I lift her glasses off, dropping them onto the counter. I put my hands around her face, our lips crashing. I force her lips apart with my tongue, and she moans. While I’m sucking on her lips, I drop my hands, dragging them up and down the sides of her thighs and to the front to unbutton her jeans.
“Please, Massimo,” she sighs as I unzip her pants, forcing them down over her hips.
“Tell me what you want, Lena,” I mutter, not wanting to distance myself from her, as my hands make my way into her panties.
“I want to feel you inside of me. All of you,” she whimpers as her hands lower to my belt, which she begins unbuckling.
“Take what you want,” I respond.
She finishes unzipping my jeans, pushing them down, and they fall to my ankles. I lift her up to rest on the side of the kitchen counter, and she guides me to her entrance, easing me into her wetness. She groans in pleasure.
“Everything I have is yours,” I say as I’m gliding in and out of her. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her body is lithe. She meets my strokes with her own thrusts until we milk each other dry.
“Massimo, are you listening to me?” Luci hollers, snapping me back to the here and now.
“What did you say?”
“You’re such an asshole sometimes! It makes me wonder if you deserve what Lena did!” she spews at me.Ouch, that hurts, but I deserve it because I’m pretty unbearable right now.
“Fuck you, Luci!” I retort.
“I said, I know you don’t want to think about it, but what are you gonna do about the wedding? It’s still on. You have to start canceling stuff. People are traveling; it’s the least you should do,” she tells me, softening her tone. “I’ll help you with what I can.”
“Ugh, I don’t want to think about that,” I mutter, especially not after the memories that were just playing in my mind. “What if she comes back? I think I should wait,” I say, trying to convince myself more than Luci.
“Well, I hate being the bearer of bad news but, let’s face it, I don’t think she’s marrying you. I mean, she took her stuff and moved out of your place.” Her words are like salt in a wound.
“I can always count on you to throw more wood in the fire, Luce, thanks,” I snap back, getting up from the chair, marching toward the front door.
As she trails behind me, Luci says, “Look, I know you don’t want to think about her not coming back, about the wedding, about any of it, but you have to deal with it. Rip the Band-Aid off already. Besides, I’m on your side right now because I’m pissed at Lena. This stunt she pulled is affecting all of us. It was fucking selfish of her to not say anything to any of us,” Luci spouts off in anger.
I ignore her and walk straight out the door and to my car. The engine turns, and I need to silence the storm brewing within, so I channel surf and crank the volume when I hear Megadeth’s “In My Darkest Hour.”
“You look like shit,” Benny says as I approach him sitting at the bar inside Prezza, the restaurant Nick bartends at in the North End. We often meet here to throw back a few drinks when Nick works the bar. The crowd is mostly locals, people who live in the neighborhood, or wait staff and bartenders from the other places in the area. Tonight, the bar is not that busy, and the dining room is half full. It’s a nice place. Customers are well dressed, but not formal. There are no TVs anywhere, and the Gipsy Kings play through the speakers. I see one of my friends and his wife sitting at a table in the back dining room and wave.
“It’s been a shitty week. What can I say?” I snort. Benny knows me well; he already has my whiskey sitting on the bar for me.
He and I have been friends our whole lives. We met in elementary school and have been inseparable since. He has five sisters—two older and three younger—so he spent a lot of time at my house, always trying to escape from being around all those women. He said they drove him crazy with all their bitching.
He nearly died last year in a car accident. Benny was driving to pick up Dom when some asshole T-boned him after running the light. He was in a coma for a week and in ICU for another two weeks at Mass General. After that, he had to do physical therapy and was out of work for months. It was a rough time for all of us. Benny used to always wear a buzz cut, but since the accident, he lets the top of his dark brown hair grow to cover the long scar across the side of his scalp. His arms are all scarred up too, small dark spots up and down both of them from the shards of glass that were embedded into his skin. What he hates the most, though, are the same small scars across his neck and face. Benny hasn’t driven or been the same since. It fucked with his head—bad.
“No news?”
“Nothing,” I say before shooting my whiskey back. “Give me another,” I tell Nick as I place the empty glass down onto the bar.
“No leads, nothing? I mean, with all the people we know, nobody knows anything?” Benny inquires.
“Nope. I went to the bank and talked to Nina. She told me she saw Lena on Friday morning, the day she left. Said Lena made a big withdrawal, basically emptied her account, but didn’t close it. Thinking about it, Lena probably did it that way so Nina wouldn’t call me because she knows Nina and I are friends. Other than that, no one saw her,” I explain, rapping my fingers on the bar top, waiting for my drink.
“Fuck, man. She planned this well,” Benny quips.
“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” I say, looking at him with side-eye while shaking my head.
Nick arrives with the bottle of Jack in tow, fills my glass, and leaves it on the bar. “It looks like you’ll be sucking on Jack all night,” he says with a low laugh.
I met Nick playing the courts. He was new to the neighborhood, which automatically made me wary of him. He had long hair, donned a ponytail, and was active around the rim. Over time, we became friends. He did a tour in the Gulf War, and when he came back, he moved in with his aunt here in the North End. Nick grew up down the Cape, but after the war, he wanted a change of pace. He fit right in with my crew.
“I’m guessing the bachelor weekend is off?” Benny asks.
