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“Okay,” I said. “I said I was going to be a better man for you, and I didn’t really believe it. But the joke of this whole thing, the irony is that you did make me want to be a better man. My feelings for you trumped the want for revenge. And I know you might never believe me, but it’s true.”
“So, then, why did you fucking kidnap me again and pretend?”
“Because I just needed to be around you. I needed to see you. I was so caught up in jealousy of you and Josh and you and Troy and you and any other guy out there. I was just so pissed off that you wouldn’t speak to me or give me the time of day or…”
“Because you’re not used to that from women, are you?” she said. “You’re used to them falling at your feet.”
“I wish I could say that’s not true,” I said, shrugging, “but it is.”
“So you wanted me because I didn’t want you.”
“I wanted you because you became a piece of my heart, Callie,” I said softly. “And when you were taken from me, I knew I would cross through heaven and hell to find you and get you back.”
“I just don’t know what to say,” she said.
“I thought my mom was still alive for a couple of moments.” I walked over to the side of the room and looked out the window at the city, the sparkling lights, and the cars driving down the street. “I thought the world was going to be a better place and everything would be okay because hey, if Callie’s mom’s alive, maybe my mom’s alive, too. You know?” I turned and looked back at her. She had a sad expression on her face. I could tell she felt sorry for me, and I didn’t care. Because at that moment, I felt like the lost little boy I was when she died. “My mom loved me, and was one of only three people in the world that ever really loved me. And now two of them are dead,” I said.
“Jimmy.” She looked at me, and tears started falling from her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Antonio. I’m so sorry. I wish that…”
“No, he died to protect you. He died being an honorable man. He was a good guy. Jimmy? He was the best guy I ever knew, better than me, maybe even better than Alessandro. He was loyal, and I loved him. And he died protecting you because he knew that I loved you, too.”
Callie’s eyes widened, and she took a couple of steps forward. “We’re not good for each other, Antonio.”
“I know,” I said, running my fingers through her tussled hair. I gripped the side of her face. “You’re good for everyone, but I’m not good for you,” I said, pressing my lips against hers. She gasped, and I wondered if she was going to push me away, but then I felt her fingers in my hair. And before I knew what was happening, we were taking each other’s clothes off. We had a primal need to be with each other, to mate, to feel skin upon skin. I didn’t care that I was dirty. I didn’t care that she was dirty. I just needed to be with her. “I love fucking you, Callie,” I said. When we were both naked, I carried her to the bed and lowered her on to it.
“Shut up,” she said, shaking her head and pressing her lips against mine. Her fingernails dug into my back and ran down until they squeezed my ass. I shifted and spread her legs wide open and rubbed the tip of my cock against her entrance, getting her wet and ready.
She moaned slightly as I slid into her fast and hard and furious. I fucked her passionately. I fucked her with all the love I had inside of me, and then I kissed her and held her. I could hear her moaning as she came close to her orgasm, and then I pulled out, flipping her body over and pushing her ass up. I grabbed her hips, pulled her back into me, and slid into her again, reaching underneath her and grabbing her nipples, and pulling as I fucked her some more. She screamed as I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. I knew she was about to come, and I wanted her to know there was nothing better than this, for me at least. And then she erupted, and I could feel myself coming closer and closer to my own orgasm.
I grabbed her hips and slammed her ass back harder and harder until I felt myself erupting inside her, my seed filling her up, and I didn’t care. Finally, I pulled out of her, leaned down on the bed, and kissed the side of her face. She reached up and touched my eyebrows.
“We shouldn’t have done that, Antonio.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t…”
“I wanted you to. I needed you to,” she said. “I love being touched by you. I love being with you. I love the feel of you inside of me.” Her eyes were bleak, and she offered me a half-smile. “But we’re not good for each other, Antonio, and I don’t want to see you again after this.”
My heart broke as I listened to her words. “I love you, Callie. I fucking love you.” She shrugged slightly, and I didn’t know how to respond to that. My heart broke, but I understood where she was coming from. We’d gone through so much, and how could she forgive a man like me, a wolf, a monster? “You deserve a really good guy,” I said. “You deserve the world, and I wish that I could be the one to give it to you. I wish that I could’ve been the man that you deserve. I wish I could’ve been your Prince Charming, riding in on a white horse and saving you from the monster. But I was the monster, huh?”
She pressed her finger against my lips. “No more, Antonio. No more.” She shook her head softly. Her curls cascaded down past her shoulders, and I stared at her beautiful face. I didn’t want to leave this moment. I didn’t ever want to move past this space in time being with her, but I knew I had to.
“I just want you to know: always remember, I will always love you, my little lamb,” I said softly and gave her one last kiss before I got up.
37
Callie
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said to Elisabetta as we stood outside my dad’s front door. “I know you’re nervous.”
“I just don’t know what I’m going to say to him,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, I’m the daughter of the man that kidnapped and raped his wife.”
“You need to stop thinking about it like that, Elisabetta,” I said. “Mama loves you, and I love you. And let’s be real, my dad’s not a saint. You are the most wonderful, beautiful person, and you’re my sister, and I don’t want you to ever think of yourself as less than or…”
“How did I get so lucky?” she said, staring at me, shaking her head.
“What do you mean?” I said, blinking at her in confusion.
“My entire life, I grew up knowing I didn’t really fit in, and I never really had friends or a family or anything. And when I would lie awake late at night, the one thing I would do was pray to God and ask for Him to bring me a best friend,” she said softly, “and He did even better. He brought me a sister and a best friend.”
