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There.
That’s what she gives me.
Purpose.
One that’s not dark.
But perfectly noble.
EPILOGUE
Valkyrie
Swimming to the surface, I drag a mouthful of air and prickles assault my skin at the tepid temperature. Iversen doesn’t like it when I swim in the pool without him but I’ve told him it’s good for the baby to do it whenever I can. A smile crosses my lips when I feel it kicking in my belly. It’s still so small, I’m barely showing and nobody but my husband knows I’m pregnant. We’ve decided we’ll spill the good news at dinner tonight.
Getting out of the pool, I wrap a big fluffy towel around me and squeeze droplets out of my hair before walking into the house. Iversen is away for work but he’ll be home anytime and it’s for the best. He gets so worked up whenever I do anything other than adhere to him. If he could pick and choose, he’d probably just carry me around wherever he goes.
Which would be problematic considering he’s not even a soldier anymore. He’s the underboss now and my heart swelled from pride when he was made. My dad’s stepped down and these days, Iversen is the boss’s right hand man.
Humming to myself, I walk up the spiral staircase and into our bedroom. Opening the door, I shriek when something soft and squishy slams me in the face and I gasp. Looking up at the ceiling, my eyes land on Iversen. He’s hanging from a piece of string around his neck and his stuffing’s poking out of his belly.
Putting my hand to my mouth, I breathe, “Who in the world would commit such a horrendous crime?”
“Your very jealous husband,” a voice rasps and I twitch, noticing that Iversen is sitting at the edge of our bed. He’s shirtless and these days he has so many runes, he looks just like the other males in this house. I shiver from how delicious he is but I keep on playing.
“How could you? What did he do to you for you to treat him like this?”
Getting up, my husband stalks over to me with a fixated look in his eyes. “You were giving too much affection to the wrong Iversen. Last night you rolled away from me in the middle of the night and hugged him.”
Pretending to be horrified, I shake my head and Iversen rasps,
“He had it coming. He should’ve known better than to try taking my place.” Stroking my hair from my face he adds, “Now who’s your number one, baby?”
“You,” I purr and he smirks. “It’s always you. I’m crazy about you.”
Iversen’s eyes darken with satisfaction and heat rolls of his powerful body. “Drop the towel.”
Biting my lip, I murmur, “Aren’t you mad I was in the pool?”
Hissing, he shakes his head, “Not when you’re wet and needy.” Snatching the towel from me, his eyes flare when I tremble and he grabs me, lifting me up and pushes me against the door. His eyes roll back and against my lips, he whispers, “I was right. You need your male, baby...”
“You know I do,” I moan, “I need my male.” And he slants his hot lips over mine and they’re the only lips I’ve ever kissed and ever will kiss. We may be members of the mob but our love...our violent love is what matters the most.
The End
The Mobster’s Wife
1.
John
Wake up, husband. Please, for me...
Eyes flaring, I gasp in shock and look around in confusion. Panting heavily, it takes me a while to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I’m strapped to a bed, a needle buried in the vein of my arm and my hip aches like a motherfucker. Lights blink over my body, hurting my eyes and the smell of rubbing alcohol and floor polish hurts my head.
Groaning, I try to stir when I catch a movement in the corner.
“Lay still,” a plump, middle aged nurse calls. Running over to me, she checks my vitals while I blink and struggle to speak. “My name’s Hilma,” the nurse murmurs, “and you just hold on tight until doc comes.” A minute later a doctor runs inside the room. He does a quick, impatient examination and I frown in anger when he shines a small flashlight into my eyes.
