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“Marco,” she pants, as I rock into her, over and over, harder and faster, feeling her sex clench, feeling her body tremor and her hands grabbing onto me, around my neck hanging on for dear life.
“Fuck, Frankie,” I moan into her lips, my hands grip her hips, my lips continue to devour hers, my cock hard, strong and pushing into her.
“Marco...” Her head drops back onto the bed, her neck exposed, her pleasure palpable. Her ecstasy is my undoing, and I feel my orgasm stretch up from the base of my spine as my balls tighten, and I thrust into her hard, one last time before I lose myself inside her and give her everything. Everything I have and everything I am.
28
Frankie
As the sun rises and the bright rays flow in through my bedroom window, the ring on my finger catches the light and it sparkles brighter than any star in the sky. I’m tired, my body is aching, in a good way, thanks to the man who is still sleeping soundly beside me. I look at him and watch him as his eyes are closed and his broad chest rises and falls with his slow, deep breaths.
In between our feverish love making last night, Marco told me everything. How he and his brothers flew to New York to speak to Sebastian at his club. What today will involve, what to expect for our wedding and how we are going to live our life together moving forward. He has really thought of everything, from every angle, and has everything planned. I can’t believe they all flew to see Sebastian last night, and I am so glad I didn’t know about it in advance because I think I may have had heart failure had I known. It was so incredibly stupid but also incredibly brave. That act alone shows me how much Marco wants to be with me, and I am so relieved that it all went well.
I am still extremely apprehensive. There is so much danger that swirls around me and after today, after we are married, that will envelop Marco and his family too. But Marco is standing firm. He wants me, he wants all of me, and that includes the danger that I bring to him and his family.
“We need to get up and go to the family mansion and get married, baby,” Marco says from beside me in a gravelly voice, indicating that he has just woken up. His eyes slowly open and a large grin takes over his face as his hands reach for me underneath the blankets and encase my waist before he pulls me closer to him.
It is a big day. Not just my wedding day but a day where I become one with someone else, and by that one action, create what is certainly going to be a lot of turmoil and anger once papa finds out. Because he will. Although we will try to keep it all quiet and not make a big fanfare of it, it really is only a matter of time, because I know papa will never give up looking for me.
We plan to carry on life as normally as possible for the time being. After today, I will be moving in with Marco to his apartment, and I couldn’t be more excited. He has increased his security, and Sebastian, I am sure, will continue to monitor me as well. But I have faith in Marco being able to protect us both. While our life won't be normal by any means, we will be together and that is what we both want.
I stretch out my body, and Marco takes advantage of this and cups my core, teasing me with his magic fingers, and as much as I want to be with him again this morning, I am acutely aware of the time. I roll over on top of him, my body chest to chest with his, and I kiss him good morning, before I continue to roll off the bed and pull him up.
He jumps up and chases me into the bathroom, the both of us giggling, and we shower together, washing each other, caressing each other and not wanting our perfect bubble to pop. We stay in the shower until the water starts to run cold and then dry each other, not able to stop touching one another.
I pack a small bag of things I will need for the next week or so, while Marco, now fully dressed, is checking his emails and making a few short calls. Once finished, he grabs my bag in one hand and takes my hand in the other and we leave the apartment. Before I close the door, I take a quick look back and take in the space. This small but cozy space has been my haven for so long, and now a new chapter begins.
We meet Jake outside in the hallway, where he has been positioned all night. I wonder how he can function on having no sleep. But he looks as switched on as he does at any other part of the day, and I think he must be one of those military men who are conditioned to the environment. They can survive on little to no sleep for a long time and function and focus with precision. He would make an amazing mob soldier of that I am sure. Jake gives me a hug in congratulations and shakes Marco’s hand, and the feeling of family and camaraderie runs deep. I am excited to be a part of it.
The three of us walk down the stairs to the front door of my building. Jake exits first, and then Marco and I, him staying close to me. As we step outside, a black Escalade pulls up to the curb and takes off with us inside it just seconds later. The whole process takes less than five seconds for anyone who is watching us, and it is done with extreme precision, letting me know that Marco has planned all this to the very last detail.
We drive to his family mansion which is not close, but it is still early so we miss a lot of the usual traffic. Marco holds my hand in the back and we both sit silently, thinking about the events of today. I have excitement running through my veins that this is actually my wedding day, and I get to marry the man I love. This feeling is coupled with a sense of fear that what we are doing is going to have serious consequences, on us and the people around us.
I am lost in my thoughts, when Marco squeezes my hand. “We’re here, baby,” he says, and I look out the front window in time to see large gates opening and security all around. My heart jumps into my throat, and I swallow the ball of tension that suddenly appears. The guards and security are all dressed in black, they have on bulletproof vests and have multiple guns at their waist. They look extremely professional and scary. They make this all too real, and the fact I need all this security just to get married to the love of my life makes me sad. I school my thoughts and features because I feel like hiding under the covers like a little child, but instead as a woman I need to face this all head on.
The car pulls up to the front of the house, and I see Marco’s brothers, Shaun and Stephen, waiting at the front door. It is then that it all hits me. The realization of what they all have done. It is not only Marco and I that have put our life on the line, but his brothers and their families too. My heart races and my breaths quicken, and I close my eyes trying to remain calm. Their support is something I will never forget for the rest of my life, no matter how long or short my life may be.
Marco steps out of the car and reaches back, extending his hand to me. I grip onto his hand with mine and step out of the car and together we walk to the front door.
“Frankie,” Shaun says and then gives me a big hug. Tears prick my eyes at the warm gesture as I am engulfed in his embrace. Stephen does the same and then we follow them inside to the main foyer of this massive house where there are about ten people milling around in the large foyer.
The mansion is stunning and well furnished, with amazing art on the walls, marble floors and elegant decor all around. This is his mother’s house, his family home, where he grew up, and it is beautiful. I look around trying to calm my racing pulse.
Looking over to the boys, Marco, Jake, Shaun and Stephen they all look cool, calm, and collected in their stance, Each of them is talking through what I can only assume is a variety of issues relating to our safety today and what is going to happen.
I continue to look around the space and my eyes land on my biggest supporter.
“Sebastian!” I shout and run to him, jumping into his arms, so relieved and feeling immense joy that he is actually here for my day. He hugs me tight in return and we have a silent moment, both of us holding the other in what can only be described as joy and love mixed with extreme trepidation because while it is an amazing occasion, there is no history that we can draw on of this ever happening in the mob. We are breaking new ground and we both feel it.
“Diletto,” I hear softly beside me, and I look and see Alf and Sofia, and I begin to softly cry at the family support I have here. I hug them both and the four of us, my family, stand close to each other, speaking in hushed tones using Italian because there is a lot to say at this moment.
I pull away from our conversation briefly, and I see Marco and his three brothers plus another woman, whom I assume is his mother, standing all looking at us. Sebastian stands to his full height, his eyes evil as he looks over them, and I slap him on the arm in a way only siblings do. He softens his stance and his gaze, and to my amazement actually starts to smile.
“Baby,” Marco says, coming up to me. “I want to introduce you to my mother, Margaret. Mo,m this is Frankie,” he says, and I feel nerves rising in my stomach. I have never met a mother before, not one that is going to be my mother-in-law anyway.
“Oh, you are just as beautiful as Marco says you are, dear,” she says, stepping closer to me and engulfing me in a warm hug. I am caught off guard, and I notice Sebastian stifling a laugh. Sofia and Alf are still on guard and cautious. This type of affection is entirely new to me, so I gently pat her on the back, not sure what else to do. It is not something I got from my own mother, and it all feels a little awkward.
“It is lovely to meet you too,” I say in return and she squeezes my hand as she pulls back and looks at me.
