Chapter 5

While Fabian prepared our escape, I was waiting for the serum to finish. I feel footsteps approaching the door, and a nurse enters who seems a bit suspicious. She quickly takes out a liquid from her pocket, so I take the opportunity while she turns around and removes the IV from my arm, hiding it under the sheet.

"What do you want? Who are you?" I ask.

"I am the reckoning, or rather, your angel of death," she replies.

"You crazy woman!" I start shouting.

We engage in a brief struggle until the security guards arrive and manage to restrain her. DOM promised that nothing would happen to me, and now look at what's happening. I was nearly killed by a woman who was probably sent by him. That was the last straw. I manage to leave the hospital and go to find Fabian before DOM and my brothers hear about what happened.

"I was scared by your call. What happened? Who was that woman?" Fabian asks, concerned.

"I have no idea. She said she was my reckoning, probably some crazy person infatuated with Morgan," I replied.

"Thank God nothing happened to you."

"Yes, did you figure out a way for us to get to Texas without being followed? I need to get out of here," I say, worried.

"Yes, I rented a car. It will be a tiring journey, but in 3 hours, we'll be at Owen's place."

"Thank you for being with me in all this. I don't know what I would do without you."

"I wonder the same," she says sarcastically.

The journey was indeed exhausting. It was already dark, and we hadn't reached Owen's place yet, so we decided to take a short break at a nice little bar. I needed a drink to clear my thoughts; it wasn't easy. After being promised to the Mafioso, I ended up on the verge of becoming a widow. How was that even possible? My thoughts weren't in the right place; I found myself talking to myself with the voices in my head.

We chose a table in front of the karaoke, and the magic of the place was captivating. After four glasses of gin and a bottle of whiskey, Fabian and I dared to sing. I started dancing while singing, wearing a mini skirt and a belly-revealing blouse, momentarily forgetting the misery surrounding me. The men in the bar applauded and admired us.

"Friend, it's getting late, and we've had enough to drink. Let's go to your brother's place. We'll be there in half an hour," Fabian suggested.

"I had so much fun; I could stay here all night," I replied.

"Only if you want these wolves to devour us. Look at those men eyeing us," she said sarcastically.

"I wish I could be adorned, preferably by DOM," I blurted out, saying nonsense while drunk.

"Look at her! She's running away from that Greek god but wants to be devoured by him," she laughed.

"Did I say that? Oh my God, let's go, friend. That was the alcohol talking."

Half an hour later, we arrived at Owen's place. He offered me a cup of bitter coffee to help me sober up.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"A little unhappy. I miss you so much, and Jack and Daniel don't respect me; they got me into this mess."

"I'm horrified to hear everything they've done. It's good that Morgan punched Jack; someone had to show him his limits."

"Somebody had to," I said, laughing.

"Forgive me for not being around all these years, but the Mafia wouldn't accept a gay son."

"Don't talk nonsense. They might not accept you, but I will always love you, my dear," I said, hugging him tightly.

"And I love you too. I'm happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you too."

"I don't want to rush you; take all the time you need. But what do you intend to do about Morgan?"

"I intend to stay with you until I get myself settled. I don't want to marry; we had a good time together, and I even considered something more, but I came to my senses. Being a mafia wife is not in my plans."

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Maybe Fabian went out, and we didn't notice?"

"No, she's sleeping."

"I'll be right back; let me see who it is."

When Owen opens the door, I see Morgan. His expressions are far from pleasant; he stares at me with fury.

"Good evening, who are you?"

"DOM Morgan, your sister's fiancé."

Morgan enters the house.

"You can come in and make yourself at home," Owen says sarcastically.

"Laura, I'll be in my room. Give me a shout if you need anything."

"Don't worry; I'll scream," I reply.

Owen leaves.

"You've crossed the line," Morgan says sternly.

"Are you expecting an apology and begging for mercy?" I retort.

His expression darkens, and he glares at me.

"Not enough that you nearly killed a woman, ran away, and danced on a stage. Now you're poking the bear," he murmurs.

"You're following me too now? Your eyes are like the all-seeing eyes of God," I say, being ironic.

"This is not the time for your jokes," he says, clearly irritated.

I turn to face him; he stares at me intensely, his eyes wandering all over my body. I notice him clenching his jaw and then looking back at me. Think, Laura, think!

"I missed you," I say.

He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not foolish, Laura. I won't let you manipulate me with pretty words."

I walk toward him and stand in front of him. "I'm not lying," I say.

"Of course you are. You're trying to manipulate me," he says.

"My body misses yours," I murmur in a husky voice.

He clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath.

The tension between us is palpable, and it's clear that our connection is still strong despite everything that has happened between us.

" Laura, I'm not stupid."

"I'll prove it to you," I say.

I eliminate the remaining distance between us by wrapping my hands around his neck, and he stares at me without averting his gaze. I pull his face towards mine, and we immediately share a passionate kiss. His hands descend to my buttocks, pressing my body against his. I could feel his erection against my belly; his kisses were intense, needy, and scorching hot. His hands squeeze my buttocks, and the other one caresses my breast over my blouse, warming my body with his touch. I break our lips apart and take a few steps back. He looks puzzled at me.

I take off my jacket without taking my eyes off him, then I grab the edge of my skirt and slide it over my head, tossing it onto the sink. I'm now standing there in only red lace lingerie. Likewise, I look back at him, and he stares at me seriously.

"Laura Lancellotti," he says, advancing rapidly towards me. He reaches for my hair and pulls me towards him, passionately kissing me in a captivating, wild, and intense way that leaves me lost at the moment. His other hand squeezes my buttocks as he guides me until my back presses against the cold wall.

"Damn witch!" he murmurs against my lips.

I smile and place my hands on his jacket, removing it and tossing it on the nearby armchair. Then, I unbutton his shirt and, without taking my eyes off him, I remove it from his strong arms. I run my hands over his chest and gently down his perfect abdomen, making him shiver at my touch. I lean in and start kissing his neck.

"This time, I won't go easy on you," he says, holding my hair.

"That's fine; I can handle it," I reply softly. His expression darkens.

He turns me around so that my back faces him. His hand squeezes my breast over the bra, and the other one descends to my intimate area, sliding beneath the edge of my pants, stimulating my clitoris, and making me arch my back, begging for more of his touch. While he's kissing my neck, I'm grateful that the music is loud enough to muffle some of the moans he's causing me to release. He increases the movements of his finger, and I'm getting closer to climaxing.

"Are you enjoying this?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes. Keep going," I reply.

He takes off my bra, leaving my breasts exposed, and he fondles them.

"Lean against the wall and spread your legs; you're not going to climax just yet," he says, giving me a hard slap on the buttocks.

"Ouch," I say softly, my breathing heavy.

He smiles and helps me lean against the wall. My breasts press against the cold surface, sending shivers through my body. I watch him as he kneels and removes my panties from my feet, spreading my legs apart.