Chapter 13

Ihave been staring at her for the last twenty minutes, just watching her sleep. I wore her out and though I am not apologizing for it, I worry I might have taken it too far.

Her body is splayed out on the bed, the sheet having moved leaving her naked and covered in bruises. I lean and kiss her back before getting up to get dressed. We landed in Miami a half hour ago, but I couldn"t bring myself to wake her. Knock. Knock. Before I can even say what, the door opens and the head of the stewardess pops in.

"Get the fuck out!" I shout at her. I look toward my wife, and she is still out. I pull on my pants, not worrying about a shirt and walk out of the room.

"I'm so sorry…"

"Don't you ever walk into that room when my wife is onboard this plane, do you understand?" I know I should calm down, but the thought of anyone, woman or not seeing her like that, naked and sound asleep, makes me see red.

"Yes. I apologize. I just didn't know if you were awake and knew we had landed." My anger begins to subside because of course that is why she was coming there. I never thought it was for a different reason. I think that my possessiveness has gotten worse now that I have been inside of her.

"Thank you. You can disembark. I will see to everything else. Have a good night." I tell her feeling like a little bit of an asshole but not by much.

Walking back into the bedroom, I go through her suitcase and pull out the forest green jumper and gold sandals. I place it on the bed beside her nude panties and bra and wake her.

My lips move all over her face and back as I whisper her name and rub her body. My cock jumps looking at the evidence that I have taken her and now I own her. I should feel like a monster, less than a man seeing the bruises and bite marks on her skin, but I feel anything but. I feel empowered. I feel lucky. I feel hunger. That first session just whetted my appetite. It showed the start of what she can take. There is plenty more where that came from. "Angel, you have to wake up," I whisper in her ear before pinching her ass.

"Mmm. Go away. I need sleep," she groans, putting a pillow over her head. Chuckling, I drop to my knees and spread her legs. I know she can feel me because her body begins to wake up. She widens her legs a little more and moans when my tongue takes a swipe through her swollen lips. "Lar," she moans trying to move. I hold her down and lick more of her cream hoping it helps with the swelling and pain.

"You taste like mine, baby." Her hands grip my hair, and she pushes her pussy into my face. Smiling against her clit, take one last swipe and stand up.

"What...no? Why'd you stop?" She asks, rolling over on her back. Christ. My entire body reacts to her beauty.

"If you want more of that, we have to get off this plane, baby." She frowns and throws her arms over her eyes, but then looks at me and nods her head.

"Fine." I help her out of the bed, pulling her into my arms. My hands go to her ass like it automatically and I lean down and kiss her swollen lips. I can't help but look into her gorgeous eyes and for the first time I notice they have grown darker since she has been with me. A tinge of guilt washes over me before it is replaced with complete devotion.

"I love you, Satine. I love you like the heart I need to beat. I just need you to know that." Her arms tighten around my neck, and she pulls me down toward her mouth. It is amazing how this tiny thing manages to make me succumb to her.

"I can feel it, Larabee. I can feel your love, your need, your devotion and your hunger. I feel it all and all of it, I am soaking up. You didn't scare me, babe. You liberated me." Damn this girl. "Now, let me get dressed so you can show me my new home."

I watch her smile when she sees what I picked for her to wear. I leave the room so she can get dressed because all I want to do is devour her again. Instead I put all of the stuff into the waiting car.

"All set," she says, walking out looking like a dream.

"You look gorgeous, love. Come. Let's go home."

Still worn out, my angel falls asleep on my shoulder. I think I even detect a cute little snore from her. I haven't smiled this much since…well never. For as hard as I am this little thing has me feeling less like a monster and more like a warrior that likes control.

"We're here sir," Notrie, my driver, says from the front of the car. My eyes meet him in the mirror, and he nods his head. We just finished a conversation once she passed out about how he is going to be her security and I am trusting him to pick his best to help him guard her.

I met Notrie ten years ago when I killed my father. He was a mercenary sent to rescue a shipment of kidnapped girls and return them to U.S. customs to be transported from there. He was in my father's house carrying out the orders when he saw me and drew his gun on me. I told him who I was and what I was there for, and he nodded his head.

Once that was over, we kept in touch over one job or another before Giulia found me and I became the one-man recovery team. She would have assigned me a team, but I work best alone.

One day Notrie called me and told me some from his team had betrayed him. He burned them all not knowing who it was. I told him what I was doing and offered him a place with me. He took but he had one condition, he wanted to be my number two who was masked as my driver. That stems from his trust issues. I get it. So I told him okay and the rest is history.

Kissing the side of her head I wake her gently, not wanting her to startle. "Baby, wake up. We are here, Piccola." She shifts slightly rubbing her face against my shirt. So fucking adorable. "Can you walk, angel, or do you need me to carry you?" Half asleep she raises her pouty mouth to mine and reaches up for a kiss. I make it chaste as possible because any more than that and Notrie will be asked to vacate the car.

"No, I can walk," she says, her voice still raspy and sexy as fuck.

"Alright then, let's go. She moves to open the door, but I grip her other wrist. She looks at me shocked and not sure what she did. I should reassure her, but I need her to know how serious I am about this. "Never open the door, yourself. You either wait for me to come out first and tell you it is safe, or you look at him." I accentuate pointing to the front of the car. "This is Notrie. He is going to be in charge of your security. When he assembles your team, you will be introduced to them. Until then, it will be either him or me. Do you understand?" She puts her head down, a single tear falling from her eye at my reprimand and although my heart feels like an asshole, the protector in me and the man who would die without her now, will not be made to feel guilty.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Okay now she sounds like a tortured puppy. That shit fuck with me. Slowly I lift her head, so she is looking at me.

"I am not angry with you, Piccola. I just need you to know how serious your safety is to me. It would either kill me or send me to the electric chair if something happened to you. Okay?" I see a hint of a smile and then she nods her head.

"Well, can't have you dying can we?" The joke takes me by surprise, but it also sends my head roaring back in laughter.

"No, we can"t angel. Alright let's go."

We walk hand in hand up to the door. I stop when I feel her hand trembling in mine. I take a second to hold her face. "Are you sure it is going to be okay?" she asks, biting her lip.

"Are you doubting your husband already angel?" I ask it with a smile on my face. She smirks and shakes her head.

"No. I'm sorry. I just… I just don't want anything to happen." I know what she is not saying. She doesn"t want anything happening to me. Hell, neither do I.

Once she has calmed down, I ring the bell that would normally walk through, but it doesn't seem the same now. We wait a few minutes and then the door is opened by Aurora, the lady of Miami and this house. She is giving me the ‘now you stepped in it' look like a big sister would give and to be honest, she is my sister, even though it is not by blood.

"Aurora." She frowns at me because she is not used to me being so formal with her.

"Cain." I try to stop the smirk from the name she calls me. She says I am like Hollow Man, because I can get in and out of places without being seen. "And who is this?" She knows who she is, but she wants me to tell her.

"Asesina, this is my wife, Satine." Her eyes get big when I call her my wife. She wasn't expecting that. "Angel, this is my sister by choice, Aurora. Suddenly a little toddler comes up beside her and Aurora puts her hand on the baby's head. "And this little bug is Star." I lean down and pick up my little niece, tickling her tummy.

"Unc B." That's what she calls me. She can't say my whole name yet.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you both," Satine says, rubbing the cheeks of Star and smiling at pregnant Aurora.

"Well, you both come on in. Cain, why don't you go into the parlor. I think it is best for her to stay out here at first." I knew this was a possibility, but everything in me is revolting against this idea but the truth is, I am outnumbered in this house and as fond as Aurora and I are of one another, she wouldn't hesitate if it was an order. So, instead turn to my love and make her look at me.

"Lar... I thought you said it would be okay? Why can't I come with you? Please just take me with you," she begs, fear is written all over her face, it is ripping my chest out. I look at Aurora who is looking at her with compassion and I silently ask her to help me.

"Sweetie, I am sure it is just a formality. In this world, when you don't follow orders you have to account for them. But, seeing as how he wifed you, I am pretty sure all will be well. Now, why don't you come with me and let"s get some tea. That"s all I can have with this little boy in my stomach."

I want to pull Satine in my arms but if I touch her I won"t be able to do what I have to. Instead when he looks back at me, I smile and wink at her before turning and walking to the door. I don"t knock because I don't want them to sense insecurity in me. Instead I walk in and take a stroll to the bar cart. I fix myself a finger and sit in the chair with my back to the wall. It isn't until I am settled that I see Giulia sitting in the chair next to Quan. Fuck.

"You insult me by sitting with your back to the wall. Do you think so little of me that you believe I would slice your head off behind your back?" Shit.

"I know better than that, Boss. I was simply…"

"You were trying to calculate the best route out if you needed to take me out, no?" I don't bother responding because she knows the game.

"So, Larabee. I assume you are ready to discuss your proposition?" I nod my head, throwing back the scotch. "I'm listening." Alright. So no shit.

"I brought her here as a formality so you can see she is fine before I take her home. My home." That statement is met with silence, but in my peripheral vision, I see Giulia's hand rubbing the handle of her sword.

"Is that so? And what makes you think this would be okay with me?" Giulia is tapping her nails on the still end of her weapon and in my mind I am feeling for mine. I have a gun at my back and one in the front under my shirt.

"It no longer matters if it is okay with you or not. She is now my wife. Discussion over. I have shocked him, and I see it because he stands and pulls his gun from his back. I don't hold my hands up or move a muscle. If he kills me right now, Satine will be taken care of and in the end, that is all that matters.

"She's what?" He cocks the gun back and I stand in my position.

"Hold on boys. Everyone calm down," Giulia says, standing up. "Let's all take one deep breath." Quan lowers his weapon, but he doesn't put it down. "Are you telling us you married her, LB?"

"I did." She says nothing before breaking out in laughter and hitting me on the back.

"Well shit, LB. I knew you were the man I thought you were." Quan and I both have the look of surprise on our faces. Me because I have not seen her laugh before. I am sure she does with her husband and children, but not with us. Quan Looks at her like she has lost her mind.

"Am I missing something?" he asks, clearly pissed.

"No. It"s just any man worth his salt who disobeys orders even though that could get him killed, wouldn't dishonor the woman he loves by not bringing her to her family without making her an honest woman." On the inside I sag with relief that she understands. "You know what you did was fucked up, right?"

"I do boss. But I could not take the chance that she would be taken from me."

"I get it. Well, it's done. They are married. In the eyes of this family, that makes the rest squashed. Are we clear?" She looks to Quan who nods his head still peeved and shooting warnings at me. "It also makes you both family. Now, where is the bride in question?"

My fucking hand shakes when I put it on the knob to walk out of the room Once the door is closed and I am alone, I take a moment, put my hands against the wall and my head down before taking a deep breath. I don't want to go to her all jacked up and shit. I don't want her to be alarmed.

"Scary not knowing if the life you just got to hold will be taken from you, huh?' I turn to look at Rocca.

"Yeah. Tell me about it."

"You have something to live for now, LB. It fucks with you." I nod my head because that is just it. I have faced many men with all sorts of weapons pointed at me, but nothing has ever made me rethink my life, but I would be a liar if I didn't admit that knowing I just got her, had my heart beating like a workout junkie. "Want some advice?"

"Please." I need all the advice I can get.

"Remind yourself that if your head is not in it, you won't come home to your family. To the love of your life. Make smarter, less reckless choices. The end game is to get home, LB." Truer words have never been spoken.

"Thanks man." He pats me on the back before walking away. Damn. Now, I am going to get my woman.