Page 231 of Vicious Intentions
I wanted to comfort her, but I never got the chance.
“Turn here, Matteo. Now!” Anna shouted at the top of her lungs, grabbing the wheel and swerving it hard enough for us to veer into a tunnel.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, waiting for someone to catch us, but Anna no longer looked worried.
“It’s done now,” she said, looking exhausted. “It’s done.”
It wasn’t until we drove past Detroit, crossed the Canadian border into Windsor using the fake passports hidden in the glovecompartment, and checked into a motel in Ontario that I finally understood the full scope of what had unfolded that night.
Anna’s siblings had thought of everything. The backpacks hidden in the trunk were filled with clothes, fake identities, and enough American and Canadian cash to help us disappear for good. And when I searched online for news of what had happened to us, everything became even clearer.
As far as the world was concerned, Anna and I had died in a horrific car accident. One where our vehicle had plunged nose-first into the Chicago River.
When the Romanos set their minds on something, they don’t do things halfway.
Safe to say, this was not the ending I expected.
I knew the moment I stepped onto their turf that I had signed my own death warrant. I knew Marcello couldn’t keep me alive. The Outfit would’ve demanded my head for the war I started.
But Marcello also knew killing me wasn’t an option. Not when it would destroy his sister in the process.
So he came up with an alternative that satisfied both sides.
The Outfit got their death.
And Anna got to spend the rest of her life with me.
All things considered, it wasn’t a bad trade.
If I had known all I had to do was die to get the girl, I would’ve done it sooner.
Ever since then, we’d been on the run, making sure not to stay in one place for too long while knowing Nome was the destination we needed to reach six months later. We’d spent the better part of the last month moving through different parts of Alaska, and though most people would probably consider it a frozen prison, Anna and I felt like we were standing at the edge of the world. One filled with promise and hope.
Stella hadn’t told Annamaria exactly where to find her once we got there, though. But last night, there had been a message waiting for us at our hotel. One instructing us to be at this airstrip at exactly seven o’clock.
“What time is it again?” Anna shivers, rubbing her gloved hands over her arms.
“Ten to seven, sweetheart. Just five minutes later than the last time you asked me,” I tease, pulling her into my arms to warm her up.
“Sorry,” she sighs. “I’m just excited. I haven’t seen any of my siblings in so long. I guess I’m a little anxious.”
My smile softens with sadness. “You know after today, it might be a while before you see them again. If ever.”
“I know,” she laments, her shoulders slumping slightly. “But I have hope that won’t be the case. We’ll see the people we love again eventually, even if all we get are a few stolen moments here and there.”
My heart swells at the absolute faith she has that everything will somehow work out. That we’ll live a rich, abundant life filled with love. There’s no room for doubt in her mind, and her optimism coaxes my own back to life.
“I love you, you know that?” I whisper, running my nose along hers.
“You’d better. My family went to a lot of trouble to keep us together.” She giggles.
“Oh, I know,” I chuckle. “And I’ll repay them for that kindness by loving you every day for as long as I live and breathe. You’ll never get rid of me now.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” she smiles widely, rising onto her tiptoes to press her lips against mine.
Suddenly, the cold chill does nothing to temper the heat burning through me from just one kiss. And when my Anna invades my mouth with her tongue, every limb in my bodyfeels like it’s springing to life. And by the way her hand presses against my hardening cock, the little vixen knows exactly what her kiss just started.
“Careful, wife,” I groan as I break our kiss and start nipping at her chin, peppering her long, slender neck with little licks and bites. “Stella should be arriving any minute now. You don’t want the first thing she sees to be you bent over my truck’s hood while I take you from behind.”
