After my father had left and Riggs had taken Maria to stay with Lauren, it was just the three of us. Anthony bought a car seat for Luca, packed us up and we headed out on the road. We had to leave the summerhouse in case anyone had followed my father there. Now we were in one of his safe houses tucked close to the Canadian border. It had been a week since the shoot-out, seven days since I shot and killed a man. I reminded myself each day I woke, what a horrible person I was, but I was still able to function.
I didn’t know what the proper etiquette was for killing someone, my father never looked torn up by it, and maybe I really was the spawn of the devil. Like my dad, I put on the face, went through the motions, and even though my mind would wander to the memory of Rico lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I pushed it aside. I wasn’t remorseful for taking his life but it bothered me that what I did affected my sister. There was a difference between me and the devil, my dad never cared about consequences, it didn’t matter who he killed or who he hurt. Every pull of his trigger was a reflection on us and that was never a thought in his mind.
I killed Rico because he was going to kill Anthony. I’ll never be sorry for saving the man I love and if I had to do it all over again, I would without hesitation. However, I hate that Rico was tied to my sister. I hate I’m the cause of any of the hurt she may be feeling. I hate that seven days have come and gone and I still have yet to speak to Nikki or apologize for what I’ve done.
I wasn’t sure if we were on the run or simply traveling but whatever you want to call it; it wasn’t easy doing it with a toddler. Since we arrived at the house, Anthony must have made a dozen trips to Babies R Us buying all the things that Luca needed. The house was like a real home and not a safe house. I could get used to this life we were living, pretending to the world we were a family. I had to remind myself that it was all just temporary. When we got back to our normal lives Anthony would go his way, and I’d go mine, just like always. It was never permanent. There was always one reason or another that we could never be a family, something lurking around every corner that always managed to ruin things for us.
I turned over on my back and glanced to the left of me where Anthony lay on his stomach sleeping. He was always such a restless sleeper, taking up most of the bed and the sheets but tonight he had mixed the sheets all together. He slept in the nude with the pillow over his head. My eyes scanned the length of his body, traveling over the sinewy muscles to the beautiful tattoo that spanned across his entire back. I sat up leaning over him and traced the A with my index finger.
“It’s not going to disappear,” he mumbled under the pillow. I reached up and pulled the pillow from his head as he lifted his head slightly and glanced over his shoulder at me.
“Are you sure?” I asked sarcastically, chucking the pillow across the room and untangling the sheets from my body. I threw one leg over his body and straddled him, my naked body taking a seat on top of his tight ass. I leaned forward and heard him moan as my hands worked his shoulders and slid down the cords of his back as I stared at the art that decorated his skin.
“I might want one,” I whispered, running my hands back up his back and leaned over his body, pressing my mouth to his ear. “What do you think?”
“It’s your body and you should do whatever makes you happy,” he mumbled.
“Where should I get it?” I asked, trailing kisses down his neck. “I was thinking my hip.”
He reached behind him and grabbed my wrist, pulling me off him and changing positions. My back fell into the mattress and his body covered mine. His hooded eyes pierced mine as his fingers dug into my hips.
“Which hip?” He asked huskily.
“I didn’t get that far,” I said before biting my lip and arching my hips only for him to push back.
His body started to move, inching lower until his mouth was level with my hips finally kissing each hip, his teeth grazing my flesh. His lips inching lower, teetering towards the part of my body he owned.
“All for you getting ink, Reese’s.” He lifted his head from my body, spreading my legs wide and then met my gaze. “As long as no man goes where I’m about to,” he groaned as his fingers moved further down towards the lips of my pussy. “You should make that tattoo a little higher and not so close to this,” he said, lifting his finger to my mouth. I lifted my head from the pillow and wrapped my lips around his finger, taking his digit into my mouth and sucking before pulling my mouth off with a pop. He cursed underneath his breath before tracing the seam of pussy with his wet finger.
“Anthony…” I hissed, my hips lifting off the mattress at his touch. “Don’t tease me,” I demanded as he plunged one finger inside of me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
His finger left me and he leaned back on his haunches watching me, lifting his hand to his mouth sucking hungrily on his fingers that held my juices.
His eyes changed from their usual blue color to a stormy mix of gray as they bore into me. It was amazing how one look from him set my body off, making me tremble with need.