His Revenge (Smoke & Mirrors Duet #1)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

LEO

“No matter how large your package is, it doesn't deflect bullets or matters of the heart. ”

W ith a sheen of sweat from the workout today, I was able to exhaust the lust-filled fog of my mental faculties. It took me almost doubling my current workout regime just to get my morning wood to subside. She may be dripping with temptation and sex appeal, but I need to get to know her and what she views for her future before I lose myself in the sweet reprieve that lives between her thighs.

I will take her out to dinner and get to know my fiancée so that next time I make her cum there isn’t a pause where I have to question her allegiance. My feet know where to take me, using every sound from my silent house to locate my future wife. Finding her in the house is going to be the hardest part now that she has unfettered access.

Pages flipping and intermittent sighs are the only sounds leading me to her in the living room. She is curled up on the sectional covered in a soft blanket with a book from the shelf in her room. The unfiltered reactions on her face are doing something to the lump of ice in my chest where my heart used to be. In all the time that I have known her, I have never seen her so relaxed; like she doesn’t have to pretend to be anyone in this moment. Now that I have seen her like this, it is one of my goals that she feels safe enough to relax here with me throughout our lives together.

“Will you go out to dinner with me in around an hour? I would like to spend more time getting to know you,” I ask. I’m hopeful, but I know she could shut the whole idea down. I know I left without much explanation this morning but my common sense went out when I ripped the panties off of her.

“I would love to, my new clothes got delivered today. What should I wear to dinner?” she asks coyly. My Butterfly is attempting to hide a smile from me that shines so bright in her eyes it could blind you. I have never had the chance to see her this happy before in our interactions or in photos.

“You are with me, you can wear whatever makes you happy and if anyone so much as attempts to make you uncomfortable they can find out why I am known as the Angel of Death .” I state, knowing that this could not be more true. No one would dare to make her uncomfortable in front of me. Not if they value their lives, at least. This is our first date night, one of many I hope.

“See you in the living room in an hour, Leo,” she says before going back to her book. I am going to need to ask what she reads so I can stock the shelves in that room for her the way she deserves. Every single person deserves an outlet, and if books are the way my Butterfly finds reprieve then I will fill her library time and time again. When she is ready to part with a book and replace it, I will donate it to our library system to bring others joy. As part of our family legacy we build up our community and ensure that others are able to enrich themselves in a good book.

This is why the detectives are so easy to put on our payroll. We might be the bad guys, but we are better than the scum that we keep at bay. Stepping into my en-suite bathroom, I peel off layer by layer before I step into the shower with images of my Butterfly on my island. Each image goes directly to my cock. The growing erection demands my attention. Remembering the way she tastes on my tongue has me wrapping my fingers around my shaft, stroking myself to the way she screamed my name. Pre-cum covers my hand with every stroke and I need more. More of her pussy and more of her mouth. Putting her smart mouth to good use by filling it up with my dick, pushing myself down her throat before pulling out to allow my bride to breathe again. I think of choking her with my cock and feeling the way her throat constricts on my head until I cannot help but cum. I’m unable to deny the primal urge to bury my cock in her that vibrates in my very bones. Cum spurts from me against the shower wall as I catch my breath.

Rewashing my body to avoid any sticky residue, I hurry out the shower to avoid being late for our dinner. I quickly dress in my signature black suit and button down shirt before I leave my room. Down the hall, I am stopped in my tracks before I even make it to the living room because of her. The black shimmery cocktail dress she is wearing hugs each of the curves of her body showing me her delicate skin. She is wearing wedge heels that make her legs look miles long. My mouth waters at the idea of bending her over and spreading those legs apart instead of going to dinner.

The sounds of my footsteps alert her to my presence and when she turns to face me, I feel my heart physically skip a beat. Her face, accentuated with minimal makeup, lights up as we make eye contact. With the heels she is almost as tall as I am and like a gentleman, I offer her my arm. Walking into the garage toward my black sports car we get comfortable. I hand her the auxiliary cord to pick the music while we are on our way to my family's restaurant. She plays punk music and hums along to the song in peace as we traverse the streets. My shoulders relax as I navigate traffic thinking about our future.

When we enter the restaurant, we bypass the hostess for the private room I have reserved for us. I think she trusts me enough to eat alone with me now that we live together and she is more likely to answer my questions cavalierly if she feels like we have privacy. The bottle of red wine I preselected is on our table with glasses, sealed. Depositing her in her chair we both have our backs to the wall, a habit neither of us are likely to dispose of in time. Our server comes in and places a different family spread set before us than the last time we were here. Dishing up our plates, I nod and dismiss the server so he can go make the money he deserves instead of waiting on us. The door shuts as we dig into the food on our plates before I decide to get to know the woman that I will spend the rest of my life with.

“What is a place that you have always wanted to go?” I ask, knowing that she may not answer me truthfully but that if she does, it will show me a side of her that I cannot know unless she allows it. Every piece to the puzzle that I get about my bride gives me a way to show her how much I can value her as my wife. It isn’t always the grand gestures that women want, sometimes it is as simple as taking something off their plate without being asked, and for others it is paying attention to their likes and dislikes. It’s using the information that you gather about the small things and giving them those small boosts regularly that make the biggest difference in a relationship.

“Honestly, New Orleans for Halloween would be a dream. The cultural aspect and the mystical blend between fantasy and reality is unmatched. I would just be a regular girl who reads vampire books based around the city. Somewhere that my lineage is not as well known,” she answers with red tinging her cheeks. I make a mental note to buy her as many vampire and fiction books based in New Orleans as soon as I could. As soon as I can I will take her on her dream vacation. One where she is not the mafia princess and I am not the Angel of Death . Where she can just be the wife of a man obsessed with her. All of the wonders of the world could be in my view and she would still be the star of my sight.

We continue to eat and chat about what she would do in New Orleans while we finish dinner, and for that hour I forget myself in our conversation. There is no pretense of what and who I am, just a man and a woman making plans for their future. In all reality, our situation will probably contain more violence, but there are no boundaries I won’t push to make her dreams a reality. When we are ready to leave I offer her my arm so we can walk out together. Putting her in the car, I hop into the driver’s seat. We begin the drive home when we pull up to a red light. I look into the car next to us and see the driver pull his mask down with just enough time to push my Butterfly into the seat below the bullet proof exterior.