Page 46 of Vow to Me

Izzy stares at the ring, it’s a three-carat diamond ring on a white gold band. But the thing that makes ither?There are tiny diamonds nestled around the large one in the middle, made to look like a crown.

She is my queen, after all.

“It’s perfect,” she whispers, and I smile, relieved that she likes it since I had no fucking clue what I was doing that day as I explained my vision to the jeweler, only hoping that he could make my vision come to life.

“You’re perfect, baby.” That word doesn’t even begin to describe her, but it’s the best I can voice. It’s like she was made for me, she fits my jagged edges perfectly and brings light into my previously gray life.

Izzy brings her lips back to mine and shifts so that she can undo the zip on my shorts, I lift us both up as I help her pull them down and my cock springs out. I’ve been hard since the moment I pulled her onto my lap, but I wasn’t going to ruin the moment by trying to fuck her. Seems like she has other ideas. I run my hand up her leg and find her pussy bare and already ready for me.

Fuck, she hasn’t been wearing anything under this dress all fucking day.

She probably removed them while I was avoiding her as an act of rebellion.My little demon.

I shift and slowly sink inside her I start to thrust up into her, but she puts her hands on my shoulders to stop me and takes control. She rides me slowly while we continue kissing under the night sky, shrouded in candlelight. It’s passionate, it’s loving, it’s intimate, it’s everything.

It’s the complete opposite of how we usually have sex, we both like our sex rough and hard but this just feels so fucking right in this moment.

Her walls clamp down and I can tell she’s on the edge, I bring my thumb to her clit and rub small circles around the bundle of nerves. She lets out a long, throaty moan as she finds her release and it’s the most fucking beautiful sound that I’ve ever heard. Her movements stutter because she’s so lost in her pleasure and I grab onto her hips so I can help her keep her balance while I thrust up into her, it only takes a couple of seconds until I’m groaning into her mouth as I fill her with my cum.

“Ti amo,” I whisper into her hair as I hold her to my chest. I don’t want to ever let her go, I want to freeze us in this moment forever, sat under the stars with my girl in my arms seems pretty much like peace to me. Only I can’t freeze this moment, we have reality waiting for us once we land back in New York tomorrow.

“Ti amo tanto.”

We've been home for four days, and all I want to do is kidnap Izzy and drag her back to the island, away from other people and away from our responsibilities. I’ve hardly seen her these past few days; I’ve been too busy catching up on everything I missed while we were away. The only time I’ve had with her is on a night where I’ve fucked her into a slumber then held her in my arms as we both slept.

Luckily, I didn’t miss much while we were on the island, just the usual shipments and day-to-day business. Marco met with the Irish without me since we rushed out the last time we met with him. The only interesting thing that happened was Muñoz finally came out of the woodwork and contacted my dad for a meeting. We’re on our way there now to meet him at a restaurant in neutral territory.

We’re taking five SUV’s full of men with us because while it’s likely the bastard won’t try anything; we’d rather be on the safe side in case he does. We pull up in front of the restaurant and me, Dad and Marco file out of the car. We opted to not bring Enzo on the off chance he flipped and shot the place up at the sight of Muñoz.

“Bet you wished you’d stayed in bed with your wife, huh?” Marco says with a raised brow, and it takes me by surprise seeing the emotion in his eyes, there’s something that looks a lot like regret flash across his face before he masks it and I give him a nod but don’t verbally respond, too confused by the exchange to voice it.

We walk into the building, and I scan the inside for threats. The asshole we’ve been at war with for the better part of the last year is sat at a table in the corner casually sipping from a glass of whiskey, he has two men stood behind him and I spot another four dotted around the room that are trying—and failing—to blend in.

The three of us walk over and take a seat at the table, our men know to surround the perimeter in case something goes down.

He swallows a gulp of his drink and clears his throat.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” he says in his thick Spanish accent and looks between the three of us before settling his gaze on our father.

“Why are we here Alejandro?” Dad says, and his brow raises at the insult of him calling him by his first name, but he doesn’t offer a retort.Smart man.

“This war has gone on long enough don’t you think? I think it’s about time we called a truce and called it a day with all the attacks on each other.”

I hold in a snort and refrain from pointing out that he and Novikov were the ones who started this war to begin with. He only has himself to blame for the lives and business his organization has lost.

“And what do we get out of this truce?” I ask instead.

His gaze flies to me and I notice the subtle way his eyes dart around. He’s nervous. He fucking should be.

“I want to reinstate our old deal, so we keep our territories and form an alliance on other factions threatening our shipmentscoming in at the docks.” he says with a nod as if we give a fuck about what he’s saying.

“What’s stopping us from doing with you what we did with Novikov? You did see the message Luca here left, didn’t you?” our father asks, and Muñoz audibly gulps, this time I can’t hold in my snicker and Dad jabs me with his elbow, subtly telling me to behave.

“Nothing is, but this has gone on long enough, if I lose any more men the balance of organizations will tip, and we all known that that’s bad for business not only for me, but for everyone else. Just take the deal, shake on a truce and let’s finish this.”

Dad looks to me and I give him a sharp nod, I might fuck around with him, but we all know we’re better off just taking the truce, we don’t want to lose any more of our men either.

Our father holds out his hand and Muñoz shakes it before standing and taking a few steps towards the exit but before he leaves, he turns back to face us.

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