Page 73 of Pen Pal

Ludovic groaned, pulling away from me as he followed the other inmates.

But I was rooted on the spot. To me, the snow was a symbol of purity, cleansing everything it touched, and it fascinated me.

“Ricci,” Romano muttered, approaching me. “You’ve got a visit.”

I cocked my brow at him. Amara had chosen to specialize in domestic violence cases instead of becoming a state attorney. It couldn’t be a legal visit from her since I had a new lawyer now. “It’s not visiting hours?”

“Conjugal,” Romano smirked. “Never thought you’d be allowed them, but your wife is fucking persistent.”

My wife.

“Promise me,” Amara had breathed, marriage license in her hand. “If you have to go back there, and I change my specialty, I need a way to see you regularly.”

“What am I promising, baby?” I had rasped.

“To be my husband and to never hurt me unless I beg you to, never cheat on me, and let me have conjugal visits,” she insisted.

“I promise,” I grinned, signing the license. She smiled back and signed her name next to it, and the minister’s eyes widened at the strangeness of it all.

Then I kissed her like it was the last time.

I smiled at the memory. My little pen pal had enough pull and connections that she could get a conjugal visit whenever she wanted, and today was the day.

Iremembered the last letter I got from her this morning, how the crisp envelope felt in my hands before I ripped it open, my rough hands smoothing the wrinkled paper. They finally let me out of the hole, and I sat on my bunk as I read it.

Enzo,

How does it feel to be made an honest man after all these years?

-Your wife

Romano turned, and I followed. If anyone could get me to move, it was my wife.

The gold band glinted in the evening sunlight, the one she had placed on my finger, and I had refused to take off since then. She wanted to change her last name to mine, and my heart swelled with pride. She didn’t let anything Mark did to her change who she was or affect what she wanted.

I wanted to make her mine in every way possible, so I gladly gave it to her.

With my name, she had my empire at her disposal. No one would fuck with her, and should she choose it, she would be welcomed in the family business without question.

The house she rented brought back too many memories of Mark, so she gave up thelease. She moved into my home, which had been sitting vacant for years, and I was happy to have it be useful again.

I’d written a letter and sent it out that morning, and I smirked, wishing I could see her expression while she opened it. Maybe I should’ve waited until tonight to give it to her, but this visit was a surprise. Had I known, I would’ve waited until I saw her face to face and made her read it in front of me while I fucked her, daring her to get the words out while I made her see stars.

My wife,

I don’t know about honest, baby, but I’ll honestly make you scream my name until my last breath.

-Enzo

My footsteps echoed down the halls, and we turned down a tunnel, buzzing through the heavy doors. Romano gestured to the first door, one of the suites where conjugal visits happened.

“Enjoy,” he smirked as I opened the door, stepping through it.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight before me.

Amara Ricci stood before me, wearing nothing but a white lace ensemble, barely more than a bra and a thong, with thigh-highs, a garter belt, andwhite pumps. Her lips were painted a sultry red, her makeup done up like a perfect little porcelain doll. She knew how I loved to ruin her makeup and watch it run down her face as she cried for me.

As the door closed behind us, sealing us away from the rest of the world, I faced her. Her smooth hands framed my face, her touch softer than I ever dreamed.

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