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All the good he had shown overrode all the bad. There were many more happy memories, memories like this and beyond, than that one ugly fight.
How could I be okay giving all this up? For one bad day, he had?
“Elena…” he raised his head and bit into my neck, gently. “God. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You hear me? Everything’s changed, Elena. You’re myeverything.”
His words hit me right in my heart, and I gasped as he began to circle my clit with greater pressure. I wanted to tell him that we can work through it all, put the past beside us, but I couldn’t focus, for my entire body was a cavern of pleasure.
That spark burst alive in that one spot, needing to break free through my body, and I clenched my pussy, felt his cock fit just right, felt him thro,b and I shattered, crying out his name as my body clenched around him. He followed seconds later, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he spilled inside me.
We stayed like that, wrapped around each other, our racing hearts gradually slowing. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling boneless, sated in a way I hadn't been in weeks.
“I'm sorry,” he murmured into my hair. “For everything.”
I pressed my fingers to his lips, stopping him. “Don't. You’ve said it plenty of times already. The rest of it is for me to work through.”
Hope flashed through his eyes, and he nodded.
We disentangled ourselves eventually, dressing in comfortable silence. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the wooden floors, Gastone turned to me.
“Come home,” he said simply. “With me. Tonight.”
I hesitated. This afternoon had been incredible, but was I ready to return to that life? To risk my heart again?
Looking at him, at the hope and fear warring in his eyes, I made my decision.
“Okay,” I said. “Let's go home.”
His smile was like the sun breaking through clouds. We packed my few belongings quickly, locked up the lake house, and headed for his car as darkness fell.
***
The drive was peaceful at first, his hand finding mine across the console, our fingers interlaced. We didn't talk much, both lost in our own thoughts, but it was a comfortable silence.
We were about twenty minutes from the city when I noticed headlights behind us, coming fast.
“Someone's in a hurry,” I commented, glancing in the side mirror.
Gastone frowned, checking his rearview mirror. “They're too close.”
Before I could respond, the car behind us accelerated, ramming into our bumper. The impact jolted us forward, Gastone's grip tightening on the wheel as he fought to maintain control.
“What the hell?” I gasped as the car hit us again, harder this time.
Gastone's face had gone deadly calm; that expression I knew meant trouble. “Call Dom,” he ordered, pressing harder on the accelerator. “Tell him we're being pursued on Route 9, heading into the city. He knows how to track my phone.”
My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone and passed on the message. Before Dom could ask a single question, another car appeared, pulling alongside us. I caught a glimpse of a gun pointed our way just as Gastone yelled, “Down!”
I ducked as the window shattered, glass raining down on us. Gastone swerved, the car fishtailing before he regained control.
“Who are they?” I cried, my heart pounding in my throat.
“I don't know,” he said grimly.
The car behind us rammed us again, and this time, we spun out, sliding off the road and down an embankment. Everything was chaos—the scream of tires, the crunch of metal, Gastone's arm thrown across me protectively.
And then everything went dark.
Chapter 24 - Gastone
