Page 31 of His Brother's Wife
The young man’s eyes were serious. “Don’t promise that.”
Ama nodded. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t …but I will stop at nothing to get her home safely. Goodnight, Chase.”
“Night, Ama. See you tomorrow.”
Her protection detail—two huge, heavily armed men called Trevor and Dustin—drove her back to Olivier’s house. When she got home, only Enda was waiting for her. “Olivier’s had to go to New York for business overnight.”
Ama went into his arms. “God, I missed you today.”
Enda smiled and brushed his lips against hers. “And I missed you. Tell me what Chase said.” He led her to the sofa and Ama filled him in on everything Chase had told her. When she repeated Jackson’s threat about Penelope and Inca, Enda nodded slowly. “Interesting. So, does he think Inca is dead?”
“I don’t know. Raff kept the stabbing out of the papers for Inca’s protection. That’s all I know.”
“Hmm. I talked to Raff earlier. He’s convinced the men who attacked Inca are still in Naples. It wouldn’t be hard for them to find out she was alive …so how come they haven’t told Jackson that she survived?”
Ama considered this. “Maybe they don’t want him to be angry for their failing? Maybe he paid them in full to kill Inca, and because she survived, then maybe it means he’ll demand his money back?” She sighed heavily. “Maybe it’s because they want to finish the job.”
Enda nodded slowly. “Or maybe there’s a chink in the armor. Maybe after they stabbed Inca, they had a change of heart.”
Ama looked skeptical. “Doesn’t seem likely.”
“Unless Jackson got cheap and hired non-professionals. After all, a professional hitman would have—and I’m sorry to put this image in your head—made sure Inca was dead. He would have probably shot her in the head and left. These assholes enjoyed the close nature of the attack—stabbing her and watching her suffer. I’d say they were local criminals, and I’d also say … if we find them, we could get information out of them.”
“If Raff doesn’t kill them first.”
“If that, yes. I’ll talk to him.”
Ama smiled at her lover. “What would you do?”
Enda’s face was set. “They’d be dead the minute I found them. But that won’t help anyone.”
Ama stroked his face. “Enough now. I’m assuming, because you would have told me already, that there’s no news on Selima.”
“Right.”
Ama sighed. “Then, Enda Gallo, let’s go to bed. I need a distraction. I need to release this tension. My whole-body aches because of it, and I can see yours does too. Take me to bed.”
Enda’s hands slid under her dress and he pulled it over her head. His lips were against hers, then trailing down her neck to her full breasts. As he took her nipple into his mouth, his hands were pushing her panties down. Ama stepped out of them and shivered as he teased her nipple until it was hard. Doing the same to the other, his lips then moved down her stomach to her belly, his tongue rimming her navel.
“Enda …” Her voice was soft, and he stood as she unbuttoned his shirt and his pants. Her lips were soft and sweet on his and Enda felt a rush of adrenaline course through him. Both naked, they tumbled onto the bed, and Ama moved down his body until she could take his cock into her mouth. Tracing the tip of her tongue up the shaft, she teased his sensitive tip until she could taste the salty pre-cum. His cock was rock-hard and trembling under her touch, but before he could cum, he pulled her on top of him and impaled her, his long, thick shaft plunging deep into her velvety cunt. Ama gave a long moan of pleasure, and Enda had to hold back. His hand stroked her clit as she rode him, and he was transfixed by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her.
“God, you’re beautiful,cara mia.”The low light in the room made her skin look golden. Her breasts were ripe and plump and her silky belly had that slight curve to it. Her dark hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders and her lovely face was flushed pink from her arousal. Ama began to move quicker as they became more aroused, and Enda’s cock swelled and became almost unbearably sensitive.
He came hard, his body jerking and bucking her under as he ejaculated deep inside her. Ama gave a cry of release and shuddered, her breath coming in short gasps as her orgasm rippled through her.
As they caught their breath, Enda pressed his lips to her forehead and Ama snuggled in close to him. They had no need for words.
Two days later, a nervous and trembling Ama returned to the Music Conservatory. As Trevor and Dustin drove her into the city, she realized she was more nervous about facing her colleagues and students than she was about any threat Jackson might be. She was glad that her best friend, Christina, would be there to support her today. Since her apartment had been broken into, Christina had been staying with her boyfriend and had reported no more threats or strange occurrences. When Ama thought about what had happened to Inca, she couldn’t help, but be utterly relieved that Jackson had left Christina alone.Enough people have been hurt, she thought now as the car pulled up to the school. Maybe today would be the day Jackson would realize she was back and get in touch. She knew it was a long shot that anything would happen the first day back. Jackson wouldn’t be so reckless. He would know the security measures Enda had put in place.
But Ama had no doubt that he would be watching. She pushed the thought away.Act normally, as if he wasn’t holding her beloved sister hostage. That will enrage him. Jackson wants the attention.All the things Enda told her went through her head again now.
Christina met her at the door and the two women hugged for a long moment. “Hey, girl.” Christina, her black hair pulled up into a chignon and her slender figure in jeans and t-shirt, smiled at her, but her eyes were worried. “Are you okay?”
Suddenly Ama felt like crying. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and Christina smiled, understanding. “Come on. Let’s get some of that atrocious coffee they serve in the cafeteria.”
A half hour later, she went up to her office. Christina had shown her around the two music rooms that were fire-damaged. “We were lucky someone spotted it before it spread too far, but it’s awkward these two being out of use for the time being.”
Enda had offered the school the money to repair the damage and would not take no for an answer. Ama felt bad though; it had another ‘fuck you’ from Jackson toward her.
