"Then fucking find her!" Scar shouted as Enzo fought to pry the gun from his hand.
Ivory stepped up, touching her hand to his cheek and bringing his attention down to her. "They'll find her and bring her home, Scar. She's going to need you when they do," she said, slipping her hand over the gun. He released it to Ivory's grip, letting her tuck herself into his chest after she hand it off to Enzo. Looking over at her husband, her stare was hard. "You find her now," she said, bloodthirsty fury filling her eyes.
Matteo and Enzo both nodded, heading out the front door without another word.
To find the one who'd been taken instead of me.
Epilogue
Enzo
Stepping into the private VIP room at Tease, I glanced around in confusion, wondering where the fuck my little wife had gotten off to.
With no sight of her in the space, I closed the door behind me and stepped in. The lights were dimmed, waiting for a wealthy client to step into the space and book a private show. "Sadie?" I asked, staring around in confusion as the lights on stage came on. Clad in nothing but a lime green lace teddy that hugged her tits and cut high on her hips, Sadie was illuminated in the dimmed neon colored lights as tendrils of smoke surrounded her from the machines at the base of the stage.
Even unable to see her face as it was hidden behind the curtain of her dark hair with her head cast to the floor, I'd recognize my wife anywhere with only a glimpse of the body I still lived to worship, six months after I'd met her. A smooth rock song filled the air as she brushed her hair back to reveal her stunning face in the dim lights. Slowly walking to the pole in the center of the stage, she worked the five-inch heels like she'd been born to them.
This was what I got when I let my wife befriend a stripper with as few boundaries as she herself had, a woman who encouraged Sadie's comfort with her body. Natalie quickly became a staple in Sadie's life, along with another form of activity that Sadie thrived on. She claimed the sensuality of it made her feel feminine after a day of knocking fists at the gym.
I couldn't argue with her on that front.
Ever since coming clean to her family regarding her OCD, Sadie had been filled with a new level of feeling free. She was who she was, and she finally accepted that all the people who couldn’t handle her? They weren’t worth her time in the first place.
She stretched her right arm up and grasped the pole above her head. The words “Ride or Die” stood out in stark contrast to her skin in white ink, surrounded by Sampaguita flowers as she moved, shifting her weight from leg to leg slowly as the other followed suit and she spun to face me. Her hips swayed side to side to the beat of the music, one of her hands trailing up her body from her thigh to her shoulder.
Touching everything that was mine, when we'd long since established who owned her: body and soul.
With a seductive smile, she reached her free hand around her back, grabbing the pole at waist height and shifted the hand above her head, using the strength in her arms to encourage her body as she lifted her leg and swung it backwards to push her into movement. Her body spun parallel to the pole for a full rotation and as she came around again, she let go with that bottom hand and shifted it to the front of her body so she spun to face it. Lifting her legs up and out, she curved around the pole at the waist, moving from one transition to the next as she showed off her skills with the pole.
Skills I knew from the continual toning of her body worked entirely different muscles than she exercised in her gym.
When she came down off the pole, she dropped to the floor, throwing her weight back so she arched over the floor. Her breasts thrust up to the ceiling with her hair hanging behind her and the pole between her legs, she presented the perfect picture of sex appeal. Unable to resist the temptation she presented, I stepped closer to the stage. I took a seat in the lounge with a moment of hesitance for what might have been on it.
I'd risk a few germs for Sadie and the gift she gave me in the form of viewing her body in all its perfection, working herself for my benefit alone. Her leg stretched up to her head, putting everything on display, and then she grabbed the pole and pulled herself back up. Moving into more pole work, while I watched the rest of the show with bated breath and twitchy hands, until the lights and music faded out with her clinging to the pole and sliding down.
Eventually stepping out of the smoke, she came down the stairs and approached me on the lounge. Her hips continued to sway, even as she smiled with that secretive look I knew was for me alone.
She stood in front of me, leaning forward to drape herself over my torso. Her hair fell around us, secluding us in our own little world where nothing else existed. "Hello, Lorenzo," she purred, running a hand over my chest and reaching for my fly.
"Hi, Baby Girl," I murmured, lifting a hand to touch her cheek and tug her down to kiss me. Her soft, pliant lips parted for me, letting me in and kissing me to the beat of the song that started over in the background on repeat. "I missed you," I said.
"I missed you too," she sighed, smiling happily. With my fly undone, she straightened.
"Is this what you've been so busy doing in here?" I asked, raising a brow. She'd been locking her personal security outside the club twice a week, emerging sweaty and exhausted with Natalie an hour later. If I'd had less faith in my wife's fondness for my cock, I might have wondered if she'd discovered she was bisexual.
"I thought I should have the chance to dance for you before I swelled up," she said, guiding my hands to her stomach. My body stilled, studying the strategic placement of the hands in time with her words.
"What do you mean swell up?" I asked, needing the confirmation. We'd decided to wait until after the war to start our family. Chosen to put a pause on new life until we knew we'd have one of our own.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered with that secretive smile. "Barely, but I took a test a week ago."
"And you didn't tell me?" I asked, glaring at her as I stroked my fingers over her stomach. "You shouldn't have been working yourself to the brink of exhaustion to put on a strip show, Baby Girl. You should be resting."
"I'm pregnant. Not on my deathbed," she laughed, reaching for my hand and guiding it down over her pussy to reach between her thighs. My fingers found the snaps there, flipping them open as she shoved my hands out of the way and climbed into my lap. Reaching between our bodies to pull me free through my open fly, she notched me against her and slid down to take me to the hilt on a slow glide.
She tightened around me, tossing her head back and placing her hands at my shoulders. "I can do more than just lie in bed and wait nine months to pop out a baby, Enzo." She lifted herself off my length, dropping back down and setting a slow, torturous rhythm that drew a groan from my throat.
No longer interested in debating her health during her pregnancy, I brought my hands down to her hips and urged her to move faster. "Uh uh," she teased, leaning forward to bite my lip and roll her hips over me at a new angle. "I'm in charge tonight." Her hands took mine off her hips, pinning them against the lounge next to my head and rolling her body over me so I slid in and out of her tight heat with each pulse of her body. Her breasts hung in my face, tempting and teasing me to touch and take.