The one voice I longed for all day calls from the door, and I run at speed toward him and fall into his arms.
“It’s ok, baby. Nothing happened.”
I check him over anxiously and notice how tired he looks, but there’s something different about him.
“What happened?”
“Wesley is where we need him, despite waking up and hollering like a psychotic demon. I’ve spent the day enjoying briefing my soldiers on their new life if all goes according to plan.
“What do you mean?” He takes my hand and leads me to the couch and pulls me against him, sighing with pleasure. “If Massimo does what I’m guessing he will, Wesley will be out of my life for good. That means I step up and become the Don in his place.”
“The Don?” My eyes are wide as I finally realize just what I signed up for, and Flynn nods wearily. “It’s good though. The men are on my side, and we can finally change things for the better. As well as my friends and your father, along with your uncle’s help, we will have the resources to challenge Massimo when he makes his move. I’m not pretending this will be easy, but it’s set the wheels in motion of a plan that’s been years in the making.”
He looks so tired I’m concerned for him because he must have had no sleep at all. The fact he has showered and now wears a black suit paired with a black silk shirt, tells me he’s returned home, and I hope I haven’t lost him to the madness he surrounds himself with.
In fact, seeing Flynn as he is now, mafia born and bred, it fills me with a sense of unease because how can I measure up to be the woman he needs in his life? It’s obvious how powerful he is, just the aura surrounding him tells me he’s stepped up and accepted a situation he was raised for.
He turns and looks at me and says huskily, “If this meeting wasn’t so important, I would fuck you with that blue silk dress around your waist, spread out on that window for the whole city to watch.”
“You’re a wicked man, Flynn Vasquez.” I can’t help laughing and he shifts, pulling me onto his lap, causing my dress to ride high up my thighs. Running his hand along them, he growls, “When this hellish night is over, I’m spending the rest of it inside you, and that’s a promise.”
Tilting my face to his, he whispers, “You look beautiful, baby. That color really complements your eyes.”
He brushes his lips against mine and whispers, “So fuckable and all mine. How did I get so lucky?”
The tears glisten like diamonds in my eyes because I’m the lucky one. I never for one moment thought I’d meet a man like him who made me feel so desired and special. Flynn Vasquez is an Angel sent from God and he has stolen my heart.