“That’s what I’m talking about.” He slowly eased back into her. “What will Roxanne do?”
“I’ll do anything, Tony wants me to.” She couldn’t breathe, and talking was an effort. “Anything,” she said in a resigned whisper. “Anything Tony wants.” It was coming out in weak whispers now. All the defiance she’d felt moments ago had melted away.
“You want this cock, you earn it. You talk to me, right. There it is…” his chuckle was sinister, “You’re going to come again.” He shook his head, amazed. “You’re just a wet rag with no ability to move while I fuck you. You’re literally fucked, my lady. Who gets fucked around here, Roxanne?”
“I do, Tony.”
He grabbed her hips and violently fucked her, emptying his mark, his seed, and his strength into her. He got up and leaned down and looked her in the eye.
“Don’t ever fucking forget it, Roxanne.”
In the far distance of her post-coital haze, she heard the bathroom door open and the shower start…
Epilogue
The wall of people seated in the back of ‘The Club’ was a group of people you would never guess had been through such intense situations. There was laughter, drinking, socializing, and plenty of conversation that had nothing to do with all the drama they’d faced over the last few months. It was a time to let the stress of everything they’d been through sleuth off of them like water running over their bodies and down the drain of forgetfulness, a place where all the ugly they lived went.
Bodyguards stood with their hands folded in front of them, and their guns holstered, ready to take care of any threat if need be.
Page leaned over towards Judy, who was seated next to her, “I’m sorry you had to stay with your parents because of all the drama.”
Judy smiled at her best friend, “It’s cool. I mean…I get it: you wanted me to be safe. It’s still good to be back home with you and Mano, though.”
Page rubbed her arm, a way of saying she had missed her. “I’m glad your back too. I missed you. Who else am I going to talk to about all my dysfunction without being judged?”
“Yeah, it isn’t like you can go to somebody and say: ‘I met the nicest cartel man, and he makes me feel so safe.’
“Fuck you, Judy,” Page laughed.
Mano, who was seated on her other side, leaned in, “That’s my job.”
“And you do such a wonderful job of it,” Page smirked.
Mano brushed his fingers over his shirt and then blew on them, “I really do. Don’t I?”
“Yes, dear, and you’re so humble about it too.”
Mano grabbed her hand under the table and rubbed it over his hard cock, “I’ve got your humble right here, girl.”
The bantering and laughing between Mano and Page was something that put Antonio Wayne’s mind at ease. He knew there would be serious times of intense stress, but if they could be friends as well as lovers, they would be fine—that and keep their fucking mouths shut.
At the head of the table, Antonio Wayne sat watching his crew. These were the times people let their guards down, and he got a real feel for who they were. All the facades came down, and the real nature of a person showed. True to his nature, he was the predator watching and learning their personalities. There would be times he would use it against them, and there would be other times he would use their strengths to benefit the organization. He was the puppet master. The world was his. Very few men could carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, and he was one of them.
Roxanne leaned in and whispered in his direction, “Sizing everybody up so you can use it to your benefit?”
He turned and looked at her through eyes that held all the secrets in his world. “You know me—I’m finding their strengths and their weaknesses, so they can be positioned where they serve the organization best. It’s all about teamwork, baby girl.”
“You’re a very smart man,” Roxanne snuggled her body in close to him.
“You’re a very tolerant woman.”
“For some crazy reason, Antonio, you make it really easy.”
He chuckled, “We are functioning dysfunctionals the world will never understand.”
“It doesn’t matter my love because the world belongs to you.”
“Yes…” Antonio Wayne’s expression became stoic. “The world is mine.”
Roxanne rested her head on her husband’s shoulder, “I love you, Antonio Wayne.”
He looked down at the woman who had changed his world, “I love you too, Roxanne.”
The end for now…