Emilia

46: Emilia

-Vincent-

Rolling us both over in the bed, Emilia moaned as I sucked the sensitive spot on her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair. Her legs wrapped over my waist as I ran my hands up and down her thighs, listening to her heavy breathing.

I let out a groan as she dug her nails into my back, my grip on her thighs tightening as she dragged them up and down, using a lighter and lighter touch. I pulled away as she cupped both sides of my face, connecting her lips to mine as I subtly ground my erection into her center. Her mouth fell ajar, her soft whimpers turning into pants as she held my gaze, her glossy brown eyes staring into mine.

As much as I wanted to rip her stupid shirt off along with her drenched panties and fuck her until she was one with the bed, I kept control of myself because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop once I started. So, I leaned down and dropped on top of her instead and attacked her face with kisses.

She bit her lip as she giggled, trying to push me away from her as I wrapped my arms around her body. I missed the sounds of her giggles and the sound of her just being happy. After the whole Bruno/Mario situation that happened months ago, she fell into a deep, dark place, but she was finally coming back now with the help of Ms. Hart and the medication that Doctor Fields prescribed her with. Obviously facing something as traumatic as she went through isn't something that you can just get over, but she has been doing better.

I never thought that I could be capable of having a happy ending with the way my life is, but seeing her in my arms now, I realized that I was wrong. I now knew that a happy ending would always be written for me as long as she was in my life because she was the source of my happiness. As long as I had her, nothing else in this world mattered.

And now that my fathers gone, I can finally take off a bit of edge from worrying about losing Emilia. He was no longer here to send people to do his dirty work for him and take her from me. Salvatore made sure of that. When I seen what he did to my father, surprise didn't scatter my facial expression. I wasn't shocked even in the slightest. I have seen him in action before so it didn't really faze me, but I knew that burning his body was just out of sheer boredom for him.

After my father was brutally murdered and turned into Salvatores little play toy, the months after that just flew by before I even knew it. We'd taken in the men that Orlando left behind for Emilia to lead. She spent a day with them, pretending to be a mafia boss which I thought was really cute to see her all bossy and serious, but in the end, she just made them run around doing silly things like jumping jacks or giving them chores.

We agreed to leave the mafia boss position to me since I was more experienced in the region. With everything she'd been through, I didn't think that leading men that were previously controlled by her deranged half-brother who nearly killed her would have been a good idea. It still angered me to this day that I wasn't there to stop her from going through all that, but she's made sure to remind me every day that it wasn't my fault.

"How's everything with your mother?" I asked, and she ran her hand through my hair as she sighed. She and her mother have been seeing each other almost every other week for the past few months. I'd placed her inside of a rehab facility that was supposed to keep her there for ninety days originally, but Jane didn't trust herself enough to be out alone where alcohol was easy to access with just a few steps to the corner shop.

"We're doing great. I went there yesterday to go have lunch with her, and she showed me her nine month sobriety chip." She smiled, her eyes beaming with happiness as they sparkled. Her smile was fucking contagious because I caught myself cheesing like a stupid boy in love. And that's exactly what I was. I was a stupid boy in love with the most amazing woman in the world.