Danger Zone

19. Celebration

Chapter nineteen

Hi guys! Can you believe this book is almost over? There will be a couple of more chapters and then an epilogue and that'll be the end of Danger Zone 😢

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*8 months later*

"Babe have you seen my diamond earrings?" I asked with a frown as I walked into the bathroom where Dante was buttoning up his dress shirt.

He looked at my reflection in the mirror, "No, I haven't. But if you actually want to make it farther the bedroom, I'd suggest you get your hot little ass dressed."

The president was having a dinner in our honor at the White House that night. Alfonso had been captured a week after I was shot, and all was well in that aspect. He received life in prison.

Hannah was currently serving 25 years in prison for drug facilitated sexual assault and being an accessory to a kidnapping of a federal agent. It was pretty awesome to watch her get carried away screaming and crying in handcuffs. Anna and I still kept in contact, which was great as well.

As for us, once I was discharged from the hospital, we moved back to D.C. and were both given time off to recover from what happened. It took me a while to get over losing the baby, but Dante was extremely supportive and I loved him even more for it. Rittz and I moved in with him after about a month of us always sleeping over at each other's houses because it seemed pointless to continue doing that when we could just stay in the same home. It was adorable to watch Dante warm up to Rittz, considering the fact that he used to hate dogs.

"I'm trying to get dressed! I already have my makeup and hair done, but I can't find my jewelry," I protested with a frown.

He turned around and looked me up and down, "So you think walking around in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties is trying to get dressed? More like trying to get fucked."

I laughed at his blatant scrutiny of my body. "I'm actually just showing off my tattoo," I joked before turning around to go into the bedroom.

I didn't like the constant reminder that the scar from the gunshot wound and stitches left, so I decided to get a tattoo done to cover it up. It trailed from my left hip to right below my left breast. They were my favorite flowers, gardenias, growing from a vine.

He wrapped his arms around my bare waist and nipped my ear teasingly, "Do you really think showing me your ass is a wise thing to do, cara mia? I'm already having a hard time, don't tempt me."

"Well, the faster you let me go, the faster I can get dressed, and the faster we get this dinner over with so we can come back here and you can have me," I pointed out with a smile. He squeezed my waist with a groan before letting me go and playfully shoving me away.

I walked into our bedroom and grabbed the dress that I'd chosen earlier. I slipped it on and admired myself in the mirror. It was a long sleeved black knee length lace dress. It accentuated my curves nicely while still displaying elegance. Dante had taken me to get my nails and toes done earlier that day, so it was safe to say I was feeling pretty confident.

"Found them," Dante started before he got a good look at me. His gaze slowly traveled down my body and then back up to my face. I could see the lust in his eyes, and I'm not sure I looked much different.