The Two Assassins - Nestor Oceteva

Ch. 9

Isabella consciously drove more sensibly, she still broke every speed limit and wove between other cars but she wasn't as reckless as normal. Nestor could see she was holding back and itching to go faster, he had seen her ride fearlessly on her Harley first hand. "Why are you holding back?" Her knuckles gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I've got a reason to live as long as possible now. It would be stupid to die in a car crash after surviving so much shit already." She slowed to the speed limit, cruising along the highway as she took his hand.

Nestor laughed when not even 5 minutes later she had sped up again impatiently. "It wouldn't matter if we died now or in 10 years, mi amor. I found you in this world and I promise I'll find you in the next." He kissed her knuckles and watched her, her black hair a stark contrast against her white skin. "You are beautiful, mi Bella. So beautiful it hurts my heart."

She laughed and slapped his chest. "I'll hit the ejecto seat if you keep that cheesy shit up Ness." He pretended to be wounded rubbing where she hit him and couldn't help but laugh along with her. He was 95% sure she was joking about an ejecto seat but...he also wouldn't put it past her either. "I have a surprise for you when we get home." She smiled as he said home. She didn't realise how lonely she was in the empty house until his belongings started filling spaces and his cologne lingered in the air. "I actually have one for you too."

She had changed the deed title of the house and land to Nestors name last week. With no living family, there was no one to pass her estate on to. She had made a lot of money over the years as an assassin for hire but spent very little of that, especially since her medical bills were covered by the League of Assassins. She had changed her bank accounts to include Nestor's name and gave him authority over everything. Not wanting to burden him with the knowledge of her illness as long as possible, she had documents ready for his signature to euthanise her when the pain makes living too hard. The last part was definitely going to be a surprise and she expected to be angry at first but hoped he could uphold her wish when the time came.

They were almost to the hotel in Oakland. Finding a five star was non-existent but there was a four star so they went there to check in. Ever the gentleman, Nestor carried the bags in, not trusting the staff with their illegal cargo. Marcus would be meeting them later for dinner in the restaurant below. When Nestor entered the room with the second load of baggage he almost dropped them. He kicked the door closed behind him quickly before stripping his clothes off as he soaked up the sexy scene in front of him. He would never get bored of seeing her naked body, and here she was this beautiful buffet spread along the chaise.

He was so distracted by her he tripped on his pants, falling into her bare lap. She giggled at him, finding his eagerness and clumsiness cute. "Hello to you too." She smirked at him as he looked up from his spot. Forgetting his embarrassment, he moved her legs so she was open to him, showing just how wet and ready she was for him. "Forget dinner, I have all I need to eat here." She giggled again as he lowered his head, teasing her with his tongue. She moaned in ecstasy, finding her release before moving so he could sit on the love seat. Straddling him, she impaled herself on him, humming at the sensation of him filling her completely. "I love you" she whispered against his lips as he captured them with his.

Marcus couldn't help smiling at the couple who entered the room. In the years of dealing with the cartel, he had never seen Nestor anything but intimidating and staunch. Yet here he was, he could feel the love radiating from across the room and couldn't help but think of his own wife. He couldn't fathom the strength it must take for a man to watch the woman he loves dying before him. Even Isabella had changed, the smile she wore hadn't left her face and the coldness that was in her eyes disappeared. They walked over to his table hand in hand and Nestor pulled her chair out for her before sitting himself down.