Her mouth opens and she moans. "I—"
I nod, knowing what she needs. I change the angle of my hips and within minutes she's coming hot and hard on my cock. Her inner walls spasm so hard around my cock it's hard to move inside her, but I manage, and son of a bitch if she doesn't get me to come with her when she rides me faster, harder, coming again on the tail end of the first orgasm.
"Fee," I groan.
"Cage," she cries out.
When she comes down a bit, she collapses against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer to me.
"I love you in incredible amounts, Fee."
I feel her smile on my shoulder. "I can't even explain how much I love you, Batman."
I lift a brow and grin. "Oh, now I'm Batman again?"
"After that marathon of sex, I have no doubts."
I chuckle softly. Oh, how I love her.
I lay her on the bed and go to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When I return to the bed, she's fast asleep. I clean between her legs, and toss the washcloth, along with the towel, to the bathroom floor. I open the suite door and pick up the box of pizza and package of breadsticks waiting on a cart and take them to the bedroom.
"Are you awake?" I ask softly, waving the pizza around near her nose.
"Mhmm," she replies. I hear her stomach growl and grin.
"Let's eat our now-cold pizza."
I slide into bed beside my wife. We both rest against the headboard as we begin to eat. There's something I need to tell her. My timing sucks, but she needs to know.
"You asked to be part of the strikes against the Manzinis."
She stiffens then nods.
"Why, Fee?"
"They took my parents, Cage. They killed them and left them there like lambs led to the slaughter. Seeing that… I couldn't see anything but that for weeks. So much blood. They were still warm, my mom looked straight at me as she lay there dead. I can't let that go. I need vengeance. They need to pay for what they've done," she confesses, tears slipping from her eyes.
I turn to face her.
"There's something I don't think you know, Fee. I think someone overlooked telling you."
"What?" she asks cautiously.
"The one who ordered your parents’ murder? He's dead, Fee. He's been dead for a long time."
She sits up straighter. "What?"
I take her hands in mine, pizza forgotten.
"I was there that night. It was one of the first nights I was allowed to go along with Ernesto when they handled business. The Manzinis had stolen guns from us. Up until then, I'd been a runner mostly, doing the odd jobs. But that night, they handed me my gun and told me to remember to take the safety off when we got there."
"Where?"
"A warehouse. It doesn't matter where. What matters is that Cesare Manzini was there along with his cousin Massimo. Massimo was the one in charge under Salvatore as he was the second eldest behind your father, but Cesare had become a loose cannon," I tell her.
"I—" She shakes her head.
"It turns out Cesare hated your father. He thought his not participating was a betrayal, but mostly he hated him because without your dad there, Massimo was in charge when it should have been Tommy."
