Give Me Details
Zorah was curled up in her bed staring at her phone’s clock and wondering how Icaro was making out.
The rest of her evening with Sidonia, Shay and Keturah was supervised by Chester who kept a close eye on her to make certain she wasn’t going to fall apart. The girls made sure she to keep her regaled with funny stories and distracted with laughs.
Now though she was tucked into her bed alone and thoughts and memories of the day were rolling through her mind like an old-time movie reel. Images, sounds and emotions was weighing her into the mattress and despite how many times she shifted, she couldn’t get comfortable with the feelings.
A part of her wanted to get back up, go downstairs and find Chester to see if he’d gotten any new information but it somehow felt like she was admitting a feeling she didn’t want to if she let anyone know she couldn’t sleep.
She eyed the time on her phone again and kicked the blanket frustratedly and then froze as the creaking of the bedroom door caught her ear. She rolled to face the door expecting to see either Sidonia or Shay coming to check on her and then sitting up abruptly as Icaro came into the room.
“You’re home,” she said breathlessly and then leapt from the bed and launched herself into his arms.
He grunted as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fuck, Zorah, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she mumbled into his chest. She could almost feel his smile as he nuzzled her. She touched his hair and then pulled her hands away, “you’re wet.”
“I took a shower at the hotel. I wasn’t coming to you with the smell of smoke and gunpowder and death on my clothes.” He walked in stilted movements, keeping his hands under her bottom as he carried her to the bed and fell into it with her. “I took my shower, barely got dried off and then raced here to hold you.”
“I honestly didn’t think you would be here so soon.”
He shook his head, “Ippocrate Giannone is no longer of this world.”
“You really didn’t take your time the way I thought you would. It’s only been a few hours.”
“Six hours from the time you left until now, but the fat fucker had a heart attack and died on us.”
“No!” she smacked the bed angrily. “That’s not fair.”
Icaro’s laugh made her frown.
“I only mean I spent twenty-one years being tortured by him and he couldn’t last seven or eight hours of it?” She was thoroughly disgusted.
“Amoré,” Icaro traced his finger down her nose, “I love your zest and hunger for revenge. You were very sexy tonight. I’ve been worried all evening about how you were doing mentally after all this upheaval.”
“Did you at least make him pay a little bit?”
“Do you really want details?”
“I do. I want to know he suffered.”
“He suffered, my love. He suffered greatly. We cut his junk off and when he passed out from the pain, Orlando and Dane shot him up with this adrenaline mix they use and woke him right back up.”
“You cut his penis off?”
“And his balls.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he was laughing in earnest now at her bloodthirsty expression. Her eyes were bright and excitedly shining, “you are happy we castrated him?”
“He was going to rape me and impregnate me! He took videos of me my entire life and masturbated to them. Icaro,” she wound her arms around his neck as he adjusted his body over hers in the bed, “you have known me since I was a baby. When did you first think of me sexually?”
“We talked about this Zorah. Not until you were much older. You were out of high school when my thoughts turned from me wanting to take care of you platonically to wanting you sexually. I never once considered having sex with you until you were of age.”
“But he did, Icaro. He was videoing me as a teenager, as a young girl. If ever a man deserved to be castrated, he was the perfect example.”
“Well, we did. We cut it off with a dull knife and every time he would pass out, we’d wake him back up and wave it in front of his face. My father took intense pleasure in threatening to make Ippocrate eat his own balls.”
“Ew,” she was revolted by the concept. “My dad said you were called the beast because you were good with a knife and cut things out.”
“He didn’t last three hours, Zorah. We got his dick off, I stabbed him a hundred or so times and Dad took his own pound of flesh, not to mention what your uncle Orlando did,” he gave a whistle, “I have new respect for the SEALs because the man was brutally cold. Then he died on us. We thought he’d last longer but he was very weak. It took us a couple of hours to get the scene set right for the explosion of the house. Then we blew him to the heavens and then we made sure there were no pieces of him left.”
“And he’s really dead?”
“He is.”
“It’s over?”
“It is. We’ll go to the police precinct in the morning to file your complaint.”
“What if we don’t?”
“You don’t want to?”
“I want to leave it behind me. If anyone asks, can I simply say I heard he killed himself after my mother told her I was going to file a complaint and decided since he was dead there was no value in it?”
“We can absolutely swing it this way, if it’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want. I think I’m ready to move forward with our lives, Icaro. I want to put the past where it belongs and begin our future.”
“Then this is what we will do.”
“Icaro, I want us to be together in every sense of the word. I know you don’t want to be together for the first time in a safehouse with my father down the hall but I’m ready. I want to make love with my husband.”
“We will go to New York in the morning, and it will be only you and I in the entire house for the first day aside from security outside the house. I will give you the wedding night you deserved to have when we were married.”
She blushed at his intense stare, “then tonight, can you just hold me in your arms and help me forget the day?”
“There is nothing I would love more.”
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