Full Circle
Zorah hugged her father tightly. “I can’t believe you bought a place near us.”
“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” Chester cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “I am very proud of you.”
“Thanks Dad.” She beamed at him.
“I’m never going to tire of hearing you call me Dad. Not ever.”
“Wait til our kids call you granddad,” Icaro smacked him on the shoulder, “you’re only three years older than me, Pops. I think Pops would be a good name for you as a grandfather.”
Chester looked at Orlando, “it’s too late to simply take her to the island and forget he exists. I’m sure in time we can find a local man who would make her incredibly happy.”
Zorah giggled while Icaro growled at Chester. “Don’t make me shoot you, Pops.”
Orlando snickered as Chester closed his eyes as if counting to ten. “Pops is going to go over really well with the rest of the team.” He motioned to the waiting car, “come on Chester. I told Keturah I’d take her to dinner, but I want to drop you off at your condo first. Shay and Dane are going to stay with you tonight.”
“You’re taking my cousin out?” Icaro turned back to Orlando with an icy expression.
“Yes, and I already cleared it with your father and her father. I have their blessings. It seems I passed last nights tests with flying colors.”
Icaro eyed him and then nodded, “yeah, I guess the way you managed to make the kneecap snap while he was in those stirrups was acceptable.”
Zorah rolled her eyes. “Can we go home now? I’m dead on my feet. Talking to the police today was exhausting.”
After the explosion at Ippocrate’s house of horrors, the police showed up at the house owned by Orlando to question them. When Doris sent the Bishop and Archbishop the suicide email Ippocrate supposedly sent, a copy was sent to the local police detachment. She’d done it before Zorah and Icaro told her they weren’t going to go to the police and so they needed to report it.
Zorah feigned surprise to know her uncle killed himself by means of turning on the gas in his stove. Allegedly he hadn’t hooked it up correctly since he elected not to use any professionals to do any of the work on the house and when he’d meant to die through the inhalation of the gas, his shoddy electrical work sparked and kaboom.
She told the police she’d arrived in the city the day before with the support of her father and husband to confront her mother and uncle. She faked some tears saying it had been an exceedingly difficult conversation to have with her mother and afterwards she elected not to do anything more. She’d intended to simply relocate and never speak to them again.
The detective let her know Zipporah confessed to telling Ippocrate about Zorah threatening to go to the police and they felt it was this information which made the man succumb to his guilt. Several parishioners and a couple of the nuns admitted he’d been acting quiet and morose over the last few weeks, since Zorah moved away.
They did have questions about her arranged marriage, but Dagoberto who’d arrived not long before the cops, spoke about how he’d been very good friends with Zorah’s grandfather, and they’d planned to join the families decades ago. Zorah insisted she was happy with her husband and loved him dearly and she was here to confront her mother about the abuse with her husband’s loving support.
Finally, when the police left, Zorah made wide eyes of annoyance and complained about pretending to be sad Ippocrate was dead when really, she wanted a celebratory meal and then as far away from Providence as they could get. This of course got the ball rolling on the family getting ready to move back to New York.
Now they were outside the airplane which brought them to New York and Zorah was chomping at the bit to get her first look at the mansion where she would be living with Icaro and the Lucchesi family.
“Let’s go. We’re too out in the open here,” Dagoberto grumbled. “My wife is waiting for me, and I want to get to her.”
Zorah grinned, “Avaline is at the house?”
“She is at the hotel. The only people at the house tonight, Zorah will be you and Icaro. We will be by tomorrow.”
“If you have your own wing,” she protested. “I don’t want to kick you out of your own home.”
“We do have our wing, but I believe your husband wants you alone for the night. My wife likes the hotel with the fancy mints on the pillows and room service anyway.” He pushed her towards Icaro’s open arms. “Now go.”
Zorah slid into the back of the waiting SUV and looked at Icaro as he slid in beside her. Amauri was driving and Misaele was in the passenger seat. The partition slid up separating front and back seats and Zorah blushed. “What do they think I’m going to do with them in the car?”
“Do you remember Zorah on our wedding day, we were in a car very much like this and you were very boldly touching yourself despite them being in the front seat.”
“I didn’t know them then!” she knew she was a horrible shade of red now. “Now I know their faces and eye color and if I have to look into those eyes and know they’ve been in the car with me while I’m,” she lowered her voice, “having an orgasm, I think I would die.”
Icaro threw his head back and laughed, “my love. They are always around. Do not think for one minute they don’t know I make you come.”
“Icaro,” she looked away from him but then she shoved her shoulder into his. “I guess it could be worse.” She teased him as the car started to move in a parade towards the city from the private airfield.
“How so?” he draped his arm over her shoulder and tugged her close to drop a kiss on her head.
“They could know mine was the first pussy you’ve ever eaten when I had my first orgasm back on our wedding day.” When his eyes dilated, she giggled. “You like it when I say bad words.”
“I really like it when you say bad words but only with me. Don’t say them in front of anyone else.”
“Fine,” she took a breath. “Can they hear us?”
“No.”
“How long until we’re at the house?”
“Forty-five minutes, give or take.”
She shot a look at the closed window and then gave him a naughty smile, “we’re full circle, Icaro. Do for me what you’ve never done for any other woman before we get to our marital bed.”
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