Page 20 of A Wife’s Duty

T here was no sign of Boone.

Lucia couldn’t think straight. She had gotten home and made herself something to eat, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Nancy.

The guards had changed. Frank wasn’t on her duty at the moment, it was someone else. She hadn’t gotten his name yet. There was a rotation of guards.

“Are you all right?” the new guard asked.

He wasn’t really a new guard, as he’d been on rotation, taking care of her for weeks.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’ll be out in the hallway if you need me.”

Lucia nodded. She knew she should ask him his name, but it didn’t seem important.

Right now, Boone was killing someone. Actually, from the sound of it, he was killing a few people.

And the strangest thing of all was she didn’t care.

They had hurt Nancy. They had completely trashed their café and hurt her.

She knew there was a lot of bad shit in the world, and she had seen it repeatedly growing up.

Men and women getting killed right in front of her.

Moving toward the sitting room, she perched on the end of the sofa, but as her ass hit the softness beneath her, it felt so wrong. She quickly jerked up and began to pace. There was no way she could just walk around and be normal, while Boone was risking his life.

Walking into the kitchen, she paced the length, and then settled on making herself a cup of coffee. That made sense. She needed coffee.

Filling up the coffeepot the way she’d been shown, she turned it on and waited for the heavenly scent to fill the air.

All the time, she refused to be distracted, and that pissed her off.

She kept thinking about Nancy. Lucia knew what it was like to be hit repeatedly by her father, and a few times he had left bruises.

He rarely hit her face. There were random slaps around the face but it was her body that had taken most of the impact.

Just as the coffee finished, she heard the main door to the apartment open up. There was a brief conversation, and she stepped out as the guard left.

She looked at Boone, and she didn’t feel fear, although there seemed to still be a crazed look in his eye. He glanced over at her, and she couldn’t help but look down at his shirt. There was blood spatter on his shirt, and it looked like his hands were also coated in dry blood.

Anyone else might have been terrified of their husband, but Lucia, in some odd way, knew he had done what was necessary. If those men hadn’t been killed, they would have come back for more, and Boone would have shown weakness.

Without a word, she stepped up to him and didn’t even hesitate in taking his hand. She was not afraid of him. She walked toward their shared bedroom and straight through to their en-suite bathroom. Boone didn’t argue with her.

She reached up and removed his jacket from his body. He didn’t fight her. She put the jacket on the floor, not surprised by the weight of it. There was a gun in there. With the jacket gone, she started to work on his shirt, which had a great deal of blood on it.

“Is any of this yours?” Lucia asked.

Not that she knew any way of taking care of his wounds, but she certainly would try.

“No.”

That was a relief. Not because she would have had to take care of his wounds, but because he wasn’t bleeding. She didn’t want him to be hurt. Boone was a good man.

Releasing each button, she revealed his heavily inked chest.

“Did you get hurt?”

“No.”

This, again, was a relief.

She removed his shirt, then crouched down in front of him and suddenly realized she was undressing her husband. This should have taken place on their wedding night, yet it hadn’t. He wasn’t ready to fuck her and make her his wife.

It was strange, the kind of thoughts that entered her mind at moments like this. Sex, right now, didn’t matter. It was pointless. She pushed it out of her mind and instead focused on the man before her. From the blood, she knew it had gotten violent and messy.

Releasing the button and working down the zip of his pants, she eased them off his body.

Boone didn’t fight her, and when it came to it, he simply stepped right out of them.

She, unfortunately, was very aware of his boxer briefs.

There was no bulge in them, but she saw the outline of his cock. Boone was not aroused.

She reached for the boxer’s waistband, expecting him to make her stop. Only, he didn’t. She was able to pull them down his body, revealing his cock, which was flaccid.

With the boxers being the last step, she tried not to think and instead turned on the shower. Boone didn’t take her help as he stepped into the shower, however, what surprised her was, he pulled her right inside with him.

Within seconds, he had her pressed up against the corner of the shower. “Tell me to stop,” he said. And then he kissed her.

It was a soft kiss, and the moment their lips touched, he pulled back.

Lucia didn’t know what to say, but telling him to stop was the last thing on her mind.

He kissed her again. This time, it was a little harder, and she couldn’t help but release a moan.

It felt so good to have his lips on hers.

He kissed her again, and Lucia wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her body against his.

Was there some kind of law about kissing after a kill?

Was there some kind of rule that said she shouldn’t be aroused by her husband after he killed someone?

She didn’t know, and as his kissed deepened and his tongue stroked across her bottom lip, she didn’t care.

All she wanted was to feel him, enjoy him.

Boone tugged at the shirt she wore, pulling it up and over her head.

The sweatpants she changed into were gone within seconds.

Boone removed her clothes so fast, and she was suddenly standing before him in nothing.

The lingerie was gone. He literally tore that from her body, and it felt so good as he did.

Boone stepped away from her, but he kept hold of her hands, lifting them a little away from her body. She had the overwhelming sensation to try and hide her body, but Boone wouldn’t allow her to let go of his hands. He was the one in control, not her. And he suddenly pulled her close.

She felt his hard body against hers. The feel of his rock-hard chest against her naked breasts. The feel of his hands, one at the back of her neck, the other sliding down, going toward the curve of her ass. Lucia also felt something else—the hard length of his cock as he started to swell.

“Did you take care of it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“The men that hurt her, they’re gone?”

“Yes.”

A second paused and she smiled. “Good.”

Boone pulled back and looked at her. “You’re not afraid?”

“Why would I be afraid?” Lucia asked. “You didn’t ask for this. They should have left your friends alone. If they had done that, they’d be alive. They made a choice.” He told her once that he always gave people choices.

He cupped her cheek, tilted her head back, and then kissed her again. “You’re going to have to tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want to.”

It felt so good to have him kissing her.

All too soon, Boone grabbed her hand but quickly spun her around so that her back was to him. He placed a hand on her stomach.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

She didn’t know what his obsession with stopping was, until she realized the hand at her stomach wasn’t stopping. He slid down, going toward her pussy, and he cupped her.

Lucia gasped. She had never been touched there.

Boone stroked his fingers through the fine hairs coating her pussy for several seconds, before he ran a finger through her slit.

She cried out, but not in pain, in pleasure, as he touched her clit.

He didn’t move and circled her tiny bud, where there was so much pleasure, so much sensation.

She wanted to keep her eyes open, but slowly they slid closed as she basked in every second of sensation.

His fingers ignited a spark within her, and it was one she didn’t want to put out.

This shower was supposed to be about him, but she had a feeling it was turning into something about the two of them.

****

T he two men who hurt Nancy had been easy to track down. Ronald had given him all the necessary information. Once he had the two men in his possession, he had taken them to a remote location—an old farmhouse, just outside the city. It was land he owned and had to decide what to do with.

One of his plans had been to rebuild the farm, however, he was not interested in farming. Other plans included a few apartment buildings, but there were also some developers interested in buying the land from him.

Both men had been tied up in the back of the old barn, where he asked them the necessary questions.

At first, the two men had been happy to mouth off.

However, when he impaled a sharp, rusty hook in their feet, they had both started to talk quite freely.

They had a lot to say, talking over one another, that Valdez had initiated it.

That Boone needed to be sent a message. They were all quite happy to talk.

And then, when it came time to hand out their punishment, he had told them.

“I usually give people a choice. One is the right choice, the other is the wrong choice.” He’d looked at the two of them.

“But you have both told me you knew who I was, what those people meant to me, and you still did what you did. You attacked a woman who was defenseless, so you made your choice.”

They could have gone to him. He would have listened and dealt with Valdez effectively.

The men had screamed for their lives. To make it fair, he’d not slowly killed one, then worked on the other. They both got to watch as pieces of their body were removed, and currently on the way to Valdez, as well as Bonaldi, as he was now in the shower with Lucia.