The Mafiosa's Thorn

Fiance

His arms wrapped around her waist. Peppering her face with tender kisses.

Chocolate meets emerald with affection and care.

She laughs from something on her mind.

"What is it?" He asks with amusement.

"Maybe if....Xianmao got laid like this, she wouldn't be so terrible."

He laughs. "You're right. I would feel bad for the poor guy that ends up with her."

"And we have to clean up before we go. Marco will be pissed."

"You're right. We will make plenty of messes in your home."

"Our home."

He kisses her lips for that. "I would love that."

They stay in that hold before they take a clean shower. After a shower, Miguel applies massaging lotion to his loving boss. Her moans awaken his staff, but he keeps it professional for now. He finds himself stuck on massaging her ass which makes her laugh.

"Can't get enough?"

"I can't," he laughs before rubbing her hamstrings.

"How old are you, Miguel?"

"I will be 26 on October 31st."

She looks back. "Oh, a few weeks away...... Shit, I'm a cradle robber."

"I prefer cougar."

"I'm 40 by the way."

"You don't look a day over 25."

She looks back with dazzling whites. "You know just what to say. Ah, your fingers are magical."

He lifts her foot up to relieve pressure. "When's your birthday?"

"December 31st."

Two months from now. "Want to get married on that day?"

"I prefer your birthday. I have a place in mind."

"Italy?"

"That's for later. We will have a small wedding at city hall. A light reception and then take you to a place you won't forget."

Her wink has him question what it is. He will wait for that surprise.

After finishing the massage, he drapes her robe over her. His arms wrap around her torso while kissing her cheek.

"So doing the math, when I'm 90, you will be 75."

"And I intend to break those hips," he blurts out. His face turns crimson before air leaves their lungs. Tears crawl down their faces.

Bianca clutches her ribs from the pain. Their laughter settles down.

"I love you, esposa."

She beams from ear to ear. "Love you too, marito (husband). Want to get some brunch?"

"Definitely. I can go for a pina colada."

"Good. Hand me my phone."

He reaches over to the nightstand and brings it to her. She texts Luis and Marco for a nearby brunch spot. She also takes a picture of her diamond ring and sends it to Isabella.

{I know that you won't speak to me. But I'm engaged to someone I love. He's not replacing your father. I'm also adopting someone so you can be a big sister, if you want to be one. You are always welcome in my home. Feel free to call me at anytime and I will answer. I love you}

Her fingers feel tired after sending that message. Miguel's fingers interlock with hers, giving her strength and hope. She flashes an appreciative grin before they get out of bed.

Miguel dresses up in a navy-blue suit that's tailored to his shoulders and lean frame. Leaving a few buttons open on his light blue shirt. He finds himself staring at his fiancée. 

Her backless burgundy dress travels past her knees. Shoulders exposed with short sleeves that wrap around her caramel biceps. Her silky, black hair is tied up in a ponytail to show off her golden hoop earrings.

Looking into the reflection, Bianca smiles from the effect she has on him. Now she knows that anything she wears may rile his urges up.

"El Segador, is there an outfit you won't find me sexy in?"

"Orchidea, you can wear a cow outfit and my hands will still be on you."

A snicker escapes her mouth. "Good to know. I'm ready now."

He offers the crook of his arm to her which she takes. They walk down the stairs as one. Luis jumps with joy from seeing the new rock on her finger.

Marco acknowledges their relationship progress with a simple nod.

Diego walks up to his Miguel and they clasp hands in the middle of their embrace.

"Congratulations, amigo mejor (best friend). She is lucky to have you."

"Gracias. I'm luck to have her. Will you be my best man?"

"Of course! Just like last time," he humbly smiles.

Luis holds Bianca's hand to admire it. "Congratulations, Signora!"

"Thank you. I can't wait to show it off to the others. Xianmao will break her cane upon seeing it. I'm getting married!"

"Let's celebrate!"

Miguel opens the door for her and sits right beside her.

Brunch goes off without a hitch. The group enjoys bottomless mimosas and pina coladas while enjoying chicken and waffles, crab omelets, hash browns, and creamy fruit tarts.

After leaving a generous tip, they head back to NJ. Bianca rubs her belly from the satisfaction of it all. She rests her head on Miguel's shoulder from the itis settling in. He adjusts her to sleep on his lap.

Stroking her hair until she falls asleep. He thinks back to them meeting for the first time.

To think that this is where we are. A former florist and a mob boss.

A peaceful smile on his face from overcoming a tragic past. They both grew from being with each other. And he will fight with his newfound strength to protect their future.