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Just the Two of Us (Part 1)

You drag Nicky to the private hot tub for some fun, but Nicky has other plans for what fun means tonight…

word count: 1,965

warnings: a bit o' biting, implied desire to receive oral

Reader is Gender-neutral! (they/them pronouns)

This is an NSFW fic! Be responsible and respectful of my boundaries!!! (check pinned post on my blog)

Tonight is a night you just can not fall asleep. Every now and then this happens. you lay there all cozy, but your brain and body both still have so much energy.

It's certainly not a terrible energy, but it's not exactly pleasant to lay there all bored either. you could read a book or work on any of the other many hobbies you've picked up in all the time you have……or you could drag Nicky to the private hot tub under the disguise of needing to relax in it and jump him when he's least expecting it and turn it into a funny midnight wrestling match. Yes.

With your perfectly mischievous plan in place, you turn to face a peaceful Nicky, who has his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Okay, maybe only if he's awake enough and gives a confident yes…

As you're contemplating how terrible it would be to drag such a beautifully relaxed angel out of bed in the middle of the night, his eyes sleepily open and his grip on your waist tightens to pull you closer.

"Somethin' on my face, love?" he mumbles, his voice vibrating deeply in his chest. He presses a soft tired kiss to your lips, which you gladly return.

"Just those same two gorgeous moles that I always want to kiss. But, uh," it's now or suffer even more boredom.

"Yes?" Nicky urges you to continue, giving his full attention.

"I can't sleep. If you wanted to… maybe we could relax in our private hot tub area under the stars?"

"relax there? not here in bed?" He questions.

Shoot he must be onto you already. "I- I just mean maybe a change of scenery with the nice water would help me relax and fall asleep easier, but we don't have to," you quickly backpedal.

Nicky lets out an affectionate chuckle as he sits up, rubbing your side gently. "You are awful wound up tonight, huh. Since when have I said no to relaxin' there with you, anyway? my votes on 'let's do it', toots."

With the first step of your plan in place you excitedly hop up immediately, tossing the covers over without a care for remaking the bed. "I'll grab towels!"

"Don't bother, my love. I made sure anything we'll ever need will be there for us whenever we need it," Nicky says, his amusement at your reaction very clear.

"Perfect." With that out of the way, you grab Nicky's hand and drag him down the hallways of the house and outside, both of you giggling like you two had only been together for a month and were being devious, despite being married.

When you arrive at the private grotto, you begin searching for bathing suits.

"What're you looking for?" Nicky asks as he removes his shirt, revealing his hypnotizingly gorgeous chest and stomach.

"Bathing suits? You said everything we needed would be here," you answer.

Nicky gives you a sly smirk and raises an eyebrow while smoothly saying "We don't need no bathing suits if it's just the two of us, do we?"

His response makes you grin as you remember him saying something similar the day before you had married him. "I suppose not, Nicholas." you lovingly roll your eyes as you begin stripping.

You pause for a moment to glance behind you to see what progress Nicky has made with his undressing. Much to your joy, he's neatly folding his clothes and your eyes land on his bare butt. That beautiful divine butt that you could stare at forever. It had to be the most perfectly shaped butt you've ever had the privilege of seein-

"Distracted by something, darling?"

You slowly raise your eyes to meet his highly amused face. You can't even think of a sly comeback, nor can you think of a lie. So you respond with a blunt, "You have a nice ass," before turning away to continue taking off your clothes. This earns a hardy laugh from Nicky that echoes in the room as you hear his feet hit the floor as he saunters over to you.

His hands meet your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck. "Need help?"

You melt inside as you tilt your head to the side in hopes that his lips will linger there for just a little while longer. "I certainly wouldn't mind."

He seems to get the message and indulges, hugging your waist closer and pressing more kisses to your neck. You let out a breathy sigh that turns into a moan as his kisses turn to nibbles.

His kisses travel to your back and down further as he lowers himself to remove your pants and undergarment slowly, gently.

God, forget playing games, this haze of lovely contrasting energy between his bitey kisses on your hips and the gentle way he runs his hands up and down your thighs is all you need now. You can't stop yourself from imagining all the ways his mouth could caress more of your body… all the ways his tongue could touch and tease and suck you. Just the thought makes you more than weak as another moan escapes your lips.

And as soon as you think your legs will turn to pure jelly and you're thoroughly hot and bothered, he suddenly stops and sweeps you off your feet to carry you like royalty.

"Wh- Nicky? Why'd you stop?" You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought the goal was to relax you in the water, not wind you up even more?" Nicky teases as he walks you both to the tub, gently lowering you in.

The water was absolutely perfect as it washed over your bare body. Not too hot, not too cold, but not lukewarm either. Perfectly warm.

The way the reflection of the dimly lit water reflected on the walls and gave way to stars and the gorgeous moon high above you both was utterly perfect. And the way all those elements looked resting on your beloved's face as he lovingly relaxed with you in his arms. It only made you want him more.

Joking around is long forgotten as you shift to straddle his waist and raise a hand out of the water to guide his face, his soft lips, closer to yours. "I'm already wound up, my love, too late. But perhaps you could help tire me out?" you practically whisper pleadingly.

In this close proximity you can feel exactly how that action and those words affected him. His member twitches against your leg as he amorously gazes at you. He gives in and mumbles "I'd love to please you, gorgeous."

His lips meet yours and the gratification of giving in to desire is immediate and mind scattering.

The kisses start out soft, gentle, slow. Quickly enough, they turn hungrier and more desperate. Nicky bites at your bottom lip as if desperate to get closer and closer as you deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours.

You throw one arm around his neck and bury your other hand in his hair, pressing your chest against his. In response he grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. Flush against his hard warm member that has practically come to life at this point.

This only increases your mounting frustration, which comes to a peak when Nicky pulls away from your already swelling lips to begin pressing sucking bitey kisses to your shoulders and neck. The type that you can already tell are gonna leave beautiful marks for you to gaze upon in the morning.

Your hips shift and buck as you rub against him for any sort of friction to relieve the pressure building inside of your stomach. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel your sex make contact with his and suddenly your thoughts are flooded with the need for more, more.

As much as you want him inside of you right this moment, as much as you want to wrap your thighs around his waist while he thrusts into you, you know that'd be a bit… too difficult in water.

And Nicky seems to feel and know this too, letting out a moan of his own and shifting his hips to rub against you before lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the pool in a hesitant manner.

"Lemme grab some things we need real fast, my love," he practically growls against your throat as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips before pulling away and swiftly heading to grab things.

"Would you like help?" you chuckle.

"Maybe spread this towel out beneath you? It'll make you a hell of a lot more comfortable" Nicky responds as he shoots a wink at you while tossing a towel at you.

You catch it somehow despite the low lighting and unfold the large plush towel. It might as well be a blanket, honestly. It's perfect for this. As you're settling yourself on it, Nicky comes back over with a bottle of lube and a condom in hand.

"May I?" You ask, gesturing for the condom. As he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, he gladly hands it over.

"As long as I get to do part two," he says confidently as you carefully open the condom package.

"You can direct the entire scene for all I care, I'm all yours, Nicholas."

You take the moment to take in the way his wet body looks in the moonlight. the way the water reflections shift and glimmer on all the right parts of him. The way his hip bone glows and shining moonlit water droplets roll down his thick chest and stomach, all the way down to his- you get the deal.

He may as well be a god in this moment. A god you'd let consume you if it was his wish or whim to do so. He would never be such a god, but the sentiment is still there. In all the power and control he has, he still falls to his knees when faced with his love and desire for you. Nothing makes him lose control more than just the image of your body entertwined with his, in pure pleasure. And tonight, you want nothing more than to make him fully lose control.

Nicky seems to revel in your attention as if he could read your thoughts while you rise to your knees and reach forward to tip his chin towards you. He lowers his lips to yours to meet in a long passionate kiss while you skillfully slip the condom on him, silently begging your usually clumsy hands to be steady and pleasurable.

And pleasurable they are. you shift the hand at his chin and drag your fingers lightly down his chest and stomach, settling it on his hip. The way you touch him sends a shiver through his body, much to your satisfaction. You use the leverage to tug him closer, all while stroking his hard excitement in the way you've learned earns you the most moans and drives him insane. Gentle palm rub at the tip, all encompassing around the shaft all the way down and back up. and repeat. not too hard and not too soft with your touch to tease him to lose his mind.

Nicky almost vibrates beneath your methodical calculated touch as he lets out a groan.

"You really know how to drive me crazy, love. You know that?" He moans out.

"I absolutely do, Nicky. Do you have anything else to say about it?"

Nicky gives you a devious smirk despite how flushed his face is as he answers, "I say it's time for part two."

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a/n: tee hee sorry yall. part two will be coming out soon enough! Just thought y'all would want this in the meantime :) i will be linking part two here as well when i finish it and post it!

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jadeee · 6 months

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Vendetta Ch. 12, Part 2: The Storm

📰 read chapters 1 - 12 here!

Warnings: angst, swearing, & violence

Word Count: 4.8k

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Your heart beat in your ears as you approached the stand. Martin spent the last few weeks prepping you and the others for this moment. Day in and day out. When you woke up, you ran through your testimony and you did it again before you went to sleep. Everything led up to this very moment, so why did you feel sick?

Your hand rested on the leather bible as you looked straight ahead "So help me God."

Chris, Rocky, and Taylor had already went. The trial had been going on for a few days already and you were fine then. You knew what to expect but as Martin stood in front of you now, you clenched your hands in your lap. He locked eyes with you and nodded softly. You gave him a small nod back.

"What's your favorite thing about living in California?"

"Objection, your honor." Floyd's lawyer, Jack Fleming, stood "Irrelevant."

"Sustained, Mr. Martin get to the point." The judge glanced at him with tired eyes.

Martin nodded "Compared to living in New York, how's life different?"

"It's better. I don't feel like I have to look over my shoulder all the time. Or at least, I felt that way before Floyd came back."

"How has your life changed since that night?"

"I'm paranoid... I keep thinking what if the law doesn't protect us, again? What then? We could move but he'd just keep following us. Until we're dead."

"What did Floyd do to you when you were kidnapped?"

"He drugged me, tied me up, and threw me off the pier. He left me for dead."

Martin approached you, "Why did he want you dead?"

"To hurt my husband. For revenge."

Martin faced the court then held up a photograph and passed it around the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a picture of my client's wrists the night they survived that attack. If you look closely today, you can still see the bruises."

Martin took the photograph back and set it aside then faced you "What do you want when this is all over?"

"... peace of mind."

He looked at the judge "No further questions, your honor."

Jack stood with a grin and walked toward you "Does that work on everybody?"

"I don't understand the question."

"Your pity-me-victim act. You're in the film business so it would make sense."

"Objection, relevance." Martin said cooly.

"Sustained."

Jack raised his hand and smirked "My apologies." He stepped closer "I'm just in awe of someone like you."

You remained silent.

"Before you met Nicholas Valentino, no one ever heard of you. Then you show up and not only does his life change but so does my client's, except it's for the worst."

Your eyes wanted to look at Nicky's who wasn't too far off but you heard Martin's voice in your head. His advice from your various mock trials filled your mind: He's going to get under your skin but don't let him see you break. You look him dead in the eye and stand your ground. Whatever you do, do not break on that stand or we lose this whole case.

Jack faced the court "Ladies and gentlemen, what the Valentinos won't tell you is how they attacked my client and coerced him into a false confession."

"Objection, hearsay."

"Overruled."

Martin clenched his jaw and stared at you. You didn't have to look, you could feel it. Do. Not. Break.

Your new nemesis had his back turned to you as he grabbed photographs and held them high in the air "Floyd was attacked by the Valentinos. They tricked him into coming to their production company, alone and under false pretenses, where they beat him to a pulp. They even knocked his tooth out," he faced you "Isn't that right, sugar?"

"That's not my name."

"Answer the question." the judge glanced over at you.

"No, that's not right. My husband did invite Floyd to the company to discuss a business deal. Things quickly went south when Floyd went in for a punch. We acted out of self defense."

The judge looked at Jack.

"Y'know what's funny? The police department got that confession tape you submitted but towards the end it just stops. Almost like something's missing. What happened to it?"

"I don't work cameras so I don't know."

He squinted his eyes "So we should get someone from your staff on the stand?"

You stared at him and he snickered. "One last thing: along with that missing footage, my client has bruises that are synonymous to being attacked with a baseball bat and brass knuckles. Yet when we searched the scene, we couldn't find those. Care to tell me about that?"

"I don't recall brass knuckles. All I remember is fighting to stay alive.. twice, because of your client."

He nodded "No problem, your husband should know how to answer that question given his history."

You tensed at the mention of his name yet again.

"Tell me, he put you up to this?"

"What?"

"He tell you to sit here and act pretty? Let daddy take care of everything? Let familia handle it, right? That's what mobsters do."

"Objection, badgering. Your honor, this is ridiculous!" Martin waved his hand.

You clenched your jaw. Do. Not. Break. Those sitting in the gallery became rowdy and the judge smacked the gavel "Order! Order!" He faced you "Answer the question."

"There's no question to be answered because what this man is insinuating is pure fiction. My husband would never do such a thing... unless you have any good questions, we're done here."

Jack slipped his hands into his pockets "No further questions, your honor."

You slowly rose from the stand and felt your legs go numb. As the bailiff helped you down, you heard Jack utter "Good performance."

The comment made your ears burn.

The judge tapped the gavel "Recess. Meet here in fifteen minutes."

You walked right past Nicky and the others and headed straight for the bathroom. You sat in front of the toilet until your knees felt raw. You felt like you had to puke but never did. There was a knock at the door of your stall.

"That better be morning sickness. I could use some good news, right now."

You chuckled at your husband's joke "Ha ha, very funny." You sniffled and wiped your nose.

"You shouldn't be in here, they'll call us 'rule breakers'."

"Who gives a shit?"

You looked over at his shoes which showed under the bathroom stall door. For some reason, seeing the black leather made you remember when you'd bought them and why. Although, you never bought them with the intention of wearing them to a court case.

Your hand reached up and unlocked the door. He stood back to let it swing open then glanced down at you with a soft smile.

"Hi."

Tears pricked your eyes "Hi."

"Why are you crying?" He sank down by your side and sat on the tile floor.

"I just want to go home."

"Okay, we'll go straight home after this is over. Then we can do the same thing tomorrow and the day after that. However long this damn case takes." He guided you to lay on his chest.

"I'm gonna mess up your suit."

"I don't care." He caressed your back "Maybe it'll help our case. They'll call me 'loving husband'."

When you laughed at his comment, he smiled at hearing his favorite sound for the first time that day.

"I could've choked that bastard with his own tie."

"Amore!" He pulled back and looked at you with shock and amusement. "In the courthouse?" He whispered.

You nodded and laughed. He wiped the last of your tears.

"He's gonna choke on his own words. Him and Floyd. We got a solid case, we just have to believe that."

You nodded again "You're right."

"And I could really use some of that gusto you had on the stand," he guided you back to his chest "pure fiction" he mimicked your tone from earlier.

You giggled at his impersonation of you "It was."

"I know," he rubbed your back. "I'd love to hide in this bathroom with you forever but we have to get back or we'll really be in trouble."

You nodded then started to get up but Nicky stopped you for a moment.

"What?!" You asked him.

He studied your face for a second then kissed you "That's all."

After recess, there wasn't much action. The court simply reviewed the evidence and testimonies for that day before adjourning the trial for two days. That's when Nicky and Floyd would take the stand otherwise known by the media as "The Main Attraction". People did cling onto the fact that Dr. Parsons's spoke and backed up your testimony as well as Chris's. They even heard from Mr. Wilson who saw where you and Chris were kidnapped and how Nicky looked when he'd found out that night. There was also Officer Pratt who admitted his coldness on the case initially and that he should've followed Nicky's concern. What people didn't know, and even Floyd himself, was that Umberto was caught. He too would take the stand.

"Let's just stay inside."

"Are you sure? We aren't prisoners, y'know?" Nicky caressed your shoulder.

"I know but I don't want us to go out and be gawked at like we're some circus show. Plus, I know you testify soon and I don't want to put you on edge."

He sat up from the cushy pillows "I appreciate that."

"I know how things got when you heard about Maurizio and we never talked about it. Which I'm not forcing you to now, it's just... you seem a bit better and I don't want to ruin that."

"You wouldn't be ruining anything." his hand rested on top of yours. "You're right, let's just stay in today."

He glanced at you over his shoulder and you nodded.

Martin looked at his watch then back at Umberto.

"Forty five minutes, that's a new record."

Umberto remained silent and Martin sighed.

"As usual, thanks for wasting my time. Although, I do appreciate the silence. It gives me a nice break."

Umberto shook his head and smirked. "Don't you get it?"

"That you're stupid for not talking?" He nodded "I do."

Umberto scoffed.

"You could've asked for a deal."

"You wouldn't have given it to me."

"At least negotiate!" Martin chortled, "You're not even trying. You really think Floyd hasn't snitched on you already?"

He shook his head "I know he didn't."

"Oh really? Because you two are such good friends?" Martin leaned forward "No one gives a shit about you, so you're either going to cover your ass or let him walk all over it."

Umberto leaned back and crossed his arms.

"What'll it be?"

The two of you sat side by side. Nicky suddenly went quiet.

"What? Is it that bad?"

A slow smile spread across his face "No," he put his hand on his cheek "it just tastes like my mom's."

You shrunk back "You're kidding."

"I'm serious!"

You smiled softly and continued to eat the meal you cooked for the two of you.

As the hours passed, it seemed like you both forgot about your court case and all the other chaos that was happening in your lives.

You managed to sneak away while Nicky was reading a book and you set something up in a separate room. When you were ready, you made your way to him.

"Nicky?"

"Hm?" He poked his head up to look at you.

"I want to show you something. Is now a bad time?"

"No, no, of course not." He set his book down then got up.

"Actually, you can bring that with you."

He scrunched his brows "Okay?" He grinned "What are you up to?"

You held his hand and led him towards the surprise.

"I've been working on something ..."

You both walked into the room and the tent made out of sheets glowed with the lamps you'd set up.

"It's kind of childish but I figured that's what we need right now." You let go of his hand and crawled into the makeshift fort you built then poked your head out. "Are you coming?"

He chuckled and crawled in and sat by you. He looked around at the pillows you carefully set up and the different snacks you brought. Stella walked in and sat in the middle of your fort. You scratched her ears then laid on a pillow, "So?"

"It's lovely." He laid near you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm glad you like it."

You reached over and grab the book he brought with him.

"What are you doing?!" He laughed softly as you reached over him.

"I'm about to read to you!"

He laughed softly while you settled back against the pillows with the book in your hand. You started to read and he kissed your temple, then your cheek and your jaw. You rested the book on your stomach, which his hand gently roamed over.

"Nicky," you turned and when you did so, he kissed you on your lips. His hand cupped your cheek as he pulled you closer to him.

"You really didn't expect me to make a move on you?"

Your shocked expression morphed into a smile.

"You're such a sweet talker."

"You love it though."

"I didn't say otherwise."

That day seemed like ages ago now as Nicky took the stand. Even though you weren't up there, your heart beat in your ears all over again. Martin approached Nicky and asked him the same questions you heard in your living room just last week. Nicky was even saying his answer in the same tone. He was cool, reserved, himself. How he did was a mystery to you still, despite knowing him inside and out.

"Nicholas, it's no secret you and Floyd have history. Some people still see you as the flashy guy from New York but that's changed. Tell me, how are you different?"

"I'm not. I'm still the same guy who'd go for a walk down the pier and watch the game. If anything, I'm less selfish and I've got my one and only to thank for that."

"Your spouse, correct?"

Nicky nodded.

"Will you tell me about the night they disappeared?"

"My spouse and cousin, Chris, went out to get something for dinner. They'd been gone for a while, about an hour, and I knew something was off. I had this feeling I couldn't shake... that's when I called Mr. Wilson."

"How did you know Floyd was behind it?"

"Because there's no one else in the world who would do what he did."

Martin nodded "Floyd not only attacked your spouse and your cousin but he also attacked you later the following morning. Can you walk us through that?"

"Sure," Nicky shifted in his seat "It was about two in the morning after I talked with the police. I knew he was going to show up at my home so I waited for him. Talking didn't last long so we got into it. He had backup, of course, and Chris was there. There was broken glass, Stella got involved and bit some of the guys, Chris got shot. That's when I took him to the hospital then I went to Goleta Pier shortly after, where I thought I lost my spouse for good... turns out they were home waiting for me."

Martin gave Nicky a half-hearted smile. "A few days ago, Floyd's lawyer talked about the confession tape that was turned into the police department. Can you explain why you decided to get Floyd's confession on tape?"

"Well, the police didn't bat an eye when I told them my spouse and cousin were kidnapped. There was no way in hell I was gonna let them disappoint me twice so I figured if we got his confession on tape, there's no denying it."

"Can you explain the missing footage from the confession?"

"That's when Floyd lunged at us and we acted in self defense. I didn't think it was necessary for people to see that. I didn't want to paint him as weak. After all, he's a big boy. He can stand up for himself." Nicky glanced at Floyd who was trying to keep calm in his borrowed suit.

Martin slid his hands into his pocket "I forgot to ask, what injuries did you suffer from your scuffle with Floyd? Dr. Parsons mentioned that you not only suffered physically but also pscyhologically."

Nicky's jaw clenched slightly and he nodded "I had some cuts and bruises but I had trouble sleeping... I was paranoid at times. I often shut people out and shut down. One day.. I felt like I couldn't breathe.. like the wind was just knocked out of me. I still feel that way sometimes."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Martin faced the judge "No further questions, your honor."

He took his seat and said a silent prayer as Jack approached Nicky.

"How much did that suit cost you?"

Nicky buried his iconic smirk "Nothing, it was a gift."

"Oh, friends in high places?" he cocked his head.

"Objection, your honor. Relevance." Martin said in an annoyed tone.

"Overruled."

He tried not to roll his eyes as his nemesis proceeded.

"You've always been flashy, Mr. Valentino. Even before you moved to California. I mean, c'mon.."

"Style is subjective. I don't see how that's relevant to Floyd attacking me or my family."

"Oh, on the contrary. Y'know what I think," he inched closer to the stand "I think this whole thing is a set up. You did it for the money, the attention, the fame."

Nicky remained silent.

"No comment?"

He shook his head "Nothing you've said has been worth a response."

He scoffed and the judge rolled his eyes "Let's keep it moving, gentlemen."

"Apologies, your honor. Mr. Valentino?"

Nicky simply looked at him.

"It's no secret you've had a rough life. Especially, your childhood. You were involved in crime at a young age, were you not?"

Martin watched Nicky with a careful eye.

"Crimes such as?" Nicky retorted.

"Y'know," he shrugged "stealing, trespassing, typical stuff."

"Worst thing I did was steal a stuffed animal."

"That was for your sister, right?"

Nicky's eyes faltered for just a split second but you saw it from the bench.

"Sofia was her name?" The man moved closer to Nicky "Pretty na--"

"Objection, your honor! The defendant is attempting to rile up my client."

"Sustained." He looked down at Jack "Get to the point, quickly."

"I'm just saying, you'll do what you have to for the people you love. Isn't that right?"

"I think anyone in this room would agree to that statement."

"But I'm asking you specifically."

Nicky heard it the same moment you did. Do. Not. Break. "I love my family and friends, but if you're suggesting I'd go so far as to murder someone for them. You're wrong." I'd do more than that, he thought to himself but he said "It'd only hurt everyone in the end and what's the point in that?"

The lawyer stood still and looked at Nicky like he was a stain that wouldn't go away.

"Earlier, you said you beat Floyd out of self defense. How'd you do it?"

"With my hands."

"You use brass knuckles?"

He shook his head.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"No. No, I didn't use brass knuckles."

"So you, took down someone Floyd's size?"

"I defended myself."

"To the point where you knocked out teeth?"

"Objection, badgering." Martin said without even looking away from the scene.

"Sustained."

Jack hissed softly "Weren't you two friends at some point?"

Nicky chuckled in disbelief "Absolutely not."

"This man was like a father to you when yours couldn't even stand up straight. How dare you sit there all high and mighty?"

Nicky smirked and he shook his head "My old man was more than Floyd will ever be. He made an honest living, Floyd can't say the same... you think I want to be here? On this stand, in front of half of the city?! All I want is to be home with my heart, that's it."

"And you'd do anything to get there, wouldn't you?! Like lie to Floyd to get him alone under false pretenses just to beat him to death."

Nicky glanced at Jack then Floyd "I'm sorry you think you're going to get away with this."

"Don't look at him, look at me!"

He looked at him "I'm sorry for the both of you."

The judge spoke over Jack who started ranting and raving "You're done. No further questions for Mr. Valentino."

"But your honor, I'm not finished!"

"You should've thought about that before you started foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog."

You watched Nicky descend the stand and tried not to smile.

"You were glorious." You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him.

"Hey," he chuckled "people will think we're celebrating." He hugged you back.

"Why not?! I have an idea. Let's go the park, just for a quick stroll. We could get some ice cream?"

"Hm... it is a nice day out." He surveyed the blue sky.

"We wouldn't advise that." An officer stepped forward and spoke up.

"C'mon, you've been trailing us for months now. The case just started about a week ago and we're still safe. We can go out to the park for just a few minutes."

You pleaded and felt Nicky's thumb stroke the back of your hand. "You guys will be close?"

The officer nodded and looked back at the other officers who were with him.

You and Nicky walked hand in hand eating your ice cream cones and basking in the sun.

"How are you not messing up your lipstick?" He glance over at you.

"It's a skill. Plus, you can mess it up later." You teased.

He made a flirty face and bumped shoulders with you which made you smile. He wondered if he could make you do it again.

"I really love when you do that."

"What?" You finished off your ice cream cone as he looked at you "What?!"

"When you do anything..."

"I don't believe you."

He chuckled and finished his ice cream cone "Why not?!"

"Because that's so unrealistic," you laughed and he smiled. That was twice now. Maybe he could go for a third time. "So, all I have to do is breathe and you're obsessed?"

He cupped your cheeks in his hands and looked at you tenderly "You don't have to do anything to make me love you. It just happens. I look at you and it just happens, like breathing or blinking or.." he tried to find the words.

"Like eating?" You chuckled.

"Yeah," he chuckled "like eating but all of my favorite foods could never equate to you."

You held onto his wrists and went in for a kiss.

When he was about to duck down, he had that feeling again. The one he spoke about in the courtroom except this time it was back. He noticed something far off or rather, someone. It couldn't be. It didn't look like him but why was he pointing a gun at your back?

Nicky wrapped his arms around you and switched places with you. You shouted as you fell to the ground then blacked out when you heard screaming, running, and a pop. He was lying on top of you.

"Nicky?" Your breathing picked up when he didn't answer "Nicky?" Your voice cracked.

A handful of officers rushed towards the two of you. You wrapped your arms around him and your hands felt wet. When you pulled them back, you saw red.

"No, no, no," you sat up slowly and let him lay in your lap. "Hey, hey," you held his bobbing head in your hands. "Nicholas? Nic-- Nicky?!" You tapped his cheeks and he moved in his half conscious state. The officers surrounded you and the rest was a blur.

Minutes later the ambulance showed up and you rode in the back, holding his hand whenever the paramedics let you. You relished in it since you knew you couldn't be with him when they took him back to the operating room.

Rocky and Chris were there as soon as he went into surgery. You immediately broke into tears when you saw them. They both hugged you and you felt your legs give out. If it weren't for them holding you up, you would've been sprawled out on the floor.

Eventually, the tears stopped flowing. Chris got you something for your eyes since they were hot from crying. Rocky got you something to drink.

"It's my fault. I wanted to go to the park. If I didn't--"

"No, don't do that. He wouldn't want you to do that." Rocky rubbed your shoulders "C'mon kid, it's gonna be alright. It's gotta be alright."

And just like that, the tears came back and you buried yourself in his chest. He rubbed your back as you released heaving sobs for what felt like the seventeenth time. Chris came back with a cold compress but set it aside when he saw Rocky holding you close and letting you cry into his shirt.

Moments later, the sobs had reduced into sniffles and puffy eyes. Chris sat with you in the lobby while Rocky went to the chapel. You let the cold compress rest on your eyes. Seeing black felt odd. It made you wonder: What Nicky was seeing right now? Was he out yet? Was he okay? You sniffled and tried not to cry again.

"I need to see him." Your voice cracked.

"They'll get us when he's ready," Chris took your hand in his and you cried again. His own eyes filled with tears as he heard you whimper and sob into your free hand. Rocky gave you a hankerchief earlier but it was soaked.

Chris noticed you weren't using it, so he gave you some tissues he jammed into his pocket earlier. The gesture made you cry more and you held your head in your hands.

When you managed to barely compose yourself, you stepped away into the restroom. You looked in the mirror and noticed your eyes were practically swollen shut from all the crying you'd been doing. You created a pool of water in your hands and let your eyes rest in the cool for a few moments. Before you left, you wiped the lipstick off of your face. The crimson red did nothing but remind you of your husband's blood on your hands. There was a knock at the door.

"One second," your voice faltered as you scrubbed the last of the lipstick off.

"It's Rocky. Nicky's awake."

You ran to the door and flung it open, nearly knocking Rocky in the head and sending him to his own hospital bed.

"Where's the nurse? I want to see him."

"I know. C'mon," he held your hand and walked past the lobby. Chris stood and joined you two to see Nicky. The nurse approached you as you started to cross the threshold.

"He's still out of it, so only one visitor at a time."

You nodded and looked back at Chris and Rocky.

"What are you waiting for?" Chris asked you.

Rocky gestured for you to go first "He could care less about us right now."

You pressed your lips together then walked into the room. You sat down in the chair next to Nicky's bed and noticed his tossled hair, flushed skin, and the IV in the back of his hand. Where was his wedding ring?

You looked around and saw it in a small container on the table next to you. You opened it then heard him move slightly. When you looked back, you saw him opening his eyes. He smiled softly at you, his eyes still half shut.

"Hi, amore mio."

"Hi," you gently rubbed his wrist and kissed his forehead.

His eyes opened some more "Why'd you take off the lipstick?"

You smiled then started crying again.

He offered you his hand but you just rested your head on his arm. He caressed your shoulder since that was as far as he could reach.

"I was so worried about you." You kissed his hand then slid his wedding band back onto his finger.

"Are you proposing to me?" He chuckled then clutched at his side and grimaced "Mmph, don't make me laugh."

"I wasn't being funny." You sat on the edge of his bed and he looked at you.

His eyes opened up some more as they adjusted to the light "Can you stay here?"

"Of course I can, but Chris and Rocky want to see you and it's only one visitor at a time."

"Stay a bit longer. They'll be alright."

You bent down and kissed his forehead. A tear fell from your eyes and landed on his skin.

Author's Note: This was heart-wrenching but also one of my favorites to write. That lawyer Jack is really something, huh? Also, I'm debating on how I wanna write the next chapter since Floyd will be testifying and Nicky will definitely wanna be there although he just got shot {he's so stubborn, he'll probably hobble in there}. I think the next chapter will be the last! Knowing me, it'll be another two-parter haha 🥂until then, take care!

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