Catherine’s POV “Do you need a jacket, ma'am?” A voice came from behind me as I stared into the voidness that was in front of me.Turning around, I was met with the sight of a young policewoman gazing at me sympathetically.“No, thank you,” I muttered, looking down at my trembling hands. “Alright, ma'am,” She sounded unconvinced. “But do let me know if you need anything.”“Okay,”And with that, she sauntered out of the waiting room. Hugging myself, I averted my stare to the white walls of the police station as the memories of everything that happened in the last hour played in my head.I had managed to escape death for the second time in three months. And both time it had been because of my utter stupidity.Now that I thought of it, leaving the house without telling Alessandro the truth had truly been an asinine decision. Hell, what if something bad had happened to me.What if Laura had fired the bullet before the policemen arrived?What if the policemen had arrived only to find me
Chris’s POV“Chris Howard,” A pot-bellied police officer bellowed as he opened the door to the confinement.For the last two days, I had been confined behind a caged enclosure due to my involvement with Laura.Now that I thought of it, I wondered if she had cast a spell on me that I had helped her without thinking of the consequences that came with assisting a fugitive.“Is Chris Howard deaf?” The policeman hollered, causing the other men in the enclosure to glare at me.“I'm here,” I muttered, raising my hand. “Am I free to go home now?”As if I had cracked the funniest joke on the world, the man burst into a a peal of laughter that had him holding his sides.When he finally recovered from his laughing fit, he shook his head and tossed me a look full of disdain. “You can come and take the key from me and set yourself free, you idiot,” He scorned. “So you want to go home, huh? You didn't think about the risks of associating with that Laura Vasquez before you allowed her to live with
Laura’s POV “Give me a minute,” I muttered to the prison warden, as I grabbed my pair of crutches from the chair beside me.With the aid of the crutches, I hoisted myself up from the chair and headed into the courtroom, with two wardens trailing behind me.Today was the day of my sentencing and I knew without a doubt that the results would be highly unfavorable for me.I was merely going because I had exhausted my medical excuses for the week, thus I couldn't lie about the phantom pain that I often felt on the stump of my leg.That's right, my right leg, where I was shot was amputated two weeks ago. According to the surgeon, the bullets had destroyed my veins and it'd be advisable to cut my right leg, or else it could affect my other good leg.“Thank you,” I whispered, as a warden helped me onto the chair in the dock.I could feel everyone's eyes on me but I had no option but to put up with the strange stares. Let's face it, I ruined my own life by ever involving myself in the world
Catherine’s POV “She's currently clearing her luggage,” I said, as I perused Rita's recent text message.“Okay, baby,” Alessandro responded, securing an arm around my shoulder.We were currently at the airport to pick up Rita in preparation for our trip to Bora Bora tomorrow.Alessandro and I had finally concluded on having our wedding at Bora Bora. Well, I concluded on my own as he had previously told me that he'd be fine with wherever I chose, even if it was a ditch.The fact that I would see my best friend in some minutes had me beyond elated.Yes, I had finally decided to let go of the past and embrace my present, which consisted of Alessandro, our lovely children, Grandma, and Rita.Mandy was in the past which there was no use holding onto. I now had a best friend who loved, cherished, and never judged my sometimes asinine decisions, and I was beyond grateful for her.I couldn't believe three months had passed since I last saw her in flesh.Sure, the phone calls and facetimes re
Catherine’s POV “You are drop-dead gorgeous, Cathie. Alessandro is so lucky to have you as his fiancée.” Rita cooed, as she stared at me, eyes twinkling in awe.“Really?” I asked, a mix of curiosity and impatience simmering within me, as my eyes were closed, in order to allow a smooth eye make-up application.To my utter relief, Zia, the make-up artist and hairstylist, uttered. “You can open your eyes now, ma'am.”Exhaling heavily, I fluttered my eyes open and beheld my reflection in the dresser mirror.My best friend was right; I looked absolutely stunning. The makeup had accentuated my features in a perfect manner, that I never thought was possible.Zia was really good at her craft, and I was more than impressed by her work. And for that, I mentally noted to give her a huge bonus.I had made it clear to her from the get go that I didn't want something exuberant and ostentatious, and she had duly followed my instructions.She had also done a great job with my hair by tossing it into
Catherine’s POV “Hi, baby,” Alessandro’s voice came from behind me as I took a sip of vodka.We were currently honeymooning on a cruise ship on the Atlantic Ocean. About a week had passed since I became Mrs Da Silva again, but it still felt surreal at times.Smiling, I looked back and saw him leaning against the doorway, a grin plastered to his face. Alessandro seemed proud of himself as he stared at me.“Hi, what’s up?” I asked my husband, and his smile widened as he walked up to me and offered me his hand.“I have a surprise for you.”Curiosity tinged with excitement budded within me as I took his hand and we headed into our villa.On entering our bedroom, my jaw slacked in astonishment, as I beheld the surprise on the door.It was a door sex swing, and I had seen it on a couple of adult toys websites, some weeks ago when I was doing some honeymoon goods shopping.“Remember how I told you that I want you to sit back and enjoy our honeymoon while I do everything?” Alessandro’s husky
Alessandro’s POV “Have I ever told you that you're fucking perfect?” I asked, laying kisses from Catherine's clavicle to her slender throat, as my hands grabbed her wet and full ass.Gosh, I could already feel my balls twitching with the desperate need to climax, as she squirmed in my hold.“Y-Yes, several times even,” She moaned out, facing the shower wall, as I reached downward to cup her puckered slit.“Good, because you deserve to be reminded at all times,” I growled. “I must have saved a country in my past life for the heavens to bless me with a sexy perfection like yourself.”“Your fingers,” She mewled, arching her back, so that her ass grazed my erection, sending sparks of wild desire through me. “I need it.”“Where?” I asked, teasing her folds with both thumbs as a moan escaped her. “Here?”“Y-Yes, please. But go in,” She nodded fervently, to which I chuckled as my I gazed downward at my precum leaking cock.I needed to be inside her or else this would end before it even bega
Catherine’s POV “Yes, daddy. Fuck me harder!” I whimpered, pussy throbbing with an insane amount of pleasure, as Alessandro plowed me.“You like that, huh? You like being fucked like a slut, don't you?” He asked, spanking my ass, causing me to moan like a nymphomaniac.Earlier today, Alessandro and I were rearranging our luggage, in preparation for our journey back home tomorrow when I stumbled across an unopened box, sitting at the bottom of my luggage.Opening it had given me a big yet thrilling surprise as I saw a pair of red mesh panties with matching bra, handcuffs, and a black vibrator.Without thinking, Alessandro and I had immediately abandoned our luggages, to strip each other before he handcuffed me, and started using the vibrator on my clit while using his cock to stretch my pussy.I knew without doubt that Rita was the one who kept it there.Mentally noting to thank her the next time she called, I held onto the headboard as Alessandro gripped my hips and spanked me again.