My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) Read online

  I could understand how he could be easily swayed. He always was weak when it came to most things, but women along with drugs, were his biggest weakness. The conditions in the prison made me shiver in the stifling heat. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I looked at my dad and I could see he was heartbroken. Here he had this son that was nothing but a problem from day one, and now he confessed to murdering a woman who threatened to kill me. I couldn’t imagine the heartache he was feeling at that moment. I couldn’t imagine the pain and heartache my brother was going through. He was genuinely in love with this woman who was only pretending to love him to hurt me.

  “Do you have a lawyer?” My dad finally spoke.

  Romain shook his head no. “They were going to provide me with one.”

  “Bullshit, I will get you one. I know one of the best here. I already called him and he will be meeting with you today.”

  “Why did you want to see me, Romain?” I was still confused as to why I had to be there.

  “I have to make you understand. I want you to know what happened. I’m not a murderer, Fabrice.”

  “Tell me. I have had men following her for quite some time. I knew who she was. That is why I had to get Isabella back to Washington. I didn’t know if you were involved.”

  “I didn’t know. I swear to you.” He smashed his handcuffed hands down on the table trying to make me understand.

  “I believe you. I had you followed, too. I needed proof that you were not involved in this.”

  He looked at me with shock. “You can’t think I would do that!”

  “Look at your track record, Romain. I had no idea what you may have been up to. As soon as I heard she was involved in this terrorist attack on me, I had to do whatever was necessary to protect me, Isabella, and our parent’s. I had to know you had nothing to do with trying to kill me.”

  “I may be a lot of things, but I would not hurt you like that. You’re my fucking brother, Fabrice. We were raised by the same parents. Nothing, and I mean nothing would make me want do something that would cause you bodily harm. I truly thought she loved me. She used me to get to you.” His gaze left mine, and he hung his head.

  “I know what she did.”

  There was a silence. I looked around to see another person come in. My dad jumped up and greeted him. That must be the lawyer.

  My dad introduced me to him. His name was Pablo Bassi, and he and my dad went way back. He lived in Italy, and was one of the best lawyers around.

  Before they talked legal issues, I needed to hear from Romain what had happened. How did he know she was sent to kill me?

  My dad gave him a cigarette, and he took a long drag and seemed to settle down a bit. He was ready to talk, but whether or not he would be honest was yet to be seen. I would know if he was lying. I always knew. He told me his story of how he met her at a narcotics anonymous meeting. She told him she was a former user, and he believed her. They became friends, and she acted rather needy always wanting him around when she was in town. She traveled a lot and said her constant traveling was for work because she was a historian. He was happy with her. They seemed to have so many similar likes and interests. They fell in love quickly, and he asked her to marry him last year. He not once suspected she was anything other than what she said she was. He did admit he had not met anyone in her family, and she never talked about her family and only a couple of times did she meet my parents. Everything was normal until last night. She was acting strange. She had come back from a trip to London, and Romain said she acted irritated and put off. He thought her behavior was from being tired. He left her alone until the evening when they went to dinner in Rome and came back to Romains apartment. That’s where she came after him with a knife. She told him he had to die because he was not playing the game right. He was to die and then she was going to kill our parents and me. The killings would be revenge for Fabrice killing her husband ten years ago. She attacked him with the knife and put up a good fight. She managed to cut him across his stomach. He lifted up his shirt and showed us the wound. Bandages covered his stomach, and his wound was evidence he did get in some altercation with someone. That is why his face was so beat up he said. She put up a good fight, but Romain wrestled the knife away from her. She kept coming after him, punching him, and grabbing another knife under her pants leg and coming after him again. She wasn’t going to stop until Romain was dead. He managed to grab his gun he kept in his drawer by the bed, and he shot her. She wouldn’t go down though, and he had to shoot her a second time. Only then did she stop coming after him and he knew he had killed her. The police were called, he was brought here, and he asked for me. He was set for a hearing the next day. With the facts in front of him, the lawyer seemed to think Romain would not spend much time in jail. He would have the information verified before they went in front of the judge and the lawyer asked if I would testify as to what happened to me and how this situation was related. I agreed, reminding them I would be returning home the day after. The guard reminded us that our time was up. We said our goodbyes and Romain was in tears when they led him back to his cell. My heart hurt for him. He may be an idiot and a chronic drug user, but he was my brother and he was there because he actually was doing something good for a change.

  I left my father and the lawyer there and went back to my hotel. I was exhausted, in need of a drink, and I wanted to talk to Isabella. This time I avoided the mass of reporters by meeting my driver in the garage area.

  The accommodations at my hotel were perfect. I had a wonderful view of the city, a nice walk out balcony, and a bed big enough for ten people. I ordered room service and turned on the news to see my brother discussed along with me. The story was of the terrorist connection and the murder of Andrea Noir by my brother. My phone rang like crazy, and before I could talk to Isabella, I had to speak to Washington. They said a representative from Homeland Security was flying down that evening. They offered me protection which I declined, and they promised to help my brother if his story was proven to be true. I discussed what I knew and that I would meet with them again the next day.

  I was able to speak to my girl afterwards and relaxed as I listened to the sound of her voice. I couldn’t wait to get back to her and share my home with her. Her brother and dad helped her move in. She was now officially back in my life and mine. I smiled to myself, laid my head on the pillow and actually slept for the first time in a long time.

  I made my way to the first family Sunday dinner at the Piori house. I had flown in from Rome in the early morning hours and then headed over to Isabella’s family home. The entire family was gathered around the table, and everyone was there to see me, and happy Isabella and I were back together. Through the entire dinner, I couldn’t wait to get Isabella home and fuck her brains out. I had not touched her in four days and my cock became hard just looking at her. Of course, she had to wear one of my favorite dresses and while I stood in the kitchen she whispered in my ear she was wearing nothing underneath. After that, I knew something had to be done before dinner was served.

  While everyone was gathered around Sophia and her baby, Isabella curled her finger at me to follow her. I hurried after to her bedroom. She quickly pulled me inside and locked the door. Before I knew what was happening, I was pinned up against the door, and her body was pressed up against me.

  She pulled up her dress to reveal she had not worn a thing underneath. I almost came looking at her bare pussy. She winked at me and smiled. “I can’t stand looking at you and not having you.”

  “What if your father or brother finds me deflowering you in your bedroom? They’ll beat the shit out of me.” I laughed as my hands grabbed her ass and pulled her up against my cock. I throbbed against her.

  “Baby, I’ve been deflowered a long time ago in my bedroom.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, really? I bet you have not had an Ambassador in your room before.”

  God, I wanted her. My hands roamed up her ass to her waist and then to her perfect full brea
sts.

  She panted. “I can’t eat if you don’t fuck me first.” My lips devoured her. She smelled so good and tasted even better.

  “I have ached for you, Fabrice. I can’t function unless you fuck me now.” She fumbled with my zipper. My cock begged to come out.

  “Are you sure we should be doing this here?” The thought of having someone from her family walk in on us was a mood killer. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. I’d never seen her this aggressive. I caressed her bare thighs as I ran my hands up between them. So soft and warm. Then I was inches from her sweet pussy. I was going to make her go insane before I entered her. I could hear the carrying on down the hall with the family laughing. Isabella had my cock out and rubbed it against her pussy lips. Through heavy lidded eyes she looked at me and said. “Fuck me, Fabrice. Please fuck me.” My cock was going to explode before I was inside her. My body was so tight and the blood pulsated through my veins like fire.

  “Turn around and bend over,” I whispered. She complied as I ran my hands up under her dress and felt her hard nipples. One swift move and I would be inside her. She stuck her ass out enough for me to push in. My hands grabbed onto to her hips and my cock slid in fast. Holy fuck she was wet. I felt her tremble as I reached around and fingered her clit. One more thrust and she moaned deep inside so no one would hear us. I felt her orgasm as she squeezed tight around me. I blocked out the laughter and commotion outside the door, and thrust one more time. I came hard and quietly closing my eyes and enjoying how she felt wrapped around me. Repeatedly I came into her as she squeezed my cock. When I was done, she pulled her dress down, went to her drawer and put on a pair of panties, kissed me, and waked out of the room with a naughty grin on her face. She didn’t clean up. Now I had to sit through dinner with her family, knowing she was dripping with me. I pulled my pants up and walked down the hall and into the dining area as the praying had begun. I looked at Isabella and she licked her full pink lips, winked at me, and squirmed in her chair. I was nowhere near done with her yet. As soon as I got her home, I had a few surprises for her.

  The dinner was wonderful. Once again I was welcomed into this incredible family as if I had not left. I loved looking at my girl and seeing her so happy. My heart hurt to know she was in pain and sad for as long as she was. I looked around the table and inside rejoiced at the wonderful love I had found everyone laughing, joking, and eating as if there was nothing going on outside the four walls. Isabella’s father stood in the kitchen and looked out smiling. He and I needed to discuss what happened, but today was not the time. Today was a day of celebration.

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  “Please, Fabrice. Oh God.”

  Isabella was tied to my bed post and begging for me to stop teasing her with her own vibrator. Getting on all fours still hurt and put too much pressure on my leg, but the pain was easing with each time we enjoyed this role playing.

  I loved watching her pussy get wetter as I slid this vibrating piece of plastic in and out. My cock was on high alert wanting to burrow inside her. I had to hold off as much as I could. Isabella pulled on the restraints, and arching her back. I loved her so much and bringing her to the point of begging was what I longed to do.

  “You are wet, so wet, Isabella.”

  I stopped and let the vibrator rest on her thigh. She squirmed and groaned. I was playing with her and we both loved this game.

  “Fabrice, I want you. I want you inside me.”

  “Not yet, we aren’t there yet, baby. I just got started.” Oh how I loved this. I was back with a vengeance.

  She thrashed around tethered to the bed posts. Her body arched up silently begging for me to take her over the edge. Her breasts bounced with each move as she bucked up straining against the restraints. Fucking this amazing woman was a gift I didn’t deserve.

  What I felt, watching her want me was so incredible, almost surreal from where I was a few months ago. I became a different person when she was with me.

  I looked down at her and couldn’t help not tasting her dewy skin. I licked and nipped my way up to her neck and back to each nipple which I ravenously sucked on. While I did, I started the heavenly torture of inserting the vibrator inside her again. I was careful not to let the vibrator touch her clit or she would come fast.

  “I have never wanted a man as much as I want you. You are my life, Fabrice. I’m complete with you.” I wasn’t expecting that. We were in the throes of all out primal sex, and Isabella decided to get mushy on me. I noticed tears in her eyes as she looked at me. I didn’t speak. I wanted to be inside her and with the skill of the master, I was. I was deep inside heaven without missing a beat. I felt her quiver as I took her slow and gentle. She was still tied up and I turned on the vibrator again pressing it against her anus. With each stroke my eyes bore into her.

  She loved the dominance as I turned the vibrator on high and pressed harder. I could feel the vibration as my cock rammed into her. I looked down and watched as she orgasmed again. Her moans were cries of pure ecstasy.

  After the both of us came, I untied her, and we snuggled into the darkness of my room and warmth of my bed. I felt tears on my chest. She was my anchor and my soul, and we needed to get married soon.

  “Don’t cry, baby. We are in a wonderful place now. A place where we will stay forever. How about you make plans for our wedding again. I love seeing you wearing my ring.” I noticed her wearing the ring the other day, and my heart flipped seeing the diamond on her finger again. That ring helped me through the worst time of my life. Knowing she would wear my ring again kept me from doing myself in.

  “They are tears of happiness, Fabrice. I’m so happy.”

  “So am I, baby. So am I. Tell me what I have missed since I’ve been away from you. Your sister looks so happy with Ben and the baby.” I was curious to know what was going on in her life since we had been apart. We didn’t get a chance to talk much in the few days we were together.

  Sophia, her sister and Ben were expecting again. I think she is going to be a baby making machine. Ben’s Korean family have accepted Sophia and the fact that Ben is married to someone of a different culture. Her brother, Danny was questioned in her ex-boyfriend, Anthony’s death. Anthony didn’t commit suicide as believed earlier, but was murdered. Whoever set the scene, made some big mistakes. They turned the car on, and put the body in there after the body had been dead for a while. They were able to tell the car had a half a tank of gas, and would have run out before Anthony died. They arrested Isabella’s brother. Took him right out of the restaurant one night, and her Dad was about out of his mind. After questioning and interrogating him for hours, someone came forward that Anthony owed money too and confessed he killed him. The guy that murdered Anthony was one of Danny’s friends when they were growing up. Out of loyalty to Isabella’s family, he couldn’t let Danny take the heat.

  “That’s horrible. How is Marco?” Marco was Isabella’s younger brother who left the restaurant to travel with his rock band.

  “Marco is doing well. He made a second album with his band and met someone he’s in love with. Fabrice you have missed so much. Everyone has missed you and they were so happy to see you. I though Aunt Fina was going sit on your lap. She couldn’t get enough of you.” I loved the fire in her eyes when she talked about her family.

  “Next Sunday dinner we will talk about the wedding again and make plans.”

  She became silent.

  “You still want to marry me, right?”

  “What kind of question is that?”

  “I’m afraid to make plans, and then something happens again.”

  “Nothing is going to happen again. Let’s get married. I don’t care how or where I only want to marry you. The sooner, the better.”

  “Fabrice, we shouldn’t announce our wedding again and make a big to-do. Let’s make the wedding small and go to Paris. I want to marry you in Paris.”

  Isabella looked up at me and stared into my eyes, waiting for my reply.

  “Let’s d
o this. No big to-do, only the family, and at the vineyard house.

  “Really?” I was surprised.

  “Let’s make the vineyard better again. The vineyard is perfect. That is our favorite place, and I love to be with you there.

  A wedding in Paris at the vineyard. What could be more perfect? A honeymoon somewhere far away with no Romain, Gustan, or anyone else, but the two of us.

  “I like that idea. We can erase the bad memories I created.” I glanced at the clock and noticed it was midnight. We had spent four hours in bed. If I wasn’t totally exhausted, I would have stayed right where I was and not go to sleep. She was snuggled in my arms as she drifted off to sleep first. I brushed my thumb across her cheek. She was a delicate rose lying with a thorny bush. How my very existence was so entwined with her. I pulled her tighter to me, and she whimpered. I breathed in her scent and let my body relax knowing she was mine, and we would not be apart again. In the quietness of my room in the dark, she whispered, “I love you with all my heart.”

  On a cold blustery day in October, Avery was rushed to the hospital. She had fought like hell to keep her heart, but her new heart was rejecting. The medications she took were causing her to have other health problems. She had high blood pressure and diabetes. The increase in medication caused her an infection in her lungs. This infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics, and Avery grew weaker. Isabella and I were woken up that morning by Cherise crying on the phone. Their baby was three months old, and Cherise was beside herself with fear and sadness. We rushed to the hospital to find Avery in ICU.

  By the time we arrived at the hospital, she was unconscious, and Isabella became hysterical. The doctors didn’t expect Avery to live through the night. Avery’s family was there, her wife and baby and the two of us. The doctor came out to tell us her organs were failing, and she didn’t have much longer. The sobs turned to screams and I didn’t know how to calm Isabella down. All I could do was hold her while she thrashed and pounded on me. Eventually, she relaxed in my arms and cried quietly until she had no more tears.