“I miss her too, Papa,” Louie said, his small hand clutching Ezra's fingers tightly. The child’s big brown eyes mirrored the pain that had become a permanent fixture in Ezra’s heart. They stood at the grave, a mound of earth adorned with wilting flowers, remnants of a love that had once bloomed. Ezra knelt, his knees sinking into the cool grass, feeling the sharpness of the moment prick at him. “I know, champ. I know,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But… we have to be strong, right? For her.”“But it’s not fair,” Louie said, his voice rising in frustration. “Why did she have to leave us? Why can’t she just come back?”Every time Louie asked those questions, it felt like a knife twisting in Ezra's gut. He hated the helplessness that enveloped them, the unanswered questions that danced in the back of his mind like ghosts refusing to fade. “Life isn’t always fair,” Ezra replied, forcing a calmness that he didn’t truly feel. “Sometimes, bad things happen to the best people.”
“Ezra, you need to stop this,” Omar said, his voice firm yet tinged with concern. The early morning sunlight crept through the grimy windows of Ezra's apartment as if hesitant to illuminate the chaos within. Empty bottles lay scattered over surfaces, remnants of countless nights spent seeking solace in alcohol, a temporary escape from the unbearable reality of Louelita’s absence.“I can’t, Omar,” Ezra replied, his voice hoarse and heavy with despair. He sat hunched over the kitchen table, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes as he stared at the chipped wood beneath him. “I have to find her. I can’t just sit here and let them tell me she’s gone.”“People are starting to worry, man. The Velleotti’s are on the verge of collapse. You’re the boss; you need to step up. We need you,” Elio chimed in, his tone a blend of urgency and frustration. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, clearly disturbed by the state his friend was in.Ezra looked up at his friends, their
“Sir, the weather's turning rough. We should head back.”Ezra stood at the helm of his private yacht, eyes fixed on the churning sea ahead. Rain lashed against his face, but he didn't flinch.“We’re not stopping,” he said, his voice cold and resolute.Elio’s voice crackled over the radio from a nearby vessel. “Ezra, we’ve scoured this area for weeks. There’s no sign of her.”Ezra gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles white. “We keep searching.”Primo’s voice joined in, laced with concern. “Ezra, please. You’re pushing yourself too hard.”Ezra’s jaw clenched. “Not hard enough.”The crew exchanged uneasy glances but knew better than to argue. Ezra had been relentless since the crash, refusing rest, food, or solace.As the storm intensified, the yacht pitched violently. Omar’s voice came through the radio from another vessel. “Ezra, your behavior is madness. We need to regroup.”Ezra slammed his fist onto the console. “I won't abandon her!”Inizio’s calm tone tried to reason with him.
“Ezra, wake up!” Louelita's urgent whisper pierced the tranquil darkness of their bedroom. Ezra stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find her sitting upright beside him, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains.“What's wrong, Vita Mia?” He murmured, concern evident in his voice as he reached out to gently touch her arm. She sighed, her gaze distant. “I can't stop thinking about Louie. It's been a week since we've seen him. I miss him so much.”Ezra sat up, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “I understand. I miss him too. But he’ll be thrilled to see us tomorrow. The Alessio siblings have been sending updates; he's in good hands.”Louelita nodded, leaning into his embrace. “I know. It's just... this is the longest we’ve been apart.”He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll be reunited as a family.“The next morning, the sun cast a golden hue over the private island. The gentle
“Damn, Vita Mia. What are you doing?” Ezra asked as his eyes never left his wife’s body. It is still their honeymoon. They went to the island where Ezra first brought her when he saved her. Ezra asked for an hour or two because of an important meeting with his legal businesses, but his wife. His innocent-turned-naughty wife surely made a scene. Louelita bit her lip, seducing her husband, and looked down at her chest, bringing her hand to the string of her bathrobe and pulling it down, breaking the barrier to her healthy breast.She pulled the bathrobe open slowly, giving Ezra a clear view of two full breasts. His expression is one of shock and temptation. He’s completely caught off-guard as the meeting is on, his eyes glued to her chest for a few seconds before darting his eyes to his laptop.“Shit, Vita Mia, stop that. We will do it after this,” Ezra told her while gulping.Louelita pouted. “I want you now, Ez. I want you to do things to me again.”“Fuck,” he says, exasperated. He
As Ezra entered the room after sending orders to his men, his bulk crossed over the threshold, and in one moment, Louelita was in Ezra’s enormous arms; he wrapped her up easily and tightly. The wedding just ended, but their honeymoon wasn’t.“Is everything okay now?” Louelita whispered, but Ezra didn’t answer; instead, her mouth was sealed by Ezra’s. His mouth was hot, and she had to taste him, the tip of her tongue dancing along the ridge of his bottom lip. Louelita kissed Ezra back. Their hands never stopped touching the other’s skin and their lips never parted until they found themselves at the foot of their large king-size bed.“Fuck, I have some catching up to do,” Ezra muttered, looking straight into Louelita’s eyes.He let her go to undress, and she sat, still in the towel, demurely, as if she wasn’t about to be naked with her husband. His shirt came off, his arms were as thick as she always saw, his chest as wide as it looked, and the curves of every muscle in his six-pack