Eternal Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 6) (52 page)

Once his wake was settled, it was time to pick a burial plot. The ride around Green-Wood cemetery to decide on where we would both rest eternally, that broke what was left of my heart. He tried so hard to give me what I wanted in life, bought that huge house because he thought it would make me happy. We made that house our home and now I was left choosing our final home. And still I didn’t cry.

The girls met us at the florist and we ordered the traditional pieces. A bleeding heart from me, a broken heart from Nicole and Mike and a piece the florist called the Gates of Heaven from Adrianna and Anthony. We also ordered the rosary beads for inside the coffin and made that from his grandchildren. So along with their pictures, Victor would be buried with remnants of Luca and Victoria.

The night before the wake the girls came over, and together with my in laws, we went through old photo albums to display around the funeral parlor. My daughters marveled over one photograph in particular, one of me and their father. The year was 1984, and it was one of a few where my husband was dressed casually in a pair of jeans. I stared at the photo and the outfit I was wearing, white fitted pants and a turquoise blouse. I wore a lot of that color in the early years and I remember why, Victor loved the color on me, told me it reminded him of the first day we met.

I wound up slipping that photo into Victor’s folded hands the morning of the wake when they allowed me to view him before they closed the casket for the final time.

Victor’s wake reflected his life. It seemed anyone Victor ever met throughout the duration of his sixty-six years showed to pay their final respects. Some of the faces I remembered, some I didn’t. All I thanked for coming and told them how grateful Victor would’ve been. The old time gangsters competed by sending extravagant floral arrangements and stood in the back of the viewing room sharing stories of all the illegal activities they conducted with my husband. The younger ones, the fresh faces like my nephew, sat vigil, quietly taking in the death of a mobster. Whether they were young or old, veterans or new blood they showed up, but I knew that once the dirt settled over my husband, they would fight tooth and nail for everything he built.

Then there were the loyal men who never wanted a piece of my husband but were always there to lend a hand when rough times fell upon him, those were the men in leather. Jack Parrish stood the left of my husband’s casket and his vice president stood to the right. They never left his side, not once, stood like two soldiers guarding his body until it was time to head to church for the final mass.

And even then they didn’t leave his side.

As the hearse pulled away from the funeral parlor, they straddled their bikes and rode alongside him, accompanying him to the church we were married in. But their loyalty didn’t stop there, the Satan’s Knights respectively removed their cuts and carried my husband’s casket into the church.

It wasn’t until I entered the church and the choir sang
Amazing Grace
as I walked behind my husband’s casket that I lost myself and the tears fell uncontrollably down my face.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me…

I once was lost but now I’m found,

Was blind, but now, I see…

I stared at the coffin as the priest prayed over Victor’s body, begging our Lord to relieve him of his sins and welcome him into his arms. As he continues the mass I continue to beg and bargain with our Lord for a chance to be reunited with my love.

Forgive him Heavenly Father.

Please don’t take away my eternal love.

The mass ended, it was time to take Victor to his final place of rest, the home where he’d wait for me to join him. A funeral procession of fifty cars, two limousines, three flower trucks and hearse guided by a dozen bikers stopped traffic along Fort Hamilton Parkway.

Wherever Victor was, I knew he had a grin on his face, loving that his send-off was as big as his personality.

The media were waiting outside the cemetery gates hoping for one last headline, snapping photos of us as we cried over his grave. One by one, everyone laid a rose on his coffin until there was only five of us surrounding him. Michael and Nikki said their goodbyes first, followed by Anthony and Adrianna.

Then it was just me.

Me and Vic.

I stepped to the coffin and placed my rose on top of all the others.

How do you say goodbye to the love of your life?

You don’t.

I’ll never say goodbye to my Victor.

I leaned over the coffin and pressed my lips to the top of it.

“Until we meet again my eternal love…I’ll be the girl in the turquoise jumpsuit.”

The End.

For now.

I ease Reina into the passenger seat of Lacey’s car after the cemetery. The two of us defied doctor’s orders, she took herself off bedrest and I damned my hearing to hell by riding, neither of us willing to give up the opportunity to pay our final respects to Vic and his family.

“Lace, take her straight home,” I tell my daughter as I buckle Reina’s seatbelt and turn my eyes to her. “You feel okay?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as she shifts uncomfortably.

“I’m fine,” she insists. “I’m just tired,” she adds as she kisses me.

“I’ll meet you at home and we’ll take a load off, watch one of those sappy movies you love so much.”

She smiles widely, and I laughed. Sunshine loves torturing me with the Lifetime Channel. I press another quick peck to her mouth before closing the door and tapping the hood of the car.

“Jack, I need a word,” Rocco Spinelli calls from behind me and the smile instantly falls from my lips. I turn, rolling my neck from side to side as I size up the boss of the Pastore family. The threads are the same and I’m sure Vic’s smiling down on his protégé. On second thought, maybe not, the kid seems to have forgotten the silk tie and matching handkerchief. That shit wouldn’t fly with Vic.

“We have nothing to discuss,” I say finally, lifting my gaze to his. Standing beside Vic’s coffin I observed a lot over the last few days and I decided on a number of things on behalf of myself and my club.

Victor Pastore wasn’t anything like the mobsters that flooded that funeral parlor. Not even the man he trained to take his place could ever fill his shoes, and I didn’t have a desire to join forces with any of these mutts.

“It’s about the bomb,” he mutters, undoing the top button of his collared shirt.

Rolling my eyes, I let out a sarcastic chuckle, he knows shit about that bomb. He wasn’t there when everything turned to dust. He didn’t lift a finger to help rebuild. He sat his pretty boy ass down, kicked up his legs in his mansion and barely checked in on his aunt.

“Thanks, but we’ve got everything under control.” I dismiss him, turning back around to head for my bike but he grabs a hold of my arm and holds me back.

Snatching back my arm, I step to him, narrowing my eyes as I drill him with a deadly glare.

“Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me again, not unless you want me to cut them off—” I threaten but he quickly cuts me off.

“I don’t think the Corrupt Bastards sent that guy into your clubhouse with the bomb. There’s another enemy moving into our harbor and our streets and his name is Vladimir Yankovich. I have reason to believe he was working with the Bastards. Now, I think we can shut him—”

“Hold it,” I order, cutting him off and holding up my hand to stop the bullshit spewing from his mouth. “First, what happened to my club isn’t your concern. I don’t give a fuck about your theories and I sure as hell didn’t ask for them. Second, you made a mistake assuming there is a
we
here,” I growl as I wave a finger between his chest and mine. “My alliance was with Victor,” I clarify, pointing behind his shoulder to his fresh grave and his wife standing over his casket saying her final goodbye. “That alliance follows that coffin into the ground today. The Satan’s Knights are done with the mob.”

“But—” Rocco argues and I shake my head.

“And they say I’m the one with failing ears,” I grunt. “We’re done here,” I continue. “Good luck, boy, you’re sure as hell going to need it.”

“Dad!”

I turn around at the sound of my daughter shouting.

“Reina’s water broke!”

There was no mistaking those three words, and I took off as quickly as my feet would carry my ass down the hill to the curb where Lacey’s car was parked. Pulling open the passenger door, my eyes roam over Reina, watching as tears stream down her cheeks and she clutches her belly.

“I’m sorry,” she cries.

“Woman, what’re you sorry for?” I question, taking her hands in mine.

“The car, it’s a mess!”

I glance down at the stains setting in Lacey’s mats and let out a low chuckle as I turn my attention back to my wife.

“Damn, Sunshine,” I shake my head, taking her face in my hands and touch my forehead to hers. “Who gives a fuck about the mats? We’re about to have a baby,” I rasp as I smile at her, my thumbs work at drying her tears. “You ready to meet this kid of ours?”

“I’m more than ready,” she whispers. Leaning in to kiss me, she pauses and her eyes go wide. “Oh God,” she groans as she clutches her belly.

“What? What is it?”

“I think I’m having a contraction,” she says, through clenched teeth.

“Is it true? Oh dear, it’s true!” Grace says, coming up behind me. I turn to her, relieved to see someone who probably knows what the hell is going on.

“She thinks she’s having a contraction,” I explain.

“She most definitely is. Give me your watch,” Grace orders, pulling open the back door and climbing into the car. I hand her my watch and run around the front of the car and switch places with Lacey. Grace has one hand planted on Reina’s shoulder, caressing her arm as she tells her to breathe and eyes the watch in her hand.

“We’ll follow you,” Lacey says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Good luck!”

“Love you,” I call out the window and start the car. “Hang in there, Sunshine, we’ll be at the hospital in no time,” I tell her, steering the car with one hand and placing the other on her knee.

“It’s still early,” Reina cries.

“It’s okay,” Grace assures her. “This baby will be just fine, Reina.”

My eyes meet hers in the rearview mirror, they’re red and blotchy from the tears she shed over her husband but still they shine back at me as she smiles.

“Drive, Parrish, or we’re going to deliver this baby ourselves.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I accelerated on the gas, maneuvered in and out of traffic with a brigade of Harley’s following me.

“Is it supposed to hurt this much?” Reina wails in pain.

“We’re almost there,” I tell her.

“Shut up! You’re never touching me again, Jack Parrish. Never,” she shrieks, squeezing my hand and crushing my fingers with all her might.

My lips quirk at the threat and she squeezes my hand harder.

“I’m serious,” she says through her clenched jaw.

“Sure you are, Sunshine.”

From the moment I pull up in front of the hospital everything seems to happen in a blink of an eye. We’re ushered into a labor and delivery unit where I trade my leathers for a pair of scrubs. Reina’s doctor informs us she’s progressing fast, too fast for an epidural, and for a moment I believe Sunshine truly may never let me touch her again.

I try to process everything, ingrain it to my memory, for this time I don’t want to forget a single moment of this child’s birth. I stare at Reina, brush her blonde hair away from her face and continuously kiss the top of her head as she clutches my hand and grips down.

Her screams are muffled but I feel them down in my soul as our baby makes its descent into this world.

“You’re doing great, Sunshine,” I soothe as the doctor and his staff work diligently to prepare for our baby’s entrance into the world.

The incubator is turned on.

With a clean blanket draped over her arm the nurse moves next to doctor.

The doctor lifts his eyes to Reina, holds up one finger, then another and finally a third and commands her to push.

I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing the next noise that’ll fill this room is the voice of my child’s first cry. I pray to whatever God hears me I can hear it loud and clear.

I’m not one for prayers but while I’m at it I pray for the child that is about to be born.

I pray he or she is healthy.

Please be born free of a troubled mind.

I pray he or she lives a long beautiful life.

Please go on to live way passed me.

I pray he or she never knows the ugliness of the world.

Please don’t follow in your Daddy’s footsteps.

Live.

Love.

And always find your sunshine.

I’m just about to turn my attention to Reina and thank her for the gift she’s about to give me when the doctor lifts the tiny miracle Sunshine and I created together into the air.

A strong pair of lungs lets out a shrill cry that echoes through the room.

“It’s a boy!” The doctor announces.

I hear him.

My boy, I hear his cry.

“That’s it boy, sing for Daddy,” I say with a smile, tearing my eyes away from my perfect boy to his perfect mother. “Sunshine,” I rasp.