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Fire and Rain Ch. 01

By: Dlovely



This is the start to Marcelo's story. I decided to do something different and add a supernatural element. Also Rain is supposed to represent a woman from the Ohlone tribe central to San Francisco. However, as far as Rain women go there is a rain dance but the legacy has been completely MADE UP by me. 

Let me know if I should continue!! Read, rate, comment. 

PS. I think Rain brings something unique to the table, and she's still a sista (half) ;-) 

***** 

"COME ON JESSIE, COME ON BABY BREATHE!" 

Rain knelt down to the ground and wiped away the leaves cluttering around her loves face. Rain thought they were on high enough ground but the wolf had proved them wrong; it had attacked him viciously and unexpectedly. 

Their plan was to have a have a romantic outing in the woods. Rain waited patiently as Jessie went to go get branches for the fire, but got attacked. 

She had been laying out the blanket, to which they were going to make love on for the first time. Then Rain felt her world stop as his desperate cry shattered through the forest, shaking birds from their trees into the sky, and chipmunks scattering inside their hollow holes. 

He screeched out her name and she had become frozen. 

Panic etched its way into her heart, and then beget it to pound fiercely in her chest. She ran to the scene and tried not to scream herself as the wolf turn his yellow eyes on her. 

She knew the land, and he had to be a loner. Wolves rarely found themselves on the reservations soil. 

Still, when they were at a lack for food they often separated from the pack to find food on their own. She eyed it cautiously, anticipating the jolts of the quick muscle that lied under its fur. She had imagined what would happen, if it took a short leap, easily got a grip on her neck with bracing teeth ripping flesh, and bone within seconds. 

"Jessie don't move," she told him quietly. 

She had reached out with her foot and dragged a stone to her. She bent down and picked it up. She tested the weight; yea it was definitely hefty enough. She looked as Jessie gave her a look of desperation from the ground. Rain threw the stone at the tree and for a moment nothing happened, and then what seemed like a million wasp flew out of it. 

Rain hit the ground as they swarmed around the wolf, he growled in annoyance, and once bitten enough ran off but not before baring his teeth in warning. It was then she had rushed to him. Bringing his body in her lap. She saw his arm had been bit and was bleeding. 

She didn't have enough strength and time to drag him to the mainlands, but if she left him for help he might die. She couldn't let that happen. It was always said that you don't forsake those you love and she was in love with him. 

They were young, but she knew from the moment he had stepped on the reservation that he was hers. They were but merely nineteen years old, but they had already vowed forever to each other. He had told her he loved her. 

He promised her that they would get married. He had promised her a life far from on the reservation. He said that she had many things to see and to adventure out into. 

She believed him with everything in her. She knew he was her soul mate. The one her Native American ancestors or elders would provide that her spirit guide would lead her too. 

There is only one soul mate out there, and once Rain gave herself to him she would never be the same again. Once they made love, their souls would unite, and she would be forever his. 

They had snuck away in the middle of a quiet evening and thought it clever to come and make love in the forest. Jessie was one for adventure and spontaneity. One of the many things she loved about him. 

"Come on Jessie you gotta stay awake," she ripped a sleeve off of her blue and white plaid long sleeve shirt, wrapped it around his wound, and tightened it with her teeth. She looked down at his now pale face; he was losing so much blood. 

His brown eyes were sinking in and his mouth was quivering as he held her tight. Sweat beaded down his body, though he was beginning to feel cold. She moved his long black braids out of his face, and behind him until they gathered around his thin shoulders. 

"It's hard." 

He wheezed. Tears began to come to her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She knew there was a way she could save him. She knew the powers she possessed. Power's that her mother said she must not let anyone know she had. 

She was a healer. A power that was passed down to her from the gods of her ancestors. Her mother had the gift of vision, a gift to foresee the future, if she wished. 

Her mother never used her power. She had said it was something she was ashamed of. Her mother said that Rains power was not a gift, but a curse for to use it would bring the user pain. 

"I can save you Jessie. I love you, but you have to trust me. Everything will go black at first, but it'll be alright okay." 

He looked at her his eyes glazed over, and nearing death with coldness and confusion. She laid her hands covered with his blood on his arm and closed her eyes. 

She felt her eyes lids flutter and suddenly the sky began to cloud over. The clouds a various shade of black and gray. The wind rippled fiercely, picking up her waist length black hair, whipping it around her face. The heavens seem to be in a uproar as the dirt began to rise and fall and trees seemed to bend. Then she felt it, the rain started to trickle on her skin feeding her power. 

She opened her wide mouth, forming a small "O" as she screamed the pain pulsing through her in a gripping haste. Her body convulsed and she nearly lost consciousness as she felt the sting and the bite of his wound. He had cut bone and torn flesh. Her eyes shut tighter and tears ran down her eyes and the rain that began to fall merged with power. 

She opened her mouth wider and released a small light from her mouth, the pain spiraling out his body through her and out her mouth and finally mingling with the rain. 

She collapsed as the last bit of pain left her body. Her breath was coming very short and she could barely take the burn that rested in her chest. She had never used her power before at least never in a major way. Only to heal minor scraps, bruises, and of course her mother's illnesses. 

Her body held no scars as other women. No scraps from her childhood had remained on her legs or arms. They had all faded, and healed -as if they had never been there at all. 

"Jessie?" 

She used the little strength she had to roll from under him. Gone was the gash from his arm. Gone was all the bleeding. He fluttered open his eyes a few hours later and she smiled as he looked up at her. As he started to focus, she became confused as he looked at her with fear in his eyes. 

"What did you do to me?" 

His eyes became slanted and actually angry as he spat the question at her, as if she had possessed him. This was a different kind of hurt that coursed through her. What did he mean? She had saved his life. 

She had endured great pain for him, pain that could have killed her. She had did it because she loved him, and would give her life for him. 

"Jessie I healed you-I have power to-" 

She tried to stand to go to him but she was weak. She reached out a hand for him to help her up, he smacked it down, and backed away from her. In his brown eyes she saw terror. She whimpered looking up at him. What was this rejection radiating from him? 

"You're a witch! You expect me to-to-when you're a damn freak Rain!" 

He backed away from her slowly holding up his hands. His blue button down shirt was open revealing his long and thin frame. His cowboy boots scuffed the dirt up as she tried to move closer to him. She was suppose to be a myth and women like her were legend. 

Even to those part of her Ohlone tribe and a outsider, which Jessie was. He didn't belong to the particular reservation but stumbled upon it when his own was disseminated. 

"I am your soul mate Jessie, and you treat me like this. I saved you." 

She said this barely above a whisper. She was still very weak. The power did a lot of damage to her internally for a while. Jessie would be just fine though, he was healed, and he was normal. 

"The hell you are! We must not speak of this. You must not speak to me witch!" 

His black braids tasseled whipping over his sturdy shoulders. He turned his handsome and familiar face on her and stalked away to leave her. 

"Jessie don't leave me out here, Jessie!" She blinked her eyes in disbelief. 

She pulled her knees to her chest on the ground and screamed a screech that echoed throughout resounding back scarcely. She was losing her mind. This was all a dream. She had not just lost the love of her life. She had plans. She was supposed to be married soon. She was supposed to live a normal life. 

He had held her in his arms, and made promises to her sealed in silent kisses. His love was to become her shield, protecting her from offenders, bringing hatred and objection to her character, which was to become one with him. 

She gathered herself together and let her body rest. She woke in the middle of the night. Her body fully restored. She began to cry as she was all alone again. What would he do? Would he tell everyone what had happened back at the reservation? He had said not to speak of it. 

He had cast her aside as if she was a wench. As if she had tricked him instead of saved him. She sobbed into her hands even more. Her mother had been right. 

They will call me a savior Mother and they will adore me...They will resent you and see you as a freak. What people fail to understand Rain they fear. You will not shame me and you will not throw your gift in everyone's face as if you are fucking special. 

The words echoed in her head, as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. She stood; her knees a little wobbly. Her head was pounding with resentment to what had just occurred. Everything was lost. Her life's plan was ruined. Everything was corrupted because of her stupid abilities. 

Why would the god's and spirits curse her with such a gift? She had lost her love. Her soul mate was lost treading off and out of her grasp. She still ached for him and it made her sick. Through all the hate that had pushed through his words, through the quick turn of his back on her, leaving her on the ground. 

The smell of nature was on her clothes, dirt on her brown face was smeared with tears, and sweat mingling bitterly. Through all of it, she longed to be in his arms once more. She yearned to have him take her for the first time. 

She would never love again. If he was her soul mate, as he had told her, then she didn't have the ability to and she was stuck. 

"Why? Huh, why me? I don't want this! You hear me. I don't want this fucking gift! Take it back. Take it back now!" She screamed her voice hoarse. 

She wanted nothing to do with the power that surge through her blood veins popping in restraint. She cursed the heavens once again, and tread-ed home over soft soil her footsteps heavy with heartache and lost love. She promised herself she would never use her gifts again. 

* 

"NOW MEN LETS MOVE QUICKLY. WE WANT TO MOVE IN AND MOVE OUT." Marcelo turned to his men and breathed his words quietly and with deliberate and firm orders. They crawled upon a roof of an abandon building quietly. 

They were in Al-Basrah, Iraq and the nights were brutally cold. By the time they had reached a secure position, Marcelo could feel his fingers go numb under his thick gloves. No snow was on the tip on his tongue or shifted under his moving feet. 

There was a dryness that made the cold much sadder and fucking cold. His voice blew smoke rings as if he was puffing on a thick cigar. It seemed to mimic him as it came out of his wide mouth. 

He had decided to rearrange his men by skill and capability. He wanted Diego and Dice with him, because they were ground men and restless. Greg and Brandon were very patient and stealthy. Naturally calm and collected. 

He didn't want trigger happy as his back up snipers, but he did want them as his backup as he shifted into unknown territory. Like the building across the street they were ambushing. 

"I thought those insurgent bastards weren't planning an attack until tomorrow." Brandon questioned as him, Dice, and Diego climbed down the side of the building. 

"Exactly,that's why we attack tonight. We must not wait till dawn, fuckin' bastards will expect that-" 

"Hell yea but this nights cold bites ass." 

Diego laughed breathlessly as he climbed after Marcelo. He knew Marcelo was crazy, but this was insane. They were risking a lot doing a night attack without a clear scope of the area. This wasn't their soil. They had left their camp and set up miles and miles away to travel to enemy territory. 

If they were captured they would be tortured until they started to beg for death. Marcelo had assured them they would come out safe and secure. There was a glint in Marcelo's deadly gray eyes that held a promise they believed never to be broken. 

He was a man of great skill and capability. Though he kept to himself a lot and rarely indulged in idle conversation. Him and a man name Connor from their group were like that and Diego thought he had seen them laugh few and far in between. 

When in combat mode they had a look in their eyes of men who had seen many things. Now that Connor was gone, Marcelo was the new leader, and had taken the role on with great pride and responsibility. 

"Let's not get testy fellas. This will only take a few there can't be more than ten to the three of us." 

Marcelo shrugged his broad shoulders. Diego and Dice rolled their eyes and followed closely behind their leader. They looked up at the top of the building across the street as they made it to the other side. To their luck Brandon and Greg were nicely hidden as black shadows hanging over the roof not a shift or movement, but a thumbs up. 

Marcelo leaned against the far wall of the house made out of stone. Inside were terrorist. Planning for the death of him and his men and other American soldiers. It was up to him to end this. It was only two weeks till he would be on leave. 

Then he could rest a while and come back rejuvenated. Of course he would go and check on his new place in San. Fran near the coast after visiting Jazz, Connor, Donny and of course James who he had become quite fond of. He rarely occupied his own house being on tour all the time. 

His house had remained empty. No woman running around nagging or sharing household duties. No little kids racing throughout the house lending a hand in mischief. Not even a pet, because he had no time to look after one. 

He had no family to come home too. He didn't let it make him bitter. He had lost his family in a car accident. His mother, father and siblings. He had lived because he had refused to go to his sister's stupid ballet recital as he had referred to it back then. 

He had been in his last year of high school. He was too wrapped up in booze, drugs and the sweet taste of sex to attend such things. She looked heartbroken when he slammed his bedroom door in her face refusing to go. Why the hell would I want to go to a stupid recital Gabrielle-..?Pleaseeeee Marc-...Over your dead body. 

Those words ate him alive every hour after he had learned about the accident. He bothered finishing high school, which was done but barely. He was seventeen when he had lost all he had known. Including what he took for granted. He was loner until his eightieth birthday when he joined the army. 

It was easy for him to block out everything. He ran harder than anyone else. He trained harder than anyone else no matter the weather. The more intense, the better. He had trained doing pull-ups on the obstacle course in the rain. He embraced the cold liquid running down on his skin like little needles as it hit his cotton green shirt. 

He loved the release. He worked out until he felt sick to his stomach. Better that than the guilt and anxiety that pushed its way into his heart and gripped it. He wanted nothing more than to wipe his slate clean. He never answered any questions about his family life or love life. He had never confided in anyone but Connor. 

He was the only friend that Marcelo had back then. He talked to him and even had cried in the man's presence before. He respected him for not mentioning it when the moment had passed. He had stayed quiet and laid a hand firm on Marcelo's shoulder. In his eyes no sympathy but simple understanding. Soon they became inseparable. 

"Now what are we gonna do when we get in?" Dice questioned, rolling his neck. 

Marcelo could tell he was anxious. He was a short and bald black man with stamina and exhilarating speed. He was known for being crazy and laughing in the face of danger. Marcelo instantly liked him. He had managed to find humor in something as gruesome as war something to be envied and desired. 

It would never be that way with Marcelo. His whole life had been a battle. Each day was the extent of the war. He would never feel anything besides the emotions of a killer, fury pumping in his blood; it had to be unleashed. 

He used his pent up emotion to execute plans in record time. He didn't want to admit that he got lonely sometimes, that he long to have a woman that would be more than temporary, and would understand him. 

He was too guarded and strong willed. He was use to having things go his way. Never again would he be struck with the cord of vulnerability. It made him shake to think of the stripped and bare feeling of weakness. He would not succumb to such nonsense. That meant no love, and no family of his own. 

The army had been the single reason he had quit drinking and smoking. He had begun to depend on the substances to make it through the day. He had come accustomed to the harsh liquid burning satisfyingly at the back of his throat and sloshing in his stomach. 

It took endurance to learn how to depend on himself, and his inner strength. All of his frustrations channeled into something challenging was new for him. It was easy to drink the day away and let his mind haze over. 

It was easy to smoke and drink until he would start imagining his family. Then he would curl into a ball and sob. No grown man should sob, but he did. Soon they became muttering hiccups and now he never dropped a single tear. 

"Were going to eliminate with extreme prejudice. If you have a troubled conscience I would leave it out here along with practicality let's move." 

He was stealth and quick. His skills were impeccable and this he knew. It had taken dedication to drive himself to the edge. He wanted to be the best, and had to be the best. 

His eyes were sharp narrowing as he picked up the sounds of harsh language. They were planning. The shit was up in flames now Marcelo thought. He rolled across the sand kicked open the door and then started to fire. 

His men rolled in after him firing rounds sounding as if it was damn near judgment day. Marcelo could hear the sound of the bullets whizzing past his ear, and the pulling back of fatal triggers. 

His process was to fire with accuracy and reload with intention. He didn't blink as bodies hit the floor and blood stained white walls with the sickness of death. This was the enemy and his roar peaked out of his throat. 

He was an animal, no mercy. He moved deeper out of the room as his men fought with the intensity and skill they were known for. He moved, scanning through the darkness. There were no furniture in these stone houses. Only weapons and plans. He didn't notice the presence of danger growing dimmer as he advanced alone. 

He stepped out the back of the house and started to signal off his men Brandon and Greg on the roof, his snipers, when a pain shot through his leg. A knife cut the flesh in his leg cutting through skin and bone. He braced his teeth and screamed out in pain. He fell to his knees and then on his face. His helmet rolled off his head, while quick shots were fired and then all he could see was blackness. 


Fire and Rain Ch. 01



* 

IT HAD BEEN EIGHT YEARS. Eight years since Jessie had left her in the woods, broken, and battered. It had been humiliating and self-destructive to her sense of compassion and sentimental emotions. She had returned home demolished by the words he spat at her dipped in malice and cruelty. 

She had come home to her mother raw with emotion spilling from her every pore. Her mother had sensed something as soon as she walked into the door. 

"You told him!" 

Her mother's eyes widened as she probed the emotions that wisp in the air around her daughter. Her eyes sunk in with shame and disbelief. She wanted the glory. Her mother lowered her eyes. She wanted everyone to know she was special. 

She wanted to be the center of a attention. Then she would leave, her mother thought with a sneer, just like her good for nothing father. She had his eyes brown, but a quiet storm settling in the golden rim that hung around the corneas of each one. 

"Yes, I love him, and I saved him." She spoke her words colored with confusion. Hadn't she? If so then why was he so angry? So scared of her or was he disgusted? 

"Damn you! I had a plan! We had a plan, but there you go royally fucking it up." 

Royally, as if it was all her fault his feelings, and his reaction to her. 

"What are you talking about? He betrayed me. He looked at me as if I disgusted him! He broke all his promises. He hurt me! I thought he was my soul mate." 

She reached for her mother and for the second time was pushed off and to the ground. Was this the position of her life? Constantly being rejected by those she loved? 

She had so much love she tried to give, and it was leaving her open. She was being destroyed by her own naivety. 

"Jessie was supposed to be your soul mate with time. Then you could escape from your shameful future. The spirits within you have made a mockery of your emotion. To believe that you would fall for a man not of our history, not of our—ughh! You anger me so!" 

Her mother kicked her and Rain moved back quickly to avoid her foot again. Her mother looked down on her. Her eyes wide and furious glinting over with hatred. It radiated off of her heavy frame; her body the opposite of Rain; it was short and pudgy. 

Rain was more like her father lean, and standing above her mother at medium height. 

Her mother's hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, a wisp of hair escaping, and curving on the left side of her round face. 

"You told me Jessie was my soul mate! You told me-" 

"Lies! Don't you think I looked into your future? I saw you in the arms of a white man! If Jessie was your soul mate, he would have to love you truly before you could heal him. If he loved you? He didn't. I sensed it. He was to woo you for me out of obligation, land, and money. Now you have scared him off!" 

Rain's mother was in a rage. She had made the same mistake with Rain's father. A black man that had come to live on the reservation to be sheriff. She broke the rules and slept with a foreigner and then had Rain. 

"You bribed him to court me?-Y-y-you promised him land to woo me from a future of happiness and love because it was a man off the reservation and not of our kind...I hate you, I hate you!" 

Rain screamed tossing back her black raven hair that fell to her waist bone straight. Her helplessness was so intense she couldn't even suppress her tears. Her life was in ruins and everything was a joke. 

She had been made a fool out of. Love was cold and indifferent. She never wanted this ache that laid in her breast ripping at her heart. The feel of crazed anger seeped into her veins pulsing. 

She didn't care what her mother said. She would never love again and give her heart again. It wasn't worth it and it was better she found out young. 

"I do not regret that. Only I do regret that you are such a despicable screw up. You must redeem yourself to me. I can't have you go out into the world and live a shameful future. You will not leave me like your father!" 

"That's what it's all about? You not being lonely. Your happiness that you find in my misery. I won't let you trap me. I have dreams! Did you know that huh? I want to help people and to heal without power! Un-link us. I don't want you probing in my future un-link us now!" 

She wanted no part of her mother anymore. Sharing ancestral powers they were linked. As long as they were, they would both have a hold on each others lives. To give each other strength, or make each other weak. She didn't want that burden. All her mother did was drain her. Not anymore. 

"Or what?" Her mother's grin was more like a grim snarl. 

"I tell everyone our secret." Rain took it in stride as she made the grin fall. 

"Okay, if that's the way you want to play it. I will un-link us, but you will leave with only the clothes on your back; nothing less, nothing more." 

He mother jutted out her chin in defiance to any reputed response she might have. She had none. She walked out the door slamming it behind her. She felt the chill as she was un-linked. No ties to her mother. 

* 

AS SHE CRUISED DOWN THE ROAD THE WIND WHIPPED IN HER HAIR. She swallowed the bitter past, and let it lump down her throat. That was long ago. Since then she had pushed forward and left it all behind. Hitching a ride out of the reservation she had snagged a waitress job in a small town. 

Rain had worked there in secluded serenity. Nobody asked questions and she offered no small talk. She worked and saved every penny, bought cheap clothes, lived off lunch meat, and bread. Soon she paid her way through college. She had wanted to do something where she could help and restore. 

She decided being a nurse and then a physical therapist. She worked her way all the way up to a prestigious hospital in California. Soon after her work there she moved into a private rehabilitation center. 

Now she decided to take her talents to more one on one in home work. She was contacted by Dr. Kirby that he had given a recommendation for her to a recently injured recovering solider. 

She had been in contact with his friends who was hoping to hire her for him. They told her that he would probably be resistant and wanted them to meet. They assured her once they met then it would be fine. Rain was packed up and ready to go. 

"Don't be nervous,you got this." 

She gave a reassuring nod to herself in the rear view mirror at the stoplight. She had climbed to the top of the murkiest ladder. She had beat the odds and made something out of herself. She was not the same young girl leaving home with only a shirt on her back and a torn heart. 

She had learned to guard herself and close herself off. She cared not for casual dating or sex. They were just complications that would get in the way. She didn't want even the resemblance of a relationship as far as she was concerned her mother was a liar. She had no soul mate, and she was content with being alone. 

She liked her solitude and her fiery ambitions that she kept to herself. She loved coming home to a quiet apartment, turning on some soft music and relaxing with a glass of wine. Then there was the fact that her powers had been doused. No one would understand her heritage and the rules and responsibilities of a gift given for the reasons of fate. 

Even she herself didn't know her restrictions. Just that the rain was her source of power if she wanted to heal. Apparently her legend is that when she meets her lover, and they acknowledge the love mutually and aloud she will no longer need the rain. 

When she finds her soul mate before they confess their love they will be linked and she will be able to feel his pain, especially when it rains but she will only be able to heal when they fall in love. 

Therefore, she cannot stop the pain until she confesses her love to him as well. She found that to be a total set up. It required that she opened herself up, which she had already tried once. It didn't work out and two people she had devoted her life to had smacked her to the ground and abandon her in her hour of vulnerability. 

The older she got the more she researched about her heritage. The more she knew now is what she wished she would have known back then. She couldn't change the past only put it behind her. 

Her past was of no importance now. As Rain pulled into the drive way of a Connor and Jazz O'Malley she itched with excitement. They stated this job required special attention and devotion. She hoped it would be life changing. Little did she know it most certainly would. 

* 

IT HAD BEEN A YEAR AND A HALF SINCE HE FRACTURED HIS LEG. He had torn muscle and flesh. His bones seemed to be in a frenzy broken in severed parts. They opened the wound and blood spilled like water from a pail down a well. 

They thought he would be a goner from the loss alone, but he held his own. They were able to fix and sow him back up. Still, he was just adjusting to moving and being mobile for long without pain. Also, it was hard adjusting to the piece of metal in his left leg. Some would call it lucky that he had survived. 

His snipers on the roof had hit the guy who had launched the sneak attack right through the heart after his initial attack. Marcelo had opened his eyes finding himself in a hospital for wounded soldiers. His men surrounded him sympathy and pity for him with each gaze. He looked away, because he couldn't stand it. The pity was close to unbearable. 

"Hey captain, took a tough shot huh?" Dice had commented easy enough and everyone's laughter was rough and not heartfelt. 

"Yea I guess I did. Is Lieutenant Gray here to see me?" They nodded and his stomach lurched with unease. Greg and Brandon stood on the far side of the wall posted grudgingly by a heap of wild flowers. 

Greg stood his brown eyes unwavering and his full mouth was set in grim anger. He was angry for Marcelo and that Marcelo could handle and accept. Greg stood tall even slumped against the wall, lanky with tawny muscles that weren't evident through his thick clothing. 

The shadows from the window played against his light skin. So did Brandon's though he was a creamy white, his big and narrow nose was always a sharp asset, and his narrow gray eyes served him well,complimenting the pink thin mouth,often speaking words that would make a pirate blush. They had saved his life and he was forever grateful to them. With one nod they understood that. 

"We just wanted to tell you it was a pleasure working under you and we hope your recovery and leave is good. We'll keep in touch Boss." 

Brandon, Greg , and Diego grunted. They all murmured in agreement to Dice's words. Then there was the observation that Dice would be they're new leader. Marcelo's throat went dry and his eyes somber. He saluted them from his place propped up on the hospital bed. 

They saluted him back and walked out with the grace he felt he would certainly never have again. His gray eyes went to slits as Lieutenant Gray walked into his room. His boots squeaked and Marcelo winced as they had sounded on the floor. He already had a terrible headache. 

"Well I'll cut to the chase. We need you to recover before we can even began considering taking you back." His voice was dry and without a trace of concern. He wasn't the endearing type. Reality was easiest for him to accept and dish out to those who didn't want to come to terms with it like Marcelo. 

"Taking me back?" 

Marcelo sat up straight as Gray's eyes were direct and a dull dark blue. He was a man that was very blunt. His icy white hair was shortly cut and sat on top of his head in a square shape of bristles. His thin mouth was set in a thin twitch and his face bore lines of deadly sins lived. He stood tall like Marcelo a little over six feet. 

"Yes we have decided to let you go with honorable discharge son. We will be sending you back to the states. There you can finish out care if we can recommend-" 

"No, I'll be fine. Thank you Lieutenant." He had never dismissed anyone of higher authority but the army had easily dismissed him in a blink of an eye. He couldn't shake the feeling of treachery. 

How many years had he spent protecting and defending his fellow man? Eight years and now he was nearly thirty. Now they were kicking him and while he was down. He sat in the bed his hands behind his back. 

The nurse came in to numb him for his final surgery. He didn't need the shot, he already felt numb. His brain simply couldn't complete a thought. He felt useless, and everything he had known was being stripped away. What he loved, had turn its back on him, and was leaving him with nothing. 

Soon as he was sent home he settled in a little uneasy. Then Connor had showed up seeming to be all smiles and hopes. He eased his worries and talked to him as if he didn't need the wheel chair or the crunches. 

He didn't seem to mind that his leg had to be treated every hour, not missing a beat as he unwrapped and re-wrapped his leg with great skill. He had stayed with him as he came home. They were given a chance to build a stronger friendship, that in a year and half he had come to cherish. 

He no longer needed his cane, but needed to practice on walking and doing things around the house. It was becoming difficult to keep things tidy, especially when he was in pain constantly. The scar was a little vague but the pain was evident. He was now getting use to the fact that the army was fading. 

Desperately he held on to the hope that he could re-enlist again. He burned for the feel of a cool weapon in his hand, and predatory confidence in his eyes. He didn't want to need anyone, but still Connor had insisted he get a live in physical therapist. 

Marcelo had saved well from the little heist him and Connor had pulled for Jazz. He was set for now later he would have to worry about getting a job. 

"I don't see the point of this." Marcelo ran a hand against his slicked back black hair and blew a defiant breath. He sat on the couch in Connors living room watching TV as they waited for the woman who they had hired to come and meet him. 

"The point is you need help and are too stubborn to ask." 

Connor stated logically. He spanned out his arms and settled deeper into the couch. His big frame taking up good space. His handsome face quirked a smile to Marcelo and he couldn't help but give a chuckle. 

"I am far from stubborn my friend. I just consider myself independent." 

"Yeah independently handicapped." James said filing his nails. He was trying to hide his concerned but he was worried about Marcelo living alone as well. He had been by a couple of times to bring groceries and he could definitely see Marcelo was fighting the pain. 

"Thanks James. I just don't understand why I need some old little lady around the house cooking, cleaning, and basically being my mother." 

Marcelo didn't understand what the "live-in nurse" was suppose to do for him. 

"You sound lonely as hell Marcelo. You need company. Cooking would be good for you too. Before I brought you food all you was sitting on was Ramen noodles. A broke college students diet, and don't get me started with those clothes." 

James said and Marcelo flipped him off and James put a hand to his chest. 

"Well I never-" James gasped and laughed. 

"I'm not lonely. I prefer being a bachelor. I'm a bachelor by choice." 

"I hope you not wearing those clothes by choice? Come on Marcelo I brought you shirts!" James yelled at him. 

"Yeah they were like two sizes small!" 

"I was trying to accent your muscles!" 

"And my nipples. I could barely breathe." 

"Beauty is pain Marcelo." 

"You believe this. Connor do I seem lonely to you?" Marcelo turned to Connor for help. 

"Un huh. Yea I'll go with James on this one." Connor scratched behind his ear and turned his head. 

"You know marriage has made you moody." Marcelo teased. Connor didn't mind one bit. Marcelo could tell he was crazy in love with his wife Jazz. They had been married for two years now. 

Donny was almost three, and it was starting to look as if Connor had spit him out of his very mouth. They were the spitting image of each other. The same endearing killer and charming smile and the tousled black sun kissed hair and skin. Even the jade eyes resembled mischievous tendencies that came from Connor as well. 

He did have Jazz's mouth though and her musical knack. He was a great kid and they all loved him. 

"Maybe, I think it's Jazz. She's rubbing off on me too much." 

"Daddy!" Wife and son bounded through the door, cutting off Connors words and sending a light in his eyes and a mouth splitting smile to his face. Marcelo ignored the twinge of envy and took in the scene. 

It warmed the heart of even a cold bastard like himself. Donny threw himself in Connors lap and Connor threw him up in the air catching him with great carefulness and ease. He then kissed his son's tasseled hair and sat him down. 

Marcelo smiled as Donny climbed into his lap and snuggled close to him. 

"Cookies!" 

"So you use me." 

Marcelo chuckled and suppressed the emotion that choked him. The boy's little hands grabbed his face rough with a little stubble and looked into his eyes. He seemed to sense his sadness he tried to hide and hugged him tight. 

"He's been talking about you all day Marcelo. I'm beginning to think I know why I wake up and the cookies are gone from the cookie jar when I stocked them last night." Jazz took off her coat revealing a body hugging beige pants suit and timberland heels. 

She had lost all of the baby weight and was as gorgeous as always. His friend was a lucky bastard if there ever was one. She smiled at Marcelo suspiciously and he and Donny gave her an innocent grin. She laughed shaking her head, her curls bouncing lightly around her shoulders. 

"I'll never tell." He said with a cunning smile and she smiled back and then it faded as she looked at Connor. A heated stare passed between them as his friend Connor drunk in every inch of her. 

Marcelo cleared his throat; they always looked ready to devour each other. They seem to always look at each other with new and fresh eyes. He wondered what that felt like. 

"Come here baby." Connor spoke his voice husky. 

She walked into him wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in covering his mouth with hers. He made Donny look away as Connor pulled her closer deepening the kiss and groaning as he grabbed her bottom. 

"Mhmm I wanna-" She started to say something, when Marcelo and James coughed loudly reminding them they weren't the only ones in the room. 

"Let's go upstairs. Marcelo and James have Donny. We can-" 

"No Baby. Ms. Wikavaya will be here soon." He started to pick her up but she avoided him swiftly. 

"Yea, and plus I am right here." Marcelo grinned at his annoyance. 

"They don't care. They might as well make a damn sex tape." James said and Jazz pointed at him. 

"Can you please not talk like that around my baby?" 

"But you can make a porno?" 

"James! I don't know why I even bother. Marcelo how are you feeling?" 

"I'm great. So great that we should just forget about this live in situation." 

"Nice try Marcelo." Jazz eyed him wearily. 

"Mommy! Door!" Donny exclaimed as a shadow of a woman hung in the doorway before the bell was rung. 

"I'll get it." Connor walked past his wife, but not before smacking her bottom and sticking his tongue out at Marcelo. He laughed and smiled, but then his face darkened as the woman's voice floated over to him. 

"Hi, I'm Rain Wikavaya." A chill went through his spine at her mahogany tantalizing voice. Suddenly, he felt cold and warm all at the same time. He instantly felt connected, and drawn to her. He didn't like it one bit and scowled at her as she entered the house looking every bit like the beautiful creature she sounded like. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 01



* 

SHE IMMEDIATELY SENSED HIS INDIFFERENCE AS HE BORE INTO HER. He was giving her a suspicious and a thorough look assessing her and distrusting her in once glance. She knew the man staring daggers into her had to be Marcelo. It had to be his name. It suited him, as it rolled off the tongue so elegantly. 

His features would be described as such. His dark mane was slicked back from his beautifully sculpted olive-toned face. His face was all sharp planes and suitable lines. He had a strong face with a stubborn chin and a straight aristocrat nose, which spoke of his Italian heritage. 

His stubble he hadn't bothered to shave gave him a dangerous look and she doubted that even if it wasn't there he would look any less sinew then he did now. Leaning back against the couch he looked larger than life. 

He was all broad shoulders and more than taint muscle. He and the man that answered the door were both the same size, except Marcelo had a longer and leaner length to him and seemed more hardened and closed off. His wide mouth seemed to grimace in a quiet fuck you. 

Rain tried not to squirm and met his blazing glare. She wouldn't let him intimidate her. The exchange was only a few seconds but seemed like hours. Finally, the man that had told her to call him Connor snagged her attention and walked her to meet his wife. 

She was gorgeous.. The woman had curves for days and hazel eyes so warm and kind. Rain noticed she had a natural and gentle touch as well. She had a quiet confidence about her that Rain was striving for. 

The woman and Connor seem to be so deeply linked with each other. It was the way they looked at each other. The way his hand unconsciously slipped around her small waist in a quiet possession. She liked them immediately. She hadn't met too many kind people in her life and she was certain that Marcelo was not one of them. 

"I'm Jazz. It's good to finally meet you! Hopefully it wasn't too much of a drive." Jazz introduced herself and immediately flooded Rain with concern; she wasn't use to anyone worrying about her. It felt weird. 

"I'm fine, and I found the place quite easy actually. You have a beautiful home, and this must be Donny. Hi!" She grabbed his little hand and cooed over him. He was beautiful. His Jade green eyes smiled before his mouth did and he grabbed a fist full of her hair and gently ran his hand through it. 

"Mommy it's shiny!" He squealed in delight and kissed her cheek and color rose to them at the unexpected display of affection. 

"He has a way with the ladies. He gets it from me." Connor puffed out his chest with honest pride and she couldn't hold back a genuine laugh, as Jazz affectionately rolled her eyes. She was beginning to feel a little at ease. 

"He's beautiful." She smiled warmly and felt a little wall go down. Then back up when they walked over to where Marcelo was who had yet to stand. 

"Rain this is Marcelo Gonzales. Marcelo-Rain Wikavaya." Jazz introduced her. 

"Nice to meet you Mr. Gonzales." She reached out her hand. 

"Call me Marcelo." He nearly barked and she snapped back her hand as if he had bit her. Why was he scowling at her? What had she done to him? Brooding asshole, she thought. 

"Marcelo it'll be a pleasure helping you." 

She tried to be pleasant ignoring his coy responses. She also ignored the fact that in spite of his cool demeanor, she found her body reacting to him in ways that reminded her she was still a woman. 

She found herself wondering how his large hands would feel grabbing her most intimate parts and how that wide mouth would engulf her with the fury and anger she felt moving off of him. He was gorgeous it was natural her response to him. At least that's what she tried to ensure herself. 

"I don't need your help and-" 

"He's a little cranky girl don't mind him. That hair is fabulous! You got a hair stylist?" Rain felt overwhelmed by his personality as James danced around her. 

"No, but I would definitely take recommendations." Rain smiled she sensed his life and it filled her spirit. 

"Okay, I'll definitely be in touch girl. Ha! Old lady my ass, good luck Marcelo." James was too excited looking at the way Marcelo was staring at Rain like she was a damn steak dinner. After all that damn Ramen she was just what he needed. He would definitely be staying tuned. 

"Bye Donny, I got work." James waved and kissed Donny goodbye and then slipped out the door. 

"Well we already talked things over during the phone call. Things seem great. We would like to give you a chance to look over the contract with Marcelo and you and him can talk about a couple of rules and regulations. We just wanted to link you guys up. Come on Donny." 

Connor took his son from his wife. Rain almost sighed. He was as gorgeous as she. All muscle and handsome open features. Cupids bow mouth and pretty translucent eyes. Out of the bed black and copper streaked hair and dashing charm. The opposite of Marcelo's sharp glaze that made her loins burn and her legs tighten. 

"Nice meeting you." She extended her delicate hand to both of them. 

"Pleasures ours." Jazz insisted and they left out the house, promising Donny cookies as he clapped enthusiastically. 

THE ROOM WAS TENSELY QUIET AND HE WAS EVEN MORE UPSET THAT HE HAD BEEN STUCK WITH THIS WOMAN. She had infuriated him with her high cheekbones and classic features. Her eyes were strikingly brown, and lightly traced around the rim with an enchanting golden light. 

Her mouth was unholy ground,so welcoming in its pale pink nude appearance. She wore no makeup. Her beauty was as natural as the soils of the earth. Her hair long and a sinful black as it swept down to her lower back. Her body was all soft lines and subtle curves. 

Then there was her skin. The pure brown and honey hue was smooth, too smooth for his liking as his braced his teeth. The urge to touch her was achingly haunting him. 

She had elegant and beautiful shoulders with a sexy collarbone, which he would have never thought was a prominent feature, but every inch of her intrigued him and grabbed his attention. 

"Excuse me, but do you have something against me Mr.gonz-Marcello?" 

She corrected and her sharp eyes widened in question to his penetrating stare. He noted a tint of irritation in her voice and it distracted him from her baffling beauty, and he let go of a breath he'd been holding. 

"Yes, you annoy me." he spoke honest and openly. He enjoyed it as she opened her mouth and then closed it in a deadly smirk. 

"Well I'm sorry, but you'll be dealing with me for at least six months. Now are there any things I should know?" 

Her direct clean cut politeness under any dire circumstances was killing him. She was doing things to him with that back off look in her hypnotic eyes. He burned to fix his mouth on hers and drag her from the couch to the floor, where he could damnit he was losing his mind. 

"The hell with that. I got one rule. Stay out of my way, because I can do for myself. I don't need anyone coming into my home to play house mother okay?" 

He spoke the words harshly. He was angry. Angry at what she did to his breath making him feel as if he had ran miles. His heart lurched in his throat, he wanted to hold her, he wanted her, and he didn't like it. 

"House mother? Mr. Marcelo I am a physical therapist in practice for over five years. My experience is impeccable and my capabilities are far from short measure. I am agreeing to help you for not a substantiate fee, and you sit here and treat me like trash. Look at me as if I am incapable and act like the perfect asshole. Well I'm not going to let you scare me off because you want to be in denial that you need help." 

"Furthermore, I don't need anyone's critical eye or assessments to let me know I'm good at what I do-especially not you!" 

She signed the contract and threw it in his face. He must have been mistaken as he thought he saw a hint of tears in her eyes as she stomped off. Leaving him speechless on the couch, and indeed feeling like the perfect asshole.



Fire and Rain Ch. 02



*I'm glad everyone's digging the story. This should be a short one and to the point. Love all the comments they're awesome!!! I'm trying to get this out as soon as possible cause I'll be leaving for the summer to do residential care!!! So after this story is finished of course... I'll be on a hiatus but I'll be back!!*

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RAIN SETTLED INTO HIS HOUSE WITH WORRISOME SHE DIDN'T WANT TO SHOW. No one had ever unnerved her so much. Marcelo had gotten under her skin and deep inside her loins. She couldn't shake the attraction if she tried. She kept reminding herself of his attitude and coy demeanor. She would be just as detached as he.

No matter how beautiful his home was. Her tiny little apartment couldn't hold a candle to his home. All beige and black brick on the outside. The house stood tall and solid-hard-like the man himself. She itched to plant some small plants out in the front that would compliment the cool gray path that led to his front porch.

She would have to cut the grass and definitely plant some plants. Maybe she could plant some in the big backyard as well with its weeping willow and absent tire swing. Marcelo told her he had bought the house from a family.

He hadn't bothered to get rid of the tire swing. Rain speculated that it was for deeper reasons than carelessness but had learned not to pry.

Marcelo was like a closed book with a lock and a missing key. He had been no less than cold and distant. He barely let her get close to him. She could see that the stretch exercises were helpful but the gods forbid that he admit it.

Rain had been given her key to his place at the acceptance of her contract. She chose to accept after meeting him. She could have backed out. Instead she agreed to take care of a pig headed man like him. She willing put herself in a situation where she had to deal with his aggressive character.

Rain had kept her bags at the door. Marcelo hadn't come by for days. He was here for the first few days and then had taken off. He claimed he had traveling to do. Rain decided against traveling with him, which would have been just brutal.

It had been weeks since their exchanged at the O' Malley's. She hated the fact that he had broken her, and made her confess what she didn't share with anyone, her emotions. She couldn't help but gaze in appreciation at his house, once more in awe of it's potential.

Although it wasn't colorful, it wasn't bland. The black and white was classic. The walls were graced with raw art, sensual strokes of color were painted on the different canvases,and hung above the beige and white furniture. The kitchen was an open concept and the counter wrapped around as part of the living room like a bar.

A stainless modern stove and refrigerator completed the look. Silk and cotton curtains covered the windows, and she adjusted the light to above dim. She had never seen such a beautiful home. Though it was indeed a little messy. Rain cringed spotting clothes hanging over the couch, discarded soda cans, and pizza boxes that laid carelessly on the living rooms glass table.

She rolled her shoulders. She started getting a tingly feeling up her spine and she shivered. She sensed him, his smell rough, and masculine reached her and intruded her nostrils. Then she heard the car door slam. She looked out the window with disdain and then worry when she saw him panting against the car.

It must have been hell to drive with his leg. He struggled with his bags and cursed loudly as pain washed over his face. Rain rushed out the house with concern and in an instant took the bag from his large hands.

Before she could voice her worries he turned to glare at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" he growled. What the hell was she doing? The look of concern died on her face. She had been so worried for him, but now she sensed his frustration, embarrassment and understood. He didn't want to need anybody, but why did he have to be so utterly cruel about it?

"Taking your bag. I'm being paid to assist you." She grudgingly moved towards the house with two of his bags in hand when he reached out, and grabbed her wrist. Heat moved through her body at his touch and she hoped he didn't feel the acceleration of her pulse. She had to get a grip.

"You're being paid, but to do the exercises not play bell hop,which is why I didn't ask you too. Do you always intrude where you're not needed Ms.Wikavaya?"

Her name rolled off his thick tongue and she wanted to crumble. He was an asshole, so why was her body betraying her? She was losing her mind to over six feet of sexuality.

"Are you always this prideful Mr. Gonzales." She said his name just as sensually, and then turned to ignore his curses and take the bags into the house.

"Hey-"

Rain dropped the bags as he gathered her back, and hard against him as he fell against the car losing his balance. He tried to release her, but she held on grabbing his waist to steady them both. Rain leaned back against his body, and her own shivered as she felt every inch of his hard body against hers.

She dared not look up into those hard cool gray eyes. They didn't move as time seemed to stop. She felt his breath above her and coming out harshly. He tensed against her as he bent down his head.

Their eyes met and Rain felt herself leaning her lips up to his.

"You need to stay in your lane Rain. You're stepping into dangerous territory. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

His breath caressed her ear and it twitched in response, and he laid a kiss slash bite on her neck.

"I could say the same about you."

She quickly turned away from him. She was angry that once again he had caught her off guard. Was she foolish enough to think that he would actually kiss her? And what did he mean dangerous territory?

WHAT WAS HE THINKING? Marcelo thought to himself as he grabbed the rest of his bags and eased his way into his house. He couldn't help but want her. Her smooth skin was still on his lips. She tasted sweet, but he wanted so much more.

He had to stay away from her. This feeling was new to him. The instant attraction to her was confusing. He didn't want to be close to anyone, but she was making that hard with her allure. Rain came back into the room and they faced each other.

Her eyes sought his and held them. Her small breasts rose and fell as she swallowed straining against her thin white t-shirt. Marcelo noticed that the t-shirt didn't quite reach her belly button as her baggy green khakis hung low on her ample hips.

Damn she was gorgeous he thought as her long glossy black hair fell in front of her face swishing against her brown stomach. Her skin begged to be touched.

"Where have you been sleeping?" He coughed and got her attention.

"Out here I wasn't sure if any of the bedrooms belong to someone else." If he was going to be civilized then so was she.

Marcelo was starting to realize she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He grunted and helped her grab a few of her bags and she followed after him as he walked passed her.

He led her to the room right next to his. It was pretty in one simple but self explanatory word. The sheer pink curtains added a feminine quality to the room as sunlight flooded softly in. The charming oak wood dresser matched the desk that stood facing the wall next to the queen sized bed. The closet was big and spacious and looked to be cleared out for her.

The bed held a big black and white comforter and lots of pillows. She definitely didn't want to get too comfortable. It seemed like heaven.

"I took one of my comforters and put it in here. I also had some people put some curtains in. It does rain sometimes and when the sunlight comes through it can be a bit much."

His voice was deep, masculine, and held a bit of an accent to it.

He could be an Italian Mafia Don. She could see it with his impeccable body, rugged good looks, and deadly presence.

"It's perfect. I really like pink. Thank you. For a long time I couldn't even bring myself to buy a bed. The reservations-" Rain stopped herself as he only offered a raised eyebrow at her words.

She flushed with embarrassment as he laid her bags on the bed.

"So you lived on a reservation?" Marcelo was intrigued at the faraway look in her eyes when she mentioned it.

"Yes I did but that was a long time ago. I've moved on since then." It was Rains turn to get cold and defensive.

"You sure about that? Your eyes betray you. They're beautiful, and so expressive. If looks could kill I'd be a dead man." Marcelo said and she laughed.

Her laughter heated his bones as her smile radiated her beauty. Rain's laughter died on her lips as she saw the way he was looking at her. He turned to her and she backed into a corner of the room. She met his eyes and felt her pulse jump as they went dark.

"What are you trying to do to me?" He seemed to be asking himself more than her so she left his question unanswered. Suddenly his hands moved up and down her arms and she sighed.

"Marcelo I-"

She couldn't finish as he crushed his mouth to hers. It was the pure fire, and she had expected nothing less from him. His mouth moved expertly over hers taking her under as she gasped for some control, and found none. Nothing but a fiery want to feel everything he had to offer her.

Rain put her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth closer.

Marcelo's groan was deep and rough when his hands grabbed her bottom and pushed his pelvis against her. She felt the wetness between her legs as he made love to her mouth with his tongue. First diving into her, and then suddenly his mouth gentled over hers and he nipped and teased.

He explored her, and kissed her thoroughly like she had never been kissed before. She ached for his hands to be everywhere; never had she felt this way, and this passion. This was nothing like the puppy love she had with Jessie. He was all man and her needs were now all woman.

She itched to be on him, but didn't push it. She felt his anger and his pain. It was a tainted taste and she wanted to suck it all away as their tongues touched, and she felt his inner strength and possessiveness.

Suddenly though it was all stripped away as he quickly released her as both of their breath was lost from the mind splitting kiss.

"Is this the dangerous territory you were talking about?" Rain said with the little breath he hadn't taken away from her.

"Get settled, and stay out of my way Rain. I mean it.. " He left the room with a scowl and she tried to breathe easy. At least she knew he would never offer her a look of sympathy or a pitying glance. His mind blowing kiss and scowl would do her just fine, for now.

*

IT HAD BEEN FOUR WEEKS GOING ON FIVE THAT SHE HAD BEEN LIVING IN HIS HOUSE. Two weeks since he had kissed her senseless but not two weeks since they had kissed again. She would shiver every time she thought of his rough and big hands palming her ass and lifting her pelvis against him.

To the gods she wanted more, and it killed her as she tossed and turned at night as he invaded her dreams. In her dreams he kissed her like that again, but this time he touched her everywhere, and kissed her everywhere.

She let those thoughts stay where they belonged, in her dreams. She had learned more about him lately. He had been less cold to her and actually had a sense of humor. They watched a couple of scary movies together, which he loved. She tried not to scream when they watched a movie called The Strangers.

He thought it funny afterward to come to her room at night with a sack on his head.

"Ahhhh Marcelo!" She had screamed for him and was deeply ashamed and then furious when he took the sack off and hit the floor laughing. Tears were in his eyes but his smile was deadly. He had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. It showed dimples she didn't realize he had and made want roll in her stomach.

"I'm sorry-I'm-s-ssorry-Oh my god! That was funny." He wiped a tear from his eye and hugged her in the good humor of the moment. She felt warm all over.

"This is what it takes to make you smile, me almost peeing my pants." She scolded him but in spite of herself she smiled. He had gotten her pretty good.

"Apparently." He laid down on the floor, and her eyes skimmed over his bare chest. His body was perfection. He possessed a plane of hard abs and strongly sculpted muscle.

"Cruel, now leave me. You've had your scare." Then she smiled and had a second thought.

"Wait now I need mine." She jumped off the bed and straddled him. She caught him off guard and his eyes lighted up and then clouded with darkness that she now understood as desire.

"Rain." He groaned her name as she shuffled against him getting comfortable.

"You're so mean to me. I think I need payback." She moaned as she rubbed her pelvis against him and bit her lip as he grew against her. Her eyes widened, he couldn't be that large. Yet she felt the thickness of him.

She then pressed her lips to his exploring his mouth as he did hers. He tasted incredible and unattainable. His mouth was a rich field ready to be worked and she basked in his growth.

Then he had a wince of pain in his leg and she slid off of him, already apologetic.

"I'm sorry Marcelo I forgot-I."

Stop it! I don't need your damn sympathy." She felt rejected as he pushed away her comforting hand.

"I had a feeling you would become an ass again." She quickly climbed off him and turned away.

"Well old habits die hard." He limped off the floor and out of the room and she cursed him and herself. After that incident she avoided him as he did her. Added to his cold shoulder was the fact that he wouldn't let her do a damn thing.

Every time she offered to clean he would dismiss her notions. He was as stubborn as he was good looking. She was getting tired of avoiding him. She rarely left her room unless they were doing a workout, which his doctor had recommended for him every day.

Most would say she was lucky, but she felt like crap. She had so much she wanted to learn and do, but he wouldn't let her get close enough to him. She had decided that enough was enough. She woke up early and waited until he left for his personal workout to get started.

She cleaned the house from top to bottom. She pulled out a mix tape and put it in the stereo in the living room and turned it up and let it blast through the house. She scrubbed the windows and vacuumed the floor. She waxed the tables and mopped the tile and wooden floors as well.

She blushed when she cleaned his bathroom picking up his underwear and putting it in the laundry basket. The scent of him overwhelmed her. It was like it set off an almost animal instinct in her.

She wanted him so bad. She wanted to feel the anger and the brokenness that she was sure mirrored her own. She made his bed and arranged his room neatly. She tried not to cringe as his phone book sat open on the dresser, female contacts listed almost simultaneously in a row. That was no surprise, but she couldn't help shake an edge of jealousy.

She finished cleaning and collapsed on the couch. She knew that after he worked out in the morning on Fridays he stayed out for the whole day. He ran his little errands,ones that he had no business running but would die before he would let her do it.

He was apparently still living off the money of the army, which he had saved and they would issue him money every month since he had been let go. She frowned at how that must have made him feel. To be let go from something you had been doing most of your life. Maybe that gave insight to his anger, underneath it was pain and a sense of betrayal and she knew all about that.

Maybe if he could talk to her about it. She laughed at the thought, and let herself take a little nap. She woke up a few hours later and breathed easy.

She decided to take a long awaited shower. Afterward to hop out still thinking of him. As she dried her body and rubbed lotion over herself she thought of his touch. She didn't know why but she put on a nice red pair of panties and a bra.

There was nothing wrong with wanting to look nice after a good shower. She told herself this as she chose a white silk and sheer tube top, showing off her elegant shoulders. She almost backed out on wearing her tiny white short shorts with the beige buttons on the side. Then she decided she would.

They barely touched her upper thigh. She tried to breathe easy as she imagined his hands running up her lengthy legs and to her thighs. She shivered and a smile touched her pink mouth. She was good looking. Her light brown skin was clear and soft, her hair was long without tangle and her eyes were small and insightful. She sprayed some spicy perfume over her in a mist and clipped some little turquoise studs in her ear with a matching choker. She wore a silvery bracelet on her wrist.

Why was she doing this to herself? He would probably laugh in her face. He probably didn't find her the least bit attractive. She blow dried her hair, and decided to wrap it up in a bun. She starred in the mirror and felt foolish. As if he would notice her

It was all lust she told herself, but decided she would try to make a nice dinner anyway. Maybe if she showed a softer side he might bend to her. This is what is was all about, she assured the mirror. It was about getting to know him, not seducing him.

Yeah right

"Thank the gods," She said. He wasn't home. She had time to make dinner. She raided his fridge and decided on catfish and pasta. She boiled the pasta as she fried the fish. On the reservation cooking was another skill of survival, so it was to be perfected.

She fried the catfish expertly and spread sauce over the boiled squared pasta and saunter it with a little red wine. She baked some bread and cut it up and spread garlic over it. She hurried up and sat the table as she heard the car door slam.

"Merda!" MARCELLO CURSED IN HIS NATIVE TONGUE HIS ACCENT THICK WITH ANGER. Why the fuck would he want to go to a ceremony to receive a ribbon? He wasn't a fucking success story, he was a failure. As far as he was concerned that was the root of it.

He had come out alive, but at what cost. He had no family, like Connor, to come home to, to stress and worry over him. He didn't want to limp to the stage and have people gawk at his failure and pass pity upon him.

The few, the proud and the brave were the few for a reason. It took guts to be able to stand with the ignorance and the glory they pass upon you for being in service. Then when you're out the carelessness with which they treat your feelings.

Along with that came cold nights, fatal blows, and losses. Lost ones faded across the mind and burned the memory like a repetitive scripture. Even the most bland atheists would see things to which would beckon them to call upon the mercy of god.

It was a nasty game, the act of war. It was all about will and no second thoughts. Doubt in war would surely get you killed. He could remember not blinking for hours, as he scoped for the enemy. Those who didn't smoke would soon have the urge for tobacco on the tip of a scorn tongue soon enough.

"They need to hear something inspiring." The man said --the one he had met with about finalizing his leave from the army. It had been the final slap to his face, and the final punch to his ego. They were officially casting him aside, and then they wanted him to go and talk about his life and what he had to endure.

He had barely come to terms with it himself. He had too many things to think about and on top of that Rain as well. She had probed at his thoughts and invaded them daily and nightly. On two occasions he had meshed with her.

Her tempting mouth was always moist and hot for him and he loved it. She had been at his house for a month or so now. He had tried to be nice to her and they had shared a few nights together watching TV and being in each others company. Then it got all fucked up.




Fire and Rain Ch. 02



He had tried to scare her and succeeded and then somehow she ended on top of him, as he was sprawled out on her floor. The feel of her thighs on either side of his hips stirred a storm inside his gut. The moonlight from her window played across her light brown pretty skin, making it look as soft as it felt.

Her brown eyes sparked-and the golden rim around them shined as her petite pink mouth found his and took over. Her hair spread across his forehead as her head bent forward deepening the kiss. Then the pain was sharp in his leg and he was ashamed.

Ashamed that he couldn't make love to her that night, like he wanted. He wanted to confess why he had acted towards her so harshly. Explain that he was afraid that he cared for her, since the day he saw her he wanted her.

He was scared that he would give his heart and then lose her, like his family, and his job. How could he explain that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen? That while he yearned to tell her his darkest secrets. He couldn't.

He exited his car and tried not to let his pain show. Driving was taking a toll on him but he refused to make Rain help him. He wanted to take care of her; it seemed no one ever had. He wondered what made her eyes get a distant and sad look sometimes.

He sighed and decided he needed to order some food and pass out with a drink. He was becoming soft over a woman he barely knew, but felt so close to.

He opened the door to the house and could only stand by the door speechless. The lights were dim and in his kitchen was a beautiful woman. Lean and shapely brown legs and thighs bent forward as a perfect ass lifted in the air and a delicate hand reached for wine.

Her shoulders were exposed and her hair was in a tight bun exposing a womanly dip in her back and had him bracing his teeth. She seemed unreal. A vision in white. She had yet to notice him and he noticed her hands moved nervously. She was plating food and it smelt so good, the aroma of pasta appealed to his Italian appetite. He grunted and she turned around, surprise in her eyes.

"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD COME IN." She turned to him as he stood leaning against the door and met his penetrating gaze. His eyes swept over her. He started at her feet and then went up her legs back to her eyes.

"I cleaned the house. I had to, you kept pretending you didn't need me, but I knew you did-so I cleaned and made you dinner, because every since that one night I jumped on you and irritated your leg or whatever things have been weird. Marcello I just want to help you, I know you're in pain. I know you need time to trust me." She blew out an awaited breath as she finished fumbling out the words.

"You look bellissimo, beautiful." The words were spoken so blatantly as if it were fact and not just his mere personal opinion.

Rain looked into his eyes once more and felt her heart start to race.

"I just wanted us to get to know each other. I don't want to fight and be nasty towards one another. That's not me."

She walked closer when she saw his eyes break it's hard look and physically felt his energy relax.

"I know damn it, I know. I just don't like needing people. I know I've been an ass to you and I'm sorry but it's been tough for me. Rain being useless is not an easy thing to accept."

"You are not useless Marcelo that's why you can't accept that." Anger was in her voice and he smiled a bit. She was angry for him. How could he think so little of himself?

"I want you to accept that if we work together we can get you back to where you need to be, but you have to let me do more with you. Not just the basics. Marcelo are you listening?"

Rain crossed her arms as he just continued to gaze at her legs.

"Yes, I am." Marcelo brought his gaze back to her eyes.

"Really?" Rain gulped as he came closer.

"Yes really, I'm willing to try everything. I want to get better and I'm willing to trust your skills but I have other problems as well Rain." Marcelo grabbed her by the shoulders and her stomach started doing flips again.

"Anything I can help with?" She asked meeting his eyes as her chest rose up and down.

"I'm having trouble accepting how much I want you. I can't seem to get you out of my mind. I've had trouble sleeping as well." His fingers grazed her shoulders and she shivered.

"Sounds awful, I've been experiencing the same thing." Rain said smiling. She couldn't believe she was flirting with him.

"Any suggestions on what we should do about this?" Marcelo gathered her close to him their mouths inches away from each other. Rain stared into his eyes and felt a grip on her heart. A white man! She felt her mothers voice echo and she quickly backed away.

"Rain?" Marcelo grabbed her as she bent over and held her head.

"I'm okay. Hunger headache probably. I cooked. We should eat." She quickly walked away from him to sit.

She gave him a nervous smile and was relieved when he nodded accepting her excuse. She sat across from him at the high but short glass table. She watched him walk with more balance than he had two weeks ago and with a sly stride.

There was something that yearned inside her as his cotton casual slacks brushed back against his toned legs and hugged his lean hips as he made his way to sit down. His button down black dress shirt braced against his strong muscles. She loved his body and the curious look on his sculpted face-strong lines and soft dimples.

He took a bite of her food and groaned and rolled his eyes. She laughed and was pleased with his response.

"The Italian in me is loving you right now." He gave her another smile and she wanted to keep it with her forever. Remember the trace of happiness in his sexy gray bedroom eyes. The rarity of it made her sad.

"Just like mama use to make it huh?" He gave her a deep chuckle and if she was standing her knees would have buckled.

"Yea my mamamia was a great cook" Was? She didn't want to intrude but she couldn't help but notice the past tense.

"Is that what hooked your father?" She asked instead.

"No, it was her beauty. Inside and out my mother was a beautiful woman. Her name was Isabella and my father's name was Marcel. He adored that beauty. I was the only one who took that for granted." He seemed to get a faraway look in his eyes and she touched his hand.

"I'm sure she knew you loved her. Were you young when she passed away?" She had struck a chord as he pulled his hand away so quickly as if she had burned him.

"Not so much. Around sixteen or seventeen."

"I'm sorry for your loss. Losing someone close to you can damage the spirit. It takes much time and strength to become sound again."

Marcelo looked to her. She always was doing that, speaking words that flowed and sounded so spiritual.

She said that and his eyes went calm again.

"You're right. It just real personal for me. I was my mother's child. She was a poor immigrant. We both had no papers when we came. My father had abandon us. She met Marcel. They married, had children, but he treated me like his own. I never felt that way. I refused to take his last name. Till this day my name is different. I wasn't even listed as family in the burial procedures."

"Shit, I didn't go to the funeral. I ran away as soon as I found out. I took off. Finished school while living off friends, and the street. Then I left for the army and ceased all contact with the outside world," Marcelo bit into his food and avoided eye contact with her.

"Grief is a strange thing and it causes people to do things that are not always the best paths to take. I understand that." Rain assured him touching his hand again. She smiled when he gripped it but frowned when she felt his sadness.

"Enough about me. Tell me about you. What made you want to be a physical therapist anyway?"

He said changing the subject and she minded what he said but didn't comment as he relaxed again.

"I've always liked the idea of healing people, and at the end of high school my mother kicked me out and I had nowhere to go. But I had a dream. I wanted to help people, work with my hands, and they were always steady so I decided a nurse;maybe even a doctor one day."

"You were on your own?" In his eyes were admiration and she smiled.

"Yep. I hitched a ride into a small town in San fran. I started out as a waitress but soon I made enough money to get into nursing school, especially since the town ended up pitching in. Then I found myself further up in Cali."

"I went to school and found a profession where I could help people rehabilitate and essentially heal. I jumped on it. I finished school, worked hard, and built up my clientele. I worked for a great facility. In the end I wanted something more personal. When I got a call about a possible in home opportunity I jumped on that too. I've come a long way, everyone has a story worth telling."

She bit into her food, and it went down rough. She never shared things like this with anyone, but the way he stayed quiet and eyed her attentively, she couldn't help it.

"That's amazing,you being out on your own like that." Marcelo gained a new perspective and respect for her.

"Yea all alone, but soon I got use to it. You were lucky to have your family-I'm sorry about your mother-and I know you don't want to talk about it but-"

"She died when I was done with high school." He interrupted and her heart sank

"I'm so sorry Marcello, I can't imagine how hard it was on you and your family to-"

"So did my father,my sister Gabriella, and my brother Don." His eyes seemed to glaze over so she gave him a minute to collect himself. His whole family gone in one instant.

She couldn't imagine all the pain and heartache he felt. She knew the the lost must have tore him apart. There was a deep hurt she felt coming off of him and she felt that he was still carrying it in his heart.

She gripped the table as his grief came down on her so strong.

"It was a car accident The youngest, my sister, had a recital, I refused to go. I was too busy Rain. I was too busy drinking and smoking and being a fucking fool. I slammed the door in her face. If I would have known it was the last time I would see her-or them. If I knew-"

He dropped his fork and rose from the table and then Rain jumped as his rage started consuming the energy over the grief. She knew he was a ticking time bomb at this point. She wasn't afraid, she didn't fear him, but she grieved for him.

No one had comforted him, no one was there for him, he had been on his own when it happened. So he cast the blame on himself. He carried the burden of blaming himself for the four lives that were lost.

"Marcelo wait! Stop, please!" She grabbed his arm and he turned his fist clenched. In his eyes was someone she didn't recognize, she began to lose her read as his anger was so strong a force.

"It's not your fault. You can't believe that! You had no control over what happened and you can't erase the past. I know it hurts,I know it hurts Marcelo,but you can't carry that guilt. You have to forgive your former self, that's not who you are anymore, you were so young."

"You didn't know any better, but you do now! Please." She begged him with her eyes. His chest heaved up and down and his anger were waves flooding her, but she was fighting it, and being strong. She didn't know why but she had to heal him. She had to find away to take away his pain. He had so much pent up inside.

"You don't know me Rain! I told you to stay away, and I warned you! I don't need anyone! You hear me-" He voice cracked and his eyes carried unshed tears. Tears that she knew he would never let fall, at least not now.

She pulled him into her arms, lifting her hands up his back and gripped his shoulders. She buried her face into his chest and held on tight.

"Need me, as much as you want me, take from me. Let me comfort you, please."

She never imagined she would say the words she spoke into his ear in a mere whisper. She didn't want to need anyone either, she was afraid of getting hurt, and closed herself off, but she couldn't help but want him to need her.

She couldn't help but need him. He hugged her back and she relaxed. She lifted her head and looked him in his eyes. She had never felt someones energy so strongly the way she did his. It was shocking her senses as she tried to gain composure.

Slowly she moved her lips over his. The power that she felt from him had her eyes closing. There was something coming. Rain could feel it, and couldn't handle all the energy from him right now.

"Rain, are you okay?"

Rain gripped his arms knowing his energy was going to cause her to black out.

"Listen to me Marcelo, because soon I will faint." Marcelo looked at her starting to speak and she silenced him with her finger.

"A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first wolf is of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf fear, grief, and anger. Which wolf will win? The young man asked. Whichever one you feed was the reply."

She faded in his arms softly after her spoken proverb, and Marcelo carried her to the bed, her words haunting him.

*

THE DOCTOR SAT WITH THE YOUNG WOMAN AS SHE WAS BROUGHT IN BY HER MOTHER NUN OF THE ORPHANAGE.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked.

The girl was quiet for a while and looked to her Mother Nun for reassurance. She spoke when a nod was given.

"I've been having these dreams of my family again. I know the doctor said in time I would regain my memory, but it's been difficult. I see the crash but something is missing." She said hoping that they would have some records.

"We've been through this before. Your entire family died in that crash. I'm sorry. I know it's hard, but you were the only one found. You were young with severe memory loss. Your memory is returning and it probably is very difficult for you."

"Not being able to remember who you are at such a young age is terrifying. Now that you're getting your memory back it is scary." The doctor told her and she still didn't feel better.

"Doctor, she doesn't remember how long she was on her on. She thinks maybe a detail was missed. She wandered for months in the woods before she was found. Nobody knew she was still alive. When we found her she had no memory of who she was, or what had happened to her."

"The state deemed her dead. This may have confused other family and friends. Is there anyone on record for her that you can find?"

"No, no other family was listed. I'm sorry. The doctors office can be fragile with records. They couldn't give me much. There is a lot she doesn't remember and it makes it hard." The doctor felt bad but there wasn't much he could do.

"Can I at least have a name?" The young girl asked staring into him with tired eyes. He could tell since her memory relapse she was losing sleep.

"Gabriella. Your name is Gabriella."



Fire and Rain Ch. 03



*Again thanks for all the good luck wishes. If you're reading this I left already!!* 

*I was hoping to have the story done but everyone is right, it's too meaty to be a quick one. I'm hoping I will have time to get out another installment before the end of June! It'll be tough. Please bear with me if I'm not able to return until July* 

PS: I'm definitely gone to try my hardest to not leave y'all hanging. I appreciate you guys so much!! 

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"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG?" Marcelo said as he sat in his house with James and Connor. 

"Besides scaring the girl half to death and causing her to faint, nothing." James took a sip of his drink and smirked over the rim of his glass and Marcelo shot daggers at him. 

"I wasn't trying to scare her and make her pass out. We were having dinner, things got personal, I got uncomfortable and.." 

"And you yelled and screamed essentially trying to run away from your feelings." Connor took a sip of his own drink as they moved out the backdoor, and to the space on the porch in the backyard. 

"Not necessarily in that order. Look, I like Rain. I feel a connection with her, but should I really be dumping my life story on her. There's a lot of things I need to sort out right now. I mean you guys are like family, you know what I've been through." 

"Rain is different. Family is one thing, an intimate romantic relationship is another. When those type of feelings get involve someone could get hurt and I know for a fact it'll be Rain. I keep warning her to keep her distance but she doesn't. She pushes me to this place..." 

Marcelo paused and looked up as James and Connor were looking at him eyebrows raised. 

"Oh my god Connor, he's falling for her." James hooted. 

"I don't even know her! It's been like two months going on three." Marcelo shook his head even though the thought of her caused something to squeeze at his heart. 

"Listen, Marcelo you always talk about how you have never had a real connection with a woman. You always talk about how love is not for you and you'd rather die alone. Maybe Rain makes your uncomfortable because she's different and makes you rethink everything you thought was true, including that real love doesn't exist." 

Connor sat back pleased with his advice. 

"Okay Dr. Phil, I will admit it. Rain does make me rethink a lot of things. I mean shes smart, caring, beautiful and I just feel this presence that I can't describe. I know this may sound weird but there's something about her that's different. The things that she says, the way she looks into me, almost like she can see right into my soul...and now I sound crazy." 

Marcelo said looking at them staring at him with that same look. 

James laughed. 

"It's not crazy. It's called chemistry, intimacy, caring for someone besides yourself. We understand the concept of loneliness is one you know very well-" James started and Connor stopped him. 

"Hey let's be nice to the poor guy. Marcelo when I first met Jazz I was reluctant at first. I didn't want to accept how I felt about her. I couldn't help myself though, and I was drawn to her. I fought for that intimacy and connection I knew we had. I knew I couldn't let her get away." 

"Marcelo trust me you don't want to wake up and realize that you've let go of something that could have been the best thing for you. Plus, Rain is here to help you. You need to stop thinking there's some underhanded motive, maybe she really does just want to get to know you." Connor suggested. 

"Add that to the fact that it probably wouldn't be hard for her to find a man that would be interested in her, she's gorgeous, which makes it even more a miracle that she would want you." Connor snipped and then was flipped off. 

"Mhmm Connor is right. You need to stop playing around and be the John smith to her Pocahontas." James said and Connor almost spit out his drink. 

"I'm Italian not English, and she's black too. I mean she's slender but that backside..." Marcelo wandered off and James snapped him back. 

"Listen to me. Don't ruin this Marcelo. Who else is going to put up with your nasty attitude?" 

"Thanks James. I was being an ass to her but since then I've apologized and tried to be better. Lately since she's fainted she hasn't really been speaking to me." 

"She'll make small conversation, and then when I ask her is she mad at me, she says things like "Tell me and I'll forget. Show me, and I may not remember. Involve me, and I'll understand." I don't know how to take that." 

"It's probably a proverb from her ancestors. Native Americans have a lot of proverbs filled with wisdom. Rain is not talking to you because you keep talking and yelling at her." 

"She wants to be involved in your life, included. She wants to walk beside you in your healing process but you've been pushing her out." 

Connor observed. 

"I think you're right. Rain is always telling me that in one side of her culture they believe that healing someone is more than just the physical. I guess she believes having an emotional connection is important as well. I guess that means really knowing the person." 

Marcelo rubbed his temples. 

"I guess I haven't tried to include her. She's been cooking, and cleaning for me. She takes care of everything only for me to try to drive her away. I guess I understand how that could be upsetting. I don't want to hurt her. Rain is a good woman, who deserves a good man." 

"And why can't that be you?" James asked incredulously. 

"Stop focusing on how long it's been and how long it hasn't been. Focus on what's in your heart. If you care for Rain, and she's showing you that she cares too then let her in. Take a chance. You have to do something to show her that you're serious about turning a new leaf and being open with her." James told him. 

"This is true. I have to thank her in some way. I mean I never thought I'd be walking without a cane again. It still get's bad sometimes but I can move almost as well as I use too and she's to thank for that. I think I have something in mind." 

Marcelo put his hands together knowing what he had to do. He just hoped it would make up for how horrible he had been towards her. 

"Good, she's over with Jazz. Donny's down south with Jazz's parents, as much as mama feeds him I bet he comes back looking like a beach ball." Connor said and they laughed. 

"Yeah Rain is a good cook too. If it wasn't for the exercise we do together I'd be looking like one as well. Speaking of that James you looking a little bloated over there." Marcelo teased. 

"Honey don't do me, I am flawless. Unlike you I don't spend my nights alone." 

"When are you going to get married?" Connor asked and it was James turn to almost spit out his drink. 

"Please, when I find someone who is worthy. Like a rich man." James commented. 

"Well you know it is Adam and eve not Adam and Steve." 

Marcelo teased and James cut his eyes at him and Connor laughed. He loved when they went at each other. It was all in fun. 

"You're right Marcelo it is Adam and Eve...not Adam, Eve, Mary, Julie, Brittany, and whoever else you chose to frequent your bed a.k.a your hoe sanctuary." 

James commented and they all laughed. 

"Okay I'm giving this round to James." Connor said still laughing. 

"Whatever, he always wins." Marcelo smirked. 

"Just because you handicapped don't mean you get a pass." James said and scurried away when Marcelo got up. 

"You see how he treats me?" Marcelo said laughing. This was what he needed. His family to get his mind together. They were right. He needed to stop running. 

* 

"THATS AMAZING RAIN." Jazz told her listening to her story. They had laughed, and cried together for the past three hours. Jazz was truly taken by Rain. She knew how to draw you out with her kindness and wisdom. 

"No you and Connor are amazing. You guys love for one another is so strong. I admire that." Rain told her honestly. 

"We're not without our flaws though. Love and family is tough but worth it. What about you? After you left the reservation and that asshole of a guy..you never dated anyone else?" 

Jazz asked intrigued that such a beautiful and successful woman like her hadn't dated at least a couple guys along the way. 

"No I've been married to my career my whole life. After I found out Jessie was using me for that land I must admit I closed myself off. I knew I was young but I couldn't shake the feeling that I would be used and hurt again." 

"I think I was too busy trying to prove my mother and all the statistics wrong that I never thought about being with someone romantically." Rain confessed. 

"I'm sure they were beating down your door." Jazz poured them both some more wine and then curled back on the couch for more girl talk. 

"Please, if they did it was only for one thing. A lot of guys I would be around were also already married and thought I would partake in their infidelity. Some people at the top go crazy with power and money and they don't like hearing no." 

"Yeah I know what you mean. I told you about the craziness we went through. Marcelo was there though every step of the way. I know he's been acting like a jerk but he really is a good guy. He cares about you, trust me." Jazz gripped her hand and she smiled. 

"He has a funny way of showing it. I've just been keeping my distance for now. I have these strong feelings for him. I've never felt this way about anyone but I don't think he feels that way about me. I try to get close to him, he pushes me away and then goes "are ya mad at me?" 

Jazz and Rain laughed as she nailed Marcelo's Italian accent. 

"Yes men can be a little emotionally challenged at times and we women can be stubborn too. I gave Connor a really hard time. I had just come out of a bad marriage and I didn't want to believe that there was someone out there who would really love me for me but I was wrong." "Don't make the same mistakes I made. Rain you are wonderful inside and out and love is out there for you." Rain could feel her genuineness. 

"I want to believe that. I do. I'm starting to fall for Marcelo, but I haven't been able to express that to him. I don't think I ever will be. I want to pursue something more intimate. I mean we have been close..." 

Rain started and then laughed when Jazz put her wine down and scooted closer grabbing both her hands now. 

"What happened? Girl you betta spill? Have you guys got it on?" Jazz asked excitement in her eyes as she lifted both her eyebrows simultaneously. 

"No! Not that. We've just kissed and touched you know, but it's been magical. I mean I've never been kissed, and touched the way he kisses and touches me. I mean it was like pure fire. We kissed twice now, but it hasn't gone any further." 

Rain said. She never had a girlfriend before that she could share things with like this. She was starting to get all giggly and excited as well. 

"Well that's good. You gotta make em' wait, make em' work for it. It's been almost three months though I mean how long has it been since you had some?" 

"Jazz!" 

"It might be the wine talking but I'm just saying you got in-home service, what more could you ask for?" Rain hit her on the arm, and Jazz laughed. 

"I mean I've thought about it but we haven't gotten there yet. Plus, it's been a while. You have no idea." Rain said taking a sip of her wine shyly. 

"How long? Two or three years. That's nothing to be ashamed of. You don't want to be giving the goodies out to just anybody." Jazz reasoned and Rain laughed. 

"No I mean its been a long time as in like twenty something years." Rain said and Jazz put down her glass once more. 

"Are you saying that you've never had sex?" 

"Never." Rain said finishing off her wine. 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I feel like an ass." Jazz said apologetic. 

"No, you could never offend me. Jazz don't apologize. It's not like I'm not a prude or anything. It's just in my culture its really sacred." 

"Your only suppose to have sex with someone you believe to be your soul mate so to speak. Plus, I've never had a serious connection with any guys you know." 

"Jessie was going to be my first but it didn't work out. Then after that I just really never got out there in the game seriously again." 

"I understand. I think it's great that you're saving yourself for the right one. You always talk about how you can read people. Well, do you think Marcelo could be that guy?" Jazz asked hopefully. 

"I don't know. I think only time will tell. I know I am attracted to him. I know that you're great and I really hope we stay connected." 

"Of course. I need this. I'm around men all the time. You're like heaven to me, you smell nice, you cook, what more could I ask for?" They both laughed. 

"Let me help you with the glasses." Rain reached for the empty wine glasses and the empty bottle. 

"No, I got it. You stay seated." Jazz assured her. She grabbed the glasses herself and tuck the bottle underneath her arm. 

"You sure you got it?" Rain questioned and Jazz nodded looking determined. 

"Yes, if I can carry Donny, a diaper bag, and a stroller I can carry this." Rain laughed and let her go on without any more argument. 

Rain sat and felt her heart fill with happiness at the new friendship she had formed with Jazz. She thought about Marcelo. Maybe she was being a little harsh. He had been through a lot and she couldn't expect him to just open up all at once. She made a promise to herself to be more patient. 

Then she heard the shatter. It was a crash and a horrific scream that had her face going white. The familiar air of tragedy rung in her ears and had her running towards the kitchen. 

"Jazz, oh my god!" She rushed to Jazz's side to see her sprawled out on the floor glass everywhere. She felt for her pulse, and jumped when Jazz started to move and then cried out in pain. 

"Rain," Jazz looked into her eyes with fear in her own. 

"Don't move, are you okay?" Rain examined her and didn't see anything yet. 

"My arm, I'm in so much pain but I can't move." Jazz stayed on the floor but felt the pain running through her arm. 

She didn't expect to spill some wine and her feet to fall from under her. She tried to catch her fall but failed. 

Rain looked down and horror washed over her face as Jazz's arm was twisted at a horrible angle. 

"I think your arm is broken." Rain closed her eyes as tears streamed down Jazz's face. 

"It hurts so bad. I can't get up I'm scared. I need an ambulance." Rain got up right away to call the ambulance, when she heard Jazz crying out in pain and sobbing. Rain felt her own tears. She could call the ambulance, have Jazz go through all the pain or she could fix it. 

There wasn't much she felt she could do for Marcelo. His surgery was done but Jazz she could help her. She had to help her. Rain rushed back to her side. 

"Jazz I need you to trust me. I can help you. I can help you okay." Rain wiped the tears from Jazz's eyes. 

"Rain I need an ambulance please!" Jazz looked into her eyes desperately not sure what was going on. She cried out when Rain got up and took off her shirt to free herself. She needed to be relaxed. 

"Jazz please...trust me." Before Jazz could get out another word Rain lifted her arm. Jazz screamed out in pain and became horrified at its twisted nature. She thought she would pass out from shock alone. 

Rain felt it, the twist of the muscle and broken bone. Then Jazz felt nothing and watched as the ground beneath them started to shake. The pans that hung above the kitchen counter began to rattle. A wind broke through the window fiercely and whipped around Rains hair. 

Jazz watched in awe as Rains eyes clouded over and the golden rim around her eyes shun. Rain shuttered as the pain washed through her. She hadn't done a healing in so long. She forgot how painful it could be. She stayed strong as the house shook harder. 

Rain opened her mouth and Jazz continued to stare in amazement as a light shun from it. Jazz blinked when she felt a trickle of wetness fall on her forehead. Was that Rain? Before Jazz could process it her body bent up in an arch. 

She felt herself lift off the ground and felt an energy move through and out of her body. Water fell hitting the floor and the light erupted through Rains mouth and mingled with the waterfall. Jazz fell to the floor and Rain hit the floor as well. 

Rain was clearly out of breath and laid on the floor not daring to look up. She was waiting for it. The name calling, the accusations, the screams and shouts, and most of all the fear. 

Jazz got up slowly and moved her arm. It rotated like nothing had ever happened and she felt no pain. She felt her heart race from what she had just witnessed. She immediately snapped out of it when she saw Rain panting. 

"Rain, come on." Jazz helped Rain up and to the living room couch and made her lay down. 

"Jazz I know what you think. I'm sorry I couldn't-" 

"Rain stop, you need water." 

Jazz went into the kitchen carefully and grabbed some. She stopped when she returned and Rain was passed out. She checked for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt one. She brought the water to her own lips, and when she reflected on what just happened she felt the need for another glass of wine. 

* 

RAIN WOKE UP TO A DARK SKY OUTSIDE. She lifted up and a blanket fell from her body. A water and Aleve was waiting for her on the table. She rubbed her head and didn't think twice before taking the water and the pill down. 

"Better?" She jumped when Jazz walked in the living room and sat on the couch by her side when Rain sat up to make room for her. 

"Yes, thank you so much."Rain tucked her hair behind her ear nervously. They sat in silence for a few moments before Jazz broke it. 

"Listen Rain. I don't understand everything that happened back there in the kitchen. I still don't know what it is that you did..." 

"You don't have to continue. I can show myself out." Rain rose from the couch and Jazz stood with her. 

Rain's eyes opened in surprise when Jazz gathered Rain in her arms for a hug. 

"Thank you, what I'm trying to say is thank you."Rain settled into the hug and felt her eyes water. 

"Jazz, my power is the one of the reasons Jessie left me. He feared what he didn't understand. Since then I've been hiding it. There's a legacy but its so much that I don't even know..." Rain began to sob and Jazz led her to the couch to sit again. 

"He was an idiot Rain. Your power is special and unique. I know carrying this secret, and hiding a piece of who you really are for fear of not being accepted must be hard. I'm telling you that I accept you, and we can figure this out. There has to be written work and knowledge. Are there others?" 

"Yes. There are but only one per lifetime. Right now I'm the only one living." Rain sniffled. 

"There's a start. Rain we can figure this out, have you tried it on Marcelo?"Jazz couldn't help but ask. 

"No, I don't think it would work. He's already had his surgery. Once healing has begun there's not much I can do. As far as I know I can't heal the blind or the deaf. I don't know the extent of my power yet, and Marcelo can't know either." Rain turned to Jazz and pleaded with her. 

"Jazz promise me you won't tell anyone what happened. Please." Jazz nodded and Rain squeezed her hands in appreciation. 

"I 'm going to keep this between us but Rain I'll be honest with you. It's not good to keep secrets from the ones you love. Trust me. I know from experience." 

"I'm guessing you did and it backfired?" Rain looked into Jazz's eyes with a smirk. 

"Girl, it lit my ass up." Jazz said and they laughed as Jazz dried Rain's tears with her thumb. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 03



"I've never had a true friend." Rain said. 

"There's a first time for everything." Jazz smiled, and they hugged tightly and Rain knew they would be bonded forever. 

* 

RAIN ARRIVED TO MARCELOS HOME LATE. Her and Jazz had spent the rest of their time talking about the legacy. Jazz was fascinated with Rain's story and horrified by her crazy mother. Rain felt a weight lifted that she had someone to confide in that she felt accepted her. 

"Sneaking in?" She jumped and broke out from her thoughts when she saw Marcelo behind her spread out on the couch. 

"Well, I wouldn't say sneaking. Plus, today is an off day for me. We agreed that-" 

"Rain, I'm just giving you a hard time. I know lately I've given you every reason to not want to be here. I've been a jerk, when you've only tried to help me. You have helped me. I appreciate that, which is something I haven't told you." 

"Marcelo I know you're a good guy. I like working with you. I just don't like the cold shoulder. I understand your frustration and your pain. We've made so much progress but only by your faith will we succeed." 

Rain walked closer and Marcelo hit the spot on the couch motioning for her to sit next to him, and she did. 

Marcelo couldn't help but notice that when she crossed her legs how the slit in her sun dress reveled her sexy brown thighs. He rested his large hand on her knee and was pleased when he felt her body shiver a little. 

"Forgive me okay? Let's start over. Hi, I'm Marcelo." Rain giggled but took his hand and shook it. 

"I'm Rain and I don't want to start over. You've been my greatest challenge." 

"That sounds very attractive." Marcelo said and she laughed. 

"I meant it in a good way and you are very attractive, when you're being nice." Rain said and she smiled sheepishly when his eyes focused in on her. Rain knew deep inside his fire turned her on as well. 

Marcelo looked into her beautiful brown eyes and as that golden rim shun he knew she was looking into him again. He hoped that she would find a want that was so deeply burrowed inside of him for her. 

Rain tried to read him and her whole body became a walking fever. There was an energy burning deep inside of his loins. His gray eyes were still focused in on her and she hadn't yet broke contact. She didn't even look away when his hand that was rested up on her knee started traveling up her thigh. 

Rain shivered, she was being touched by a man. His olive tone skin was smooth to touch as her hand touched his face, and she moved that one strand of jet black hair that always hung by the side of it out of the way. Marcelo kissed the palm of her hand with his sinful mouth. Rain closed her eyes and thought about his full lips claiming her...everywhere. 

"I can be more than nice Rain. You really wanna know what's inside of me? You really want to know what I've been keeping in, and fighting since you've arrived." Rain caught her breath as he grabbed beneath her hair and gripped the back of her neck. 

"Yes, I want you to tell, me, show me and involve me." 

Rain spoke still not breaking eye contact but her dress was rising with every breath she inhaled and falling dramatically with every breath she released. She never knew a heart could race so fast. 

"I told you that I want you. I told you since you've arrived I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. Every night what I most desire is in a room next to me. So you could understand my frustration." 

Marcelo brought his lips close to hers and she closed her eyes ready for the fire, when his lips gentled over her's in a smooth peck. 

"I've shown you that frustration, and I'm afraid your fragility prevents me from including you. I'm willing to share with you, heal as a team, but these wants and desires will do nothing but hurt you." Marcelo pecked her one more time and started to rise in order to walk away. 

"I'm tired of you taking my vulnerability for fragility Marcelo. You have no right to make decisions and predictions for me. If you knew what was in my heart you would know that I have my own wants and desires." Rain removed one strap away from her dress and then the other. Marcelo watched each one slide over her brown and delectable shoulders. 

"I want you. I'm not going to hold back anymore. I've never desired someone like I desire you. I care for you Marcelo deeply." 

Rain knew it was time to let her inhibitions go. It was too soon to say that Marcelo was the one but she felt it. She knew that he was the one that would change her life, but he didn't know it yet. 

There were still so many secrets between them but she was letting go of one tonight. There was so much sexual tension and sexual frustrations. She would let her self act upon them tonight. 

"I care for you too Rain, but my want for you will forgo rationale. I don't know if I'll have the strength to be gentle." 

"No more talking, no more doubts." 

Rain let her dress drop at her feet. Her body was even more breath taking without clothes stopping his view. Only black lace stood in the way of the master piece he knew he was about to unveil. 

Rain kept her heels on and walked towards him. She loved how it made her feel that his eyes were entranced by her. She felt sexy, desired, and free. Although she had never engaged in this dance before, she seemed to fall into the moves, and as a woman her instinct took over. 

Marcelo took her body against his and traced around her jaw line with his lips. His fingers traced over the top of her breast and gripped the back of her neck. Rain looked up into his eyes. 

"Have me." Rain said, and he lost it. 

He kissed her with everything he had. The ache in his head pounded at him for a release. His temper had consumed him so much he felt like a savage. 

He remembered when he lashed out on her. He hated everything, all of a sudden life seemed to be sucked out of him. He tried to turn her away but she stood firm. She wouldn't let him get away. 

Rain had let him be broken in her arms, which were stronger then he imagined. She held him fiercely, as if his life depended on it. He let his hatred roll off him as her words echoed in his head. 

She wanted him to need her, but he already did. This was why she scared him. He felt energy from her. It gave him strength. As she moved her soft lips against his hard mouth and melted in his arms, he felt it again. This time the kiss was shy and timid. 

It was caution and confusion meshed together. Confusion to the new feelings that they were experiencing for the first time. Marcelo broke the kiss, and was met with a moan in protest. He pulled Rain down the hall and pushed her against the bedroom door. 

"I need you," He crushed his mouth to hers with a feverish need for her. Her body seem to mold against him. All her soft curves moved in rhythm with his slight grind as he moved roughly against her. 

When a soft purr sounded in her throat and reverberated through to his mouth he bit down on her bottom lip and pulled. 

"Marcelo," she moaned his name and made sure not to put too much pressure on his leg. He lifted her in his big arms and took small strides to his bedroom. 

He could hardly feel the pain at all, as he was lost inside this beautiful woman. Her lips were darkly pink now and swollen from their kissing and he loved the flushed color in her cheeks as she was hot for him. He laid her down on the bed and climbed over her. 

"I've wanted you from the day I saw you. First I was angry. It was the way you seemed to tempt me with your hypnotic eyes. I was drawn to you, your fresh scent, natural beauty so unique, and your presence so strong." 

Marcelo kissed her neck, and she shivered again. 

"I thought you hated me when we first met." She looked into his eyes. Her arms were around his neck. His kissed down her arms and over her beautiful shoulders. He wanted to taste every inch of her. 

"Hated what you did to me. Rain never have I yearned for a woman, never have I ever breathed her in wherever I went, and that's what you do to me. It's like I'm in tune with your soul." 

Marcelo didn't know what the hell was taking over him, but words poured out of him honestly. He couldn't stop the vulnerability if he tried. He was tired of running. He was ready to give in to whatever was happening between them. There was no fear in his heart at this moment. 

There was something about Rain that he needed, and wanted. There was something about her that he knew belonged to him if only he would claim it. 

He saw her eyes widen and kissed her lips once more. This time he let his thumb graze her nipple and heard her whimper for more. He ripped off her bra in one yank. Her breasts were soft, small, and brown globes with rosy nipples that harden against his hands. 

He pushed them together and let his tongue move between them, and then he took one into his mouth biting lightly on her nipple and watched her writhe beneath him. He gave each breast equal attention hungry for the taste of her. 

"Oh Marcelo..." Her voice was raspy with heat as he took her higher using his mouth to trail her smooth skin. She was perfection. He moved down her toned stomach. He kissed the exposed skin right above her hot spot. Her belly caved in as he pulled down her panties and threw them across the room. 

He kissed up her lovely thighs and opened her up to him. His hands moved across her quivering stomach and he held her down with one hand and opened her folds with his other. He dragged his tongue slowly across and found her dripping wet for him. 

He rubbed a finger up and down her crease and she bucked against his arm trying to scoot up against his finger as he teased her. 

"Please!" She pleaded with him. 

"You need me too huh?" 

"Yess-yes!-" 

He dove one finger in and she closed her eyes and her pleasure caught in her throat. His finger was so damn thick, and she was afraid for his thicker member to be inside her. He pulled his finger out when she tensed and tried to relax her by lapping her up with his tongue. 

She damn near lost it as his wide tongue dove into her pussy. She tried to buck against his face as his tongue tortured her. Never had anyone ever touched her this way before. Never had anyone seen her naked before, and never had she let anyone get close enough to touch her. 

Marcelo was different. She wanted and burned for his touch. She climaxed quickly for the first time with her own fingers, and toys but this was nothing like that. 

Marcelo with his tongue made her climax come down with blinding quickness and for a minute she saw stars. She screamed out his name as he lapped up her juices. 

"You like that amor,?" Love he called her. He came back kissing up her stomach and finding her lips. She tasted herself on his mouth and found it a major turn on as sweat dripped between them. When his hand reached back down she tensed again. 

"Amor what's wrong?" He growled as she tensed while kissing his neck, discarding his shirt and under shirt, and running her hands down his abs. She ignored his question and slid down his slacks and waited for him to kick them off along with his briefs. 

He was so big! To the gods what was she doing. It was like going to the beach to ride the dolphins and out comes Moby dick. The deep V leading down to his long thick manhood was sinfully sexy thought, and made her mouth water. 

He tried to get his finger in again and she closed her legs. She was afraid. He leaned her back down on the bed and rubbed his dick against her crease and her eyes rolled back and she relaxed. 

"Tell me." Marcelo lifted off of her a bit and kissed her. 

"This is my first time Marcelo. You're the first man to touch me this way-I-" 

She was cut off as he kissed her roughly. She felt his satisfaction as he smiled against her lips. 

"Good. Now let me show you what you've been missing Amor." 

He whispered his native tongue in her ear and she opened up to him. She allowed his finger inside her as he tried to prepare her for his length and thickness. He added two and then three and she climaxed again, riding a wave of pleasure. 

"I'm ready! I want you inside me Marcelo. Please" He grunted against her mouth and looked into her eyes. His deep gray eyes penetrated hers. In them she saw gentleness, which was new for him. 

She saw passion and want. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. She rubbed a hand against his clean shaven face, laid her forehead against his, and felt his long eyes lashes against her eye lids. 

She closed her eyes as she felt him at her entrance as he parted her legs softly. She swallowed as he rubbed his head on her clit and it ached swollen from his tongue. He slid into her and the thrust caused her to blink rapidly. 

He wasn't even all the way in yet. She gripped and dug into his back and he pulled out and then went in again. Testing her with each inch he put into her. Soon he thrust forward and broke through. 

Rain screamed out in pleasure as her wetness soaked around his dick. He began to slowly work himself inside her and she felt a new pleasure. This was not a toy. She gripped his back as he stroked his dick slowly in and out of her pussy. 

Her soul seemed to break free as her mouth gaped open and she threw her head back and arched forward to met his long and deadly strokes. The muscles in his strong back flexed as he worked into her with masculine ease and rhythm. She screamed and it echoed from the walls as a roar of ecstasy. 

"God you feel so fucking good-so-so tight." 

Marcelo clenched his teeth and she whispered his name as he took her to heaven. All her senses seemed heightened, and more intense. She could smell every inch of them in the air. 

Their sex and sweat was mingling, and his hard body was creating electricity between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her passionately as he stroked softly. He laid kisses on her ear after he bit it sensually. 

He wanted to make love to her for her first time. He loved the arch of her back as she pushed down onto his dick and met his smooth strokes. She gripped him and the wetness he felt was like a pool of heaven. He loved the look of his cream dick going in and out of her brown pink centered pussy. 

"That's right cream on my dick." Marcelo lapped up her neck as she was already putting her cream like cum on his dick. 

"Marcelo. Don't stop-don't-" Rain couldn't even get it out as he began to stroke her faster. 

"Nunca." Never. He whispered in her ear and stroked her to blinding pleasure. Rain had never felt something so powerful that she saw nothing and heard nothing. Her moans seemed distant and incoherent. Her body shook and her mind was numb with pleasure. 

She was so damn tight he had to will himself not to drive into her so hard he crashed her through the fucking wall. She was made for him, and she wrapped around him so snug he wanted to be inside her forever. 

Rain felt her body lift as she felt her climax come down like a wave crashing ashore, and a tide rippling in her sea of pleasure. Never had she felt anything so pleasurable as her love coming down upon him. Their bodies only gravitated closer and her legs only wrapped around him tighter. 

Marcelo felt her jerk as her love came down over him and shut his own eyes. The feel of her body against his the sounds of her pleasure in his ear engulfed him. This was a first time for him as well. He had never felt so deeply moved by this entanglement of limbs, pleasure and want. 

Marcelo followed her climax. He emptied himself into her without a thought and roared in her ear a vicious sound of pleasure. Every inch of her against his body was enough to make him feel her heat and her needs. He knew just where she wanted him to touch and grope without her opening her mouth. 

He had given his all and she had took all that he had to offer. Marcelo laid spent beside her, and reached out for her warmth. Her eyes fluttered as her lids felt heavy. He kissed her forehead, and she slowly drifted to sleep. After her eyes closed Marcelo gripped his leg in pain. 

It was taken everything in him to not surrender to it as they made love. He couldn't appear weak. Plus, Rain's love overshadowed any feeling of pain. He pulled Rain's naked body against his and laid his head in her bountiful silky black hair and let himself drift. 

The pleasure of having her by his side brought the pain to a minor ache, and he knew with her by his side he would sleep well for the first time in a long time. 

* 

MARCELO WOKE UP EARLY MORNING. He rolled of out of bed his naked body stretching with a yawn. He slipped on a pair of boxers and went to make coffee before he showered and brushed his teeth. He returned upstairs as the coffee was being made and walked over to the bed. 

He looked down on her and a smile hinted at his mouth. She looked so peaceful. The sunlight was peaking in making a glow radiate off her smooth skin. Her bountiful hair was spread over his sheets and he knew they would hold the scent of her. 

He ran his back hand on her cheek and kissed her pink lips as her chest rose up and down. She looked so angelic-like an angel. 

He was her first. He was her first? God it hit him like a tidal wave. He had been the first to touch and taste her most private parts. His had been the first name that she screamed out in a feminine cry of pleasure and heat. 

It struck something in him. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't mess this up, but how could he accept her as his and still protect himself? It was just a matter of time before the anger would come back and how could he stop himself from pushing her away? 

He pulled a hand through his hair. Damn it what if he hurt her? What if she wanted a commitment? These were the things that he knew would come but for now he decided to stop worrying and enjoy the morning after. 

RAIN WOKE UP TO THE SHOWER RUNNING. She smiled and then groaned as she felt the ache between her legs. Oh but last night was so good. She sat up in the bed and looked in the mirror. 

Her skin was definitely glowing. She had never had a glow before. She watched a genuine smile hit her lips. So this is what it felt like to be happy. She had spent the night with a beautiful man and made love for the first time. 

She started to whistle a little bit as she wrapped the covers around her tighter. She leaned back down and smelled the sheets. She could smell him. His scent was so masculine and potent. 

She could smell him on her body as well. He was everything she wanted. She wanted the fire and the passion, but was this a one night stand? They had spent so little time together. How did she know he meant what he said? 

What if he just said he needed her because he was riding a emotional roller coaster? She tried not to think about it as the shower turned off and he walked out of the bathroom. She had to swallow so hard that it hurt. She felt her nipples strain against the covers at the sight of him. 

His silky black hair was pushed back with only the one stubborn strand escaping to the front. A drip of water falling from it , and joining the water trickling over his tight and formed abs. He was so much man, and she gazed every inch of him. 

The towel was just low enough on his waist, where she could see the deep V leading down to what was the promise land based off what he did to her last night. 

The water trickled down his strong jaw and down his aristocrat nose. She met his deep gray eyes and he gave her a knowing grin and she smiled shyly. 

"Good morning" She didn't know what else to say. 

"Great morning." He chuckled and she laughed as well pulling her hair back from her face. 

"I want to thank you Marcelo for being so gentle with me. It was my first time and you made it wonderful for me." 

"You gave me my greatest pleasure. Rain everything is ten times more intense with us. I can't explain it." He walked towards her and kissed her lips fiercely. He stroked her tongue like there was no tomorrow. She moaned low in her throat and ran a hand down his body. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 03



"Me either. Last night was amazing, but what about today?" 

"Today,we go on a date-" Marcelo winked. 

"Probably should have done that first." She giggled. 

"Well we saved the best for first." He smiled convincingly, and she couldn't help but agree. 

"I'll go get my coffee while you hop in the shower then we can go." He kissed her lips again and she smiled and then whistled when he dropped his towel to wrap a robe on his body. Rain watched him walk away and then slipped out of bed. 

She did a little happy dance to the shower. There was nothing that could bring her down from this high. She stole one of Marcelo's big robes and went into her room to get some clothes. Rain grabbed a nice dress but before she could get out the door her phone vibrated. 

She went to her purse on the dresser and grabbed her cell from it. She didn't recognize the number, but felt it may be important so she answered. 

"Hello, Rain speaking. How may I help you?" 

"I see you met your new man huh?" Rain's face became white and her hands started shaking. She could recognize that voice anywhere. 

"Jessie?" She questioned. 

"Still so smart I see, hows it going honey? I miss you." Rain went to the bedroom door and closed it, and brought her voice to a whisper. 

"I don't know what kind of game your trying to play but I haven't spoken to you in years. After everything you and my mother have done I plan on keeping it that way. I have no desire to speak with you Jessie. I don't know how you got my number, but lose it. Bye." She was ready to hang up but he stopped her. 

"Wait! What about your soldier? What about your white soul mate?" Jessie laughed. 

"I guess you've found someone to accept those freak show powers of yours-" Jessie paused at Rains harsh breath and silence. 

"Oh no, let me guess, you haven't told him have you? I guess I'll have to change that." Rain felt fear creep in her heart. How had he found her? 

"What do you want Jessie? After all these years, why?" 

Rain swallowed the lump in her throat. He had called on purpose knowing she couldn't read the energy. There was someone else there she was sure it was a her mother. She had to help him but how when they were unlinked. 

"The land. Your father left the land in your name. Unfortunately, without your permission we haven't been able to do anything with it. That's where you come in." Jessie told her and Rain felt sick. 

"My father wanted that land for the people, which is who I planned on releasing it too. Not you and my money hungry mother." 

Rain started pacing. She couldn't let them have it. She couldn't do that to her father. 

"I would rethink that if I was you. I mean I could easily pop up whenever I want to. I know your living with him. I know your probably screwing him. Just think how devastated you'll be when I tell him your secret. Plus, I think I still want you Rain." 

"Your sick Jessie, I want you and my mother to leave me alone. I'm warning you to stay away from me." 

"And if I don't? You have till the end of the end of the month to decide what you want to do. After that I may have to pop in for a little visit." 

Rain heard the click and went to the window. She felt tears come in her eyes. She felt anger an emotion not common for her. They were trying to ruin her. After all these years of freedom, and leaving the past behind. They were back. 

"No shower yet?" Marcelo opened the door and Rain jumped still clutching the phone in her hand. 

"Nope, just checking my voice mail." Rain lied and it stung her throat. Keeping things inside is one thing and lying is another. She felt horrible. 

"Well no more calls today. Besides you work for me, your not allowed to have any other clients. I may get jealous." Marcelo teased and gathered her in his arms and she melted. She needed comfort and she laid her head against his chest. 

"I wasn't planning on it." She gave a halfhearted smile and kissed his lips. Marcelo pulled her back to look at her. 

"Is everything okay? Are you feeling regret?" Marcelo questioned feeling his own body tense and Rain shook her head. 

"Of course not. It's just I'm nervous about our date is all. I want things to go well with us." Rain said which wasn't a complete lie. She was worried about them taking a step towards being closer with one another. 

"Things will go well. We have to stop stressing and just let what we feel be our guide. I don't know a lot of things Rain. I do know what happen between us last night was real, and special. We had a connection, and I'm ready to explore that if you are." 

Marcelo kissed her lips and Rain pulled him closer needing him so much, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him why. 

"I am Marcelo but-" 

"No buts, I'm taking you to the shower." Marcelo lifted her in his arms and she squealed. 

"Marcelo, your leg." Rain warned him wanting to get down. 

"The shower." He responded and she hung onto his neck as he had combated her stubbornness with cave man tactics and was winning the battle. Yet it was the war she felt coming that was most frightening to her.



Fire and Rain Ch. 04



I have to apologize. It's been over a year and for that I am truly sorry! I graduated college, moved, and am now once again on summer vacation. I'm hoping to make up for lost time! Thank you for all the emails and comments in my absence. I am back though so please Comment, Like, favorite and above all enjoy! Love you guys. 

***** 

"IDIOT!" Jessie ducked as Rain's mother threw the vase towards him, and it smashed against the wall barely missing his head. 

"What? I did what you told me to do! I called her." He flinched again as she moved her hand but it was only to drag her long fingernails across his cheek. 

"You think that idol threats over the phone will suffice? She's stubborn. I told you to watch and wait for the perfect moment and then show up. She needs to know we mean business." 

"I couldn't wait that long. They were getting too close. Rain letting her guard down for this guy is bad news, and you know that! Do you want the land or not?" Jessie reasoned with her. 

He couldn't believe how much of a slave he had become for her through the years. After he left Rain in the dust, karma came knocking at his door. He lost both his parents in a drunk driving accident and was left with no money and no place to live. 

Her mother took him in. She fed and clothed him. In exchange he had to do things to her and for her that he was not proud of. It made him quiver just thinking of her old and wrinkled body. The promise of what was to come is what made him stay. 

She promised him the land where he could build a new home and new life. It had been years and each year he grew more and more weary. He started questioning her, and she broke down and told him that they needed Rain's signature. 

In the back of his head he figured that she had known this all along, but the information was of no use to him now. He had become a slave and for now he had to be content. She was all he had. 

She turned her cloudy white eyes on him. He didn't fear her, because he knew she was getting less and less skillful at reading his mind. Each day she was growing more and more ill. The hatred over the years was consuming her. Her powers were draining as being linked to Rain's youthful and joyful spirit had been what made her strong. 

Jessie knew that they needed Rain far more than she needed them. He had been reduced to this and all because of Rain. He hated her as much as her mother did. Although as of late, he was starting to resent them both. 

"My voice alone had her shook, but if you feel an appearance is needed I will make one and gladly so." 

Jessie smirked looking forward to seeing her in person again. Nothing would give him more satisfaction then watching her whole world crumble. 

Once she signed over the land, he would off her mother. Afterward, the land would truly be his. 

"Good and one more thing I need." She smirked. 

"Whats that?" 

"His DNA." 

Jessie looked at her but didn't question it. Whatever she had in mind it was devious and fine with him. No one deserved it more than Rain. 

* 

A FEW MONTHS HAD PASSED. They had spent many mornings and nights together. He had finally given in and let her help him. She had been more help than he imagined. She was good at what she did. She wrapped and unwrapped him with great care and made sure he kept weight off of his leg as to not strain his healing muscles. 

She massaged it for him and made sure he got the appropriate amount of medicine. She taught him about painkillers and over dosage if he was not careful. In between that though, she was great company. 

He never thought that he could have such a good time ever again. He had been in the army his whole life and didn't remember the last time he got a chance to go to an amusement park or to a carnival. 

They went to see movies and later would come home and throw popcorn at each other like little children and then make love like adults. 

Her smiles lit up his whole world, and it was with new eyes he saw everything. As he began to heal physically, he did emotionally as well. He still hadn't told her many things, but he had a feeling she was hiding things from him. 

He didn't feel it was necessary to push as he was content with how they were. Plus, how could he explain that he was falling in love with her? He couldn't let himself slip like that. 

The harder he fell, the harder it would be for him to get back up again. She was so unexpected that she caught him off guard. He wanted to claim her as his, but he found that he was afraid of starting anything permanent. 

He appreciated the fact that she never pushed the subject. As far as he knew, she wasn't seeing anyone else. He couldn't even think about her being with anyone else. The thought alone made his blood boil. 

"What are you brooding about?" She asked him as she took one chili fry and put it in her mouth as they sat in the small diner. She looked so cute in his baseball cap, her sporty t-shirt, and jogging pants. They had been running together and decided a break was in order. 

"Nothing, I left my wallet in the car" he said absently but that was only part of his irritation. The thought of her with someone else had made his fist clench and his eyes lower. 

"I'll get it Marcello-" She rose and then he pulled her back by the arm, tugged her down to his mouth, and devoured her for good measure. 

He found the trace of no other on her mouth and was satisfied. He let her go, and she only raised an eyebrow at him as the few people in the diner either smiled, pretended not to be watching, or scolded them. 

She walked outside slightly turned on but mostly embarrassed. She went to retrieve his wallet. She started to punch the code on his navigator's door when her finger froze. 

"Hey baby, long time no see." His voice made her blood run cold and emotions ran through her at an alarming rate. She turned but before the movement she could sense him. She knew that eight years had done nothing to his voice from the phone conversation and apparently not his face either. 

His long hair was no longer in loose braids but was wavering at his shoulders, his brown eyes were wearier, he had gotten taller, but hadn't lost his fair muscles on his lanky frame. He stood before her in comfortable slacks, sensible shoes, and a white shirt and tie. 

"What are you doing here?" She always thought he would have stayed in Arizona making his idle threats but here he was right in front of her. Her mind couldn't even register the amount of dread that soaked her and threatened to flood her causing her to drown in the memories. 

At the happiest point in her life he had to show up. Things had been going perfect with Marcello. They had spent so much time together. They went to all the places that Jazz and Connor had recommended for fun. They had gone on dates and acted like a real couple. 

He had held and kissed her hand as they walked around the amusement park, let her grab him when they got on different roller coaster's, and he made a point of raising his hands and laughing the whole time. 

She had called him an ass when she had closed her eyes and then he told her something had broken below. She started to cry, and he waited to tell her he was joking until the ride came to a stop. 

She punched him in the arm and stomped off. Once he stopped laughing, he came after her, grabbed her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and started kissing her neck. She folded her arms refusing to talk to him. 

"That was not funny! I was scared!" She elbowed his hard stomach and was mad when he didn't even flinch. He turned her around and tried kissing her stubborn mouth. He smiled against her and tickled her. Eventually, her scowl broke. He kissed her until she gave into his heat. She ended up melting in his arms and forgiving him. 

Later she shook her head and wondered why the hell she even bothered. She could not stay mad at him. She loved him. She did and didn't know what to say. To her, it couldn't be possible, she wasn't supposed to be able to love again. 

She had promised to cut herself off from love. The reason for that stood before her smiling as if they didn't have a long and bad history between them. 

"Is that any way to talk to a long lost lover and friend." He gave her a wicked smile and she snarled. 

"I know all about it Jessie. I know how she bribed you for land and money to court me. I know how you were pretending to love me! I know how sick you both are, so stay away from me!" 

She stood in front of him, feeling the pride she thought he had took away from her come to her aid. She lifted her chin and was prepared to stalk off when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her close to him. She felt a cold indifferent shiver. He disgusted her. 

"And I know your little secret. It was pure luck me running into you. It proves you can never escape the past. Oh, and I'll get the land and in exchange I'll keep your little witch craft to myself." 

"Its not witch craft Jessie and I saved your life!" His grip was firm and was starting to hurt. "Jessie let me-" before she knew it Jessie released her and was smoothing out her hair. 

"God, you haven't changed." Rain looked at his eyes, which had turned kind, in confusion. 

"Who the hell is this?" Marcello's voice cut like a knife through the air and his presence also thickened it. 

"Marcello," Jessie couldn't help but feel jealousy as Rain looked at him with a look that he had never seen before. Even though she had once upon a time loved him too, he could see that what she felt for this man was much deeper and stronger. It angered him but he suppressed it. 

"Oh, so this is the infamous Marcello. It's so great to meet you. Rain has spoken very highly of you." 

"Funny, cause she's never mentioned you and I still have no clue who you are." Marcello moved closer and protectively moved Rain behind him as he sensed her apprehension. 

"Sorry, that's my fault. I'm a little unexpected. I'm Rain's cousin from the reservation. We haven't seen each other in years. I recently got into contact with her because I had some contracting work in you guys town where she told me she was working." Jessie extended his hand. "I'm Jessie." Marcello shook it but was still weary. 

"Did she tell you she was at the diner as well?" Marcello questioned and Jessie laughed to hide his desire to punch Marcello right in his smug face. 

"No, but I was driving through and saw her through the diner window by luck." 

"Forgive me, I forgot to mention he was in town." Rain quickly jumped in to Jessie's pleasure and surprise. She was smarter then he thought. She was playing right along like a good girl. "I thought you were leaving town soon." Rain clenched her teeth and Jessie stared back into her eyes with a warning smile. 

"I was but it's taking longer then we bargained for. I was just on my way to the site, but I couldn't drive by without saying hello. However, we need to speak soon. Your mother is in great need of you Rain. Your matrimony awaits." 

"Matrimony? Rain what the hell is this about?" Marcello looked to Rain for answers she could not produce for she was speechless. 

"My brother, please do not look at her in anger. This has been set for years now. Rain has tried to run from it but I'm afraid the land and all we own is at stake. Please Rain think about it. I'll be in touch. Marcello," Jessie took Marcello in a quick embrace that he was too much in shock to resist. He expertly snatched a small hair from the back of Marcello's head. 

"Jessie-" Rain chased him down to his car and spoke in hushed tones. "I don't know what your trying to do but it stops now. Why are you doing this?" Rain was desperate to leave her past behind her. Now all of her demons had found her again. 

"Rain, you know what I want. You comply and all of this can go away. Simple." 

"I will never give you my fathers land." Her eyes were unmoving as she stared her past right in the face. 

"Then let the games began." Jessie smiled, closed the door in her face, and waved goodbye to a confused Marcello. 

"Rain-" 

"Please Marcello, let's just go." She walked back to his car with her head down. She couldn't bare to look him in the eyes. 

Marcello watched her turn her back on his questioning eyes, but he knew that it wasn't over. She had some explaining to do. 

* 

THEY DROVE TO THE HOUSE IN SILENCE. When they arrived at the house, he came in the house after her, slammed the door, and turned her around to face him by her wrist. 

"Marcello why-" 

"What the fuck was he talking about?" He growled. 

"First off let me go! I'm tired of being man handled, and secondly, what gives you the right to talk to me like that? You don't own me just because I'm sleeping with you doesn't mean you're the only-" 

He was fast when he grabbed her by the arm and his leg didn't seem like an obstacle. It seemed in the mist of his temper he knew no pain. 

"You're right, but I figured you would at least have the decency to mention if there was another man in your life before I caught feelings for you, before I told you about my family!" 

Marcello felt a pain in his heart he never knew he could feel before. 

He wasn't use to letting people in and let alone a woman. Rain was someone he thought he could trust. Now he felt all he had built her up to be crashing down right before his eyes. It was his fault though. He had finally let his guard down and let someone in. Now he was paying the price. 

"Marcello there is so much that you don't know and I can't tell you." 

Rain stared Marcello in his steely gray eyes. Slowly she saw his guard come back up as he stepped back away from her. She felt his distance emotionally and physically. This was the only way to protect him. 

She tried to tell herself that she was doing the right thing. 

"Then maybe you should leave Rain." Marcello spoke the words so fluidly that they almost didn't hurt. 

"Is that what you really want?" Rain knew she had no right to question him, but she couldn't help but desire his understanding. 

"I'll give you a couple of days. Our work here is done." It was Marcello's turn to walk away and there were tears in Rain's eyes that were met with Marcello's back. 

Marcello wanted to turn around, but his pride wouldn't let him. He was wounded again, but this time he wasn't sure he would recover. 

* 

"VERY GOOD,VERY GOOD," Rain's mother fixed her cloudy white eyes on the beautiful strand of hair. 

Finally, Jessie had managed to do something right. She ordered him to bring her some candles. She took the hair to her back room. 

It was the place that she meditated and was the most powerful room in the house. For years, she had been performing oracles. While once she hid her powers, when she ran out of money she used them for income. This went on until some of the others found out she was manipulating peoples spirit. 

She was then banned from doing it. Once again, she blamed it on Rain. The way she remembered it Rain had abandon her mother and her responsibilities. She was left by Rain and her father to suffer. It was her turn to live life comfortably. 

She knew the day would come when Rain would meet her soul mate. Now there was no time to waste. She could sense Rain all over the aura she was receiving from the strain. 

Jessie brought in the candles and laid them on the window sill. He moved back the silk red curtains and lit each candle one by one. The room became dim, and he took his place in the corner in silence. 

He still considered this stuff witch craft, but it was the only way he could claim what he now saw as his. He watched as her long and silver hair flared as the wind found its way in the room. She waved her palm over the strain starting to get a read on his past and present. 

Jessie jumped when a dark swirl began to whip around her and her cloudy eyes became black. He knew that it could only mean something bad. Yet, she was smiling as her visions began to come together. 

Suddenly, the candles blew out , and the room became completely dark. 

"Bring me a cold cloth for my eyes." She ordered Jessie and he went quickly eager to hear what she knew. 

She put the wet cloth over her eyes. She was weaker than ever. She couldn't even have the lights on in her sanctuary room. Her eyes were getting tired to where she knew soon she would lose her ability to read. 

She needed Rain's youthful spirit that she didn't have. Her bitterness and hatred had caused her to age quickly and become less powerful. 

Jessie escorted her out the room and into the living room. He knew not to ask any questions. He was to wait patiently as she quietly recovered. He could tell that the reading had took a lot out of her. He moved her gray hair out of her face. 

He swept it up from the her waist line which is where it touched and wrapped it for her. She handed him the cloth revealing her stormy gray eyes. This was the sign that she was once again okay. Jessie couldn't help but grimace. 

She was aging more quickly each day. The brown of her skin was slowly but surely cracking. Like a desert plain it was dry and was filled with cracks, creases, and lines. When he sat next to her she grabbed his hand with long, thin, and nimble fingers. 

Her nails were long and he feared each time she brought them alongside his cheek, which she loved to do. She did this and she smiled as her eyes cleared and the vision was clear. 

"He's a soldier. He started very young. He rose in the ranks. He is driven by anger, pain, and lost." Jessie listened on intently. He hoped there was something she found that they could use. He was becoming impatient. 

"Okay, but did you find anything useful in his past?" Jessie couldn't help but questioned and cringed when her right hand clinched his cheeks together as she grabbed him by the face. 

"Quiet!" He nodded and she released his face as she continued to organize her thoughts. "There was an accident. The family died...but the little girl...the little girl she..." Jessie watched as her eyes came wide open and she jumped up with energy he had never seen before and began to laugh. 

Jessie jumped up as well and grabbed her by the arms making sure it was gently. He didn't want to anger her again. 

"What? What little girl?" 

"The family got into a crash. They were all pronounced dead. Bodies were burned up and or never found. I found traces of them in his DNA. The little girl survived...she survived. She wandered off into the woods. She was found with no memory." Jessie smiled catching on to where she was going with it. 

"We can find her..." Jessie rubbed his hands together. 

"Yes, and she will be the key to us finally breaking Rain and separating her from her white lover...first things first we need to cut your hair." 

"Huh?" Jessie unconsciously grabbed his hair and then shook his head. "No, there has to another way." He groaned while she just smiled. 

"Bring me the razor." 

* 

CONNOR LEANED IN HIS CHAIR and threw a football at Marcello's head as he was day dreaming again when they were discussing facts and figures. Connor was president and he wanted to prep Marcello to act as a vice-president of the O'Malley construction company. 

Marcello didn't know it yet but he wanted him to put his degree to use and work alongside him. However, he knew that for Marcello there was still that dream of returning to service. For now, he didn't mention it. 

He knew Marcello would find the paper work boring as hell. They were men who were use to action and not sitting behind a desk. At times, Connor even wished that someone they didn't hire would come back for revenge and try to set the place on fire or at least come with some backup and attack. 

It was very unlikely, but they were always ready for anything. They still had a back room full of heat. Old habits die hard. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 04



"Yeah, sounds good." Marcello said absently and Connor just twisted his mouth at him, and Marcello kept spacing out. Marcello eventually halfheartedly tossed the football in the air, and it spiraled back down to the floor. His mind reeling. 

"You're not even paying attention." 

"You're very observant and that's why you make the big bucks." Marcello leaned back in the plush black chair across from Connor's big black oak desk. He didn't want to hear about figures and facts. Right now he wanted to find Rain, bend her over, and hear her say his name. 

It had been a day since he told her to leave. She was to be gone by tomorrow. They still hadn't spoken to each other. They both attempted to stay out of each others way. 

"Hello! Earth to Marcello! What do you think? Should we be hiring or firing? We got to do one or the other. On one hand we will be expanding soon but on the other we could use more money in the budget." 

Connor tried to breathe easy. His father was counting on him. David decided he wanted to retire and had left all of it in Connors hands. Connor and Marcello had took business classes and did the necessary training. Connor felt that he might fail, but he kept reassuring himself that failure was not a option. 

"I say hire!" Marcello said "I actually think that downsizing would hurt you guys. Though you'll have more workers than needed, once you expand as big as your planning you'll need those workers and many more. So why not hire, put some men into more extensive training, and be a force to be reckon with." 

He reasoned this to Connor and he seemed to agree. 

"Yeah that sounds about right. Hire it is! See we can be good at this stuff-" 

"I still say we make them go through an obstacle course." Marcello grinned devilishly. His handsome face marked with mischief. 

"With your suggestions for land mines-it's a death course." Connor said catching the football with one hand as Marcello tossed it to him from behind his back. 

"Yeah just suck the fun out of everything." Marcello remarked. He needed some excitement. He stretched out his healing leg and thought of Rain again. It was all because of her. She was healing him but he began to see she was getting too close. 

He kept convincing himself that space was the right thing. Even though it was slowly killing him inside. 

"What the hell is going on with you man?" Connor asked as he sensed Marcello's restlessness. 

"Rain is leaving..." Marcello said and swallowed the heaviness of it after he said it. 

"I thought her contract was still intact and things were going good between you two." Connor turned his translucent green eyes on Marcello in disbelief. 

"None of that matters. Things have gone to far and I needed too-" 

"Oh so this is your doing? Another attempt to ruin something that could actually be good for you and," 

"You don't know what it's like!" Marcello stood up and raised his voice, and Connor stood too. He wasn't going to back down. 

"What? Being afraid to get close to someone...living in fear. We went through some of the same combat for goodness sake. I met Jazz fresh on leave...we had our struggles. I almost could have lost a good thing being stubborn and giving up." Connor placed a hand on Marcello's shoulder. 

"This is different Jazz was open and willing." 

"Hiding a baby from me was open and willing to you?" Connor raised an eyebrow and Marcello laughed. 

"Fine, I see your point. There is so much we are hiding from one another. I think were both holding back for the same reasons." Marcello wanted to hide his fear but from Connor he realized it was impossible. 

"Then you make the first move and open up. Show her that you're for real about it." Connor suggested. 

"Maybe you're right." 

"Oh I know I am." Connor stated smugly and Marcello threw the football at his stomach. "Plus I need you strong and level headed. I need your help." Connor stated seriously and quickly sparked Marcello's full attention. 

"Done. Now what's going on?" Marcello looked at the door and then back at Connor. He smoothly went over and locked it and then fell back into his position against the desk. 

"I think someone in the company is stealing money. Numbers aren't adding up. I want to do an investigation but something very low-key." 

"You don't want to tip anybody off." Marcello could read his mind. 

"Exactly, in the next couple of days we'll start poking around." Connor knew that he couldn't trust anyone but Marcello. He also thought this was the perfect way to convince him that he needed him as VP. 

"I'm down. You know I got your back." Connor nodded his way and they continued to throw the football back and forth. Connor didn't know why but he had a horrible feeling in his gut. 

"You good." It was Marcello's turn to ask him. 

"Fine, I think that lunch is hitting the spot but not in the way I would like." 

"Alright, that's enough." Marcello laughed and Connor breathed a sigh a relief knowing he wouldn't probe any further. 

* 

"JESSICA HE'S ON TO US! Why do you think he brought Mr. muscle man here." Bert pulled on his tie and wiped the sweat off his bald head with a handkerchief. 

Jessica took the tie from his hand and pulled him to a standing position. She took the other hand and pushed his glasses back on his beady eyes. Bert was merely a pawn in the bigger scheme of things she had in store. 

She needed him because he was smart. Nothing more nothing less. He was short, bald, beady eyes, and sloppy build. There was nothing attractive or special about him. He was perfect. 

Jessica was the definition of a blond bombshell. She was slender with a nice pair of breast and blond. Her baby blues made her appear so innocent but she was anything but. 

"Bert pull yourself together! No one is on to us. You need to stay focused." 

"No, no more manipulation. You told me it would be one transaction and that's it. Well that was four transactions ago and he's definitely on to us. I'm going to have to pull out. I can't do this anymore." 

Bert released her hand from his tie and sat back down. He put his head down between his legs and started to breathe. He took out his asthma pump and inhaled twice as as he pushed down on it two times. 

Jessica rolled her eyes. He was so fucking pathetic. She knew what she had to do. She was going to do what she was taught by her mentor. She was sent here on a mission and she wouldn't let her pen mother down. 

"Bert, baby don't say that." Jessica turned her baby blues on him as she rubbed the crease between her chest and unbuttoned some of her blouse as well. 

"Jessica, listen I'm out okay. We've made enough-" Bert damn near went into shock when her lips found his. She tasted just as tantalizing as she looked. 

Her tongue found his and the seduction began. She started on his belt buckle and his eyes shot open and he pushed her off. 

"What's wrong baby?" Jessica said wiping her lips and continuing to unbutton her shirt. 

"I'm married for Christ sake!" Bert quickly fumbled to get himself together. He stood and paced the room looking out the window. He panicked when he notice the blinds were open to his office. Although they were in a corner where they couldn't be seen, he was still nervous someone had seen them. 

He quickly went and closed the blinds and locked the door in case she tried to jump on him again. 

"What does that matter? You do this for me, I do for you. I guarantee your wife can't give you what I can. I mean look at her she almost as unremarkable as you are Bert. I can change that." Jessica walked towards him until he was backed up against his desk. 

Jessica please listen-" In a flash she had pulled down his pants and put his cock in her mouth. She cupped his balls and and began to perform oral sex on him. She pushed her mouth over his dick while swirling her tongue over the tip of it. 

Bert's legs began to shake as her tongue expertly moved across the tip and she deep throat-ed him as well. She pushed his dick to the back of her throat. 

Bert found his hands moving in her blond hair and tightening as he pushed her head up and down on his cock. He nearly lost it when she put her hands behind her back and let him be her guide. She popped him out of her mouth and pushed him down on the desk. 

"I need a favor big boy." She kept eye contact as she slipped her thong to the side and positioned herself over his dick. For a nerd he had a fine cock, and she was starting to like taking advantage of it. 

She was wrong there was something remarkable about Bert. He had a great cock. She had felt how thick it was as it filled her mouth. The length was a bonus as well. She gladly slid her pussy down on his cock and fell into heaven. 

She watched in pleasure as Bert gripped the desk as she pushed her pussy down so that she engulfed his dick. Bert watched as she unlatched her bra revealing the most perfect pair of breast he had ever seen. 

They were a cream color, perky, and were adorned with bubblegum pink nipples. He gripped them in his hands as her pussy gushed over his dick. He groaned as she sped up the pace and bounced her ass up and down taking him in like a pro. 

He could feel the walls of her pussy tightened around his dick and he groaned out in pleasure. He moved his hands to her ass and began assisting her once more. He gripped her ass and help her to slam her pussy on his dick. 

Then suddenly she stopped. 

"No, don't stop, please." He begged her and she got a devious look in her eyes. She slowly brought her pussy off his dick and then slammed it back down and he cried out. 

"You'll help me then." She brought her pussy back up off his dick. She let it hover above the tip of his pulsing cock covered in her juices. 

"Yes, yes! Anything you want." He was so desperate to feel her again. He threw his head back when she slammed back down on his dick and then went into overdrive. She fucked him like he had never been fucked before. He felt his balls tighten. "I'm gonna cum." 

Jessica slid off at his words and began stroking his cock. She put her mouth on him and he was turned on even more that she was willing to swallow his cum. His balls continued to tightened and he felt the release. Then she popped him out her mouth and let his cum fall all over his stomach and thighs. 

"Next time I might swallow if your a good boy." She eyed him as she quickly fixed herself up. She was dressed and reapplying her makeup while Bert was still catching his breath. 

"Next time?" He questioned hopefully now completely under her spell. 

"If you do what I say, yes." She finished reapplying her lipstick and a dash of perfume and put her tools back in her purse and swung it over her shoulder. 

Bert was right she knew that he was on to them. She heard a door slam outside the window and was hoping it was Connor's little friend leaving. She looked and saw it was Connor's hot little wife. She smiled. This was even better. 

"I'll process files more quietly." Bert said with his head down slightly ashamed. Jessica patted his head. 

"Good boy. I'll handle the boss man." She unlocked his door and made her way to Connor's office. 

* 

"HELLO BOYS." Jessica, Connors new temp, walked in swinging her blond wavy hair that fell to her shoulders in a classic look. 

Her baby blues narrowed in on Connor hungrily in a way that had Connor shifting in his seat and Marcello grunting in warning. 

He knew she was a little too forward in her approach to Connor but against Marcello's advice he didn't want to fire her or assign her to someone else. He figured that Marcello was being delusional but he wasn't dumb. The woman with her thin always painted red mouth and her slender frame had it out for Connor and it would not end well. 

"Hello Jessica got some good news?" Connor spoke hiding his uneasy chills. He didn't get a good vibe from her or her penetrating stare. He didn't want to assume anything and look like an asshole. 

"Sure, but could I speak to you in private...its personal. There's some things I've notice and wanted to bring to your attention. It's about Bert." Connor eyed Marcello. This might be the break they needed. 

"Sure! Marcello was just heading out." Marcello couldn't help but worry. He didn't trust this woman. He didn't like the way she looked at Connor. 

Jazz was like a sister to him and he knew Jessica was up to no good but he couldn't talk to Jazz. He had loyalty to Connor and hoped he could handle himself. 

He wasn't as blunt or aggressive as Marcello but he always held his own. He hoped this time around he would too as he let the door slam behind him the curtains already closed. 

"So what's troubling you?" Connor asked. He was always concerned about his employees. They rarely went to human resources about their problems. He always seem to have a reasonable answer or solution and was never too busy to lend a good ear. 

At first they found him intimidating. In a suit he looked like an even bigger power house with his broad shoulders, rugged good looks, and powerful presence. He eventually had eased their concerns and separated respect from fear. 

"It's just it's a little bigger here than I'm use too... it's hard to make waves in this environment." She walked a little closer, and it went unnoticed by Connor as she wanted. 

"I know it's new but your doing just fine. Stay focused and ambitious. The floor is intimidating but everyone around here knows that we don't tolerate harassment of any kind. Is that what's going with Bert?" 

Connor didn't want to come out and talk about the money situation. He didn't want anyone to know he was on to anybody. 

"You know what...that's not really what I'm here for. I just wanted to get to know you better." 

She twirled a piece of hair between her fingers and hoped he caught on to her sexual vibe. She frowned inwardly when he didn't seem fazed. 

He glanced at the picture on his desk of a pretty woman, who was his wife, and a beautiful young boy who looked just like Connor. She shot daggers at the caramel face in the frame. 

"That's my wife and son-beautiful aren't they" He beamed with pride. She never had seen him smile so wide, and she smiled back with one that touched her lips but didn't reach her eyes. She purposely sat it to the side and away from the center. 

"Yes, she's lucky to have you. I never really had a serious relationship." 

"Really? Not through playing the field huh?" He teased and she giggled like a school girl. 

"No, I just haven't found the right one, but I think I have someone in mine." Her eyes gleamed as she walked towards him. She sat on the edge of his desk, next to his chair, and inhaled the spicy and masculine scent of him and looked into his jade eyes. 

She saw confusion and then discomfort but ignored it and hopped into his lap and went in for a kiss. Connor struggled with her and then they froze as the knob twisted. 

* 

"HEY JANICE!" Jazz stopped to chat with the woman whose son was her new star pupil. She ruffled her curly red hair and leaned in to provide Jazz with the latest scoop. 

"Hey! Girl nothing much." She paused and Jazz eyed her knowing that wasn't all she had. "Dill is taking time off to take care of his pregnant wife. Listen, apparently she didn't know she was pregnant until five months into it. If you ask me she was deciding who the father should be. I can only say that Gregory is definitely wiping his brow over there in relief." 

Jazz eyes widened. 

"Gregory?" Her voice became hushed. "No but him and Dill are tight girl!" 

"Yep, but at least we know she's not. She told me that both men are packing. So she aint got no mo' walls chile." The older woman popped her big red gum and Jazz hooted wholeheartedly. 

"I can't handle you this morning. I'll get back to you on Monday for Jake's session." 

"Alright, you go in there and make sure hes not working too hard. Where's little Donny?" 

"He's back there with Mike. Mike insisted on luring him with some type of card magic trick. I let him stay and watch, cause he started fussing when I pulled him away. Janice could you go back there and watch him and then bring him to the office. I want him to visit with Connor before we leave." 

Janice got up quickly she was completely in love with Donny. She had babysat for Jazz a few times. 

Jazz was anxious to see Connor. She hadn't seen him all day and she missed her baby. He had left in the morning with a tempting kiss, but refused to be late again for the third time this week. 

There were many days when they would get wrapped into a quickie. She just laughed and rolled back to sleep and had yet to talk to him since. She knew he had a busy day today so she didn't complain. 

She knew he liked it when she surprised him at the office. She walked to his office door and open the door without knocking. He always had the curtains down when he was deep in decision making. She couldn't wait to divert his attention to other things she thought with a smile. 

"Hey baby I-" She opened the door and froze. All the air seem to whoosh out of her and her body seemed to run cold. She couldn't continue to speak as she took in the scene. A small and thin woman was in Connors arms. Her skin was like cream, and she had blonde wavy hair that swayed in a sultry way. 

Her blue eyes were filled with want as she sat in Connors arms and in his lap. She had the audacity to make no move to get up and Connor shoved her off of him impatiently. 

She smiled and said nothing as she breezed out the door past Jazz while purposely straightened her skirt and ruffling her hair. 

"Jazz, its not what-" 

"It looks like." She didn't recognize her own voice as it quivered with disbelief. She couldn't form a coherent thought as all she felt was betrayal and hurt. 

The ache went past her heart and into her soul. This wasn't like anything she felt before. She seem to pale and had to get away and get a hold of herself. 

"Baby wait!" Connor advanced towards her and she was ready to explode when Donny came running into the room and she swallowed her pride. She couldn't cause a scene in his office and she would not let her son watch them crumble. 

"Daddy!" He sprinted towards Connor and up into his arms. 

"Hey buddy" Connor said his voiced tight and strained. What the hell was he going to do? How could he explain himself? 

"Donny, daddy is really really busy today and we have to go." Donny started to protest but worry creased his tiny brow as tears welded in her eyes. He reached for her and she took him in her arms and held him close for comfort. 

"Mommy-" He whined and she shook her head. 

"Say bye-bye to daddy." She averted her eyes from him and her head was reeling. What the hell was happening?" 

"Bye-bye daddy." 

"Bye Donny. Jazz wait baby please I-" His voice echoed as she walked out the door and let it slam behind her. 

She rushed out the building through the back way not wanting to be seen. She sent Rain a quick text telling her she was taking Donny to Davids and wanted to meet her at a nearby park. 

She strapped Donny in the car and tried to keep a conversation with him. She cringed every few seconds as she tried to keep the tears from falling. 

She breathed easy as they arrived at his grandfather's house and she composed herself before she unbuckled him and took him inside. 

"Hey killer." David ruffled Donny's hair and kissed Jazz's cheek. He noticed something behind her eyes. 

"Hey Dad. I'll be by to pick him up tonight if you don't feel like having him sleepover." 

"Now you know tonight is our boys night in. Connors suppose to come over after work. Hopefully, he doesn't get held up at the office. I worry about how much time he spends there." 

Jazz heart sank. He did spend a lot of nights at the office. She was starting to venture into thoughts that she knew would only further destroy her. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 04



"Yeah, you know Connor..." She knew she had to keep it together. She never thought anything negative about her father -in- law but he was Connor's father. She wasn't sure if she could trust him either. 

"Are you sure your okay? You know you can talk to me about anything right?" David took Donny away from Jazz's hand and looked her in the eyes. 

"I know Dad, but I'm just a little tired to be honest. I'm fine. You boys be good. I'm watching you." She tickled Donny and gave him a kiss goodbye. She turned her back and walked out the house. As soon as she backed out of the driveway, she broke down in tears. 

* 

RAIN SAT DOWN AT A PARK BENCH a few minutes away from a street bar. She had got a text from Jazz asking her did she want to meet up. The way that she was feeling she could use a friend. 

She left one button open on her beige button down coat. She wanted to feel the slight breeze as it swept her raven black hair from the middle of her back and whipped it around her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep brown as they grew darker when her spirit was weary. 

To the passing eye she was stunning. Long slender legs crossed in dark blue jeans with her feet adorned by black high heel boots. Her look was classic with no make up, no jewelry, just skin, and just Rain. 

"Is there room for two?" Rain gave Jazz a tight lipped smile. 

"There is room for you my dear." Rain patted the seat next to her. 

"Thank you for showing up, I just didn't know who else to talk to." Jazz looked down at her hands as she locked and unlocked her fingers in anxiousness. 

Rain observed the salt of dried tears on her cheek and the red rims around her eyes. Jazz was a good woman and Rain felt a fire of anger arise in her belly. She was very protective of those she cared about. 

"You were an ear for me and hold my deepest secrets. I could never repay you. I'm here." Rain placed a hand on Jazz shoulders and she turned and sobbed into Rain. She sobbed so hard that they both shook as the heaviness of what she felt unfolded. 

"Connor run's an instruction company." Jazz sat up and wiped her nose with the sleeve of a gray hoody. "I went in today to surprise him. I walked in and there was some blonde bitch in his lap." Jazz couldn't even look Rain in the eye as she said it and looked straight forward. 

Rain was flabbergasted. She decided to sit in silence and let her get it out. 

"He tells me it's not what it looks like. Oh, it's not what it looks like? That's the best he can do? How could he do this to me?" Jazz nearly broke down again but she sniffled and held it in. 

"Did you talk to him afterward? Did he explain himself any further than-" 

"Explain what? The proof was in the jello-or shit the pudding. She was in his lap!" Rain ran a soothing hand down her back and tried to be reasonable. Even a fool could see that he was head over heels in love with Jazz. His read and his aura said he would do nothing to harm Jazz and Donny. 

"I know it hurts but I'm not sure it's what you think Jazz. Either way you deserve the whole truth and some clear answers. Jazz you have to talk to him. He's your husband and you know him. Do you honestly think he's been cheating on you?" 

"Honestly, no but I can't ignore what I saw. Rain if-" 

"Oh hell no, who ass am I beating today honey chile." James came charging forward and Rain smiled he was unlike any aura she had felt before. He was so full of life, energy, and a lot of love. 

Rain moved over and let him take his place beside Jazz and wrap her into his arms. Rain raised an eyebrow. He was quite a well kept man. She finally got a glimpse of him close up. His physique was tall, strong, and he had beautiful chocolate skin. His eyes were dark, almond shaped, and deep. 

Rain watched as she relayed the story to James. 

"Whew! Girl no, you see me clutching my pearls. Not Connor! Now his cooking may taste like kibbles and bits but I don't think he's a dog." James said and Rain tried to hold back laughter. 

"James this is serious!" Jazz couldn't help but give a chuckle though. 

"I know baby. We could all beat his ass...or her ass..burn the building down. You choose." She gave him the look and he laughed and sighed. "I'm through playing but I'm with Rain. You need to speak with cha' man honey." 

"I'm so angry and hurt right now." Jazz turned to both of her friends. 

"We know, but it's the only way to the real truth." Rain grabbed one hand and James the other. 

"Your right, you both are right. That's why I needed both of you. I feel like you know me." 

"Of course we do. Honey I'm all in your head girl and this one as well. Don't think cause you new that you gone get by me. What's going on with you?" James said and they both turned towards Rain. 

"Who me? I-" 

"Who is for owls honey. Now spill the tea. I can see it all in your eyes. What's going on? Jazz told me you never really had friends so I know-" 

"James!" Jazz hit him on the arm and Rain laughed. 

"It's fine. He's right. No one has ever showed concern for me. Not my family. No one but you guys and Marcello." James looked at Jazz then back at Rain. 

"Mm, so that's what this is about. Well we're your friends now and we got cha' back. Talk to us." 

"We got into a fight about my past. There's this guy that I use to be in love with...his name is Jessie. He recently came back in my life because he wants something of mine that he feels belongs to him." 

"Jessie came back?" Jazz gripped Rain's hand tighter. 

"Yes, and he confronted me and Marcello. He pretended he was my family. I went along with it cause I was scared of what he was capable of. He knows my..secret. He threatened to tell Marcello if I don't give him what he wants." Rain felt tears wielding in her own eyes. 

"Rain we're here. We can help you. Marcello and Connor can help you. They helped me." Jazz looked at James both of them remembering that terrible time when Jazz was being hunted. 

"This is different. My mother is involved as well. I know how evil she can be. Marcello knows I'm hiding things but I'm just trying to protect him. Now he's given me two days to leave his home." Rain let the tears fall. She didn't want to admit it but she was falling in love with him. 

"Girl don't listen to Marcello. Do you think anybody listens to him? He is not scary and he is soft on you, which is why he is acting like this. Even though he's wrong for telling you to go, you owe it to him to be straight up." 

"James is right Rain. You need to tell him the truth." 

"I know but it's difficult." Rain confessed. 

"You told us and you can tell him. Marcello is a good guy and he cares about you. He will listen." Jazz told her gripping her hand the way she had gripped Jazz's when offering her support. 

"I think that is what scares me. That he really does care but will he once he learns of the whole truth. 

Will he accept all of me?" James tucked a piece of her hair out of her face and wiped her tears. 

"We do and so will he. If not, we'll beat his ass too." James said and they all laughed. 

Rain's smile died as a stranger walked past and dropped a letter on her lap. They all looked around and watched as Jessie sat across the street in his truck. He tipped his cowboy hat and then screeched off. He was following her now? 

Rain rubbed her hand over her face and opened the letter as Jazz and James put comforting hands on her shoulder. She opened the letter and unfolded the white sheet. 

Rain 

This is just another reminder that you can't get away from me. You only have a short amount of time to give in before we do something unthinkable. I know all about your little soldier. I also know about his family and how they all died. You know what? I also know something that neither one of you know. You have two options...give me what I want...or I'll take it but you and Marcello will go through hell first. 

Love, 

Jessie 

"He's sick!" Rain got up and balled up the letter angrily. How did he know all of that? Her mother had to be involved. This couldn't be happening. 

"People like him always are. Rain you need to warn Marcello. You need to let us help you." Jazz pleaded as she stood to face her. 

"No, this is my fight. I have to go away Jazz to protect-" 

"Protect who? Rain if you run now you'll always be running. Trust me the only way to do this is to face it head on, and you don't have to do it alone." Jazz pleaded with her. 

"We won't let you do it alone. He don't know me like that. You can come to my place tonight. Jazz too. You tell us everything you know and then we talk to Connor and Marcello." James was telling not asking. 

"As much as I can't stand him right now James is right. We need Connor. He can help and so can Marcello. The masquerade military ball is tomorrow. You should go. We both should. You to show your support cause he'll need it. Then you can tell him the truth." Jazz assured her. 

"Thank you." Rain looked at both of her new friends and they both embraced her. They were right. It was time for her to stop running. She had been doing that since she was 17. It was time to face the past. If she did then maybe should could finally be free.



Fire and Rain Ch. 05



I am so sorry as always. I had some pretty rough reviews so I almost decided not to continue the story. However, I wanted to know how this would play out. Some people don't like the drama...but the plot thickens and I couldn't help it...enjoy...or don't...Fire and Rain chapter 5! Ps. There are some loose ends I needed to tie so that's why we'll see some old characters soon. 

***** 

Jazz walked down the avenue with Rain her partner in crime. Both of them were dressed fashionably. Their shades covered observant eyes. Jazz held Donny expertly in one arm. The plan was to do some shopping for the fancy banquet. The banquet was an opportunity for both women to gain some truth. 

The banquet was a event meant to honor those in service. Jazz, even though she was mad at Connor and they hadn't spoke, was proud of Connor. Despite their differences, she would be a good wife and continue to support him until they had a chance to talk. 

She was nervous and anxious to hear what he had to say for himself. For days all she could replay is that blonde in his lap. She knew she was tormenting herself, but she couldn't help it. She loved Connor, and the nights he slept at his father's house she had missed him. 

Rain had her worries as well. She was afraid that once she told Marcello that he would become angry with her. She didn't want him to think that she was a liar. Regardless, she knew the truth is what he deserved. She was finally coming to terms with the fact that she loved him. She could only hope that he would welcome her in and not turn her away as that was what she most feared. 

"Mommy!" Donny took both of their attention as he tugged on Jazz's shirt. She could tell he was getting cranky because he was hungry. The poor baby Jazz thought. They had been looking for dresses all day to no avail. 

She sighed at him. He had his daddies face and his translucent jade green eyes. Donny always looked as if he was up to something. Connor and Donny both had a mischievous glare. Yet with the golden locks they manage to look like angels. She knew better. 

"Don't worry, we'll get some food soon. " She promised. She watched him smile with joy and then frown as Jazz caught the attention of other men. She was starting to think him getting aggressive when strange men appeared was Connors doing. 

She just wanted him to have her love for piano. Each chance she got she would sit with him at the piano and let him strike the keys playfully. The sounds mixed with his laughter was the most beautiful music to her ears. 

"You hungry handsome?" Rain cooed over him as well. She looked at how beautiful they looked together as mother and son. Rain had never thought about having a family of her own. 

She was afraid. Her worst fear was turning out to be just like her mother. She looked in the mirror daily wishing that she wouldn't see any trace of that woman. How could she be a mother to a child? She never had a mother herself. She jolted in surprise when Donny jumped in her arms and started to run his hands through her hair. 

"Oh, you want to go with Auntie Rain huh? Good my arms are tired." Jazz laughed as worry creased Rains brows. 

"Sitting with a baby is one thing, walking with one is another." Rain said and Jazz laughed. 

"He looks quite comfortable. Look at that maternal instinct taking over. Is there something I should know?" Jazz quirked her eyebrows up and it was Rains turn to laugh. 

"No! Absolutely not. I have no plans on being with child." Jazz smirked as she spoke her peace and at the same time snuggled Donny closer. Jazz was surprised when he looked so calm and at peace with her. He was damn near falling sleep. 

"I don't know Rain. Say what you want but Donny is looking mighty cozy over there." 

"Mm, well look on then cause I am Auntie Rain as you say but I am no mother." She sighed. A little nudge inside her wanted to be but the fear kept her from wishing and wanting. 

"Don't worry I know how to get him up. How about food and then we go see Granpa Dave!" 

"Granpa! Granpa!" He started bouncing in Rain's arms. He loved Mommy and Daddy but he needed grandfather time as well. 

"Your going to stay the night with Granpa again!" She promised and watched him light up. He loved David. They had a sweet bond. "See I told ya!" She nudged Rain. "Now that's power." She whispered to Rain and she laughed. 

She was always reminded why she loved being with Jazz. Jazz was her silver lining through all the craziness. Rain had finally found a place where she belonged. She trusted and felt safe with Jazz and a part of her knew she could trust the rest of them too. 

She had never known anything like the friendship and love she had surrounding her. Oddly her powers and senses had grown stronger because of it. 

"Mm, more like bribery." Rain teased. 

"Oh my god! Rain look!" Jazz went to the window and gazed in immediate adoration at the dresses on the show case. There were two dresses the same design. One long sleeve that would cover the right arm but the left was completely exposed. In the reflection it showed in the back was a dip that hung low. 

The dress curved at the waist leaving the whole back bare and exposed. One dress was gold and shiny. Jazz knew it would be the best color against her caramel skin and the other a sparkling white which she felt would be perfect for Rain. 

"We have to have- no scratch that we HAVE to have those dresses!" Rain exclaimed she was as glued to window as Jazz was as she hefted Donny tighter on her hips. Food would have to wait. 

They hauled into the store and when they tried on the dresses it molded to both of them like second skin, and when the women in the store including the sales clerk burn holes into their bare backs they slapped hands and told her to ring them up. They bought matching pumps for their dresses as well. They purchased some white and gold open toe shoes that went perfectly with each gown. 

"Think Marcello will be happy?" Rain smirked a bag in one hand and Donny in the other. 

"Happy aint' the word baby." Rain smiled seductively and they both slapped hands again and snapped. 

After completing their shopping rendezvous they finally got down to the grub. Donny ate like it was his last meal and was extra messy. Too tired to scold Jazz let him be. 

"You know shopping should be a sport." Rain sunk in her chair as Jazz did after finishing off their double cheese burgers and chili cheese fries. 

"Yes it should, but it helps keep the weight down. I keep forgetting I'm not eating for two anymore." Jazz moaned holding her stomach. 

"Please! Donny's is almost two years old now give it up" Rain snorted teasingly. 

"Whatever, why don't you make yourself useful and learn how to heal cellulite. Maybe then I might consider keeping you around." Jazz stuck out her tongue at what was becoming her newest best friend. 

"If I saw any I would. Your too hard on yourself. You've been able to snap right back." Rain eyed her with jealous loving eyes. She would hope to look half as good as Jazz did after a baby. 

"Okay, I snapped back like jello with a little jiggle." Jazz snorted. 

"Nobody's complaining." Rain poked her hating how down she was as of late. 

"I hated that my mind went to that place, but I started to think that maybe that was the reason Connor-" 

"Jazz you can't really believe that. You are beautiful and I'm sure there is an explanation for all of this. Connors energy with you is so...pure. I'm telling you I picked up nothing." Rain grabbed Jazz's hand to offer support. 

"I don't know either. I mean regardless of our work and Donny we still manage to keep a healthy sex life. We make time to go on dates and we talk about everything. I didn't think we had any serious issues. I thought we were happy." She teared up. She was emotional like that as of late. 

"Jazz talk to him first. Then we will go from there. I'm here for you and Donny every step of the way." 

"I'm glad you're here. If it is what I think it is then you'll be healing my broken heart next." Rain sighed and wrapped her arms around Jazz. She was hoping that her instincts were right and it was just a misunderstanding. 

* 

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Marcelo scolded him as they were leaving the building and shutting down the office for the day. Most of the employees would be at the banquette. Connor wanted to give back so he hired mostly veterans. 

Connor decided it would be good to shut down early for the day to give everyone time to get ready. Marcelo was there to pick him up. He forgot how nervous he was after Connor told him what happened the other day. He thought he was going through hell. 

Rain had barely been speaking to him and was sleeping at Jazz's place until she "left." He was surprised when she told him she would be at the banquet. Then Jazz got on the phone and informed him she would be his date even though he was being a "dick." 

He didn't know what had been going on with Jazz and Rain but they had become like glue. He couldn't lie that he was happy that she was sticking around. He knew they needed to talk. He finally needed to get the truth from her. 

"She just hopped in my lap! I panicked and then Jazz walks in. She turns white as a sheet. She's looking at me as if she didn't even know me. I tried to explain and then Donny walks in all smiles. We didn't want to fight in front of him. She took off with him and hasn't really spoken to me since. I've been sleeping over at Dad's place." 

Connor wanted to punch something. He had Jessica fired the moment Jazz left. He wanted to kill her or least ring her skinny neck. He was in deep shit because of her. 

"I told you man. I told you to fire her but do you listen, no. You're lucky she didn't throw your shit in the fireplace and attach an explosive to the car. If I didn't know your innocence I would help her." Marcelo felt bad for Jazz. She was a good woman and loved Connor. She didn't deserve this. He loved his friend but he should have handled it better. 

"What kind of friend are you?" Connor's jaw tensed as he thought of the look on Jazz's face. "I hurt her. I know I should have paid more attention. What if she leaves me? What if she-" He pressed a hand to his chest and rubbed. The thought of her leaving him and taking Donny made his heart ache. 

He was starting to get a burning sensation in his chest and it made his throat dry with a bitter taste in his mouth. 

"Tonight, you can make it right tonight." Marcelo put a supportive hand on Connor's shoulder. "I can talk to her too. She has to know that you would never do something like this to her." 

"I'm not so sure man. It didn't look good. If I saw her in the same predicament-" 

"Everyone in the room would be dead including her and then you would blow the building to pieces." At least that's how he felt when he thought of Rain being with another man. He was starting to realize he didn't want to lose her. 

"Yeah your right. I need to make this right. I miss her man." Connors head began to pound and he rubbed his temples. He was in a heap of trouble and didn't know what to do. What could he say to make her believe him? How could she believe he would do something like that to her? Didn't she know he would go through hell and back before he dared do something that would cost him his family? 

The thought that she might not believe him turned from sadness to anger. Why did this happen to him? How could he be so stupid? 

"You will make things right. You can't lose your family over some evil bimbo. Even though, I tired to tell you-" 

"I know! Damn Marcelo I know. I'm beating myself up mentally." 

"Yeah, well you need to prepare for a physical ass whooping. Jazz just might whack you a good time." Connor tore through him with a dark gaze 

"I don't need your antics right now-" 

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just as mad as you but in the end you have to take responsibility that it is your fault." Connor looked ready to fight so Marcelo added on "Kind a sorta" 

"How? When I can't even talk to her. She's replaced me with your house keeper!" 

"Housekeeper? Don't get crazy with your mouth because-" 

" Wait, shit I'm sorry. I'm losing my mind! I can't imagine my life without Jazz, but I'm afraid she won't believe me." 

"Like I said," Marcelo continued calmer now, "its kinda sorta your fault. You're not dumb Connor. You should be able to sense when a woman has a keen interest in you. You handled it horribly. Accept it. You were prey she was a predator." 

"I guess your right. She said how beautiful Jazz was and Donny. She asked about them. She-" 

"was playing you. She wanted you and she didn't give a damn about your wife and Donny. She disrespected Jazz. She intruded onto territory that she had no right to intrude on. If you would have listened to your instincts, which once made you a killing machine, I would imagine it would have served you well enough." 

"True." Connor admitted. 

"Damn right. She would have never breach the perimeter and you could have rolled off the chair and kicked her chest in." Marcelo snorted and Connor now rubbed the tension that had now found its way to his neck. 

"Your right. I was stupid and I have to deal with what I created." He agreed as they got into the limo that would be taking them to the affair. They were going to Connor's house first where his limo was waiting. He was an honorary guest so him and Jazz got special treatment. 

"See that's the first step. The plan is to tell Jazz it is your fault." 

"I thought I was trying to convince her not to kick my ass out?" 

"Yes but making excuses isn't going to help the situation." 

"I didn't think she was going to walk in the office." 

"Okay we definitely don't want to say that." Marcelo warned. 

"What if I tell her that it would be stupid to cheat with someone not better looking than her?" Connor rationalized and Marcelo slapped a big hand on his face almost covering it entirely. 

"Should I help you pack?" 

"Okay! Damn I'm rusty. My mind is like egg yolk right now. I'm scared shitless. What if she doesn't come?" 

"Oh she will, because funding for her program is involved." 

"What about me?" 

"Right now you don't mean shit" Marcelo couldn't hide his snicker. "Okay, okay I quit. There is nothing funny about this." The amusement didn't leave his eyes 

"I'm through with you." 

"She'll be calm and composed tonight. I would try to talk to her at home or in the limo ride." 

"Will she ride with me oh great one and mighty know it all" Connor exaggerated. 

"Yeah she will. She's your wife. She's a great wife and even in her anger she'll stand by you. That's how Jazz is." 

"You just think you have it all figured out. You could be wrong." Connor sneered as they pulled up to the house and hopped out. 

"Wanna bet." 

* 

"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?" Rain probed as she finished putting Jazz's lightly coiled curls in and they bounded at her shoulders in a light brown and dark brown silky combination. 

"Yes, I'm his wife so I'll be by his side tonight. I'll be fine." Jazz said brushing down Rain's hair as it hung in the lower part of her bare back in a sinful black mane. She had put subtle crimps at the top and it waved down beautifully like a waterfall. 

They both did each others makeup with a light hand. Jazz's accented on her lush mouth painted a sultry coffee brown with a layer of strawberry gloss. Her hazel doe eyes spoke for themselves and not much gold eye shadow was added to them. 

For the deep brown golden rim eyes Rain possessed Jazz used earth tones and went light on the eye liner at the bottom of her eyes. They extended their full lashes and added a small amount of foundation. They both stepped into their shoes and surveyed themselves. 

"Well, well, we don't look half bad." Rain Squealed. She loved the way it hugged her body. The dress accentuated her full breast and comfortably squeezed her curvy hips. She enjoyed the small slit that elongated her legs. 

The dress was white and shimmered with sparkles and just as Jazz thought it played well against her golden skin and her high cheekbones. Jazz played the blush to a tee to compliment them. 

"No we don't and you look gorgeous and breathtaking. Damn you get all the boobs and hips." 

"You got all the ass and legs plus a small waist." Rain teased and they laughed. She couldn't deny that her ass looked great in the dress. It snagged it just right. It look firm and edible. She loved the dip in the back baring her smooth caramel skin. 

The gold shimmered and made her feel like a beautiful mermaid as it fell to her ankle but provided a small slit. Her shapely thigh was exposed. She felt good all over and then sad. If it were another day she would have not had to catch herself as she was excited to show Connor the dress. 

Now as she looked at her blushed plum cheeks and bouncing curls she sighed. 

"You don't believe Connor would cheat on you." Her and Rain were linked and she sensed her emotional stress. 

" I don't know what to believe Rain. I just don't know. If he is I'll have to leave. I couldn't forgive him, I just couldn't." She started to cry but held back tears. "I'm a wreck." She said clenching her fist. Rain held her close and comforted her. 

"Jazz I'm still not convinced that it's all what you think." Rain's eyes pleaded with Jazz. She was rooting for Connor to step up and explain himself. Rain could sense Jazz's resolute attitude. She was so close to being done. 

"Why is everyone on his side? What about what I saw?" Jazz's eyes narrowed and tilted her chin up stubbornness. 

"I know Jazz but you never had a chance to talk to him and-" 

"Please Rain, I think after tonight I need time to clear my head." Jazz shook her head not knowing how she was going to make it through tonight. It had been a while since her and Connor had been in close proximity. She could almost picture his translucent green eyes. They always looked at her with longing when she picked and dropped Donnny off at Davids. 

She would always leave before he could speak to her. She knew he was giving her the space she wanted. A small part of her wished he wouldn't. A small part of her wanted him to run after her and explain. She wanted to hear something from him even if she thought they were lies. 

"What are you gonna do?" Rain grabbed her arm as worry creased her neatly done brows. 

"I'm leaving tonight-" She said before Rain could interject "I'm just going to my parents house down south for a few days. I'm taking Donny with me. We could both use it." 

"Okay well you'll tell Connor tonight." Rain looked at Jazz and then frowned seeing the wheels turning. "Jazz you can't just leave with his son and-" 

"I know! I'll tell him once we get there. I don't want him to leave work and try to follow us." 

"And you really think Connor will let you leave with things between you like this?" Rain's eyes lit with amusement that Jazz didn't like. 

"He doesn't own me." Jazz snapped her manicured fingers causing a bigger grin to spread across Rain's face. They both knew Connor wouldn't let it go that easy. 

"You know what I won't say anything but just talk to him first." Rain said as she knew Jazz's mind was made up. She thought maybe this was a good thing. She thought that it could be the spark to finally light a fire under Connor to make things right. 

"Thank you." Jazz breathed a sigh of relief that Rain would hold her plans. "Lets go." They both let out a breath and started walking down the spiral stairs of the house. Both of the men were talking and they went completely and utterly silent when they saw their women. 

* 

Marcello thought that after a near death experience that there was nothing else that could take his breath away, but Rain had proved him wrong. The dress clung to her in a way that should be a sin. Her body looked like cool glass of milk. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 05



She turned around and when he saw the way her hair swung in the small and intimate dip in her back he growled. This was the purest form of torture. Her ample breast pressed against the top of the horizontal slant as one elegant arm was exposed and he wanted to taste the expose skin. 

His eyes went dark and his groin tightened. He wanted to lift her over his shoulder and take her back upstairs and tear that damn dress off of her. He was worried he would have to fuck someone up tonight with her looking like this. Her eyes were smoky and accentuated well and as always her lips were bare-coated over with a little gloss. She needed no lipstick. He like her lips the way he would have liked her right now, naked. 

"Marcello." She said his name and brought his attention from her gorgeous lips to her beautiful face. "Are you ready?" She asked and the question fell on death ears. He was mesmerized. "Marcello." She spoke a little louder and snapped his attention. 

"Forgive me, you look beyond any man's wildest dreams tonight Rain. You look stunning." Marcello didn't care about the tension between them. He couldn't let another second go by without letting her how gorgeous she looked. 

"Thank you, you don't look to bad yourself." As soon as it left her lips she knew it was an understatement. The suit was blessed to grace Marcello's beautiful frame. In his rebellious spirit unlike Connor he had ditched the suit jacket. Instead only a black vest and tie graced his frame. 

The slacks hung on his waist with ease. As he extended his hand to help her off the last few steps his thigh muscles moved against the fabric. Her eyes fell to his groin area. Heat rose to her cheeks as she looked up and his eyes had been following her gaze. 

Rain broke the spell by turning her eyes to Jazz. Her and Connor were still in the middle of their stare down. She looked at Marcello and he nodded towards the door. They knew the couple needed their privacy. Rain and Jazz exchanged looks. They both knew it was going to be a long night. 

* 

Connor didn't even notice that Marcello and Rain left as his gaze lingered on Jazz and how beautiful she looked. His Jaw tightened at the sight of her. Her caramel skin illuminated against the gold and her big doe eyes were captivating. 

The lush mouth he had come to adore was all painted up in temptation. Her beautiful shoulder was exposed and her slender neck had curls loosely swaying around it in a way so sensual he had the urge to pull at his pants. He was sure all the blood had headed south. 

He was getting hard at the sight of her. It was driving him mad that he knew what was under all that material that clung to her like second skin. When she stepped down further and the dress shifted exposing her thigh he wanted to drop to his knees. 

What cruel creature had designed this dress? He thought the devil himself surely he had. He tried to grab her arm, but she rushed passed him quickly before he could get out a word. He cursed himself. He should have told her how beautiful she looked. He should have told her how many nights he had lost sleep over not being next to her. Instead he stood there mouth agape like an idiot. 

He had had been struck speechless by her beauty. 

Jazz had raced for the car. The way he had looked at her had made her knees shake. He always looked at her in a way that sent her heart swirling and her thoughts scrambling. She was angry with herself that she felt wetness in between her legs at the sight of him. 

Damn that man for looking down right gorgeous in a tuxedo. It seemed the suit had been tailored for his strong shoulders and narrow waist. His hair was tousled as always reckless. His black hair was sun streaked as if deliberately the dark copper streaks were placed. His bedroom eyes bore over her body and she had braced the banister. 

As she suspected those jade green beauties always looked captivating, and he wasn't exactly clean shaven. A sexy stubble remained on his sculpted jaw and hollow cheeks. Any other night she would have cooed over him but now the feelings she felt made her feel weak and foolish. 

She got into the limo and moved as far away as possible as Connor slid into the limo and nodded to the driver and he took off. The black shield pulled up separating them and giving them privacy. 

"Jazz, baby you look downright gorgeous and just amazing tonight." He reached for her hand and she scooted further away. There was a pain that course through him and swam in his eyes. She was his wife and she was turning away from him. He knew he had brought this on himself. 

It was his time to finally try to explain. He just hoped she would listen. 

"I didn't even get a chance to explain Jazz. It wasn't what it looked like. You have to trust me. I didn't know she was going to jump in my lap and I tried to get her off of me." Connor slowly attempted to close the distance between them. Jazz moved further away. 

"I'm sure a man of your size would have a problem brushing a stick off your lap." Her voice was dry and cut right into him. She had never spoken to him with such disdain in her voice. 

"Jazz I was caught off guard and then as soon as she got in my lap you walked in. I froze and I knew how it looked. I saw how hurt you were and I see how hurt you are." He was tired of her scooting away. He grabbed her shoulders as he closed the distance between them. 

"Do you?" She finally turned her eyes on him and when he saw the water in them he hung his head in shame. "Do you understand how many times I replay that moment of you and her? Wondering how many times you told me you were working late when really you were with her. How could you do this? Do me and Donny mean nothing to you? Aren't we enough?" 

"Baby your more than enough! Jazz I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have or hurt our family. I've been replaying that day as well and I wish I would have handled it better. I was careless and it's cost me your trust. Jazz I've spent so much time earning that and I wouldn't jeopardize it for a fling. I love you and I love Donny. I want to come back home Jazz." There was a tone of desperation in his eyes and in his voice. 

Jazz couldn't bare it as his voice went hoarse at his last sentence. Was he holding back tears? Jazz had never seen him break down since that night in the hotel and that seemed long ago. It was rare he was so vulnerable with her. Connor always felt it was his role to hold everything together. He would never want to put too much stress on his family. 

Jazz felt her heart sink as she searched his eyes. She saw no deception but she couldn't be sure. She knew that Connor was once one of the best in the military. She knew he had been trained to manipulate so well that he could remain leveled. So leveled that he could pass a lie-detector if necessary. 

However, he seemed just as hurt as she was. She wanted to believe him. She wanted him back home and Donny was starting to question why daddy wasn't coming home with them. Her heart sank every time she had no coherent answer to give him. 

"I think we need to separate." As soon as the words left her lips she regretted it. The look in Connors face was like she had shot him. She finally let go of a breath she was holding as he dropped his hands from her shoulder. Jazz expected him to say something more but he didn't. 

Connor sat completely still letting her words sink in. He didn't believe that she was serious. She couldn't be. He told himself that she was probably speaking out of anger. This was their first time talking about it since the incident. He would give her some more time. He looked at her profile. She was so beautiful. His gaze fell to the curves of her breast then her exposed thigh. She was coming home with tonight and they were going to fix this. 

The car stopped after the twenty minutes of silence and she walked in with a fake smile plastered on her face at Connors side. They ran into many of his former associates and she smiled shyly as they complimented her. 

She hated being this close to him. The smell of his familiar cologne was not helping her defenses. His arm stayed loose around her waist. When she attempted to move he would tighten his grip ever so slightly. She would make eye contact and his eyes would challenge her to move. She chose not to test him. 

"How'd you snag a gorgeous woman like this? A model are you?" One random man of another rank questioned and she shook her head. 

"No, far from it but thank you. I'm a pianist and I tutor kids as well." She smiled proudly thinking of her little pianist. 

"Well you have beautiful hands." He brought her hand to his lips and Connor shot him a look and he abruptly let go. His masculinity was hard to ignore. She missed his protectiveness. 

She felt a sting of it as well. He looked sinfully handsome and the fact that a lot of women in the room showed no shame in glancing at his firm bottom did nothing to appease her. She knew he was observing her all night trying to find a time to talk to her again. 

So far she had managed in avoiding him. She knew his heated stare was gazing down her backside and she had the urge to turn around and return his lustful stare but she controlled herself. The events of the office replayed in her mind making her stomach sick. 

"I'm going over to the bar to get a drink. Do you want anything Connor?" She smiled politely. He looked at her through slanted eyes. He knew she was trying to take an opportunity to leave his grasp. He knew he was being a bit too clingy but he needed a chance to speak with her again. 

At the risk of looking too possessive he reluctantly let her go. 

"No baby I'm fine. Don't go too far." He took the opportunity to kiss her passionately on the mouth and was satisfied when she shivered under his touch. He released her and he gave her a look that said they were gonna talk sooner or later. 

* 

Rain and Marcello finally arrived. They would have arrived sooner if it wasn't for some car trouble. The inexperienced and new driver had no clue what to do. Even though he didn't want her to, she accompanied him outside the vehicle. Her breath hitched as he rolled up his sleeves and bent down to change the flat tire. 

This man could be cleaning a toilet and still look incredibly sexy. She was surprised about how Marcello had made small talk with her. He even told her how beautiful she was again in the middle of their conversation. They both were dancing around some serious issues. 

For now, she was glad for the excuse to avoid the topic. That was until he finished with the tire and then pinned her against the car before letting her back inside. He whispered in her ear that she had some explaining to do. He also cursed her for teasing him with the dress. She couldn't suppress the shiver as his lips hovered over hers but there was no kiss. 

As quickly as the fire was ignited, it was doused as he moved from her and opened the door beckoning her back inside. She was left sexually frustrated and to his amusement gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the ride. 

Once they were inside she made a beeline for Jazz who she saw in deep thought leaning against the bar. 

"Hey beautiful, you come here often." Rain whispered in her ear playfully causing her to jump. Rain's playful glint was met with daggers from Jazz. 

"You are hilarious." Jazz said dryly but Rain noticed the corners of her mouth were slightly turned up. "I've never seen someone try so hard to be so miserable." Rain stole the martini from her hand as Jazz turned to protest but it was too late as the glass was already touching her lips. 

"There's a first for everything." Jazz said now leaning her back against the bar as she followed Rain's gaze. It fell on Marcello and Connor. Although, Jazz was sure it was specifically geared towards the pale woman with the pixie cut who was laughing with her hand on his shoulder. Jazz watched as Rain threw the entire glass to the back of her throat. 

"Yep there is." Jazz watched as Marcello caught her gaze and she quickly turned her back to him. "Another one please." She requested and Jazz turned to her. It was her turn to be amused. 

"Is somebody jealous? Rain you hardly have anything to worry about. He hasn't stopped looking at you by the way. I think he's enjoying this view even better." Jazz quirked and received a chuckle from Rain. 

"That man is so frustrating. He spends the whole ride here making small talk, small and intimate touches, pins me against a car a breath away from a kiss and then nothing. We spend the rest of the car ride in silence. After, he shows me a hint of his macho by changing the tire on the limo." Rain relayed the details to Jazz and she laughed. He was something else. 

"I think he just wants to see you sweat and it's working I see. You need to take charge and talk to him." Jazz suggested and Rain snorted. The second drink had her feeling tingly. 

"Says who? Jazz Connor practically explained what happened and begged to come back home. I believe him by the way. The way you described it seemed as if he was caught off guard by you and her. If he was really messing with this woman why would he leave the door unlocked? Why during the day when everyone is in the office roaming around? It doesn't make sense." 

Jazz pouted as she had told Rain the story after Rain told hers. She knew what Rain said held some truth. She slipped the third drink from her hand and sipped. 

"I don't know Rain, but his eyes were so hurt when I mentioned the separation. His words were sincere. Technically, I didn't see him "cheating." Also, the bimbo failed to make any accusations. From what sources tell me at Connors job he fired her for assault. He wouldn't do that just to save face." 

Jazz knew Connor and knew he was more honorable than that. At least that's what she wanted to believe. 

"Jazz you know he wouldn't." Rain pleaded and Jazz laughed as Rain reached for the glass back and Jazz denied her. She knew Rain didn't drink much and didn't want her too intoxicated to talk to Marcello. 

"Your right. I'm going to talk to him." Jazz searched the room for her husband. All she saw was ballroom gowns, suits, and waiters serving drinks. For the first time she notice the beautiful chandeliers, mural painted walls, and a striking glass piano. However, Connor was nowhere to be found. 

She looked to the back of the room and saw two glass doors. She thought she saw the back of Connors head briefly and then it disappeared. She had to go check it out. She needed to speak with him and apologize for how foolish she had been. 

* 

Connor pushed Jessica into a wall. He wanted to know what the hell she was doing here. He had felt eyes on him all night. However, they weren't the beautiful daggers he had become accustomed to from Jazz. He caught her trying to weave through the crowd and remain unseen. She had a camera around her neck and name tag indicating she was the press. 

He knew something wasn't right. He grabbed her elbow and she gasped in surprised. He threatened her under his breath and led her to the back room as he saw her snapping pictures of Rain and Jazz. He tried to warn Marcello but he had already left to the bathroom once he made his discovery. He flicked through her camera and got more angry the more pictures he saw of all of them. She had been snapping pictures of Marcello, Jazz, Rain, and him all night. 

"What the hell is this?" He threw the camera back at her and she was silent. A faux fear was in her eyes. Connor knew better. He knew how manipulative she was. 

"Connor after you fire me I went to a temp agency and got this gig. I am doing my job and I would like to continue doing so. If you would be so kind-" She attempted to brush passed him and he pulled her back. 

"This is fake!" He ripped the fake Id off her neck and she winced as if he was going to strike her. He took her purse and ignored her protest as he looked in her wallet and found multiple Ids. They had multiples names. Who the hell was she? How did she fly under the radar at his company? He held up the Id's. "Start talking." He told her. 

She cursed him under her breath. She knew she had been too careless. She was suppose to snap a few photos and get lost. She had lingered. She had made a mistake. Her pen mother would be disappointed. 

"Connor you have no idea what's coming. You thought it was over. You thought you could ruin her life and it would be over?" Jessica questioned and Connor's brows burrowed in confusion before something dawned on him. 

"Do you know Ellen?" He pressed her against the wall as his blood ran cold and then chilled as a smile touched her lips. 

* 

Jazz had finally made her way to the door and then looked inside and froze. She saw Connor pressing that same blond bimbo against the wall aggressively. She was smiling as if she liked it. Jazz had seen enough. She turned away as tears burned her eyes. She was a fool to believe him. Here she was ready to apologize and she was right about him all along. 

The Connor she fell in love with that would do anything to protect her was gone now. Somehow along the way he had changed. She saw Marcello with a hand at the back of Rain's neck as they spoke intently. She couldn't interrupt them. She needed to go. 

She ran outside and quickly pulled a cab. She called David. 

"Jazz is everything okay?" David knew they should still be at the ball right now. 

"How Donny?" She sniffled avoiding his question. 

"He's sleep. Jazz what's going on?" David grew more concerned with the shakiness in her voice. Jazz cursed under her breath. She couldn't wake Donny up with this mess. She needed time. 

"David I need a favor. I need to keep Donny for a few days. I'll be back but I need you to just make sure he's fine. I know Connor will too...but I'm asking you-" 

"Jazz he'll be fine just tell me what's wrong? Are you and Connor okay?" 

"No, no David we are not okay. He brought his fucking mistress to the ball and I am leaving him!" Emotion poured from her and she calmed down as the cab driver looked back at her and stopped the car. 

"Jazz what mistress? Connor never-" She hung up. She was tired of everyone making excuses for him. She looked up at the cab driver and wiped her tears. 

"To the airport please." She looked at him with somber eyes and he hesitantly started the car and obeyed her orders. 

* 

"Your coming home." Marcello breathed in her ear. She had waltzed on the floor right into the arms of someone else. Marcello chuckled as she thought he would stand there while another man wrapped his arms around her. He quickly cut in as the mans hands started to roam. 

He placed his hand at the back of her neck and told her they were leaving. She stared at him intently. He could tell she was a little tipsy and that amused him. His grip had sobered her up fairly quickly. 

Marcello caught a glimpsed of Connors head in the back room and remembered seeing Jazz headed that way after he returned from the bathroom. Rain had since snagged his attention. He was glad they were talking things out and now it was time for him to set things straight with her. 

Rain let Marcello lead her to the limo without protest. He smirked at the deflated look of her lanky dance partner. He ordered the driver back to his place. Rain started to open her mouth but his eyes silenced her. He was clearly upset at her small fiasco. 

She knew she was baiting his attention by dancing with some random guy. The behavior was out of character for her but the drinks had her feeling a little bold. Too bold as she replayed how quickly she sobered up as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her back and then turning her towards him. 

He still had yet to say a word since putting her in the car. They pulled up to his house and he opened the door for her after exiting. After he closed the door and tipped the limo, she followed behind him into the house. He angrily yanked his tie loose and walked pass her. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 05



"Wait! Baby, please." Her voice was weak and strained and he stopped. She couldn't take it anymore. She was scared but she needed to do this. Tonight she realized a lot of things. One being she was a lightweight and two she couldn't go on without Marcello. He had her heart and she was hurting without him. 

"I'm listening Rain." He didn't return the affection and it hurt her but she swallowed her pride. 

"Marcello I can explain if you just give me a chance." She pleaded. 

"Then explain. Explain to me why you though it was cute to flaunt the floor with another man in front of my face." She hung her head. 

"Marcello I was being childish. You were frustrating me. I thought a few drinks and a show would help but I made a fool of myself." She met his eyes and to her surprise he pulled her close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. 

"Rain you have more than my attention. You don't need me to kill someone to prove that do you?" He placed a kiss on her neck and there was a seriousness in his tone that sent a chill down her spine. 

"No." She answered as he released her and she wished he hadn't. She missed his embrace already. 

"Good. Then don't ever do shit like that again." He warned and her lips started to quirk up in a smile until she met his steely gaze. He was still waiting for that explanation. 

"I know your still waiting." She exposed his thoughts. 

"Then explain." He walked back to her. His voice low and rough with dying anger. His green eyes were a little calmer and she relaxed a little. 

"I use to live on a reservation in Arizona. I'm native American as you already know. I haven't lived on the reservation for eight years now though. I had always wanted to get away but at the age of seventeen I never imagined I would finally leave. My mother was angry with me for messing with her plans." 

Rain's voice shook with emotion and there was a pained look that settled in her eyes. The past was burrowed deep inside her. She was reaching into places she had been avoiding for years. 

"What plans?" He moved closer to her and she wished he would touch her but he didn't. 

"She wanted me to marry Jessie. She sent Jessie to court me as part of her plans. It worked. I fell deeply in love with him. I thought he loved me. He was my first. He was the first man I ever had been with." She glanced up at his face and he nodded his head saying he understood. 

She put a hand on her forehead and willed her tears not to fall. Humiliation burned her skin, and she couldn't look at him. She averted her eyes back to the floor as her gown swept the ground as she moved further away from him. He didn't reach for her. 

Marcello was listening intently. His anger was building as somehow he knew he wasn't going to like the rest of what she had to say. 

"My mother bribed him. She promised him land and money that's the only reason he wanted me. They agreed that he would marry me and acquire the land I was owed with me. He promised to share it with my mother. He said he loved me. He lied. I was young and devastated. I ran away. I went out on my own and left the past behind me or so I thought." 

"What do you mean or so you thought?" This time he did reach for her. He turned her around and forced her gaze to meet his. Rain let the tears fall freely. She was so scared of losing him with what she was about to say next. 

"He or I should say they have been threatening me since I came here. First it was just Jessie calling me making what I assumed were idle threats. Then he followed us to lunch. I was afraid. I didn't want you involved so I lied and went along with the story of him being my cousin." She whimpered as he cursed and then let her go leaving her once again. She wondered how many times before it was for good? 

"Rain how could you lie to me like that? Right in front of him!" Marcello's eyes were on fire. 

"I didn't know he was going to show up! That was the first time I saw him since the day I left Marcello I swear! I didn't want you involved. He found me again when I was in the park with Rain and James. He left me a note letting me know we were in danger. I have to go home and-" 

"You think I'm letting you go anywhere?" He said and Rain brought up her eyes in surprise. He wasn't angry with her. He was hurt and concerned. It was much worse than she thought. 

"Marcello I don't want you to get hurt. I love you." She started crying and he pulled her into his arms tight. She knew that this time he wouldn't let her go. 

She loved him so much. There was so much more she wanted to say. For now, she just wanted to stay in his embrace. She had never felt so safe and so vulnerable. 

"I want you as mine. I would never hurt you like they did. You didn't have to lie to protect me. You deserve to be cared for properly. Rain, give me a chance to show you what I can give to you. Let me heal you. I love you." 

She seemed to cry harder as he said that. He wanted to heal her. No one had ever offered to heal her, and it never occurred to her that there were some things she couldn't heal alone. He held her tightly and kissed the top of her hair. 

"I want to be with you and only you. Marcello. I want a relationship with you." She confessed as her tears came to a steady stop. 

"I wanted you from the first time I saw you. I wanted to fight it but I can't any more. You need me more than ever and I need you here with me." Marcello shook with emotion himself. She wanted to protect him. The thought itself made him quiver with longing and love her even more. 

He knew he and Connor needed to get on this right away. He had seen Rain with Jazz and James. That was bad news. They had to handle it right away. He wouldn't play around like they did with Ellen and William. This would be swift justice. His eyes burned with anger at his remembrance of Jessie. He knew scum when he saw it. 

For now, he wouldn't question her anymore. Yet soon he would need to know more. He knew there was more. He just held her as she was already shaken enough. His hands found their way across her bare back. 

"Then I'm yours." Rain answered and he wiped her tears from her cheeks with both thumbs and then kissed them away. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and then worked his way to her awaiting mouth. 

The kiss was a burst of anxiety and intensity. They grabbed at each other. Their clothes were just another barrier that whey wanted to break through. He slipped her arm out of her one sleeve and let the dress fall to her beautiful waist. 

He wanted to taste her. He took her mouth again. He met her eager tongue and grabbed her soft ass in his hands and squeezed after smacking it roughly causing a moan to escape her mouth. He assaulted her neck next inhaling in her scent only drove him more mad. He sucked and bit her gently. Rain felt the wetness between her legs as she parted them. 

She started to undo his vest. She let it fall to the floor and started on his shirt. He left her neck to help and she slid the shirt off his shoulders. She went to work on his bare chest. She laid kisses. She slipped out of her heels and was right where she wanted to be. She kissed a trail down to his navel and started to unbuckle his slacks. 

She pulled his gorgeous cock out his pants and admire its length and thickness before tasting the tip first. 

"Rain" He said her name like a warning. Her hands explored him and he closed his eyes. Rain drew back and teased him. She kissed around his hips and waist and he put his hands in her hair as he felt her hands try to wrap around the length of him. She gave a moan of feminine approval and licked the tip of him again and then took him in her mouth. 

She hummed and the vibration made his balls tightened and electricity moved through him. She worked his dick in her wet mouth. He felt his cock jerk in her mouth. She was bobbing on his dick with such purpose he felt that he wouldn't last much longer. Once she started to slurp he had to pull her up. 

He pushed her against the wall and let the rest of her dress drop to the floor. He pulled her thong to the side and inserted two fingers inside her. He immediately growled as she was a pool around as he stroked inside her sweet pussy. She threw her head back as Marcello dropped to the floor. He needed to taste her. He took her into his mouth and slurped her juices. He spread her lips and admired the pinkness of what was now his pussy. He devoured her clit and her moans encouraged him. He wanted her to know whose pussy this was. He added his fingers inside her and sucked on her clit even harder. 

"Oh my god...Marcello...don't stop baby." She gripped his head as he was giving her the lashing of a lifetime. She felt her body go to the edge as her back arched in orgasm. She let herself cum all over his mouth. She moaned as Marcello didn't stop. She tried to escape but he held her still until he had drunk all of her juices. She writhed under his persistence and another wave of pleasure brought her to orgasm. 

"The bed." She said breathlessly. As he stood up. 

"We won't make it." Desire was in his eyes and her juices were dripping from his mouth. He kissed her letting her taste herself. She never thought she could be so kinky and so turned on. After those wave of orgasms she would do whatever he wanted her too. 

He placed her on the table in the living room. He ignored the papers and glass that fell to the floor. This time he knew he would not be gentle. He burned to plunge inside her and rock her world. He was itching to be inside her. When he tore her thong off she knew the need was dire. 

"Marcello!" She screamed his name as he pushed into her all the way deep inside her. He started to work quickly putting both of her legs on his shoulders. His hands gripped her waist as he stroked her as if the world was coming to an end. 

"Fuck, your so tight Rain." She held on to the sides of the table her eyes closed as her breast slapped together at his rapid pace. He bent down to put passion marks on her neck. He was an animal and he kissed her with possession. She was his. " 

"Yes baby, yes!" 

"This pussy is mines now, you hear me Rain." He growled in her ear and she bit her lip as tears came down her eyes as he rotated his hips inside her pushing deeper. He watched the emotions on her face as she climaxed. Her mouth producing no sound. "Speak!" He lifted her off the table and her legs wrapped around him. He smacked her ass and held her steady as he pounded her some more. 

"It's yours...oh god...its yours baby! Fuck me!" He worked her over until she came some more as he thrust deeper. He laid her on the table and took his thumb and rubbed adamantly against her clit. 

"No more lies right?" 

"No baby, fuck Marcello!" She grabbed his hand and tried to move it from her clit. The pleasure was unbearable. She didn't think she could cum anymore. She felt her lip would bleed if she bit down any harder. She knew her back would be sore as it roughed against the glass table. 

Marcello continued and started stroking her out again. He loved the feel of her pussy gushing all over his dick. Tonight he wanted to make sure there was no question of his need and desire for her. He wanted to make it known that no one could love her like he could. 

"This pussy feels too fucking good. You tryna make me cum huh?" He grabbed her throat gently and eased up with a naughty laugh as he shook his head. He slowed down his strokes as he took her mouth. He grabbed her tongue with his and came inside her. He pushed as deep as he could needing to be buried inside her until he didn't know where she ended and he began. "I love you." He grunted in her ear. 

Black strands of his hair fell forward and he took her in his arms as he finished she passed out. He hoped he didn't hurt her. He laid her on his shoulder and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and went to run her a bath for when she woke up. 

* 

Rain sat up and pain shot through her leg at an alarming rate and soaked through her body. She dug her teeth into the pillow and suppressed a scream. This couldn't be happening. She looked to the window as tears clouded in her eyes. Surely enough, the rain pattered on the window. She felt all of his pain the muscle and the flesh straining to grow and heal. 

"No! This can't be." She leaned further into the pillow as she felt him moving putting strain on his leg and hers. How could he stand this pain? Her head felt hazy with the ache that course through her. Italian! A white man nonetheless. Her mother had told her. If she was right then Marcello was her soul mate. They were linked but how could that be? She didn't link them...but if he was the one then...it was automatic. She replayed the legend in her mind. She looked to the window. It was still night. She had only been out for a couple of hours. 

She felt Marcello rush in the room and break through her thoughts. She felt his eyes run over her naked body and suppressed a shiver. His soul was troubled but his fantasies were satisfied for now. She blushed at how rough he had been with her earlier. He climbed onto the bed and she dug her fingers in the sheets there was the pain again. 

" 

What's wrong? Are you in pain?" He rushed to her side and looked down at her tears clouding her eyes. 

"Did I hurt you Damn it!" He shook his head as he ran a hand across her forehead and made her sit up and look at him. 

"No, I'm fine it's just a little pain. You didn't hurt me baby." Her eyes softened at his concern. She meant it. She never knew that love could hold such desperation. She never knew how much he wanted her but he had showed her and she loved every ground breaking minute of it. His love was king and what he did to her body was incredible. 

"Come on, I ran you a bath." He scooped her in his arms and carried her to the tub. He sat her naked body in the water and she felt the tension ease from her. 

"Baby join me." She grabbed his hand and he scooted in behind her laying her against his chest. He dipped the washing towel in the bubble filled tub and she leaned her head back as he ran it down her body softly caressing her. The tub was a round oval and seemed to be made for them. It was a perfect fit. 

"Now that you're my girlfriend-" 

"Oh is that what I am? Say's who?" She teased. 

"Says me." He kissed the crook of her neck as he continued to bathe her. 

"Okay, then I guess I am. And since I know I'm not your first girlfriend...how many have you had?" She felt him tensed for a second and then relaxed. 

"Let's just say I'm no Tiger Wood's, but I was young and reckless once upon a time. I had my share of women but none like you." He quipped and even from behind she could feel his devilish grin. 

"And that's suppose to be the icing on the cake to ease my worries?" He laughed and she just rolled her eyes. 

"I'm being honest. You're special to me Rain." He kissed the top of her hair and she sighed. 

"I know baby." She whispered it. She had to tell him the rest. He deserved to know what he was getting into right? 

"What's troubling you? Are you still worried about Jessie?" His voice was smooth in her ear. 

"No, I feel safe with you. I'm sorry I lied." 

"Rain-" He lifted her chin forcing her to look into his assessing green eyes. They were like deep pools of seaweed floating lightly in his corneas. She got lost in them. 

" That's over Rain. We finished that in the living room remember?" He hand grazed her pussy and she shivered. "If something is bothering you baby then let me know. 'll take care of it. I can take care of you." To put emphasis on his words he lathered up the towel, dipped it in the water, and then moved in between her legs. She threw her head back and moaned as his rough hand massaged her hot spot gently. 

"I'm okay." She whimpered as he stopped and then went to her thighs. 

"You're sore enough" He stated when she started to protest but he gave her a long deep kiss and she smiled. Her heart warming. She was so in love with him. 

"What made you wanna be in the army? Was it a lifelong dream?" 

"No,when I was younger I wanted to be in the mafia-" He chuckled deeply. 

"Oh really? I could see that." She amused him. 

"Aye, you talkin' ta' me." He did his best mafia impersonation and she laughed but shivered. When he laced it up thickening his accent he sounded so sexy. 

"That was good, so why didn't you join the mafia? I could have been taking care of you in a mansion, not that this house isn't nice but compared to a mansion-"She trailed off teasing him, and he splashed water in her face. "I was kidding!" She laughed and ran a hand over her face clearing soapy water out her eyes. 

"Yea, un huh. Well blame my father—soon as I told him about my dream he made me watch the godfather and killed the dream." Marcello said and Rain laughed as he sounded like his father really had crushed his life long dreams. 

"Aww poor baby." She teased him turning around to wrap her arms around his neck and face him. 

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." His eyes became sharp and intense and the laugh died on her lips. Her hair was matted down from all the water and sticking to her back. He ran a large hand over it. He blinked water dripping from his long lashes. 

"And you're the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on. I love you Marcello." She kissed him passionately. She wanted to stay with him always. 

"I love you too. Come on my hands are getting wrinkled." He broke the kiss and lifted her out the tub as if she weighed nothing. He drained the tub and gave her a robe after she lightly dried off. 

"Go sit on the bed. I need to wrap your leg. I think your almost healed." 

"The doctor said I'll never be completely healed baby. He said that would take a miracle." His words had her swallowing her tongue. Isn't this the part where she says, I know what to do? Still she couldn't. She didn't want him to think she was a freak. Who would love a freak? And he wouldn't believe her-would he? The legend said they had to love each other. If he's her soul mate then it was time. She didn't need the rain to heal him. 

She could use there love. It was a very intimate process but she could heal him forever. The power of love was the greatest power of all. She knew that he mother would never be as powerful as her. She was filled with too much hate. 

He held her tightly in his arms after she finished wrapping him. She gritted her teeth at his pain hearing the patters on the window pane. Now each time it rained she would feel his pain until she healed him completely. She was still afraid even after there passionate night that he would look at her differently. She didn't want him to let her go but she desperately wanted to heal him. Then maybe she could heal herself? 

Just as they closed their eyes Marcello's phone rang. 

"Hello? Connor wait, slow down man. What?" He sat up and Rain fell from his arms to the bed. "Who? Ellen is locked up! Of course she's still locked up...Jazz? She's not here...Connor calm down. We'll find her..." Marcello hopped out of bed and she watched as he struggled to find clothes. "Connor I'm on my way calm down!" Marcello hung up the phone. "Fuck!" He yelled. 

"What's going on?" Rain questioned as she began to move too. 

"Jazz is missing. Some shit from the past came up. Jessica was at the ball. He thinks Jazz saw them and read it wrong. She asked David to watch Donny and now she's missing and-" 

"I know where she is?" Rain said and rushed to pick up his phone. She quickly dialed Connors number. 

"Hello, Connor? It's Rain. Jazz told me she was planning to go take space with her parents. She was planning on going after the banquet. She didn't want anyone to know...I'm a 100% sure...did she tell you? Yes I sense her...She's fine. Okay...hurry. We'll meet you there." Rain hung up the phone as Marcello stared at her in confusion. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 06



*Wow! So happy that I returned. Things are about to get crazy so strap up and enjoy the ride!*

Rain sat by the window wrapped in a blanket as she sipped on hot chocolate courtesy of her loving mother. She frowned as she half expected Connor to at least have called her by now. She shook her head. Why was she still thinking of him?

He obviously had no regard for her feelings. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand. She had been home for 24 hours now and she couldn't stop replaying the office and ballroom events in her mind.

It was like she was stuck in this time warp and each replay was an instant stab to her heart. She couldn't believe that she could feel this low. She hadn't felt this way since her and William ended.

Speaking of William, Rain found it odd that he had been contacting her. She had yet to let Connor know but he had contacted her at least several times. His attempts consisted of a text here and there. He would always tell her he wanted to see her and had vital information to share.

She never replied. During her time of need, she knew he was resourceful in helping Connor and Marcello. She also remembered how he attacked her and was helping Ellen.

Yet Connor had let him go. Connor and Marcello really believed that he was harmless. After everything went down with Ellen, he had tried to kill himself. Connor and Marcello took pity on him and omitted him to a hospital. As far as Jazz knew, he was now during pro bono work for people with mental disabilities.

She still didn't believe he could be trusted. On cue, her phone began to vibrate. She grabbed her phone off the couch hoping it would be Connor but it wasn't. It was an unknown number. She started not to answer it but did anyway because she had a gut feeling who it was.

"Hello?"

"God it's been so long since I've heard your voice Jazz." A smooth baritone came through and she knew immediately who it was.

"William look, I don't know why you've been contacting me but you need to-"

"Jazz listen to me. I'm sorry for everything and I really have changed. I know you don't believe me but I have some information for you. I can't say much over the phone but you need to meet with me as soon as possible. One of my clients who was recently jailed has some disturbing information."

"What information and what client? William if this is some sort of game-"

"Jazz look I have to go but they told me they'll only meet with you. They said even that was risky. I'm not sure what it's about but I'll be contacting you again within a few days with a meeting place. So just come, please Jazz."

"William you're not telling me anything. I can't just-"

"Jazz please! I know I've messed up in the past but I realized that you were the only person who ever really loved me. I owe you this...please just be there."

"William-" Beep, the phone clicked off before she could even respond. She wondered what the hell that was about. Should she tell Connor? Who was she kidding? Connor was probably off somewhere with that blonde.

She found herself losing focus and thinking of him again. She shook her head forcing her mind back to William. There was a sense of urgency in his voice. Still, she wondered what his true motive was.

"Jazz, I think you need to call Connor hunny. All of this just seems too fishy for my liking." Jazz's mother interrupted her thoughts as she came in from the kitchen and wiped flour off her hand with her rag that she slipped back in her robe pocket.

"Mama I told you what I saw didn't I? I know my eyes. You taught me to use them well." Jazz proceeded to roll them and then flinched as her mother swatted at her.

"Don't get sassy with me girl, you may know your eyes but do you know your heart? And I taught you plenty including not to just run away from your problems. After all you and Connor have been through you run out on your marriage at the first sign of trouble." Her mother shook her head in disappointment, and Jazz's mouth gaped open.

"So I'm supposed to let him cheat on me like William-"

"Don't chu dare! You had solid proof William was a low down dog. Everyone could see that. You chose to lock that away from us and stay. Yet, now you run? Not even asking why he would bring you in the first place knowing she would be there? Not even asking why she was at the honorary ball as nothing more than a secretary? Not using your head Jazz or the good sense god gave ya! Whew! I swear you aint no chile of mine sitting up in here acting like dis'"

Her mother shook her head some more as Jazz got up and went up the stairs to her room just like old times. The same quick stride with tears in her eyes as she didn't want to hear what her mother had to say.

There was something deep within her that knew her mother was right. She had ignored some crucial pieces of it all. She had left him. She didn't even think long and hard about what could have really been going on. Hell she could have stayed and listened. She laid down in bed and let the tears fall. It was probably too late. Connor had yet to call and she doubted he was worried about her at all as she cried herself to sleep.

*

"Connor slow down!" Marcello placed a hand on Connor's shoulder as he drove the rental car from the airport like a bat out of hell. They weren't able to catch a flight till the following day. He could tell that Connor hadn't slept.

Jazz and Marcello stayed with him over Dave's until the next morning when they were set to leave for Georgia. Marcello had woke up at dawn and caught Connor in the room just staring at Donny sleep.

Marcello had never seen Connor like this. They had been through warfare for god sake. Yet, he felt that Jazz leaving him was much worse for his brother in bond.

"Connor!" Marcello called his name as he seemed to accelerate more. Rain pulled Marcello back and placed her hand on Connor's shoulder and closed her eyes.

She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear that Marcello couldn't hear. Marcello watched as Connor slowly relaxed and his foot eased off from the gas. Marcello only raised an eyebrow.

Rain sat back and closed her eyes looking suddenly tense herself. It was almost as if she had stolen Connors emotions. Marcello felt like there were plenty moments that had given Rain some more explaining to do. For now, he would let it be. They had bigger things to take care of now.

"I'm sorry man I just need to get my family back." Connor blew out a breath as he suddenly felt like his head was much clearer now. He glanced in the rearview mirror and watched as Rain was trying to center herself. He knew what she had done. She gave him a weak smile and he nodded to her in appreciation.

He had to get it together. He needed to be protecting her and Jazz not harming them. Once he got things fixed with Jazz it was time to kick things in full gear. If what Jessica was saying was true then they had some big problems headed their way.

*

Jazz's mother pulled the pie from the oven as there was a knock at the door. She pepped out the curtains and then hurriedly open the door and took Connor in her arms.

"It's been took long boy! You didn't even come down with Jazz last year." She pulled him back from her and swatted him with her rag. He playfully blocked her hits and then embraced her as she pretended to resist.

"I was swamped with work Ma. You know I wanted to come." He pleaded for her forgiveness with sad eyes. She laughed at his attempt then her brow creased with worry.

"Don't tell me you've been losing sleep over this girl. Gone over there and sit down while I get you some tea and a piece of pie. We need to talk Mr. O'Malley." Connor hung his head.

"Listen ma-"

"I don't wanna hear it Connor." She shut him down and he hung his head. He wasn't sure how much she knew.

"Is jazz here?" Connor almost forgot that he needed to speak with her. He stood up and then sat back down after she gave him a stern look as she cut the pie.

"She's upstairs probably sleep. You travelled this far a little longer wait won't hurt."

"I hope you're cutting that pie for the both of us." Marcello came right in the door and she put down her knife and ran into his arms.

"Well if it isn't the handsome devil himself! Connor hasn't stopped dragging you into his mess huh?" She questioned as she eyed Connor sternly again. His head seem to hang lower and Marcello chuckled enjoying the scolding.

"It would seem so ma. I have someone I want you to meet." Marcello stepped to the side as Rain had snuck in behind him quietly.

"I'm Rain. It's such a pleasure to meet you." Rain put out her hand and was shocked and then pleased as she was pulled into one of the warmest hugs she had ever received. This woman's aura could fill a stadium.

"Call me mama and aren't you just stunning and such a pretty spirit." Rain stood in awe as she released her from the hug but kept hold of her hands. She seemed to sense something behind Rain's eyes. She had a way of looking into people as if she could see their true nature. Rain knew she didn't possess any power but her senses were close enough.

"Almost as stunning as you and this display you have going on." Rain had never seen so much food. She could tell this woman loved to cook and it all looked so delicious. This was new territory for Rain. Jazz's mother was just that a mother. To everyone she met not just her children.

She had this way of making you feel like you were home. Rain closed her eyes and took in the smells. The smell of home cooked meals. The smells of Jazz's mother radiating from her robe. A mixture of perfume and a slight hint of grease. Yet, it was the perfect combination.

She thought of her own mother and her coldness. She opened her eyes with sadness to find Jazz's mother looking at her once more.

"Are you alright?" Jazz's mother asked.

"I'm okay I just...it's been a tough road so far and I'm afraid of what's to come to be honest." Rain didn't know if she was making sense but the way this woman looked into her made her want to tell her everything.

"Hunny whatever it is weighing on your heart you have to let it go. A lot of the time we blame others for holding us back when it's really ourselves. I can't remember who said it but they said our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate but our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. Don't be afraid of your power." She spoke into Rain's heart and she nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She closed her eyes again as mama wiped it away with her thumb.

"Thank you. You are so wise." Jazz grabbed her hands and kissed the top of them. For the first time she had someone calm her spirit.

"Hunny just like these hips it comes with age and it only made me better. You better ask somebody!" She bumped Jazz's hip and they both laughed.

"Can we get this pie going now?" Marcello hated to break up the moment but that pie was calling his name. He once again made a mental note on Rain.

"Boy hush! Rain why don't you take a couple pieces upstairs while I talk to these two. Wake her up and let her know her husband downstairs to take her up out this house. After I get done with him of course."

"Yes mama." Rain said as she stuck her tongue out at Marcello as he groaned as she cut Rain her pieces first. She started her hike up the stairs after she was pointed in the right direction.

*

"Where's papa?" Connor questioned as they dug into their slices of pie.

"He's visiting his younger brother in Atlanta but let's get down to business. What the hell is this I hear about Jazz catching you with some blonde in your lap and then against the wall at some party? You got some explaining to do."

"Ma that woman has been stealing from my company with I think I know who. She set me up. She came into my office and came on to me. Jazz was doing a surprise visit and she admitted she saw Jazz coming that day. She jumped in my lap as soon as she heard the door and then she followed us into the party pretending to be media personnel, which was a lie. I caught her taking photos of us and with these ID's." Connor took them and slid them to mama.

"Boy shut your mouth! And what's this?" She noticed a small sheet of paper in the crease of the wallet. She pulled it out and opened it and then covered her mouth.

"What mama?" Marcello put down his fork and grabbed the piece of paper. His eyes darkened as it was an old newspaper article about the death of his family and the fatal car crash.

"Why would she have this?" Connor took it from Marcello and folded it back up. "Don't worry we're going to figure it out. Are you okay?" Connor looked as Marcello sat deep in thought about what the possible connection could be. The car accident was years ago, but he still lived with the shame.

"I'm okay. I'm just wondering the same things you are. We have to track her down."

"I had her arrested that night for sneaking into the event as well as a few personal items she had stolen from some party goers. As soon as we get Jazz, we're paying her a little visit." Connor grimaced. He needed some more answers.

"Lord I got a bad feeling about this. It's feeling like Deja vu." Mama shook her head as Connor grabbed her hands.

"Except this time we're finishing it mama. Don't worry this is the end."

"Of who?" She asked as tears rolled down her eyes and she began to pray as the boys comforted her. She just didn't get a good feeling about this.

*

Jazz finished polishing off her pie as she listened to Rain relay the story. Jazz shook with fear as she heard Ellen's name. She began to fill Rain in on the details and Rain herself started to feel sick about her making a return.

Jazz couldn't believe that this whole time Jessica was connected to Ellen. All this time she had been being played and deceived by what she foolishly thought. She began to realize that she had unfairly jumped to conclusions and damn near ruined her marriage in the process.

Jazz was grateful that Connor was here to talk to her. She couldn't lie it made her feel some type of way as Rain described how he had rushed out here to retrieve her. Jazz felt her stomach sink. This was the first real test of their marriage and she had failed miserably.

She was beginning to realize that she was still holding on to a lot of past pain from the previous marriage. She started to think that meeting with William would be a chance to get information and closure.

"Now we have to be on the lookout for double trouble." Rain voiced her concerned as she thought about what they were potentially about to go up against.

"Don't worry Connor and Marcello will do all they can to protect us and we'll do all we can to help." Rain nodded as her and Jazz embraced. Rain released Jazz and then cleared her throat as Connor walked in the room.

His eyes were only focused on Jazz and her's went to his and then back to the bed. Rain picked up the plate and two forks and excused herself from the room silently.

Jazz swallowed imaginary spit as Connor closed and locked the door.

"I'm assuming Rain explained everything?" He questioned and Jazz nodded. He then threw the wallet on the bed and let her search through it. Every piece of evidence she sifted through matched Rain's story to a tee. She was shamed again.

She put everything back in its placed and sighed. It was official. She now knew that her husband wasn't cheating on her. While she was relieved she realized how much her accusations and actions must have hurt him.

"Connor I'm sorry for not trusting you. I just couldn't stop thinking about what I saw. I didn't even listen to what you had to say. I had already made up my mind that you were deceiving me. I was wrong and I shouldn't have left you but I didn't know how to handle the thought of you being with someone else." Jazz felt herself getting emotional once more.

"What was I supposed to do without you Jazz? Your crucial mistake was realizing that living with you gone was not an option. It hasn't been an option since the day I almost lost you." Jazz looked into his watery eyes with her own.

"I need you too baby. These days without you have been nothing short of hell. I've missed you no matter what my mouth said. They were just words underneath the fear that I was losing you...that we were losing you to someone else. I started to think it was me...that maybe I was too boring or you were losing interest in me."

"There is nothing more important to me than you and Donny. I would never let you guys go and you have to know that Jazz. I know things have happened in the past but this is different. I'm different, you're different, and we are a family. We need to be in this together. And you are beautiful baby. I could never lose interest in you. Your smart, gorgeous, caring, and you've carried and taken care of me and our son."

"Can we make this right?" Jazz looked up at him with pleading eyes. Connor met her in between her legs and kneeled down to his knees. He was absolutely gorgeous to her. His jade green eyes were filled with sincerity and she rubbed his new manly stubble that connected along his jawline to his chin and around his mouth.

"I want you home." He grabbed the back of her neck and their lips met. Jazz moaned as his tongue found its way to hers and they began their dance. She allowed him to guide her back onto the bed as he came up from his knees and climbed over her. She showed no resistance as he removed her t-shirt from over her head.

"I want to be home with you too baby."

"Let me show you what you've been missing." Connor whispered over her skin and then groaned in appreciation when he found she wore no bra. She arched her back as his hands caressed her caramel globes. He took one dark nipple into his mouth as he massage the other through two finger tips. He mushed both breast together and started licking and sucking them with passion.

It had been too long since she felt his lips and tongue on her body. His hands so big and strong felt as if he was touching her for the first time in years. She was enjoying every bit of it. She scooted up as he began his journey down her stomach and to her pussy.

She watched anxiously as he pulled her shorts and panties off in one sweep. She threw her head back as he started circling his tongue around her clit. She instantly became wet as he sucked and licked on her clit and began fucking her with two fingers.

"Oh shit Connor, baby right there!" Jazz cried as he was licking every inch of her pussy and clit area. He was slurping and smacking as if it was his last meal.

"You taste so fucking good." He groaned and she pushed his head even further into her. It only motivated him more. He went even deeper. He pushed his tongue into her and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

"Don't stop baby, mmm." Jazz started shaking as he pulled his mouth away and started pushing his fingers in and out of her at a fast pace.

"Cum for daddy." He commanded before he spread her legs even further apart and held her down by her waist as he devoured her intensely. The sound of his slurping alone was driving her up a wall. She gripped his shoulders as she felt her orgasm washing over her and into his mouth. He licked up every drop and stood up licking his lips with a smile. He was only getting started with her as she laid on the bed out of breath from his thrashing.

Connor started unbuckling his pants and Jazz caught her breath and started to help as he worked on his shirt. She admired her husband's broad shoulders and strong arms. She couldn't wait to get her hands on his dick. He pulled it out and slapped it on her tongue. The weight of it alone felt so good.

He was already hard but she wanted him wet and to return the favor. She took him into her mouth expertly. She knew just how he liked it. She swallowed him whole and played with his balls as he grabbed the back of her head. She swirled her tongue around him as she worked her way back up to the tip and then back down.




Fire and Rain Ch. 06



Connor felt his balls tighten and he pulled her off of him and pushed her on the bed. He wasn't ready to come just yet.

"Come get it." Jazz smiled seductively as she rubbed her pussy in anticipation.

Connor wasted no time falling in between her legs. He thrusted his dick into her and he immediately began to show no mercy on his pussy. He pushed her legs damn near to her ears and stroked in and out her deeply.

He knew with the way he was positioned push up style that he was digging into her stomach. Jazz held her legs for him as he worked his dick into her. He felt so fucking good pushing into her and she felt herself cumming before she could even open her mouth to moan.

"Yeah cum some more for me." He slapped her ass and she finally released a moan able to speak.

"Oh my god Connor, Oh shit baby, don't stopppp!" All she could hear was the slapping of his balls against her ass as he picked up the pace. He was taking her beyond anything she had remembered experiencing with him before. He possessed a new fire for her and her for him.

He quickly turned her over and entered her from behind as he pushed her face down into the bed.

"Give me my pussy." He grunted as he slapped her ass some more and held her head down firmly. He was stroking her out as tears welled in her eyes as his dick filled her up.

"Connor!" All she could do was scream his name as he pounded inside of her passionately.

"Mm what was that? Say my name!" He slapped her ass once more and picked up the pace.

"Connorrrr!" She cried out to his pleasure.

"Mm good girl, you gone try to leave me again huh?" He was stroking her into bliss and she felt her eyes shuddering as she felt her climax building as he was still keeping pace. "Talk to me," he slapped her ass even harder.

"No baby, no...fuck I'm about to cum!" She cried out as she felt her juices run down her leg.

"Shit Jazz!" Connor had never seen her cum like that before and he was right behind her at the sexy sight of her juices. He came deep in her pussy claiming what was rightfully his.

Connor collapsed on top of her and then rolled over and took her in his arms. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her tighter. He finally had his wife back and didn't plan on ever letting her go.

*

"Hurry up!" Jessica was beginning to sweat as her and Bert scrambled to gather all the evidence that could incriminate them but mainly herself. The gig was up and although she had implicated herself to Connor if there was no evidence then there was no case. She could care less about Bert.

She had told him nothing of her little run in with Connor. The only thing he knew was that she had been fired. He knew nothing of her true reasoning's behind all of the stealing. He thought he was her partner but he was nothing more than a pawn.

"Jessica I have a feeling he already knows. First you get fired and then he called me into a meeting next week! I think we should just burn all this stuff and skip town. What do you say baby? Just me and you huh?" Bert shredded the last piece of paper and then grabbed Jessica by the arm forcing her eyes to his.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. She was perfect. She had straight blonde hair that graced her shoulder blades so softly. Her eyes were an ice blue color but they darkened during sex.

Next, there was her slender frame that was adorned with the perkiest set of breast he had the pleasure of touching. Her skin was a smooth bronze color, which he could tell was courtesy of her regular tanning. He loved that, unlike his wife, she took pride in her appearance.

"Bert listen-" She started to degrade him but then she smirked. "Sure baby, you know what? Wait right here. I'm going to take these shreds out back and then we'll take off." She almost felt sorry as she saw the glimmer of hope in his eyes. Almost, she snickered a little on the inside as she rubbed his face and took off downstairs.

She quickly got out her phone and dialed the police. "Hello! Yes, I was just walking to my car from work and I think I see a man in the O'Malley building even though it's closed. I think there's been a break in!" Jessica was proud of herself as she mustered as much terror in her voice as she could. Her voice even trembled as she relayed the address.

She threw the shreds in the trash and prepared to take off when she met what felt like a brick wall. She stumbled and panicked when she was steady by two hands. She looked up to see a brown skin man in a cowboy hat. He was handsome too as he flashed her his pearly whites.

She smiled back. "Watch it there handsome." She flirted.

"I'm sorry. I heard your frantic police call and came over to make sure you were okay." Jessica cursed herself as she leaned into his arms and started to sob.

"Oh my god I'm so glad you're here. I was so scared to go back to my car so I was hiding out here." She lied.

"Well allow me to help you. We can run across the street and wait at my car for the police. Let's hurry though." She watched his eyes as they wandered upward towards, what was to him, a stranger inside the building shuffling back and forth. Good he's getting rid of the rest of it.

He began to pull her along across the street and she didn't resist. She gritted her teeth wondering how she was going to get away from this handsome stranger and to her car before the police arrived. She had already ditched her phone. She just hoped Bert didn't notice her absence before the police arrived.

"You really don't have to do this, really. I'm fine. I think I'm going to walk to a payphone and call a friend to come and-"

"Jessica really it's not necessary. I'm here now."

"I appreciate that but-" her eyes widened as she couldn't believe her ears. "How do you know my name?" She immediately began to back away from him as his eyes smiled but his mouth didn't. He walked towards her with his fingers tucked into his faded jeans and his cowboy boots clicking on the pavement.

"I know your name because we share a common interest Jessica. You, me, and whoever this woman is your working for. You want Jazz and Connor...well I want their friends Marcello and Rain. I was at the ballroom that night so I know Connor is already on to you, which means Marcello isn't far behind. They run together you see, so, they'll both be after me too."

Jessica immediately relaxed. Hmm? An ally wouldn't be bad but she needed to see what good use he was to her first.

"I'm not just after Connor and Jazz. I am on a mission for them all, but your proposal is interesting assuming you have information I can use." Jessie nodded his head towards his car. She tossed Bert's keys away, and he smiled unlocking the door for her.

Jessica shrunk down in her seat as the police cars sped pass them and turned into O'Malley's parking lot. She breathed a sigh of relief as the stranger slowly pulled away from the curb.

"Thanks Hun." She leaned over and kissed his cheek and he turned to her looking rather seriously.

"Don't worry you'll have plenty of time to make it up to me." He stroked underneath her chin and she laughed nervously. There was something not quite right behind his eyes. She wondered what his deal was but wouldn't question it. If he was willing to help her she could get this done sooner than her and boss lady anticipated.

*

"I've investigated a lot into Jazz, Connor, and Marcello but this Rain girl is news to me." Jessica unbuckled her seat belt as they pulled up into the reservation. Jessie had brought her with him to Arizona for them to lay low for a while and finalize their plans.

Jessica thought that she was in deep but Jessie's stake ran much deeper. Jessica's motives were about money but mostly revenge. Jessie's was much more about the land and his freedom from Rains mother. Jessie told her that Rain's mother was an evil woman but they needed her.

Jessie confided in her about Rain's powers as well as her mother's. At first she didn't believe him that was until he was able to identify the most intimate details about her life and history. He claimed he had wiped her DNA clean from a wine glass that mysteriously disappeared after she had sat it down at the casual affair.

Rain's mother was able to gather visions and stories from that alone. Jessica wasn't sure how she felt about all this but if this was her best bet for avenging her boss lady then she was all in. There was no room to turn back now. She didn't want Jessie against her so she needed him on her side.

As of now, he had more information and resources than she did. If you can't beat em' join em' she thought to herself. She looked over at Jessie as he turned off the car. He was so handsome to her much more than Marcello in her eyes. Marcello was too bulky for her liking.

Jessie carried a slender frame. His muscles were taint in his red flannel. He also had beautiful brown mysterious, hard, and serious eyes that he kept his cowboy hat pulled low over. His face was clean shave and free of any blemishes. His skin reminded her of mocha caramel coffee from her favorite Starbucks.

His eyebrows although thick complemented his soft features. She imagined that in the right lighting and clothes he could pass for a woman. She liked playing with the small ducktail underneath his hat that fell onto his neck. He claimed he always wore a hat to cover his hideous haircut thanks to the evil wicked witch.

She had been trying to sleep with him for the whole time they had spent together. He refused her though. He claimed that the old woman would know. Jessica didn't understand why that was a problem, and that was one thing he would not disclose to her.

She assumed that maybe that is what he meant by freedom. Jessica assumed that with her powers she had him eating from the palm of her hand. Jessica couldn't blame the old bat. If she possessed powers that's exactly how she would use them.

"I've told you all I know about her but there are still more details to work out. This is why we're here. The old woman has to approve. She sent for you now she needs to sense you for herself. Only then will she know you're the one that she needs to see this through." Jessie looked at her with his intense eyes again and her heart caught in her chest. She wanted him in the worst way.

"Trust me, I am the one." She leaned over and placed her mouth over his and smiled as their tongues met. Jessie smiled too.

He knew she wanted him. He wanted her as well but knew the old woman would become jealous if she sensed something going on between them. He couldn't deny that they needed Jessica for the plan. All of this was a formality.

He originally planned on killing the little blonde after she was no more use to him along with the old woman. Now he was starting to think about keeping her around for a quick fuck or two before he just offed her completely. She was hot and worth a couple pumps before he got rid of her as well.

"Only time will tell." He opened the door and planted his feet on familiar ground. It had been a while since he'd been back on the reservation. He was too busy running around like an errand boy for the old hag.

He let Jessica find her way out the car on her own. She quickly ran behind him and looked around anxiously at the people standing on their porches observing her. She stuck out like a sore thumb with her cream blouse, high wasted pencil skirt, and pointed kitten heels. Her hair was neatly tucked behind her ears and Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses covered her eyes.

She kept her head low following closely behind Jessie having the urge to grab his arm. He was moving rather quickly. She was more than relieved when he opened the door and ushered her inside. As soon as she stepped into the house, she felt the old woman's eyes.

She'd never imagined she would see pupils so dark. They sunk into the folds of wrinkled skin around her eyes. She looked as if she was the definition of "aged" but she was far from refined. Her frame was wide and long. Her skin was brown and lined. Her hair was white and long falling almost to her feet as she stayed sitting on the sofa examining Jessica.

"Mm I see you brought the Wasicu." She stated using the term for a non-native, especially one who is white.

"I'm hoping I can be of assistance to you and you to me." Jessica took off her shades and sat them upon her head. "Jessie and I-"

"Jessie does what I say and if you know what's good for you then you will too. There are powers present beyond your control and it would be wise not to force them to be directed against you. Now come to me." She stood from her sitting place and Jessica looked towards Jessie with worry in her eyes. He nodded for her to go to the strange woman.

Jessica walked towards the old woman as she grabbed a candle off the table and lit it. The woman held out her hand for Jessica's and she hesitated again. The old woman grew impatient and grabbed her right hand herself.

"What's this about? Jessie?" She looked at him fearfully as the woman's grip tightened. She watched in horror as the woman tilted the candle wax in the center of her hand. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She screamed as the woman let another drop fall.

"I want to see if white skin burns." She laughed and Jessica snatched her hand away and took off towards the door.

"You people are crazy! I'm getting the hell out of here." She rushed to the door and was met by the back of Jessie's hand. She held her cheek as she fell to the floor. Her eyes widened as he placed one of his boots in the center of her chest.

"Old woman you've had your fun and Jessica you aren't going anywhere. We've let you in and you already know too much. You leave, you die simple as that. Are we clear?" Jessica nodded her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into but she was starting to realize it may have been a mistake.

She did tell boss lady she would do whatever it takes. I'll even put my life on the line for you. She remembered telling her that but could she really do it? She had too. She wouldn't have survived on the inside without her. Hell she wouldn't be out of prison without her. She needed to be stronger than this.

She had been taught well. She would play along for now but soon she would execute her revenge. The old bitch would be first on her list. She wiped her tears and slowly rose to her feet narrowing her eyes at the old woman.

"Okay, Okay I'm done playing with the Wasicu. Now it's down to business. I have something to show you. Jessie bring me his DNA. I'm not done digging. There's more traces of that little girl."

"What little girl?" Jessica asked curiously as she shook off the embarrassment of the previous incident.

"Remember we talked about the accident in the article you told me you found?" Jessie prompted.

"Yeah, but they all died was all I gathered. The sister's body was never found but she was presumed dead. Unless you know something I don't."

"We know much more than you ever will." The old woman spoke and Jessica rolled her eyes.

"Well show me." She challenged.

"My pleasure." The old lady grimaced as she burn the end of the hair. The smoke started to rise and Jessica couldn't remove her eyes as the old woman's own irises clouded over. They became as white as her hair.

Jessica stepped back as all the windows opened and the wind came rushing in. It was almost as if the old woman had beckoned it herself the way it danced within her hair. She cringed as blood dripped from the old woman's nose and fell to the floor as the ground began to shake.

She watched Jessie as he just stood unmoving as if this was normal. The shaking and rumbling seemed to last forever and then it stopped. The windows shut, the blood dried, and not a hair out of place. It was like the events before had cease to ever happen.

"What did you see?" Jessie questioned. He was a little weary at the nose bleeding. He knew it was a sign that the old woman was getting weak. They needed Rain in more ways than one.

"Perfection is what I saw. You and Wasicu will be taking a trip to see a doctor and you will be delivering a special message." She smirked.

"What message is that?" Jessica questioned now a firm believer after what she had witnessed in the woman's powers.

"That Marcello and his wife have returned for his beloved...Gabriella." She cackled with delight and Jessie rubbed his hands together. He liked where this was going.

*

Connor and Marcello sat at the table examining the evidence they had. Marcello had made some calls to the prison facility to some people he knew on the inside. As far as they knew, Ellen was still locked up. She was in lockdown currently as they spoke. There was no way that they could get around to seeing her.

The only angle they had was that Jessica must still be in the local jail. Once they had a plan rolling they would be paying her a little visit as well. As far as Jessie went, that was another animal entirely.

"So what are you thinking? Ellen wants revenge so she sends Jessica to slowly pull money from your company and wire it where? There's no money apparently too large a sum on her books. So where's the revenge if Jessica keeps the money herself?" Marcello questioned. He just didn't buy it. There was a bigger scheme going on.

"I think her ploy was to destroy our lives which is Ellen's style. I mean look how she dragged Mr. Pennington under. I mean she steals from my company, tries to ruin my marriage, and who knows what else she was planning to do." Connor rubbed his temples in frustration. On her camera were pictures of him, Jazz, and Donny. She was too close for his liking.

"True. If she wanted to kill us though...I mean look at the pictures. She could have done that." Marcello stated and Jazz shivered at the coldness of his words.

"That's too easy. You know how Ellen is. She enjoys the play and the chase. Bottom line we need to figure out how they linked up and how is Ellen working from on the inside. Jessica is not all that bright. Ellen is a lot of things but she's not stupid. She's definitely calling the shots."

"Yes, so how do we end this? We can try to pin Jessica for money laundering. However, if she goes down who says Ellen won't get someone else on the outside to come after us." Marcello replied.

"I don't know. Right now it's a waiting game. The only chance we have is them striking us again and gathering evidence to bring them all down. Including this Jessie cat." Connor looked up at Rain and she shifted uncomfortably. Connor knew that she needed to tell Marcello the whole truth so that they knew what they were up against. Yet, she still held back.

"We want in Connor. I think we can help. Last time I was kept out and my life ended up in danger with me waiting for you and Marcello to save me. It has to be different this time." Jazz lifted herself off the kitchen stool to voice her opinion.

"Jazz I told you on the way back home this is for me and Marcello to handle. You and Rain just sit tight." Connor pleaded with her to back down but she didn't.

"Connor I am a big girl and so is Rain. We can help. In Rain's case it's mainly her they want. If we have to wait for them to come to us who do you think they'll be coming for? Your weaknesses...which are us." Jazz reasoned and Connor knew in his heart she was right.

"Jazz I already told you how I feel about this."

"So that's supposed to mean the conversation is over?" She crossed her arms and tilted her head as her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Jazz calm down. Connor she has a point and Jessie is my mess. I know him better than you and Marcello do. We need to be-"

"I think Connor made it clear already. We got it." Marcello barked looking up only briefly from the ID's and then returning to them.





Fire and Rain Ch. 06



"This is bullshit." Jazz turned to leave and Connor grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?" Connor eyed her as her phone started vibrating in her pocket and she made no move to answer it. Her phone had been going off a lot lately which was weird. It was usually him, James, mama and pop, or work. All of which she would normally answer no issue.

"Upstairs to check on our son. Don't worry I won't be running off again any time soon. I plan on sticking around so I can be of some use." Jazz snatched her arm away and headed towards the stairs. Rain followed her in quiet anger not one to vocalize her emotions in front of others without privacy.

Connor rubbed his face in frustration and sat back down.

"What? You're going to let their dramatics sway you. You know how dangerous this shit can get." Marcello reasoned. "You do remember right?"

"I know man but Rain has a point. We need all the help and upper hand we can get and with her own power-"

"Power?" Marcello looked up again but this time held Connor's gaze.

"You know...power over Jessie. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't obsessed with her." Connor cleared his throat and attempted to save face.

"Right..." Marcello stated but eyed him wearily. He needed to get to the bottom of this shit going on with Rain and fast. There was much more they were up against and they needed to be on the same page more than ever.

*

"Jazz maybe the guys are right. Maybe we should just let them handle it." Rain watched as Jazz pulled the cover back over Donny and texted someone quickly on her phone. "Jazz are you listening?"

"Huh?" Jazz looked up and Rain snorted. "I am listening, but I'm not trying to hear it. If they don't believe that we're useful then we'll just have to show them." Jazz smirked.

"And what do you mean by that? Inquiring minds would like to know."

"Well William has been contacting me with a place to meet. He says he has a client who may have information about what's going down." Jazz eyes lit up with excitement as if this was a good thing. Rain walked over and shook her by the arms.

"William? Seriously Jazz. This is your source. The same man that tried to help Ellen and that psycho kill you?" Rain walked away and sat down in disbelief.

"I know what you think but-"

"What if he's the one working for Ellen on the outside? Jazz we need to tell Connor and-"

"No! Sit down girl." Jazz ran to the door and closed it quietly after looking out into the hall and making sure the coast was clear.

"Jazz this has bad vibes written all over it. You need to tell Connor he's been contacting you. He's the most logical connection we have!"

"No, and keep your voice down. William is the most logical connection "We" have." Jazz said emphasizing we as she pointed between her and Rain.

"You can't expect us to pursue this lead by ourselves. We need to tell the boys." Rain and stood and started moving towards the door.

"Fine but if you're going to judge me for this then we tell Marcello everything as well. It's only fair." Jazz stated and Rain froze. She knew Jazz was right. How could she scold her when she was holding vital information back as well?

"Tell me the only reason you're going to see him is for information." Rain turned towards her knowingly. Jazz turned her body away from Rain's eyes.

"Information is the only reason I am doing this Rain. I also think it would be good closure for me." Jazz stated and narrowed her eyes at Rain as she scoffed.

"So marrying Connor and having a child with him isn't closure enough Jazz?" Rain didn't understand why she was digging herself in this hole. "Jazz you've already broken you and Connor's trust once with these foolish insecurities."

"You want to talk to me about trust? Insecurities? If you were so secure with yourself you would tell Marcello the truth!" Jazz yelled.

"You don't know how hard it is! This is not just some selfish scheme to prove a point of usefulness. Unlike you, I have my reasons. Or did you forget how the last guy left me in the dirt and is now trying to steal the only thing I have left of the person who ever loved me? No, because you're selfish Jazz. You only think about yourself." Rain looked up as tears fell down both of their faces.

"Rain I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Go pursue your leads by yourself Jazz. Unlike Connor I won't be chasing after you..." Rain walked out and slam the door. She treaded softly over carpet down the stairs leaving Jazz sobbing in the room. If this was any indication of what lied a head then even she wasn't powerful enough to stop it...maybe none of them were.



Fire and Rain Ch. 07



I love the feedback the good and the bad. I understand the comments about more focus on Marcello and Rain. However, Jazz and Connor are an intricate part of their story. This story is a spin off story for Marcello off of Smooth Jazz. That being said, Connor and Jazz are a big piece of their lives and I think their scenes are relevant to the overall story. Overall, Rain and Marcello's development is essential to me as well and ultimately will be the end all be all but this is a story and it will be multifaceted. I like the different character perspectives and I think all the characters have something to offer. That being said, I will make sure to include more Marcello and Rain focused scenes moving forward! We'll be wrapping this story up fairly soon! A special shout out to those who comment and give me feedback! I love that you've grown to love and be as invested in the story just as much as me! I can't please everyone but I do take the feedback seriously! As always with love...- Dlovely 

***** 

A FEW MORE WEEKS LATER AND HE HAD MADE UP HIS MIND. He wanted to take her. Marcello and Connor had been running ragged trying to put pieces together. He knew they were both on edge. 

Jessica was nowhere to be found and Bert, who they suspected was her accomplice, was in jail for breaking into the office. They found obvious traces of trashed evidence. However, Connor and Marcello knew that one could erase documents but money could always be traced. 

They planned to follow the money. The next steps involved finding out what connection Jessica had to Ellen as well as where Jessie had gone. He had fell off the face of the earth. Neither Jessica nor Jessie had made an appearance within the last month. Marcello and Connor knew that things were just too quiet. 

He knew everyone was on edge. Jazz and Rain had been acting strange. Marcello and Connor noticed that they weren't speaking. When they questioned each one of the girls they had nothing to say. They both claimed nothing was wrong but they were definitely avoiding each other. Marcello and Connor decided to let them work it out in their own time. 

Marcello knew her and Rain were close. Connor and him were brothers and still had their share of fights. It was natural and Rain was finding her place within their family. She was finding her place in his heart as well. He knew what he had planned today was the right thing. 

He knew if he was truly serious about being with Rain then he needed to open up to her. He needed to bare all and to show her a side of him that people only closest to him were allowed to see. 

He didn't know how she would react or let alone how he would react, but this was the best way he knew to show her he was serious about them. He loved Rain. He didn't know how it happened but somewhere along the way he fell for her. 

He needed to show her. He couldn't just say it. Marcello sat on the bed and ran fingers through his dark mane. His green eyes rested on his beautiful woman. Marcello watched in quiet appreciation as she slipped a pair of skinny jeans over her firm bottom. 

He looked away to control his urge to ravish her. If he kept watching they wouldn't make it out the house. As of late, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Every second of the day he wanted her and when away he imagined the different ways he could have her. 

"I wish you would tell me where we're going." Rain poked out her sexy pink lips and Marcello gave a deep chuckle. 

"It's a surprise. It's nowhere exciting." His voice got lower and she crossed the room and lifted his head to her. Rain was starting to get concerned about him. She had notice that lately he had been in his head a lot. 

She knew that there was a lot worrying him. She felt bad because she knew it was partly her drama. Marcello had taken on her storm and decided to weather through it with her. She didn't think she could ever repay him for keeping her safe. 

Rain knew she needed to disclose the truth. She didn't like what Jazz had to say but she knew that she was right. He deserved to know and she was being hypocritical. She missed Jazz. She didn't think after the way she had left her sobbing that she would want to reconcile. She felt like she had burned her bridge with Jazz and it was killing her. There were so many things she wanted to share. 

Jazz was just as distant. They rarely spoke. She didn't think they could be so prideful. She promised herself that when she got the courage she would reach out. She knew she was running out of time. She didn't want to lose Jazz as a friend. Jazz was the first person she ever let hold her secrets. Rain couldn't help but acknowledge that even in their turmoil she held her tongue. Rain was grateful. 

"Is there something I need to know?" She looked into his eyes as the sunlight shined across her face illuminating the golden rim around her eyes as they connected with his. He pulled her into his lap and hid his face inside her neck. She quivered at his touch. 

She couldn't help but think about the love she had for this man. She had fallen for him and she was scared. She was scared because she thought she loved Jessie but what she felt for Marcello was a dry passion. It was dry as in she felt dry and deserted without him. 

He was like water. She had begun to ask herself how she ever was living without him. He was like the rain that would come down when she healed. 

"Today is important. I'll explain when we get there." He looked up into her eyes. Marcello held her gaze and watched as her eyes wavered and gave into his silence. 

"Okay, but everything's going to be fine whatever it is." She rubbed his head and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Where else could he find such comfort but in her? She had come into his life and changed his way of thinking. 

She didn't want to give up on him. She never did even when he tried to push her away. She came to him wanting to help him and she had. She had come in and helped him in every way it seemed she could. 

She ran errands for him that required strain on his leg and had taken care of his military paperwork that she knew made him depressed to go through. He had never laughed or smiled so much in his life as he did now that he had her. 

"I'm hoping baby. Let's go." She got to her feet since they didn't touch the ground when she was in his lap seeing as she was only a mere 5'6 or 5'7 on a good day. He grabbed her jacket as it was cool outside and might rain. He slipped one on himself and grabbed her hand as they headed out the door. 

Marcello knew it was hard for Rain to come clean about her story with Jessie. It was time for him to come clean with his. He didn't want there to be any more secrets between them. He had pressed Rain but she claimed there was nothing more to tell. He trusted her and he hoped his trust wouldn't be in vain. 

* 

JAZZ NERVOUSLY SMOOTHED OUT HER JEANS AND BUTTON DOWN SHIRT. Donny was hanging out with Grandpa for today and Connor was busy keeping her out of the loop. She knew there was something that happened at work that Connor wasn't telling her. She wouldn't stress over it soon she would prove herself more than valuable. 

Jazz had finally texted William back and let him know she would meet him. She was hesitant about doing such alone but she didn't have a choice. Rain had bailed out on her. She sighed just thinking about their spat. 

Jazz couldn't believe that they weren't speaking. She couldn't lie it hurt her. Her and Rain were just starting to get close. She didn't want to bring James into it either afraid that she would lose him as well. She just needed to handle it on her own and then she would show them all. 

As if things with her and Rain going to hell wasn't bad enough, her and Connor weren't on the best terms either. Her phone was constantly going off with changes from William. She knew Connor was becoming suspicious. A lot of the times she left the room to answer calls. He never said anything but she knew he was watching her. 

Jazz put her curls up in a neat bun and snapped on some pearls into her ears. She kept it light. Her face was void of any foundation. She chose mascara and cat eyes for today's look. She didn't want to appear as if she was trying to look good for him. 

She kept it business casual in a long sleeve pinstripe shirt, skinny jeans, and some open toe black boots. Her beauty was undeniable but she was more low key than usual. She wanted to keep it strictly professional. Although, she did hope the closure would allow her to face her insecurities and move on. 

It was fall season so it was a little chilly out. She grabbed her beige trench coat and a handbag to match and made her way out the door. She failed to notice Connor pulling up as she pulled out the driveway and down the street expecting him to still be at work. 

CONNOR FOUND IT STRANGE THAT SHE WAS LEAVING THE HOUSE. This morning she had claimed she was piled up in work. He decided to make amends for his macho behavior by bringing her lunch. 

Yet, when he texted her earlier she claimed she was ordering in with James. There was something itching at him as he started to turn his car back around to go to work. Jazz had just been acting so strange lately. It was everything from weird phone calls she refused to answer in front of him, her cold shoulder, and her sudden lack of need to be involved. 

The nagging feeling wouldn't leave him alone and instead he let her get a head start and then started following at a distance close behind her. 

* 

MARCELLO DROVE THE CAR AND DIDN'T TALK AT ALL. His mind was too clouded with his own thoughts. His mind was spinning like a wheel nonstop about the approaching destination. 

He couldn't hold on to the grief anymore. He couldn't love Rain completely as she deserved unless he let go of all of his anger and pain. He had to be a better man if he wanted to take her as his forever. 

Marcello had been having visions like no other before. He had dreams and visions of his Rain in white walking towards him down the aisle. He imagined that she would stand before him in all her beauty, confess her love for him, and say she was his forever. 

There was a fire that burned inside of him when he thought of losing her. He knew he was getting better and soon her services wouldn't be needed. Did that mean she would go back to her own life and he to his? Would she forget about all the passion they shared? 

His eyes grew dark. He couldn't imagine it. He made sure that each time they made love that he stroked in her so deeply as to imprint his soul into her. He wanted his love to be so thorough that long after he left her that she desired him that much more. He had never wanted to be as welcomed by a woman as he wanted to be by her. 

His love for her was as natural as her beauty. There was an instinctive drive to want to protect her from every possible harm. He knew for this very reason he wanted to marry her and start a family. He could even see himself working long term with Connor. He doubted he would ever be completely healed enough to return to service. 

He looked over at Rain as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. 

"What's on your mind?" She asked as she linked their fingers together. 

"Remember when I told you I wasn't such a good guy back in the day?" He had stopped the car in a parking lot two blocks from their destination. He let go of her hand and he hopped out the car to her side trying not to let his struggle show. 

He helped her out the passenger side and locked the door. He grabbed her once more and started them on their walk. 

"Yes I remember" She eyed him patiently. 

"Well, I wasn't kidding. When I was growing up, I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I knew I didn't want to struggle like my parents did. I resented them for not being able to make ends meet sometimes, and we had to get by on bread and water basically." 

"I understand your anger and you were young Marcello." He gave a weak smile as she attempted to validate his emotions. 

"I blamed them and I was angry because I didn't understand Rain. I didn't understand how much they tried. I didn't appreciate them or my family. Soon I picked up two jobs to help out and fought my way through school. Anybody who talked about my clothes or picked on my brother or sister I whooped their ass. I was so angry and I held it inside. I didn't talk much. All I did was save money, but then I started spending it. I started getting high and drinking a lot." 

"For the pain." Rain commented softly. She could imagine him a poor soul. She knew very well that poverty was deeper than materialistic things. She remembered how it tarnished the soul and stepped on one's worth and value. 

"I would lock myself in my room and get high all day. Soon I forgot I just blocked out the world. I thought not caring about anything or anyone and keeping my shit inside would help." 

"But you still weren't happy." She seemed to be thinking aloud but he nodded because it was the truth. 

"Nope I felt hopeless and I never had a plan. Before I knew it, it was the end of my senior year. My grades were down the toilet and not enough money in the world could improve my grades or make a college accept me. I rebelled even more and started selling here and there. I started buying myself decent clothes. I wasn't half-bad looking well-dressed so I was able to get all the girls I wanted." 

"You were so much more than that I'm sure...but hopelessness can block our true potential." 

"Yeah, I could have been more but instead I was a jerk. My other siblings evolved. My sister Gabriella, she started taking Ballet. Don use to record her competitions, because he was a genius with film. Everybody had a gift but me and I was bitter. One night Gabriella came to my room she wanted me to come to her competition. I slammed the door in her face." Marcello paused at a small store venue and came back out with flowers. 

"Gabriella was the youngest?" 

"Yeah, she looked up to me. She should have looked up to Don. Sure I had beat people up for her but I was too wrapped up in my own shit to really care. I loved her and Don but I was in too fucked up a space to let them in...I wanted to go to her recital...it was strange how I just didn't feel welcomed." 

"Did you ever go?" 

"No, they left the house without me-" He stared off into the distance and Rain felt a feeling of grief wash over her. 

"They died that night." Her voice was quiet and laced with sadness for him and his lost family. 

"They died that night today and I never got a chance to say goodbye. I never got a chance to really tell them how much I loved them. Marcel wasn't even my real father. He came into me and my mother's life they had Don and Gabriella but he treated me as his own. I still felt the absence of my father." 

"I'm sure they loved you as much as they loved Gabriella and Don." 

"That's the sad thing. They did, but I couldn't accept that. I was in so much pain. I was angry at the world because I never felt good enough." 

She grabbed the roses from his hand before he crushed them and put a hand to his face looking at him. 

"You don't have to do this." She seemed to have an idea where they were going. 

"Yes we do." 

He started walking again and she followed right next to him. They walked into the graveyard their feet seemed heavy against the soft grass glistening with morning dew from the rain that fell last night. Marcello put his hands in his pockets and guided them past various graves. 

RAIN LOOKED ON THE GROUND CAREFUL NOT TO STEP ON THE HEADSTONES. The sky seemed to blacken over as she digested his words. He had carried around so much for so many years. 

She figured the army was his release. A place where he could take out his anger by training and risking his life. He was left with no one when they died. It hurt her to imagine him, a young man filled with regret and blame. He stopped and so did she as they reached four graves adorned with their names. 

He knelt to the ground and she started to step away to give him privacy when he reached out for her hand and pulled her down with him. He grabbed her hand as they kneeled in front of the graves. 

"Why did you bring me here baby? I know this has to be hard for you Marcello, you didn't-" 

"I did. I never got to say I was sorry, and I took them all for granted. But I wanted to show you that I've come a long way from who I use to be, but you deserve to know the result of my carelessness. A family ruined, maybe a curse, to show me what I really had and I blew it. If I could go back -" His voice cracked and she saw the tears come down his eyes. 

She released his hand and sat on the ground next to him and brought his head to her chest and stroked his cheek tears streaming down her own eyes. She ached for him and the hurt she knew was like a ball tumbling through him. 

"You still have a chance Marcello. You still can say goodbye. You still can say sorry baby. You can say it right now and they will forgive you. They're looking down on you now. They see the man you've become and they're so proud of you. I'm proud of you. You've shown me so many new things and whether you believe it or not, you're a damn good man. You hear me?" 

Her voice was shaky with tears. "Tell them they're watching you. Tell them baby" She encouraged him. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I took you all for granted. I loved you all but didn't know how to show it. I loved you so damn much! But God I felt like an intruder like I didn't fit. But I'm better now. I'm a man and I'm sorry. I've forgiven myself. To you Mom you gave me life and I am forever grateful and that's why I always watered your plants and let Don take the credit for it but I love you." He leaned against his mother's headstone and Rain laid down a flower. 

"Go ahead." She rubbed his back as they looked to Marcel's. 

"You are my father. You took care of me and I love you for that even though I didn't show it. I appreciate everything you did for me." 

Rain continued putting the roses down and clearing off the graves as they went. 

Marcello continued "Gabriela I'm sorry. You thought I didn't care about your ballet. Secretly I watched every video Don brought home. You were my little ballerina and I love you. And Don I use to cry in anger for you after I cleaned your wounds. I love you too." 

"They heard you baby and they forgive you. You can let it go and keep making them proud." 

He turned to Rain and kissed her all of the grief passing between them. She was touched that he would share this moment with her. She imagined them smiling down on him. She hoped her ancestors were right and they could hear him, feel his love, but as the sky cleared she knew they could. 

"And to you Rain." He grabbed her hands as he helped them both to their feet. "I'm sorry for the way that I treated you in the beginning and how I acted. You've shown me what true kindness and compassion is. I love you..." 

"Marcello ..." She was speechless as he held her tight and kissed the top of her head. The wind rippled passed them and her hair danced around their faces until Marcello tucked it behind her ears. 

He grabbed her hand and they started to leave. She couldn't believe she still hadn't said anything. Of course she loved Marcello but she wasn't being completely honest with him. Here he had laid all his demons in front of her, even his love for her, and she was still holding back. The question was would he love her the same once he knew the truth? 

* 

JAZZ PULLED UP TO A NICE APARTMENT COMPLEX. She grew nervous. She had told him she wanted to meet with him in public. She started to turn around when she noticed him coming outside to greet her. 

He was dressed in jogging pants and a crew neck white shirt. He was still handsome. He still carried his brown skin, crisp fade, and dark eyes well. He had kept himself up and still held an athletic frame. However, he looked different to her. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 07



She could tell his experiences had changed him. No longer did he have this cocky air about him. His walk was easy and his eyes were steady instead of shifty. She relaxed a little. She loved Connor and she was doing this to help them. 

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. She probably should have let him know. If she did he would take over and never let her be involved though. He had left her with no choice. 

William stood as she rolled her car into the parking lot and hopped out. She forgot how short he was. She had become so accustomed to Connors height and broad stature. 

"Jazz, I'm so glad you're here. Sorry to switch it up on you but trust me this is safer. Come up to the terrace." He turned after a sincere apology, which once again surprised her. She trusted her instinct and followed him up the stairs and onto the balcony outside of his apartment. 

"Are we fine to talk out here?" She questioned looking around and feeling as if they were being watched. 

"Yeah, the apartments are super secluded and as of now no one lives in this unit but me. I chose upstairs for the balcony." He smiled mischievously and she laughed. 

"I could see that. I remember you got someone kicked out of the upper level of the hotel just so we could get a room with a balcony." She scoffed. 

"Yeah, I was a real asshole back then wasn't I?" He lowered his head and Jazz reached out and touched his hand and then pulled back when his eyes met hers. 

"Look I didn't come here to throw the past in your face. I just came here to help my family. This is Deja vu all over again and lives may be in danger. I'm sorry if I offended you." 

"The truth can never be offensive. Jazz after the way I treated you, you referring to me as a jerk would be a grave understatement. That's why I am here, because I owe this to you and I need to right the wrongs by continuing to do what it is that you and your family need." Jazz was continually shocked by his behavior but she nodded. 

"Thank you. Now tell me what you know about what the hell Ellen has going on. Where's your informant?" Jazz said looking around and still feeling watched. 

"Dead." William said gravely and Jazz connected with his eyes once more. 

"What the hell? What happened? Ellen?" 

"Precisely. They found my client hanging in a cell. Ellen's craftiness and a history of my clients mental health issues had it ruled a suicide. There was no way to fight it without revealing my own extra-legal insight. I have no connection to Ellen's case. I know what I pay for if you catch my drift." 

"I'm so sorry about your client. Is she really that powerful on the inside?" Jazz was baffled. She knew Ellen was manipulative but the head honcho in prison? 

"More than you can imagine. Sex, drugs, and manipulation is her game. My client told me she's running everyone. She gets what she wants to the point where she rather be on the inside. She knew Connor and them would be coming soon. She got herself placed in the hole to avoid any visitors." 

"How'd she know they'd be coming?" 

"She's smart. She knew it was only a matter a time before you guys caught on to her schemes and word is whoever is working for her on the outside sends her word of what's going on. My client use to be in with them. Ellen's crew that is." 

"Crew?" 

"Yeah she's running a queen pen on the inside. My client told me she seeks out mental pleas- easier to manipulate. She chose one of them to let go on the outside. She wanted them to steal money from Connors Company and wire it to offshore accounts. Her ultimate plan was to set the company up for fraud and destroy Connors business." 

"Why put the money offshore and not on the books?" 

"She wants to build a drug pen on the outside. She won't try to leave prison till she builds herself up. After her little accomplice ruined everything, she was to dispose of all of you." Williams swallowed at his last words and Jazz's mouth went dry. 

"I think we know her accomplice. You recognize her." Jazz pulled out the ID's. 

"Yes, she's definitely a part of Ellen's crew. Her along with my client was on the inmates to watch list because of their affiliation. She goes by Jessica if I'm not mistaken. She was pleading insanity and wanted me to take her case." 

"What was she pleading insanity for?" Jazz questioned getting sicker by the minute. 

"She killed her husband. She claimed he was physically abusive, made her sell her body, and kept her doped up. She said she finally cracked and lost her mind. She claims not even to remember murdering him. I couldn't take her case, caseload was too large." William explained. 

Jazz rubbed her temples. This was a lot to take in. She had to let Connor know to go over those files. They didn't know what Jessica had did to set them up. In the end Connor could be being accused of fraud...then what would they do? 

"Damn, we should have killed her." Jazz shook her head and then shivered. She had left her coat in the car. 

"Do you want to come inside? Its chilly out and I have tea." He offered and gave a weak smile. She hesitated but decided he was trustworthy. 

"Sure." She followed him inside the house. "Listen William I need your help. The wheels are turning and I need you to get a permanent address for Jessica for me and any other addresses she may have had over the years." 

"I'm on it. It's crucial you guys find her. She's crazy and under Ellen's control I know firsthand how corrupt a mind can become." William admitted as her poured Jazz some tea as promised. 

"Also, I need another favor. A friend of mine has an ex-creep who has been um stalking her. He wrote her this letter. We're looking for him but he's nowhere to be found. We need a case when we do get the police involved. Can you get this scanned for prints? Unfortunately Rain and I have touched it as well but see if anything else comes up for me." 

"No problem Jazz I'm on it. Just keep sending me instructions." He handed her the cup after making it the way he knew she liked it. She tasted it and smiled. 

"William I cannot thank you enough. I hope you've been getting the help you need." 

"I have. I know you know I tried to commit suicide but I'm better now. Again I want to apologize for everything. The way I treated you still makes me sick to my stomach. I was insecure and mentally unstable. I know I traumatized you but I hope that in my absence and in my karma you have found resolution." 

"I won't lie at first to seeing you sink so low felt good and then I realized the pain was still there. I think forgiving you is the key. Everything that happen has lead me to have the beautiful husband and family I have today. I was too busy focused on the pain of the past to realize that." It hit Jazz like a ton of bricks. William was right. She needed to find resolution just as he had. 

"Jazz believing that my tarnished soul is a reflection of another is a false reality and trust me I've lived in a false reality and it did nothing but destroy me. I hope you can forgive me and know that I am truly forever indebted." 

"I forgive you." Jazz put down her cup and embraced William in a hug. Her eyes bugged open as she looked on the terrace and her eyes connected with Connors. She could see his hands shaking and she quickly released William and ran towards the glass door. 

She opened it as he stood there waiting. She backed up as he stepped in. 

"Now Connor this isn't what it looks like. William and I-" Jazz screamed as he quickly moved passed her and had William pinned against the wall by the neck. 

"This is who you've been sneaking off to talk to huh Jazz? This is why you've been acting so strange lately to come and be with him? I should break his fucking neck!" Connor screamed in Williams face and Jazz ran over to help him. 

"Connor please, William was only helping me. He's trying to-" 

"Stop! You think I wanna hear your lies?" Connor turned to her his eyes on fire. He had never looked at her with such anger and disgust. He finally breathed and let go of a gasping William. Jazz rushed to Williams's side to help him up. She felt horrible. 

"How sweet?" Connor observed in a tone that was unrecognizable. "You take me through hell accusing me of sleeping around on you and then I find you here behind my back. Hmm, seems fitting." 

"Connor will you just stop! You have no idea what you're talking about. I came here to get help. William has information-" 

"Lies! I contacted him earlier this week and he assured me he knew nothing. Isn't that right?" Jazz made eye contact with William and he lowered his head. 

"Connor I told you that because Jazz had contacted me and-" 

"Save it! Jazz I hope all of this was worth it. I'll make sure the divorce is speedy so you two can get going on this sweet reunion." 

"Connor, baby please. Don't do this. Let me explain-" 

"Get the fuck off of me!" He yanked his arm away and headed back towards the glass door. Jazz followed him but the door was quickly shut in her face with a warning for her not to follow. 

She turned to see William standing there shaking his head. "Jazz I'm sorry maybe I can-" 

"Fuck!" Jazz screamed and knocked over a small lamp table and then slid to the floor. How the hell had she done? 

* 

JESSICA AND JESSIE ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL, WHICH THE OLD WOMAN HAD DIRECTED THEM TOO. She had given specific instructions. 

"Are you sure this is it?" Jessica questioned. She was still holding a grudge against the Voodoo lady for her little antics with the candle. 

"Her reading was very precise. Trust me she's never been wrong." Jessie scoped out the building carefully spotting the entrance. 

"Humph, we'll see about that when this plan works. I find it hard to believe they'll just hand her over." Jessica commented but was quickly silenced by his steely gaze. 

"And if they don't I have a plan for that too. He opened the glove compartment and showed her the gun." She nodded and hid her nervousness. The last time she held a gun she had used it. She still remembered the feeling of her finger on the trigger and the impact of the release of the bullet from the barrel. It was terrifying. 

She had to keep her cool though. "Good, I love being prepared." She smirked secretly hoping it didn't come to that. She needed to get her mind right before she pulled a trigger again. Her husband's ghost was still haunting her. She was building up her courage to get rid of Connor and the gang. She had plans on hiring someone else but knew Ellen would be disappointed. 

"Good girl. Now let's go." Jessie demanded and she followed his orders. 

They walked in the door hand in hand. To the naked eye they looked like a beautiful couple. Jessica was wearing a pressed polka dot dress with beige heels. Jessie's hair was cut like Marcello's and slicked back from his face. His eyes turned warm and kind. 

They were damn near believable to even Jessica standing beside him. He was dressed in khakis and a button down flannel. He traded in his boots for some loafers instead. Jessica smiled even harder as they approached the front desk. 

"Hi Ma'am can I help you?" Jessica wanted to slap the taste out of the receptionist mouth for calling her that as if she was old but she kept her cool. 

"Yes please, I have an appointment with Dr. Conner. I've been having some chest pain." Jessica held her chest and expertly leaned over on the counter and Jessie grabbed her. 

"Hunny are you okay?" Jessie actually played his part and looked concerned as the receptionist called for a nurse. Jessica smiled on the inside as they brought out a chair and rolled her to a back room. 

JESSICA AND JESSIE DIDN'T WAIT FOR LONG. Dr. Conner appeared but immediately seemed confused. 

"I apologize Ms. Jessica." He said reading the form he was given from the nurse. "I don't believe I had you scheduled on my appointment list." 

"Strange we called and scheduled last week. They took our insurance and said you were scheduling new patients." Jessica quickly lied and Jessie smirked because he was impressed. 

"Well you're here now so tell me about this chest pain." He approached her and looked at her sheet. "The nurse said vitals, blood pressure, and everything looks good. Where's the pain?" 

"Below her breast bone." Jessie said and put his hand underneath her breast as the doctor cleared his throat. 

"Is this your husband?" The doctor questioned and Jessica nodded trying not to look flushed. He was obviously coping a feel. She didn't mind she had been trying to get him in bed for a month now. 

"Well has there been anything going on to attribute to it. Do you eat a lot of spicy food or have you been under a lot of stress lately?" He questioned. 

"Well about the stress. We have been going through a lot lately. My husband has been really depressed. We've recently gone to couples therapy and he finally revealed to me that he lost his whole family in a car accident years ago. We've been married for years and he never told me." Jessica pretended to tear up and Jessie consoled her. 

"She's right but I had my reasoning's. My family was everything to me. I lost my brother, sister, father and mother in that crash." 

"I'm so sorry for your lost." The doctor commented empathically. 

"I couldn't even give them a proper burial. My sister's body was never even found. The rest were burned too badly. I held on to some hope she may have been alive but eventually I had to give up." Jessie started to tear up himself. 

"She was never found?" The doctor questioned as his curiosity began to rise. 

"No, my little Gabriella was never identified and the only memory left is this faint old newspaper I carry around. I was foolish and gave up our house and possessions." He handed the newspaper to the doctor and watched pleasantly as his eyes bugged out of his head. 

"Oh my god, could it be? I've seen this little girl. She came in here for memory loss trying to find records of any family...and you...don't move! Please don't move!" The doctor quickly scurried away to call the nuns. 

Jessie and Jessica's eyes connected as the doctor fumbled over himself to go make the calls. The Voodoo lady was right after all. 

The nuns appeared later and began their questioning. Jessie and Jessica tried not to appear as annoyed as they actually were. They answered all the questions with rehearsed lies and provided fake identification. It seemed as if the nuns were becoming excited and were buying into their charade. 

"I can't believe the day we've prayed for has finally come. Sister Mariam go get Gabriella please." The nun left as instructed and Jessie grinned with excitement. 

"I never imagined this day would come and- Oh my god...Gabriella." Jessie fell to his knees expertly as they ushered Gabriella into the room. He cringed as she was the image of her brother. She had the same green eyes and dark hair. Her hair was a lovely and wavy mane falling to her shoulders. She was still young only a preteen. Yet, she was beautiful. 

He grabbed her only to find her stiff in his arms as he cried and cooed over her. 

"Are you sure he's my brother?" Gabriella pulled back and grabbed his face as he stayed on his knees at eye level with her. 

"Gabriella, it's been so long. The doctors told me about your memory and I know it may take some time but it's me and this is my wife Jessica. We want you to come home with us to be a part of our family." Jessie pleaded. He wanted to slap the little ungrateful brat. 

"I just can't seem to remember...your face is just-" 

"Honey don't hurt yourself trying to remember what you've obviously forgotten. We understand it'll take time." Jessica cooed trying to keep her own impatience at bay. 

"Our apologies, Gabriella has been without her memory for some time and this is all new to her. How about we schedule some visits to our home? We can give Gabriella some time to warm up to you." Jessie reluctantly agreed and they worked out a schedule. 

"Don't worry sweetie you'll remember soon." Jessica encouraged as they started to say their goodbyes. 

"Yeah...maybe." Gabriella whispered as she gripped Sister Miriam's hand. There was something that wasn't sitting right in the pit of her stomach. She hoped that what she felt was fleeting. What if this was her long lost family? If so, then how come she didn't feel good, safe, happy, and all the other great emotions she imagined. 

She hoped they didn't think her ungrateful 

"THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH!" Jessica pouted as they got back in the car. 

"Calm down. I have a plan." Jessie grimaced. 

"Like what? We can't afford to do this little meet and greet. What if her memory actually comes back because we're fucking with her? She could actually remember who Marcello is and exactly what he looks like. It's going to take more than hair dye and colored contacts for them to hand her over." Jessica complained. 

"Listen we won't be waiting long. Look they're leaving now and we know exactly where they live." Jessie started the car and put on his hat and pulled off Jessica's wig. 

"What are we doing?" Jessica questioned nervously. 

"We're taking action. Jessie waited a few minutes and then pulled out the parking lot slowly to tail behind Gabriella and the Nuns. 

* 

MARCELLO AND RAIN ARRIVED BACK HOME AFTER A LONG AND EMOTIONAL DAY. Rain couldn't shake her feelings of guilt. He had shared a beautiful moment with her and showed his ultimate sign of trust. It was killing her that she was still holding back. 

She stepped into the shower and let the water roll over her hair and down her body. She could feel the wetness of her hair sticking to her back as it fell to her butt. All of it was calming. She was grateful that Marcello had offered to put up the dishes for tonight and tidy everything up. She was proud at how independent he was becoming. 

She became so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the sound of the door sliding back. She turned and gasped and then sighed in approval at the naked god before her. 

"You want some company?" Marcello flashed her a brilliant smile and stepped in the shower behind her. 

She immediately fell against his shoulder as he lathered up a small towel and started washing her body with the lathered soap. She started moaning as he lathered up her whole body and then let the water fall over her and used his bare hands to massage her breast as the water washed away his handy work. 

"Marcello..." She whimpered his name as he kissed her neck and turned her around to face him. 

"I meant what I said Rain." He took her lips and their tongues met. Rain moaned into his mouth as he pushed her against the shower wall and put his hand softly around neck. 

"I know you did, but baby there is still so much we don't know and I don't want to hurt you if-" 

"Shhh its okay Rain. All I want to know is if you love me too." Marcello eyes met hers intently. His hand was still softly at the base of her neck. His other was on her wet bottom. She couldn't help but admire the beauty of his green eyes. They shone with sincerity under the flicker of his wet eyelashes. 

"Marcello baby listen I do but I need to-" 

"No second guesses Rain just tell me." 

"Yes." She pressed her forehead to his and gave him a long kiss. "I love you too with everything I have." 

"Baby that's all that matters for now and I'll accept that. You're all I need." 

"Baby listen I-" She couldn't get another word out as he turned her around, pressed her face against the shower door, and entered her with in one motion. 

She breathed heavily as he stroked in and out of her with strong thrust. She could feel the water fall over their bodies as he pressed wet kisses on her shoulder and neck. 

"Feels so good to be home doesn't it?" Marcello groaned in her ear as he picked up the pace and her body pressed harder against the shower wall and she moaned in pleasure. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 07



"Mm, Marcello yes baby!" She squealed as he grabbed her hands and put them together behind her back. He bent her face deeper into the wall as her ass propped out for him. He held her hands together behind her with one hand, and held her hip with the other. 

Rain moaned as the sounds of their love making echoed against the bathroom walls. She could hear the slapping of wet skin and feel the heat of their passion. His strokes were long and powerful as he rammed his dick into her tight pussy. 

She shook with pleasure as she loved the resistance of the restriction of her hands. He held on to them exerting complete control over her that she loved. 

"Fuck you feel so good." He groaned releasing her hands and grabbing the front of her neck. He put his other arm across her chest and held her close to him as he pounded his dick further into her. Rain leaned her hand back and bent her back loving what he was doing to her. 

"Mm Marcello, right there baby! Don't stop...please..." She pleaded as she gripped both of his hands with her own and closed her eyes in ecstasy. The feeling of his large cock sliding in and out of her pussy had her climax building. 

"Yeah...there ya go. Cum for me, fucking cum for me." He picked up the pace and looked down as her ass jiggled against his thighs as he fucked her into oblivion. He winced in unbelievable pleasure as he could feel her pussy tightening around his dick. 

"Yes baby, keep it right there...I'm ...fuck me!" Rain's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the waves of her orgasm wash over his dick. 

"I'm right behind you baby...fuck this pussy so good." Marcello pressed his body against hers as they fell against the wall and he pumped his seed into her. 

They both breathed heavily in bliss as he pressed kisses all over her shoulder and back once more as they whispered to each other how much they loved one another. 

* 

JESSIE AND JESSICA FOLLOWED BEHIND THE VEHICLE AS NIGHT FELL. Jessica begin to worry about his plan. They had been following for a while. She was surprised the nuns weren't suspicious. She noticed they looked back a couple of times but seemed unbothered. 

"Jessie what are we - Jessie!" Jessica screamed as he swerved his car on the opposite side of the road and then right in front of the nun's vehicle. She watched in fear as they slammed on their brakes to avoid colliding with them. "What the hell are you doing? You could have killed us!" Jessica screamed. 

Jessie ignored her and got out of his vehicle after grabbing and loading his gun. He looked around. It was perfect. It was a dirt road with steep grass and a lake at the bottom on both sides. He knew there had to be no other cars in sight. This road led specifically to the nun's house. 

He stood in front of the nun's car as they got out of the vehicle to confront him. 

"Sir is everything alright?" They both questioned him as they moved forward unexpectedly. 

"It's not but it will be." He answered and took out his gun. He watched as they both screamed in fear. He glanced in the car and saw Gabriella ducking underneath the seat. 

"Please, if it's money you need we can provide you with-" 

"Shut the fuck up! Woman come here!" He beckoned Jessica not wanting to reveal their names. 

"Yes." Jessica stood over by the car hiding her face and shaking. 

"Get the rope from the trunk." He requested and the nuns started crying. "Didn't I say shut up? Be quiet and I might not kill you." He instructed Jessica to tie their hands up and throw them in the trunk of their own car. 

He opened the passenger door and began to search for Gabriella. He saw her hiding below the seat and reached out and was met with her teeth. He pulled his hand back and cursed. 

"She's running!" Jessica cried out as Gabriella sprang from the other side of the car and began running down the road. Jessie took off after her and quickly was able to catch up. He was still athletic. He tackled her to the ground and they rolled. 

"Get off of me!" She cried as he hemmed her up by her shirt and she kicked and screamed. 

"You wanna die huh!" She stopped moving when the barrel touched the side of her skull. "Face forward and don't you dare fucking look at me." Jessie instructed and brought her back to the road where the cars were. 

"What do we do now?" Jessica asked nervously. 

"Push the car over the hill." Jessie instructed and Gabriella screamed. 

"No! Please don't do that. Why are you doing this?" She cried and Jessica swallowed slowly. 

"If they're found we're done for. They'll trace their steps. I say we take em to the voodoo lady. She'll know what to do. You drive them back to her and I'll take her somewhere secure." Jessica insisted. They needed to think this through because murder was not a part of the plan. She breathed deeply in anticipation. She avoided Gabriella's squinting gaze in the darkness. "Keep your head down!" She instructed the young girl. 

"Fine but I'm trusting you. Tie her up and throw her in the trunk of our car. Don't take her to your location just yet. I want you to follow us. We're going to see the old lady together. She'll have the final say on all of this. If she wants to axe the nuns they're gone." He said and Gabriella cried softly as Jessica tied her up and placed her in the trunk. 

Jessica closed the trunk and turned around only to be knocked to the ground by the back of Jessie's hand. 

"Don't you ever make us look weak like that again. Have you forgot what this is about! Get it the fuck together or we'll be making decisions on what to do with you next" he spat. Jessica got up from the ground silently and got in the car and started it while waiting for his lead. 

She knew he was right so she didn't protest his slap back into reality. She thought this was the life for her but outside of the walls away from boss lady's true guidance she was afraid. Boss lady had stressed to them to be their own woman but she was afraid that she had only learned how to follow but not to lead.



Fire and Rain Ch. 08



Hey Lovely's, Once again love all the feedback I received. I think one of the challenges of writing a short, compact, and decent story is how to fit everything in. That being said, my stories do follow this trend of sudden and rapid drama. Drama is definitely something that is a guilty pleasure of mine in writing and sometimes I can't help it when a scene or an idea comes to mind. I agree they have been immature, dramatic, and chaotic but it's all out of the love they have for one another. The characters are very flawed but they truly do care for another (which is shown not only in the crazy sex they love to have but in other ways too!). Comment, favorite, rate...yell at me...whichever floats your boat. As always with love- Dlovely 

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MARCELLO WOKE UP IN THE MORNING AND THOUGHT OF SHOPPING FOR A RING. He knew he wanted to marry Rain and start a family with her. He wanted his relationship with Rain to be different. He wanted to step into the feelings he had for her and embrace them. He wouldn't let his fears of lost stop him anymore. He wanted that real love and he wanted it forever. He never imagined that he would hope for such things but now it seemed inevitable. 

He had made love to Rain all night and decided to let her sleep this morning. He showered and collected his thoughts about the right way to do this. She wouldn't say no, would she? He hummed to himself as he lathered himself up with soap thinking of her. 

She had said she loved him and he was feeling good. It was like he now understood what all those stupid love songs on the radio were all about. 

Rain consume his every thought sometimes. At all times he wanted her near and underneath him. It was the consistency of his feelings that he found the proof that it was real. 

Rain was the woman for him. She could make him hard with just one glance of her sultry eyes. He had to take a deep breath just thinking of her long silky black hair that fell near her lower back, swinging inside the curve of it, and leading to the softer flesh that was her ass. 

Marcello had made love to her all over the house. Her scent radiated from his floors, and he considered it a luxury. He was content with having her, but he needed more. He was starting to think she was holding back though. There was something that always seemed at the tip of her tongue, but she acted too afraid to say it. 

He needed to just drag it out of her. He wanted to know more about her mother, her father, and her history. He had been reading about "the rez" on which she grew up on. According to his findings, life there could be very rough. Rain held her head high still, and he admired her for it. 

He knew he didn't push her more because he understood what it was like. He himself had a dark past and it takes time to reveal it all. He knew that he had received only glimpses but he was ready for the whole picture. 

He was willing to take Rain exactly as she was. He wanted that but didn't want to fight her for it. He smirked, just like her body, he wanted her to give it up willingly and without doubt. 

He had to laugh at himself. If only his crew could see him now. An ex-army special op's and hard headed bad boy falling in love. He was not only falling in love but head over heels deep in the pit of the abyss of love. He assured himself that if only they were to meet her then they would surely understand. 

Marcello figured that she must be oblivious to the tons of guys breaking their neck to see her beauty. He remembered a couple of times when he had to check someone a time or two. She would act shocked when he was quick to cuss or threaten someone out every time. She knew he didn't play that disrespectful cat calling perverted shit. 

His ears were sharp. He could hear it all. Wow what a sweet ass or Look at those perky titties. It would result in him nearly turning around and putting his foot in someone's ass. Rain would always intervene of course and then claim he was overacting. He was crazy about her though and didn't want anyone to think they could harass her with him standing right there. 

Okay, he thought. So maybe that one time when he dragged that guy out of the chair for trying to slap her ass at the bar was unnecessary and got them both put out. Okay, supposedly they're banned now but if those are the type of creeps they let in then who needs em. 

He figured she would just have to start wearing cloaks or some shit because until then no man was going to be touching her sweet ass but him. He finished his internal conversation on that note and wrapped a towel around his waist. 

RAIN WOKE UP IN BLISS. She felt her heart pounding thinking of the other day. They had confessed their love for one another. She couldn't believe that he felt that strongly about her. She couldn't help but think about how far they had come. 

Rain cringed thinking she hoped he didn't feel different now that it was morning. Her stomach turned and she thought about him telling her he had made a mistake. She thought about him telling her that he really didn't love her. 

She pushed out the negativity. There was no turning back now. He was her soul mate. She knew she had the power to heal him. Once she did could she stay? What would he do? Would he find another woman? The thought made her feel a rare emotion of fury and rage. 

She'd be damned. He seemed oblivious to the female attention. They would go to a restaurant and end up with the all too friendly waitress. Rain laughed, as she thought about the waitress constantly filling her cup with water, most likely a ploy to get her to go to the restroom so she could have alone time with Marcello. 

Rain was nowhere near the jealous type. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that the waitress asked him what he wanted to order while shoving her boobs in his face. Rain just gritted her teeth as the lady asked him in a sensual voice is there anything I can get you? 

Rain felt her inner Jazz come out as she mumbled you can get us a back off my man before I whoop your ass. Rain couldn't help it. Besides, between him and Jazz she was starting to pick up curse words here and there. Marcello was more than delighted with her increased vocabulary. 

Marcello, hmm what a man. She wrapped herself in the sheets, which he no longer occupied but still they held the scent of him. He had told her he loved her over and over again last night. He had made her feel so special and it seemed true that he only had eyes for her. No one had ever looked at her like they could see to her soul and reach deep down and touch it. 

No man had ever held her like him or kissed her and made her laugh so hard tears came down her eyes. Rain knew if she lost him...she didn't even want to think about it. She heard him coming and after failing to sexily position herself she gave up and played sleep. 

"Faking sleep now huh? Rain I've seen plenty of men play dead. You can't fool me." She cursed him and then giggled. 

She decided the jig was up and showed herself for the coward she was. She rose from the bed with the sheet wrapped around her body covering her. She felt shy in the daylight. He looked delectable for the morning. 

His slicked back hair was ruffled as he dried it with a secondary shorter towel. There were a few strands of black hair falling forward tapping his forehead in a way that added to his sex appeal. 

His wide mouth was set in a knowing grin and his green eyes shone mischievously. He walked to her. His long muscled legs brought him face to face with her in what seemed like less than three strides. He yanked the sheet away and grabbed her hands before she could cover herself. 

She squealed as he moved her against the wall and brought her hands above her head with one hand and took her chin with the other. 

"Marcello, what are you doing?" She asked as her breathing hitched bringing her perky breast up and down against his bare chest. 

"Why are you tryna' hide from me?" His eyes were no longer hazy with sleep. He was fresh out the shower and they were focused in on her. She felt his want for her wrap around her body and take her breath away. He dropped his towel and her eyes immediately dropped down to see his cock hard and ready. 

"Marcello, C-can't think when you touch me." His fingers grazed around neck and collarbone. As his hand moved away his mouth replaced the spot where it once was. His wet kisses had her rubbing her thighs together as her hands stayed above her head trapped. 

He sucked and nibbled on her neck and then licked and pulled on her earlobe. By the time he started circling his tongue around her nipples they became instantly hard at his handy work. Rain shivered as she could feel the wetness between her legs growing. 

"Mm that's a good thing. I love your body Rain. I love these round and soft perky breast." She cried out as he put her nipple softly between his teeth and pulled. 

"Ohh, baby." She leaned her body closer to him wanting to feel his dick. 

"You drive me crazy with those beautiful eyes of yours too. Don't ever hide from me." He grinned as she caught her breath as he turned her around and pressed her breast against the bedroom wall. His hand trailed down her back and her legs trembled. 

"Marcello..." She whimpered as he rubbed her ass and then smacked it with the palm of his hand and then repeated the motion. 

"This ass..." He kissed down her back and fell to his knees and laid kisses over her bottom. He massaged her cheeks with his strong hands loving the weight of her in his hands. 

"Yes..." Rain's body was aching with anticipation at this point as he verbally and physically showed the ways he adored her. 

"Spread your fucking legs for me baby, let me see my fucking pussy." He growled and she did as she was told. She bit her lips as he started to eat her pussy from behind. 

She could barely speak as she felt his tongue traveling up and down her slit. Once he found her clit he sucked on it until her knees buckled from the sensation. 

"Oh my god, Marcello that feels so good baby." She nearly lost it when she heard him slurping up her juices. She slid down a little as his thumb slipped into her ass as he ate her pussy like there was no tomorrow. She couldn't hold back anymore as she came and let her juices flow over his face. 

"That's what the fuck I'm talking about. That's a good girl." Marcello groaned as he slapped her ass, stood to his feet, and turned her back around. She couldn't help but be turned on as his lips glistened with her juices. 

"Let me show you how good I can be." Rain fell to her shaky knees and took him in her mouth. Marcello was her first in everything but she wasn't afraid. She felt sexy and confident in his presence. 

She massaged his balls as she moved her mouth up and down his cock. She knew she was doing a good job when his head fell back and his hands went into her hair. 

She worked even more. Her mouth was wet and working his dick with as much energy as she could. She felt his hands grip her hair tighter as she added her hand to the mix. She let her hand circle and stroke the base of his cock while she sucked on the head. 

"Fuck Rain! Come here." Marcello pulled her to her feet and lifted her up and slid his dick inside her slowly. He began to slowly work his cock into her welcoming pussy. Rain moaned in immediate approval of the pleasure that was taking over her. Marcello was so thick that he filled her up. 

"Ohh shit! Yes Marcello!" She leaned over his shoulder as her hair fell across his back. She felt his pumps quicken and she gripped onto him for dear life. Marcello moved back from the wall and fucked rain while steadying her hips. 

"You're fucking beautiful, you hear me?" He pounded his dick in and out of her pussy. Rain felt her wetness all around his gorgeous cock as he stroked her into ecstasy. He was digging deep into her pussy and she couldn't help but tightened up around him. She closed her eyes and all she felt was a haze of colors of sexual bliss. 

"Yes! Yes baby...ohhh." Marcello chuckled in deep satisfaction as her cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He used it as motivation to give her more of what he knew she craved. His grunts were animalistic as he bit her neck and then soothed it with wet kisses. 

"Mhmm that's what I wanna hear. Now cum on this dick just like you came in my mouth." He moved her to bed and laid her down to finish her off. He held her neck and stroked her pussy even faster. 

Rain and his eyes connected in intensity as he looked down and groaned in approval at the pinkness of her pussy glistening with wetness as he slid in and out. Rain kept her eyes still on his as he pumped relentlessly and she could feel her pussy tightening. 

"Ohhhh... yes...Marcello...right there!" She felt a tear roll down her cheek as she closed her eyes and let her love come down on him. Marcello leaned his whole body over and released himself as well and collapsed on top of her. 

He felt her twitch and he rolled over and pulled her into his arms. 

"I love you baby don't ever doubt that okay?" Marcello laughed deeply as he was talking to himself as she had fell back asleep. She was knocked out for sure. This time there was no faking his love had put her right to sleep. He didn't mind at all as she was cradled in his arms where he loved her most. 

* 

JESSICA STEPPED OUT INTO THE COLD NIGHT AIR TO TAKE ELLEN'S CALL. The nuns were still in the trunk of the car. They had been in there for a day or two until the voodoo lady was ready to greet them. Jessica was starting to realize that the old lady was starting to get sick. 

Jessie and she both thought Jessica was dumb but she noticed. All the energy she was exerting to perform her magic was draining her. She was no longer linked to Rain's youthful and positive spirit. Her negative and evil spirit could only carry her so far. Jessica had heard them arguing. 

She couldn't wait till it was all over. As soon as the plan was complete she would pay someone to get rid of them both. Jessica took a deep breath and then accepted the collect call. 

"Hey Boss lady." 

"Don't hey Boss lady me. Where is the fucking money?" Ellen questioned sharply and Jessica immediately started shaking. 

"Um, well see the money is complicated. I had to leave the company. They caught on to me in the office and at the banquet. I had to ditch all the files and let the weasel take the fall. I don't want to move the money because that's what they're waiting for me to do." Jessica explained and cringed when she heard Ellen scream and then bang the steel counter she was probably sitting at. 

"You fucking idiot! You got caught! That explains a lot. You mentioned my name didn't you, you little bitch." She could feel the spite in Ellen's voice through the phone. Jessica knew that if she was in front of her she would be being severely beat by now. 

"No, Boss lady, please listen I didn't-" 

"Shut the fuck up! You know how I know you're lying? Cause William, the fucking prosecutor, has been snooping around the jail asking questions he shouldn't be asking. And who do you think put him up to it?" Jessica heard a pause and knew she was waiting on her answer. 

"Marcello and Connor..." She swallowed. They were on to her. They were the only ones with ties to Ellen and her ex William. 

"Mm I knew there was a brain up there somewhere. I want you and that little cowboy Muppet to find William and make a clear message." 

"Yes, right away Boss lady." Jessica swallowed hoping she didn't want to see her anytime soon. She couldn't face her. She knew she was likely to be beaten to death for her screw ups. 

"What's being done about the money?" Ellen barked. 

"We have Marcello's sister now. The kidnap is complete. All that's left is to use her as leverage for the money and a clear slate." 

"Sounds like a plan. Don't screw this up Jessica. One more chance...and then it's back in here to be someone's play thing and without my protection. You know they find the craziest things in here to stick up each other's pussies. You wouldn't want a coke bottle up yours would you?" Ellen questioned and Jessica felt tears come down her eyes. She knew Ellen's threats were as good as promises. 

"No Boss Lady, I'll get it done." Jessica tried her hardest to not let the tremble or fear show in her voice. 

"Very good. I'll be in touch. Don't disappoint." Ellen clicked off the call and Jessica threw the phone in the dirt as Jessie came outside. 

What's the word?" Jessie questioned ignoring her tears. 

"William, Boss Lady's ex I was telling you about, he's been snooping. He's a prosecutor with a lot of pull and this is not good. We need to go to him and shut him up." 

"That'll be no problem but we have to handle this first. She's ready to see them." He nodded to the trunk and Jessica nodded that she was ready. 

They opened the first trunk of the car Jessica drove and grabbed a weary Gabriella. Jessica almost felt sorry for the little girl. She was merely collateral damage. Jessie pulled the nuns to their feet. He had to pull out his gun as they tried to run to Gabriella. They quickly stilled themselves and let Jessie take them into the house. 

Jessica picked up Gabriella but she put up no fight. Her tears continued to fall in silence. Jessie forced the nuns to their knees. All their hands were tied and their mouths were shut as well. The old woman came from the back room in a robe. 

Her white hair was even more striking as her skin had grown darker and her eyes as well. Gabriella's eyes went wide just at the sight of her. The nuns began to pray again. Jessica couldn't blame them. The woman was downright frightening. 

"Mm, the women who believe in a higher power. I have power too you know. Bring them to me." She grinned and the nuns put up a small struggle until the all so familiar gun was in their faces. Jessie dropped them back to their knees in front of her. 

Jessica winced and Gabriella cried out through her taped mouth as the old woman ripped the tape from the lips of the nuns. They screamed out and bent over in pain as her laughter spiraled in the air in pleasure at what she had done. 

"Open your mouths sisters." She instructed them. 

"Lord, our god we ask that you cover us with-" 

"Open your mouths now!" Jessie pistol whipped one and the other screamed. "Enough of all this praying...God can't save you now. Think of me as your keeper...you want to be kept alive...open your mouth now." He commanded and they did as told. 

The old woman was pleased and put droplets of a green liquid on their tongues. They were so thirsty that they begged for more. She quickly obliged them. Jessica knew this wouldn't be good. The voodoo lady wasn't one for good will. 

Her suspicions were confirmed as one nun dropped to the floor and the other one followed suit. She watched as Gabriella fell to the ground and began to sob. 

"Hush child. They're far from dead just in a deep sleep. Jessie take these herbs back to the nun orphanage and sprinkle them around the house. It'll help keep whomever is inside from leaving." 

"I already had the nuns call the others and let them know they were still in their travels. They don't expect them back for some time." Jessie explained 

"Good, bring them in the dark and cold room. The temperature will keep the trance." Jessie did as he was told and returned to the living room by himself with a camera. 

"What's that for?" Jessica questioned. 

"The message..." He said and then slapped Gabriella across the face. Blood rushed down her nose and Jessie laughed as he ripped her shirt and snapped photos of her. Jessica cringed but made no move to stop him. She knew it was for the best. 

She was more than grateful when he stopped there. 




Fire and Rain Ch. 08



"I know where to take them...if you're done." She asked hoping that a little slap and rip was all he had in store for the young girl. 

"This is enough to look like we've been doing horrible things to her. Clean her up, get her a new shirt, and put her in the back. We've got work to do." Jessie said and walked to the car. 

Jessica did as she was told and cleaned the girl up. She dressed her again as well. She figured it was safe to take the tape off. She made sure no one was looking and pulled the tape off slowly. Gabriella began to breathe deeply and then looked into her eyes. 

"You don't even know what you're doing...why are you working with them? Tell me why you kidnapped us...please help me." Gabriella pleaded with a dry mouth. 

"Be quiet and you may make it through this. I can't help you...I'm doing this to help myself. You're just collateral damage for my gains...hard truth sweetheart." Jessica didn't meet her eyes and started to walk way. 

"What do you want?" Gabriella pleaded again desperately. 

"The world and everything it took from me." Jessica answered her back still turned. 

"What's a man to gain the world but lose his soul?" Gabriella answered coughing on the dryness of her throat. 

"There's water and bread underneath the bed. Tell the Voodoo lady and you'll never eat again." Jessica said and closed the door but the words of the little girl were still echoing in her head. 

* 

WILLIAM WRAPPED UP THE LEFTOVERS FROM HIS DINNER, PUT THEM IN THE FRIDGE, AND CLOSED THE DOOR. He had just finished sending Jazz the rest of the files, pictures, and evidence he could gather. 

He felt bad for the drama he knew he had caused. Although, knowing Connor he was happy to be alive. His grip had seemed to have gotten stronger over the years. William rubbed his neck it wasn't the first, but he hoped it was the last time that Connor's hands were around it. 

He was on his way to his bedroom when there was a knock at his door. Who could it be this late? He looked in the peephole and saw no one. He started to walk away when he heard the knock again. He opened his door in frustration and looked out into the hall only to be met with a fist in the face. 

He stumbled back as he fell to the ground and heard the door lock and close. Before he could shake his pounding headache loose he felt a gun to his temple and he froze. 

"I want you to get up real slow for me and walk yourself over to that chair." William looked up into the somber eyes of a brown skin man with a cowboy hat on. He looked native from the narrow of his nose and his clay like skin. 

William got up and walked towards the chair. He didn't react but on the inside he screamed as he saw Jessica. So Ellen was on to him. He knew this couldn't end well. He knew in his heart he wasn't sure whether this was a hit or a hush beating. 

He willingly sat down in the chair. The gun in his face was a reminder of what could happen if he tried to save himself. 

"We're going to ask you some questions and you're going to tell us some answers." The man spoke. He looked to Jessica to read her expression. He raised an eyebrow as she looked worried. He was starting to wonder was she built to be a product of Ellen. Ellen would never let someone else steal the show. He was shocked that her "prodigy" appeared so out of sorts. 

"I'll do my best." William responded and was met with another punch to the face. 

"Don't get cute. Has Connor and Marcello been here?" He questioned William. 

"Yes they have. We're friends...is that how you know them as well?" William quipped and was met with a punch to the gut. 

"You keep testing me and there's a bullet in this chamber with your name on it. What do they know?" He questioned. William thought about his computer and was happy it was locked away with the other files. He had to think quickly though. 

"Fine, I told them that Jessica here had ask me to take her case. They asked me if I knew her and I said I did. I explained that to them and that was all. They didn't say why they were inquiring about her. Jessica knows that it's the truth." Jessie looked at her and she looked surprised. William was happy that it seemed she had forgot to share that detail with him. 

"Why would you ask him to work your case?" Jessie questioned her with the tone in his voice implying that she was stupid. 

"I totally forgot about that. It was before I had even fell underneath Ellen." Jessica said and then cursed. 

"Oh, so this is about my ex-wife? She wants me dead? Why, she already took everything in the divorce!" William screamed and stood to his feet in imaginary anger. He was going to play this angle to the best of his ability. 

"Hey! Shut up! Jessica is this what our little visit is really about? You didn't tell me-" William took the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. The gun flew from his hand and William went to reach for it when Jessica kicked it away. 

William stood and made a run for the door but Jessie was quick. Jessica jumped on his back and put her thumbs in his eyes and he screamed. Jessie quickly put his silencer on and shot William in the leg as he dropped to the ground in pain. 

Jessie quickly grabbed the blonde by the hair and pushed her towards the door. William rolled over in pain as he watched the man take a folder from his coat and drop it to the floor. 

"Give this to your friends. Go to the police and everyone dies. Time to commit a robbery." He smirked as he began tearing Williams's apartment to shreds. They quickly trashed the place as much as they could and exited the apartment. 

William cursed and continued putting pressure on the wound. He dragged himself up and grabbed his phone. He grinned. He was still alive and little did they know they had only enraged him more. Ellen wanted to play well it was a different ballgame this time around. He wouldn't allow her to run his life anymore. He knew what he had to do. 

* 

JAZZ HAD SLEPT AT DAVE'S FOR THE NIGHT. She woke up realizing she hadn't really got any sleep at all. She had messed up big time. The sad part was she didn't know how to fix it. 

On the brighter side, William had sent her the documents she needed. He had gotten her a copy of the board that showed Ellen's prison connects and Jessica was definitely on it. 

He was still working on the recent addresses. Jazz was frustrated with that because so far he had only the one where she had killed her late husband. Seeing as only he and Jessica lived there, she figured there was no one of relevance occupying the space now. 

"Morning sunshine." Dave walked in the room with some ibuprofen and some orange juice. 

"How'd you know?" She gave him a thankful smile as she grabbed both godsends. 

"I heard you crying all night Jazz." He said and she lowered her head after throwing back the medicine. 

"Dave, I don't know what's happening to us. This isn't us. The secrets, the competition, the petty ass drama." Jazz shook her head. They had been behaving like idiots. Connor like he was some cave man and her like a three year old. It needed to stop. 

"Jazz, I remember when me and Connor's mother were married. She was the love of my life. I loved her for better or for worse. Problems came as problems come naturally. One thing's for certain though, I wasn't going around creating unnecessary bullshit on top of the crap life already had to offer us." 

He nodded his head towards the living room and Jazz stood knowing what awaited her. 

CONNOR WAITED ON THE COUCH FOR JAZZ TO COME OUT. He listened as his father gave Jazz the same sentiments he had given him after he explained the situation. He wasn't trying to hear it at first but he knew his father was right. 

He knew in his heart that Jazz wasn't sleeping with William but she had went behind his back and that hurt. He watched as she came from the back room. She looked almost as bad as he did. Her beautiful brown eyes were red and puffy. His heart instantly ached for her. He hated to see her cry. 

"Hi." She sat next to him which surprised him and took his hands. 

"I hate seeing you like this." Connor reached up and wiped a lone tear off her cheek. 

"Connor I would never sleep around on you. I got so caught up in trying to prove myself useful. I didn't want to take the backseat anymore and just sit and be a target." She sniffled reminiscing on the past when she was being hunted down by that animal. 

"I know you wouldn't. I was so angry because you went behind my back but I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like a child. You're my wife and my partner...and you're a strong woman Jazz. You're intelligent, graceful, and full of heart. You're very capable and I should have treated you like it. I was being pig headed because I was scared." 

"Connor I still think about being captured in that house and feeling so helpless. I don't ever want to feel like that again. I need you to involve me for the very reasons you love me and want to protect me. Sheltering me is not protecting me though Connor. We've both been childish. It needs to stop. We're so much better than this." Jazz stood up and climbed into her husband's lap. 

Connor connected with her hazel eyes with his translucent green ones. He rubbed his large hands underneath her shirt and across her back and she leaned forward on his shoulders. 

"I agree. Now tell me every single conniving detail you know." Connor grinned as she pulled back and met his mischievous gaze. 

"I don't know, I mean this is pretty top notch detective work. Seeing as you made it so hard for me...I'mmmm thinking of playing hard to get myself." She bragged curving her fingertips back and inspecting them in all her sassiness. 

"Oh we can do this the hard way." Connor laughed and turned her over and began to tickle her as she struggled to get away. 

"Okay, Okay, Okay!! Connor I'll tell you." She breathed out breathlessly as he stopped his assault satisfied. "Just promise me we're in this together and the worst for us as a family is over." 

"I promise." He kissed her and sealed it and on cue her phone rung. 

"Hello...wait William slow down! Where are you? Is the ambulance coming? We're coming!" 

What's going on?" Connor asked standing to his feet. 

"William said Jessica and who I assumed is Jessie came to see him." 

"What? How the hell did they link up?" Connor started pacing. 

"That's not all Connor. There was a struggle and he's shot. He's bleeding badly. They left him loose to call the ambulance and left him alive to deliver a message. They know we've been in touch with him. We have to go help him! Dammit baby, what are we going to do?" Jazz breathed deeply. 

"Stay here. I'm going to-" 

"Connor..." She looked at him and he sighed and nodded. 

"Your right. We need to go together. Come on but you can stay in the car and I'll go check- 

"Connor just trust me." She turned to him and rubbed his arm and connected with his eyes once more. 

"I'm sorry... you'll go in with me just call Marcello and Rain and warn them while we're in the car. Now let's go!" Connor sealed the plan with a kiss and they were on their way not sure what was in store for them. 

* 

"WHAT IF YOU WOULD HAVE HEALED COMPLETELY?" Rain had questioned him as they laid together on the couch cuddled up hours later. 

Marcello grabbed her empty glass of wine and sat it on the table and looked down at her. 

"Hell, probably go back to the army, why?" He sighed feeling her go tense in his arms. "Baby that's not going to happen. The doctor said I would never completely heal and you know that. You have nothing to worry about." 

"If you could though Marcello ...by some miracle...you would right?" Her voice was laced with something he couldn't detect. It sounded as if her question was all knowing, as if she knew something he didn't. 

"I guess so yeah. The army was my life. It was my escape from everything bad. It made me a better man. It gave me a new family. I mean sure it's the reason I'm in this predicament and it's been troublesome at times on my sleep, but honestly it's what I loved." 

"It gave you so much and you gave so much back in return with nearly your life Marcello. I admire that." She spoke softly and still with the whisper of something he could not detect. 

"Thank you baby but like I said that's over. You're my family, you've been helping me grow, and I'm happy here with you. Fuck it, I've accepted that this is my life now. I like working with Connor, he's like my brother. I'm fine. Are you okay? Where is this coming from?" He leaned up and turned himself around to face her as she leaned up and faced him as well. 

"You know my people have a legend." She said instead of answering his question. 

"What legend is that?" He piped up with immediate interest. He was hoping she would finally open up to him about her culture. 

"That a whole generation of women on the rez get spiritual powers. It's not like witchcraft" she quickly disputed, "but like spiritual connections. They are in tune with the human body more than others. Some have sight where they can see emotions, the future, and one's past. Others are healers. I've always admired the healer." 

Rain swallowed hard as his focus on her was intense. 

"What's the story on the healer? How does it work?" He was definitely intrigued and always had a curiosity about spirits and vibes. "I've read about something like that about Native American Rain women. It's a fascinating myth." 

Rain relaxed a little at his naive words and smiled. Marcello felt himself blushing a little under her appreciative gaze. 

"So you've been reading up on my culture I see." Her heart grew bigger for him. 

"Yes, I wanted to know more about the woman I love." She gave him a quick kiss and then continued. 

"Well the legend is that the healer can basically heal. How it works is that they can take on the pain of the sick and or injured. They seep in all the pain and then let it flow in and out their body. Depending on how bad the damage is the healer can risk their own life. Their weakness and greatest strength is the rain." 

"The rain?" Marcello questioned still curious. 

"Every healer has one true love and soul mate. For the healer, the soul mate is usually someone who is ill. The healer knows because when it rains they can feel that person's pain. However, once they heal their soul mate they will no longer feel pain in the process of healing." 

"Wow, that's really cool. Are you named after this myth?" He said and she cringed the second time around as he called it a myth. 

"Yes...I am. Can I show you something?" Her voice cracked as she said it. She had to do it, it was now or never. He had told her what he wanted. If he was healed then it was back to the army. 

He would leave her, but it was what truly made him happy. She knew that after she healed him he would pass out for a long time. It would be just enough for her to make her escape. His wound was dangerous territory, but she was willing to put her life on the line for him. 

"Rain, what's going on?" His voice was on edge with worry. 

"You love me right?" She asked as she got off the couch and bent in front of his legs. She began to unwrap the gauze. 

"Rain we already did the stretching for today baby. It's okay and of course I love you." He looked down and saw fear in her eyes. He reached for her but she pulled away. "Rain, you're scaring me. What's the matter...is it something I said?" 

"Nothing, it'll all be better when you wake up. I love you so much, but I can't keep hiding who I really am. The pain is intense so I'm sure you may not remember this but I'll never forget you." 

Rain placed her hands on his leg and tilted her head as liquid poured out of her skin. All the rain from their many nights together coming out of her. The force came through her after and it was strong. The light burst from her mouth and she could hear Marcello scream. 

Then she felt it. The pain shook her body as tears rolled down her face. She could feel the bones being put back in place, tissue and flesh being mended back together, and the alignment of his leg. She screamed out herself not able to hold it in any longer. 

She was scared as she knew the pain was becoming too much to bear. She couldn't stop now though. She had to do this. She could feel the plate in his leg break into tiny pieces and dissolve. She shook as she took it all in, wanting to heal him so badly, so he could live out his dreams. 

She let the tears stream in a painful bliss as she imagined him pain free and no longer feeling useless. She let the light swirl around the both of them lifting her in the air as all the pain fell in a puddle of water beneath her body. 

Her hair spilled down behind her like a black curtain as her arms spread out. She had did it. She had healed him and was now lifted from all healing pain. 

Rain felt herself fall to the ground and she wiped the water from her lips. She looked at his leg. She smiled weakly. There was no scar and no traces of injury. 

She and Marcello had survived. Rain hurriedly drug herself across the floor trying to gain some strength. She had to hurry up and leave. She didn't want him to realize what she had done. 

She didn't want him to call her a freak and tell her he didn't love her. She had to leave before history repeated self. Once she left, she could never return again. 

* 

"DAMN THEY'RE NOT ANSWERING BABY." Jazz tapped the end button for the fifth time. 

"You call them both?" Connor questioned glancing over at her and then putting his eyes back on the road. 

"Yes I did and still nothing. You think something's wrong?" Jazz questioned with a worried look in her eyes and Connor grabbed her hand. 

"They're fine. They have no idea where Marcello lives and he's smart. They wouldn't be able to make it to the front door without his knowledge. I know him and I know he's fine." Connor reassured her and himself. 

"Once we go see William, if they don't answer then we're driving over there." Jazz said and Connor nodded in agreement. 

They pulled up to the apartment to see the ambulance handling William and his wound. Jazz breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Hey, I think I should go over there. I don't want the police getting suspicious. We don't know what the situation is." Jazz told Connor and he nodded again agreeing and trusting her judgement. 

"I'll be waiting down here. You just come when the coast is clear." 

Jazz got out the car and ran over to the ambulance and immediately put on fake tears. 

"Oh my god honey, what happened?" William seemed confused at first but then played along. 

"Someone broke in my apartment and robbed me. The police are just finishing up." 

"Oh my god, Are you serious? What did they do to you? Have you been shot? William-" 

"Listen babe, I need you to calm down and listen to me. I'm going to the hospital but I need a favor. I need you to grab my briefcase from upstairs. I have some papers I needed delivered to the courts tomorrow. Is it okay if she grabs that?" He asked one officer and he looked between the two of them and then agreed to oblige his request. 

"Forget about a briefcase William, are you okay? Who did this...I can go-" 

"Babe listen it's very important that those papers get turned in and I am fine. Okay? Everything is fine it's a flesh wound and the police are working very hard on this." William assured her smiling on the inside. She was playing her role to a tee. 

"Mam' I can assure you my men are working very hard as your husband here says. Now go get the briefcase and if you want you can follow us to the hospital-" 

"No she won't be. Her father is very ill and we were set to leave town tomorrow to visit. You'll take the trip without me while I stick around for any questioning...and that was me telling you not asking you. Everything is fine. Just please do this one thing for me and then send them my best wishes please." 




Fire and Rain Ch. 08



"William, I can't just leave-" 

"You can and you will...please." William continued and Jazz nodded as he wiped her fake silent tears. 

"I'll go get the briefcase." She said in an effort to look resigned and made her way to the apartment. She grabbed the briefcase and then waited with him until the ambulance took him away. William had also slipped a key in her hand as well. She knew there was more he wanted her to get. 

She walked back to the car and was grateful that Connor had smartly gotten in the back seat. They watched as she got into the driver's side seemingly alone. She drove a couple blocks down and they waited until the police and ambulance had gone. 

"Good job." Connor said and gave her an appreciative kiss. He couldn't lie it was turning him on seeing her at work like this. 

"I got the briefcase he instructed me to get but there's more. He slid me a key. I think we need to go in and take a look around. I think he wants me to get his laptop and if I know him then I know where it is." Jazz assured Connor and he was more than willing to follow her lead. 

Jazz covered her mouth as they walked in and the place was torn to shambles. They made sure not to tamper with any "evidence." Jazz grabbed some handy gloves from her pocket learning her lesson from Rain's letter. 

She ventured into what she assumed was the master bedroom. She opened the dresser and surely when she pressed on the inside it popped open like a door. William wasn't a fool after all. She had found the drive, which to her was better than the laptop. She grabbed it loose as it was tapped behind the secret door. 

"I hope we get some leads from this. Williams done some great work though. We need to find somewhere to place him for protection though. I'm sure they'll be back." Connor commented stuffing the drive in his pocket. 

"Sure, but first we need to go check on Marcello and Rain. I'm worried about them..." Jazz trailed off as Connor tried them again and sighed. 

"Yeah, I'm getting nothing..." Jazz and his eyes connected and they both felt the chill. There was definitely something going on. Neither one of them spoke but they were both thinking the same thing. 

They were hoping that Jessica and Jessie didn't get to them first. 

* 

MARCELLO FLUTTERED HIS EYES OPEN AND BLINKED RAPIDLY. He slowly lifted himself off of the floor. He touched his shirt. He was soaking wet and laying in a pool of water. What the hell had happened? 

The last thing he remembered was Rain right in front of him and then he blacked out. 

"Rain!" He looked around the room and then looked to the clock in the kitchen. He couldn't have been out for that many hours. He got to his feet and called out for Rain again with no answer. 

He looked for her frantically as a horrible feeling washed over him. He knew she was gone. He could feel the emptiness of the house closing in around him. He called her phone multiple times until she finally picked up. 

"Marcello-" 

"Rain where the hell are you? I woke up in a puddle and-" 

"Marcello it's over. It's all over and everything is fine now. My work is done and so are we." 

"Rain what are you talking about? Baby come back to the house. Rain...Rain!" She clicked off the phone and he called her back several times. She didn't answer. He put his hands in his hair still confused. What the hell had he done? 

He sat down on the couch and screamed in anger. He then stood and paced and then stopped. He suddenly flipped over and landed solid on his feet with no pain. What the hell? He quickly pulled down his pants and looked at his leg. The scar was gone and he couldn't feel the plate. 

My work here is done. Her words kept repeating in his head until it dawned on him. 

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" He said. How could he have been so blind? He had to find her. 

He quickly grabbed his coat and opened his door only to be face to face with Connor. 

"Marcello...We have something you need to see." Connor walked in with Jazz on his heels. 

"Connor this is not a good time. Rain is-" 

Connor handed him the folder and Marcello opened it and then dropped it to the ground. The pictures flew across the floor. Marcello started shaking as he reached down and picked one back up. He lifted it to his eyes and was face to face with a bloody Gabriella. 

* 

RAIN TRAVELLED DOWN THE ROAD WITH TEARS ROLLING DOWN HER FACE. She knew she was still very weak. She should have stayed to rest but she couldn't risk being there when Marcello finally awoke from his temporary slumber. 

She knew she was doing the right thing by leaving. It was what was best. She knew that once he realized who she really was he would never look at her the same way. She also thought about him going back to the service. 

She thought about not healing him just to make sure he stayed by her side. She knew it wasn't right and she needed to let him go. She needed to give him back his dreams. It was the least she could do for keeping her secrets from him. 

She blinked rapidly and turned up the radio. She felt herself starting to nod off. Pull over Rain. She told herself but she couldn't even muster the energy to turn the steering wheel to the side. 

Rains hands slipped off the wheel and the car began to swerve. She quickly tried to gain back control but when her eyes opened she was staring right into the headlights of another car. She couldn't react fast enough as they collided. 

She tried to whip the car to the other side and hit another car. She felt her car flip as the windshield cracked and the glass shattered. She saw images of Marcello's face before everything went black.