Epilogue
Amanda's POV
Two day later I was feeling stronger and more like my old self.
Ella pampered me at breakfast with my favorite foods and then I headed to the gym. Bobby had cleared me for Tai Chi because it was low impact and I was so happy,
I felt like I was gettin' on with my life finally.
When I got to the gym I was met with a tidal wave of black uniforms and pearly white grins.
There were multi colored, freshly plucked rose petals sprinkled all over the mats and a huge ugly banner that said, "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DE-FLOWERING, CHOPPER!" It looked like it had been hand painted by kindergarteners.
This was so naughty and embarrassin'! I was gonna' have to jerk some knots in some tails! Then this evil idea settled on my brain.
"Mornin', Guys!" "MORNING, CHOPPER!"
"I got some bad news, boys."
"Operation De-flower was a No-Go."
"A total hit and miss."
"Failed Mission."
"Big.. Ass.. Clusterfuck"..
They looked at Santos with shame and sadness in their eyes. Like he was a fallen comrade.
Lester put his hands on his hips and was giving me the, WTF, you're killing me look.
"It was a FUBAR'D attempt, guys."
"So, I'm gonna' need your help with this mission.
Line up, boys, and drop trou'!..
Gotta' see who's got the goods to complete the objective."
Now all those pearly white teeth had been replaced by the whites of their big eyeballs and it looked like about half were ready to go AWOL.
Behind me, a Ranger rarely seen, bent over grabbing his gut and fell over on the floor with hysterical laughter.
The end of this story…
I hope you enjoyed this. My thinking about the love making between these two was that her being adventurous and he an ex-playboy it would be unique, a little kinky, fun, but extraordinarily tender and satisfying for them. They would never be bored.
The Cartel story was true but the jail cell was Chicago and Zambada did actually.