by Rose Marie
“Wait!” Jazz reach fer her stomach blinkin’ confused. “So, it’s not impossible?”
“Aye, it’s not impossible, but if yu have a boy will yu work wit’ yer uncle tu help him carry on the line?” Jazz looked at Conner and stepped back as if he’d struck her.
“I would never allow my child near the Yakuza.” Conner raised a brow cocked his head tu the side, then shrugged.
“Then there is nothin’ more I can do fer yu or Ackman.”
“We pledged ourselves tu yu. I went AWOL askin’ yu fer help. Why half-ass it?” I growl, pissed.
“Do yu honestly think a beat and broken assassin and an AWOL Irish- American soldier can do anythin’ fer me that I canna do fer me meself? Yu both are more work and effort than yer worth, so in order tu balance that playin’ field, yu will pay me back by havin’ yer son take over the Yakuza branch. Later, when I have a son, they will work together along wit’ some others and take over the underground criminal world, makin’ the Irish Mafia untouchable.”
“But- no I can’t allow this. You’ll render this Yakuza branch obsolete.” Kenji stated once he was over his shock. Conner raised his brow and rolled his eyes.
“I’m doin’ the exact opposite. I’m givin’ yu a way tu clean up the bastard's yer father placed in yer way, like yer current Wakagishira, and givin’ yu an heir. The only thing is I want yu tu continue tu keep word about her being alive from the Cartel. I dinna have enough information or power tu take on Javier but when I do, I will tell yu how tu handle it.”
“So, we are to be nothing but pawns in your rise to the top?” Jazz left me side and stood next tu her uncle, fist balled. Just as I was goin’ tu stand next tu her, he laughed and even a grown man like me could hear the evilness course through it.
“That would be correct. Yu give me wat I want or every one of yu can happily see the same fate as the old Oyabun. I’ll give yu thirty seconds tu decide. I have fly back tu American tu finish me homework. God ferbid I miss school, or the cute little Black Beauty who sits next tu me willna have something tu stare at all day.”
“You are evil.” I ball me fist thinkin’ about wat might come of a child if we left them in the hands of this monster.
“Thank yu.” Conner shrugged and smiled, makin’ us all turn away and ultimately sign ourselves over tu the Devil because livin’ tu see another day wit’ Jazz is more important than a child we might not be able to conceive.
Afterward, Conner kicked out Jazz while he talked business wit’ Kenji, leavin’ me tu carry Jazz tu the car because she ran out of steam. By the time I make it out tu the car, Jazz is asleep in me arms and O’ Malley gets out and opens the door fer us where I slide in feelin’ tired and reflectin’ on everythin’ I did and all the people I killed in anger. I never thought I was capable of somethin’ like that.
“Wat yu thinkin’ about back there?” O’Malley asked from the driver’s seat.
“Honestly? Of how much I dinna know I was capable of betrayin’ the oath I took to the American government. I canna believe I killed so brutally, and I’m goin’ AWOL.” He nodded and looked at me from the rearview mirror
“Are yu religious Ackman?” Shakin’ me head no and watching him smile, then look away. “Me either, but I heard once in church when my family dies a scripture that seems tu stick wit’ me, it goes: For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.” Jazz opened her eyes and looked over to O’Malley.
“I guess I have no choice but to forgive my Ojisan if I want to have a happy life then. Thank you, even though it was not meant for me, I feel better already.” O’Malley turned his sad eyes tu Jazz and sighs.
“I’m glad at least one of us can forgive. I, unfortunately, will never forgive the person who killed me wife and son.” I think back on the guy that set fire to the orphanage that O’Malley’s wife worked in eight years ago. That day, the fire killed teachers and the priest who owned the orphanage as well as all the children, including O’Malley’s son, who had gone tu work wit’ his mom that day. It was a tragic story, and as sad as it is, they never caught the arsonist, and he’s held a grudge since then. The conversation was cut short when Conner opened the door and got in the car. “Where tu, boss?”
“I have school, so take me home. Also, Adam make sure Ackman disappears. Also get rid of the passport yu got him fer now. He’s AWOL from the American Military; they are a pain in the arse tu deal wit’ so I need tu dig up some dirt befer I’m confident enough tu make them leave him alone fer good. I’ll be damned if I let all me hard work go tu waste, and if yu havna already make sure tu officially change that girls name. Oh, and message Cain and Cillin and tell them I’m alright or those wankers will never stop worryin’”
“On it.” I shake me head and look over tu Conner and wonder how the feck did he gain so much power and respect? Wat the feck did Patric do tu him? The way he speaks and how he acts is on par with someone me age or older. It’s such a dramatic difference from the boy he used tu be, tu the point I canna help but stare at the bored-looking boy who was cleanin’ dried blood from under his nails. Shakin’ me head, I send up a prayer even though I’m not religious. I wasna praying fer meself… no, I was praying fer the poor woman Conner fell for. She was going tu need all the prayers she could get, so I might as well start before they even meet.
No one said anythin’ the rest of the way tu the airport, nor once we board the private jet that had Conners initials engraved into the leather. Just how feckin’ rich is this kid? Once I lay Short Stuff down in the room, I shower wit’ a million things swirlin’ around in me head. I’m a fugitive and the newest member of the Irish mafia, but I dinna care. I dinna know wat the future holds fer me but if I had her by me side, I know it’ll be worth it.
Chapter Eight
Ackman
A Happy Ever After
“Damn, who is this kid?” Short Stuff asked, walking through the house Conner let us borrow until he cleared things up enough fer us tu get our own shite.
“I keep askin’ meself the same question, Short Stuff. Anyway, let’s shower and get tu bed.”
“I might not have shown you much of it, but I’m tougher than you think. I kill people for a living, you know. Besides the only thing that’s kicking my ass right now is the time change. America is so confusing.” Chucklin’ I walk’ up tu her and I scoop her into me arms layin’ her on the bed.
“I dinna care wat yu say, none of that matters tu me.”
“Why are you so good to me?” I pause fer a second, thinkin’ hard.
“Honestly, because yu have good pussy, so I’m doin’ everythin’ tu keep it within me grasp so I can eat it fer the rest of me life.”
“You are so nasty.”
“Aye, but at least I’m honest, and dinna hear yu complainin’.”
“I’ll never complain about that, and I love how honest you are. Maybe one day, it’ll be more than that, though.” Smirkin’ I shrug.
“I dinna give up me a career and go AWOL, and join the Irish Mafia workin’ fer the devil himself, simply fer pussy. Me feelin’s are genuine.”
“As are mine! But can I make two confessions?”
“Aye.”
“Okay the first one is… I’m willing to experiment if you’re into that kind of thing.” I raise me brow curiously.
“Experiment, aye?” She bit her lip, embarrassed, noddin’ as I set up and pull off of her clothes gently enough not tu disturb the new stitches the doctor gave her a couple of days ago when we arrived in America. Placing kisses around them, I groan, missing bein’ inside of her.
“Y-yes I… I’ve been with both men and women.” Now that piqued me interest.
“One day I dinna mind, but for now, let me focus on yu and me.” She reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck smilin’. “Now, what’s the other?”
“Well, honestly, I prefer calling you, Commander.” Chuckl
in’ I kiss her lips secretly prayin’ fer her tu heal faster so I can stop havin’ tu be so gentle wit her. Grabbin’ her by the waist, I flip her over and set her down on me. I cup one breast in me hand while I take the other in between me teeth. When I look up, I see her eyes are shinin’, and I can tell she wanted it just as much as I did. Shite, its been a long time since we fecked. The most we’ve done is oral sex. She was sore from her incident. Once we found she was cleared of any Sexually Transmitted Infections I made sure tu gently lick her pussy every night tu soothe her tu bed… but now I want more.
“Yu can call me wat yu want Short Stuff. How are yu feelin’ down here now?” I asked, touchin’ her pussy lips wantin’ tu slide me fingers inside.
“I feel better, Commander.” Now that’s me, little naughty bitch.
“Yu up fer ridin’ me cock?” She quickly pulls me shorts down and grabs me cock, strokin’ it.
“Is that an order, or are you askin’ me?” I tap her arse growlin’.
“Get the feck on now and stop playin games.” She throws her head back laughin’, then gently seats herself fully on me cock.
“Feck me, yer so wet.” I tell her, grabbin’ her hips while simultaneously thrustin’ into her as I push her down. I had tu much pent up energy and I needed a long… long… long fuck tu ease the ache that I’ve been dealing wit’.
“Oh shit! Yes Commander! Oh, God fuck me more, please, I missed you! Shit, it feels so good, ughn!” Shite, I missed this! I missed using her how I wanted! I missed getting her pussy gushy enough tu make clappin’ noises. I grit me teeth; unable tu stop the groans from comin’ while me eyes roll tu the back of me head.
“Feckin’ ride this cock Short Stuff! Feck yeah.” She moved my hands from her hips and started bouncin’ hard on me with a self satisfyin’ look on her face. “Feck yeah, give me everythin’ yu got.” I sit up, grab her head, and look in her eyes. The sexy look on her face had me goin’ wild.
“Commander!”
“Yu feel so fecking righ’.” I run me thumb over her engorged clit pinchin’ it, makin’ her face light up and her walls clench around me in a vice grip so sinful, I can see heaven fer a bit. Pumping hard enough tu get off but not hurt her, I grunt, pullin’ her in fer a kiss as I release rope after rope into her with reckless abandon.
“I love you, Commander!” I never thought words of affection could turn me on, but here I was after cummin harder than ever, more turned on than I have ever been in me life. I had no words.
“Jazz… I-” she placed her hand on me lips then kissed it smilin’.
“I can wait. I don’t need you to say it when I already know. If you need a bit of time for your heart to catch up to your actions, I can wait. I’m not going anywhere.” Me heart was racin’ faster than it ever did when I was on a mission tu catch a terrorist. God, she’s tryin’ tu kill me wit’ her cutness. Hoppin’ off me, she snuggled in me arms. I go tu get up tu start a shower fer us and help clean her out, but she stops me.
“Wat? Yu dinna want tu shower and clean yerself out?”
“Uhm… not that I’m particulary ready tu be a mother or anything… I mean, I’m only eighteen, but…” she sighed lookin’ away. “I always thought I couldn’t have kids, so now that I know it isn’t impossible but just harder for me, I want to take every chance I have.” The fear on her face told me that the bravado she showed me earlier in our meetin’ was false, makin’ me pull her in me arms and hold her.
“I promise.”
“Promise what?” She tried tu look at me, but I kept her face in me chest because I’ll be damned if I cry in front of her with all the shite she’s been through and barely shed a tear.
“I promise tu love yu forever, and tu give yu a kid. That second bit might take longer than we want, but I swear I will give yu a baby.” Fer a second, she dinna say anythin’, but then I felt wet spot on me shirt and her little arms shakin’.
“Thank you… thank you for changing my life. I love you so much.
“I love yu tu Short Stuff. I love yu tu.”
~*~
I’m happy tu say wit’ the help of Rose I was able tu keep me promise on both ends, tu love her ferever and give her two kids. Thank yu fer readin’ The Assassin and The SEAL, me Short Stuff, appreciate yu. Oh, and look forward tu our son Adain’s book; he definitely takes after his father… and that crazy nephew of mine tu unfortunately. If yu haven’t read Conner’s book, yu can check out it’s called The Irish Don’s Black Beauty. Anyway, until next time. See ya!
The End.
About the Author
Rose Marie is a writer of books that are not for the faint of heart. Interracial Romance is her favorite, but no matter the genre, you can expect them to be steamy and a bit taboo. Outside of her writing bubble, she’s a stay at home mother of two beautiful children, and a wife to a man who sparks inspiration for a many of her dominant male characters.
Her goals are to be an amazing mother, a wonderful wife, a New York Times bestselling author, and a household name in the writing community.
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