I can’t stop thinking about the striking Italian woman waiting for me at home, and I haven’t been able to shake my thoughts of her all day. Another hour or so, and I’ll be sinking deep in her ravishing pussy.
I walk into a bit of disarray slung through the flat that instantly has my guard flaring to life. I seek out Ismerlda, finding her sitting at the end of our bed, wearing a lost expression. Her cheeks are tearstained and swollen. She must’ve already found out about her family. I was looking forward to having a bit more time with her before we had to deal with the outcome from one of my previous rash decisions.
I wipe my face clean, my demeanor appearing aloof. I have to pretend I know nothing and allow her to come to me, let me be her savior in this. “Darling?”
Her gaze snaps to mine, her body shifting to me. I doubt she realizes she does it, but it’s enough for me to notice. “You’re here?”
“Is everything all right?”
“Oh like you care,” she ridicules, staring me down as if I’m a shitstain on a toilet. Here we go…this must be the anger stage, I suppose. I’ll take her attitude, along with the apologies that I’m sure to follow.
“You’re my wife. I care about you.”
She cackles, the sound a bit deranged coming from her. “So I am…” she announces and stands, pulling a gun from behind her to point at me.
“What’s the meaning of this? You’re brave to point that in my direction when you know I can still kill you without much fuss if I should desire. Think rationally and let’s have a chat about this. I’m sure whatever’s bothering you we can figure it out.”
“Oh, kill me…like you easily killed my parents? My nonna? You really are a sociopathic bastard, aren’t you? My fucking nonna?” she ends shrilly.
“Me?”
“Don’t lie!” she screams suddenly, causing me to jerk with the noise and emotion. “I know it was you. I know everything, you piece of shit!”
Fine, if this is the route we’re taking, so be it. I was really looking forward to not having to kill her. I had plans for us, for our future together. “I had to make some agreements. It was necessary.”
“Necessary?” she gasps in outrage. “You agreed to my parents dying! To my entire line being eradicated! Tell me how that’s acceptable in any way?”
“I won’t discuss business with you. Mafia wives should know when to keep their noses out of things.”
“Fine.” she cocks the gun. “Then I’ll start shooting you. Remember how good of a shot I am? I can unload this clip without killing you. You’ll tell me eventually. My father didn’t raise a fool. I’m a woman. I’m not weak. I thought you understood as much about me, but it looks like I’ve been wrong about you all along.”
“I don’t believe you’re weak. Look at how brilliant you are in this very moment.”
“Don’t change the subject!” she shouts, livid. A shot rings out and debris from the ceiling peppers all over the place.
“Fuck, ease up on the flat, yeah?” It’s the wrong thing to say I reckon, as her face further reddens and she lets out this girly squeal sort of noise. That temper of hers is hot tonight, and I’m not thrilled to be on the opposite end of the gun she wields. “Where did you get the weapon? Were you in my safe?”
“Ease up? You’re unbelievable.”
“You keep repeating me,” I comment, and a shot comes far too close to hitting me. She missed me on purpose, I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise.
“What made you think I’d ever be okay with you giving the approval to take out my famiglia? Marrying you was supposed to help them. I did it to protect them all, or else I never would’ve walked down that aisle. I never would’ve spent my wedding day waiting on you to handle business to save them.”
“That so, darling? You’re going to play it like this, not admit to the feelings you were getting up to with me? You seem to rather enjoy pulling the oblivious card whenever it comes to us and suits your needs.”
“Fuck you. Sexual attraction doesn’t mean anything. You of all people should know that. I may’ve wanted to fuck you, but it ended there. I married you because of false promises it’d keep my mother and father protected…They’re dead, Max. Dead. You may not have feelings, but I do. I loved them, so much, and you let them die without another thought.”
“How do you know it was me behind any such orders?”
“Don’t fucking lie to me! This whole situation was you and the mob. I know it was you. You lied to my father and ultimately to me. I guess I should’ve expected nothing else, huh?”
Her words spur me forward. Gun forgotten, I crowd her space. Leaning in until my nose presses to hers, I growl, “Careful now, love. I don’t tolerate this behavior from just anyone. I’ve killed men for speaking to me with such disrespect.”
“The truth too much for you to handle, Maximillian? You ready to murder me next?”
I growl in response, shoving my nose into hers hard enough that tears fill her angry eyes once more. She’s fucking looney if she believes I’ll sit back and take this scolding like a kicked dog.
Yes, I gave the bloody fucking agreement to her family dying. The bottom line was I only cared she lived, not any of those other pricks from the Five Families. Her and Joker…everybody else can rot in the cold, hard ground. Hell, I’ll put the tossers under if necessary, but her and T will keep on breathing as long as I walk this godforsaken earth. I’ll make it happen.
Without overthinking my actions, I reach for her blouse. Ripping the material down the middle, I shred it until I can shove the offending cloth from her shoulders. Her slacks are next. I yank the belt lose, then tear her button and zipper free. “Hate me all you want, but your body doesn’t lie about how much you want me.”
“There’s no excuse for what you’ve done,” she attempts, but I smother her words with my lips, owning her mouth. She’s no longer just a woman rooming in my flat; she’s my wife—mine. I won’t hold back simply because she’s throwing a tantrum. “You heartless bastard,” she manages to pull back enough to get the words out. I’m right back on her again, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth, making her respond to my passion.
While our tongues tangle, each battling for dominance, I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. She’s so bloody perfect, I can think of nothing else but being inside her this very moment. My trousers are shoved down next. I’m not wearing anything under them, and my cock springs free. I shove her backwards towards the wall of windows overlooking the city below. This flat called to me because it made me feel like a king, looking down on Chicago below me. Now I’ll feel powerful while inside my wife. I can’t think of anything better at the moment. She stumbles a bit on her backwards trek to the windows, but my grip is tight, not allowing her to fall. I push her up against the chilled glass and relish in her gasp of shock, her cold shudder. I’m on fire for her. I’ll be warming her up in a flash.
I strip away the singlet until I’m only left in my socks and grasp her thigh, lifting her high enough my cock can easily fill her. Her other leg follows, wrapping around my hip as her hands grip the back of my neck, nails digging into my flesh. Without further ado, I push my cock until I can feel it at her entrance and then thrust deep. “Mm,” my chest rumbles with pleasure. I’ve craved this all damn day.
My hand moves to her throat, squeezing until she chokes and grips at my forearm. I watch her scramble for a moment as my length remains seated in her to the hilt, growing impossibly harder. “I never knew I wanted someone like you,” I admit, and eventually release my hold so she can breathe again. It’d be too easy to kill her right now and be done with all of it. Surprisingly, that’s not what I want to do with her. “That I’d do anything to make you want me in return.”
Leaning forward, I lick over the skin I’ve left pink from my hold. She’s entirely too enticing for my own good, but I’ve never been one to take caution seriously. I do whatever the bloody hell I want when I want. Her head falls back, offering the area like the tasty little whore she is inside. It doesn’
t bother me, but rather attracts me to her more. She’s not afraid to go after what she desires, and I admire that trait, as I have the quality as well. My mouth glides over to her shoulder where I place a light bite and move my hips in a circular motion. It has her panting as my pelvis grinds against her tiny clit.
“I hate you, Brit boy,” she moans, and I grin. Trailing my lips down her silky flesh until I reach the top of her breasts. I sink my teeth into her there as well. Her hand moves to my hair, her grip harsh as she yanks the hell out of it. She’s blistering mad tonight, and it’s the best way to fuck, in my opinion.
“Fuck, woman,” I grumble against her full tit. Her body squirms as she chases her pleasure. “So needy, aren’t you?” I ask, raising my gaze to meet hers. “Dripping cunt and eager hips, wanting to come. Dirty Italian.” Dirty and so bloody sexy she makes me lose control. I pull back a bit and re-slam her against the glass, shifting so she’s placed up against a new cold spot. I want all of her senses overwhelmed. They all belong to me now. “Take my cock. You’ll swallow it all, chocking, between either set of swollen lips.”
“I’ll bite it off.”
My grin grows. “That’s it, lovey, give me your hate. I’ll chew it up and spit it right back out. You’ve intimidated all those other blokes to do as you’ve wished, to bow to your whims, but not me. Never me.”
Her hand resting on my shoulder clenches, digging her nails in as deep as possible. There’ll be some ugly marks there tomorrow, but I’ll relish in the reminder of fucking her tonight. I shove into her, drawing all the way out to my tip, and then plunging forward repeatedly.
“So warm and wet, so tight and provocative.” I groan as my orgasm begins to work its way through my body. I’m ready to burst, but I grit my teeth to hold back a bit longer. I grab her tit, squeezing, and order, “Come for me. I can feel you’re sopping cunt quivering around my cock, I know you want to let go.”
“I’ll never surrender for you.” She fights against me. I hold her tightly, my motions quick and jerky. The suppression must do it as in the next beat she’s screaming my name and flooding my prick with her juice. “Maximillian!”
“Yes,” I growl, as male satisfaction curls through my gut. Once she’s ridden her orgasm to its extent, I pull my length free and spin her around. With her front pinned against the glass, I expel my load all over her back. Painting her smooth flesh with my cum is a sight to behold, one I’ll never forget.
With a quick smack to her arse, I leave her there, panting. “I’ve got to take a piss. Clean yourself up. We can shower if you wish, but I’d rather fuck again. I want my cock in your juicy arse.”
She’s silent as I turn away. I leave her to do as she pleases, handling my own business. I take a glance in the mirror and confirm that she tore my shoulders to shit. The skin’s ripe and bloody, not that I mind. It’s merely a flesh wound that’ll hopefully leave a scar or two behind as a fond reminder. I wash my hands and head for the bedroom, anticipating another round.
I find her fully dressed. Well, more like her clothes haphazardly thrown on, covering as much as they can, being that I ripped them to shit. My brow furrows as I watch her quietly walk towards the front door. She’s set on fighting me it appears. I thought we were past this. She’ll learn eventually not to test me. “Don’t do this,” I order, my voice laced with warning. “You won’t get far. You know I won’t allow you to leave. You’re my wife. You don’t need to be outside without proper security.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Max. I’ve always done whatever I’ve wanted. I bow to no man,” she responds, making the hair on the back of my neck stand to attention. I think it’s the calmness in her tone that has me feeling a bit uneasy. I take one step towards her, ready to toss the stubborn bird over my shoulder and take her to the bed when I notice the gun back in her grip that she’s raising.
She levels it on me once again, and fires without hesitation.
The burn hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ve been shot before, but it hurts ten times worse when it’s your wife pulling the trigger. I fall back into the hallway wall, utterly stunned, and watch her walk out the door like a mindless tosser. I don’t even attempt to fight her on it, as I imagine she’s angry enough tonight, she’d shoot me again.
Take a knife in the back, wanna feel my pain.
Make a slice to the wrist, to reveal those veins.
– MGK
Imagine my shock when none other than Dante Vendetti had contacted me and asked me to meet with him. He’d told me it was important, the information he had was about my parents and I had to meet him without my watchdogs or not at all. Of course, I figured out a way to pull it off. I was far too curious to let it go as nothing significant. I was also a tad scared he’d kill me, but my need to know overwhelmed the other emotions. I’m glad I went and sorry for it all at the same time. My heart is beyond conflicted.
Dante blatantly admitted to me that he’d killed my parents, and did so with Max’s agreeance. I was utterly shook, and still am, if I’m being honest with myself. I had to shoot Max. It’s the very least he deserves after all the bullshit he’s put me through prior to our wedding and since we’ve been married. I can’t believe this happened. Did he seriously believe I would never find out, or not be heartbroken from it?
“I really appreciate this, Giovanna,” I repeat for the hundredth time tonight. I’d taken off from the apartment and called her, unsure of what else to do. She welcomed me into their small place with open arms and a warm blanket, because of course it had to start downpouring in the middle of everything. I shouldn’t be surprised; my nonna always said when it rains, it pours. In this case, literally. I was soaked, as well as my mind a complete wreck.
“Of course. You’re always welcome here, always have been. Are you ready to tell me what happened? You sounded so frantic on the phone when you asked to come stay the night, you were scaring me.”
“My parents are gone. Nonna too. Murdered,” I whisper the first thing that comes to mind, leaving out anything that has to do with Max or Dante Vendetti. I’m not ready to delve deep enough into that yet. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be. My eyes water as the stab of pain spears my chest all over again at my new reality. I hadn’t fully processed what this means. It’s been hitting me in small bursts, shredding me to pieces.
“No!” she sobs, her eyes filling with tears that quickly spill over. She pulls me to her and holds me tightly while I weep for the people I love—that I’ll never see again. My chest feels so hollow inside, like an important piece of me is now missing.
“It all feels so final,” I admit with a hiccup. “My life will never be the same. I’ll never hug my father, nor have my mama fuss over me, even though I’m a grown woman. I’ll never make homemade raviolis with Nonna for Christmas Eve-eve, or any of it. I miss them already and they’re barely gone. How will I survive this? How can this even be real?”
“I’m so sorry, Ismerlda,” Gi whispers into my hair, still holding me. She really is the best friend and cousin to me. “This is unfair. You don’t deserve any of it one bit. I want you to listen to me, without getting angry if possible. Will you?”
“Hm?” I mutter, soaking up every ounce of comfort she’s offering in the moment. It’s not my father’s hug, but at least I have someone to hold me, who I know genuinely cares.
“God doesn’t give us anything we can’t handle. Pray to Him. Your burden is terrible and heartbreaking because you’re strong. You’re the most fearless, independent, intelligent woman I know. None of this may make any sense right now, but in the long run, God will show you why this happened to you.”
“I hate Him right now. My family didn’t deserve this.”
“You must have faith. You’re famiglia is no longer here, but they’re in a better place in Heaven, forever watching over you.” She squeezes me extra tight. “You have the best guardian angels you ever could’ve been given. Believe in yourself, in your strength, like I do, and He will not lead you astray. You have me. I’m her
e anytime you need to lean on me.”
I pull back, wiping my tearstained face. “Thank you. I needed to hear that, and somehow you knew it. I’m heartbroken with grief, and I know it won’t be an easy road, but I’ll take one day at a time and I’ll survive. My parents wouldn’t want it any other way.”
She nods, wiping her face as well. We’re both red-faced, swollen, and sad. “I’ll make you some hot tea. It’ll help.” She moves to get up and I grab her wrist, stopping her.
“No. No tea.”
“Okay, no tea.” She walks me to their spare room and lies beside me in bed. I hold her hand and cry for the family I’ve lost, for my broken heart.
No matter how hard I fight it, some of those tears belong to Max as well.
I’ve been at Giovanna’s for two weeks now and yet, I still feel a deep pang of sorrow in my gut. It’s still far too intense for me to go to my parents’ home. I should be there, but I’m not ready to step foot inside my childhood home and be accosted with all the memories their missing presence will surely bring me. Will this painful effect ever go away or at least become bearable? It’s almost time for me to return to work, yet the thought is daunting. I haven’t left the apartment, not even for funeral preparations. I’ve done everything possible over the phone and online, then cried myself sick. Now I must pull myself together and bury the three members of my famiglia who mean the most to me. Everyone with the last name Castelano is gone, but I can only bear to think of my immediate family right now.
I was heartbroken when I’d found out what happened to my famiglia, and then the betrayal struck me deep when I discovered Max had a part in it all. I blamed him for it all at first, as if he’d been the one to pull the trigger. I’m still angry inside, but I no longer loathe him and want to kill him with my own two hands. I’m not that type of person, the one who allows hate to consume her heart. I may be a tough one when I need to be, but I know my soul is good. I have to work on forgiveness and acceptance, but I’m still so fucking sad inside. This should be the happiest time of my life right now, yet it’s the opposite. My mind is filled with too many what-if’s it’s made my head spin anytime I have a moment out of the depressing fog that seems to encompass my being.
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