Emma
I awoke the next morning, my head on Roman's chest, his arms holding me. I felt safe and sound. Nothing could ever hurt me with him around. I couldn't help but stare at my Prince Charming. His sculpted body and inked skin was so captivating. I never imagined myself in a situation like this. I never thought I deserved this type of happiness. Could a drug addict truly be happy? Could a bad guy really have a good heart?
Roman's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. “I could get used to waking up to such a beautiful face every morning.”
I couldn't help but blush and snuggle in the crook of his arm. Every muscles in my body was sore beyond belief. Is this what orgasming does to you? If we did it again, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“I'm so sore I can barely move.”
“Don't worry, your body will get used to it. And it better because I'm going to need to fuck you at least a few times a day.”
A few times a day! How many was a few? Three? Four? Holy fuck, four times a day. I'd need to start exercising more just to keep up with him. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat pound like a drum. My fingers traced the intricate tattoo of a cobra snake on his left arm, its fangs bear, hood open, ready to strike. “What does this represent?” I asked.
Roman looked down at his bicep. “That was my first tattoo. Liam made me get it when we finished boarding school. Hurt like a son of a bitch. Liam told me I needed to be like the king of snakes, ready to unleash my fury at any moment.”
This man was taught from a young age to use his rage as fuel. Did he ever learn to love? My feelings for him were moving so fast that I didn't know what to think. I needed to slow down, process all these emotions.
Roman got halfway out of bed and yawned, outstretching his large arms over his head. “I don't want to kill the mood but there are still a few bodies out there.”
I had totally forgotten about the corpses. My night with Roman was so amazing that the nightmare was wiped clean. “What do we have to do?” I asked.
“We can bury the four of them out in the backyard.”
I watched as Roman put on a white wife-beater. “Shouldn't we wait until night? Somebody might see us.”
“Not likely. This cabin is in the middle of nowhere.”
“What if more of O'Malleys' henchmen come looking for them?”
“They won't. I'm the only one left that knows about this place. Nobody will ever know to look for them here. We'll be safe. Trust me.” He put on his black boxer briefs that looked way too good on him.
I sat up and let the sheets slip and uncover my chest. “Let's get to work then.”
Roman stared at my tits, not even hearing what I said. I could see his length grow hard in his underwear. “We need to take care of this first,” he said, tearing off his boxers, and stroking his shaft.
A few times a day kept running through my mind. It was only the morning and we were about to have the most insane sex. Was I really lucky enough to get more of him today?
–
After taking a shower to wash all of Roman's cum off my chest, we were finally ready to clean this place of the crimes we committed. Even if the cops somehow found us, we had a pretty convincing argument for self-defense. But why take the chance? We could bury the bodies and never have to worry about it again. As long as nobody found this place. Which Roman assured me wouldn't happen.
I trusted him.
I came into the living room to find Liam and Connor wrapped in plastic sheeting. Their lifeless eyes stared at me. Blood stained the wood floors where they were killed. As I approached, the smell was already unbearable. Plugging my nose did nothing and I had to bend over to gag.
“Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just breathe through your mouth,” Roman said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I did as I was told and inhaled through my mouth. The stench of rotting flesh began to subside. “I think I'm okay.”
“This your first body?”
“Why? Just because I was a virgin means that every experience I have has to be my first?”
Roman put his hands up in defense. “Of course not. It's just that most people have never been around one before.”
“Well this is my first body.” I tried to keep a straight face for as long as possible but cracked a smile first. We both doubled over laughing. If someone had walked in on us and seen us laughing over corpses, they'd think us insane. And maybe we were.
“Help me carry these to the backyard.” Roman picked up Liam by the shoulders and I grabbed the legs. The body was extremely heavy. Heavier than I would have ever expected. Roman did most of the work dragging the body. Now I understood the need for plastic sheeting. Without it, we would've had a blood trail leading all the way from the living room to the backyard.
After some back-breaking work, all four bodies were lined up next to each other outside. “We're not digging with our hands are we?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow.
Roman picked up a shovel. “I'll dig. I need you back inside cleaning the blood off the floors. There's some cleaning supplies underneath the kitchen sink.” The thought of all that blood made me a little woozy but it beat digging in the heat next to the worst smell I'd ever experienced.
“What chemicals will get blood out?”
“Doesn't matter. We just need the place to look clean.”
I understood. We didn't want to give anyone a reason to look in the first place. I went inside and to the kitchen. There wasn't much in the way of cleaning supplies. Just some surface cleaner and some dirty rags.
I worked on the two blood stains while watching Roman dig outside with his shirt off. Sweat dripped off his inked chest. I wanted to feel his warm naked skin against mine. I couldn't even go an hour after sex without desiring him again. Maybe a few times a day wouldn't be enough?
I finished cleaning and went out to check on Roman's progress. The hole in the dirt wasn't very big but he had twisted and crammed the four bodies into it. Once it was covered, there was only one thing left to do.
We stood at the edge of the lake and watched as the O'Malley's white SUV sank into the water front first. I held Roman's hand and closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my face.
It was all over.
Roman turned to me and held my hand. “I love you, Emma.”
My heartbeat spiked. Was this really happening right now?The crazy thing was that I loved him too. “I love you too, Roman.”
Roman smiled and kissed me. I melted right away in his arms. Things were moving so quickly but I couldn't help the way I felt. This man was the one for me and there was nothing I could do to change that.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“Go back to my place?” Roman suggested, slipping a hand down the back of my jeans.
“I don't know if I can wait that long,” I replied, leaning over and unzipping his jeans.
“Baby, you're the best,” he moaned as I put his entire length into my mouth.
Chapter Ten
Roman
One Month Later
When I killed the O'Malley brothers, I didn't realize that I'd be out of a job. I never held a real job my entire life. Being an enforcer was all I knew. Emma wanted me to take over the O'Malley family since their was nobody to take charge anymore. The thought had crossed my mind but ruling an empire was never an ambition of mine. I didn't have the brains for it. The only thing I was good at was beating the living shit out of people.
Emma decided to go back to school to finish her degree. She had overcome so much and now was the time for her to regain her old life. She still got cravings for heroin but I was always there to keep her focused on what mattered. Emma started going to an addicts anonymous that seemed to being helping too.
I wanted her to feel normal again but I couldn't tell if I was holding her back. I was apart of this dark life that she was trying to get past. She still hadn't contacted her parents. They
still believed she was missing or dead. I tried to talk her into calling them but she told me she didn't know what to say to them.
It was almost noon when I decided to drag myself out of bed. Emma had woken me up at the crack of dawn to ride my morning wood until I came inside her. I didn't even have to move. She did all the work until I found my release. I didn't even bother getting up to clean myself up. Emma kissed me on the lips softly and let me fall back to sleep. A guy could get used to being woken up like that every morning.
I went into the bathroom and took a shower to wake myself up. Emma had spread her makeup all over the bathroom counter until there was no room left for me. I never thought I'd be in this type of situation. Normally chicks were gone the next morning and never left their stuff. I realized we were going to have to get a bigger place.
I noticed something in the wastebasket as I dried myself off with a towel. A white and pink stick. It couldn't be what I thought it was.
I picked it out and noticed the box underneath: Pregnancy test. I grabbed the box and examined the stick. What did a blue plus sign mean? I checked the box and dropped everything to floor—Emma was pregnant...with my child.
But why didn't she tell me?
Every fear in the back of my mind crept into the forefront. Emma thought I wasn't good enough for her. She didn't want to have a baby with me. I didn't want to believe that she would have run away.
I went to my sock drawer and pulled out a small jewelry box. The large diamond on a silver ring glittered in the sunlight. I never got a chance to tell her how much she meant to me. I never got a chance to give her this ring and spend the rest of my life with her.
I had to find Emma to tell her how I felt. Maybe it wouldn't be too late.
Emma
My entire body was frozen in ice as I saw the blue plus sign on the stick. I didn't even need to check the instructions to know for sure. My period was two weeks late and that could only mean one thing: I was pregnant.
But how could this have happened? I'd taken my pill every night like clockwork. I opened the bathroom door and checked to make sure Roman was still asleep. Our little early morning fuck session would keep him knocked out for awhile. I sneaked over to my side of the bed and grabbed my pill container off the nightstand.
I went back to the bathroom and inspected my pill. Everything looked correct. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't my fault. We must have been very lucky then.
I sat down on the toilet and tossed the pregnancy test into the trash can. What was I going to do? Should I wake up Roman and tell him?
No. Not yet. I needed to confirm it. No use freaking him out if it's nothing. I'd have to skip school today and see a doctor.
–
“Well Ms. Turner, you're a hundred percent pregnant,” an old man with spectacles and a white lab coat told me.
Tears came streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared out of mind.
The doctor took a seat next to me and cleaned his glasses. “I take it from your reaction that this wasn't planned.”
I shook my head, my throat closing up. “I've only known the guy for a month. I don't even know if he wants to be with me, let alone have a kid.”
Would Roman even make a good father? He was a killer for god's sake. Maybe it was time to run home? My parents would know what to do. But how could I ever tell them everything that happened. Would they even want me back after finding out that I became a drug addict?
A nurse with short brown hair popped her head in. “Doctor, I have Mrs. Penbel in waiting room three.”
“I'll be right there,” he replied. The doctor turned back towards me. “Tell your man the truth. You might be surprised by his reaction.”
The doctor was right. Roman had done nothing that should make me think that he would react badly. I just imagined he would tell me that it was over and leave me for good. But Roman was a good man. We loved one another.
I checked my cellphone—Roman had insisted I get a new one when I moved in with him—two missed calls from Roman. I couldn't call him back because he'd be able to tell that something was wrong in my voice.
I sent him a quick text:
Emma: Class got canceled today. Be home soon!
Roman replied instantly:
Roman: I'll be here.
I thanked the doctor and jumped into my brand new Mazda 3. Roman had also insisted on buying me a brand new car. I tried to refuse, reminding him that he was out of work and shouldn't spend that type of money on me. He wouldn't even hear me.
My sweaty palms clenched the steering wheel as I drove back home. How was I going to break it to him? “Oh hey Roman. By the way, I'm having your baby.” Sounded stupid when I said it out loud. “Roman, will you have a baby with me?” That sounded like I was giving him the honor of being a father. Nothing that came to mind sounded good. I'd just have to wing it.
I unlocked the door to our apartment and found Roman sitting on our couch with his head in his hands. He immediately got up and came to me, his eyes on the verge of crying. What happened? Was that why he was trying to call me?
“I was so worried,” Roman said, embracing me. His musky scent almost lifted me off my feet. I wanted to stay safe in his arms forever. Roman pushed me to arms length and looked me in the eyes. “I want to have this baby with you.”
My jaw dropped. Every nerve in my body relaxed. He wanted to have the baby. “How did you find out?”
Roman laughed. “Wasn't very hard. You left the pregnancy test in the bathroom.”
“I guess I was so blindsided that I didn't even think of that. You're not mad are you?”
Roman looked offended. “Mad?” He grabbed both of my hands. “How could I be mad? I want to do this with you. And actually I was planning to do this in a couple weeks but now is a better time.” Roman got down on one knee and produced a small jewelry box. It popped open and sitting on a bed of clouds was a silver engagement ring with the biggest diamond. “Emma, you're the one. There's nobody else I'd rather spend my life with. I love you.”
I couldn't turn off the waterworks if I tried. I was so shocked and happy at the same time that I couldn't form a reply to Roman. He just sat there on his knee, holding the ring up.
“Any answer would be great right about now.” Roman looked worried.
I nodded up and down, shedding tears everywhere. “Of course the answer is yes.”
Roman put the ring on my finger and I couldn't help but admire how beautiful it looked on me. Roman finally got off his knee and hugged me hard.
“Promise me you'll love me forever,” I whispered in his ear.
“I promise with all my heart,” he replied softly.
Epilogue
Emma
Five Months Later
Roman scratched his head as he looked down on the mess of wooden pieces. This man used to have to beat the life out of people. A baby's crib was his new enemy now. He picked up and unfolded the white instruction manual. He looked like an explorer, standing on a vista, looking at his map.
“I don't know how anybody is supposed to figure this shit out,” he said.
I watched him from a rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom, trying to hold back my giggles. Moving boxes were stacked against every wall. We'd only just moved in a few days ago. This bedroom was going to be for the baby. “Take a deep breath, honey.”
Roman took my advice and inhaled sharply. “I think I need a break.” He set down the map on the pieces of the crib and knelt down next to me. “Is our boy going to like his room?” he asked, putting his hand on my stomach.
“I was thinking of going with dark blue on the walls with white sailboats.”
“White sailboats?” Roman repeated. “Why don't we just paint the room pink and give him Barbies?”
I playfully shoved him away and my chair rocked backwards. “How about race cars then?”
Roman smiled and showed his teeth. He had been so carefree and happy since our wedding. Like nothing could
stop him from being happy. “Sounds good to me. Clay is going to love it.”
“Clay? What kind of a name is that?”
“A boy's name of course.”
“I was thinking of something more like Justin.”
Roman pondered for a moment and began talking to my stomach. “Are you a Justin, little guy?” Roman looked up at me. “I think we have a winner.”
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