by S. M. Soto
I see his shoulders fall. “C’mon, Mom. please,” he whines. “I just want to watch them fight. Plus, Uncle Garrett said that it would be fun, I just had to ask you first. He said it’s okay.”
“Fine.” I sigh, rubbing my temple vigorously. “But I don’t want Nico down there. He’s still too young to watch you guys fight or to hit the punching bag.”
Just outside the bedroom door, I hear a loud, “Aww, man, why not?”
Nico steps into the bedroom, his arms splayed out at his sides. Where Angel takes after his father and Camilla after me, Nico is a mix of both Creed and I. While he looks dead on like Creed, just like Angel, his hair takes on more of my chocolatey brown color and his eyes are replicas of mine and Garrett’s.
“That’s no fair, Mom! Why does Angel get to go but I don’t?”
I guess it is a little unfair. I blow out a sigh.
“Because, baby, Angel is going to be eleven years old, and you’re only eight.”
“I’m practically a man!”
I laugh. “No, I can assure you, you are not.”
“You gotta stop babying him, Mom.”
I gasp, tone affronted as I turn toward Angel. “Who said I baby him?”
I cross my arms over my chest defensively, waiting to hear who it was.
“Everyone,” they both pipe up in unison.
My mouth drops open.
“I do not baby him, I just…it’s called being careful.”
“You do it to Angel too, Mom. Not just me.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. They’re turning on me.
God, these kids drive me crazy, but I love them.
“Apparently, since I baby both of you, then you need to wait and ask your dad, Nico.”
“Ask me what?”
I jolt at the sound of his voice, a tremor running down my spine.
Creed steps into the bedroom, dressed in a pristine suit that displays his built body. Twelve years together hasn’t quelled our attraction to each other. Not one bit. Every time I look at him, he just gets better with age. We can never seem to keep our hands off each other.
“Uncle Garrett and Uncle Jose are with Wulferic in the gym to box a little and Mom says I need to ask you if we can go down with them.”
Creed gives me a look, it passes up and down my body, settling on my stomach for a few solid beats. I’m guessing Camilla has shared the good news with him already.
“Go ahead. And no fighting each other.” Creed tosses over his shoulder as they hurry out of our bedroom. My husband closes the distance between us, his hands going straight for my hips, then gliding around, palming the globes of my ass. He leans into me, pressing his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling the skin there until I moan.
“Little birdie told me something interesting today,” he whispers in my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine. My core throbs with anticipation as he palms my ass, his lithe fingers inching toward my soaking center. I try to suppress my grin.
“Did that little birdie happen to be our daughter?”
Creed chuckles, pulling back to look down at me. “Was she right?”
I smile, my heart tripping over itself at the possessive gleam in his eyes. “Yes, she was. Looks like you’ll need to give Dr. Chang a call.”
Creed smirks, dipping down to capture my mouth. His firm lips press against mine, his tongue teasing me, tasting me, leaving my panties damp.
“Go check on those boys, please. They’re just like you, they never listen.”
Creed laughs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Until tonight, il mio amore,” he whispers. His hand glides up my body, pinching my nipple before he turns on his heel to check on the boys.
I do the same, heading down the hall to check on Camilla. I’m not even surprised when I eventually find her in Magdalene’s room, asking a million questions.
That was my sweet Milla always wanting to know everything.
I’m looking out of the balcony doors at the garden below, the same garden he had recreated for me and in honor of his mother and rubbing lotion into my skin when I feel Creed step up behind me, his big, calloused hands, trailing across the pink satin nightie.
Before I took a shower, I put the kids to bed, and of course, before Creed goes to bed if he’s not out late taking care of business, he does the same thing. Slipping into each of their rooms, doing his own fatherly thing with each of them. None of the kids, for as long as I can remember, would go to sleep if their dad hadn’t come in to say goodnight to them yet.
He really is an incredible father.
Creed’s hands cup my tits through the nightie, palming me while he kisses my neck. I press my ass into him, enjoying the sound of his grunt of approval.
“Four kids and counting,” he whispers in my ear.
I laugh. “How about I pop out this fourth one and we’ll see how it goes.”
“Sounds good to me,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
I turn in Creed’s arms, to look up at him, and his hold on me tightens. He stares down at me with fire brewing in his eyes. His hand trails between my legs, toying with the fabric of my nightie. It just barely grazes the underside of my ass cheeks, leaving most of my thighs exposed.
Creed hovers his hand in front of my sex, rubbing his thumb over the skin between my inner thigh, but doesn’t apply any pressure where I need him. I slide my hand over his, pushing his fingers against me, needing to feel him. He chuckles huskily, his thumb sliding beneath my panties and pushing them to the side, giving him access. We stare at each other as his thumb swirls through my juices.
His jaw ticks, his eyes growing dark when my hips start to circle, following his movements. Heat pools low in my belly, the ache almost unbearable as he dips his thumb inside of me, then pulls it out, swirling it around my clit. The effect of it is making me breathless. My mouth drops open, and I lean in, trying to feel his lips against mine, but Creed pulls his hand away from my sex. I let out a frustrated growl.
Amusement ghosts through his eyes as he runs his thumb across his lower lip. The same thumb he was slowly sliding inside my pussy and stroking my clit with. He pops his thumb into his mouth, tasting me. An ache shoots between my legs at the sight.
Creed’s arms band around my waist, and his hand slides back up, but this time, the pad of his thumb swirls against my other hole. My eyes flutter closed, the excitement and anticipation thrums in my veins, likely knowing what kind of night tonight will be if he wants to take me there.
“Think I’ll fuck you here,” he says, pushing the tip of his finger against the ring of muscles, sinking inside of me. A groan tears from my chest. “And here,” he whispers over my lips, his other finger dipping into my pussy.
We fall back on the bed in a mess of passion. I fist the sheets, digging my heels into the bed when he slides his thick length inside of me. And when my first orgasm slams into me, my husband swallows my noises, my mewls, with his mouth. He nips at my lips and jaw. Sucks on my tongue. His teeth clink with mine.
It’s a mess of passion. Completely dirty. Absolutely sinful. Everything that is Creed.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, all night, until you feel me for the rest of the week,” he breathes in my ear as his cock slides in and out of me.
He did as he said.
In every way possible, well into the night.
When I wake up hours later to pee, I wince at the delicious sting between my legs and my backside. I look over at my husband while he sleeps.
He’s impossibly beautiful.
Creed might be a villain in some people’s eyes, but where he lacks in morals, he more than makes up for as a husband and father. It didn’t matter what he did for a living, I still loved him, with all my heart.
Our life may not be perfect. There will always be dangers we’d have to worry about. I still feared for our lives and now the lives of our kids, but during his time as don, Creed has changed the system. The way he runs the Cosa Nostra.
It would always be filled with cr
ime, but now, he’s cleaned up the streets of Chicago while doing it. Making the entire city a better place to live in. For our kids. For us all. He was my mafia king and I was his queen. We overcame the chaos. Only now we had a new version of it in the form of children.
Gone were the worries of a puppeteer pulling strings, moving pawns across the board. Because now…now we ruled the board. We ruled all of Chicago. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Our love was chaos. And with it? I knew Creed and I could survive anything.
THE END…for now.
My reader babes: Thank you so, so, much for going on this journey with Creed and Sophia. I hope your heart is filled to the brim with love and absolute chaos after finishing their story.
This final book for Creed and Soph was incredibly difficult to get through. I didn’t want it to end. I’ve enjoyed watching their journey and their character growth. I spent an entire month, staying up until three in the morning to get all the words in for you babes—all 136 thousand. It was exceptionally hard since I felt like all the characters were talking to me at once—which is why there are so many POV’s. I hope you enjoyed getting snippets of Matteo and Valentina’s past as well as getting a front seat into his head.
I hope you all are satisfied with the ending, but even if you aren’t, you can expect to see more of Creed and Sophia AND more of their children as well, who will all be getting their own books. The next gen of the Chaos Series.
As you’ve probably guessed, this isn’t where the series ends—in fact, it’s just starting. When I first started this series, it wasn’t with the intention to drag it out and after getting so many messages from you guys, asking about the rest of these characters, I decided to expand the chaos. Each secondary character from the chaos series will be getting their own book.
Stay tuned for:
Garrett and Wendy—Salvation and Chaos
Wulferic and Celeste—Corruption and Chaos
Jose and Alexis—Muerte and Chaos
All coming 2020 and onward.
—Selena (S.M.) <3
First off, I want to take a moment and thank my readers. You babes are nothing short of amazing. There were plenty of times I wanted to say to hell with it and quit writing this series. Whether is was from lack of confidence, a slow in sales, or a shitty review, but now, I’m so glad I didn’t. I’m so glad I stuck out and finished writing Sophia and Creed’s story. Your support is absolutely incredible and I’m so happy you guys have all taken a chance on my words.
To my betas: Thank you for being so patient. For reading this story when it was a literal POS that made no sense and had typos every other freaking word. You babes are my favorite fangirl’s. The ones I go to when I want honest opinions. My favorite people for life. <3
Annette—my soul sister. You held my hand during this whole process. When something bad happened, when I was stressed beyond words, when all I wanted to do was break down and cry, you were my cheerleader, begging me to keep going—begging me not to give up. Without you, I don’t think I’d have a handle on anything in my life. You’re irreplaceable, babe. I love you beyond words. <3
Becky—thank you so much for picking apart this book and helping me when I was losing my mind! Thank you for asking all the questions that needed to be asked. For your incredibly thorough notes. Love and Chaos wouldn’t be what it is without any of your input.
Jessica Estep—Your help is invaluable. I wouldn’t be able to do HALF of this without your constant help. Thank you for replying to my constant emails and VM’s because I’m too lazy to type shit out. Lol
To my friends and family, thank you for helping me when I went hours locked inside, hours without answering calls, hours without eating because I didn’t want to waste time taking a break. For helping me take care of my wild child. For supplying the coffee when I thought I’d die of fatigue. Y’all are the real MVP’s.
Cassie Chapman. My writing bae. Thanks for cracking the whip and forcing my ass to write when all I wanted to do was watch tv and read. I love you!
Helen Altafulla—Without your love of Matteo’s asshole character, I probably would’ve killed him off ages ago. LMAO (Totally kidding.) Love you, Bishhhh!
Blogger babes, thank you for every teaser, every post, every review on your blogs. It means the absolute world to me. <3
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S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. She loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life).
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