“I have everything I need,” Beverly announced.
Luca looked down at the small woman. “I will have you placed in a rehabilitation facility. Don’t you ever reach out to Tammy again. Do you understand?”
Beverly nodded.
“Andiamo,” Lorenzo told her.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the filthy apartment.
CHAPTER 8
VICTORIA
Victoria was reluctant to open the front door. Normally, she would've been happy to see two of the members from her old vice team, but she assumed that the visit wasn't to be a social call. She pulled the door open and stepped out of the way, allowing them entry. Frankie and Hank stepped into the foyer. Victoria was ready to face the music, but when she looked up at her friends, she could see that they were working hard to suppress laughter. It was Frankie that broke first. His laughter echoed throughout the large foyer. Victoria crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one foot.
“This shit is funny? If you gonna lock me up, shut up and do it!”
Frankie stopped laughing and looked at Victoria like she had lost her mind. “Jesus, Vic, you gotta be kidding me. In what fucking world do you live in where billionaires go to jail for a simple battery? That husband of yours golfs with the mayor and the governor. Did you really think you were getting charged for beating up that skank?”
Victoria uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips. “Bullshit. They tried to lock me up at Tasha’s birthday party last night.”
“And yet...” Frankie said walking into the parlor without being invited. “Where is that heavier than whale shit husband of yours?”
“Make yourself at home, Frankie,” Victoria muttered sarcastically.
“I always do.”
Victoria rolled her eyes and followed Frankie and Hank into the parlor.
“Do something with your life and gimme a beer,” Frankie said as he flopped down on the sofa.
“Aren't you working?”
“Victoria, please don't act like you didn't knock back a few when we was doing them damn prostitution missions. Remember that night you was so fucked up that you couldn't do your own paperwork?”
Victoria rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I do not recall.”
“Hm-mm. Of course, you don't,” Hank scoffed.
“So, if you're not here to arrest me, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, so here’s the kicker… we brought complaints for you to sign.”
Victoria was confused. “Complaints?”
“Yeah. According to a Mr. Jackson Storm and several employees at Storm Enterprises, you walked in to witness Miss Katlin Greene trying to sexually assault your husband. And when you attempted to render him aid, Miss Greene physically attacked you, causing you to defend yourself.”
Now it was Victoria who was laughing. “Get the fuck outta here!”
“No bullshit, Vic. We need you to sign a complaint,” Hank told her, holding the paperwork out to her.
“Hank, I beat the brakes off that trick,” Victoria said with a chuckle. “I’m not about to have her arrested too.”
“She tried to have you arrested,” Frankie pointed out.
“Trust me; she’s suffered enough.”
Frankie sat up straight. His expression had turned serious. “Vic, this is about having a paper trail. I mean seriously, aren't you tired of crazy bitches putting you and your family through hell? Don't you see just how out of control some of the women can be by now? I mean...you of all people? Sign the fucking paper, or I’ll forge your signature.”
“Fine,” Victoria huffed. “Give it to me.”
Victoria signed the complaint and placed it on the coffee table. Her life had changed dramatically since she’d married a man with such power. The rules were truly different for the one-percenters of society.
“Beer!” Frankie shouted before she had the chance to dwell on it.
JACK
Jack heard voices as he entered the house through the kitchen. Judging from their booming voices and boisterous laughter, he knew that it was Hank and Frankie, which meant they’d given Victoria the news about Katlin’s pending charges. Victoria wasn't exactly going to be happy that he’d stepped in and handled the situation. In some ways, she appreciated her life of privilege, but more often than not, she was offended by the inequality of the classes. Jack was certain that her mentality had a lot to do with her upbringing as a woman of color, and her time on a police department that catered to the ‘good ole boys.' Jack understood why she felt the way that she did, but there was no way he was going to allow his wife, the mother of his children, to spend one minute in some shitty jail. She would just have to respect his position.
Jack followed the voices into the parlor where he found his wife sitting on a barstool laughing with her friends.
“Here’s the man now!” Frankie boomed.
“Frankie, Hank, how’s it going?” Jack asked as he made his way over to the bar.
“Can't complain,” Frankie answered for them both.
Jack kissed to the top of Victoria’s head. He looked around the room and asked, “Where are the kids?”
“Your sister took them to see your mom.”
“Which sister?”
“The one that’s not afraid of babies,” Victoria chuckled.
Jack laughed. Of course, she meant Amy. For some reason, Emily was squeamish around children, even refusing to pick up Little Jack until he was able to walk, saying that she was afraid that she might break him. But his baby sister, Amy, was a natural with children. Since she and her partner, Mia, were planning to have children of their own, Amy welcomed all the practice that she could get.
“When will they be back?” Jack asked.
Besides Victoria, his babies were the first thing that he wanted to see when he entered his home.
“Around four,” Victoria responded.
“Then that gives us a little time,” Jack said, turning to Hank and Frankie.
“Aww, fuck. I can take a hint,” Frankie said with a wink.
“Come on, Hank. Let’s go. They're about to play ‘hide the salami.’”
“More like hide the anaconda,” Jack retorted.
“Yeah, right,” Frankie said, pulling himself up from the sofa.
Jack walked the guys to the door. Frankie and Hank were no longer just Victoria’s former teammates. After all that they’d been through together, Jack considered them friends as well. They’d had his and his entire family’s backs too many times to count. They had risked their lives and jobs by engaging in several off the book rescue missions to save his family. They’d even traveled all the way to Poland to aid in Natasha’s rescue. Jack wanted them to know how much he appreciated their loyalty and friendship.
“When you get home,” Jack said to them both, “there will be a little something waiting for you. And don't even think about refusing.”
Frankie’s knitted brows let Jack know that he was in for some opposition.
“Listen here, Storm. I don't care how rich you are. I’m not your bitch. Don't be gifting me shit!”
Jack folded his arms across his chest and pinned Frankie with the same stare he used in the boardroom. Frankie wasn't intimidated, but Jack wasn't deterred.
“Listen, Frankie, I know that you're not my bitch, but you are my wife’s bitch. Therefore, you will accept the fucking Maserati that we bought you. And Hank, you will accept the Harley. And the both of you will understand just how thankful we are to you both. For everything that you've risked for us, we are in your debt. And we won't even mention the shit that you've covered up for us.”
Jack thought of all the bodies they’d left behind when they had to rescue Victoria, along with his mother and sister from the abandoned warehouse where they were being held prisoner.
Hank stood between the two men and placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“New Harley? Shit, I was Vic’s little bitch when she was broke. I’m her super-bitch now. Thanks, bro,” Hank
said with a chuckle.
Jack and Hank turned to Frankie.
“Well, the motherfucker should have led with Maserati. We could have avoided this whole conversation.”
The men laughed and gave each other man-hugs. Frankie and Hank hurried down the steps, no doubt eager to get home to their new toys. Once Hank’s truck disappeared down the long driveway, Jack closed the door and made a beeline for his wife.
“Who’s here?” he asked.
“Nobody. Since Amy has the kids, Mrs. Diaz went to spend the day with her grandkids.”
“In that case, babe, wadda ya say we go for a swim?”
“A swim? Okay, I guess,” Victoria responded hesitantly.
Jack took off his suit coat and tossed it on the sofa. He loosened his tie and slowly slid it from around his neck. Victoria’s sexy grin encouraged him to remove more clothing. He started with his shirt, working slowly, soaking in the appreciative glances from his beautiful wife. The way Victoria looked at him made him feel like a god. In seconds, Jack was fully nude, hard and ready for his wife, Victoria was making her way toward him.
“No,” Jack said, raising his hand, stopping her progress. “Meet me in the pool.”
Victoria eagerly stripped off her clothing. Jack loved to see her excited. He reached down and slowly and methodically stroked his hard cock, aiming the head at her. When Victoria licked her lips, Jack’s cock jutted. Even with two children, they had a more than healthy sex life. And Jack loved every moment that he spent balls deep in Victoria’s tight, perfect pussy.
“You want this cock, Victoria Storm?” he asked seductively.
“I want it bad, baby,” Victoria purred.
“Where do you want it, sexy?”
She reached between her thighs and rubbed her sex. “I want it in my hot mouth, and then in my pussy,” Victoria purred.
Jack moaned and squeezed his cock a bit harder. “Meet me at the pool, and I’ll give it to you any and every way you want it.”
Victoria flashed a sexy smile and sucked her finger before leaving the room. Jack felt his balls tighten. He was a lucky man. He was not only married to a woman that he loved; he was married to a woman that truly loved him. But the best part was the passion. Every time he saw her, he wanted to be inside of her, even at work. Watching her pretty ass sway in those sexy pantsuits she wore kept his dick hard most of the day.
Jack picked up their clothes, tossed them on the sofa, and headed out of the patio doors. Victoria was floating on her back in the deep end. He only had a couple of hours to be alone with his wife, and he planned to make the best of it. He dove into the pool. The water cooled his burning flesh. When he surfaced, Jack searched for Victoria. She was floating on the other end of the pool, so that’s where Jack was headed. Once he reached her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and peddled them to the shallow end. Once they reached shallow waters, Victoria stood and drove her fingers through his hair. Unbelievably, his cock grew harder. He kissed her, unable to resist her plump lips. As he caressed her tongue with his own, he backed her to the pool’s edge. Jack broke the kiss, eliciting a whimper from Victoria. Nonetheless, he lifted her by the waist so that she was sitting on the edge. Jack needed so badly to taste her. Jack watched as the water formed into beads and fell from her hardened nipples. Unable to resist, he licked and sucked each nipple clean. The sounds coming from his woman were driving him mad. It took everything in him not to pull Victoria back into the pool and slide deep into her sweet cunt.
Jack positioned his face between her thick thighs so that he could inhale the sweet scent of her cunt. Victoria spread her legs and allowed him a better view of the pussy that he considered his. Her pussy was glistening, but not from pool water. Jack could smell her arousal. Victoria would have to wait no longer for him to feast on her.
Jack greedily licked her entire pussy before pulling her succulent clit in his mouth. He teased the hardened bud and slurped the sweet nectar that her body had manufactured. Victoria squirmed above him, pushing her pussy further in his face. Soft panting provided encouragement, so Jack flicked, licked and sucked her pussy until she was calling his name.
Jack was determined to give her pussy the attention that it deserved. When Victoria’s legs went stiff, and her toes curled, Jack knew that she close.
Victoria was panting uncontrollably, struggling to catch her breath. It was only when she howled like a wounded animal that Jack was satisfied. Victoria erupted, shuddering violently as her clit pulsed between his lips. Jack chuckled when she tried to push his head away. He took a step back and stroked his throbbing cock to alleviate the immense pressure. He would give her a few seconds to regain her strength because as soon as she did, Jack planned to bend her over on the pool ladder and fuck her hard from behind.
CHAPTER 9
Two Months Later…
LUCA
Luca walked down the never-ending hall in Jack’s estate. If he and Tammy didn't spend so much time in Chicago, constantly seeking shelter from Jack and Victoria, Luca would say the house was too big for four people. But Jack and Victoria were big on family, so they always insisted that he and Tammy stay in their museum of a house whenever they were in town. Luca didn't mind. Even though he disliked the violent city, he enjoyed spending time with his extended family. And for some reason, they seemed to love Chicago.
He rounded the corner, intending to take the stairs down to the gym, but Victoria’s hushed tone slowed his steps. Luca wouldn't normally be concerned with the chatter of women, but she mentioned Francis’ name. Anything that involved the don was his business, so he listened.
“Tracy, are you sure?”
Pause...
“And you're sure it’s his baby? What am I saying? Of course you are.”
Pause…
“Oh my God, Tracy. Are you gonna tell him?”
Pause…
“That’s not cool.”
Pause…
“Fine. I promise, but please think about telling him. He has a right to know that he’s gonna be a father.”
Pause…
“Or not.”
Victoria’s tone was grim, and Luca knew what that meant. Tracy was pregnant and considering terminating her pregnancy.
Luca understood that a woman should make the decisions that concerned her body. But, in his opinion, a woman who wouldn't even give the man a say in the matter was vile and selfish. Tracy wasn't either, so Luca concluded that she wasn't thinking straight. No doubt Francis would handle the situation.
TRACY
After a terribly long day, Tracy climbed into her bed. She relaxed against the cool sheets and closed her eyes, but thoughts of Francis invaded her peace. After their tryst in the ladies’ room, Tracy had been avoiding him like bill collectors. Partly because she was embarrassed because she’d had sex with him in a public toilet, but it definitely wasn't her only reason.
Tracy’s hand instinctively moved to her belly. She couldn't believe that she’d gotten pregnant from one indiscretion. Of course, she knew that it was possible, but was it probable? Hell, she knew that she should have insisted that he used protection, but once he started playing with her sexually deprived pussy, common sense went out the window.
Tracy wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret and have a discreet abortion, but she couldn't go through with it. It was just nerves. It had to be. Tracy didn't really want to have kids.
Did she?
To make the situation worse, her ‘baby-daddy’ lived in Sicily. She would be a single mother, and being a single mother was not part of her life plan. The plan was to build her career and marry Steve. Only then would she have a child. Nothing in her plan included Steve dying and her getting knocked up by a sexy, but pushy as fuck Sicilian that lived a million miles away. But like most things, shit didn't work out the way it was supposed to.
Tracy rolled onto her side and hugged her pillow. She was exhausted all the time. Even though she hadn't experienced morning sickness the way that other women described it, her horm
ones were totally out of whack. Just getting up going to work every day was a chore. Even Tracy’s colleagues could tell that she wasn't herself. They were constantly asking her if she was ill or overworked. Well, everyone except for Will. He hadn't spoken to her in months, since the day after Natasha’s party. Tracy later found out that he didn't stand her up that night nor did he have an emergency to deal with. He had been threatened. According to Will, a couple of Luca’s goons threatened to break bones if he approached her door.
When Tracy confronted Francis about Will’s accusation, he responded with, “He lies. There were no…uh…goons. It was only me. He let a mere man run him away from you. He’s a pussy. What do you want with a pussy?”
Francis could be pretty harsh at times, not very often, but he had it in him.
Will must have been seriously spooked. He probably would have continued to avoid her had she not summoned him to her office. She practically begged him to tell her why he was so angry at her. As far as Tracy was concerned, he should have been mad at himself. Did he really think that Francis was going to hurt him? Jack, Maybe. Gianni, certainly. Luca, a guarantee. But Francis, no. He was the reasonable one. That’s why everyone listened when he spoke. Running away and ditching her was, as Francis said, a pussy move. Will was soft. Which was probably the reason she hadn’t been sexually attracted to him in the first place.
Honestly, Tracy didn't feel a great loss from Will not speaking to her, but working with him was becoming difficult. Will had resorted to pouting, mumbling under his breath, and rolling his eyes. A grown ass man was actually rolling his eyes at her. And since he was avoiding her, Tracy was reduced to communicating solely through their assistants. Because of that, things often got lost in translation.
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