The Hitman's Secret Love Child: Second Chance Romance

by Terry Towers

  He stopped directly in front of me and took my upper arms in his firm grasp. “Telling you why wouldn’t do either of us any good, Robyn.”

  I looked up and into his eyes. “I want to know.” But I knew, the veil was falling and I was seeing the love that had been there for so many years, lying dormant until now, lying in wait – for me.

  “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. Fuck, the only person, period, for that matter.”

  Chapter 17

  Robyn

  His lips came crashing down onto mine, hungry and demanding. His tongue forced its way past my parted lips as I gasped in surprise at his sudden action. The passion in his kiss combined with the admission of his love for me spiked the arousal and the need within me became overwhelming.

  Throwing my arms around his neck, I kissed him back, my tongue chasing his, attempting to dominate as he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up onto his hips. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I ground my pelvis against his groin, enticed by the rapidly growing erection against me.

  Pulling his lips from mine, he bit at the side of my neck. I groaned out loud. The scent of his cologne drifted to my nose, wrapping itself around me and drawing me in.

  Clothing. There was too much clothing between us. Unwrapping myself from him, I pulled back and slid down his body until I was kneeling before him. My fingers swiftly undid his belt and undid the button on his jeans. Unzipping him, I hooked my fingers into his belt loops and with one quick yank pulled his jeans down. Next came his boxer briefs, exposing his rock-hard shaft with a pebble of precum at the tip.

  “Jesus Robyn, you don’t –”

  I didn’t let him finish his sentence as my tongue lashed out at the tip, licking up the cum. He groaned, placing his palms on the top of the drawers above me. He looked down and I caught his gaze as my tongue lashed out again, this time swirling around the head.

  “Don’t what?” I asked before running my tongue up the underside of his shaft.

  He groaned again. “Dammit, I don’t know anymore.”

  Smiling, I grasped his balls in one hand as I ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft a second time. I wanted him, I wanted him so damned badly, but the look of yearning and lust in his eyes made the wait for my own pleasure worthwhile. I vowed that by the time I was done with him he’d be ripping my clothing off, begging to be deep within me.

  As I went to tease the tip again, Constantine rocked his hips forward, slipping his dick into my mouth. Surprised, I gagged as the head slammed against the back of my throat, but quickly recovered, grasping the base of his shaft in my free hand and working my hand in time with my mouth, moving up and down his length.

  In and out, I took him almost completely in and then pulled up and tickled the slit at the head with my tongue, while my hand on his balls gently massaged. Over and over, I continued with the motion, spurred on by his moans and the gentle thrusting of his hips to meet my motions.

  But, ohmygod, the need within me was intensifying to almost unbearable heights. If I weren’t wearing jeans I’d have my hand on my pussy right now. I shifted positions uncomfortably, as the evidence of my desire continued to build and saturate my panties.

  He was building too. The precum was leaking at a more frequent pace and his dick had gotten so hard and thick that I was sure he could break bricks with it. The idea was to get him to this point and have him fuck me into oblivion, but I couldn’t stop myself, I needed to feel his cum beating against the back of my throat.

  However, Constantine had other plans.

  “Get up.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand as he pulled himself from my grasp, took my upper arm and forced me to my feet.

  “But –” I was about to protest, but didn’t have a chance to finish as he spun me around and bent me over the drawers. Reaching around me, he undid my jeans and yanked them down, taking my panties down with them.

  The cool air teased my wet pussy, spurring on my desire. My entire body trembled as I leaned down and braced my elbows on the top of the drawers, holding on for support.

  Constantine slid his hand down my back and to my backside and to the apex between my legs, palming my pussy, gently squeezing and making me gasp. He leaned his hard body against my back, brushed my hair to one side and gently kissed the back of my neck. “God, how wet you get for me…”

  “I do. I need you.” I pushed back against him, his dick slipping between my legs and settling between my moist pussy lips. “Take me, please.”

  “Soon.” He reached around me and palmed my mound. Spreading my pussy lips he used his index finger to stroke my clit, making me yelp and buck against his hand, hoping for a release from the building pressure.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  “I will,” he responded, running a string of kisses along my shoulder.

  Thank god!

  “Once I feel you come on my hand.”

  Dammit! “You’re cruel.”

  He chuckled, thrusting forward, the head of his dick probing at the entrance to my core. “I can be.” He increased the pressure and speed that he worked my clit, which was now swollen and hypersensitive.

  The pleasure and pressure building within me was almost painful. He had quickly taken me to the summit, but I couldn’t seem to crest. “Please. Give it to me.” I bucked against him. “I need, I need to come…” I could hear the begging, whiny tone my voice had taken but didn’t care.

  “You’ll come when I let you.”

  I lowered my head to the top of the dresser, the cool wood greeting my forehead. He continued to work my clit and just when I thought there was no hope and I’d be forced to endure this torture forever, he pressed into me and I exploded, screaming out and then cringing, scared I’d wake Austin. My entire body went still.

  “Don’t worry, the rooms are practically soundproof.”

  His reassurance in combination with him thrusting fully into me reassured me and sent me on the blissful journey once again. Once we developed a rhythm, my movements meeting his, the fire within me became a frenzy and I was greedy for a second orgasm.

  Still moving with him, I straightened, reaching behind me and guiding his head down. Turning my head, I captured his lips with mine. The kiss was wild and hungry, mimicking the way my body felt at that moment.

  He pulled his lips away from mine. Placing a hand on the center of my back between my shoulder blades, he pushed me flat against the top of the dresser and began fucking me hard, his dick punishing my pussy with each thrust. I was no longer in any way, shape or form in charge, and I loved it!

  “Yes, yes, yes…” The word was spinning through my mind over and over again. My stomach felt like there was a giant coil within, tightly wound and ready to snap at any moment.

  And then it came, with one mighty push ramming me almost painfully into the dresser he groaned, low and feral as he unloaded with me. The feel of his warm cum slamming into me, filling my pussy sent me over the edge with him.

  I cried out as my body tensed up under him and then I was swept away in a wave of relief so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I let out a ragged breath. “Incredible.” I didn’t think I’d said the word out loud but when he leaned over me, keeping himself firmly entrenched within my core and whispered the same word in my ear, I knew he had heard.

  “I don’t think I could ever get enough of being with you, Robyn,” he said, running his lips up and down the side of my neck.

  “Me either.” And that was the truth. Maybe I’d made a huge mistake all those years ago. Each moment I was with him I was more and more convinced of it.

  I can’t forget the reason I left, I told myself. But with the man I’d once loved deep within me, our juices mingling and dripping from my core, it was hard to remember why.

  As he slipped himself from within me, I immediately felt his loss and longed to be joined with him again. But this time it wasn’t for the feral urges I’d just had, it was for the closeness. Even though it was just sex, there was also a connection I felt when we we
re joined, a merging of physical, mental and emotional that I longed to never have to let go.

  “I want you to spend the night with me,” he said, bending down and picking me up and into his arms. Somewhere along the way he’d rid himself of his shirt and so I snuggled up into his arms, burying my face into the crook between his shoulder and neck.

  “Yes, I’d like that.” It had been a long time since I’d been content and fallen asleep in the arms of a man who genuinely cared for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt safe and secure, but I was feeling that way now. It felt good.

  We reached the edge of the bed and he set me on my feet. Taking a step back, he slowly peeled my shirt and bra from my body and tossed them to the floor. When he looked at me this time it wasn’t with a deep-seated hunger but there was admiration and caring in his gaze. The warmth that ran through my body wasn’t that of sexual yearning this time, but emotional.

  As if sensing my change in mood and shifting needs, he reached around me and pulled back the covers. “Get in.”

  I nodded and slid under. Walking to the other side of the bed, he slipped in and motioned for me to go to him. Eagerly I obliged, squirming to the other side of the massive king-sized bed and into his awaiting arms. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I settled my head on his chest and listened to his slightly accelerated heartbeat.

  I love you. I was so content and happy at this moment that those three little yet extremely powerful words almost escaped my lips. But I caught myself in time. I didn’t have to worry about the danger of letting it slip a second time because I was sound asleep in under a minute.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Constantine

  Damn, I love the feel of a warm body next to me in the morning. I ran my fingertips along her creamy flesh as I slowly opened my eyes and glanced down at the woman cuddled tight to my side with her head resting on my chest.

  Robyn?

  It took me a moment to recall the events of the previous day. This wasn’t just some woman, this was the one woman in my life I’d ever loved and here she was tucked against me, softly snoring. This past week felt so surreal. It was blowing my mind that she was here right now.

  And I had a son sleeping in the room down the hallway. A son I’d tucked in and he’d said, ’night Constantine. His pronunciation of Constantine was a bit off, but that was okay. It was endearing how he said it, in a way. Was there a chance that in the future it would no longer be Constantine, but Daddy?

  Could I be a daddy? My foster father didn’t seem to think so. He hadn’t outright said it, but he might as well have. My life wasn’t a child-friendly life, it was a life of a loner. I was someone who had one-night stands, not commitments with children and a family. Could I merge the two?

  Maybe I needed to just bite the bullet and get a real job. I huffed thinking about how ludicrous that sounded. I could never be a 9-5 man. Imagine my resume. I chuckled to myself. And the job interview would be a hoot. “Mr Bateman, I see your resume is absent of work experience. What have you been up to for work?” I’d reply, “Geez, I don’t know, killing people for money.”

  I couldn’t see that interview going much beyond that point.

  But I did have savings. I could perhaps start a legit business.

  I was getting ahead of myself. I had no idea where Robyn’s mind was. Hell, technically she was still married. Granted she’d be a widow soon enough.

  If I didn’t think up a good plan for her ex-husband’s kill there’d be questions. She’d brought in the fed so no doubt they were watching him. This was going to be a tricky kill, but I’d completed tricky jobs in the past without a hitch. Accidents happen every day. The only problem was that this time I was emotionally invested.

  Funny thing was that up until the other day I was starting to think that I wasn’t capable of love. Over the years, I’d started to think my feelings for her had been my imagination. I hadn’t been in love, it was strictly infatuation. However, from the moment she walked back into my life, I began to realize I was kidding myself. Love was an emotion I was capable of feeling.

  Now I just had to figure out what in the hell I was going to do with this realization.

  As much as I would have liked to stay there in bed with her, I knew there was a child down the hall who would be waking at any moment. As carefully as possible I slipped out of bed and made my way to the closet. Grabbing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms I pulled them on, tightened the drawstring and left the bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.

  Heading down the hallway I began to hear video games coming from Austin’s bedroom. 6 a.m. and he’s up with video games. Hmmm. If I were to be a part of this child’s life the video game time would be seriously cut down. Didn’t children ever play outside anymore? Of course considering the situation we were in it was the best way to keep him occupied until everything was settled again.

  “Hey buddy. Up rather early, aren’t you?” I entered the bedroom to see him sitting cross-legged on the floor intent on killing either plants or zombies, I wasn’t sure which.

  “I get up early. Mommy says I’m an early bird.”

  “Early bird catches the worm,” I supplied for him.

  “Yep. Mommy says that.”

  “Your mom is pretty smart.”

  He nodded, paused the game and looked at me with those blue eyes. Just looking at him reminded me of my childhood, before my bio-parents were murdered and I was put into the system. Life was good back then. “Daddy too. Daddy works a lot and fights with Mommy. He makes her sad, but I miss him.”

  It was like a knife cutting through my heart hearing him call another man his father, especially a piece of shit like Gabriel Salvatore. It was at that moment I knew, I needed to take my rightful spot as his father.

  “How about you put the game up for a while and me and you will go find something to do. I have a swimming pool out back. Can you swim?”

  He shook his head.

  “Then you’re going to learn, little buddy.”

  He gave me a wide smile and put the controller away.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Gabriel Salvatore

  “Boss.”

  Pausing with my drink, a rum and coke, to my lips I stared up at my second-in-command, Cain Ramirez. Cain looked nervous, his dark eyes shifting from side to side but refusing to make eye contact, which meant he had bad news. I had a reputation for having a quick temper. The last person to give me bad news had an unfortunate accident with the F train. Accidents happen.

  “Fucking spit it out, I don’t have all day.” I motioned to the large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked one of my clubs. Drugs flowed freely here – at least my drugs did. No one else dared deal on my turf. Any unlucky bastard to unwittingly deal here was given a lesson in manners for their first offense. Let’s just say their second offense would be their last. “I have a club to run.” Truth be known, it ran quite well without me, though I did have a shipment coming in in an hour that I had to be there for.

  “Chester.”

  “What about him?” Fuck me senseless, all this pussyfooting around the topic was going to get Cain a fucking bullet in the head.

  “He’s dead.”

  I leaned back into my leather desk chair and downed the drink in its entirety. “Fucking druggie. Did the idiot go off and OD himself?” Chester had been my first-in-command. He was an idiot and a user, but he was a loyal idiot and in my type of business loyalty was king so I trusted him with many of my most important matters, such as the termination of my bitch of a wife, Robyn.

  But I was fond of the kid and he adored dear old Daddy. Once she was out of the picture the kid would belong to me and I’d groom him to take over my empire as he came of age. He was a smart little fucker – even at five years old you could see the kid was destined for great things.

  “He was found in the shitter of a subway station with his throat slit.”

  Well, that would explain why he hadn’t reported back to me on the hitman he’d hired or Robyn. “
So was it a random act, some junkie not get the shit he needed so took matters into his own hands or…”

  “The police are looking into it.” Cain shifted from one foot to another. There was more he wasn’t telling me. I had had enough of his hesitating.

  Grabbing the revolver that was mounted under my desktop, I pointed it at Cain. “Fucking spit it out or I swear to God I’ll blow your motherfuckin’ brains out all over this office.”

  “Robyn has disappeared. We may have waited too long and she may have already cut a deal with the feds.”

  “Fucking whore!” I saw red, rage filling me fuelled by the effects of the cocaine I’d snorted not too long ago. I don’t snort often – dealers who snort too much of their own product don’t stay in business for long – but I’d been on edge ever since that little bitch left. My finger squeezed the trigger and the gun sounded. My aim was off, missing the target of his forehead and whizzing past his head, but coming so close that it grazed his ear. Cain screamed out, his hands going to his bleeding ear.

  “She may not have. I just know she’s gone.” There was sheer terror in his eyes, but Cain didn’t run, he took the bullet like a champ. He was a good grunt. My new first-in-command, it would appear. Of course, if he had tried to run I would have just shot the coward in the back and done the world a favor.

  “I want you to track down that useless hitman we hired and put a bullet in his worthless head. No one takes my money and doesn’t deliver. And I want you to find Robyn.”

  “And then what, Sir? If she’s in police custody, it’ll be hard to get to her.”

  “Find a way, be creative, whatever it takes and bring her to me. I want to see that cunt die with my own eyes, no more leaving this shit to chance.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Now get out of here and clean up, you’re bleeding on my floor.”

  Chapter 18

  Constantine

  “I’m not so sure about this.”