Assassins & Mob Wives: Couples Retreat

by Posey Parks

  “All your buddies are in their own personal torture chamber.” I chuckled.

  “Since you had the biggest mouth you were rewarded with us.”

  Jacob faced Carl forward and adjusted the screen of lights behind him.

  “Hanging your miserable ass would be too easy. You need to feel every ounce of pain.” Jacob leaned over him.

  “Baby, goggles.”

  “Oh, yeah. The wife’s always worried about my face. Well, except for the other night.” He winked at me.

  Placing my hand over my mouth, I giggled at the memory.

  I adjusted the goggles over his eyes.

  He pecked my lips. “Don’t look so damn hot. Those pouty lips are all I want to feel right now. He swayed his thumb over my pouty lower lip. That’s the PG version for now, anyway.”

  I laughed. “Whiskey?”

  “Yes.”

  I scurried over to our work station and poured us each a glass of whiskey. I hadn’t drunk vodka in hours. A small glass of brown liquor wouldn’t hurt.

  “Now, where was I?”

  “Mr. Latters, you don’t have to do this,” Carl cried like the bitch he was.

  “You’re wrong, I do. You tried to take the most precious woman in my life away from me.” Jacob leaned forward.

  “My beautiful African American wife.” His deep voice rattled the instruments on the table.

  “How...fucking...dare you,” he roared, nostrils flaring.

  Jacob swayed the blow torch across his shoulder. My fingers wrapped around the glass and my lips curled upward as the smooth barley taste hit my tongue. The smell of burning flesh lit my nose hairs.

  Carl howled like a wounded dog. This level of torture was indeed poetic. He snuffed out so many black people over the years.

  Shoving my glass in Jacob’s hand, I met his protruding gaze. I thought his eyes would pop out of his skull. His fingers flexed around the glass and blow torch. The entire room halted. I felt their eyes burning around us. Jacob’s rage set off a chain reaction amongst the other husbands.

  The guys electrocuted or chopped limbs off of our enemies. The wives and I stared at each other. We were paralyzed in silence. Our husbands were hurting. Men who hated us based on the color of our skin wanted to kill us. Not for an ill act, but based on pure hate. Our white husbands apologized for the disgusting actions of those of their race. What if we weren’t armed last night? Things could’ve gone south. The relief I felt when my husband stepped to my side last night, I couldn’t explain it at the moment. What came to mind now was thankfulness. They were over bearing all week and insisted upon having our backs when we protested it wasn’t needed.

  Jacob refilled the glass, then sipped in silence. His cold eyes bore into Carl.

  Grabbing the other blow torch, I lowered my safety goggles and seared Carl’s pale thigh.

  His screams were fuel to my rage. Was this justice? No, we were removing a few of those who would’ve killed more of us.

  Blood gushed from his flesh, streaming down his leg. Carl’s shallow breaths were barely visible.

  The can rolled from my hand across the floor. “Knife please?” I wiggled my fingers toward Jacob.

  The cold steel pressed into my palm. “Thank you, honey.”

  Standing tall, I gripped his blond hair, yanking his head back until I could peek into his hooded blue eyes. “The remainder of my vacation starts the moment I walk out of that door. As my wonderful mafia family would say NESSUNA PIETÀ, NO MERCY,” I roared, whipping the knife across his throat.

  Blood oozed down his bare chest. Stepping back, my fingers extended, and the blade clanked against the cement floor. Arms swallowed me. Tears burst forth I didn’t know I had to give.

  “We’re alive,” Sierra whispered.

  “We love you, Samantha,” Sydney sniffled.

  “Don’t forget we were pretty badass all week,” Emoni chuckled.

  Leave it to one of my sisters to bring joy to such a somber occasion.

  “I love you guys,” I breathed.

  They stepped back, and I met each of their six beautiful gazes. “Are you ready for Punta Cana?” A smile spread across my lips.

  “Yes,” Carmen and Zoey shouted in unison.

  ∞

  The bed dipped. “Mommy.” The bed dipped again. “Mommy, wake up.”

  “Charlotte, stop jumping.” My eyes fluttered open.

  “Ok. You’re naked.” She giggled into her hand.

  I peeked down at the sheet covering my nude body. Clutching it under my chin, I pointed toward the clothes scattered around the room.

  “Can you grab mommy’s shirt off the floor?” She landed on her bottom, then bounced off the bed.

  “Yes.” Toting her iPad under her little arm, she picked up my shirt. “Found it.” She placed it on the bed.

  “Thanks, baby.” I pulled the shirt over my head.

  An arm stretched across my belly. Jacob mumbled in his sleep. “We’re not done making a baby.”

  My eyes grew in size. Shit.

  “Charlotte, tell daddy good morning.”

  She flopped on his chest. His eyes popped open.

  “Good morning. I missed you.” He kissed her cheek.

  Jacob’s eyes fell over her. “Your hair is cute. Who did it?”

  “Nana.”

  Figures. My mother loved styling Charlotte’s hair in pigtails. The door creaked open and Madison and Hunter ran inside, climbing on top of us.

  Our little family was together again. I smothered my children in kisses. “Mommy missed you guys so much.”

  “Nana said you leave later.”

  “We do. We’ll be back next week. Let’s eat breakfast.”

  Hunter clapped his hands. “Pancakes.”

  “And bacon.” Madison waved her hand.

  “Go to Nana and ask for apple juice. I’ll be down in just a minute.”

  “Ok.” They scurried out the door.

  “Jacob, get up.”

  His fingers slipped between my legs. “Slide back on my cock.”

  “No.” I pushed his hand away. “Last night was just what I needed. We’ll have to wait to make love again. It will be blissful in Punta Cana tonight.”

  “You’re right.” He threaded his fingers through his hair.

  “Shower?”

  “Separate, Jacob.”

  He sat up and hurled me over his shoulder. “Nonsense.”

  The second the door closed about four hours ago, Jacob peeled off my clothes and chucked his boots across the room. My fingers scratched his abs under his T-shirt as our lips tangled. Slivers of moonlight sliced across our skin. He tugged his shirt over his head, then bit my neck as I fumbled with his belt buckle.

  Staring into his eyes, I leaned against the wall, splaying my fingers over his pecs. He climbed out of his jeans. “I want to be so deep inside you, baby. Fuck, I love you so much, Samantha.”

  Jacob gripped my ass, hoisting me up into his arms. My lips smashed into his as he walked backwards toward the bed. I gripped his face and plastered kisses all over his forehead and cheeks.

  “Thank God we weren’t that far behind you last night, Sam.”

  His ass hit the bed, and he clenched my nipple between his teeth. Straddling him, I stroked his dick behind my back.

  Head to the ceiling, I inhaled sharply. “We’re Skylar and Hunter.”

  He met my gaze. “We are my precious soul mate,” he mumbled around a mouthful of my breast.

  Jacob slipped two fingers inside me.

  “Oh, yes, Jacob. Give me the dick.”

  “Gladly,” he murmured against my lips as he lined his cock up with my entrance. Hand plastered along my neck and cheek; he filled my wet pussy with the only dick I craved on the daily.

  “I’d like to put our bullshit from Sunday aside. You’re here in my arms. That’s all that matters.” His pink lips swayed along mine.

  I pushed Jacob and his back hit the bed. Digging my knees into the mattress, I bounced up and down
as he gripped my hips, pounding deep inside me. He hit that spot that needed the comfort of the head of his dick. Sliding along his long thick shaft, my body shuddered as my palms pressed against his pecs. A surge of heat shot through my body. Sweat dripped between us. He wouldn’t let up. He thrust again and my body shook. Jacob’s hand caressed my side as the other gripped my ass keeping me still allowing me to ride out my orgasm. He was my orgasm king. My shaky hand brushed the wet hair stuck to my forehead.

  Tugging my wavy locks, his gaze held mine. “Take every inch, baby. Fuck, I love being inside you.”

  My eyes swept across his chest and that magnificent sexy angular jaw. Every woman wanted what was mine. No one could have Jacob Latters.

  I loved the way his hips circled each time he hammered my pussy. Felt like I was suspended in the air. The pleasure tore through me again.

  “Samantha,” he bit out as he rolled us.

  Pushing my leg back, Jacob thrust deeper.

  “Oh, shit. Don’t stop.” My eyes hooded. “That feels so good.”

  My fingers gripped Jacob’s hair and his lips crushed mine.

  Jacob’s large hand held my knee as he slammed into me again and again. I inched backwards.

  “Nope, take it. You know you want that third orgasm.”

  I shoved my tongue past his lips. Clawing at his back, I rotated my hips in the opposite direction, feeling each stroke he gave. My legs quivered, and a shrill released from my throat, triggering the overdue tears.

  “I’m sorry for the insensitive behavior I displayed Sunday.”

  I shook in his arms. “Don’t ever do that again,” I whimpered.

  All the danger that affected our lives last night and my husband knew him copping an attitude was still in the back of my mind.

  My legs went limp as he slammed into me a final time.

  “I missed you, Samantha,” he groaned as his face contorted and his cock jumped inside me. Jacob’s eyes rolled in the back of his head.

  He stilled and his eyes slowly opened. Hovering over me, his lips devoured mine. The tears continued.

  “You’re my everything, Jacob.”

  “Samantha, it will be ok, baby.” He pulled me into his chest.

  “We need this vacation, Jacob.”

  He slipped the sheet over us. “I agree. More time to make a baby.” Jacob held me tight. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

  I pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Jacob, everything is fine.”

  “Is it? We have another dangerous job to fulfill toward the end of our vacation.”

  I wallowed my hair against his collarbone. “Yeah, we do.”

  When didn’t we have a dangerous mission? With a fourteen-member team, I felt confident we’d succeed.

  GRIPPING THE HORSES’ reins, we sat amongst the cattle, taking in the view.

  Acres of lush green grass rolled across the property. This was the perfect way to end our stay in Dallas. The cowboy hats sat on our freshly pressed hair that cascaded over our plaid clad shoulders.

  Putting last night behind me was difficult, but needed.

  “It’s so peaceful here,” Sydney sighed.

  “Yup, I love this ranch. What I’ll love more is Punta Cana,” I grinned.

  “After the week we had we definitely need the beach.”

  “Yes,” Sierra wrinkled her nose.

  “The second my ass hits the seat on the jet, I’m drinking.” Emoni pointed her index finger toward the blue sky.

  “Yes, I’m with you.” Carmen slapped her hand.

  “We need to pop open a few of those bottles from the winery,” Sydney stated.

  “We do,” Zoey agreed.

  “That reminds me. Sierra, was Dillon upset with you about something last night?” I peeked at her.

  “Yes. He wanted to know why I didn’t tell him about the guy who flirted with me at the rafting outing.” She shook her head.

  “He said Tom would be dealt with once we returned home.”

  “Sierra, did you really think he wouldn’t find out?” Emoni quirked a perfectly arched brow.

  “I hoped it was over. Dillon said he had the guy followed. You’ll never guess where too?”

  Our eyes widened. “Where?” I cranked my neck, meeting her gaze.

  “Kansas City and Tulsa. He watched us dance and act a fool in the hotel parking lot before we left for the club. Dillon said he occupied a room for the night. Probably thought we were coming back to the hotel. Rémy and Romeo collected our belongings we left behind in the rooms.”

  “That’s good,” Sydney breathed.

  “Dillon will probably kill him once we return home.”

  “He was asking for it, Sierra.” Carmen threw her hands in the air.

  “Exactly, why would the man follow you from state to state?” Nadine shook her head. “His desire to stick his dick inside of you will get him killed.”

  “Yup, I know all about that. Marco’s watching Octavius. I knew he would. Didn’t matter to me. Octavius was always at my favorite breakfast eatery and then frequented my boutique, buying clothes for his wife. I have nothing to hide. My bodyguards are there at all times. He makes me laugh and I enjoy his company. I’d like to say it’s a harmless friendship between two married people. Sometimes you catch that extra twinkle in a man’s eyes and you know he’s sexually attracted to you. Why couldn’t we just be friends? My husband hasn’t erupted yet. He’s calm considering he should’ve probably killed him by now.”

  Sierra glared at her. “I thought you told him Marco wouldn’t be happy about all the time you’re spending together.”

  “I’ve dropped subtle hints. It’s not enough. But I can’t say if we don’t stop our conversations now my husband will grind you up. And you’ll become a distant memory.”

  “I see your point. You don’t want to draw attention to our world,” Nadine stated.

  “Tell him your husband doesn’t play well with others.”

  Zoey shrugged.

  We laughed.

  “That’s true,” Emoni sighed.

  “Time to go, ladies. We can discuss in Punta Cana,” I sang.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  BRANDON

  ASSASSIN

  THE SMOLDERING HEAT slapped me in the face the moment my feet hit the first step. We dipped off the jet in twos, walking toward the seven Suburbans parked on the tarmac in Punta Cana. We wore leisure attire. Zoey’s yellow maxi dress swayed over her sandals. My little shorty was sexy as always. My lips curled at one end as I pressed my palm against the small of her back, helping her climb into the truck. Dillon and Marco's bodyguards drove. They didn’t take chances with chauffeurs. They only trusted a few people.

  Felt like we’d never make it to Punta Cana after all the crazy shit that happened this week. The women were all about being on their own. They refused to take heed to who they were. Beautiful, strong, rich, black women. Other women perceived them as a threat. Men viewed our women as sex goddesses.

  They were to us.

  To us only.

  Lately, I’ve noticed men didn’t care our wives had husbands. That shit had to end or dirt naps would be in their future.

  My wife and I weren’t in the best place in our marriage. I glanced at her. Her eyes were glued to the greenery along the road as we drove to our villas.

  In the beginning, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The work hours I kept lately and a recent problem was partly the blame for my failing marriage. We rarely had sex anymore. Don’t get me wrong, my wife’s pussy was still my greatest weakness. Being deep inside her was one of the best feelings. I needed to get my shit together before I lost Zoey.

  The other day I whisked her away down the penthouse hallway. I kicked the door closed behind us and lowered her onto the bed. Her fingers swept over my neck.

  “Fuck me.”

  My brow wrinkled. “What?”

  “You heard me.” She fell against the bed and tore off her shoes, jeans and panties.

 
; My eyes followed her every move. Was that what it came down to, just fucking? I wanted to make love to her. I needed that personal connection we shared.

  Zoey smacked her lips and unfastened my jeans.

  “Stop, I can manage,” I growled, then flipped her on all fours. Why bother removing my pants?

  My hard on withered. Kneeling on the bed behind her, I gripped the back of her neck as I stroked my cock.

  “This is all you want right to fuck? We don’t make love anymore. All we do is fuck. I don’t want to fuck you anymore, Zoey.” I reached under her T-shirt and pinched her nipple.

  She glared over her shoulder. “You don’t mean that.”

  I slammed inside of her. “Oh, I fucking mean it.” Squeezing her nape tighter, I plunged deeper inside her pussy.

  “Shit, Brandon, I need this.” Her head dropped back as her pussy swallowed my cock. Any other day it would’ve been a beautiful sight. Not that day. I’d had it.

  “I can’t go on like this, Zoey.”

  “Don’t stop, Brandon.”

  My violent thrusts came to an abrupt halt. I stumbled to my feet. “Come on. I’ll walk you downstairs.” I gathered her panties and jeans.

  She curled into a fetal position. “Are we over? Maybe we should fly home. I can move out.” Zoey swiped at the tears.

  Still clutching her clothes, I crawled on the bed and pulled her against my chest.

  “Fuck no, we’re not over, baby. Zoey, I love you with every fiber of my being. Every molecule in my body.”

  She snorted. “You make your love for me sound like a science exhibit.”

  I marveled at those beautiful brown eyes. “Woman, I love you.” My thumb swayed her cheek.

  “You don’t act like it.”

  My brows rustled together.

  “That’s right, Dr. Asher, the expensive cars and the mansion don’t mean shit if you ignore me.”