by Posey Parks
Gripping his leg, I pointed the electric saw at his face. “This will hurt you more than it will hurt me.”
“No, no, no,” Octavius cried. The blade sliced through his shin under his knee cap. Blood oozed from his mouth and leg. I continued cutting clean through.
Dropping the saw to my side, I sat back.
“Let the war begin.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
DOMINIC
MOBSTER
‘LET THE WAR BEGIN’ were the words my friend uttered.
Whoever our enemy was called war upon the four families of New Jersey.
We may not have known who our enemy was, but we relieved ourselves of these three bastards.
Whistling low behind the plastic shield, I carved out the motherfucker's beating heart. The powerful muscle beat in my hand, then stopped. His lifeless eyes stared back at me. I threw his heart against his pretty boy face.
He down right disrespected me. I felt like a bitch in front of my wife. My fingers tingled as I held his face over the toilet bowl the other night. Gritted teeth, I stood there debating if I should kill him in a public bathroom while running for governor.
I tossed him to the floor like a wet rag.
Phone to my ear, I waited for Hugo to answer.
“Yes, boss.”
“Meet me upstairs in the men’s bathroom. There’s a problem that needs special attention.”
“Excuse you. Watch it. Hey, no pushing.” I heard in the background.
“Almost there, Dom.”
“Good.”
Hugo was still my most trusted soldier.
The door creaked open. I peeked out of the stall as I disconnected the call.
Hugo stalked toward me.
“I promised Carmen he’d leave here in one piece. Take him home.” The harsh paper towel swiped over my hands, removing most of his blood and sweat.
Diego was in and out of consciousness.
I whispered in Hugo’s ear. “Make it appear...” My eyes fell around the tiny stall. Blood splatter colored the walls. “...less like a crime scene. Then pack him up. He’s coming with us.”
“Got it, boss.”
I walked to the counter, studying my appearance in the mirror. Slicking my fingers through my hair, I plastered a devilish smile across my lips, before joining my wife.
Frazzled, nervous, Carmen was both. Kissing those sweet lips ran through my mind all day.
I was opposed to the girls’ trip. Not because I didn’t want Carmen to enjoy herself, but our enemies might get to her. They could threaten or harm my wife.
Let me backup. My brother tried to leave me behind in an attempt to control me. No one controls Dominic Magarelli. Except my beautiful wife. My balls live near her pussy.
Sebastian sent the condo information, and I hopped on the Jet en route to Chicago. After my deadly, foiled wedding reception, no one would separate me from Carmen.
I couldn’t believe she turned into a total badass since we first met. Blood shed shouldn’t have graced her precious hands. An evil, greedy bitch drove my wife to murder.
My wife became a killer because of the family in which I belonged. What did I expect would happen?
Remember, you told her through the fire. She took the private vow literally.
No one wanted me on a murderous rampage. That much was clear. As long as I could reach my wife there wouldn’t be any repercussions. Tony understood no one would keep me away from Carmen. Not one man who flirted with my wife was safe.
The plot thickened that night. After Diego was neatly tucked away, we learned the wives were in trouble. Not really. They only needed moral support. I laughed inside. The wives handled that shit. Thought I’d reward Carmen with my dick later that night, but she was too tired and rightfully so. The next morning, Carmen stirred, rubbing her ass against my cock. She had no recollection of her actions when she awoke. A freight train could run through our bedroom and she’d sleep like a bear during hibernation. The more she’d stir early mornings, the more lucent she became. I’ve studied my wife for a long time. My lips trailed along her neck as my hands slid under her tiny tank top over her erect nipples. Yup, I know I fucked her yesterday. So what? I had no desire to be inside another woman’s pussy, despite what my wife thought. The new bullshit that occurred I hadn’t mentioned to Carmen. In due time. Let’s just say I didn’t believe in killing women, but the one blackmailing me I’d happily slit her throat. If she wasn’t careful Carmen would complete the task before I could find the information I needed.
I whipped off my black boxers and flicked them over my shoulder. “Time to wake up, Mrs. Magarelli.”
Flipping Carmen on her back, I pushed her tank over her ample breasts. I hovered, lip twitching, eager to suck her taut brown nipples. Her pleasant resting face made my cock jump. I opened wide, slicking my tongue around her nipple. The taste of her salty skin ignited my need for her. Her hand slapped my shoulder.
“Babe, wake up.”
Her lids wrinkled. That’s it? Fuck.
I sat up long enough to yank her shorts down her caramel legs and threw them to the floor. Mouthwatering, I widened her legs and stared at her pussy. Are you telling me she doesn’t feel that chill brushing her clit? Stroking my cock, I leaned over her and licked her belly button. Might as well go for the gusto. Resting on my calves, I dipped between her legs, sucking on her labia like a plum. A moan escaped her pretty little lips. Almost there. My tongue slicked along her folds, hoping to strike every nerve ending in her body. I clenched her little nub between my teeth. Her back arched. “Ah,” she screamed. Peeking at her through my long lashes, I smiled. I snaked my hand under her thigh and squeezed her breast.
I’d say she was awake. I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her fingers gripped my dark hair as the sexiest moan tore through her body.
Did she come in her dreams because Carmen’s juices flowed like a faucet and I lapped up every drop?
“Dominic, oh fuck. I feel it coming again.” Her head dug into the pillow as her pussy slithered over my gruff face.
“I’m ready, Carmen. Come again. I want it all,” I growled, assaulting her tight hole with my tongue. Clutching her globes, I thumbed her pebbled nipples.
I destroyed her.
“Oh yes.” She gripped my arm as her body shuddered under me, like a shivering cat. I didn’t allow her to linger in the afterglow. Grabbing her arms, I turned her toward the headboard.
“Sit on my dick.”
“I can’t.”
Widening her legs, I lowered her pussy onto my cock. Throwing my head back, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Such good pussy.”
Her form fitting walls molded to my dick like a glove. Some men needed a break from their wives. Mine was a workaholic. Maybe that was why I could never get enough of her. Wrapping my arms around her belly, I planted kisses along her shoulders and the nape of her neck as I pounded my cock deeper inside her womb.
“I want to get you pregnant again.”
Her fingers found my face. “I want that too.”
I released a deep breath against her back. You didn’t know how long I’d waited for those words. Carmen’s desire to grow our family warmed my dark soul. A scientist only had time for their work. Carmen began working from home more and more. And spending time with our son. Postpartum depression almost destroyed my beautiful wife. We’ve come a long way in almost three years. This trip was a monumental step for her. My fingers swept over her tiny stretch marks she hated.
“I love you the way you are, Carmen.” Her head fell back, and I held her neck with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. She circled her hips, chasing my touch.
“Babe, through the fire,” she breathed.
“Through the fire, Bellissima,” I growled as I grabbed her shoulder, leaning her forward. My fingers swept over her clit with every stroke of my cock. She threw that pussy back with perfect precision, driving me to my much-needed explosion. Combing my teeth up her back, I circled my finger faster
. Carmen’s ass slammed against me as my dick filled her pussy.
“Dominic, Dominic,” she shrilled as her body quivered against me.
“Carmen...baby,” I bit out through gritted teeth. Slamming into her pussy for the final time, I shook my head as my cum crashed against her warm walls.
I pulled her with me onto the pillow.
She melted kisses all over my chest. “Dominic, I needed that.”
I pressed my lips against her hair. “Babe, I definitely needed you.”
She threaded our fingers.
That memory stuck with me all day until I asked to see the Karaoke club footage.
Sebastian grinned. “Dominic, there’s nothing to see.”
“Good if there isn’t then blood shed won’t be a factor.”
The guys slumped in their chairs with clenched cigars near their heads.
I extended my hands. “What’s everyone so uptight about?”
Wiggling my fingers, I glared at my cousin. “Hand the laptop over.”
He slid it across the coffee table. After watching thirty minutes of video footage, the blood coursed through my veins. I flashed a fake smile and placed Sebastian’s laptop in his hand. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Sebastian’s forehead creased.
He expected me to destroy the cigar bar after what I saw. There was no need. Taking it out on the culprit was a better plan.
I sat amongst the guys at the poker table after Sebastian left to handle the guy all up in his wife’s face. Couldn’t blame him. Totally understood. It was ok when the other guys lost their shit, but not me. After one hand, I threw in my cards.
“Guys, I’ll meet you back at the hotel.”
“Dom, really one hand?” Dillon frowned.
I walked toward the exit.
“Dominic.”
Shit, my brother was on my heels.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I halted and met his gaze.
“Are you leaving early to beat up on that poor asshole in your limousine bus?”
Dillon badgered me upon leaving Chicago. He said we should all ride in the new bus I rented. I told him it was a no go. He yanked open the passenger door and dipped inside. He saw Diego curled in a ball, lying on a sheet of plastic on the floor.
“Unfucking believable,” he roared.
I ignored him.
Dillon hadn’t mentioned Diego until now.
“No, I found a new chew toy.”
His head dropped in his palm. “You were getting a better handle on your anger. Please try not to kill the guy.”
I pulled my brother into my embrace. “Noted.”
Long after the ladies had left the Karaoke bar, my guys and I sat in the parking lot. The bartender said his goodbyes to his coworkers as he sauntered across the parking lot toward his economy vehicle. I flipped the hoodie over my head and hopped out of the bus. Before we arrived, I ordered Brian to drop me off. I didn’t want to ask Sebastian to wipe the cameras in the area. This was a small job.
Darkness surrounded me, swallowing me whole. A sinister smile lit my lips. Hand resting on my Glock in my pocket, I swiftly approached the bartender.
His eyes widened. “Hey, what the fuck?”
I pointed the gun at his head. “Shut the fuck up before I blow your brains out,” I snarled.
“Hey man, I don’t have any money.”
“I don’t want your money.”
His brow wrinkled.
“Yeah, I’m here about a different matter. My wife.”
His shaky hands shot in the air. “Dude, I haven’t slept with any married women.”
“Maybe not, but you flirted with one.” With all the force I could muster, I shoved my foot into his stomach. “Oof.” He flew to the ground, clutching his abdomen.
Standing over him, I cracked a cocky grin. “Dude, I get it. You thought it was harmless. You probably flirt with several married women and they bite. My wife didn’t. She’s polite to a fault. When a woman doesn’t flirt back...” I slammed my boot into his side. “Move the fuck on,” I roared.
Falling to my knees, I twisted my gloved hand in his jacket and pounded his jaw and nose. “I bet you’ll think twice next time.”
I stood, checking out my handy work. Blood smeared his cheeks and lips. He rolled on his side, groaning.
“Have a nice night,” I chuckled as I whistled off into the night.
A block away, I hopped into a cab. Brian texted me a thousand times. Like I was a fucking kid or something. This wasn’t the first time I killed in the dead of night and wouldn’t be the last. Beating a dude’s ass for flirting with my wife was minor.
I didn’t draw attention to myself. He never saw my face. No hard evidence to affect my campaign. My wife’s pretty face popped into my head. She might’ve been proud I kept it clean.
The next morning, Brian pounded on my door. “Dominic, open up.”
“What the fuck was going on?”
I jumped up, tugging my hair en route to the door. This better be important. Yanking the door open, I glared at him. “What the fuck, Brian?” I turned, plopping on the edge of the bed.
He ran his hand over the nape of his neck. “The wives left without Cruise and Jasper.”
I shot up. “What.” My voice bounced off the walls. The other guests probably heard me.
“How is that possible? Who gave you this information?” I fished clean jeans from my suitcase.
“Cruise,” Brian sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “He said the girls slipped sedatives in their coffee.”
“These men are trained to keep us safe. And they allowed tiny women to trick them.” I shook my head as I grabbed my cell.
“We need to get out of here.” I pressed Jacob’s contact as I strolled into the bathroom.
“Good morning, Dominic.”
“Yeah, ain’t nothing good about this morning. What time are we leaving?”
“In thirty minutes. Brandon tracked their location. They’re fine.”
I exhaled, staring in the mirror. “Good.”
“We should arrive about thirty minutes before them.”
“Ok.” My voice was barely audible.
I cleared my throat. “I’ll meet you guys outside.”
I ended the call. “The moment we land...” My dark eyes met Brian’s worried gaze. He stood in the hall awaiting orders. “...I want Cruise and Jaspers location.”
“Got it, Dom.”
I shot Carmen a text.
Me: Not cool, baby.
Carmen: I’m fine. I love you.
Me: I need to see you.
Carmen: Babe, tomorrow.
Curling my fists against the counter, I clenched my eyes shut, counting to ten. Respect her wishes, Dominic.
∞
I sulked the entire plane ride to Tulsa. The other guys continued on like it was just another day.
Later that evening, I hopped in the truck with Brandon. Leaning over the passenger seat, I punched Cruise’s location into the GPS.
“Are you good?” Brandon asked.
I sank into the leather seat near the window. “Yeah, I’m great. Are you ok riding with us? We’ll arrive at the restaurant right after I handle this problem. It may get a little ugly.”
He rested his head in his palm against the window. “Yeah, someone needs to be there when you lose it.”
Rémy chuckled.
“Hey.” I pointed. “This isn’t a laughing matter. They lost our wives.”
No one would dare argue with me. They knew what was good for them.
Before Rémy threw the truck in park outside the girls hotel, I opened the door. He slammed on the brakes.
I stalked down the hotel hall until I arrived at Cruise’s door. The big guy appeared defeated. I grabbed his shirt, shoving him against the wall.
“Dominic, calm down,” I heard Brandon yell from behind.
“You are my father’s best man. How could you let the girls trick you?”
“The gesture felt genui
ne.”
He glanced at Brandon.
“Wait, my wife drugged you guys?”
“Her and Nadine.”
“Shit, sorry, dude,” Brandon uttered.
Cruise stared at me. “I feel terrible. Dillon ordered us to stand down this evening.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I stepped back.
“They’re fine. The girls are down the hall.”
“What’s Carmen’s room number?”
“One fifteen.”
“Brandon, I won’t be long.” I didn’t wait for him to answer, I stalked toward Carmen’s room.
I pounded on her door.
“Who is it?”
“Your husband.” Arm resting against the door frame, my heartbeat smacked my ribcage at an alarming rate.
The door swung open, and I met her angry brown gaze.
Nothing else mattered in that moment. Grabbing her face, I slammed my lips into hers.
Carmen stabbed her palms into my chest. Her hands and mouth were on uneven playing fields. I refused to let up. My wife was pissed and so was I. Our lips tangled and teeth clashed. Her mouth was on a mission to own mine during our brutal kiss. I released her, barely able to catch my breath.
“You know how I get.”
She fell into my arms. “I know, Dominic. I’m fine, though. We’re having the best time.”
I sat on the bed, pulling her onto my lap. “The mission you ladies carried out was dangerous and should’ve never happened.”
Carmen jumped to her feet, arms crossing her chest. “I’m not the delicate flower you met years ago. You trained me to handle my own. Allow me to do so,” she roared.
I stretched out my hand. “Babe, I won’t apologize for keeping you safe. Your training was needed to help you survive in extreme cases.” I dropped my hand at my side after she refused to take it.
“Carmen, I’m proud of you.”
Her face lit up.
“You’ve held your own this entire trip. It’s just...” I dropped my head in my hands.
“You’re afraid I won’t need you.” Her soft hands swept along my back.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and met Carmen’s gaze. “I’m a bad guy. That’s who you married. I have enemies lurking around every corner. What happened to us that night...” My head fell against her chest.
