Bride Unwanted

8. Talon

TALON

Over the next few days,Callie and I continue to grow ever closer. She begins to really trust me. I can feel it in her embrace. The way she holds me just a little longer. Not wanting to let go.

As she grows more trusting, I grow more and more protective of her. The thought of someone hurting her makes my temper boil and my stomach churn. Like an intrusive thought, it snakes its way into my brain.

I also know that I can’t hide her forever. Eventually, someone will find out about my marriage. Shaking my head, I banish the thoughts to the back of my mind. “Just be happy.” My father’s advice when I told him I would be stepping away for a few weeks to get to know Callie.

I took it as surface level advice, but the old man was wiser than me once again. He was telling me to allow myself not to worry for a few days. That I had a lifetime of worry ahead of me. Deciding to at least halfway heed his advice, I come to the conclusion that after my “Honeymoon” I will worry. Until then, I have protection around us. Plus, a .45 under my shoulder.

“How is your mom adjusting to her new surroundings?”

Callie’s nose is buried in her phone, scrolling through social media. The mention of her mom breaking the spell most people seem to be under with them. I wasn’t totally innocent. I watch the stock market like a hawk.

“She loves it,” she says excitedly. “It’s really done a lot for her spirits.”

I bought her a place of her own and hired an entire medical staff. The hospital was nice. But I wanted her to have dedicated care.

“Good,” I say simply. “Why don’t you go get dressed and let’s go out for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t want to go anywhere fancy. Let’s go to a real pizzeria,” she whines.

I roll my eyes. I don’t really like pizza. It’s a lot of calories for a small amount of food, but she’s been on my case since yesterday to get a slice.

“Fine. I will take you to eat pizza.” I relent.

“Yessssss.” She pumps her fist.

I text my driver to pull around. I don’t bother calling for security because it’s in my part of NY. Little Italy has been in my family for generations. Heading into our bedroom, I open my drawer and pull out a little gift I have for Callie.

Vibrating panties courtesy of my local sex shop. I want to see her squirm in public. I will make her change into them at the restaurant.

Callie comes out of the bedroom in a tight sundress. My cock twitched at the thought of her little pussy only being covered by a couple pieces of cloth.

“I might not be able to wait until later to fuck you in that dress.”

She gives me a devilish grin and swirls the bottom of the dress. Pulling it up, she reveals a tiny thong that barely contains her pussy inside of them.

“I thought you might like seeing what’s waiting for you,” she says innocently.

Fighting back the urge to rip everything off of her, I take her into my arms and feel the perfect ass that only I get to have. My hands roam her body, and her breathing starts to pick up. Taking her throat into my large hand, I give it a squeeze. She sucks in a breath at the sensation.

“When I get you home, all of your holes will be taken tonight,” I say through gritted teeth.

The look she gives me almost sends me over the edge. She motions her head toward the bedroom as if to say why wait? Letting her go, I continue to gather my things.

“But first, we have to get pizza, so you will stop pestering me.”

Her lips pout, but I know she is hungry. Sex will be lackluster unless I get some food in her. My performance would suffer as well. So food before fun.

Pressing the button to open the front door, I extend my hand toward the opening.

“Ladies first,” I say in the most gentlemanly way I can muster.

She nods, like a queen accepting a curtsy, and walks through and out to the car. I open her door for her and offer my hand to help her inside. I close the door behind her and walk around and climb in myself.

The ride to the pizzeria that a friend of mine owns won’t take long, as it isn’t too far away. I used to eat there as a kid almost every day after school. His dad owned it then, a capo to my old man. His old man has been in prison now for eight years.

He took the fall for a coke shipment and got sentenced to ten to fifteen years. Now his son, Joey, runs the place. As soon as we walk in, I hear a yell from the back near the ovens.

“Oooh, hey, Talon,” Joey calls. “I haven’t seen you in a hundred years, it feels like. Come, give me a hug.”

We give each other a stiff embrace. Breaking away, I look around and feel at home. This place hasn’t changed in twenty years.

“Hey, Joey, meet my wife, Callie,” I say, beaming with pride.

“Wife? When the hell did that happen?” he asks with wide eyes.

I take a minute and explain everything to him. After giving him the brief version of events, he shakes his head in amazement.

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d settle down.” He chuckles.

The comment brings a smile to my face as well. My father would agree.

“Listen, Callie wanted to have the best pizza in town. So obviously, I brought her here. We’ll be in the corner. Just send out some of your best stuff for her to try.”

“Of course, anything you want, it’s on the house. I’ll grab you some drinks.”

Nodding at him, I take Callie’s hand and lead her to our table. Taking the seat with my back to the wall so I can see the whole restaurant.

“My grandfather used to do that,” Callie says.

“What? Be friends with a dude who runs a pizza shop?” I tease.

“No.” She laughs. “Sit with his back to the wall. He was in Vietnam. Did you serve?”

“No. It’s just the nature of my business. It makes me on edge sometimes.”

It wasn’t really a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth. A truth I planned on telling her after my vacation. That her husband was in line to take over the biggest crime family in New York.

That being paranoid is something that keeps you alive. Joey comes over and saves me from further questioning with some beer for me and wine for her. He also brings a few slices of pizza out and sits them on the table.

“Thanks, Joey.”

“No problem, Boss,” Joey returns.

A confused look comes over Callie’s face and before she can consider his comment anymore, I bring out her gift.

“I need you to go to the bathroom and put these on,” I say, more of a statement than a request.

She takes the small box from me and opens it. She immediately turns red and looks up at me.

“You want me to change my panties…now?” she whispers.

“Those aren’t just panties,” I say, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “Those are vibrating panties. They will stimulate your clit. I want you good and wet by the time we get home. Now go put them on.”

She looks around as she stands. Even though there’s only a few other people in the restaurant. It’s enough people to make her nervous.

“What if someone sees us?” she questions nervously. There is also a note of excitement in her voice. I can tell the thought turns her on.

“There’s not that many people here. It will be like a trial run. Before we move to bigger crowds.”

Smiling, she heads to the bathroom. She comes back five minutes later carrying the same box. She opens it to show me the thong she had on before. As she sits down, I get out the remote that controls it.

“Let’s eat,” I say, turning the vibration on low, making her gasp next to me.

I start eating and almost come from how good the pizza is. Opening my eyes, I’m met with a smug look from Callie. I put my hands up in surrender.

“Fine, this is really good,” I say with a laugh.

Looking at the remote on the table, I hit the button to turn up the intensity. Drawing in a quick breath, I see Callie’s skin start to become flush.

“You okay?” I ask with a grin.

“Completely.”

Her reply feels almost like a challenge. I smile and inwardly accept her challenge. I turn the vibration up again and call Joey to the table with a wave of my hand.

“Yeah, Talon, what can I do for you?”

“Joey, my wife really likes pizza. Isn’t that right, Callie?”

We both look at Callie, who is trying her best not to look like something is vibrating on her clit.

“It is really good,” she strains out.

I hit the up button on the remote and turn back to Joey.

“She has been bugging me for a slice of pizza for two days now. It’s crazy.”

Her hand hits the table, and she tries to play it off as an accident. She squirms in her seat like a toddler needing to pee. I turn it up once more and put my hand to my ear.

“What was that, babe? I couldn’t make out what you were saying there.”

Her breathing becomes labored, and I can tell she can’t take much more.

“I think she may need a glass of water, Joey. Could you grab one for her?” I say, feigning concern.

Joey doesn’t say anything, just turns to get her water. I decide enough playing around and turn the vibration as high as it goes. I lean forward, catching her throat in my hand. I bring her ear to my mouth.

“You’re going to come in this restaurant. I want everyone that’s here to know what’s happening,” I say, putting pressure on her neck.

That sends her over the edge, and she lets out a moan. Her legs shake with the power of her orgasm. I hold her neck the whole time and only let go when she is done.

I pull up the hem of her dress and pull the panties to the side. I dip my fingers into her and find that she is soaked. I retract them and lick my fingers dry in front of her before sitting down.

Continuing to eat, I leave her there, sitting dazed from the orgasm. She finally returns to earth and gnaws on a slice of pizza. After we have our fill of pizza, it is time to go back home.

My cock has been throbbing ever since she came. I need to relieve myself as well. I stand up and take her hand to go back to the car. I don’t bother paying. Joey wouldn’t take it, anyway.

I walk out with her onto the sidewalk. I see someone that sours my mood.

“Anthony Moreno, what are you doing in my city?”

The Moreno family had been trying to invade our territory for years now. Him being in this part of town is brave of him. Tony is my age. But he looks much older due to the cigarettes and the fact he is a functional alcoholic.

“What? I can’t even come around to eat?” he retorts.

Great. Turning to Callie, I take her hand, making sure she is looking at me.

“Babe, why don’t you go ahead to the car. I’ll be along shortly, and we’ll head back home,” I say, smiling. “I need to talk to this guy from work, okay?”

Her brows furrow, and she gives me a puzzled look.

“Is everything all right?” she whispers.

“Everything is fine.” I smile. Giving her a wink and a gentle push toward the car. She relents and starts walking.

“What are you doing here?” I demand, turning toward Tony.

A chuckle escapes his lips that makes my blood boil. Keeping my composure, I stare at him, waiting for an answer.

“Just to let you know that shit is about to change. It’s time for another family to sit at the head of the table.”

“Are you done?” I say calmly. “The only thing about to change here is your heart rate. Go back to that shit hole you call a home and don’t come back.”

“Nice new wife you got there.”

I pull the gun from my shoulder and point it at his head.

“Don’t even look at her. If she’s around, you look at the ground. Or I’ll put a bullet in your head.” The venom in my voice is evident.

“Why wait?” he challenges.

If I kill him, it will start a war. He knows that as well.

“Maybe another time,” I promise.

“I suppose I found a soft spot, after all.”

I glare as he turns and gets into a BMW. He speeds off. The sound of tires screeching following him. Shaking my head, I start toward the car. I swear I am going to kill him one day.

I round the corner and immediately see a hole in the windshield of a car. As I get closer, my heart starts to pound. That’s my car. I break into a full-on sprint. Pumping my legs as fast as they will go. Please no.

As I get to the front bumper, I can see the driver slumped over with a bullet hole in his head. Ripping the back door open, I am convinced I’ll find Callie dead. Somehow, I have my gun out, pointing it inside in case someone has her.

My gut sinks as I find the back empty. Doing the only thing I know to do, I take out my phone and call my old man.

“Hey, Pop, listen. They took her. They took Callie.”