Chapter Twenty Nine | Axel
I guess threatening to put a baby in her belly was a moot point as I lean against the door staring down at the stick in my hand. The pink plus sign staring up at me as she paces in my room. She’s nervous and mumbling about how she swore she’d never have kids, and some mentions of putting my dick on a poker and cooking it at the next family outing. Which, isn’t something we do, so I’m not sure where she got that idea.
I’ve been fucking her raw for weeks now, hoping that she’d get pregnant, the ultimate marking of my territory. I know I wanted this, but seeing the reality of it is far different than imagining it while I pump my cock into her.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, turning to see a pissed off Cordelia. Her brows are furrowed, scrunching her nose and lips with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I will pluck your eyes out.” She snarls.
“I’m only asking because these can’t always be trusted.”
“My grandfather had me tested.” I snarl, “The paper said I was. I’ve peed on three of those, that was the last one.” She shakes her head and starts pacing again, flipping me off as she does.
I listen to her mumbling, watching her walk around my room. “I kill men, for fun. Boil their body parts, for fun. I fuck, for fun. I strip, or well did, for fun. I enjoy fun, how can I have my kind of fun now? Stupid dicktasticly dickity delicious thick ass dick.” She goes on to call me a string of colorful names and threatens to remove my dick and eyes a few more times and then stops moving and drops to her knees on the floor.
My body moves faster than I can think as I bend down to lift her chin so she looks at me. “Pull yourself together.” I say, which sounds way fucking ruder than I mean it to be, but I’m not really a nice guy, so what exactly am I supposed to say in this moment.
“Go fuck yourself. You’ve ruined my life.” She slaps my hand away.
“Ruined your life?” I ask, kneeling down as I grab her jaw. “That’s my child in there, too.”
“You did this. I told you I wasn’t on birth control.” She punches me in the chest and then keeps hitting me. “I can’t be a mom, what kind of serial killer raises children?” Then her eyes widen as she looks at me, because I was raised by a serial killing mob family. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Our child will be loved, and it will never want for anything.” I pull her up to her feet. “Whether you’re ready or not, the baby is coming.”
“We can’t have a child, Axel. I have a life to get back to. I’ve let you control enough of it, it’s time for you to back the fuck off.”
Does she seriously think I’m just going to let my wife and child go back to her house so she can strip at night and leave my child with whoever she finds to watch it that night? She’s out of her fucking mind.
Pulling her to the dresser, I open the box on top of it and remind her who the fuck she is. “Cordelia Mazitti.” I point to her name on the certificate. “You are my wife, and you’re staying here with me. If I have to lock you in this room, I will. But you and my child are not going anywhere.”
“I hate you so much.” She says, fighting back tears, she’s really not feeling this whole she’s mine thing.
“Cordelia.” Her name tastes like betrayal on my tongue when I realize that I’ve trapped her to me. I’ve done what my father told me not to fall for. She’s been ripped out of her life, forced to stay with me, forced to carry my child now, and all because I wanted her after I saw her on that fucking pole dancing. It was like she was the only person in the world as she moved. I knew right then and there that she’d be mine, whether she wanted it or not.
I do not feel guilt or remorse. It’s not written in my DNA, I’ve watched my fathers with my mother, the domination, the control, but she only allows them to do it because she wants it. Cordelia doesn’t want this? Am I the same kind of monster that she’s fought off her entire life? If the roles were reversed I would have thrown her into a game to watch her die, anyone in my family would have. We don’t take kindly to people forcing our hands.
Fuck. But she’s mine.
Only mine.
No one will ever lay a fucking hand on what’s mine.
How do I make her see that?
“Axel, are you even listening to me?” Cordelia shouts as she slaps me across the face. I rub my cheek and look down at the fired up woman before me, her cheeks flushed and stern eyes are burning through me.
“I wasn’t.”
She lets out a frustrating growl as she stomps off. “I want to see Cara.” She storms out of my room and slams the door shut behind her.
“Wait!” She can’t tell them she’s pregnant, not until I convince her to stay.
I yank the door open and turn down the hall to see her crying in my father’s arms. Ooh, I’m fucked. The one thing you never do is make a woman cry, not like this. When I made my sister upset and cry, Damien tied my hands behind my back and let them beat the fuck out of me.
“Pregnant?” Damien quirks a brow as he lifts my wife from the ground when she collapses.
“Did you just knock my wife out?” I snarl, stepping forward to take her from him.
“No. Get her down to your mom.” He drops her into my arms and I look at him like he’s lost his fucking mind. “She’s had kids, take her down there.” The look Damien gives me in return kicks my stupid ass in gear, obeying my stupid father like I always do.
Carrying Cordelia downstairs I see Cara, Maci, and Mom sitting in her office, all three of them jump to their feet when I walk in with my unconscious wife. “What’d you do to her now?” Maci scoffs, rushing to our side.
“Nothing. I just think she’s exhausted.” I say moving past Maci.
“Then take her to bed.” Cara says, like I’m an idiot.
“Dad said to bring her to Mom.” I shrug, laying her down on the couch in Mom’s office.
“Why?” Mom asks, pulling her hair up out of the way.
“She’s pregnant and not taking it very well.” I say, as I run my finger over her lips, the cute bow with the beautiful pink shade that is uniquely her. I will burn the world down and dance on the ashes with her, every fucking day of my life if that’s what she wants. If she wants to bathe in the blood of men who wrong women, then I’ll gladly hold them down while she slices into them.
“Pregnant?” Cara sighs, “How did you respond?” They ground me out of the way, getting to Cordelia.
“I asked her if she was sure, then told her that she and the baby aren’t going anywhere.” I reply, feeling a little bored with all the questions.
“Oh perfect, question her about it then tell her sorry bitch your life is mine now, way to go little bro.” Cara stifles a laugh, “You’re gonna owe her a huge apology when she wakes up. Better start thinking about how you’re going to get her to forgive you.”
“Forgive me?”
“We all know she didn’t want kids, she told me and I told them. Which means you made this happen, and then you tell her that she’s stuck here.” Maci punches me in the arm as Cara keeps talking. “You really fucked up this time.”
“I did not fuck up. She’ll get over her antics and learn to love the child.”
“Get the fuck out.” I hear Damien from the office door say to me. “You have a lot to learn about women, Son.”
“New baby! So exciting.” Lincoln pops up around my father and moves through to stand with Mom as I walk towards Dad.
Kenan stands out in the foyer and nods for me to follow him, so I do, because fuck all that excitement. They can watch her for now, I have our whole lives to keep an eye on her. “Dude, you put a baby in her?” He asks, shutting his bedroom door after we walk into it.
“Of course I did. I told you she was mine in the car ride to the warehouse.” I lean against his dresser as he bounces back onto his bed.
“I just found some information I think you might want to know.” He says pointing to a yellow folder beside me on the dresser. I pick it up and flip it open, “Her friend from the bar has a missing person case open on Cordelia, apparently she’s been missing for a while now.” He laughs, lighting a cigarette.
“I thought you stopped smoking?” I ask.
“Nah, been smoking since you went inside for me.” Kenan inhales, propping himself up on the bed by his elbows. As I read through the information, I noticed my name in the report too. What the fuck?
Cordelia Lilith Crawford last seen at work with Axel James Mazitti. Mr. Mazitti has recently been released from prison after a five year span for narcotics. His first offense he pleaded guilty. Sources say that he took the plea to keep the investigation from seeking out the truth of the Mazitti family. The truth behind the Mazitti family, that is where I’ll focus this story, where we will learn what’s hidden behind castle walls, where no one has come back from that doesn’t work for them. Is Cordelia dead? Is she now one of them? Only time will tell, and I will get to the bottom of this.
“Where’d you get this?” I ask, flipping through more information about us.
“From the reporter's computer. I tried to erase it all, but I couldn’t do it remotely.” Kenan inhales another drag from his cigarette.
“Did you tell Mom about this?”
“Yup, and the dads have decided that she’s my target.”
I laugh, “Good luck with that, my target ended up being my wife and now mother of my child.”
“That won’t happen. I’ll have a trail of weeping pussies for miles if I keep one for too long.” Kenan chuckles, laying back on the bed. “However, the missing person’s report needs to be handled. You’re going to have to take Cordelia out to see her friends and squash the missing person part of that report. Since she’s not actually missing.”
“Well, I did kidnap her.” I shrug, setting the folder down. “But, I suppose to keep the heat off, I’ll have to take her back to work to see her friends and to the police station.”
“Make sure you go to Metro, we have the Captain in our pocket.”
“I know the drill, those assholes down at South are the reason I was sent to prison.” I shake off the anger I feel inside and push off his dresser. “I’ll get it taken care of.”
Walking towards the door I hear Kenan shuffle on the bed, “Congrats on the kid.” Kenan says, moving through his room. “Try not to fuck it up like they did us.” He disappears into the bathroom and shuts the door.
There are times when I wish I had been born into a different family, one that didn’t kill, sell drugs and weapons, and a slew of other illegal activities. But, if I had ended up anywhere else, I wouldn’t have found Cordelia.
Cordelia and my unborn child are the only important things I have in my life. So if I have to string up a few men or take my woman hunting to make up for forcing her to be with me, then so be it.
May the streets run red with blood, and my dick stay wet in her cunt, because nothing could ever stop me from keeping her around.