Chapter 26
Santino
“What smells so good, farfalla?”
I ask, walking into the kitchen. I was over at Emilio’s going over plans for tonight’s run and any contingency plans, just in case.
Mia gives me a warm smile and I’m struck by her beauty all over again like it’s the first time. She looks so at ease and comfortable in my apartment, and I can’t wait to see her in the home she creates for us. “I just took out the loaf of bread I baked to go with dinner. How does honey garlic chicken sound?”
“Delicious, baby, but I won’t be home for dinner tonight.”
Her smile falters and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her until she sags against me. “I’m sorry. I have something important to take care of tonight or I wouldn’t dare turn down a meal made by my beautiful wife. I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for me. I’ll wake you up with my mouth on your sweet pussy, though, if you don’t mind.” I kiss her again, and she hops up into my arms, wrapping her legs around me as I set her on the counter.
“I don’t mind. I insist, actually.”
“Good.”
I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her floral scent that makes me think of her running through a field of wildflowers with a wide smile as she calls over her shoulder for me to catch her.
“I ordered a few things for the house today,”
she tells me, scratching her nails through my hair. Damn, that feels good.
“You did? What did you get?”
“I decided to start with the living room since I didn’t get a chance to have a tour of the upstairs yet.”
Her cheeky grin has my dick remembering exactly why I didn’t get a chance to show her the entire house.
“I can take you back there anytime to finish the tour.”
I wink. “I’ll also give you a key and the security code so you can go whenever you’d like, too.”
“Thank you. I had fun searching for the perfect things today.”
“I’m glad, baby. I hope you bought some expensive things, too.”
She smirks, running her finger down my jawline. “I did.”
“Good. Now, I have to change for my meeting. You want to come watch me?”
Mia bursts out laughing and pats my cheek.
“Yes, husband, I’d very much like to watch you undress and then re-dress. It’s a free show I wouldn’t pass on.”
I lift her off the counter and carry her to our bedroom, loving the feel of her wrapped around me like a coiled snake.
I place her down the bed and she sits cross-legged with her eyes roving over my body with a cute little grin while I undress. I leave my briefs on and she frowns, making me laugh.
“Don’t worry, farfalla. I’m all yours later.”
“You don’t have time for me?”
She pouts, looking at me with sad puppy eyes and a frown.
“Oh, no. Don’t give me that look. I have to meet your family in an hour. I don’t have time to fuck you, shower, and get over there in time.”
“What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day and could easily come in a minute if you fucked me hard enough.”
Groaning, I hit my forehead against the doorframe of the closet. “Mia,”
I say painfully, my cock already begging to be inside her. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m sure you need to focus during your meeting tonight, right? That might be difficult if you’re not taken care of first. My family might notice and want to kill you.”
I look at her from beneath my lashes and she grins victoriously, scrambling off the bed and shedding her clothes in two seconds flat before running to me and jumping back into my arms.
“I’ve turned you into a monster,”
I say right before I slam my mouth down on hers and press her against the wall. She reaches between us and takes my cock out, lining me up at her entrance, but I pause to tell her, “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and you’re going to come when I tell you to come. If you’re not there when I am, then your punishment for this untimely seduction will be to wait until I get home later to come all over my cock. Understand?”
“Yes, fine. Got it. Please fuck me now.”
She’s so polite while being so dirty. I fucking love this woman.
With that declaration on the forefront of my mind, I thrust into her with a savage force, and Mia cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“That’s right, baby. Take me like the good wife you are.”
Her eyes are wild and her nails dig into my shoulders as I fuck her like an animal. She needs the quick release, and as it turns out, I do as well.
I love that if I leave her for the day, she gets herself all riled-up by just thinking about me.
She’s fucking perfect and I fucking love her.
I take her hard and fast, and with her tight, hot pussy hugging me like I haven’t been inside her in days or weeks rather than just this morning, it takes me less than a minute before I’m ready to fill her with my cum.
I tilt her hips back and drop down a little to be able to hit her deeper and reach that spot I know will get her to come in seconds. And I’m right. I feel her inner walls start to flutter around me while she gives me a deep moan I feel vibrate through me.
“Come with me,”
I demand. “Now.”
I slam into her one final time and bury myself as deep as I can go, no doubt hitting her fucking cervix as I fill her greedy pussy full of my seed.
Mia cries out as she milks my cock for all it has as her nails claw across the width of my shoulder blades. Fuck me, I hope she leaves marks. I’ll wear them with the same amount of pride as a horny teenager who just got his first hickey. Even if no one sees them, I’ll still be carrying around the evidence of our fucking while I’m out doing the last fucking thing I want to be doing tonight.
“I guess that’ll hold me over until you get home later,”
she says casually, but her glazed-over eyes are giving away the fact that I fucked her into oblivion.
I carry her over to our bed and lay her down and tuck her in. Her eyes flutter closed and I kiss her cheek. “Yes, farfalla,”
I whisper in her ear. “It’ll hold me over until I get home later, too.”
Grinning at her already sleeping form, I quickly clean myself up in the bathroom and get dressed. I can’t dress how I usually do, in a suit and tie, to deliver crates of coffee, so I go for black jeans, a black hoodie, and my black motorcycle boots I haven’t worn in forever. Probably because I haven’t taken my bike out of the garage in years.
I switch my license in my wallet out with another from my safe in the closet that has a fake name. If something goes wrong and we get pulled over, I don’t need my last name giving the cops a dead giveaway that something illegal is going on and give cause for a search.
Slipping my wallet into my back pocket, I close the safe and cover it with my stack of shoe boxes again.
I give Mia another kiss on the cheek and whisper, “Rest, my beautiful wife. I’ll see you later.”
When she said she wasn’t going to fight herself on how she felt anymore, she seriously meant it. My girl can’t get enough of my cock, and I can’t wait for the day she takes me in her mouth and I fuck her in her ass. Then I’ll really have staked my claim on every inch of her body and I’ll know I’ve filled her with my cum in every way I can.
Damn it, I can’t think about that right now. I need to focus on tonight.
Lou and the men he’s sending on the run with me tonight are meeting me and my men at the Carfano building before we head over to the warehouse by the port terminal so we can go over the route, plan, and procedure one more time.
“Santino, good to see you again,”
Lou says, shaking my hand. “These are the men joining you tonight. Four trucks and two men each.”
“They’re not big trucks. The cab can only fit three men comfortably, so one will need to ride in the back with the product. That okay?”
“Yeah, that’ll be fine. They’ll do whatever you tell them to so we can get this deal done.”
“Perfect.”
I look at his men and give them a nod of approval. “Let’s go over each of your routes again now that we’re all together.”
I pair the men up and reiterate to them to take a different route than last time to avoid tolls and major roads with cameras, and what to do once they get there.
Leo, Luca, and Nico sit and listen while I take the lead. They’re staying back and waiting for my call later to let them know it went well and we can set up a meeting with Javi to have him meet Lou to finalize the deal.
“If everyone’s good, then let’s head out.”
We pair up in SUVs so that we don’t draw too much attention with too many cars.
I turn the radio on so that no one gets the idea of talking to me on the drive. I don’t care to chitchat or shoot the shit. I’m pissed I’m here and would rather be having dinner with Mia.
We pull right into the warehouse by the port that holds the trucks. Every month, my men go to the port and pick up the crates from the shipping containers and bring them here to house them until the night we do our run.
I climb out of the car and Javi emerges from the shadows with two of his men. “Santino, I’m so glad you’re keeping your word.”
“I always keep my word, Javi. You know that.”
“Sí, of course. Introduce me to my potential new drivers.”
“This is Ronnie and Caleb. They’ll be riding with me.”
The others arrive and join us so I can introduce them all to Javi.
“Truck one, three, and four can leave now,”
I instruct. “I’ll head out last.”
We all do our cursory checks of the trucks to make sure there’s nothing wrong on the outside that will get us pulled over.
“Alright, let’s head out boys.”
We’re going to the warehouse on the outskirts of Philly that will then primarily distribute to Philly, Camden, and Trenton. The Newark warehouse in Jersey will distribute to Newark, Elizabeth, and Patterson. The Bronx warehouse is for a lot of the city, and the New Haven warehouse is for most of the North East.
At the warehouses, the drugs are handed over to men who work for Javier, who then cut and package it to be sold to various gangs, organizations, and high-volume dealers who then sell it to their customers, and so on and so forth. We’re an important link in the chain, but it’s past time to sever that link.
To avoid the tolls and cameras on I-95 and the Turnpike, we take a longer route that’s going to take us over two hours.
“We’re five minutes out, Boss,”
Darren, one of my men, informs me.
“Finally.”
My ass hurts and I need to stretch my legs, but I’m not admitting that, or I’ll sound like the old man of the group.
I turn onto a block that’s lined in warehouses, both abandoned and occupied, and when I get to the one we want, whoever is monitoring the cameras spots us, and the garage style door lifts to let us drive in.
The door shutters down behind us and I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach in a matter of seconds. It’s dark and quiet. Too dark and too quiet.
“I don’t like this,”
I say quietly.
“It’s never like this. We’re always greeted when we come in,”
Darren says back, just as quietly.
“You packing?”
“Of course.”
“How about you, Caleb?”
“I am,”
he says calmly.
“Message Ronnie in the back to stay still and quiet. Just in case something happens, he needs to stay with the product,”
I tell him, and he discreetly pulls his phone out to text him. “Get ready for anything, boys.” I pull my gun from behind my back and flip the safety off.
I’d back the fuck out of here if the reinforced barricade of a door wasn’t just closed to keep us in. There’s no way this truck will break it down.
I take a breath and scan the darkness in front of us, the headlights not showing anything but a brick wall in front of us.
“Let’s fucking do this,”
Darren says to Caleb. “Boss, you stay in here while I check it out first.”
Darren opens his door only as far as he needs to slip out, and Caleb follows right behind him. I’m not a pussy who sits back while others protect me, so I slip out of my door, and that’s when all hell breaks loose.
The first bullet rings out, and a searing fire rips through my shoulder.
FUCK!
I drop low, not knowing where it came from, and roll under the truck. I need to find the fucking light switch in this place to take away their element of surprise.
The pain is easy to ignore, and the moment the lights turn on, I know Darren or Caleb had the same idea as me. I roll out the other side of the truck and put a bullet in the chest of someone aiming their gun at Darren.
More bullets fire off, and I take cover behind a stack of crates that used to hold bags of coffee and cocaine, and pick off men that start to come out of nowhere.
Who the fuck are they?
I need to get the door open and get the fuck out of here.
I start to make my way around the perimeter of the warehouse, ignoring the burning in my shoulder.
It’s quiet for a moment and then a series of bullets ring out and I hurry over to the chains that control the door and grab the remote hanging from it. I’m about to press the black button when a bullet rips through my side and I grunt.
FUCK!
This one hit something important.
Goddamn it.
I start to slide down the wall and my vision blurs, but I manage to fire my gun off and hit the two more guys coming at me before my arm feels too heavy to hold my gun up.
“Get the door open and get in the truck!”
I hear voices yelling.
“Are they all dead?”
“Yes, get the door and let’s go!”
the guy yells again, and I close my eyes, needing them to think I’m dead. I feel like I am. Or almost there.
Someone comes next to me and kicks me, then presses the button to open the door. He turns to jog back to the truck and I raise my shaky arm with what strength I have left and fire off two bullets, one of them hitting him in the back and taking him down.
“I thought they were dead!”
The truck’s engine roars to life and the tires screech as the gas pedal is floored and the truck speeds out in reverse.
I try to move, to do anything, even reach for my phone, but my body won’t listen to my brain and I’m motionless on the concrete floor.
The room blurs, and as my eyes close, I send a silent apology to Mia.
Sorry, my bride. I won’t make it home. I love you, farfalla.
“Santino! Santino!”
a voice yells in the distance. “Fuck! He’s over here! Hey, brother, stay with me!”
“Mia,”
I mouth, trying to say her name.
“Mia’s fine, San. Just stay with me. Al, help me get him in the car!”
Emilio? Albie? They’re here?
I open my mouth to ask them why, but the ground suddenly rushes out from under me and I groan.
“You’re going to be fine, San. We’ve got you. Don’t fucking die. Think of Mia. You just got her.”
“Mia,”
I whisper, and it’s her beautiful face I see as I slip into unconsciousness.
I wish I could see her one more time.