15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Emilio
D uring my extended stay in Columbia, I successfully manage the transfer of ownership of Papa's organization and appoint capable managers to oversee its operations. While I focus on my wife and American business ventures, they can take care of things and report back to me. However, I realize that maintaining involvement in both the mafia and cartel will not be well received, prompting me to consider selling off certain parts of my enterprise.
One such investment is a funeral home, not because I have a genuine interest in assisting grieving families, but because it provides a convenient means of disposing of bodies discreetly through the presence of a crematory. While the funeral home operates legitimately, I have established a secret arrangement with the director, generously compensating them for their assistance.
Upon my return, I prioritize visiting the funeral home, as well as checking on my casinos and import-export businesses, before addressing any personal matters with my wife. As I make my way around town, I inform Antonio that I am back and will soon visit Serena.
I purposefully instruct him not to divulge details of my return, as I hope surprising her will add an element of excitement to our reunion. Utilizing the tracker on her choker, which I can access through my phone, I discover Serena is currently at a doctor's office. This revelation perplexes me. Why would she be visiting a doctor? Is she unwell?
Frowning in confusion, I question why Antonio or any of my men failed to mention anything about Serena's health or a medical appointment. Clearly, they have not been paying close enough attention.
As I ponder the reason Serena could be visiting a doctor, I'm left wondering if maybe my seed took root. Could she be pregnant? Will she tell me if she is? Or will she try to run?
"Pequena tormenta, are you carrying my child? I hope you know better than to run from me. If you run, I’ll chase you. And if I catch you, I'm going to fuck the disobedience out of you."
Once I finish up business, I indulge myself in my second favorite pastime—stalking my wife. My most favorite pastime is of course, fucking her.
Checking on my phone screen to pinpoint her tracker’s location, I catch up. Then I wait and I watch. Once my wife leaves the doctor's office, I enter. A pretty nurse is at the desk, and she greets me as I walk in.
"Sir, can I help you?"
"I need to speak to the doctor who saw the dark-headed woman that just left. She's my wife."
"Sir, I can't give you any private information, but I'm available to help you with anything else you might need." Hearing the suggestion in her voice, I look at the woman and see hunger in her eyes. She's glancing at me up through her thick lashes. Her offer is clear, and the woman is beautiful. She has an ample ass, full tits, and a model-like shape.
I wait for lust to overtake me and my dick to become alert to her offer, not that I’d ever act on it. Expecting to feel myself hardening or throbbing, I'm shocked when nothing happens. My cock literally stays limp, and I have absolutely no desire to be touched by this woman or any other. One woman owns me and it's my wife.
To this nurse, I probably appear stunned. I'm used to women throwing themselves at me, but what I'm not used to is being completely unaffected by them.
"What part of the woman who just left with black hair is my wife, did you not understand?"
The woman's cheeks turn red as she looks down in shame. "I'm sorry."
"Now let me speak to the fucking doctor."
The nurse tells me no at first, and that’s when I decide I've had enough of her. Pulling my Glock from my hip holster, I cock the gun and hold it to her head. "Show me where the doctor is. Now."
She starts trembling and holds her hands up as if to surrender. I can see her shaking as she walks through a door and down a long hallway.
"Dr. Riley, I have a gentleman here who wants to speak to you."
"Not now, Holly."
Right then, Dr. Riley looks up and realizes I'm holding his nurse at gunpoint. He jumps up. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You just saw a woman a few minutes ago. She's my wife. What did you see her for?"
Dr. Riley shakes his head back and forth, refusing to answer me.
"I'm going to blow her fucking brains out if you don't answer my question," I growl in frustration.
The doctor is reluctant but answers, "She's pregnant." He looks down at the ground as he elaborates, "She begged me not to tell anyone, especially her husband."
Putting the safety on, I place my Glock back in the holster and pull my jacket closed. "Now, was that so fucking hard?"
Giving the man a cocky smirk, I turn and leave the medical clinic. It seems a celebration is in order.