21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Emilio
W ith each passing day since we decided to give our marriage a chance, my wife and I grow closer. Her morning sickness is a challenge, but I hold her hair, get her toothbrush ready for her in the mornings, rub her back as she recovers, and I always bring her tea and crackers to settle her stomach. I never saw myself as the doting husband, but somehow, with Serena it comes naturally.
As the months go by, Serena's morning sickness gradually subsides, and I find myself filled with a sense of relief. No longer do I have to witness her discomfort and feel helpless. However, our morning routine continues, albeit with a different purpose now. Instead of soothing her nausea, I focus on taking care of her.
"Come on, wife, let’s take a shower."
When we enter the bathroom, I start the water, and as the hot steam fills the room, I help Serena undress. As soon as I'm inside, my knees make contact with the cold tile floor. Leaning forward, I kiss Serena's baby bump because there's nothing better than seeing the woman you are obsessed with pregnant with your child.
"What are you doing on the floor, Emilio."
"I'm going to eat your sweet pussy, and once you've come on my tongue, I'm going to impale you on my hard cock."
My tongue swipes along her pussy lips and my wife whimpers. “Seeing you swell with my child, makes my dick rock hard, Little Storm. I can hardly stop myself from fucking you like an animal when I see you waddling around.”
She giggles until I start to lick her pussy again, and then her giggles turn to moans.
As I flick my tongue on her clit, Serena grabs my hair, pulling as she writhes in pleasure. I fuck her with my tongue and feel her pussy spasm as she screams out my name.
Standing tall, I turn her and bend her over. Her stomach has gotten so big, only certain positions feel comfortable for us to fuck.
Once she's facing the wall with her ass out, I grab her hips from behind and impale her in one hard thrust. My eyes roll back in my head and my heart skips a beat. Being inside Serena is like being in heaven.
"Emilio, I need you to move. Now," she whines.
I smile at my wife’s demands. Pregnant Serena is a horny Serena. She frequently initiates sex and has become very vocal about what she wants and how she wants it. It's hot as fuck.
As soon as I start thrusting, I feel her pussy flutter around my cock. My piercing hits her in exactly the right spot, causing her to moan loudly. Her hips move in tandem with mine, chasing her pleasure, and I start to ram myself inside of her, needing more.
As we both find our release, I reach around and hold her growing baby bump, kissing her neck from behind. "I love that you are carrying my baby. You are getting more beautiful each day."
"I'm getting fatter each day," Serena retorts as she steps out of my hold.
I reach over and smack her ass.
"Ow. What was that for?" She pouts.
"That's for calling my baby momma fat. You are gorgeous. My dick thinks so too. Look, he’s hard again already."
She giggles and sashays out of the bathroom, leaving me holding my hard cock.
It’s become routine for me to wake up early and prepare breakfast alone, without Josephine's help. This morning, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as I arrange a colorful array of fruits, pastries, and a selection of Serena’s favorite homemade preserves on a tray. I have fresh vibrant flowers delivered for her on a regular basis and they adorn the table, adding a touch of beauty to the start of our day.
Serena's eyes light up as she sees the spread before her. I try to include things I know she's craving in our meals. The fatigue that often accompanies pregnancy is momentarily forgotten as she indulges in the delicious treats I've prepared. I wasn't always the best cook, and I had to ask Josephine for help at first, but I figure making our breakfast myself will go a long way to showing my wife that I regret how I treated her in the beginning.
After breakfast, I help her choose an outfit that flatters her changing figure but covers as much skin as possible. "You aren't leaving this house with skin showing," I growl as I hold her while she steps into the maxi-dress.
"You're being ridiculous, Emilio. No one is looking at a fat pregnant cow in that way."
"Excuse the fuck out of me, but I look at you that way and find you sexier now than when we first met." I delicately zip the zipper on the back of her dress before placing a kiss on her neck.
As she places her hand down on her well-defined baby bump and gazes at herself in the mirror, a soft smile graces her lips, and I can't help but feel a swell of pride for the incredible woman she is becoming, both as a mother and as my partner.
She's now in her second trimester and her stomach is growing every day. We lay in bed at night and feel the baby kick. Sometimes, when my wife is asleep and the baby is kicking, I lie with my hand on her stomach and just revel in the fact that my child is inside, safe and growing strong. Soon, we will be able to hold it in our arms.
When I see Serena holding her brother's children, my heart swells. I can't wait to see her wrapping our own child up in her arms
As I walk her to the door, I make sure she has everything she needs for the day, including her work bag and a bottle of water. Once I’m satisfied, I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and say, “Remember to stay with Antonio and call or text me if you feel anything is off.”
"I know. You've drilled it into my head during the many fights we've had over me leaving the house," she huffs.
Each night, I try to make it home for dinner. If I can't make it, I always call and make sure Serena knows where I am and what I’m doing. I never want her to doubt my loyalty again. After seeing her reaction when she thought I was with other women—her pain and her distress most of all—I know I never want to see that look in her eyes again.
She's determined to keep working, which I allow, on the proviso that Antonio guards her at all times.
"We have the ultrasound appointment today,” I remind her, knowing she often gets caught up in work and loses track of time. “I'm going to meet you at the doctor's office."
"Okay, I have a meeting beforehand, so I will meet you there at 2:00 p.m.," she reassures me.
Grabbing her cheeks, I lean in and kiss her. "Be careful, pequena tormenta," I whisper against her lips.
My wife gives me a big smile. "It's been quiet for weeks now. Maybe the stalker has moved on and forgotten about me."
"We can't let our guard down, Serena. I mean it. Be careful and stay close to Antonio until I meet you."
My morning is filled with meetings. There is an associate who is interested in purchasing my father's cartel business. He doesn't live in Columbia, but travels there and all over Mexico, as well as the States for business. He's here to talk to me about taking over the cartel business that my father left behind.
As I step into a bar that I own, a Hispanic man about my height and build steps forward with his hand out. We've closed the bar for the meeting and his men are gathered around him, AK-15 machine guns slung over their shoulders.
He runs the Consuelos Cartel, which operates in the States and Columbia, as well as parts of Mexico. Since he has large amounts of soldiers and businesses across all borders, he's willing to pay millions to absorb the part of my father's business that I don't want or need anymore.
Gio and Marcello and I have been collaborating to rebuild the Esposito empire in the US, excluding any human trafficking. I want to leave the Columbian-based businesses behind and expand here, where my family plans to live. I have no intention of going back to live in Columbia. My parents are both dead and my wife and her family live here. Once my father's business is sold, I have no reason to return.
You can't just leave a criminal enterprise after someone dies, or it creates a vacuum and has the potential to cause huge amounts of bloodshed, even war. This transition must be done correctly, and the power must be handed over to someone with the strength to contain it.
"Javier. Nice to see you again."
Javier lifts his chin in a nod but says nothing. Every time I've met the guy, he's stoic and dead in the eyes. He even gives me goosebumps and I'm feared by most.
Javier shakes my hand as we both step back in front of our assembled men. We've met before and we are associates but, in this business, it would be unwise to trust anyone fully. It's easy to end up in a casket if you trust the wrong man.
Javier is getting a great deal for his half a billion dollars. My father's cartel makes around fifty billion dollars a year, so what he’s paying is chump change.
We conclude our business within an hour. Fortuitously, our lawyers are on-hand to notarize the contracts. Obviously, on paper, Javier has purchased a legitimate company. The illegal parts of the business and territories are handed over discreetly, leaving no paper trail. Javier's men will take over as my men move out of the territories and ports.
As the lawyers pull out contract after contract for Javier and me to sign, I keep looking at the clock, counting the minutes until I can be with Serena. I hate being away from her; my mind is never where it's supposed to be when we are apart. From the moment I leave her until we are back together, I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.
Once all the contracts are signed, I stand and put my hand out for Javier to shake. He takes my hand. "Good doing business with you, Emilio."
As he walks out of the bar, he's surrounded by three armed men at the front, three behind him, and one on each side. As the group moves to the parking lot, they get into a convoy of black SUVs. Javier has a family here in the US but travels for business. I don't want that life. I want to be here with my family as much as possible. Getting into my own vehicle, I travel to Serena's doctor's office where we planned to meet. I really hate this fucking doctor. Nurse Holly is still there as far as I know, and I don't want her upsetting my wife. Then there’s the matter of Dr. Riley being a man. I've told Serena repeatedly, this doesn't work for me. I don't want a man touching her, but she refuses to change doctors. Dr. Riley and Nurse Holly are going to mysteriously disappear before the baby is due. I can't deal with him being up close and personal with my wife. No, after today, a female doctor will take his place.
Until then, I’ll have to deal with the current doctor and the cunt of a nurse.
Upon walking into the office, I spot my wife sitting in the waiting room. I walk over, lifting her chin, and crash my lips onto hers, kissing her passionately. "I missed you so much, Little Storm. How was your day?"
"Fine, I had a Bridezilla and her bitch of a mother-in-law to deal with today, and it was hell. I'm exhausted already and it's still early," she says.
"Baby, you don't have to work anymore," I tell her.
"Emilio, I need my job."
"You are giving birth to my child."
Nurse Holly walks out of a door into the waiting room and calls for us. "Serena Martinelli, the doctor will see you now."
"Esposito. E S P O S I T O. Change it. Now," I demand.
Nurse Holly looks at me, fluttering her eyelashes. In a seductive tone, she adds, "Anything you want, sir."
Throwing my head back, I pinch my nose and look at the ceiling. The last thing we need today is this cunt's shit again. "Fuck my life."
Failing to read the room, she reaches out and puts a hand on my arm. "It’s not too late to take me up on my offer. You know you want to."
Beside me, in a tone I’ve never heard before, my wife says, "Emilio, hand me your gun."
Turning to look at Serena, my eyebrows hit my hairline when I see the determination in her expression. "Little Storm, I don't think that's a good—"
"Right fucking now, Emilio. Hand me the fucking gun," she spits.
In a nanosecond, I’m rock fucking hard. I reach into my hip holster and pull my Glock out of my pocket, handing it to my very-pissed-off wife.
Serena takes the gun and handles it like she's a pro. She places it against the nurse's head while still yanking her hair, so they are eye to eye.
"Look, bitch. I tried to be nice, but one thing you don't fuck with is my husband. He is mine! Are we clear?"
The nurse is now sobbing as my wife holds the gun to her head. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Yes, you did, but that's okay. We have it all straightened out now, don't we?"
"Yes, ma'am," Nurse Holly whispers.
Serena lets go of the nurse's hair and hands me the Glock, which I tuck back in my holster.
"Good. I'm glad we had this talk. Now don't let it happen again." Like the queen she is, Serena lifts her chin and walks straight toward the doctor’s office, with Nurse Holly trailing in her wake.
As the nurse sets up the room, she trembles uncontrollably. Every so often, she glances at Serena, then dips her head and continues to work. When she speaks, her voice quivers.
"Lay up on the table and lift your shirt, please. The doctor will be in soon."
Serena, the confident queen, smiles warmly. "Thank you."
Women are so fucking weird.