CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
WE HAVE COMPANY
CATCH
M y wife was home in our bed while I was at work. For once, everything felt right in the world.
Last night, after we got back from Chicago, I bathed her. Washing away the sins of the city that had claimed so much of her. She’d eventually return with her friends to handle business, but not anytime soon. For now, she was staying here where she belonged with her husband.
My fingers traced the bruises on her chest. She had taken two bullets during the girls’ war with Tyra. Thank God she’d worn a bulletproof vest. Another bullet had grazed her leg, but it was just a flesh wound—still painful but not life-threatening.
She leaned her head against the cool porcelain tub, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her injured leg rested on the ledge to keep the wound dry.
“Catch, are you going to put me to sleep?” she asked, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.
“Yes, Mrs. Rizzo,” I replied softly.
Suddenly, her face twisted in pain. Her hands flew to her chest as she wheezed.
My heart leapt, and I sat up straight, water sloshing around us. “Are you okay?”
She closed her eyes, her breath shallow but steady. “Yes, it’s just the pain from my injuries.”
“I want to kill everyone in that warehouse who hurt you,” I growled, the rage crept up the back of my neck.
Bianca stirred, trying to sit up.
“No, bombshell, stay where you are. I'm almost done cleaning you up."
She exhaled, letting her body sink back into the warm water.
Maybe tomorrow night would be a better time to give her what she wanted. For now, she needed rest.
After bathing her, I rinsed the soap from her skin with the handheld shower wand, the warm water cascading over her.
Stepping out of the tub, I grabbed a plush black towel and dried myself off, catching her unwavering gaze on me. Her eyes didn’t leave my hard dick as I wrapped the towel securely around my waist.
I turned back to her, lifting Bianca gently from the tub and wrapping another towel around her damp body before cradling her in my arms.
She looped her arms around my neck, her voice soft but firm. “Callum, I can walk.”
“You’re not walking on that leg,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell anyone you were hurt.”
“The adrenaline was working overtime. I saw the look on Tori’s face and forgot that I’d been shot.” Her eyes clenched shut as she relived the horror of that day.
I placed her on the bed and leaned in jamming my nose in the crook of her neck. My hard cock brushed her closed thighs through the towel.
“You’re safe now,” I said, inhaling her.
“I will destroy this earth to protect you.”
Her hands traced patterns on my back.
“Callum, you’re not destroying anything,” she countered.
But I ignored her words, climbing out of bed to grab a bottle of lotion. I returned and took my time moisturizing her beautiful gingerbread colored skin.
“A man so brutal when it comes to war. Who knew he could be so gentle.” She smiled.
Her sweet words couldn’t deter me from my plan.
My eyes narrowed. “The second you return to Chicago to handle business I’ll be worse than before. When the motherfuckers you have your heart set on crushing, I will squash them.” I leaned in closer. “I don’t care how many I have to kill. They will suffer by my hands.”
Her small hand curls around my pierced cock. “Callum, you promised to let me handle my enemies.”
My lip twitched. Yup, I promised and went back on my word when we tortured GT and Stevie. I barely left anything for her. How would I pull myself back next time? I needed a pound of flesh. These men hurt my wife. Could the next set of monsters she pursued be worse than the men we’d killed so far? I flashed a cocky smirk as I removed her hands from my dick.
“Oh bombshell, your enemies will feel my wrath. And for those men who deem themselves worthy to cat call and lick their lips while they watch you walk by. I’ll fucking burn them alive.”
“Catch,” she gasped in disbelief.
I grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and propped up her wounded leg. Inching lower, I rested her other leg on my shoulder.
“You can’t keep hurt—” she began, but her words dissolved into a gasp as my tongue slid along her folds, teasing and tasting her.
My free hand gently tugged her taut nipple.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
I loved knowing I was the only man who could unravel her like this. Every moan, every shudder—it was mine.
“Shit, shit,” she whimpered, her fingers diving into my blond curls, gripping tightly. “I-I love you, Callum.”
I paused, smirking. “I’m Callum again, huh?” A deep chuckle rumbled against her slick heat, earning another gasp from her lips.
My beautiful little wife’s back was already arching off the bed. Still, I didn’t want to overwhelm her, knowing she was recovering from her injuries.
I clamped my teeth lightly on her clit, growling, “Relax.”
“I’m coming, Callum. I’m coming!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the room.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, mesmerized. Watching my wife fall apart on my tongue was a sight I’d never get tired of.
To say she was my weakness was an understatement. For a man like me who didn’t do love before her, she could truly get me killed if someone took her from me and held her hostage.
Her body trembled beneath me, her fingers still tangled in my hair as she bucked her hips against my lips. I savored every drop of her release, letting her pleasure wash over us both.
Pulling back, I licked and bit her inner thigh. Her hand went to her chest.
“Bianca, we can wait,” I said softly, watching her carefully.
“No. Please no. I need you, Callum.” She grinned through the pain. “The way my cum coats your beard.” Bianca blushed. “It’s so sexy.”
Easing up her body like a sleek lion, I lightly sucked her brown nipple into my mouth. I moved to her other nipple slicking my tongue around it. “Is that better?”
“So much better,” she moaned as her hands brushed over my shoulders.
“Catch, give it to me. I want to take it down my throat,” Bianca purred.
Her sexy slanted eyes drew me in.
I grinned devilishly and moved off her, pulling her body to the edge of the bed. She rested her head back over the edge.
“Play with your pussy while you take this dick,” I ordered, flashing her a wicked grin.
Bianca wrapped her small hand around my cock, her fingers unable to meet around the girth.
With one leg bent, she dipped her fingers into her folds as she flicked the piercing with her tongue.
A zing of pleasure ripped through my body.
“I want you to make it disappear, bombshell.”
A huge grin hit her pouty lips. “Gladly.”
She opened wide, taking me deep down her throat.
I fucked her mouth like it was her pussy. Delivering fast deliberate strokes. Her tongue working expertly as she found her rhythm. She reached up and juggled my balls.
Fuck, my wife sucked my dick so good. If I didn’t stop her, I’d come. And that wasn’t going to happen. Not that I needed to come in her pussy. I just loved painting her walls with my sperm.
Little did my wife know she was already pregnant.
Was it wrong of me to keep track of her cycle? Well, of course not she was my fucking wife.
I pinched her nipple before I threw my head back enjoying the sensation her warm mouth gave.
Letting her go to war knowing she was carrying our child was dangerous. If I told her she couldn’t go I would’ve had to tell her she was pregnant. What was I waiting for you might ask? Honestly, for her to figure it out.
You see I switched out her birth control pills when she started a new pack. They were tiny vitamins that looked identical. So when she ran around changing the hiding places it didn’t matter. Because I knew the pills wouldn’t protect her womb against my strong swimmers swimming upstream. The little show I did in the kitchen placing her legs up in the air so my sperm would reach her womb was just a performance.
Her body convulsed as she took me deep into her throat gagging around my cock.
“Fuck, Bianca.” I felt my balls tighten.
I eased out of her mouth before I lost control, my chest heaving as I raked my hands through my hair. “Your mouth is a fucking magic box,” I said breathlessly.
Bianca moved back to the top of the bed, reclining against the pillows with a cocky smirk lifting those pretty plump lips. Her confidence was intoxicating.
My hard cock bobbed as I moved onto the bed wasting no time gripping her thighs and slamming into her warm, wet core.
Her hands twisted in the sheets as she cried out. “Oh, Callum, fuck me good.”
“Take this dick, Bianca,” I growled, my pace quickening.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, a sight that drove me even wilder. I kissed her ankle before circling her clit with my thumb.
“Come for me, bombshell,” I commanded.
Bianca’s back arched off the bed as she came hard, her slick walls gripping me tightly. I hovered over her, one hand curling around her throat anchoring her to me.
“Keep your eyes on mine while I fill this sweet pussy with my cum,” I ordered.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and obedient.
That did it. I slammed into her slick walls one last time spilling into her with a growl. My lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss, passion exploding between us.
She bit my lip playfully; her breath still unsteady. “That was so good.”
“Fuck, I’m still coming,” I admitted, my body trembling with aftershocks. “And knowing you’re more than likely pregnant with my child makes me want to stay buried inside you.”
Bianca chuckled, before slipping her tongue past my lips. I deepened the kiss savoring the connection between us.
Reluctantly, I slid out of her warmth. After cleaning her up, I pulled the blanket from the bottom of the bed over our bodies.
She turned in my arms peering into my eyes. “Callum, you know it’s impossible that I’d be pregnant right now.”
I reached over and pressed a button on my phone turning off the lights.
My lips pressed against hers. “Sure, bombshell.”
She jerked back staring at me like I just told her I killed another random guy who wanted her. It didn’t make sense to ever tell her about that tiny incident.
Catch, what have you done?” Bianca’s voice was sharp, her slanted eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“I want a baby with you. Now.” My tone was firm, unapologetic.
She let out an exasperated sigh, “God, Catch. You can’t have everything you want on your timetable.”
I pressed my lips against her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly beneath my kiss.
“I can’t wait for our little person to arrive,” I murmured, my voice softening. “A perfect mix of you and me. Whether it happens this month or three months from now.”
I knew it would happen this month. But I didn't want to cause any more tension between us. She needed to relax and heal.
Her tense features softened.
Maybe it was wrong that I had secretly tampered with her birth control pills. But I didn't care. Once she found out she was pregnant with our child, Bianca would come around.
“I love you, bombshell.”
Her eyes searched mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She was piecing it together, letting my words sink in, considering the possibility that she might already be pregnant.
“I love you too, Callum,” she replied, her voice quieter now, thoughtful.
I stood in my boss's office, hands clasped in front of me. As I snapped back from the memory my cock stirred causing a slight bulge in my gray slacks. It wasn’t safe to think about my wife at work. I’d have a hard cock all the time.
I EXHALED SHARPLY, trying to regain control of myself. The other bodyguards were scattered around the room, all waiting for instructions. Well, except for Tadeas, who had been assigned strip club duty for the day. His job was to thoroughly search the club for any hidden listening devices and ensure that no illegal activities were taking place, such as running numbers or selling drugs.
My boss, Marco Esposito, one of the two mafia bosses of the Esposito Crime Family, usually called on me for tasks that involved torture or killing, or when he needed someone he trusted to watch his back. Guess you could say Marco trusted us all just used us for jobs that catered to our skill set.
Gage walked into the office, halting beside Marco. He whispered something in Marco’s ear.
Marco peeked up from his desktop screen. “Yeah, yeah. Show them in.”
His gaze moved over each of our faces. We knew what that look said, “Look alive, guys.”
Who the fuck was here? Probably one of the petty thieve assholes trying to work a deal.
As the door opened, two muscular men entered the office.
The man with dark hair had a confident smile spread across his face as he stretched out his arms in greeting. "Good morning, Marco.”
The taller man standing beside him, with brown hair, remained silent. His gaze swept over each person in the room, seemingly capturing their image in his mind. Marco moved away from his desk to greet them.
The dark-haired man leaned in to kiss both of Marco’s cheeks.
My anger bubbled beneath my skin as I watched this exchange.
This disrespectful motherfucker.
Marco gestured toward the leather chairs in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”
The man and his bodyguard sank into the seats.
"What brings you to New Jersey?" Marco asked, settling himself into his black leather chair, clad in a red polo shirt and dark blue jeans. Tattoos snaked up his arms and neck. Marco dressed up when he absolutely had to. Luca mainly wore suits between the two bosses.
“The Massas have enemies in New Jersey,” he began smoothly. “I’m just here as a courtesy to let you know we’ll be taking out our trash quickly.”
That smug piece of shit just called me and my family trash. My hands itched to move, but I held still, forcing my expression to stay neutral.
Marco didn’t miss a beat, his tone deceptively calm. “Is this trash from Baltimore or Jersey City?”
The question was loaded. Marco didn’t play games, and if this guy wasn’t careful, he’d find himself gutted right there in that chair.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Shit.
I couldn’t answer it.
“They aren’t from either city,” Mavin said, his tone smooth but laced with arrogance.
The room went silent. Every set of eyes darted toward Marco, waiting for his response.
Marco’s jaw tightened, his gaze like a blade as he leaned forward slightly. “If this shit blows up in the Espositos’ faces, it’ll be you I come for,” he warned, his voice low and deadly.
A wide grin spread across Mavin’s face as he rose, buttoning his suit jacket. “Have a good day, Marco,” he said, his voice dripping with mock civility.
As he turned toward the door, his eyes briefly landed on me, a flicker of something—maybe amusement, maybe a challenge—crossing his face. “I know I will,” he added, his words hanging in the air like a taunt.
With that, Mavin and his bodyguard vacated the office.
That piece of shit knew he had me right where he wanted me. There was no way I could react without letting it be known we had beef.
“Something about him rubs me the wrong way,” Marco said rubbing his clean shaven jaw.
His eyes flicked to us. “Fellas, I want eyes on that slimy motherfucker.”
“No, problem boss,” I blurted out.
“Not you, Catch. I need you on something else.”
Fuck.
I nodded. “No problem, sir.”
While he rattled off assignments to everyone else, I peeked at my phone. Two missed calls from Bombshell.
I sent a text to her bodyguard.
Me: Get my wife into lockdown. Now.
Brick: Right away, sir.
My next text went to Nick and Ritchie in our cousins group chat.
Me: A visitor from Baltimore is in our backyard. He just spoke to my boss. Said he has trash to take out.
Ritchie: That motherfucker.
Nick: Trash. I’ll show that asshole what trash looks like.
I chuckled inside.
“Catch,” Marco called out.
“Yes, boss?”
“I’m ready,” he said as he stalked out of the office.
Once behind the steering wheel I glanced at my missed text messages.
Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: Catch answer the phone.
Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: Catch call me back.
Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: What have you done, Catch?
Shit, I think she put two and two together. She knew I got her pregnant.
Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: What happened?
Now she’s wondering why she’s being moved.
Me: Ritchie, the girls should be together. You know where.
Ritchie: Ezra and Brock will handle it.
The business meeting Marco had across town required my complete focus. Now I understood why my boss was single. Worrying about the woman you loved was stressful. Honestly, I was more angered than stressed. I wanted to bust Mavin’s head open.
LATER THAT EVENING , when we arrived at Marco’s condo, I knew it was time to come clean.
Marco stood in the hallway while I swept the place for listening devices or signs of danger. This condo wasn’t just another property—it was where Marco stayed whenever he planned to visit the strip club. It was also where he brought the women he fucked. None of that business ever touched his actual home. Maceo would be on duty later to take him to the club.
“It’s all clear, sir,” I said, holding the front door open.
I glanced at Nadar. “Can you give me a moment with the boss?”
“Sure thing,” he replied, taking up a position outside the door.
After closing it behind me, I turned to find Marco seated at the kitchen counter, his sharp gaze already locked on me.
“Are you finally about to tell me why you’ve been so quiet since we left my office this morning?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with authority.
I exhaled and stepped closer.
“Yes. Mavin has beef with me. He came to your office to send me a message, to show he’s not afraid to drag you into my war.” I tapped my chest for emphasis.
Marco’s head tilted slightly, his expression darkening. “Your war, Catch?” His tone was heavy, laced with irritation.
“Yes, my war, boss.” I didn’t flinch under his glare.
“I dated that fuckers sister. She has it in her head that we would be great together. I don’t want shit to do with her. Since I won’t agree to join their family, Mavin plans to take me out to prove a point.”
Marco paced the floor, his movements sharp and deliberate. “What the fuck, Catch? That smug son of a bitch sat in my office today like he was untouchable. I never liked that motherfucker. Get rid of him. Take as many men as you need, and be sure to send him a farewell message from the Espositos.”
“Sir, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t involve you in this,” I replied firmly. “I’m talking about taking out a mafia family—made men. This isn’t just a turf squabble.”
Marco stepped closer, his smirk as sharp as a blade. “But you’re involving Nick, aren’t you?”
“Marco, yes. He’s my cousin.”
Marco’s smirk softened into something genuine. “Catch, just because we’re not blood doesn’t mean we’re not family.”
For a moment, my heart—a heart that only truly beat for one person—warmed. Marco was indeed the best boss.
“You’re right,” I said, my voice steady. “ Siamo una famiglia. We are family.”
Marco’s smile widened. “Let me know when it’s done.”
“I will, Marco.”
As I walked away, a gnawing guilt churned in my gut. I knew it was wrong to keep my wife a secret. But revealing Bianca’s existence meant explaining Lexis, too—and that was a conversation for another time. In due time, I’d bring Marco up to speed.