Chapter 12 #2
I grin as I climb onto the bed next to her.
I pull the dildo out, and her eyes plead with me to take its place.
I ease her onto her side and remove the plug.
Confusion then frustration flash across her face.
I hold on to the dildo as I shift to kneel.
I slide an arm underneath her and lift her, guiding her to straddle me.
She kneels, the tip of my cock pressing into her cunt.
I keep my arm wrapped around her, not allowing her to sink onto me.
Her cream completely covers the dildo. It doesn’t need any lube when I insert the toy into her ass. I only put the tip in like I did to her pussy at first.
“Take my cock, bambi. Ride it.”
She moans, and I groan as she finally sinks onto it. Our gazes lock as our bodies finally join. It’s fucking bliss. Our lips fuse in a fierce kiss that leaves us unable to stop our bodies as they move together. As she rides me, I slide the dildo in and out of her ass.
“I told you the only threesome we’ll ever have is you, me, and a dildo.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
She’s breathless as she lifts and drops onto my cock as I thrust and retreat to match her.
Her right arm’s slung around my neck, and her left hand’s on my shoulder.
I kiss her and pour everything I’m feeling into it.
I guide her hand down to my heart and cover it for a moment. Then I place my hand on her heart.
Never have I ever wanted a woman like I do Stella.
I’ve never wanted to make a woman happy like I do Stella.
I’ve never wanted to give a woman everything she wants and needs before Stella.
I’ve never loved another woman. Just when I was certain my heart was made of nothing but lead, she came into my life.
It feels like it beats again in a way it hasn’t since before the first time I killed a man.
I feel human again.
With Stella, I’m not a monster.
“Sir, may I come?”
“Yes.”
“Will you fill me with your cum, Sir?”
“It’s going to drip out of you.”
“I won’t let it. I want all of it.”
We watch each other as I pull the dildo out and set it aside. I turn, so I can lie back against the pillows. She rides me as I buck beneath her.
“Tommy!”
“Good girl, bambi.”
Only a moment later, I can’t hold back. I roll us as the first shot of cum enters her.
I pound her pussy, drawing a second orgasm from her as I do as I promised.
I fill her with my cum. If I can’t settle things with Uncle Mano the way I plan, I’ll fuck Stella until she’s pregnant.
He won’t pass my child off as his own, and I’d never let him.
He won’t be a cuckold, and I won’t walk away.
I’m panting as Stella looks up at me. Her hands trail over my chest and abs. I lower myself onto my forearms, and she wraps her arms and legs around me. I rock gently, prolonging the moment.
“Tommy?” There’s nervousness in her voice.
I push up onto an elbow. “What’s wrong, bambi?”
I can barely hear her when she answers. “I haven’t taken my pill in three days.”
Fear flashes in her eyes, and she’s waiting for me to lose my shit. Instead, I kiss her. I nip at her lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I’m more aggressive than I’ve ever been. My hand wraps around her throat and squeezes. I pull away, and I know she’s confused as I hold her in place.
“Then your little cunt is going to be sore by morning. I’m going to make love to you again, and I’ll fuck you.
I’ll leave you so full of my cum you won’t keep it all inside you.
When you get back to your hotel, you’ll be sticky, and my scent will be all over you.
Whether you get pregnant doesn’t matter. It’s knowing you could be.”
“You’re not angry I did that without talking it over with you?”
“I thought about swapping them for sugar pills.”
Her eyes widen before she shoots me a rueful smile. “You’re my other half.”
“You make me whole.”
“If I’m pregnant, Tommy, it’s because I want to have a family with you. I would never do this just to get out of marrying someone else. I never want you or anyone else to think I’m using a child just to get what I want. I’d find another way.”
“I know. I want a life and a family with you. It’s the only reason I considered taking your pill.
I’d go to that extreme to make sure everyone knows that, but I wouldn’t bring a child into this world to spite my uncle.
The chance that you could be pregnant means I won’t let anyone take you from me.
Do you understand what that means, bambi? ”
“Do you understand what I mean when I say I won’t let anyone take me from you?”
Considering I saw her shoot two men, we mean the same thing. We won’t argue with words if someone tries to separate us. We will kill to stay together.
* * *
I lent her my car today to go to her storage unit and get some things she wants. Then she can go to a bank and get a safe deposit box.
It’s just Frank, Santi, and me as we sit in Frank’s car half a block down from our uncle’s house.
Pauly’s been staked out here all night and has reassured us Uncle Mano’s inside.
Pauly believes he’s alone, but he isn’t certain.
Only one car’s come or gone since Pauly showed up twelve hours ago.
It was Luigi, and he pulled into the garage a few minutes before we arrived.
He was there for ten minutes before he left again.
I spoke to Uncle Mano thirty minutes ago, and he claims shit went sideways, so he’s headed back to St. Petersburg today. He claims he’ll be home the day after tomorrow and to have the wedding set for Saturday, which is two days after he alleges he’ll be home. Fucking bullshit.
“Pauly said he’s only got three guys patrolling the property. Obviously, he doesn’t want too many people knowing he’s back. Lying sack of shit. I swear, that fucking sticchio deserves every-fucking-thing coming to him.”
We switch back and forth and mix Italian and Sicilian since everyone in my family speaks both.
Right now, Santi’s leaning into the Sicilian when he calls Uncle Mano a pussy, which he is.
He’s hiding in his house like a little bitch, waiting for someone else to deal with Stella, so he doesn’t have to.
Frank, Santi, and I are about to deal with him, so someone else doesn’t have to.
“Let’s go.”
I give the order, and we slip out of the car. I punch in the gate code, and we let ourselves in.
“Hey, Tommaso. What’re—”
I put a bullet through the guard’s head. If he’s approaching us all smiles and sunshine, then he’s on Uncle Mano’s side. That means he’s against the organization. He’s not a man we need. Frank takes out the other two men as we cross the driveway. Then we’re inside.
“Baldracca!” That’s Uncle Mano just before we hear the sound of someone being slapped.
“If I’m a whore, then I must be good at what I do. Bazzatto. That’s not my fault.” Partially erect dick.
“That’s Stella.” I look at Frank, who’s to my left.
“Pompinara!” Cocksucker.
That’s the last fucking time he calls my woman any kind of a whore.
We know they’re in his kitchen, so we move together.
Stella’s tied to a chair, and she has a black eye forming.
He’s pointing a gun at her. I lose all sense of reason.
I wanted to draw out his agony, but I want him away from Stella, and I want her away from here.
Torturing him would force her to stay here longer.
“Quel pezzo di merda di merda morirà oggi.” You motherfucking piece of shit are going to die today.
He spins toward us when he hears me, his gun now pointing at me.
I see his finger twitch on his trigger as I fire my gun.
I watch it go straight through his heart, and a moment later, searing pain bursts through my shoulder.
Stella screams as I stagger backward. Frank catches me as Santi runs to Stella.
He unties her as Frank helps me sit when my knees buckle.
Motherfucker.
I’ve been shot before, but this one hurts more than usual.
“Tommy!”
I have my hand pressed to my wound, but Stella tries to pry my fingers away.
“I’m fine.”
“The hell you are.”
Santi and Frank stand beside me as Stella kneels between my legs. No one’s bothered to check on Uncle Mano. I turn my head in his direction, but it tugs on my shoulder. Fucking-a.
“He’s dead, Don Tommaso.”
Santi’s unemotional when he reassures me Uncle Mano can’t hurt Stella.
My sluggish mind takes me a moment to realize he just addressed me by my new title.
I shift my gaze to Frank then Stella. She’s still trying to move my hand, so she can examine my wound.
Frank’s smiling. I focus on Santi, and he nods.
He’s always been the least expressive of the three of us.
“I don’t feel like a don. I feel like a pincushion.”
“We need to get you somewhere Dr. Stansted can check you out. How soon could he get here, Santi?”
“I don’t know where he is now.”
“Tommy, can you hear me? Tommy?”
I thought I answered, but Stella said my name twice. Why can’t she hear me.
“He’s bleeding too much. Get him on the dining room table. Mano must have some medical supplies here. I’m certain he got hurt before and didn’t go to a hospital.”
We all have virtual ERs in our homes. The supplies aren’t all kept in the same place in case our house is raided. The narcotics are hidden. Santi and Frank know where to look.
“I’ll get everything.”
I barely hear Frank. It’s like he’s a mile away.
“Tommy. Tommy, squeeze my hand…Nothing. We need to hurry.”
Nothing? I squeezed as hard as I dared without hurting her. Fuck. I’m tired. I’m just going to rest for a moment, then I’ll be good. We need to get out of here.
How long have I been asleep? Mmm. Stella. She tastes like mint. Kissing her is definitely the best way to wake up. What is that weight on my chest?
My eyes flicker open to find Stella’s mouth just above mine, but the pressure on my chest keeps coming and going.
“Oh, thank God.”
“Bambi?”
Instead of looking at me, she looks across me. I turn my head to find Santi standing beside me, his hands clasped together and resting on my chest. CPR?
“Tommy, can you hear me?”
“Yes. What happened?”
“Shh. I just need to know you’re fully responsive.”
She flicks her phone flashlight side to side over my eyes.
She’s wearing latex gloves that are covered with blood.
She puts the phone down, and I follow the motion.
I’m on Uncle Mano’s dining room table. Santi steps away, and I spot Frank sitting beside me.
He’s hooked up to a needle and tube. It takes me a moment to realize I’m getting a direct blood transfusion from my little brother.
This isn’t the first time we’ve done this.
I gave him blood once, and this is his second time giving me blood.
Fuck. Now I’m gonna owe him, and he’ll cash in.
Now that there’s no one doing chest compressions, I feel numb from shoulders down. I look toward Stella and realize she’s sewing me up.
“You don’t perform surgery.”
“I know, so let me concentrate.”
Time slips by, and I close my eyes. I know I’m in and out of it, but no one gives me CPR again. The sound of new voices rouses me, and I realize I’m in a guest bedroom. I don’t recall Santi and Frank moving me up here. Stella’s sitting on the bed next to me, taking my pulse.
“Tommaso! Mi cuccuczzu!”
“Mama?”
My mother rushes forward, shoving Frank out of the way. “Oh, grazie a Dio. Il mio bambino. Sai che non ti è permesso farti sparare.” Oh, thank God. My baby boy. You know you’re not allowed to get shot.
She’s been telling Frank and me that—Santi too, actually—since we first started going on missions. Since all three of us feared her more than any rival syndicate, we did our best to obey.
“Mama—”
“Stella, how is he?”
“Mama, I can hear you.”
“And I’m not speaking to you. I want the truth.”
“He lost a lot of blood, and I’m still concerned. Unless it’s in an ambulance to a hospital, I’m not confident about moving him. Is Dr. Stansted on his way?”
“Yes. Did it pass through?”
“No. I got the bullet out, and I sewed up the artery it nicked. But I’m not a surgical nurse. This is the stage when I get my patients. I’m confident I did it right, but he needs a doctor and some imaging to check him out. If I missed anything, then he’ll need another surgery and soon.”
“Can Frank and I speak to our mother alone, please?”
Mama focuses on me while Stella walks over to her parents. Mama perches on the very edge of the bed.
“I already know, Tom. Frank told me when he called. He was my brother and our don, but he became a man I barely knew. There are things we’ll talk about.
Things I’ll explain.” She darts her gaze to Stella before meeting mine again.
“You did what was inevitable. You did what was right for the two of you, our family, and our people. You’re the don we’ve been meant to have since your nonno died. ”
That wasn’t what I expected, but I’ll take it.
When I look over at Stella again, she’s watching Mama and me. I gesture her to come over and offer her my hand.
“There’s nothing to stop me from marrying Stella.” We lace our fingers together. “I’m hers, and she’s mine. She always has been and always will be. I love her.”
“No one takes what’s mine. I love him.”
She lifts her chin, daring our parents to deny us. Confidence edged with defiance makes her a formidable foe. She’s not a woman to be underestimated, and may God have mercy on any soul who does because she won’t. She’ll always be my bambi, but she just became this family’s la madrina.