Chapter 6
DARIO
I lie on top of her with my cock still deep inside her pussy, even after she’s drifted off to sleep from the exhaustion of trying to deny me her pleasure.
What I’m feeling is borderline obsession, and I don’t like the idea of all that cum I’ve just given her, running down her thighs and going to waste.
Somehow this girl knows how to push all my buttons. Today, while she was gone I couldn’t get anything done. I paced the floors and worried about all the things that could harm her. I even demanded that my men give me updates every fifteen minutes.
I’ve been shot at, I’ve been stabbed, but it feels as if I never had a real sense of pain until her. And now here I am, Dario DeMarco, heir to the East Side underworld, staring at a woman I barely know, desperate to ensure I knock her up.
I move carefully as I drag myself away, then standing back I watch my cum drip out of her. Scooping it up with my finger, I force it back inside her gently so I don’t wake her and she stirs a little, as I plug her pussy with two fingers. I even surprise myself when I place a soft kiss on her cheek.
Despite all she has put me through today, something tells me this is just the start. Madalina DeMarco is going to give me many wasted days and sleepless nights, especially when I know for sure that she’s carrying my child.
When I’m satisfied that I’ve done all I can, I take my finger from inside her and swipe what’s left over her lips. I want to be the first thing she tastes when she wakes up and as I back out of the room and leave her to get some rest, I can’t help wondering what she’ll test me with next.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask when she joins me at the breakfast table the next morning. I like how casual she looks today. She’s wearing a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater, it reminds me of how she looked the day I first spoke to her.
“Yes.” She rests her ass on the seat beside me and I wonder if she still feels the sting from my belt.
“Good. Eggs?”
“I’ll settle with fruit this morning.” She smiles tolerably before reaching for the bowl of fresh fruit so she can help herself.
“When was your last period?” I ask as I take a sip from my coffee, and when she almost chokes on a strawberry I wonder how the hell she can make that look sexy too.
“Wow, you don’t get many guests for breakfast, do you?” She laughs as she recovers.
“You aren’t a guest, you’re my wife,” I remind her, again. “So, when was it?” I get us back to what's important.
“I don’t know, a week or two before the wedding.” She shrugs as if it’s irrelevant.
“Well, can you find out for sure, you must have some kind of diary? ”
“I don’t have a diary.” She shakes her head before tucking back into her fruit, and then pauses and frowns.
“Why is that important?” she asks curiously.
“Because I know there are times in a cycle when it is more likely for you to get pregnant, during those times we need to fuck more frequently. I will put it into my schedule.” I pop a blueberry into my mouth and watch her eyebrows lift.
“I think we fuck frequently enough.” She fidgets on her chair uncomfortably and I can’t help smiling. I think I like her innocent side as much as I do her bratty one.
“Dario, we talked about this. I’m not ready. We’re not ready. For this to even stand a chance of being tolerable we have to get to know each other and find some kind of common ground.”
“ You talked about it, I didn’t listen,” I point out, amused by the fact that she didn’t even attempt to go to a pharmacy yesterday.
“Which is why this marriage is doomed before it’s even started,” she points out.
“If you can’t tell me when your last period was, I will have to assume that you are ovulating every day. I’ll just have to clear my schedule for the next three weeks.” I shrug, finishing off my coffee and getting up from the table.
“You will not,” she argues before I have a chance to step away. “There is no way I’m going to allow you to keep doing this. It’s…It’s unreasonable, not to mention crazy and I… I…”
“You, what?” I tilt my head and wait for her to come up with something valid.
“I am not going to let you get me pregnant,” she affirms.
“It could already be too late,” I point out and watch her cheeks flush red.
“Seriously, this stops now. I’m not saying it’s never going to happen, but when it does it will be on my terms.” She stands up and keeps that stubborn look on her face. When the door bursts open and Vito rushes in, I can see from his face that something is wrong.
“Boss, we need to go to Brooklyn. Your father just called,” he tells me.
“You go nowhere today, you stay here. We will discuss this later,” I point my finger at her before rushing to the door.
“Dario.” Luca looks pleased to see me when I step into the basement where he’s being held. “Dario, you need to hear me out, I didn’t act alone in this. It wasn’t even my idea.”
“You know the rules, Luca.” I take off my jacket and start to roll up my sleeves. I don’t want to give him the beating he’s earned. We were close once. I remember how our mothers would spend hours talking and we’d play around the house.
“It was never meant to get that far, we were just going to give him a warning. Hex doesn’t deserve the trust your father gives him.
“My father is his own man, and he doesn’t appreciate people hurting the men that are loyal to him.”
“Nic was the one who wouldn’t stop. Hex called his sister a whore and he just lost it.” He says my wife's brother’s name far too loud, forcing me to slam my hand over his mouth.
“Why the fuck was Nicolas Conte with you?” I hiss at him, hoping the men outside who work for my father didn’t hear him.
“We hang together and he was with me when I got the call from my brother. We went straight to Hex’s apartment. We walked in, I explained why we were there and demanded he pay what my family was owed, then he looked at Nic and called his sister a whore. That’s when he lost all control and slammed his head into the coffee table. Six times.” He clears his throat.
“The fucker was lucky it wasn’t me who heard him say it, I would have made him suffer much worse.”
“Yeah, well, he’ll probably be suffering for the rest of his miserable life. Your father has physicians
taking care of him, and although he’s alive I doubt he’s got much left upstairs.”
I think about that while I slide the brass knuckles over my fingers.
“Where is my father keeping him?” I ask as I step closer.
“The men who brought me here told me not to say. Not even to you.” Luca shakes his head and focuses on my fist.
“They aren’t the ones who are about to punish you,” I remind him, resting my hand on his shoulder.
“Dario” He looks up at me with fear, pleading with me for some kind of mercy.
“Tell me where he is and give me your word that you will leave Nicolas Conte’s name out of your mouth and I’ll make this easier on you,” I offer, and when Luca closes his eyes and sighs, I wait for him to give me his answer.
“Hex is at Wingates.” He names one of the small, private clinics that are owned by my father and used for occasions such as this one. “And you have my word on Nic.” He nods his head in agreement.
“Okay.” I nod back at him and squeeze his shoulder in my hand before I lay three hard, heavy blows into the side of his face. His skin splits open and blood stains my shirt but he takes them like a champ. Then I knock him back with a punch from my other hand that knocks him, and the chair, to the floor. I use my thumb to swipe his blood from my bottom lip when I taste it there, before kicking him in the ribs a few times and ensuring he hurts for his stupidity .
Eventually, I step back from him, sliding the blood-stained duster off my knuckles. “Next time you have a dispute with your district leader, you bring it to me or my father. Our factions do not scrap among each other like dogs.” I tell him before I head for the door.
“I thought we were friends,” Luca calls after me, and I take the time to slowly turn around. “You could have delegated this job to Lucian or Vito, yet you chose to come down here and punish me yourself. Why?”
I look at the man I’ve known all my life and smile.
“Because weakness is the ruin of men, and I like to test myself against it,” I answer him honestly, as I head out the door, ordering my father's men to untie him and let him go.
“That scratch an itch, boss?” Vito smirks as he holds the door open for me to get into the back of the car.
“Not nearly enough. Take me to Wingates,” I order him as I check my phone and open the app that's linked to the cameras in my home. I smile to myself when I see Madalina sitting on the couch with her feet up, she’s enthralled by whatever it is she’s watching on the TV and looks right at home. Just as she should. I stare at the screen watching her until the car stops and Vito opens the door for me.
“I won’t be long, I assure him as I step through the doors to the clinic and smile at the nurse sitting at the reception desk.
“Mr. DeMarco, we weren’t expecting you.” She smiles as she picks up a folder and if she’s curious about the blood that I’m decorated with she hides it well.
“What room is he in?” I ask, already making my way down the corridor toward the private rooms.
“Ermmm, room three, sir, and you’ll be pleased to hear that he’s going to make a full recovery. Dr. Grendal scanned his brain and he’s sure, that once the swelling goes down, no permanent damage will be done. It really is a miracle considering.” She smiles up at me as I open the door. “As you can see he’s even conscious,” she points out proudly, before leaving me and heading back to her desk.
I close the door behind me and step toward the bed, staring at the man with the swollen head who took it upon himself to call my wife a whore.
“I hear you will make a full recovery.” I look into his half-swollen shut eyes and manage to keep my voice calm. “That’s very lucky considering what you went through tonight,” I point out.
“My father never wanted it to go as far as Luca and his accomplice took it, for that you have his apologies.” I watch the slight nod his head makes as he accepts it, then smile as I wrap my hands around his throat. His body starts to thrash and I push my thumbs deep into his windpipe.
“You called my wife a whore,” I remind him as I apply the pressure of my full body and crush the life out of him. I wait for him to stop struggling and his arm to fall limp before I stand up straight and take a breath. I leave the room feeling no remorse and when the nurse on the desk smiles at me on my way out, I nod my head at her.
“Home, boss?” Vito checks.
“No, we have one more stop to make, this time to a different type of clinic, head for Roosevelt Street,” I tell him, checking the reply I’ve received from Dr. Walsh and smiling when it tells me my prescription is ready to be collected. “Then home.” I check the cameras again and see that Madalina has taken herself to bed, and knowing that I’ll be with her in under an hour, soothes a little of the anger that's still festering inside me.