Maximo’s POV
Maximo’s POV
When Lorenzo called me in the middle of a deal, I was irritated, but also knew it had to be something important. Why? Because he had never called me before. Hell, I didn’t even know he had my number, but if he really knew Geronimo, I knew he could get it easily.
I had looked across the table at Carlo Garcia, the leader of the second largest Spanish organized crime gang. We were building an alliance. In my world, you could never have too many alliances.
“Excuse me.”
He simply nodded.
I answered it quickly. “What?” I kept it brief.
Lorenzo, in an agitated voice rushed out, “Nico’s about to hit the mansion. And Aria’s not leaving.”
I bolted up out of my chair. I looked at Carlo, whose eyes narrowed for a moment, but must have seen something in my expression, because he tilted his toward the door and nodded. I nodded back, then moved.
My men were at my back.
“What happened?”
“The Black Widow is apparently Nico’s aunt.”
“Oh for fuck sakes!”
“I told Aria to get out, but she told me to back off and she will handle it.”
Without hanging up yet, I barked orders to my men behind me.
“Rafe, contact Georgio. Make sure they got my wife somewhere safe!”
“Fuck! Maximo, she won’t leave. That’s not her style.”
“Sonofabitch! I’m on my way, Lorenzo.”
I hung up and moved as quickly as I could without actually running.
Even though I wanted to fucking run. My wife’s life was on the line.
I tried calling her phone, but she didn’t answer, not that I was really expecting her to, but I had been hopeful.
I would have told her to get the fuck out of the house.
It took us 10 minutes to get to the house from our location, and we went in guns blazing. Literally. I had at least four SUVs full of men as we pulled up that had been with me, not to mention another three SUVs full of more of my men converging on the property.
I wanted to rip Nico’s heart out for going to my house. That was a huge disrespect to me. Once we breached our perimeters, my men spread out and went in hard. I heard gunfire going off all over the property. I got word that all of our men outside were dead.
I was fucking pissed. I was going to fucking kill that fucker!
I was agitated as hell as we got closer to the front of the house.
We decided to go in on the side though. There was no word from my men from the inside or Aria.
Aria had apparently hung up on Lorenzo, so no one knew what the fuck was going on in the house.
As we made our way through the house, I was getting more pissed. I couldn’t wait.
“Aria! Where the fuck are you?”
Upstairs!”
What the fuck? I went charging it, my Baretta 92FS up and ready, making my men scramble fast to get ahead of me.
I saw multiple dead bodies, not our men thank fuck, in heaps on the floor.
I looked up and followed a line of my men, guns up, leaning slightly over the waist high wall just at the top of the stairs. Smart move!
My eyes finally landed on my wife. At the end of the line, hands on a sniper rifle, still looking through the scope. She moved slightly aside and looked at me.
Holy fuck she was alive and armed. And what the fuck was he wearing? She was dressed from the waist up in black, her hair covered by a black cap of some sort.
I was even more pissed when I found out Nico himself came into our fucking house. I was definitely going to find and gut that bitch.
What shocked me more was how the men who had been up top shooting with her called her Donna.
My men had officially identified her as their queen.
By this point I was rock hard. I knew Aria would try to get out of the house and get to one of her lovers after this, but I wasn’t letting that shit happen.
I was going to take my fucking wife. Now!
I ordered my men to clean the place up. I needed to deal with my wife now before she got away.
After checking in with each of my men who had been up with my wife to make sure they were unharmed, I waited a few feet outside of the guest room while my men put the guns back in a small tote box on the floor by the bed.
Smart woman! She continued to amaze me. And now I was really hard.
I waited until all the men headed downstairs then I went to the guest room and opened the door.
Aria called out that she was dressing so to get out.
I closed the door softly and approached the walk-in and stood in the doorway. She turned around and stared at me.
I looked her over, seeing that she really was dressed head to ankle in black. And the clothes were skin tight. Fuck, I wanted my wife so badly. I hadn’t had sex since Sharice. That was almost three months ago. I wanted my wife. No, I needed my wife.
I came to her and she started spitting fire at me as soon as I told her she wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
I grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her to me. If she wanted to fuck this day out, it would be with me.
I grabbed her jaw gently, but firmly and crashed my lips to hers.
She tried to pull back, but I tightened my grip around her waist, and moved my hand from her jaw to her head.
That cap was silky, so there was no way I would get leverage on her so I yanked it off.
Her hair came tumbling out, but I grabbed a handful of it and pulled lightly as I kept my lips pressed hard to hers.
She continued to resist me, so I pressed my hard cock through my black slacks against her pussy, and rubbed harshly.
She whimpered, making me bite gently on her lip until it opened and I shoved my tongue into her mouth.
I kept rubbing myself up against her, roughly.
If I kept this up, I’d come in my pants.
At first she was resisting the kiss, but the minute my tongue entered her mouth, her tongue was fighting mine for dominance.
The kiss was actually getting more intense, so much so we both moaned.
I pulled back quickly, but held her by the waist tightly, and moved my hand from her hair to her shirt and practically jerked it off.
I frowned when I saw she was wearing a white bra, thrown off since she had been wearing all black.
I glanced up into her eyes which were hazy, but narrowed at me.
Without taking my eyes off of her eyes, I reached my free hand around and unhooked her bra, making it fall loose against her chest.
In a husky voice, because shit if I didn’t want this woman so badly, I said, “Take it off, Aria.”
I pulled back just enough to give her space to remove it. She looked at me with narrowed eyes for a few seconds, then removed it.
I pulled her back to my chest, and whispered in her hair, “Good girl.” I felt her shiver.
I reached down between us and unzipped my pants, reaching in and pulling my rock hard cock out.
I had one hand still holding her waist so she couldn’t try to leave, and one hand on my cock.
One of her hands went to my chest and the other was suddenly touching my cock.
I moved my hand away and let her grip it.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck you so badly, wife.” She squeezed my cock hard, making me groan.
Without waiting any longer, I pulled back away from her as her hand left my cock.
I moved completely away, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to just below my ass.
I reached for her, pulled her closer and grabbed her pants.
She pushed my hands away, stepped back and pulled the pants and panties off in one move.
She was standing there bared-naked in front of me.
I was stroking my cock, and gripping it to stop myself from cumming all over myself.
She was petite, with medium sized perfect breasts, and the most luscious ass I had ever seen.
“Fuck. I need to fuck you, my little Donna.” Her eyes gleamed at that title.
I grabbed her to me, turned and closed the walk-in door, then pushed her up against the door.
“I’m sorry, my little Donna, but it will be rough and fast. I can’t wait. We can do slow later. But not now.”
I was now face to face with her, her legs pulled up around my waist, her back against the door.
“I don’t do slow, Maximo.” There was a fire there I had seen before, but loving that I got to be on the other end of it this time. Could I die from this woman? Abso-fucking-lutely! Would I die for this woman? Fuck yes!
Without waiting any further, I pushed my hard cocked into her wet channels.
I was considered big. I never knew nor cared, but suddenly knowing my wife had lovers and she was still this tight, made me feel like a fucking king about to deflower his virgin queen.
She looked me straight into my eyes as I did her, her eyes fluttering from my size.
Her nails began to grip by biceps, making me grunt. Once I was fully in, I paused.
“Ready, wife?”
Her breath came out, and in a soft voice I had never heard from her before, she said, “Ready.”
And I proceed to fuck her hard and fast. I was thrusting so hard at one point the door was banging, but I didn’t care. Aria had the most beautiful, loud, explosive orgasm I had ever heard, making me shout out my own orgasm. That had been a fucking awakening!