Chapter 34
Rian
Rubbing at the back of my neck, I watch my wife pace in front of me. Her hands twist and untwist the fabric of her dress as she shakes her head and continues down her worn path in the carpet. We’ve been home for a few hours, but I had to leave her alone for a while while I debriefed the men. When I walked into the room and saw the fire burning in her stare, I knew she hadn’t let go of what happened yet.
“Perhaps it’s better to talk it out,” I offer with an amused curl of my lips.
Her angry eyes narrow on me. “You couldn’t have warned me? Hey baby, I’m gonna murder a bunch of people at the ball.”
Relaxing into the cushion, I spread my arms along the back of the couch. “Luca needed to see your honest reaction so he wouldn’t feel betrayed by his own.”
“I’m not his ,” she spits out and jerks her head back, surprised by her own words. My cock hardens at the statement, throbbing painfully with the need to claim her. She stands straight and stares at me. “I’m not his, I’m an O’Callaghan now.”
I groan, kneading my cock to relieve some pressure. “Baby, come here and say that again while I spill my cum inside you.”
Her lips quirk. “Be serious.”
“I am serious. I need to be buried inside you.”
Isabelle shakes her head and walks to our dresser. She starts to take off her earrings in a huff and I study her curves in that sinful dress. “How about this? Next time, I’ll include you in the plan.”
Her eyes brighten for a flash, then narrow. “Do you think I don’t see through your lie? You’ll just not include me again.”
I laugh, patting my lap. “You’re too smart. Come here, love.”
She bites her lip before turning and coming to straddle me on the couch. My hands fall to her hips and pull her closer so her pussy is snug against my cock. Isabelle gasps and then rocks against me once.
“You know what else you are?” I tilt my head, wanting a kiss.
“What?” she breathes against my lips.
“Too beautiful,” I whisper. My voice is light, full of the affection I feel for her.
Isabelle inhales sharply as I trail my nose along her jaw.
“Too selfless.” My words fan across her neck, hoping she senses the pride I have for her.
She grabs my shoulders. “Rian.”
“Hmm?”
She slides her hand between us, undoing my pants button, then puts her hand inside to rub against my rigid cock. “If you don’t fuck me in the next two seconds, I’m going to ask for a divorce.”
“Ask all you want, love. I’ll never let you go.”
Isabelle laughs softly. I slide my hands up and pull the top of her dress down, palming her breasts. My fingers twist her pebbled nipples before I lean down and suck them into my mouth. She moans, arching into my face, and her hands work faster to pull my cock out.
When she lifts on her knees, I push her dress up to her hips before cupping her ass in a rough squeeze. It rips with the movement, and a soft laugh tumbles out of me. She lines my cock up to her bare pussy with her panties tugged to the side and both of us groan as she sinks down.
“I liked this dress,” she rasps as soon as I’m sheathed completely and she’s shifting side to side to accommodate my whole cock. My fingers caress her thighs before moving up her back and shoving off the shredded dress. Isabelle in only panties with my cross hanging between her breasts nearly has me losing my self-control and spilling inside her.
“I’ll buy you more,” I tell her and thrust up, forcing myself deeper. She groans and her nails dig into me, but I don’t feel the pain as she raises onto her knees and drops down on my cock. I shiver when her nails scrape against my neck and up to the back of my head.
“You feel good like this.” Her words sink into my jaw as she kisses along it.
“I have so much more to show you, love.”
I can feel the curve of her smile on my skin, her pussy tightening around me. My eyes roll back as she rides my cock and my hand roams her body, needing more. I grab the back of her neck and pull her to my mouth, kissing her with everything I have. Her breasts rub against my shirt as she keeps fucking me, squeezing my hardness with her cunt.
Her head tilts back as her breathing is choppy. She rolls her hips in quick jerks. I knead her ass and pull her toward me as I thrust into her.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” I say on a groan, loving the feeling of being buried raw in her tight heat. There’s never been a greater feeling than coming inside my wife. “Get there with me, Isabelle. Touch yourself.”
Sweet whimpers fall out of her mouth as her trembling hand moves between us. I know the moment she circles her clit from the way her pussy constricts around my cock. I grit my teeth, fucking her harder and loving the cries coming from her mouth with each deep thrust.
A few more strokes and she moans, tremors rolling through her as she comes. The ecstasy etched on her face sets mine off. A deep groan roars out of my throat as my cock empties inside her. My cum fills her pussy, hope blooming in my chest that this is the time it takes root and she gets pregnant.
Isabelle pants, dropping her forehead against mine. Our lips brush as we exchange breaths. “Rian…”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think I want to be involved with the brotherhood as much as I thought.”
I tense at her confession. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes shine with tears. “I don’t—I just want to cook…and be home with our kids. I don’t?—”
“You don’t want a life of blood and death?”
She nods. “At least not one I can see.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear and grasp her chin to pull her into a brief kiss. “I’d prefer that anyway.”
“But you still have to come home to me every night.”
My chest warms at her demand, and I try to blink away the stinging in my eyes. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
* * *
Today Isabelle decided we would spend most of our time with my father, and I didn’t have the heart to decline her request. It’s hard to see my father so weak, but I know he strives for moments of peace without anyone around. Sometimes I fear he hopes he passes in those moments. He’s made comments about how much he sees the effect my wife has on me and my brothers, how we’ll be in good hands, as if he’s ready to move on.
Her parents are still shaken up and they’ve barricaded themselves in the penthouse I provided in Jersey City, only allowing Ricky to come and go. It hurts Isabelle more than I know she’s letting on that they won’t move in, but everything they’ve believed has been stripped from them, so I’m focusing on keeping her happy.
“One Christmas, he snuck down thinking he was going to catch Santa. Stayed up as long as he could until he damn near pissed himself. She locked him in the bathroom.” My father breaks out into a cackle as I smile.
Isabelle laughs, looking over at me. “I’m assuming then she put all the presents under the tree?”
He nods. “But first she played some music on the speaker, right next to the door so he couldn’t hear anything. Then she took it a step further, spread some wheat bundles all over the floor, chewed up some carrots and spit them out. Left a note for him to clean up the reindeer mess since he tried to be naughty.”
She gasps and then laughs again. “Oh my god. I can only imagine how upset little Rian was about that.”
My father sighs. “She stood right next to him and helped him, assured him that Santa wasn’t upset.”
“And when you found out the truth about who locked you in the bathroom?” she teases me.
I shrug. “We were too busy trying out the new weapons.”
Her face pales. “Weapons? How old were you?”
“Ten, I think? We were an isolated group of kids.”
My father nods. “Ten sounds right. We got you devil knuckles and some shuriken.”
“Shuriken?”
I try to stifle my smile, knowing Isabelle is going to hate them. “Ninja stars. Cillian still prefers them.”
“Ten, Rian! Our kid—” Isabelle cuts off, blinking for a second, her eyebrows furrowing.
My father smiles. “Believe me, Elodie felt the same. But you have to understand, knowledge is power. Kids are naturally curious, and those boys were tenacious. They would have found the weapons no matter where we hid them. So you teach them first, teach them about the dangers and how to handle them properly. Most of their excitement died out in days.”
I can see she’s still uncomfortable with the idea, so I reach over and squeeze her knee. “He’s leaving out the part where they would empty the magazines from the guns and dull the edges of anything sharp.”
Leaning back in my chair, I smirk at my father. “Nah, the real issue was when Declan learned how to hack and stole millions from the Outfit, Camorra, and even the Famiglia, before anyone caught on.”
He shakes his head, rubbing his smile with his frail fingers. “The Butcher found it funny. Luca’s father not so much.”
“The Butcher?” Isabelle grimaces.
“The Outfit’s enforcer. Most of our contact ran through him at that time since he and his son resided in the states. I wonder how he’s doing now.” His tone is soft and eyes sad, almost in grief with a longing for an old friend.
My eyebrows raise. “Sebastian James crashed my wedding.”
“Should have invited him. That’s not how we treat our allies.”
“Luca refused, and plus we didn’t even know he was on the top side. No whispers of him moving across the pond,” I explain, reminding myself to mention that to Declan. Then I frown. “I didn’t know you were on such good terms with the Outfit.”
My father shrugs. “He’s not as bad as people make him out to be.”
“With a name like The Butcher, I can only imagine,” Isabelle adds dryly.
He hoots in laughter before coughing again. She stands to hand him water before returning to my side. We exchange a glance, knowing he sounds worse than before.
“Has the doc come recently?”
My father scowls. “What for? There’s nothing else that can be done. He manages my pain and that’s it.”
I sigh. “I want you to be as comfortable as you can be.”
He waves me off. “I feel fine, better than ever actually.”
Isabelle smiles. “That’s good. Maybe soon you can join us downstairs for dinner.”
With a returning grin, he stares at my wife. “I’d love that, darlin’. I still think about that pot roast you made.”
Her cheeks flush red and they settle back into talking about their subject favorite: me.