64. Astor
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
ASTOR
“ I didn’t see anything, was too busy watching my girl unravel from watching you two go at it,” Jay says.
I nod and wait by the door for Alessia. “Jay, I don’t give a fuck who watches me fuck my wife. She’s my wife.” He chuckles and Alessia appears in front of me. Our fathers should just about be here and we’re the only ones going.
“You’re sure you don’t want us to come as backup?” Justin asks.
I nod. “It’ll be quick, we’ll take his mother out of the house, the gas will leak, house goes up in flames. Be back within an hour.”
“What are you doing with his mother?” Caroline asks.
“Leaving her there. Mothers are off limits, as you know.”
“Then why the fuck has he been texting both of yours? I say kill her,” she says, her face heating up. Justin rubs her back and she looks at him.
“Go to bed, twink, wait for me there. I’ll be there soon.” It looks like the other girls are in bed, too, because I only see the guys out in the kitchen and the living room is oddly quiet. The house feels weird being this full, but I know Alessia loves it.
“We’ll be back, don’t fuck our house up,” Alessia says with her hand on the doorknob. I look at them and smirk.
“You heard the wife, don’t fuck the house up.”
My father’s driver is pulling into the driveway when we step outside. I deposit Alessia inside and we head to the Raz’s holiday family home they all stay at every year. Everyone except Miles, because he’s so on edge that he’s staying elsewhere. He’s made no contact except the threats to our mothers. He’s being a coward and hiding. Ever since the news came out about Javi, he’s been radio silent; probably calculating how he can get us back.
“ Figlia , you still want to do it this way?” Ander asks her.
“Yes, Papa, what other way is there? Russ requested we be silent.”
“And you requested more blood. We have silencers. You want blood, we can get you blood, sweetheart,” my father interjects. I look at her and watch her battle with her choice. I put my hand over hers and give it a gentle tug.
“It’s whatever you want,” I tell her.
“Pull his father and mother out of the house. Blindfold her, but bring him to me. He’ll be the blood and everyone else can burn in hell,” she says, looking out of the window, and I can’t help the chill that runs over me when she says it.
Her father nods and my father picks up his phone to tell our team the plan.
Moments later, we’re pulling up to the gate of the Raz’s holiday home. Our tech guy bypasses the security alarm and lets us in before killing the lights in their home. We stand on the lawn and wait as the team storms the house.
“Remember, if it becomes too much, you tell me,” I remind Alessia. She looks up briefly at me and turns her eyes back to the door.
“What if he’s here? Russ told me to leave him alive. If he’s here, Ast, I won’t—I can’t leave him alive.”
“If he’s here, he’s not leaving alive. I don’t give a fuck what Russ said.” I crack my neck and watch as our fathers screw silencers on their guns.
“Xavier, you take east and I’ll go west. Make sure no one is trying to get out of the house.” My father nods and they both take off, not giving us a second glance. It’s funny, seeing them in action, because they very rarely ever have to get their hands dirty. They have men waiting to be chosen to do their dirty work, but it’s nice to see that they still have fight in them.
A moment later, I can see flashes of light from the gun going off. Alessia switches her weight back and forth in feet.
“Relax, malyshka . No one is getting pass us.” A moment later, the front door sling open, and Miles’ father, Donnie, stumbles out. Alessia is moving before I am and I watch her. I know she can handle him; I don’t want her feeling like I’m undermining her strength and abilities to handle herself.
“Going somewhere, Mr. Donnie?” she says as she draws her foot back and clocks him in the face with it. He hits the ground and she stands over top of him, squeezing his face until his eyes find hers.
“Your son raped me and you did nothing about it. You didn’t report him to the establishment. You didn’t check in to see how my family was. You didn’t even apologize. You helped him, helped him out of the country, helped him stay unnoticed. You’re just as bad as he is, and now you’re dead.”
She walks away from him and heads towards me as the team rushes out of the house. One guard is holding his wife, she’s blindfolded and placed on her knees in front of the house.
Our fathers round the corner and we away from the house.
“What about Donnie?” my father asks, right when Alessia turns around, not bothering with applying a silencer. She points the gun and fires, putting a bullet directly through Donnie head. Miles’ mother screams, frantically looking around despite being blindfolded.
“That’s my girl,” her father says, patting her back. “Let’s get you back home. You’ve had quite the day.”
I watch as Donnie hits the ground, but I’m still not satisfied.
“Baby?” Alessia asks, her hand reaching out to grab my arm.
“I’m not leaving until the house is up in flames. Tell them to blow it.”
My father says something into his phone, and a second later, the house combusts and Miles’ mother screams again. We’ll leave her there, Miles will come eventually or maybe she’ll break out of the binds and set herself free. Either way, we kept the rule and didn’t harm her.
“Now we can go home,” I say, kissing her forehead.
Phase two, complete.
It’s been three days since the accident of the Raz holiday home going up in flames. Magically, the texts to our mothers stopped. Does it surprise me? Not at all. He saw that we had the opportunity to kill his and we didn’t. I guess some of his morals are still in there somewhere. Alessia has been acting more and more like her normal self. Every morning, I wake her up to my cock inside of her and every night she rides me like she owns me.
She does.
She hasn’t mentioned Miles since that night and she’s hasn’t had trouble sleeping in the last few days, either. I’m not na?ve enough to believe that she’s over it, but I think she feels more at peace knowing that Miles is looking over his shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s interesting, because that’s exactly what will happen when we see fit. As of right now, we’re focused on taking our honeymoon before classes start back up in a week.
Alessia doesn’t know where we’re going; all she knows is that it’s around water and that she needs a passport.
“Are you sure I’m packed appropriately?” she asks, looking at her suitcase at the door. I kiss her forehead and pull her into me. She stares up at me and for the first time, I see the Alessia I saw when I was eighteen. The one that was carefree, and strong, and attached to my hip.
“I’m sure, now let’s go. We’ll miss the flight time.”
“Which airline is it?”
I chuckle and she frowns as we walk out of the house.
“What’s so funny?”
“ Malyshka , we’re using the private plane. I can’t fuck my wife on a commercial flight.”
She swats my arm and climbs into the back of the car. “You’re addicted to sex, you know.”
“No, I’m addicted to you. Big difference.”
“You used to act like you hated me.”
“I still like to act like I hate you, little devil.”
She slides up next to me and climbs over my lap. She kisses my neck before biting down on it.
“Oh yeah? Well, I hate you, too.”
The privacy screen is already up, as always, because I never know when I’ll need her. Lately, it’s been constant, and right now, it’s urgent.
I yank at her pants and she hovers over me so I can pull them down.
No panties. Fuck.
She sinks down onto my cock and groans; I wrap my hand around her neck and yank her to me.
“You don’t hate me. You never did,” I growl into her ear before pushing into her. She let’s out a loud moan and I push my hand into her shirt, cupping her breast. Her body is moving up and down on my cock at a torturous rhythm. I wrap my hand around her waist and take over. I fuck her with a vengeance and watch her as she quickly unravels. It doesn’t take much longer before I’m pumping her full of my cum. She leans her forehead against mine and tries to slow her breathing down. I push her hair behind her shoulders and rub gently.
“I don’t hate you. I love you,” she says, and my world stops at the rawness in her voice. I always knew she loved me, but it’s like the love has intensified over the years, at least for me. And I never thought she could love me as deeply I loved her; I’ve never been so happy to be wrong until just now.
“I know, little devil. Don’t ever fucking ask me to leave you again.”