by Jolie Damman
My mind was a bliss, my thoughts so calm right now. I thought I would feel nervous, but this was anything but that. I was at peace with myself, with what was happening, and it was all happening so fast. Ed was the medicine I had been looking for ever since Regina was killed.
I wrapped my legs around him, needing more of this man. His smile was right in front of my eyes as he kept on pounding into me, always harder and never holding anything back.
The sound of my moans filled the room, and my whole body felt so hot I could almost think I was going to explode any moment now. The more he filled me with himself, the more I wished for him never to stop.
“Fuck… Fuck…” He said slowly, his voice sounding so throaty.
And I felt it coming. The second wave of orgasm hit me like a train, and I convulsed under him, his lips finding mine soon after because he couldn’t have enough of me. I kissed him once more, and said, “Don’t stop.”
My body calmed down, but I knew something else was about to happen. His dick began to pulse, and his smile widened. He kissed me one more time before beginning to squirt his seeds into my womb.
He eased out of me, my womb feeling some of his sperm go with him. Ed laid down beside me, and his body looked for mine. We cuddled up together for some time, just feeling each other, our presence joining up and turning into something we were never going to forget.
But neither of us wanted to sleep quite yet. His eyes looked for mine, and he said, “You were so tight. I hope I’ve made you feel better.”
I burst out laughing for some seconds. Then, after calming down and returning to normal, I said, “You’ve done much more than that.”
His lips widened, and then, he kissed me, sealing my fate with him.
Chapter 8
People Change
Eduardo
Months passed since that wonderful moment with her, when we became so much more to each other. Ever since then, Elsa grew closer to me, and I grew closer to her. We did so many things together now, making the mansion feel so alive. It was almost like more people populated it now.
We went out more often together, exploring more of Chicago. There was something about this city that made me sure I should live here, with her, and consider not going at all back to Milan. We would see if I would continue living like that in the future, but for now, I wanted nothing more than to continue being with her.
I shared so many more moments with her, and now, we were doing something we hadn’t done ever since coming to America. There was a nice, hidden ice-cream shop not too far from the mansion, and I decided to take her there.
Elsa linked her arm with mine, and the cool breeze and the moon made this moment even more unforgettable. Behind us was the mansion, in all its glory and with most of its lights turned on, looking almost like a beacon in this neighborhood.
I was walking with her, and I asked my men not to come with me. They all understood my request and made no complaints about it. They were loyal to me, but they were not blind. They knew I was taking a risk.
However, taking a small risk was just the thing I needed right now. For her, I could do anything.
She walked with me, her arm still linked with mine, and she wore nothing special, just like me. There was no point in wearing anything fancy for this. The ice-cream, or gelato shop, was one of the things we missed the most from our former life in Italy.
Neither of us had had gelato since coming here, and that was a sin. We needed to make up for that.
Elsa did look fatter now, though I made no comments on that. I knew how women could get mad about that sort of thing.
She craned her head, looking up at me, and I looked down at her beautiful eyes. They gleamed under the light of the moon, the street lamps joining in.
“I can’t wait to have some gelato now.”
“Me too,” I said before giving her a peck, which made her cheeks flush.
She and I got to the aforementioned gelato shop, and we ordered some cones for us. Her cone’s flavors were vanilla with grape, and mine was green apple. The thing I liked the most about this shop, I thought, was that it had a huge collection of flavors. I considered coming here again, and I knew she would enjoy it too. Given the look on her eyes, I knew I didn’t even have to question her about that right now.
We sat down at a table made of wood. It was small, and the lack of people - there was nothing more than some couples near us - and the unusual silence of this part of the city made this moment so romantic.
She finished eating her cone, and then said, “I’ve got some very good news for you.”
Oh shit. Whenever she said that, it was because she was getting ready to drop a bomb, and right now, I didn’t need that sort of thing.
I also finished eating my cone, and after cleaning my mouth with a disposable napkin, I said, “I hope it’s nothing serious like that thing you made me do that one time.”
She giggled and smiled. Looking for my hand, she said, “I’m pregnant.”
What?!
How was she pregnant?!
I stood straight up, almost tipping over the table. “Honey, you gotta be mistaken.”
“But I’m not. I took the test, and it’s positive. You are going to be a father.”
I brought a hand to my forehead, refusing to believe what she was telling me. How was she pregnant when I knew I was infertile for sure?
Calming down a little, I said, “You gotta be mistaken. I couldn’t have made you pregnant.”
She frowned, looking a bit irritated, and then got from her purse one of those self-test pregnancy kits. It had been used, and on its side I could read the confirmation of what she told me.
The result of the test was a sounding Yes, and now… now my whole life had just been turned upside down.
I looked for her hand and walked away from there, heading back to the mansion. We needed some privacy right now.
“Elsa,” I said, looking into her eyes deeply, “I’m so fucking happy! I never thought it would happen. I was so sure…”
Her hand looked for my chin, and she held my hand in it. “It has happened, and it is the only gift I ever asked for since getting to know the real you. I also thought it wouldn’t happen, but it did, and now we have something else to look forward to, once we go back to Milan.”
I squeezed her hand a little. I was going to change the subject of this conversation. “About that, I think we need to talk about our future here.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t mean… you want to live here forever?”
I nodded. “I do. This is the best place for me, you, and that little one inside your belly.”
The corners of her lips curved to form a tight-lipped smile, and she said, “I couldn’t have asked for a better place. After getting to know this city, I’ve begun to think I want to live the rest of my life here, and now I think I’ve got a better hang of their language.”
I looked into her eyes, and gave Elsa another profound kiss. Things had changed for the better, and our future looked brighter than it ever did.
Elsa
The night was a silent one outside, the moon rising in the sky. It was a last quarter kind of moon and with the stars behind it, the dark sky itself looked so beautiful. I couldn’t stop looking at it for too long.
My mind was thinking. Not too much time had passed since we had ice cream cones in that gelato shop, and since then, we hadn’t decided on a name for the baby. It was something we would discuss at a later date.
I heard a faint sound, but didn’t think much of it. Faint sounds occurred here all the time, after all. This place was well-guarded enough for that sort of thing not to worry me as well.
I was reading a book in English on how to parent babies, and every now and then I would stop the reading to admire the sky.
When I looked at it one more time, that was when something small, but heavy broke through the window. I gasped and dropped my book to the floor. I got off the bed and found what had just broken my window.
; A stone, and that meant that…
I heard another faint sound in the distance, and looking out the window, I found out who was doing it. Or rather, I found more than one person invading the mansion, their hands holding guns with silencers.
Oh shit, they were invading the mansion, and they came here to kill my Ed! I needed to get out of here and warn him.
I ran to the door and slammed it open, but I soon found out I was too late. The men were already in the mansion, and some of them were coming straight toward me, their guns aimed at my face. If I did anything rash, they wouldn’t hesitate to end my life.
And so, I calmed down and lifted my arms, showing them I wasn’t going to pose any threat.
They came to me, and one of them said, “You are coming with us.”
He carried something in his hands. Handcuffs. He made me turn my back to him and after putting my arms behind it, he handcuffed me.
I was terrified, my heart racing like a speeding train. I couldn’t think straight, and all the while, I was thinking where Ed had gone to. They killed most of the men in the house, and some were even coming through the window they broke open.
They were coming in from all the windows and all the doors. This was a clean, surgical operation, and they spoke the local language, but their accent gave their origins. They were also Italians, and I guessed they had been living here much before we arrived.
Ed must have done something terrible to piss them off. They came here because they needed me, and their presence also meant they knew how valuable I was. My father would do anything to get me back, after all.
I thought about the baby. We didn’t even name him yet - and we already knew it was going to be a boy - and he was already being put into danger because of this fucking Mafia life I couldn’t get away from.
I thought that, with Ed, I would be safe, but it seemed I wouldn’t be. Not forever. He was not the unbeatable man I once thought he was. Quite the contrary. He was human like everyone else.
They were beginning to take me away from there when I heard a loud, ear-piercing shot. One of the men that were taking me dropped dead on the floor, and when I looked at the direction the shot came from, I found him.
Ed. He was here to save me.
Eduardo
I should have known this was going to happen. How come they were so clean and surgical, killing most of my men? They didn’t get all of them, but once this was over, and if I survived this invasion, I would need to ask Romano to send more men here, if he could. The war he was battling over in Milan, even though news outlets here were talking almost nothing about it, was already being a bloody one. All they were reporting was a rise of people being killed over there. They had no idea what was truly going on.
My men were with me, inside my bedroom. I managed to get some of them to come with me, and I locked the door so that the invaders wouldn’t find their way in here. I also put my wardrobe behind the window, impeding the ones that had put ladders by it and were going to climb their way into the house.
They knew I was still alive. I couldn’t know who they were for sure - from which Mafia family - but their accents were unmistakable. I had some suspicions, but without further proof, I couldn’t make any accusations, for now.
And either way, that was not a concern of mine at this moment. I needed to find a weakness in their operation, and even though they knew there were people in this room, I could make use of something to get behind them.
There was a secret passage that I could use to surprise them. I knew it was going to come in handy one day - I just didn’t think that today, of all days, one or more of the Italian families here in Chicago were going to come to my mansion to kill me and my men.
My thoughts were with Elsa. She was all by herself. I never thought I should have put some men by her bedroom to keep her protected, but taking this moment to reflect on what was happening here, I came to one major conclusion that made my heart sink.
She was going to die or be kidnapped if I didn’t make a miracle happen right now.
And a miracle was all I had to hope for at this very moment. When I looked out the window and before I blocked it with a wardrobe, I witnessed so many men coming here. They must have found a way to jump over the walls and storm open the main gate. Most of my men outside were most likely dead at this point.
Maybe some of them survived, but I doubted they could do much to help me here.
I was impressed by how they just showed up here. By the time I realized what was going on, it was already too late. Now, all I had was me, these men - which weren’t many - and my guts and cunningness to end their plans.
I held my gun and said, “Men, we are going out.”
I explained the plan for them. They would need to be fast and act without hesitation. There were so few of us, and the mansion was so silent I wondered that, even if we did everything right, we would be able to get out of this alive and save Elsa.
We followed the secret passage out of the bedroom, and after going through some tunnels, we ended up right outside the mansion. I then closed the exit of the secret passage after my men used the ladder to climb up to the ground.
Bushes and trees hid us, and the grass hid the exit of the tunnel that led us here. Those men could have known what this property was like, but they didn’t know every secret it had. I was so glad Romano built that series of tunnels in case something like this attack ever happened to us.
I looked at my men and said, “Don’t waste a single bullet, and be silent. We can’t let them know we got out of the room.”
They all nodded and readied their guns. This was going to be tough, but we knew we could come out of this victorious.
One after the other, we shot them dead. I divided the group into two so that we could cover more ground. I lost count of how many goons met their end by my hands halfway-through. To be honest, that didn’t matter one bit to me. I just needed to get to Elsa and end their operation here in such a way they would never consider another attack.
Slowly and painfully, we killed everyone outside of the mansion, and now we only needed to get to Elsa. I had no idea if she was still inside her bedroom, or if those men were already taking her somewhere.
I got into the mansion and climbed up the stairs. We killed more of their men, their bodies falling on the floor. The element of surprise was still ours, but I wondered for how long it would last.
The man behind this, the one leading this attack, would soon find out that something very wrong was happening.
I heard someone saying something on the floor above, and then hurried footsteps coming to us. Shit, they knew things weren’t going according to their plans anymore. They must have tried to talk to some of their men outside, finding out nothing but absolute radio silence.
I needed to act fast and prevent this from turning into a direct battle. I didn’t know how many of them were still in here, and if we could take them out in a shootout.
“Men, disperse! I said, determination in my voice, hoping I was making the right choice.
Chapter 9
No Matter the Costs
Elsa
Another shot filled the atmosphere. Whatever happened with Ed and his men, it had to have been terrible. He had blood all over his body, and he looked tired and devastated. More of the men that were kidnapping me fell on the floor, their eyes a clear expression of shock.
But still, he did it. He managed to save me, at the expense of his men, who were now all dead. If we continued to live here - and did we even have another choice? - we would have to build everything from scratch.
Only one man was keeping me captive, and it was the one who was gripping my handcuffed arms, impeding me from helping Ed. I wanted to aid him, but I felt so powerless, and my mind kept thinking about the baby.
I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t have a miscarriage, but I was so nervous too. My heart was beating so fast, and I felt my vision blurring every so often.
This invasion, this attack was taking its toll on m
e, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened that night, when my little Regina was taken from me. I couldn’t let it happen again. It just couldn’t. It wouldn’t.
I felt an immense jolt of pain in my belly, making me clutch my belly and bend over a little. The man with the black ski mask straightened me back up right away, his hand so rough I thought he wouldn’t hesitate to do something much worse to me.
“Woman, just be still.”
And he was right. Pain or not, I needed to be strong. But that intense pang of pain wasn’t something I could ignore. Was my baby boy safe? He had to be. I wouldn’t survive losing another child of mine.