by DJ Parker
agreed, right?
Unidentified male: *Chuckling* Your lover gets to live another day.
Donald Spillmore: Thank you, Don Balducci.
Unidentified male: Just make sure that she stays away. If she steps foot
back into New York or New Jersey, she’s dead and so is your lover.
Recording stopped.
Looking down at my shaking hands, the tape recorder slipped from my grasp as fear transfixed my tears. Leaning forward, I attempted to remove the tape from the slot, but my fingers kept slipping. I needed to know what the other tapes said. Loud sobs started to escape from the comforts of my silent tears as I struggled to stop shaking. Just then, Andriano appeared at the door. Taking shorts steps towards my bed, Andriano holstered me into his arms.
“Bella mia, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” he said, as his tone was filled with a combination of equal parts of anguish and urgent.
Unable to speak, my body continued to go through a series of shocks as I attempted to come to grips with how close that I had been to dying. Am I still in danger? Did they follow Andriano over here? Are my daughters in danger? Pushing my body away Andriano, I needed to go check on my daughters to make sure that they were safe.
“Get off of me,” I flew into a massive state of hysteria as the words from the tape echoed throughout my head. “I have to make sure that my girls are safe. Please, Andriano.” I begged as I tried to escape his firm hold.
“Bella mia, they’re fine. I checked on them. They’re sleeping peacefully baby. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it.”
“You’ve done enough. You and your family have done enough!” I shouted as I swatted his hands away. He tightened his hold, refusing to let go of me. “You need to leave my house now before they kill me and my daughters because of you,” I ordered.
“Tell me what happened,” he demanded. Diverting my eyes to the tape recorder that laid on the mattress, Andriano released his hold on me. Grabbing the tape recorder, Andriano pressed the rewind button and replayed the callous conversation. Jumping up out of the bed, I made my way to my daughters’ room. My eyes swept from left-to-right as I repeatedly looked over at my sleeping daughters. Leaning over each of my daughters, I kissed their heads and took one final glance before closing the door.
Entering my bedroom once again, I caught Andriano stuffing the tapes and the recorder into his pajama pants pocket. My eyes widened as I blurted, “What are you doing?”
“Who gave this to you?” His chiseled jaw shifted tensely as he made it undoubtedly clear that he was angry.
“I can’t tell you,” I stated firmly.
“Simone…” he said threateningly.
“You need to go,” I said as it dawned on me that Andriano was planning to take action. “Don’t do anything to your father, Andriano. No matter what he’s still your dad.”
“It’s too late for that; the bitter asshole is dead. I could spit on his grave and curse him to rot in hell. Fucking miserable prick,” Andriano said, as my eyes dropped down to the veins that was bulging out of his arms and neck.
“What picture was sent to you?” he asked as his impassioned face struggled to remain neutral.
Digging through my closet, I finally found the picture of Andriano and Josephine’s engagement party photo. A nauseating feeling washed over me as I thought back on the day that I received this photo. I truly believed that this was part of some sick twisted joke. Now to find out that my best friend sent the photo left me in a state of shock.
Handing the picture over to Andriano, he took one glance at the framed photo before saying, “The three men that were on these tapes are now dead. I doubt that they would have known about the girls because they would’ve taken some form of action against them.”
“If Donald Spillmore knew where I was living, what makes you think that the rest of them did not know?” I asked alarmed. “What if they’ve been watching my daughters and me over the past five years? What if there are others that are still watching?”
“You and the girls are going to stay at the new house. I have the security system set in place, and the house is virtually off of the grid,” he began. Walking towards my closet, Andriano pulled out my suitcase before saying, “Pack light. Whatever you need, I’ll make sure that you’ll get it.”
“No, you need to leave.”
“Simone, I’m not taking no for an answer,” Andriano said as if he finalized the next course of action.
“Andriano, I’m not going anywhere with you. This is my home. This is the only home that the girls know. Besides, I still have to wrap up the details for Grandma’s funeral.”
“Funeral?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder at me with calculated eyes.
“Yes,” I answered as I struggled to slow down my racing heart. “She passed away a few days ago.” Taking a deep breath, I braced myself before telling Andriano about how my daughters were the only people home when they found Grandma lying face down on the kitchen floor. Andriano’s face softened as I sobbed in between telling him everything from that day until Acelia’s dream tonight. Andriano paced back and forth throughout my bedroom, as his face became beet red with encircling emotions. “They had their own share of trauma that I wish I could take away. I can’t expose them to this kind of mess,” I finished.
Bringing the suitcase to the edge of the bed, Andriano stopped and kneeled before me. “Baby, I’m here. I’m here for you and our daughters. You don’t have to carry this weight around anymore.”
Sighing, I looked away. Chewing on the inside of my lip, I finally responded after a few minutes passed between us. “I can’t bring myself to rely on you. For so long, I’ve only relied on myself and Grandma. I’ve survived without you. My daughters have survived without you. So, I’m pretty sure that we will continue to survive without you.”
Standing up, Andriano began pacing my bedroom as he took in my statement. Finally stopping in front of me, Andriano said, “Our daughters are lucky to have a mother like you. Thank you for keeping our daughters safe these past five years. But, I’m here now. I’m not going to walk away from you and my daughters. If I have to die in order to protect you, then so be it. It’s time for you to get comfortable with the idea that I’m not leaving.”
Sniffling, I wiped the tears away as Andriano stroked my folded leg before saying, “I know that these past five years have been crazy but, bella mia, I need you to stop fighting me.”
“Andriano, you’re married and I refuse to be the reason why your marriage is over. I don’t want to break up the home that you and her built with each other. It’s bad enough that you and I were intimate.”
“My home has always been with you. That’s where my heart’s been—with you and only with you. How can I have a marriage with anyone when the person is not you?” he asked softly.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I said, “Andriano, my life is here with my daughters. I have a job that I rely on to support my family. I’m not going to up and leave everything behind because of you. Already I’ve been thrust into this drama. I have to protect my daughters. So, no I’m not going anywhere with you.”
His eyes became clouded by darkness. “Don’t test me Simone. I’ll toss you over my shoulders if I have to,” Andriano threatened.
Combing my fingers through my hair, I shut my eyelids briefly as I tried to soothe away the headache that was forming. Finally opening my eyes, I said, “Before you came back into my life, I was not worried about anything other than you finding out about my daughters. But, even then that fear diminished with each passing year. Maybe if you go back to Josephine—”
Interjecting, Andriano cut me off and said, “There is nothing to go back to when everything is with you. Before coming out here to find you, I had already decided that I was ending my arrangement. Over the years, I reorganized everything to make sure that I had the most power. I needed to make sure that what happened five years ago did not happen again.”
“Andriano, please try to reason with me. I understand that I’m
asking a lot by telling you to walk away from our daughters. But, understand my position. Understand why I don’t want them associated with you,” I began. Judging by the way Andriano was staring at me, I knew that he was not going to easily walk away from our daughters. Remembering what Grandma said a couple of months ago, I knew that I had to do the right thing.
“Maybe we can try and reach an agreement of some sort. You can be in our daughters’ lives. But only under one condition…you must leave the mafia,” I mustered up enough courage to say. As much as I wanted Andriano to stay away from my daughters, I knew that deep down inside, my daughters deserved to know the truth. Although tatted with flaws, Andriano wanted to be in their lives. Unlike most men, my father included, Andriano refused to walk away from them. Still, as long he is associated with this lifestyle, he could not associate himself with my daughters.
“Simone, I cannot walk away,” Andriano revealed as he turned away from me.
Looking up at him in horror, I remained quiet as he proceeded to give me a run-down of La Cosa Nostra and the arranged marriage that was forced upon him. In the end, his last words bounced around in my thoughts. “I am the mob.”
“You have to make a choice. It is either my daughters or La Cosa Nostra,” I asserted. Raking his fingers down his face, Andriano remained silent as he paced the room again.
Finally stopping, Andriano came before me and kneeled. “Did you ever look at the box that I gave you that day in the parking lot?” Andriano asked as his hands traveled to my foot.
“No, I never found it in my heart to forgive you,” I admitted as I leaned over and pulled the object from my drawer. “I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you,” I said as looked down at the box before stretching my hand out to give it to him.
Pressing his warm palm over my hand, Andriano’s beautiful grey eyes pierced through my guarded heart before he said, “For the rest of my life, I’ll do whatever it takes until you forgive me. I want you to open this when your heart is ready to forgive me.”
“I just feel like it’s too late for us,” shaking my head I moved Andriano’s hand away from my foot. “You have to understand that what we have is a strong sexual chemistry.”
“Bullshit Simone. You and I both know that it’s more than that,” Andriano responded harshly.
“How can you tell me how I feel?” I asked in response to his incredulous statement.
“Baby because I feel it in here,” Andriano said as he directed his hand to his chest. “It beats only for you. I never stopped loving you, and as I look in your eyes right now, I know that you never stopped loving me.”
Looking down at the wooden floor, I said, “I only have enough love for my daughters and me.”
Standing to his feet, Andriano’s torso became my complete vision as I dragged my eyes over the valley his chiseled chest carved to perfection. Palming the side of my cheek, Andriano leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my quivering lips. Inhaling sharply, Andriano took control of my tongue as he held it hostage in between his lips. His hand held onto my waist as he leaned his body forward, causing my back to press against the mattress. Positioning my body under his, Andriano’s hands lifted my lavender silk thigh length nightie as his lips connected to my flushed skin. Each kiss heightened the temperature of my body causing it sizzle by the time he reached my navel. Feeling the warmness of his tongue circling my navel, Andriano stuck his tongue into the indent while his breath fanned against my skin.
Dragging his tongue down my stomach, Andriano’s lips sent subtle shivers down my core as my hands clutched the sheet. Feeling his teeth connect to my thong, Andriano slid the flimsy material down my thighs and legs. Kissing my toes on my left foot, Andriano’s smooth palms clutched onto my thighs as his fingertips dug into my skin, leaving his fingerprints against my skin.
“You’re so sweet bella mia,” he whispered against my skin as his mouth left my skin sweltering. Shuddering under his fingertips, Andriano’s hands brushed lightly. Grazing his knuckles against my nipples, Andriano leaned his head forward and wrapped his lips around my nipples. His lips made love to my nipple, as his tongue lathered the bud to harden from the sheer ecstasy that he was bringing to my body. Releasing the pert nub, Andriano blew lightly on my nipples.
~****~
Andriano
Standing to attention, my tortured length begged to be connected to its mate once again. Fighting against the magnetic force, I palmed my dick a few strokes before pre-cum oozed out of the head. Her eyes stared lustfully at me as she spread her legs wider. Dragging my eyes down to her beautiful spread pussy, her clit jumped under my watchful gaze.
Mulling her hand down to her wetness, she began rubbing her clit, causing my cock to standstill as my air tightened at the sight of her pleasuring herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, causing her lids to become thin slits. Soft moans escaped her lips as her other hand wrapped around my member. Stroking my cock, I wrestled with the need for answers versus the need to fuck my woman again. Covering her hand, I guided each stroke and threw my head back at the blissful pleasure that she bought to me.
“Fuck this,” I groaned, brushing her hand away and hovering over her swelled pussy. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I pressed down on her other thigh, spreading her wide to take all of me…all the five years of waiting. Locking eyes with her, I thrust each and every inch into her without any mercy. Her mouth remained closed as no sound escaped her.
“AHHH…Oooh,” Moaning into her mouth, I welcomed her tightness that swallowed all of me. Leaving no room for her to get accustomed to my size, I began to thrust deeply into her with a vengeance.
“Mine,” I chanted as she moaned graciously against my ears. “You’ll always be mine, bella mia.”
Lifting her body up, I cradled her to sit on top of me while I sat in a sitting position. Nibbling on her shoulders, my hands tugged at her ponytail, freeing her hair as I bounced her body up and down my length.
“Cum for me, bella mia. Cum,” I whispered against her lips as I pushed her body over the edge with my piston thrusts.
Hitting each corner of my inner walls, I felt the combustion of my orgasm on the verge of exploding. Digging my nails deep into his shoulder blades, he began pounding his cock into my core as his hands held onto my bottom, refusing to give me any opportunity to escape him.
“Just like that baby. Give it to me,” she moaned against my lips as she grinded herself against my length, matching each thrust like a syncretic rhythm. “Oh God—oh God,” she screamed out her climax.
“I can’t,” she whimpered as her body went through a series of aftershocks. Unprepared for her earth-shattering climax, her weakened body lay limp as I flipped her over, leaving no room for her to recover.
“You can and you will take all of this,” I moaned as I slid seamlessly into her slick pussy. Her body responded immediately, enjoying every plummeting pounding that I gave her. “Oh fuck, I love you so much bella mia. I’ve faced the last five years in misery, and I refuse to be without my happiness,” I admitted to her as I slowly stroked her insides. Tilting her head back, she moaned out her pleasure as I nibbled love bites on her neck. Reaching behind, her fingers brushed the side of my face causing me to drop feathered kisses on her palms and wrist. Guiding her hand to rub the back of my neck, I deepened the penetration as I journeyed through her body. Snaking my hand around her waist, my fingers roamed over her stomach. Running my fingers over her scar, anger flared through my nostrils. Missing her belly swell with my children inside sent me into a frenzy of anger as I impaled deeper into her. Determined to release my seed inside, I held her ass tightly, feeling my nut fill her inside.
“Bella mia,” I grumbled as I sent the final blow into her quivering tunnel. “Damnnn.”
Sliding out of her slickness, my semi-erect cock started to come to attention again as I eyed her leaking pussy, dripping with a combination of our release.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Andriano
Looking
over at my bella mia sleeping, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of serenity as I thought about how much sweeter she tasted five years later. After taking her body to new levels, I finally allowed her to go to sleep. Holding her close to me, I became lost in her light snore and her melodic breathing.
Dropping light kisses on her head, my fingers traced over her skin. “I love you bella mia. Always and forever,” I whispered before finally shifting her body lightly onto the mattress. Checking on our daughters again, I quickly dug in my duffle bag and pulled out the burner phone. Fuck, three missed calls from Lucas.
Making my way down the stairs, I quickly made my way to the backyard porch and closed the sliding door before calling Lucas again. Answering on the second ring, I braced myself to learn about Lucas’ findings.
“Hello?”
“What do you have?” I asked.
“It doesn’t look good. I looked into Don Capparelli’s phone book and found a burner phone that is traceable by a distinct code that I used specifically for members of your crew. It’s untraceable to the rest of the cyber world because it is designed to make you all the ‘invisible men’. In looking at the records, the call was placed minutes before the assailant arrived.”
“So what are you saying?”
“The hit was done by someone in your crew.”
“How is that even possible? The killer had cut off body parts of Don Capparelli. Basically denouncing allegiance to the Balducci/Capparelli family. Who had enough rank to even get close to the fat fuck?”
“It has to be a made man who had higher ranking because he rolled in there and killed every soldier within close range. None of those soldiers even reached for their piece.”
“Okay, thanks, Lucas. If you find anything else call me.”
As I hung up and made my way back into the house, I tried to wrap my head around the reason why someone, other than me, would want to kill Don Capparelli. None of this made any sense, especially since the person made it clear that they denounced their ties with our family publicly. Stopping short at the staircase, I reached for my phone and dialed a number that I remembered all too well, Battista Kosowski.