Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin

by DJ Parker

  “Where is Andriano?” I asked as I slipped my fingers through her soft caressing hands. Her fingers were delicate like flower petals as I leaned down and kissed her inner palm.

  “He left again,” she moaned as her fingers she stroked my hair.

  “What do you mean he left again?” I asked, kissing her wrist and trailing my tongue up her forearm.

  “He packed up his clothes and told me to sign the divorce papers,” she said as her body quivered under my touch.

  Releasing her arm, I tossed it aside like it was trash in my hands. “I thought that we had a deal. You were supposed to keep him out here just long enough until I got back. What the hell Josephine? I only asked for one thing from you.”

  “I tried,” she screamed a painful tune as her petite body shrieked with hurt. “He told me to sign the divorce papers.”

  “Divorce papers?”

  “Yes, he had his lawyers serve me.”

  “Did he say where he was going?”

  “No, I’ve called and called. But he refused to accept my calls.

  “I’ll find out from Nicolai,” I assured her. But, first, I’ll check to see if he’s holed up in his loft. Maybe, I can lure him to come to the door so that Vallenti’s men and I can tussle him onto the ground. If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to arrange a plan to catch Andriano in an unmarked area. Maybe I can persuade Nicolai to help me lure him into a remote area. Shit, I’ll have a hard time convincing Nicolai when it concerns Andriano. He remained protective over him like that was his actual brother.

  Looking down at my watch, I shifted in my seat as my sudden bliss eased away. I only have three days to pull this off before Vallenti withdrew his men from my plot.

  “Did you ask his assistant where he is?” I asked after a moment of silence filled our reunion.

  “I’ve been over there every day since I received the papers. He insists that he doesn’t know anything about Andriano’s whereabouts,” Josephine said in a choppy voice.

  “Vin, I want to work on my marriage. Andriano is the Don in this family, and I can’t just walk away from him just because he’s in a confused state right now. I just have to give him some space to cool down.”

  “And what about me? What about us?” I asked as the base of my voice built itself up with rage.

  Nestling her body into my opened arms, Victoria nonchalantly said, “We can still continue with what we have. We can keep it like this.” Anger boiled under my skin, forming air pocket of bubbles that only I can see. Each time that she spoke, a bubble popped, and I was feeling myself get to the point of putting my hands on her.

  Shoving Josephine’s body away from me, I reached for my phone and attempted to dial Andriano’s number. The line did not ring, rather, a non-answering machine service blared out a recorded message that the person needed to set up an answering machine. Where is this fucker? I questioned as I thought back on the areas that Andriano would most likely be. Ignoring her soft whimper, I shifted in my seat with an edge of revenge gnawing at my shoulders. I still have to prove to Josephine that I’m the better man. How could she remain stuck on this motherfucker when he clearly showed no interest in her?

  Pulling out my main cell phone, I pressed on the power button for a few seconds until the light appeared on the screen. After a few seconds passed of loading and updating the time and location to New York, a series of text messages flooded my mailbox with a few voicemails from Nicolai. His last text message read in bold letters to contact him immediately. What the hell does this man want now?

  Pressing on his contact, my thumb went back and forth on between the text and phone logos. Should I text or call him?

  Deciding, I released a deep breath and inserted the headphone earpiece into my ear.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” Nicolai immediately asked when he answered. “You missed two pick-ups yesterday.

  “I was out of town.”

  “Out of town? Where?”

  “Miami.”

  “And you wonder why Andriano is skeptical about giving you more responsibilities. You clearly can’t handle shit.

  “I don’t give a fuck what that piece shit thinks. I could run all of the businesses and bring in more money than that simple minded jackass.”

  “You know what Vin? Your mouth is going to get you in a whole lot of trouble if you don’t start thinking clearly.”

  “You always stick up for that motherfucker. I’m your brother, not him. Instead, you forget that shit. You rather run behind his ass like his little bitch.”

  “I hear you, Vincenzo. Loud and clear.”

  ~****~

  Andriano

  Feeling her little body stir in her sleep, the sound of a child’s fussing coos woke me out of my sleep. Both my eyes shot open as I looked down at Acelia who was shaking in her sleep. Gently removing my arms from under Jasmine and Olivia, I held onto her small body as I rubbed her back in circular motions. Whispering in Italian to her, I dropped light kisses over her head and tried to ease her fears with soothing words that my nonna used to tell me when I was her age.

  “Angioletto, basta seguire la mia voce (Little angel, just follow my voice),” I repeated until her shivers subsided.

  Looking over on each of my sides, my heart nearly skipped a beat as I watched Olivia nestle her body close to me while Jasmine’s leg looped over my thigh. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would enjoy working on art projects and playing with toys with kids, much less my own kids. The more time I spent with my daughters, the more I realized just how crucial it was to part ways with La Cosa Nostra. The rush that I once felt from the power that I held did not come close the immense emotions that came with being a father. I spent most of the day doing everything that they wanted to do.

  As I watched them add their artwork into a box for their great-grandmother, I asked each of the girls what they liked. I couldn’t believe that I was actually having conversations about colors and princesses. While they ate their lunch, I researched interior designers. I wanted the girls to each have their own bedroom, detailed with everything that represented their personalities.

  After observing each of them, I could tell that Acelia was the most diffident out of all of my daughters. I sensed her introverted demeanor the first time that I saw her. Somehow, her movements spoke volumes even though she rarely spoke to me. Nicknaming her tesoro (treasure), Acelia would just smile when I would call her that. Jasmine was more outspoken than her sisters. My bella stella (beautiful star), surely lived up to the nickname that I coined for her. Her personality was as loud as her energy, as she was beaming with confidence. Olivia’s personality was more inquisitive, driven with need to understand everything. I truly appreciated that she questioned everything, making her a leader. She’s my testa (head).

  Cradling Acelia in my arms, I stood to my feet and placed her on her bed. Feeling my cell phone vibrating against my thigh, I looked down at the screen and answered Battista’s call immediately. “Battista.”

  “The next hit is on you.”

  “Who’s the family?”

  “La tua famiglia.” (Your family.) “You have a snake.”

  “I’ll be cutting the grass and the snake’s head.

  “Sto venendo a New York.” (I’m coming to New York.)

  “Stay in Italy. I will handle this.

  “Tu sei il mioamiglia.” (You are my family.)

  ~****~

  Walking into the kitchen, my dick hardened at the sight of Simone’s transformation. Her hair was cut short, but it added to her sexiness. Wanting to take her body right on the kitchen counter, my eyes sized her body up and down. She stood on her tippy-toes as she reached for something in the cabinet. Making my way to stand behind her, I pressed my need in the small of her back as my fingers traced along her arms and hands. Inhaling the scent of her hair, my other hand clasped her waist as I leaned into her. Her breathing changed as she struggled to breathe in the lustful air that encircled us. Rubbing my hand across her midsect
ion, I dropped a kiss on her shoulder and felt her body tremble.

  “Seriously?”

  Simone quickly tried to remove her body from my grasp to face Victoria’s glaring eyes. She eventually gave up the fight when she realized that there was no escaping my reach.

  “Victoria, I can explain,” Simone began.

  “Explain what?” I asked harshly, turning to face Victoria.

  Flushed with a reddish hue, Victoria shouted, “Simone, he murdered my father.”

  “Your father knew what was coming to him. He was warned,” I said through clenched teeth. Simone gasped at my forwardness as she moved closer to Victoria.

  “And now, I'm warning you. You’ll get what is coming to you. I'll make sure of it,” Victoria warned as tears stung her eyes before running out of the kitchen.

  Glaring back at me with a look of horror splayed out on her face, Simone just shook her head and left the kitchen. Going after her, my fingers grappled her arm to stop her from going any further.

  SLAP

  A cold, hard, and crisp slap came across my face. Feeling my skin boil with tension, I continued to hold onto Simone with a firmness that applied pressure but no pain. As she attempted to free herself from my grip, I grabbed Simone’s other arm and watched her squirm for freedom.

  “Get off of me,” she said in a low, calm voice.

  “No, you need to understand that there is more to the story than what you and Victoria think that you know about that fucking rat,” I attempted to explain.

  “You are a fucking murderer,” she hissed.

  “You don't know that man like how I know him,” I began. Simone continued to twist and turn, fighting my grip. Finally releasing her, Simone backed away. Refusing to even look at me, Simone walked away while I sunk deeper into a heap of madness. .

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Vincenzo

  Don Vallenti told me that I have four days to make this happen, but nobody knew where Andriano was. Not even his right-hand man, Nicolai, knew where he was. I only had this one time to make this plan happen. After convincing Don Vallenti that I would allow him to have full control of all Italian turfs and ports in Italy, he finally agreed to help me assassinate Andriano. Supplying men, we only had a small window of time to make this happen. And this fucking bitch had messed it up.

  While Josephine continued to talk about meaningless shit, I was too busy stressing over how to lure Andriano out of hiding without drawing attention to myself. Looking at Josephine again, I knew the perfect plan. Grabbing my cell phone, I sent a quick text to the men who followed in a cab behind us. Change of plan…

  “I need to stop by my spot first,” I said before giving the driver the address to my apartment in Brooklyn.

  “You got it boss,” said the driver in front as he merged onto the traffic of the Belt Parkway.

  Once he pulled up in front of my building, I quickly jumped out of the car and ran up the stairs to my apartment. I had a specific time frame to make sure that this plan didn’t fall through. Grabbing everything that I needed, I rushed out the front door and raced down the stairs.

  Hopping back into the car, I held onto a duffle bag and had my piece tucked behind my back.

  “I have to pick up something from Queens. Then, I promise we’ll do whatever you like,” I said to Josephine as her mouth pouted.

  Giving the driver an unmarked location to an alley behind a mini-plaza that was known to have phony camera’s set up to deter activities in the back, I rubbed my hand over my Glock.

  “You can stop right here,” I told the driver as he shifted the gear to park.

  “What time are they coming? I made reservations for us at the—”

  POP!

  “What are you doing Vincenzo?” Josephine screamed as she slammed her body into the door.

  “Doing what you should’ve done. I’m getting Andriano right where I want him,” I said as I pointed the gun at her head. Tears poured out of her eyes like a waterfall as she pleaded for her life.

  POP!

  Josephine’s body slouched sideways as her eyes remained open. Unzipping the duffle bag, I pulled out a pair of latex gloves and put them on. Reaching for Josephine’s purse, I raided through the designer bag until I found her cell phone. Just as I did, it began to ring.

  Answering on the first ring, I told one of Vallenti’s men that I would meet them at the corner in five minutes. Slipping my cell phone back into my pocket, I pulled out wipes and a bottle of bleach. Wiping her fingertips, her lips, and the place that I sat in the car, I took one final glance back at Josephine and her driver. Placing my latex gloves inside of the duffle bag, I smiled with satisfaction that I would still be able to pull this plan off. Walking away from the scene, I made my way to the cab that had Vallenti’s men in it.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight-

  Simone

  Waking up to the feel of fingertips grazing against my skin in a feathery motion, my eyes shot open only to be hypnotized by the pair of startling grey eyes that focused intently on me. Leaning forward, Andriano paused as if waiting for my consent to go further. My eyes must have given him the approval that he was searching for because he placed a soft kiss against my lips. This kiss felt like he was saying farewell as he applied just the amount of pressure while sustaining a level of gentleness. His finger ran through my tresses, massaging my scalp as he gently deepened the kiss. As our lips made love, his fingers communicated with my body.

  Introducing my body into another altitude of ecstasy, Andriano’s lips brushed light kisses over my shoulders and chest. Marking his presence all over my skin, Andriano made it undeniably clear that he still knew my body inside and out as streaks of shivers corrupted my spine. Lifting my body up under the command of his lips, Andriano ripped the sheer nightie down the middle before cupping my breast. Flicking his tongue over the hardened pebble, Andriano’s fingers gently seared through my skin while trailing downward. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt him brush his fingers over the sodden thong, drenched with wetness that only Andriano could squeeze out of me.

  “I will always love you,” Andriano said as his fingers snatched the thong off of my body. Tossing the material to the other side of the room, Andriano’s fingers recouped my aching sex. “This will always be mine,” he proclaimed as his arms gripped the corners of my thighs. Swiftly switching positions, Andriano situated my body to be in a sitting position over his face. The stubbed part of his five o’clock shadow tickled the inner parts of my thighs as his hand palmed my ass with great appreciation. Gripping each rump, Andriano began to move my pussy on and off of his tongue, barely giving me any chance to recover. Moving his hand to my waist, I grabbed the headboard as I felt his strokes become more drawn out.

  “Andri—an-an-no,” I moaned out as I felt his teeth sink into my pussy lip. Riding his face faster, I brought myself into an earth-shattering orgasm all at the expense of Andriano’s mouth. Even after I came down from my sexual high, I smeared my sticky sap all over his face as his ravening tongue did everything to catch up to my rotating hips.

  Finally releasing his grip on my thighs, Andriano shifted his body to be in between my legs as my pussy moistened his chest with the dewy nectar of my release. Feeling his body press hard into me, I felt every inch of his hardness calling out to my sex to make more wetness for him. Accommodating his need, a fresh pool of slushing love juices was ready to coat his cock.

  Andriano’s piercing grey eyes cut through the guard that I had up for him, causing my heart to face the unquestionable truth. Without warning, Andriano slid his cock into my awaiting hole with a smooth thrust that sent me jerking away from him. Capturing my lips again, Andriano hoisted his tongue against my tongue as if trying to get a fill of everything that I had to offer him. His gentle grip tugged at the sides of my hair as his cock left no part of my pussy unclaimed.

  “Uhh, give it to me. Harder! Harder!” I moaned as I met each of his ghastly thrusts like he was the kiss of death. Sinking my nails into his back, I cl
awed at his passionate rage as his skin sweltered beneath my fingertips. Feeling his teeth sink into my shoulder, I released another passionate cry as Andriano continued to take my body to the highest peak.

  “Sei tutto per me, bella mia (You are everything to me, bella mia),” he groaned out as he held onto the headboard and drove his cock into me without holding back.

  “Just like that—OHHHH FUCKK!” Feeling the end lurking near, I welcomed every shutter that started to run violently through me. His fingertips sunk into my skin as he pounded his whole weight against my body. Tugging on my earlobe, Andriano slammed his dick against my walls one final time as his groan echoed throughout the room. His seed shot through my core as I cried out his name in ecstasy.

  Remaining inside, Andriano continued to stare at me as he poured his love into my womb. “I love you, Andriano,” I admitted.

  Breaking away from his stare, my eyes clamped together as my mind made peace with my body. Even the feel of his lips pressed against mine, could not wake my exhausted body. I could hear everything, from his heart beating slowly to the change of his breathing to his final statement, “Mi dispiace che devo lasciare di nuovo.” (I’m sorry that I have to leave you again).

  ~****~

  The sound of the alarm blaring shook me out of my sleep as my fingers searched endlessly for the snooze button. My body was sore from all of the lovemaking that Andriano and I made. Turning my head to the side, I half-expected Andriano to be lying in bed next to me. Instead, my eyes dropped down to the letter that was laid in his place. Grabbing the letter, I shifted my body up into a sitting position before I skimmed over the letter.

  Bella Mia,

  Today I should’ve been here for you because I know much your grandmother meant to you and our daughters. In reading all of the entries that you wrote while you were pregnant, I knew that I had cut you deeply. I knew that it left you in a state of where you no longer believed that I loved you.