by Posey Parks
I held my baby’s hand as we walked into the restaurant’s Tuscan atmosphere. The hostess quickly sat us at a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. Most couples sit across from each other, not us. We enjoy sitting next to each other. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Sierra. I took in the large black curls flowing around Sierra’s shoulders and down her back.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
DILLON
Sierra’s bright eyes took in the rustic Italian surroundings. “Dillon, it’s beautiful!”
I extended my arm behind Sierra, resting it along the top of booth. My eyebrows raised over my aviators. “Baby, you’re beautiful.” I smiled, rubbing my hand over my beard.
She blushed, sliding my sunglasses off my face, slipping them into my inner jacket pocket. Sierra’s eyes made contact with the black Glock resting in my shoulder holster. Her eyes filled with sadness. She turned her attention to the menu. I wrapped my free hand around her stomach, leaning into her ear. “Baby, you’ll get used to it.”
“I doubt it, Dillon. I know I sound like a broken record, but I can’t lose you.”
My lips made contact with her flower fragrant neck. “I understand, baby.”
What else could I say? I needed to tread lightly.
I glanced down at the menu then up at the waitress who approached the table. Sierra and I ordered our meals.
The waitress returned with water, bread, and an expensive bottle of red wine. I sipped a glass of wine, while my fingers caressed my woman’s shoulders. She was extremely quiet.
“Baby, what’s on your mind?”
“There’s so much to be done, Dillon. What happens to our companies in Portland?”
“Kyle will run our construction company. I will hire a number two to handle the day to day operations. I will expand our company here in New Jersey. You will do the same. I know you enjoy following up with your team from time to time. I don’t want to take that away from you.”
She glanced at me, smiling. “Thank you.”
“Ok next topic.”
“Where will our children attend school?”
“They will go to the same school my sister attends.”
“As much as I love your family’s elaborate home, I love having our own space.”
“All right, Monday we can look at a few houses in my parent’s neighborhood. I prefer for us to live close.”
Her eyebrows wrinkled. “I love your mother, but I despise your father! Right now, we live in his house until we find our own home. On top of everything, you are telling me we have to live in the same neighborhood. This is a little much.” Sierra folded her arms yet smiled as the waitress reappeared.
“Here are your meals,” she stated placing our plates before us.
“Is there anything else I can get for either of you?” she smiled.
“No, thank you.” Sierra grinned.
Sierra began eating her dinner, not saying a word to me.
I removed her fork from her hand, sitting it on the side of her plate. “Look at me.”
Her cold gray eyes stared blankly into mine. “Ever since you saw the gun a second time this evening, you’ve gotten quiet.”
“I don’t like this part of our life. I’m homesick. And I’m not thrilled about moving to New Jersey either.”
I sighed. “What do you want to do?”
She retrieved her fork. “All I can do is learn to live with it. I don’t want to live in the same neighborhood as your family. Can we please look somewhere else?”
I had to compromise. She was already giving up everything she loved for me. “Yes, we can do that.”
She planted her matte ruby red lips on my cheek.
“How do you feel about the party tomorrow?”
Her smile was bright. “I’m excited. It would be a welcome change.”
I stuffed a slice of Veal Ossobuco into my mouth. “Man, that is good! Sorry, baby, this is the best veal I’ve ever tasted.”
The steak knife and fork easily slid through the center cut veal. I slid a sliver of meat into Sierra’s mouth.
“Yes, that is good! You can bring this to me all throughout my pregnancy.”
“I sure will.”
“You know I enjoy calling you Dillon not just behind closed doors, and no more brown contact lens. Yes!”
We both laughed.
“Oh my God! It really is you!”
Our eyes turned in the direction of the voice.
I snapped my fingers. “Hello…Maranda, right?” I smirked.
“Yes!” Her shoulder length black hair shook against her slender shoulders. “It’s in all the newspapers that you are back from the dead.”
I nodded. “Maranda, I would like you to meet my fiancée Sierra.”
I know it’s not fair, but I don’t like introducing her as Sierra Crawford. Selfish, right?
“It’s nice to meet you,” Sierra stated.
Maranda gave Sierra the once over, then her flirtatious eyes stared at me. “Everyone was distraught when we learned you died. Especially, me. I was your girlfriend, for heaven’s sake.”
I clenched my fist on the table top. “Maranda, you weren’t my girlfriend.”
She fiddled with her fingertips. “But we were together almost every day, though.”
“Well, Maranda, that was fourteen years ago. I’ve moved on with my life.”
She smiled. “But we had a lot of fun together, didn’t we?” She winked, placing her hands on her petite hips.
Sierra shot out of her chair. “He’s being nice to you. I don’t give a fuck what y’all shared years ago! I believe you thought you were just going to hook up with him again to make up for lost time…” Sierra shook her head, waving her finger.
“Well, I got news for you. When you see my man, don’t stop and speak, keep on your merry way. He doesn’t want shit to do with you!”
I sat back, watching my woman handle the situation. My woman wasn’t interested in anything else Maranda had to say.
Maranda’s narrow nose whirled up in the air, then she turned her blue eyes back to me. “She seems a little violent, you can do better.” Maranda leaned over the table in her tiny red dress, giving me a face full of cleavage. “I’ll see you around.”
Sierra stepped away from her seat. I jumped up, pulling her back. “Sweetheart, it’s not worth it! I will handle it.”
Sierra tried freeing herself from my grip. “I will wipe the floor with this bitch!”
“Oh, please honey, your man will be in my bed before the week is out.”
Yeah, I fucked Maranda in high school, that was all. I meant it when I said she wasn’t my woman. I wasn’t into her like that.
Customers whispered and pointed toward our table. Sierra charged at her again. “Baby, have a seat. I will handle it.”
Sierra finally backed down. Stepping away from the table, I approached Maranda. I didn’t dare touch her. I didn’t need people reporting fake news. “Maranda, Sierra is the one and only woman in my life!” I waved my finger between us, glaring into her eyes.
“Whatever we had back then is long gone! I don’t want to see you again,” I huffed.
Her eyes roamed my tall frame. “Fourteen years sure looks good on you.” She licked her lips.
“You’re buff like a body builder. And that sexy brooding face has aged in the best way.”
She stepped closer. “I won’t stop until you’re in my bed again,” she whispered.
My anger shot through my body. “Now that’s enough!” I waved my hands between us.
“I wasn’t interested in you then, and I’m damn sure not interested in you now!” I spewed.
My face contoured. “I don’t want to see you again.”
She laughed, then strutted away.
I returned to the table, sitting next to Sierra. Her chest heaved in and out. My hand massaged her stomach. “Baby, you have to calm down.”
She turned her head to the side, sh
aking her finger. “I told you this would happen and that was just the beginning. Not only are you fine as fuck, you’re the boss. Double trouble. I would settle for an average looking guy right about now. He and I could have a quiet dinner.”
“Sierra, you know I’m not interested in other women.”
From now on my men will guard us inside as well. No, one gets close to us again.
Leaning in, the tip of my nose brushed her earlobe. “When we get back to the house, I’m going to stroke my tongue up and down your delicious little pussy. I won’t stop eating your pussy until you cum at least three times.”
Slowly, my eyes met her heather gray eyes. She rubbed her fingers across her collarbone. I laughed.
“Someone is hot and bothered.”
“Dillon, what did you expect would happen? I want you now.” Her eyes were steady on my lips as her fingers grazed my beard. Slowly, our lips met. Pulling back a bit, she glanced into my eyes. “I’m ready to leave.”
I can’t wait to plant my face in my woman’s cleavage. Sierra is a bad ass beautiful woman. The type of beautiful woman who knows she’s beautiful but doesn’t flaunt it or use it to her advantage. Her nose isn’t so far up in the air, she doesn’t see you. Her humble spirit is what drew me to her that day in the grocery store. Now that I’m the Don, Sierra will have to show her teeth, much like she did tonight with Maranda.
Pleasing Sierra is my first priority. I long to keep this strong woman happy. The one woman who loves me for what’s in my heart, besides my mother.
Sierra doesn’t give a shit about my money. All she wants is my love and my time. She was betrayed by a man who had tons of money to keep her quiet and busy so she wouldn’t ask him questions about what he was doing behind her back. Sierra didn’t look for trouble in her marriage, it found her. Women can be crafty, like the one who came here this evening stirring the fucking pot. The women in Jeremy’s life wanted desperately to be Sierra, so they sabotaged her marriage. Maranda also wants what Sierra has. The big fucking difference is, I ain’t giving it. I’m not interested in Maranda sucking my dick, fucking her, let alone her being in my presence.
Clearly, I am a handsome man. I could get women easily before, but hell being the Don gives me a whole new level of power. Women would sell their souls to be in the presence of a powerful man. Translation: women would perform treacherous acts to get what they want. If the power-hungry women don’t heed my warning, they will meet my aunt Catriona, who will provide their untimely demise. It’s not my goal to kill a woman who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. However, constantly, blatantly disrespecting my woman could end their lives.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
SIERRA
If Dillon didn’t hold the key to my heart, I would walk away from our new life. Dillon is built different. Yes, he could lie and cheat like so many other men, but that isn’t what he desires. Dillon was honest and faithful to his wife, but she didn’t reciprocate. All Dillon wants is a woman who loves and respects him unconditionally.
Dillon is still deeply affected by Lindsay’s cheating ways. Sometimes it makes me wonder if he will ever let that shit go. Gazing out the side mirror of the Rolls Royce Wraith, my view is consumed by the headlights of the two Suburban’s following us closely down the highway. I sighed. Pressing my head into the custom head rest, I glance over at Dillon who was humming along to one of his favorite country tunes.
“Dillon, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, baby. What’s on your mind?”
“Earlier, you became so angry while explaining why you are divorced. How can you move forward with me if her despicable acts still haunt you? I hope my actions show you I wouldn’t ever do that to you. I respect you too much.”
Dillon whipped the car across four lanes. My fingers clutched the sides of the plush leather seats. “Dillon! What the fuck?”
He came to a screeching halt on the shoulder of the highway. Throwing the car in park, he tore his sexy green sunglasses off his face. He turned, hovering over me. Dillon’s hand flew over his face, pinching his eyes. Immediately, his cell began ringing. Quickly, he answered.
“Yeah, yeah! Everything is fine. Give me a minute.” Dillon disconnected the call.
I never took my eyes off him. My heart began racing.
“Sierra, do I scare you?”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“You’re on alert. And I hate the look in your eye. I’m the same man you first met.”
“No, you’re not Dillon. You have turned into the man you were meant to be years ago. Not sure if this life is meant for me. I was raised to uphold the law, now I’m on the wrong side of the law.”
I ran my hands over my cheeks. “Jeremy could ask my dad for my hand in marriage, but you can’t.”
My right eye closed as I pressed my fingers close together. “A little piece of me still wanted you to ask him. If you were Jeff Westbrook, you could ask him and my father would have given us his blessing. There’s no way in hell he would even talk to Dillon Magarelli. It was made abundantly clear the other day when I informed my father we were getting married. I’ve been carrying that hurt around. However, my father doesn’t run my life.” I ran my hands along my arms, staring out the window.
“If your father had been anyone else, I could have asked. But he knows my father, well. I am sorry my new position brings you added grief. Sierra, I’m also sorry I have hung on to the hurt Lindsay caused.”
“Dillon, I’ll give you time, but you need to let that disgusting hurt go.” I faced him, running my soft hands along his bearded face.
“In your eyes, I feel like I’m the only woman who exists. I love that about you. I know I’m enough for you. I know who you are in your heart. I won’t let my father take that away from us. I want you to know that even though Jeremy tried to destroy my ability to trust other men, I trust you with all my heart. Dillon, you are more than enough for me. Don’t let Lindsay hang her negativity over our relationship.” Dillon’s sad gaze held mine. He pulled me into his arms.
“I love you. Thank you, for trusting me.” Dillon inched back. His soft warm eyes stared into mine. “Thank you, for being the perfect woman for me.”
I pressed my lips against Dillon’s. “Anytime, baby.” I grinned.
Dillon was all smiles when he reclined back into his seat, checking his mirrors before dipping back into traffic.
“We need to discuss business, Sierra.”
My eyebrows rose. “O...k…”
“You mentioned my being on the wrong side of the law. I trust you, Sierra, therefore I’m going to tell you everything about my business. First, I need to clear the air about what happened at dinner. Last night, you mentioned how women will make themselves known. You were right. I didn’t think they would be so bold in front of you.” He exhaled.
“If a woman approaches me again and doesn’t respect you… I can have my aunt handle the problem. Once you are my wife, you will become the new Donna. My mother doesn’t get her hands dirty. My father informed me yesterday, my mother didn’t know he was the boss until after I died. The truth is she learned the night we planned my death. Anthony let it slip. My father said she only handles simple issues like if a made man spends too much time with his goomah.” Dillon glanced over at me every now and then reading my face.
“My mother would sit down with my father and explain the situation. He would then manage the concern. As my mother stated earlier she wanted my father, but not the life. I asked my dad how he handled the women who came on too strong. He said he hired a woman solider Adriana, to take care of the problems.”
“I’m asking do you want to be a hands on Donna, or hands off?”
Leaning my arm against the window seal, my finger rested between my teeth.
“Baby, you can think about it.”
My face contorted as my eyes shot in his direction. “Dillon, I just told you I didn’t want this life, and you ask me this question any
way,” I huffed.
“Yes. Baby, you may not have wanted this life, but here we are. We can’t escape it. If it makes you feel any better, I told my grandfather in five years my reign is over and Dominic will take over.”
I sighed. “Why can’t he be the Don now?”
“Because I was chosen. My grandfather was hell bent on me being the Don now. This is what I was trained to do before I so-called died.”
I glanced out the window again. “I will take on my own responsibility as the new Donna. Don’t bother your aunt. Sydney told me she’s technically retired. Adriana will work for me.” Slyly, my eyes cut over to Dillon.
A sexy smile curled his lips, and he repositioned his bulging dick.
“Dillon, does this turn you on?”
“Honestly? Fuck yeah, baby.” He winked.
Dillon grabbed my hand, rubbing it firmly against his cock. Who knew it was actually a turn on for me too? My man was hot because I agreed to be his kick ass wife. I’m riding that big ass dick the second we get into his bedroom. I noticed we were approaching the wrought iron gates surrounding his family’s mansion.
My lips planted against his cheek. “Dillon, are you going to make it upstairs?” I moaned.
“Baby, not if you keep purring like that.” Dillon threw the car in park beside the cream stone fountain. Water flowed through the figurine statues mouth. I felt her stone eyes watching us. Dillon wrapped his big hands around my neck, ravishing my lips and cleavage. He stopped suddenly.
“Sierra, we need to finish our business discussion.” My lips met the front of his neck.
“Later, Dillon.”
“Tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“Deal.”
SIERRA
I held Dillon’s hand, trailing behind him up the neutral brick walkway toward the granite colonial mansion perched above the other homes in the neighborhood. The decorative Led lamps lit our path toward the cherry wood double front doors. Once inside, Dillon’s eyes bounced from right to left around the low-lit atrium. Light peeked out from each step winding to the top. He cornered me beside the double doors.