Hidden Witness 2: A Mafia Romance

by Posey Parks

  “Dillon, what happened to the men who were following us?"

  He licked the side of my neck. “They dropped off at the front gate. There are other men who walk the court yard. We are guarded at all times.” His head popped up, and those devilish eyes roamed my lips.

  “Those pretty lips have work to do. I told you two weeks ago, I was going to fuck your mouth.”

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wet for my bad boy mob boss fiancé. I plan to fuck his brains out for the second time today.

  I smiled brightly. “Yes, you did. I am ready.”

  Dillon’s big hands swatted my ass. “Sss, Dillon!” My ass pulsated.

  Massaging his large biceps, my head dropped against Dillon’s shoulder. “Baby, if you don’t plan on taking me in this grand atrium, let’s go upstairs.”

  Dillon twirled me around, pulling me into his embrace. He circled his dick against my ass. The crystal chandelier’s bright glare suddenly filled the atrium.

  “Hello, Dillon and Sierra.” Sergio, stepped out of the gold sitting room into view. He was dressed down for a change. He wore a dark green polo shirt and dark denim jeans. Brown leather slippers carried his feet toward us.

  “Hey Dad!”

  “How was dinner?”

  “It was fine,” Dillon sighed.

  Great, does Dillon tell him everything we do? My angry eyes burned into Sergio. I didn’t want to speak to him. Sergio glared at me, tapping his fingers on his cigar.

  I rolled my eyes. “Hello, Sergio.”

  Sergio stepped closer. His thick brow flattened, and his green eyes perked up. “Cheer up. You’re going to be my daughter-in-law.” The ends of his mouth curled upward, then he snickered.

  His smiling eyes turned to Dillon, pointing his cigar in my direction. “This one here, a killer and a spitfire.”

  “Dad, stop taunting her!”

  Pressing forward, I released myself from Dillon’s grip. “You’re just going to keep reminding me that you watched me kill Filippo?” I snarled.

  Like a vampire out for blood, he swooped in. “Yeah, I am!” he taunted.

  “I’m not saying you’re a born murderer, but you won’t allow someone to run all over you. That’s your dad all the way.” His eyes darkened.

  “Remember, I knew your father for many years. I know if he’s painted in a corner, he will behave the same way you did.”

  Tightening my fists at my sides, my eyebrows wrinkled. Learning how to be a gun-toting country girl was all in a little fun, or so I thought. But why did Daddy really teach me how to use a knife and shoot a variety of weapons? I chose to believe Daddy wanted me to be able to handle myself. No matter how much gun training I had, I didn’t feel comfortable walking into a dark house with my kids in the evenings. What was I supposed to do, charge through the house guns drawn? I didn’t even keep weapons in my house. I kept them in storage. Jeremy kept weapons in our home and I probably should have kept with tradition. Now we will live in another home where guns are prevalent. I will remind our children the importance of not playing with guns.

  “Nothing is wrong with being a survivor and defending yourself,” I huffed.

  “I’ll be sure to invite your father over on the big day. I’m sure he will be thrilled.” He took a long pull on his cigar.

  “You will do no such thing! He wants nothing to do with your family. Let it go, Sergio!”

  “Dad, seriously, that’s enough!” Dillon growled.

  Sergio snickered again. “Goodnight daughter. Goodnight, son.” He hummed as he strolled up the cream and gold marble staircase.

  I couldn’t let Sergio ruin me and Dillon’s night. Staring out over the gorgeous manicured courtyard, I massaged my sore neck. An hour ago, I laid on the king-sized bed, head flush against the mattress. Dillon sat on his knees over my chest, thrusting his long, fat cock down my throat. Dillon’s sweaty curls dangled along his forehead. His gray eyes turned darker as he watched me take all of his dick the faster he stroked.

  My fingers massaged his thick muscular thighs as I attempted to close my eyes.

  “Baby, look at me!” he growled.

  I squeezed his thighs as my eyes grew the size of saucers. My gag reflux was giving out. “I’m cumming, baby,” he grunted as his eyes squinted.

  Dillon stroked his dick, ensuring every ounce of his cum slipped down my throat. He sat next to me, back resting against the cherry wood headboard. Chest heaving. I jumped into his lap, staring into his steel gray eyes. My fingers ran through his wet hair, pulling his head into my chest. Dillon’s big, strong arms massaged my back.

  “I love you more than you know, Sierra.”

  A smile filled my face remembering his words. I sunk into the gray patio lounge chair. I slipped into Dillon’s green shirt before walking onto the stone balcony. My nose fell into the collar of his shirt, inhaling hints of bitter almond, a sweet creamy vanilla-laced lavender ice-cream scent, followed by a trace of smoky leather. It smells fucking fabulous.

  Dillon didn’t hold back eating my pussy. After I sucked his dick good, he laid me at the foot of the bed. His gorilla form slithered down my body. His hands held my legs open. Dillon’s tongue slipped around my wet core until my legs were shaking. His moaning and talking didn’t help, only forced my orgasm over the top. “This is the best pussy I ever ate. Umm, I think I will eat this goodness all night.” I tried to close my legs around his head, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  His eyes cut up at me. “Baby, enjoy the orgasms. I know I am.” He released a sneaky chuckle.

  My cum drizzled down his chin. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I did as I was told. My fingers gripped his hair, tugging just a bit, pushing his tongue deeper into my tight hole. Sitting in the warm air, my legs slammed shut just thinking about him eating me until I came over and over again. My fingers rubbed my throbbing pussy.

  “Baby.” Dillon broke into my thoughts as he slipped behind me, pulling me into his big, strong arms. He was only wearing navy boxers. He covered me with a white throw.

  “I think I was interrupting your play time,” he whispered, swiping my hand aside. He massaged my pussy while biting my neck.

  “What were you thinking about, Sierra?”

  “You eating my pussy. It was the best,” I moaned. My eye lashes lowered as my pussy danced under his large fingers. His lips and tongue circled my neck harder and harder.

  “You’re wet, baby. Turn around and ride this dick under the stars.”

  “Gladly.” My fingers threaded up the back of his hair, and my lips fell within the crook of his neck. I hooked my feet over his thighs. Dillon released his cock from his boxers, sliding inside me. His strong hands gripped my ass. Dillon thrust into my wet pussy, holding me still, fucking me good. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s given me today. Dillon was stroking the hell out of my G-spot. “Fuck! Dillon, I’m…cumming!” I murmured.

  “I love pleasing you Sierra,” Dillon whispered.

  My pussy muscles tightened around his dick, unleashing all my cream down his cock.

  I blinked, only seeing stars behind my eyelids, not the ones covering the dark sky. Dillon fucked me backed to sleep.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  FRANCINE

  Waking up to the morning light cascading through the sheer gold curtains across the hand-made blue paisley sheets on my massive king-sized bed, I sat up, resting my head against the plush dark cream upholstered headboard encased in detailed gold finishing’s. My eyes fell on the taupe drapes hanging on either side of our bed. The bed rest against the matching upholstered wall I recently had redesigned. The taupe walls blend well with the gold accents throughout. Glancing to my left, I noticed Sergio’s side of the bed was empty. He must have already started his day. He usually sleeps in on Saturdays, but I guess that has changed.

  Retrieving my navy robe, I shrug it over my shoulders as my feet carried me across the hardwood floors through the balcony doors. Clutching the
stone rails on the balcony, I smiled, then waved at the gardner mowing the lawn. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the freshly cut green grass.

  Two and half weeks ago, my life was good, much like it is now. However, today is the best day of my life. My son who I assisted in faking his death fourteen years ago is sleeping under our roof. I often dreamed he’d be able to come back to me. I knew that was naïve of me to think he could ever come back to his life, especially since I played a key role in his death.

  It wasn’t easy living with my family knowing I knew Dillon was alive. My big, strong husband cried in my arms many nights, because he missed his son.

  FLASHBACK

  My husband ordered our men to rush us to our safehouse. Living in the safehouse meant one thing: war. I couldn’t sleep that night. Sergio didn’t join us that night. Sergio arrived the following day. I ran into his arms the second he walked through the door. The fresh smell of woodsy bodywash was prevalent. “Sergio, what’s going on? Why are we at war?”

  His heavy hooded eyes stared into mine. He grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him into the study.

  “Have a seat, sweetheart.” Sergio sat close to me on the sofa, facing me.

  “Dillon is alive!”

  My mouth dropped open. “What! How could that be?!”

  I pretended to be in a state of shock. How could Dillon be alive, I thought. I had to be patient. I wasn’t sure if all would be revealed about our plot to fake Dillon’s and Anthony’s deaths.

  I exhaled, dropping my head on his shoulder. Tears of longing and relief flowed from my eyes. This horrible nightmare was over. My son was coming home.

  “Francine, Dillon was shot. I can’t go into detail now, but I will soon.”

  I was paralyzed in shock. “Where is he? Is Dillon ok.” I sat up retrieving tissues from the box on the oblong coffee table. Drying my eyes, I stared into Sergio’s.

  Sergio clutched my hands. “Dillon is fine.”

  I exhaled.

  “Dillon should be here…” He glanced at his watch. “In an hour. Our boy is alive, Francine!” he gasped.

  I felt like shit. My husband was relieved to get his son back. I was too. However, I only partially lost my son, because I always knew right where Dillon was. I did what any mother would have done to protect her son.

  Before Dillon arrived, I had a deep conversation with Alexandria. I wanted to answer as many questions as I could. She was in shock like everyone else. Only difference is she didn’t know Dillon; only of him.

  Looking into my son’s eyes when he arrived at the safehouse lifted the heavy weight off my heart. I got my baby back. He was instantly swallowed into the life. His grandfather made him the boss of the mafia. I was sickened. A part of me wished my son could have remained dead to keep from fulfilling his legacy.

  After the war was over, my husband sat me down again, explaining how Filippo learned Dillon was alive. I couldn’t believe Edward; Sergio’s business associate knew Dillon was alive and never mentioned it to my husband all these years. However, I was grateful.

  Tonight, I get to enjoy my family. The party is going to be the buzz of the Newark.

  “Mom,” I heard from behind.

  “Good morning, Alexandria.” Opening my arms, she fell against my bosom.

  “How are you doing, baby?” I kissed the top of her brown hair.

  “I’m fine.” She stepped back. “Do you think Dillon will make breakfast for me again?”

  I chuckled. My fingers rubbed her wavy mane.

  “Knock on his door and ask him.”

  Her green eyes twinkled. “Ok, I will!”

  “I will be down in a moment.”

  She smiled. “Ok.”

  Dillon wasn’t able to cook for Alexandria this morning. However, he did sit down and talk to her while she ate breakfast. Sierra didn’t join us for breakfast. Dillon said she was sleeping.

  Mid-morning, I met Sierra in the sitting room for our dress fitting. I welcomed her with a hug. “How do you feel this morning? Any morning sickness?”

  “Yes. One more month hopefully and the morning sickness will cease.”

  “I had morning sickness with Dillon for five months.”

  Her eyes widened. “I pray that doesn’t happen to me.”

  We laughed.

  “Mom! Mom!” Alexandria ran into the sitting room like her hair was on fire.

  “Yes, Alexandria.”

  “Can Melanie come over today!” Her eyes were wide with excitement.

  “This is a busy day. No time for entertaining.”

  She grabbed my arms. “You don’t understand. We need to create a special Musically together. I’ll finally have 100,000 followers! It will only take two hours. Please mom. Please,” she begged.

  My eyes shot over to Sierra. She placed her hand over her mouth chuckling.

  I sighed now staring at Alexandria. “Two hours tops.”

  “Yes!” Alexandria exclaimed.

  “Alexandria, before you run off, I would like to introduce you to Sierra, Dillon’s fiancée.”

  She smiled brightly extending her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Sierra.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Alexandria.” Sierra shook her hand. “Can you take a Snap with me? I would like to send it to the kids iPads. Type your phone number in my notepad then I can text you Lily’s Snapchat and Musically name.”

  “That would be great!” she gleamed.

  After their picture Alexandria darted out of the room.

  Sierra pecked away on her cell phone. “Have a seat, Sierra.” She placed her phone on the glass coffee table.

  Sierra’s smile dropped. She ran her hand along her arm. “I don’t know how to ask you this. I’m supposed to become the Donna. Dillon and I had a long talk this morning about my duties, as well as how the business works.”

  I sat on the white sofa, placing my hand over my forehead.

  “Are you, all right?”

  “Yes. I hate Dillon came back to this life. I’ve done so much to keep him safe, and now he’s the boss,” I whispered.

  Sierra pulled my hands into hers. “Thank you, for all you’ve done. You raised him well. He’s thoughtful, loving, and quite the family man.” Releasing my hands, she reached for the teapot, pouring us each a cup of orange tea.

  “We were a happy family, living our quiet life. Then it was turned upside down by Filippo.” Her eyes dropped in her lap. “I’m sorry.”

  “What’s wrong?” I ran my hand down her shoulder.

  “I’m partially happy he was able to come back to his life. Selfishly, I wanted him to myself. I miss our life in Portland. He ran a very successful construction company, which kept him busy. Now he’s the Boss of New Jersey. There’s a different air about him. I’m trying to be supportive and stand by his side, but it’s difficult. Now I’m going to be the Donna. What happened to one step at a time? I just found out I’m pregnant, now all the new changes follow. I wish I didn’t love him, then I could walk away.” Her hands slipped over her flat belly.

  “Sierra, I can understand your frustration. I didn’t want this life either, just the man.” My smile rose and fell.

  “However, he couldn’t leave this life. I refused to be the Donna he thought he needed. I couldn’t bring myself to kill anyone. Sergio asked me if I could lend an ear to the other wives. I agreed.”

  Sierra brushed her hands up and down her lap. The canary yellow dress made her honey brown skin glow.

  She turned to me. “I agreed to be the Donna Dillon needs.” She brushed a few long strands of black hair behind her ear.

  Her sad gray eyes met mine. “Sierra, I wish you would have talked to me first. You don’t have to do anything, you don’t want to.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Don’t I? Dillon is the boss, and I have to stand at his side.”

  I pulled her into my arms. Instantly, she sobbed into my shoulder. I felt terrible for her. “Sierra, you weren’t born into
this life, therefore you don’t have to be a part of the day to day dealings.”

  She pulled back, swiping the tears away. I grabbed the tissue box off the table, placing it before Sierra. She took a few, cleaning her face. The once beautiful day turned to gloom. This beautiful woman fell in love with one man, only to find out he was someone completely different, a born to the throne mobster.

  “Listen, Francine. There isn’t anything we can do. Your sons will be the Don’s of this family no matter what. Dillon said his Uncle Mick trained him from the age of fourteen to be the mob boss.”

  I clutched my chest due to her words. “I thought my husband trained him?”

  “Francine, as much as I despise your husband he tried to steer them away from this life.”

  My mouth dropped open. “I had no idea.”

  “Your father-in-law told Dillon’s uncle to train him. He said Sergio was trying to go against him.”

  I sat in a daze. I was happy my husband tried to go against his father. I was pissed my father-in-law would go behind our backs to steal our sons, brainwashing them, forcing them into this fucking mafia life. I grabbed two tissues, wiping the tears away from my cheeks.

  “Francine, I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

  I offered a weak smile, rubbing Sierra’s hand. “It’s ok.” My eyebrows wrinkled. “You said you don’t care for Sergio, why?”

  “He and my father were once friends. He tried helping Sergio out of the life leading him into politics. When I was a teenager my father informed me why I needed to seek justice and watch out for criminals like Sergio Magarelli. I didn’t become an attorney like my father wanted. I enjoy working for myself. I told my father I was marrying Dillon, he told me don’t bring him to his house. He doesn’t want to meet him. I’ve gone against my father.” Her gray eyes peered out the window.