Hidden Witness 2: A Mafia Romance

by Posey Parks

  I was good at fucking my wife into forgiving me for coming home late from work or having to go out of town on last-minute business trips. Francine could have accused me of fucking other women, but she never did. Truthfully, I never gave my wife reason to think otherwise. I was only fucking her. Of course, women tried, but I didn’t give a fuck about them, only Francine.

  She turned in my arms. “Sergio, I know you are in the mafia. As much as I didn’t want you to be the boss in the back of my mind, I knew it could happen one day.” Her brown eyes squeezed together. “I’m your wife and the mother of your children, the least you could do is be honest with me.”

  Gripping her face, my lips fell upon hers. One of my large hands slid down her curves, squeezing her ass. She moaned as her body attempted to submit. She pressed her hands against my chest.

  “No!” she yelled. “Let me go. You won’t be fucking me tonight!”

  I dropped my burly arms at my sides. “I apologize, Francine, for not being forth coming.”

  Tears streamed down her face. “Get out, Sergio!”

  My eyebrows bunched together. “We just buried our son, and now you pull this shit!” I roared.

  She pointed her finger in my face. “Get the fuck out, Sergio!” I allowed her to push me toward the door.

  I gave up. I hated to see her hurting any more than she already was. I don’t know who told her I was the boss, but I wanted to fuck them up. Willingly, I left our bedroom.

  A week later, I weaseled my way back into our bed. Wrapping my arms around her waist, my teeth clenched her neck. I felt her body quake against my brooding frame. Francine was only going to last so long. Pregnancy kept her horny.

  “I’m sorry, Francine.” My large fingers slipped into her wet pussy. Her pussy stroked my fingers good.

  I grabbed her face, forcing her eyes to meet my sincere ones. “I will do better, baby. I won’t leave you in the dark again. Ok.”

  She nodded as tears slipped down the side of her face. Francine rolled me on my back, straddling me. After flicking on the lamp, my eyes marveled in her beauty. “I love you, Francine, more than anything.” I held her brown mane out of her face. I pulled her lips into mine.

  Francine stroked my dick, easing her pussy up and down my shaft.

  “Fuck baby, I love being inside you.” My hands massaged her breast as she rode the fuck out of my dick. I tugged her brown hair while my mouth overflowed with her breast.

  “Sergio, you feel so good,” Francine moaned.

  “Give it to me harder!”

  “Yeah, you want it harder!”

  I flipped her over on all fours, holding a hand full of her hair, slamming into my pussy. Yeah, that’s right she’s only ever had one dick, mine! Brings a smile to my face every time I make love to her. I had too many bitches to keep track of before Francine. I made the right decision to wife her. This is the best pussy I ever had and the only pussy I desire.

  “Sergio, don’t stop!” Her body shook.

  “I won’t stop, baby!” I yelled as my cum shot inside her. I pulled her back into my arms.

  “I love you, Francine.” Dropping against the plush king-size bed, she slipped into my arms.

  I wiped the sweat from my brow. I propped a pillow behind my head. Our hearts beat together. Francine is my life. I don’t know what I would do without her. Francine rested her chin on my chest, running her fingers through my sweaty brown hair.

  “You’re my world, Sergio.” She smiled.

  My face lit up. I loved when she recited those words.

  PRESENT

  Snapping my fingers in the air alerted one of the hostesses. She rushed over. “Governor, what can I get for you?”

  “Another cigar and a glass of whiskey.”

  The young blonde woman smiled flirtatiously. “Right away, sir.”

  I’m aware when a woman is flirting. I’ve learned to pay attention. When I was first elected into office as mayor, women did damn near anything to ride my dick. One woman sat butt ass naked, porcelain legs spread open as I walked into my office with one of my constituents. I had her removed from my office. He of course, told me I was crazy for having her removed from my office. He told me we could have rescheduled our meetings. I stared him square in his eyes. “You find her and sleep with her. I want nothing to do with it!” I was hot that day.

  I tore my secretary a new asshole. I told her it better not happen again, or she would be fired. The most desperate woman to date was hired to work on the cleaning staff at the Capitol building. She removed her uniform, stashed it in my private bathroom, then hid under my desk wearing a pink teddy. Imagine my surprise when I sat at my desk. Her green eyes peered from underneath the desk, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped back in my chair. That didn’t stop her. She crawled on her hands and knees toward me until she reached my lap.

  “I’ve waited all night to suck your cock.” The tan bronzer she obviously just sprayed on her skin rubbed off on my slacks.

  My eyes flashed red. My hand wrapped around her neck as I stood, her feet dangled in the air.

  “You came into my office looking to fuck me?! The Governor, Sergio Magarelli?! You picked the wrong one.” I dropped her to the floor like a sack of rocks.

  “Ouch!” she yelled.

  “Shut the fuck up and don’t fucking move!” Reaching into my top desk drawer, I retrieved my Glock, pressing it against her head.

  “Governor! May I come in?” my secretary asked.

  I glanced at the door, then back at the half-naked woman. “Back under the fucking desk.”

  “Just one moment!” I yelled.

  I stared at the woman. “If you know who I really am, you know what I am capable of. Now back under the fucking desk.”

  She dragged her shaking slender frame under the desk.

  Stepping from behind the desk, I slipped the Glock in my waistband against the small of my back, under my black suit jacket. “Come in, Susan.”

  She rushed in the door, taking in the room. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. The cleaning lady left her cart in my office. I almost broke my foot tripping over it.”

  “I’ll remove it, sir.”

  I smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I called the service. They assured me someone will be up soon to retrieve it.”

  Her eyebrows wrinkled, then her lips turned upward. “I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”

  “Thank you, Susan.” I closed the door behind her.

  Quickly, I called my clean up woman to dispose of the issue.

  My father’s voice shook me out of my thoughts. “You don’t agree with my decision, I take it?”

  My eyebrows scrunched together then leveled out. “Apparently, it doesn’t matter what I think,” I replied, glaring into my father’s eyes across the table.

  “It’s clear, Dillon or Dominic.” I poked my chest. “My heirs would reign,” I barked in a loud whisper over the music.

  My father ran his hand along his gray beard. His angry green eyes grew dark. “Don’t you take that tone with me!” he scuffed.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I smiled. The hostess returned.

  “Governor, here are your refreshments.” She placed the drink and napkin on the table before me.

  She leaned in, exposing her cleavage. “Would you like me to light your cigar?” she winked, licking her lips.

  My father turned his head laughing.

  I gave the hostess the once over. “Listen, I don’t know what wild thoughts are running through your young head…” My demeanor changed.

  “Fucking lose them.” I leaned back, cutting the head of my cigar.

  “My wife is across the room.” I pointed.

  “I lit my cigar, then took a pull. “I don’t need or want another woman.”

  Her smile dropped as she straightened her back. “Governor Magarelli, it was just a little friendly flirt.”

  My cigar rested between m
y lips as I slipped the napkin from underneath my glass. I glanced at the phone number written in black ink. My eyes shot up at hers.

  “Friendly flirt?” I tossed the napkin to the floor.

  “Have a good night, April.” I blew smoke in her face.

  “Have a good night, Governor.”

  “Never a dull moment, Sergio.” My father laughed.

  “I’m happy, I could amuse you Pops.” I sipped my drink slow.

  My eyes followed Dillon and Francine into the business suite. “I’ll be back in a moment, Pops.”

  Moving through the crowd, I stopped along the way, saying hello to family and friends. Halting briefly, I blew out a cloud of smoke as my eyes met Sierra’s. She rolled her eyes at me, then continued her conversation with Marco Esposito. Why was she talking to him of all people?

  Approaching the glass door of the business suite, I heard Dillon whispering to Francine. They stood across the room along the pale blue wall. His hands clutched her shoulders firmly. “Don’t tell him. No one knows your involvement. Keep it that way.”

  I couldn’t see Francine’s face. She was shielded by Dillon’s large frame.

  Nostrils flaring and fists clutched, I wanted to burst through the door and demand the truth. I needed to calm down. I can’t act like a mad man. Exhaling, I straightened my bow tie before I pushed through the glass door.

  “Don’t tell me what?” I smirked. I assumed they were talking about me. I didn’t know, but I thought I would play it up.

  Dillon faced me, un-shielding Francine, bringing her widened eyes into view. Immediately, she broke into a million pieces as tears streamed down her porcelain face as she held the wall, guiding her shaky steps until she reached the sofa. My evil stare landed on Dillon. He ran his hands over his curly mane. For the first time, his worried eyes didn’t meet mine.

  Fuck reason. “What the fuck is going on?!” I roared.

  I ran to Francine’s side. My hands swiped at her tears, but they did nothing to slow the flood. Her hands constantly rubbed the silver metallic material covering her thighs. Francine’s beautiful brown eyes roamed my face. She was searching for something, not sure what. “I love you with all of my heart and soul.”

  “Baby, talk to me. Tell me what is going on,” I stated calmly.

  “Mom, please don’t,” Dillon pleaded.

  I shot across the room quick, grabbing Dillon up by his yellow tuxedo. “Dillon, you better start talking!”

  His defeated gaze never left his mother. “Mom!”

  “It’s fine, Dillon. I can’t keep this secret anymore.” Her shaky hand wavered up the side of her hair, stopping at the bun on top of her head. Her red eyes met my confused gaze. “I will not apologize for protecting my children!” she cried with her hands.

  Releasing Dillon, I stepped closer. “From who, me?” Turning my head to the side, I pointed into my chest.

  She shot to her feet, standing before me. “From your fucked up world!” Francine ran her hands over her face.

  “I had to protect Dillon. My son was not going to jail for possibly murdering someone.”

  I stepped back. “What the fuck are you talking about? Start from the beginning!”

  “Dillon came to me that night, telling me Filippo killed Mick.”

  My eyes grew the size of saucers. Balling my fists at my sides, I turned, stalking toward the wall. My fists slammed into the wall repeatedly. My wife went against me. She was supposed to confide in me, not take matters into her own hands. The angry hot tears uncontrollably stormed down my face. Slowly, I faced her. “How could you let me shake that man’s hand at my brother’s funeral knowing her killed Mick?”

  “Sergio, I couldn’t let Dillon go to jail for shooting Lorenzo.”

  “Bullshit, Francine! I’m the fucking police in these streets. There was no fucking way I would let my son go to jail. Apparently, you don’t know what I’m capable of…” My angry eyes shot over to Dillon, who was sitting on the couch, head in his hands. “But he does. Dillon, tell her, about the monster she married.”

  His eyes turned cold. “I’m not telling her that shit!” He waved his hands through the air.

  “Fuck it, I’ll tell her.” My sinister lips turned upward. I leaned into her ear. “Dillon witnessed me crushing Ernie’s head in a vise while my sister Catriona stabbed his legs. We killed him because he stole from us, the Magarelli’s.”

  Her hand flew over her mouth. She began backing away. I gripped her arms. “We’re not done here. Finish the fucking story,” I said through clinched teeth, then releasing her.

  “Dill-Dillon, wanted to run away,” she stuttered. She stared into my emerald eyes. “I told Dillon I would help him disappear. I called Anthony because I knew he wanted out the life. He agreed to help protect Dillon. They faked their deaths. I gave Anthony money from my personal accounts. I set up accounts in the Caymans under their new names.”

  My jaws clenched as I listened to my own wife inform me how she betrayed me for fourteen years of our marriage.

  “A friend of mine lived in Portland, and she and her husband agreed to take care of Dillon.”

  I was two minutes away from beating her ass. Pointing my finger in her face, I walked forward. Francine walked backwards. “I’m killing Anthony once and for all. When I’m done murdering him, I’m killing the couple to for harboring my fucking son.”

  Her steps were halted by the wall behind her.

  Dillon pushed me back. “You will not put your hands on my mother! If I find out you hit her over the years, I will kill you!”

  I shoved him back. “That’s my wife. I have never laid a hand on her. I’m pissed, but I wouldn’t hurt her.”

  Dillon glanced back at his mother. “Mom, is that true?”

  She swiped at her tears. “Your father has never harmed me, only loved me.”

  I grabbed Dillon by his arm pulling him close. “I’m your father. You should have never gone to her.”

  “I’m her son, and I asked her to help me. And she did. My mother protected me. You’re angry right now, but one day I hope you understand.” He yanked his arm from my grip, pushing me back. “Fuck you Dad! You take this business and this family and shove it up your ass. I’m done!”

  My hand swiftly wrapped around his thick neck. “Motherfucker, who are you talking to? I will kill you for real this time if you want out!”

  He pushed forward against my grip. Dillon retrieved his Glock from his shoulder holster, forcing it into my hand. Francine appeared out of nowhere, squeezing between us. “You will have to kill me too!” she roared.

  I blinked twice, and my mouth dropped open. My eyes fell on the gun I was holding on my family. Quickly, I came to my senses, placing the gun in my pants, resting against the small of my back. I’m pissed, but I couldn’t hurt my family. I pulled Dillon and Francine in close. Francine’s body shook against me uncontrollably. I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her tight. I stared into Dillon’s eyes. “It was fucked up what you two did, but I still love you.”

  Dillon clutched my shoulder. His eyes were still filled with sadness. “I know Dad. I needed you to see that for yourself. I’ll give you two time alone.”

  I nodded. Dillon vacated the room.

  I am deeply affected by what they did. My wife was willing to die for our son. I was blinded by anger and filled with rage as I contemplated killing my own son. I am a mad man, however, that was taking it too far. Burying my nose in her hair, we stood in the middle of the room in silence.

  “Sergio, are you leaving me?” I heard the muffled words slip from her lips.

  I pulled back, cradling her face. My eyes marveled in her angelic features. Those big beautiful brown eyes and soft pink lips always held my attention. “I couldn’t ever leave you for good, Francine. I need time to process everything I learned tonight.”

  She shook her head. “I understand. I want you to know I don’t regret protecting Dillon for one minute.”r />
  I swiped the stray brown hairs away from her beautiful circular face. “I know, baby. Trust me I know.” Slowly, my lips fell upon hers.

  Francine is the love of my life. My heart would break into a million pieces if I didn’t have her in my life. I pulled back, staring into her tear-stained face. I could feel the tears trying to break free, but I didn’t let them. Rushing out of the business suite, I stood outside the door for a brief second. My wife wailed. Her cries were filled with her own sorrow. A different sorrow than mine. She was willing to let her son go. She allowed him to live his own life. Even though she knew he was alive, she wasn’t a part of his life.

  “Governor Magarelli, is everything all right?” my right-hand man Lucky asked stepping into view.

  I glanced at him. “Yes. Bring the car to this exit. My wife and I are leaving.”

  “Right away, sir.”

  I stepped back to the office, whipping out my handkerchief. I sat on the sofa next to Francine, who was drying her face. I pulled her chin up to meet my gaze. “I’m taking you home.”

  She didn’t say a word. Maybe she was too defeated to speak. Even in my anger, I realized I can’t turn my back on my wife. She needs me tonight.

  CHAPTER FORTY

  SIERRA

  I haven’t been introduced to numerous people since Jeremy and I started our charities. Giving the elegant gold and black decorated room the once over from the bar, I think Francine managed to introduce me to everyone here including Dillon’s grandfather. He, of course, was the mob boss before Sergio. Sergio Sr. was also hell bent on Dillon becoming the new mob boss. I was polite to him, but I don’t care for him either.

  “Sierra?”

  I glanced to my left, smiling. “Hello.”

  “My name is Dominic. I’m Dillon’s brother.”

  I turned wrapping my arms around his neck. “It’s so good to finally meet you!” I stepped back.

  “It’s good to meet you also.” He flashed his beautiful white teeth.

  Dominic favors Sergio more than Dillon, due to his dark features and green eyes. Three women walked by making eyes at him and we’ve only introduced ourselves.