Hidden Witness 2: A Mafia Romance

by Posey Parks

In one motion, I slipped Sierra’s legs under my arms, picked her up, laying her in the middle of the king-sized bed. Her leg draped over my muscular ass. Our fingers intertwined over her head. Hungrily, my lips took hers. Sierra’s foot controlled my thrusts.

  Her hands released from mine, brushing over my face. My fingers gripped the top of the mattress. “I love you, Dillon.” Her tongue pushed past my lips, intertwining our tongues.

  “Sierra, pull your legs back to my sides.”

  She followed my orders. “I need you to relax. We are about to cum together. Our wet bodies stuck together as I increased my speed slamming into that pussy. Sierra’s fingers slid up my back, digging into my muscles.

  “Oh, shit, Dillon.”

  Sierra’s face was buried in the crook of my neck, drowning in the scent of her favorite cologne. Gripping the mattress tighter, I stroked faster and harder.

  “Yeah, umm,… this pussy… is good,” I bit out through gritted teeth.

  “Dillon, I feel it-it’s coming.”

  “Look at me, Sierra.”

  My head dropped against hers as I repeatedly slammed into her. “Ah!” she screamed.

  My cock slammed into her pussy the final time. Her muscles pulsated around my dick, intensifying my orgasm. “Fuck!” I yelled.

  Our sweaty bodies rose and fell against each other’s, while I stared into her beautiful eyes, taking her lips again.

  Dropping to her side, I caressed her shaky legs. Sierra’s fingers traced over my angular nose and cheeks.

  “Dillon, take me to the pool.”

  Swooping Sierra into my arms, I carried her toward the pool. I walked down the stairs, emerging us into the cool water. Sierra pushed off from my chest, swimming to the opposite end of the pool.

  Tightly, she ran her hands over her hair, releasing the excess water.

  “Come here, Dillon.”

  I swam to the other end, lifting her into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist. “Are you going to be able to handle horseback riding tomorrow?”

  My fingers massaged her swollen pussy. “Yes, Dillon. I’ll take a hot bath in just a moment.” Her eyes closed as her teeth pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. “I want… to…enjoy…” She swallowed hard. “…you rubbing my pussy first.”

  Sierra’s fingers threaded through the dangling hair in my face, intertwining the strands with the rest of my hair.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” she breathed.

  “Your thick brown brows… the way they bring out your…gray eyes. Shit. That feels so good.” Her eyes closed briefly.

  Her eyes roamed my face again. Sierra ran her fingers down the slope of my nose. “Those chiseled cheeks…square jaw line…those…”

  I circled her clit faster.

  “Fuck… those pouty pink lips…are fucking delicious.” Her hands squeezed my face as her lips pressed against mine forcefully.

  “Dill…on…I’m cumming.”

  Her eyes widened, and her head dropped against mine.

  “Baby,” she breathed.

  “That was so good.” Her eyebrows rose, followed by a smile.

  “All I want to do is please you, baby.”

  “I love that about you, Dillon. No other man can please me the way you do.” Her fingers ran across my bottom lip.

  She clutched my neck. “Don’t put me down yet. My legs won’t stop shaking.”

  “Sierra, don’t worry, I won’t.”

  I could hold her in my arms like this forever.

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  SIERRA

  Horseback riding through the lush green terrain was paradise. Our last day in Tahiti, we hiked to the Faarumai waterfall. Dillon and our tour guide halted behind me. Stepping closer to the body of water, I glanced up at the top of the mountain. My eyes marveled the gushing water cascading down the mountain. “Dillon, it’s beautiful! Let’s jump in.” I peeled off my orange back pack.”

  “Baby, I’m one step ahead of you.”

  I glanced back, Dillon was peeling his shirt over his head.

  I laughed.

  Dillon scooped my backpack off the ground, placing it on the bench.

  “Mr. Magarelli, I’ll take pictures of you two enjoying the waterfall.”

  Dillon smiled. “Thanks, Mauri.”

  Dillon scooped me up in his arms, walking into the water. My arms hung loosely around his neck. We stood under the water fall. The chill of the cold water against my skin was refreshing.

  Dillon captured my lips under the waterfall. I hope Mauri captured our kiss. I bet it looks sexy.

  Dillon placed me on my feet. We stepped into the cave. Huge walls made up of thousands of black rocks surrounded us. “The water feels amazing after that hike.”

  “Dillon, it sure does.”

  We sat on a large flat rock outside the cave, resting our feet in the water.

  Tilting my face toward the sky, I welcomed the warmth from the sun.

  “Best vacation ever,” I breathed.

  “Sure is, baby.” Dillon kissed my cheek.

  After a candlelight dinner off the black sand beach, Dillon and I boarded our jet. Sitting in my husband’s arms, I stared at my wedding ring.

  “I knew you would like this one better,” he whispered.

  “Dillon, it’s different, that’s all. The thick diamond wedding band next to the large rock holds my attention.”

  “What about the matching Rolex’s?”

  “I love them, but my favorites are the matching gold shimmering diamond face Hublot’s,” I smiled.

  He laughed. “Yeah, they are nice.”

  “I’ll tell you what’s nice, being Mr. and Mrs. Magarelli!” I smashed my lips into his cheek.

  “You got that fucking right.” Dillon grabbed my face, devouring my neck.

  “The second the pilot gives the all clear, undress and ride my cock.”

  I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, slipping my fingers inside his boxers setting his dick free.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m wet right now,” I purred.

  “Shit, you are so fucking sexy,” he breathed.

  I love being Mrs. Magarelli. I’m happy I stayed. Going back to Portland would have been a mistake. Not seeing Dillon every day would have torn me apart.

  “Ding!” The pilot’s voice followed. “You are free to move about the cabin. We will arrive in Newark, New Jersey, in sixteen hours.”

  Dillon yanked off my panties before the pilot could finish his statement. We didn’t bother removing our clothes. Dillon slipped my tight pink dress above my waist, sliding me down his dick.

  His mischievous smile made me wetter. I rode his cock like a bull rider, rides a bucking bull.

  Ferociously, I took his lips. “Baby! You feel so good inside of me. I’m going to cum!”

  “Sierra, wait!”

  “I can’t.”

  His eyes widened. “Sierra, yes, you can!” Dillon gawked at his dick. “Sierra, you’re creaming all over my cock.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I screamed.

  My body violently shook as I rode out my orgasm.

  “You’re going to pay for that.” He frowned.

  I smiled, patting my damp face.

  “Don’t attempt to climb off my dick!”

  Dillon held his jeans with one hand as he stood, clutching his other arm around my waist. My arms rested on his shoulders as my lips attacked his.

  “I’m about to fuck you long and hard.”

  My pussy clutched his cock. I was horny as fuck for my husband. He certainly aims to please.

  An evil laugh escaped his lips.

  I was in for another amazing night.

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  DILLON

  Cruise did a great job remaining out of sight on our honeymoon.

  Once back in New Jersey, Sierra and I dove right into running the family business by day and searching for a home in the evenings. We were in a
bidding war for the house Sierra chose. I shut the bidding war down. I sent Cruise to their home. He told them it would be in their best interest to pick another house, or else. Pays to be the mob boss. I smirked at the thought.

  Sierra was quiet on our flight to Seattle. Jeremy told Sierra she was lucky he allowed Emoni to bring the kids to our wedding. He told her she cannot move the children to New Jersey. She’s been a nervous wreck the past couple of weeks. I told her everything would be fine. Jeremy will see things my way.

  ~

  Two black Suburban’s approached the black wrought iron gates in Jeremy’s community around 8:30 p.m.

  Sierra provided me with the gate code on the jet. After punching in the code, Cruise followed me through the gate.

  I parked the truck in Jeremy’s driveway. “Sierra.”

  “Yes, Dillon.” Her worried eyes met mine.

  “Let the kids say goodbye to their father, then bring them outside to the truck.”

  She nodded.

  I grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes on mine. “Baby, I won’t fuck him up too bad. He will comply.”

  I kissed her lips before exiting the truck.

  I pulled her close as we walked onto the porch. “Sierra, you are a Donna, act like it. He cannot intimidate you.”

  She nodded again.

  I rung the bell. Jeremy finally answered the door a minute later.

  “Sierra.”

  “Hello, Jeremy.”

  He stared me up and down. “Jeff or Dillon, whatever you are calling yourself these days.” He glanced at the second Suburban sitting in his driveway. “What’s with the two trucks?”

  I ignored him. “We would like to see the kids.”

  He sighed, stepping back. “Yeah.”

  Sierra and I stepped inside.

  “I was getting the kids ready for bed.” He closed the door behind us.

  “Are they upstairs in the play room?” Sierra asked.

  “Yes, you can go up, Sierra.”

  “Jeremy, let’s talk for a moment,” I said.

  “Oh, what, you think you coming here is going to change my mind?” He grimaced.

  I smiled, placing my hand on his shoulder, sliding my jacket back with my other hand, revealing my Glock.

  “I don’t give a fuck about you changing your mind. The judge has reached his decision. Now walk to your fucking office,” I growled.

  He turned, walking toward his office. Once through the threshold, I closed the door behind us.

  He sat in the oversized chair behind his desk. “I read you are the governor’s son. The article said you faked your death because you didn’t want to be in the spot light. Maybe you didn’t want to be a mobster like your daddy,” he snarled.

  I unbuttoned my navy blue suit jacket before sitting on the other side of the desk.

  He tossed a football in the air. “Word on the streets of New Jersey is your daddy is the Mob Boss.”

  I leaned forward. “Oh yeah. That’s what you heard?”

  “Your daddy hooked some shit up so Sierra could move my children to New Jersey.”

  “They are going back to New Jersey tonight!”

  “I’m getting the decision overturned.”

  “Good luck fucking trying.”

  He stood. “They aren’t going anywhere! They will stay right here while I have my attorney work it out.”

  Slowly, I rose to my feet. “You think so?” I removed my Glock from the holster, pointing it at his head.

  I heard the door open behind me.

  Jeremy’s eyes widened. “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m his lieutenant.” Cruise closed the door, then stepped to my right dropping a duffel bag on the floor. “Cruise, sweep the office.”

  He removed the bug sweeper from the duffel bag then walked about scanning the walls.

  “You had another great season. The coming season may be a little challenging for you.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Boss, the office is clean.”

  I nodded.

  “You may have a little trouble playing this season,” I smirked.

  He jerked forward.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I inched my gun closer to his head. “You see you heard wrong on the streets…my streets!”

  His eyes narrowed. “What?”

  “I’m the fucking boss!”

  He dropped in his chair. “My ex-wife is married to the mob?!” He placed his head in his hands.

  “She’s supposed to keep the kids safe.”

  “They will be safe. Sierra is going to bring the children in to say goodbye. Next month the kids will visit you. The terms of the agreement are the same as before. If you chose to make me out to be the bad guy in front of my stepchildren, then you will force my hand to end your football career tonight.”

  Hesitantly, he nodded.

  I called Sierra.

  Baby, bring the kids to Jeremy’s office.

  Ok.

  I holstered my Glock, slipping back into the chair. I glanced at Cruise. He sat on the sofa placing his special bag on the floor at his feet.

  Sierra’s stilettos could be heard marching down the hall. “Shana and Jason, give your daddy a hug and a kiss.”

  They burst through the door, running into his arms. “Daddy, we love you,” Shana and Jason! stated boisterously.

  He held them in his arms tight. “Daddy loves you both so much.”

  He placed them back on their feet. He smirked at the kids in an effort not to worry the children. “Daddy will see you two next month.”

  Sierra stood at his side, smiling.

  “Bye, Daddy!” they stated.

  “Shana, Jason, say hello to Dillon, and Cruise.” Sierra directed.

  They ran over giving me hug. “Hello, Dillon.”

  Sierra leaned over, whispering in Jeremy’s ear.

  “Shana, Jason, I’m happy to see you guys! We are on our way to Portland. We are picking up Dillon and Lily!”

  “Yay!” they sang.

  Sierra stepped over to me. I stood. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Do it for Lydia,” she whispered.

  “I got it, baby.”

  She took a step back, grabbing the children’s hands. “Kids, say hi to Cruise.”

  “Hi!” They waved on their way out of the office.

  “Cruise, make sure they are inside the truck before we get started.”

  “Of course, Boss.” He left the office.

  I removed my Glock, pacing the floor in front of the desk.

  “Is this what this is really about? Lydia?”

  “Jeremy, it is about Lydia, and it’s about you disrespecting my wife.” I stalked toward him. “That beautiful woman is my wife now. She should never be upset about some shit that is set in stone! I never wanted her to go through the bullshit you put her through, but I knew you would act disrespectfully over the phone, so I figured I’d pay you a visit. I’m a real man!” I slammed my fist into my chest. “I will teach you about respect tonight.” I holstered my Glock again.

  “What, you and your thug are going to teach me a lesson?!”

  Cruise walked into the office, retrieving his bag off the floor.

  I stepped back, slipping out of my expensive suit jacket, draping it across Cruise’s arm. He placed black leather gloves in my hand.

  CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

  DILLON

  “Jeremy, I’m the fucking boss. What I say, goes. If I want him to beat your ass, then he will. He told you who he was. Don’t worry about Cruise, worry about me.”

  I pulled the gloves snugly over my large hands. I intertwined my fingers, pressing the leather tighter. “The ass whooping Hayden didn’t give you for fucking with his woman, I’ll gladly give.” My fist slid across his jaw. “Why did you think you could intimidate Sierra the way you did? Did you do that when you were married to her?”

  I slammed
my fist into his jaw again. “Ouch!” he screamed.

  “Tell me why you thought it was ok to disrespect my wife!”

  He rose out of his chair. “I’m pissed! She married you quick. We were barely divorced. I told you when you were here, before I still loved her.”

  I stood toe to toe with him, glaring down into his eyes. “So, you are punishing her because you can’t have her the way you want. No one disrespects my wife! The last man who did is dead. He and his family! You will never disrespect Sierra Magarelli again!” I growled, shoving him back into his chair.

  “I don’t give a fuck how many Super Bowl rings you have. If I fucking want, I can end your life tonight! Lucky for your ass, you are my stepchildren’s father.

  Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. The last motherfuckers who thought they could disrespect my family look like this…” Cruise placed two pictures in my hand.

  I grabbed Jeremy by his thick neck. “Look!” I showed him the pictures of the men my brother and I killed last month in the banquet hall basement.

  “This is who I am a fucking savage.” I glared into his eyes.

  I passed the pictures to Cruise. He retrieved a tin can from the duffel bag and placed the pictures inside, burning them.

  “Back in December, I told you I would protect your children as my own. I meant that. Now onto the problem at the strip club.” I cocked my head to the side. “You finger fucked another man’s woman. Not to mention she is my wife’s cousin. What the fuck were you thinking? Never mind. You weren’t thinking.” I grabbed his non-dominant arm, breaking it.

  “Ahhhh!! My arm! My fucking arm!” His instantly gripped his broken arm.

  I slapped his broken arm twice. “You will live. It’s not your playing arm. You won’t be able attend training camp. You’ll be benched for the first eight weeks. After rehab you’ll be back on the field.” I laughed hysterically.

  Cruise laughed too.

  “We are leaving. Call your trainer or private nurse, whatever the fuck.”

  I glanced at Cruise. “Do you have all of our pieces?”

  “I sure do, Boss.”

  Cruise placed the warm tin can with burnt ashes inside the flame-resistant bag.

  Cruise held my jacket open allowing me to slip my arms inside. I retrieved an expensive Cuban cigar from my inner jacket pocket. Cruise used the cigar cutter to clip off the top. I placed the cigar between my lips. Cruise flicked the lighter, creating a flame. I leaned in, puffing the cigar a few times until it was lit. Turning toward Jeremy, I released three smoke formed O’s. “Have a great season!” I laughed as I exited.