Vidal!: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  “Oh, fuck, Draven!” Clawing at my chest, her eyes roll to the back of her head in ecstasy. Her pussy clamps around my dick hard. She's close but holding back.

  “Come on, Marnie, give it the fuck up!” I sit up, one hand on her back, the other pulling and twisting her pretty, elongated nipple, causing her to cry out. She's so damn close I can feel it. But then, so am I, and I'm not going to last much longer!

  She rides me so fucking hard, grunting, scratching at me. “Draven!” She screams my name – and I do mean literally – the second my fingertip touches her asshole. “I'm coming!” She clutches my shoulders, her head tipped back, her beautiful body shaking with the power of her orgasm. I let out a roar of pleasure and shoot my seed deep inside of her. Who the fuck needs condoms? I already knocked her up, can't knock her up twice.

  We sit holding each other for long moments, my cock still inside of her. It's taken that long for us both to come down from our orgasmic high, and it really was a high. I feel like I've taken a powerful fuckin' drug!

  I spend long moments kissing the soft skin of Marnie's neck and shoulder, before I lift her by her waist off of me, my still semi-erect cock sliding out of her body. It isn't difficult for me to get hard right after coming, especially with this woman. I have an extremely high sex drive. Don't think she could keep up with me right now, not like she did that night, at least.

  We both fall back against the pillows, and I can tell she's exhausted. Must be her pregnancy. That first night we were together she was like a damn nymph, she couldn't get enough of what I did to her. Marnie kept up with my sexual desires like no other woman ever has. I usually wear 'em out after a couple of orgasms. Not Marnie, she had more energy than I could've ever imagined.

  Right now, she's lying on her back, me on mine, my arm around her shoulders, her head in the crack of my elbow, our hands entwined, both by her head and on her stomach.

  “I think I'm going to like being your wife, Draven Vidal.”

  “Yeah?” I smirk.

  Took me a handful of weeks, but I knew I'd have her falling for me. Not that she'd admit it yet.

  “Yeah.” She parrots back with a smile.

  “Well,” I turn my head and kiss her perfect lips softly, “I know I'm gonna like being your husband.” If tonight is anything to go by at least. “Come now. Let's sleep.” She nods her head, turns on her side and cuddles up to me. I wrap my arms around Marnie and hold her tightly against my body where she's safe, where she'll always be safe.

  There's no one on earth who will ever harm her again. Not without facing my wrath, and trust me, no fucker wants to face that. I won't just hurt the person who dares harm Marnie. I'll kill them slowly, painfully, torture them the old-fashioned way. They won't die quick and easy like Carlos and Louis.

  I'm not a stupid man; I know there are rules that have to be followed. I know there are women out there who'll crack under pressure and give away secrets that could be used against me. But this woman in my arms right now would never betray me. Marnie took the torture and the pain those old pricks put her through, and she still made sure they knew she'd take those secrets to the grave. Not that she knows any secrets, but if she did, she'd never tell.

  I'm pretty good at reading people. Always have been. This woman is strong, stronger than she believes she is. Strong enough to get through what the elders put her through. She means a lot to me, more than a lot, and I will not allow anyone to lay one finger on her again I'll end every last man or woman who thinks they can pull that shit and get away with it. I am the Don, and I rule the family.

  Me. Not them.

  They go against me again, and I'll end every last one of them!

  Chapter Eleven

  Marnie

  I'm so nervous about this dinner with my sister and Hawk. I don't want Brooke to question me about anything. I just want her to see that I'm happy. After last night, that's just how I've felt all day, happy, and I haven't stopped smiling.

  I didn't intend to have sex with Draven but lying beside him; I just couldn't stop myself. I woke up this morning to breakfast in bed, which shocked me. Who knew the Don was such a sweetheart? After breakfast, Draven and I showered together. It felt so good to feel his hands on my body as he washed me. Needless to say, it didn't take long before he spun me around and fucked me from behind. Who knew shower sex could be so passionate?

  I've hummed to myself all day, I've even danced around the house getting things ready for later. I've set the table in the large dining room with all the fine china I found in Draven's storeroom. He has some beautiful belongings, many of them antiques. I've set the table fit for royalty, and I hope my sister appreciates the effort I've gone to.

  Draven said he'd call someone in to cook for us, and even though I protested, he wouldn't have any of it. He told me that he didn't want me exhausting myself. He also told me that he’d have someone come in and fix the dining table, but I put my foot down. I had to do something myself.

  I finish applying my nude lipstick, and then take a step back from the mirror and take a look at myself. Not bad if I do say so myself. The emerald evening dress I picked out of the fifty-odd dresses Draven bought me is not half bad. The man has some taste when it comes to the clothes he buys for me. Don't get me wrong, Draven doesn't force me to dress how he wants me to, and I can buy my own clothes. It's just that when I first moved in with him, I didn't have much with me, and as I need to look my best at all times in front of his men, Draven bought me a few things. Okay, he went over the top, and I did feel a little awkward taking stuff from him, but I loved him for it at the same time.

  I am going to have to go shopping again soon though; my belly is getting bigger every day. I have no idea how much longer this stuff will fit me. The dress I'm wearing now is the only one enough around the stomach and doesn't make me look like a squashed lemon. I've tied my hair up in a chic ponytail that I've curled at the ends, I've also made sure my makeup is light but not pale. I'm blonde, and I don't want to look sick. I feel like a princess with my jewelry and perfume.

  God, I feel so happy right now! I don't know how long the feeling will last, but I'm going to enjoy it while it does.

  “Wow,” I turn to face Draven with a smile on my face. I've missed him while he's been at work. “You look amazing.”

  “Oh, this old thing? I found it in the back of the closet.” I laugh when he raises his eyebrow.

  “Come here,” I walk over to Draven, and he wraps his arms around my waist, I wrap mine around his neck, and I let him kiss me. “Have you been okay while I've been gone?”

  “I've been just fine. I felt a little weird with Carmen and Faith in the kitchen half the day, though.”

  Draven narrows his eyes. “Did they say something to you?”

  “Nothing bad. They're really nice, actually.” Carmen is Draven's housekeeper, and Faith is her daughter, she's a chef. Funnily, she doesn't work for Draven at the restaurant though. I've met Carman before, but today was the first time I'd seen Faith. I like both women, so Draven has nothing to worry about. I guess I just wanted to cook dinner myself. I'm not sure I like being waited on all the time.

  “Good, I'd hate to have to have words.”

  I slap his chest. “Draven Vidal, you can't think the worst just because I felt a little awkward. It had nothing to do with anything those women did. To be honest, Carmen thinks a lot of you.” More than a lot. I sat in the kitchen earlier, watching the two of them cooking, and she told me all about Draven and how she's taken care of him for years. Carmen even knew Draven's mother, and she was here when Maria was a little girl. Carmen helped Draven take care of Maria, so why on this earth would he feel the need to get cross about her talking to me?

  “Carmen is a good person. She was my mother’s friend. They had Faith and Maria within a month of each other. They are part of the family, but if you don't get along, then I'd have to let her go.” I want to protest because he cannot choose me over the woman who has been there for him since he was a child, but h
e cuts me off with a passionate kiss.

  I slide my fingers into his hair and pull him closer to my body. I ache for him right now, but he pulls away with a smile on his face. “We need to stop.” I groan. “I would ravage you right now... God, you smell good,” I laugh because he's sniffing my neck like a vampire about to drink from his prey. “Unfortunately, we'll have guests very soon, and I need to shower.”

  I kiss him softly, just because I can. I know we haven't officially stated what we are, but I think it's obvious. Plus, we're getting married, so it's pretty conclusive that we're more than just housemates. “I'll meet you in the dining room, which I decorated for dinner myself.”

  “I've seen. It looks amazing, beautiful.” With one more kiss to my lips, Draven walks away from me.

  Brooke will be here soon, and even though I know everything is perfect, I can't help thinking that I've forgotten something. I have pregnancy brain, and it's driving me crazy!

  I push the thought out of my head and practically skip toward the front door when the bell rings. I squeal happily as Draven catches me around the waist before I make it there. He pulls me to him and kisses me. I laugh against his mouth. “I need to get the door.”

  “Ignore it,” He mumbles around kisses to my lips. “They'll go away.”

  “No, they won't.” I laugh. “It's just for a few hours, and then we can spend all night ravaging each other. This was your idea, remember?”

  “Fine. Answer the door before your sister breaks it down.”

  I right my clothes, take a deep breath and answer the door with a huge smile on my face. Brooke looks amazing. She's wearing a white dress, and her hair is loose around her shoulder. Hawk's even scrubbed up nicely. He's wearing black jeans and a button-down shirt, but I didn't expect him to be in a suit.

  “Hi!” Brooke rushes me before I can say anything else, arms around my neck tightly. I rub her back and smile at Hawk over her shoulder.

  “It's so good to see you.” Brooke pulls away from me. “You look so good.”

  “Did you think I wouldn't?”

  “You've been making excuses not to meet up with me, Marnie. What else was I supposed to think?”

  “Come in,” I wave them both in. I don't want to talk on the doorstep. I close the door behind him. “I'm sorry, Brooke, I thought us talking would be enough until I was feeling better. I've been sleeping a lot the past week or so. Being ill, drained all of my energy.”

  “I get that. I didn't until Draven explained that you were unwell. You could have told me. I would have been here to help take care of you.”

  I smile at her. She's so sweet. “That's what I didn't want. I'm so grateful for you, Brooke, but Draven had it covered.”

  Draven wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my head. “Shall we go through to the dining room?”

  Dinner goes smoothly, lots of laughter, lots of stories. All the while, my sister watches as now and again Draven takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. I see the smile on her face each time he does that. I can see that my sister is trusting my judgment when it comes to Draven.

  Hawk and Draven talk like old friends, even though I doubt they'll ever really be friends. It's nice that they're trying though, it means a lot to both Brooke and me.

  Once dinner is over, we make our way to the den where it's more comfortable. Draven hands Hawk a Scotch while taking one for himself. Brooke and I both opt for sparkling water, and the atmosphere is pleasant.

  Draven sits next to me on the sofa, while Brooke sits next to Hawk on the love seat, her hand in his. “So, I had an idea about your dress.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Brooke has been on at me all evening about my wedding dress. Not in a bad way, she's just excited, but I haven't known what to tell her. I don't know when the wedding will be because we don't have a definite date yet. I haven't found the dress for me, and I have been looking, it's all I've done each time I've gone past a bridal shop. I can't help myself.

  “Well, why don't you let Avery design your dress? She did an amazing job on mine.” I can't deny that. Brooke's wedding dress was stunning, but I don't know if that's what I want.

  “That is a wonderful idea, Brooke.” I look at Draven, I want to tell him that I'm not sure, but he's smiling so wide. Having his cousin design my dress would obviously mean a lot to him.

  “Yay!” Brooke claps her hands excitedly and sits forward in her seat. “I'll talk to her tomorrow, she and I are meeting up to talk about Maria's birthday surprise. Why don't you come too, Marnie? We can talk to Maria about designing you some wedding jewelry! Oh, man, this is perfect!”

  It doesn't look like I have a choice in the matter. Brooke didn't give me the chance to answer her question about meeting them tomorrow, and she's not letting me get a word in about what I want. I've never known my sister to take over like this. Not that she's being malicious or anything, all she's doing is being nice... I guess I'm being selfish.

  My eyes catch Hawk's, he smiles at mine, and I smile slightly. Brooke and Draven are busy talking about our wedding and what they can add to it, what shouldn't be included, whom we should invite. I feel like I have no say all of a sudden. It's not like Draven and I have spoken in depth about the wedding, but I thought he would involve me in this conversation.

  Oh well, just another wedding I'll have no say in, one I'll have to go along with. I'll pretend none of the details matter when in truth, they really do, to me anyway. I got to do nothing concerning my wedding to Paul, not that I wanted anything to do with it. However, I've gotten used to the idea of marrying Draven, and I wanted us to do everything together, even the tiny little thing.

  It probably sounds stupid, but I'd gotten used to the idea of picking out the wedding cake, flowers, even gifts for the bridesmaids with him. I wanted us to pick out a venue that we'd both like, and what food we'd eat, I even wanted to write the guest list and seating plans with Draven. I'm not going to get to do that, and I know that now.

  I shouldn't have let myself believe Draven would even want that. I mean, he didn't even want me to cook dinner, so why the hell would I think he'd want to plan a wedding? He's a Mafia Don, not prince charming!

  “Baby,” Hawk put his arm around Broke shoulders. She looks up at him with a smile on her face. “Maybe we should be making tracks. We need to collect Gabe from my parents.”

  “Oh god, you're right.” She giggles. “I lost track of time there. Draven, if you send me the details for the venue, Maria and I will get on to that. Marnie,” I get out of my seat and let Brooke hug me. “I'll see you tomorrow.” I guess I'm meeting up with Brooke and Avery.

  God, this whole wedding is going to get out of hand, and I'm going to have no say in it. I don't want a big wedding. I don't want a repeat of my last wedding either. I need to say something to Draven. If I leave it too long, it will be too late, and then I'll have no one to blame but myself. I don't want to upset anyone, but this is my wedding day we're talking about.

  Time to grow a set, Marnie.

  Chapter Twelve

  Draven

  Please, Mr. Vidal! Please don't make me do this.” The sniveling mess at my feet disgusts me. I hate thieves, especially dishonest ones.

  What I don't like it having to chase these people. Eldon Myers shouldn't have been here, but as he is, he has the honors of teaching his son why stealing from the Don is wrong.

  “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” I nod to Lorenzo. He grabs the back of Chaz Myers head and slams it into his own dining table. Tony holds his hand down, and Chaz doesn't even struggle. A smart man knows it's pointless.

  I crouch down in front of Eldon. It's not brave to cry like a baby in front of me. I have no emotions for it. It will not make me think twice about what I'm doing. Begging for someone's life will only anger me and make their death a lot more painful. I haven't asked for Chaz's death. I asked only that he be taught a lesson. However, his father is pissing me off, and I will kill his son if he doesn't shut the fuck up!

  I hold out a sh
arp dagger to Eldon. “Either you teach your son a lesson and sever two of his thieving fingers from his hand, or I will blow his brains out. The choice is yours.”

  “I don't understand what he's supposed to have stolen.”

  I smirk. I don't need to tell this man anything, and I don't intend to. I'll leave him wondering what his precious son did to earn the wrath of the Don. I don't push people or drugs, but I do push guns and ammo, along with other things. This little fuck decided to take a shipment of weapons from my private dock and try to sell them. He should have done his homework better before thinking he'd even get out of the docks with what was mine. He knew he'd been found out when Tony arrived. One of his little pals ratted him out, and he went on the run.

  You can't run for long from a man like me. I have too many connections, people who will easily trace you. Chaz Myers is no one special, just some punk who runs delivers for me now and again. How he got information about my shipments is another story. He won't die here today; my men will take him to the warehouse and get that information out of him by any means necessary. Only then will I end his lying, thieving life!

  “Dad! Just do it!”

  “No! I can't hurt my own son!”

  I get to my feet and sigh. “Pity.” I take my gun from my belt and put it to the back of Chaz's head. “I guess I'll just have to...”

  “No, wait! Please!” Eldon rushes to get to his feet with the dagger in his hand. “Please don't kill my boy. I'll do what you want.” With snot running down his nose and to his mouth, Eldon Myers swallows hard. My men hold his son down, and Eldon takes a deep breath. I hold mine to see if he'll go through with it.

  “Ahhh!” Chaz screams.

  I am so fucking impressed right now. The old fuck actually did it. Eldon drops the dagger, eyes wide and looking at the damage he's done to his son’s hand. Tony looks at me and smirks. I nod my head, and both Tony and Lorenzo drag Chaz away, all the while Eldon screaming for them to bring him back.