by DJ Parker
The wake was a short distance from the house. The parking lot was completely packed with luxury cars. The limo stopped in front of the funeral home entrance. As Victoria and I entered the traditional establishment, I nearly gagged at what awaited me. The amount of guests that attended the event was overwhelming, as everyone hugged Victoria and handed me an envelope. The Priest finally arrived and was preparing to start a rosary prayer in the next thirty minutes.
Before my eyes could even look his way, I knew that he had entered the room as goose bumps trailed up my arms. Feeling faint, my legs became heavy and feeble as I willed myself to exercise some form of physical control. Suddenly, we locked eyes. As much as I wanted to turn my head away, we couldn’t break out of the lewdness that radiated between us.
Victoria mumbled “oh shit” under her breath and slightly nudged my arm. I broke eye contact and continued collecting the envelopes from the guests. Josephine leaned over, kissed Victoria’s cheek, and extended her condolences before walking past me. Andriano leaned forward and kissed Victoria’s cheek before he stopped in front of me. God this man is even more gorgeous today than he was five years ago. He had a more muscular build and sported a short haircut and goatee. He smelled so good, as his cologne invaded my nostrils. I reached my hand out to collect his envelope, but he leaned forward instead and placed a soft kiss near my ear—his breath slightly fanning against my skin. A shiver went through me, as he handed me the envelope and grazed his fingers over my hand. I took a deep breath, thanked him, and pulled my hand out of his grip.
Finally, we finished collecting the envelopes. The rosary prayer lasted twenty minutes and was followed by Victoria giving a touching speech about her father. While the guests went up to observe the body of Donald Spillmore, I excused myself and went into the bathroom to catch my breath. I leaned over the sink, shut my eyes, and took deep breaths in and out in an attempt to regain my composure.
“Bella mia,” he said. I opened my eyes immediately and saw the reflection in the mirror of Andriano standing close behind me. For a moment, I stood still with fear. His piercing grey eyes did not break contact with mine, as we stared at each other for a long moment.
“This is the women’s bathroom,” was the only thing that I could say to him. Ignoring my statement, Andriano turned my body around to face him. He took a daring step forward and became undeniably close to me, as the tips of our noses touched.
“Andriano, please…” I had begun, before he slammed his mouth into mine. He pushed my body hard against his steel-like frame. Instead of fighting him, I melted into his body like butter and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed all over my body as his fingertips trailed down my back to my thighs and rested on my ass. Slightly lifting me off the floor, he walked into the large stall and pressed my body against the bathroom wall. I tugged at his tie, as he began sliding my skirt aside to have better access to my wet pussy. His hands skimmed over the front of my thong before he used his index and middle finger to bring the damp underwear to the side. My puffy pussy held the disheveled underwear to the side as he slid his index finger along my quivering slit. A gush of wetness spilled out when his finger glided over my clit. Sliding his other hand up my turtleneck shirt, he began caressing my breast and whispered in appreciation against my sizzling skin. Pushing my bra down, my breast flopped out. His mouth dropped down to nibble one, motioning his tongue in a rhythmic flow. His hand palmed my other breast, causing it to become tender and hard.
“I love them. You look more beautiful than ever…every part of you is incredible,” he said earnestly.
“No, we can’t do this. This is a mistake,” I said, as I slid my skirt back down. He looked at me with bewilderment that I would pass up this opportunity. He reached for me again and placed a soft peck against my lips, which led to an onslaught of kisses and my back once again pressed against the wall. I didn’t want to fight him because I needed to feel his dick again. But, I’m not a home-wrecker, and I am sure as hell not the same girl from five years ago. I reluctantly shoved his body out of the way.
“Bella mia, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he said, as I looked at my flushed face and puffy lips in the mirror.
A surge of rage that was suppressed over the past five years reemerged as I turned around to face him. “Stay away from me. You’re married now, and I moved on with my life. You have no respect for me, or for your wife who is sitting out there. Today, I’m here for Victoria. Tomorrow, I’m going to be leaving. So I expect you and me to continue to be strangers,” I said, as I brushed past him and walked out of the bathroom.
After years of ignoring my anger and hurt, I managed to take ten steps back. I hated the control that he had over me. I couldn’t contend with the sadness that crept into me, as he strolled past my seat and sat next to his wife. I hated the fact that, after five years, I’m still head over heels in love with him. After the guests left, Victoria and I finally stood over her father’s open casket. It was the first time since we arrived that we were able to come close to the casket as opposed to looking at him from afar.
“I can’t believe that he is actually gone,” Victoria said quietly.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Andriano
My heart nearly flew out of my chest when I entered the room and saw her, my bella mia. She looks even more enchanting today than she looked five years ago. My cock stirred, pressing hard against my pants. Our eyes connected, and I knew instantly that she still was the only woman who could bring meaning and purpose into my life. Not a day went by when I didn’t think about her. I willed myself not to search for her, even though I was tempted each day. I masked my sorrow and regret with a ruthless anger. Everyone noticed my increase of aggression and force. I turned off my humanity and became nefariously ruthless. I had no tolerance or patience for any level of mistakes from anyone. Nicolai was the only person who understood why I was in this rotten state of mind.
I despised Josephine immediately after the engagement celebration. I allowed her to spend money loosely, gallivanting around the New York City, and parading around her friends a fairy tale lifestyle built on a lie. She knew that I didn’t care for her or this marriage. Both of our families pressured us to have kids. Josephine and I knew the real reason behind our childless marriage. We rarely had sex, and I would only use condoms from my personal safe to ensure that I didn’t risk conceiving a child with her. Even though she begged to give me an heir, I knew that I never wanted to have kids with this woman. In fact, I never wanted to bring any child of mine into my dangerous world. Our marriage was non-existent, and I lived each day with continuous regret. I often had to remind myself that it was all for duty, loyalty, protection, and family.
I had three goomahs on the side that I fucked throughout the week. They were on a monthly allowance, and I took care of their bills and rent. Even though I’m powerful and wealthy, and could have my pick of any woman, I couldn’t find happiness. My only happiness came from when I thought about her, my bella mia. I knew that there was a great chance that she would be here tonight. I reveled in the thought of seeing her again, even to the extent of being kind to Josephine.
Donald Spillmore was assassinated, and I put the hit out on him. After nearly forty years of service and loyalty, he threw all of that history away when he decided to compile a file and work with the FBI to bring down my empire. Apparently, the IRS contacted the FBI after building a case against him. According to our sources, Donald was evading tax laws and becoming sloppy with hiding his side money. Donald seemed to forget about the number of government agencies that were on the Balducci payroll. We funded state and national elections for candidates, who successfully won their elections.
The day after my father died, I decided to rearrange our business completely. Only a select few were privy to top-level details. Donald Spillmore was not one of them. Even though I didn’t get the initial support from everyone, I earned respect and loyalty. My s
uccessful approach allowed everyone to become millionaires. Of course, there were rivals and enemies who despised my empire, and I knew that I had to kill them one by one. Since walking away from Simone five years ago, I became an animal. The termination of our baby still haunts me to this day. It’s the reason why I don’t want to have kids with Josephine—I want my kids to come from my bella mia. In my heart, I could only commit my love to Simone. No matter how many women and distractions I brought into my life, she truly had my heart and soul. She was the only person who could pull me back from this dark hole that I was sinking deeper into.
I knew that I fucked up when I followed her into the bathroom. It was hard enough that I had to settle with brushing a kiss against her cheek. Her soft and delicate hand shook as I held it firmly in my grip. I watched her every move the whole time at the wake, and I was determined to catch her alone by any means necessary. She was stooped over the sink and looked as if she was meditating. The closer I got to her, the more I needed my cock to be buried into her. Hell, I would even settle for licking her sweet pussy. I stared at her sexy backside and felt my cock painfully expand more, as I walked closer to her. She looked up at me, and all restraints broke.
“Bella mia,” I said breathlessly before I pressed her soft curvy body into mine. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right, and my life felt complete. I didn’t care who walked in and caught us because I was determined to get my fill of her. Simone’s body had developed into a woman’s, as her breasts were slightly bigger, and her hips were rounder. She still had a small frame, but her curves were more defined. We kissed each other like two lost lovers who were just reunited after time apart. Her response to my touch and tongue assured me that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I became possessed as I set out to claim what was rightfully mine. This is my pussy, I whispered in her ear as I slid her fitted leather skirt over her large rump. More than anything, I wanted to bury my head in between her legs and suck on her clit until she came hard in my mouth. All that was halted, when she shoved me away from her. Her beautiful eyes bored into me with such disgust and hatred. My anger intensified, as it dawned on me that behind her hatred was pure sadness. She stormed out of the bathroom after demanding that I leave her alone. When the ceremony ended, I rushed out of the funeral home, determined to keep a far enough distance between Simone and me. I dropped Josephine off at our home and headed to my loft in the city.
It was 4 AM, and I was drinking, yet again, trying to drown my pain with alcohol. This time, there was no going back as I allowed the anger and controlled rage to pour out. I refuse to let her go…not this time. She’s mine. I didn’t care about the fact that she wanted me to stay away from her. I couldn’t go through another five years without her in my life. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my phone book and stopped at Lucas. After two rings, Lucas picked up.
“I need you to find everything out about Simone Sinn. You have forty-eight hours,” I said before I ended the call.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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