by Eden Rose
"They are dropping him off now. I am going to take these upstairs. Tony will be here soon," Vincent walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "Welcome home, Savannah." With that he turned and left me in the foyer trying to catch my breath.
Home. This is really our home and I live here with my husband. I have all intentions in making this place warmer and full of love. Sure the many shades of blue are nice, but I’m wanting to make it homier.
There was a knock on the door and I heard Cherub barking. After throwing open the door, I dropped to the floor and hugged my dog. Cherub grew a few inches and put on a couple of pounds but he’s still the cutest. His tongue sticks out and he starts licking my face and knocking me over.
"Thank you for watching my little man!" I gushed at Tony while sprawled out on the floor with Cherub climbing on me.
"It was my pleasure, Mrs. Moretti."
It took me a few seconds to realize that he was talking to me and I couldn’t help but chuckle at my new name. "Wow, that is going to take some time to get used to."
"Where is your old man?" He was scanning the foyer to see if Vincent was down here.
"He took the suitcases upstairs. Vincent?" I called up the stairs as I righted myself from the floor and straightening out my clothes.
"Come on up, Tony."
*
I awoke the next morning with the feeling of completion. I felt more than complete. I am now married to the sweetest man, I live in a beautiful house and I have the best friend that anyone could ask for.
If I were you, I would probably hate me.
Plus, Vincent was a wild man in the sack last night. He woke me up three times with his mouth latched onto either my nipple or my clit. And let me tell you, I am still buzzing from pleasure.
After picking out a pant suit and a pair of Gucci boots, I did my hair up real big and Texas beauty queen style. I am now a wife, I must look the part. My makeup was done to the minimum and my phone rang.
How does the wife of a made man look? Do I walk around dripping in diamonds and furs? Probably shouldn’t do that since Vincent is so secretive. I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself. Okay, I lied. I want to yell at the top of my lungs that he’s my fucking husband and I am never him go.
I pick up my phone and then scroll through the contacts to call Anne. Morning sickness has kicked her ass and I need to make sure she’s all right. "Kitten! Are you coming to the new office today?" We closed on our new office while Ronnie and Vincent were in New York. Vincent and Ronnie bought it for us however it is in Anne and my names which made me feel better.
She let out a groan and I heard her blankets rustling in the background. "Yes, what are you wearing? Can I wear sweats? I don't feel good."
"Welcome to morning sickness, lover." I walked out of the room and down the stairs. "Hello, gentlemen!" I knew they were in the foyer getting back to their secret meetings and all of that. One day, I’m going to listen to what they are talking about.
"Hello, clacker," Sal called out to me. Unlike the others, I don’t think he is from Italy. His accent isn’t as pronounced as the others but that could just be because he’s been here for so long. I don’t know him that well to make a complete diagnosis on this.
"You are so funny." I redirected my attention to my call. "Everything will be all right."
"I hope so. Is Ronnie over there?"
"Hold on, let me check," I walked fast into the foyer and Cherub followed me trying to bite my pants. "Yes he is. Cherub! Stop biting!" I point my finger at the puppy and wiggle it. “That’s naughty. You don’t bite mommy.”
She barks out a little laugh and says: “Good luck with that. Well, I will see you at the new store."
I poured the coffee into my mug and walked back into the great room. Vincent was already back to whatever it was that he did while I was gone. It’s scary to know that he has this life and I don’t know what he does in it.
When I picked up Cherub's diamond leash, I got everyone's attention because I made the dog bark. "Bye guys. I will see you later," I put the leash on the dog and then walked out the door towards my car. By the time I reached my car, the front door opened.
"Wait!" I turned and seen Vincent running towards me. When he got to me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Not a normal kiss, either. The type of kiss where I wanted to strip off his clothes and take his cock in my mouth. "Have a good day." With that he left me in the driveway trying to catch my breath. I rub my fingers over my lips and tingle a little inside.
Vincent
Being back with the guys felt great. Being away from them, I realized how much of this organization that I am apart of and how much these assholes are apart of me. There were so many things that needed to be discussed and it was apparent that some things are about to change.
"What do you mean they shot at Sal? Did they have orders for this?" I asked while taking a drink of my coffee. It’s not even noon yet and I want to dump this coffee and get something stronger.
There are certain rules that need to be followed by the underworld in order to keep anarchy from running rampant throughout the country. One rule is that no one can attempt a hit on a higher up member without consent from a capo. Since Sal is boss, this is going to create problems and blood is going to be spilled.
Sal sat on the other side of my great room and lit a cigar. Everything about this man screamed control. I have never seen the true psychopath that is underneath that calm persona but I know he’s fucking there. “Leo and I were running an errand to collect from our rackets on the west side of the city. A black Lincoln pulled up, and all of a sudden about thirteen bullets were fired while we were still in my car. By the time that the firing stopped, those little bitches ran away."
John had very animated facial expressions. Right now his face screamed "Don't fuck with me." He got up from his chair and refreshed his coffee. Everything about him made people want to know what he was about to do. John just had that look that made people want to hug him or shoot him. "Who drives that Lincoln? Have any of you done any recon?" He sat back in the chair and then crossed his arms. The expensive material of his suit is now stretched to accommodate him. "I want that Lincoln to be clocked."
A few months ago, before I met Savannah, John and I went to handle some business. The business was a certain tailor who has been skimming money that was owed to us. Needless to say, he got a broken leg and John and I received some hand crafted suits. When I say his suit is fucking expensive, we didn’t pay for it. The tailor was the one that paid for everything and almost lost his life for it.
"Do we know who the car belongs to... as in is this an inside job?" Vinny asked. We all knew his angle on what he meant. Was this a mob hit or a drive by from someone random.
Even though I handled the Joel problem, I am still waiting for some blowback. It’s only a matter of time before we get hit with something big. I’m not going to sit around and wait for whatever that is, though. I want to be ready for whatever is about to come my way along with my men.
"Due to the evidence and the casing, this has got to be a inside hit. Now, the question is if this is the work of Dice," I added to the conversation.
Rossi rubbed his hands together and played with his wedding band. I knew what he was thinking since it was the same thing that I was thinking too. Now, our lives are tied to our wives and they should come first. "Well, the only way we can find out is by placing a mole in their organization. If it were them, we all know that they are bragging mother fuckers. We need to sneak a spy in there. I am thinking we should get a lackey to do it and then clock them.”
Johnny, who has been quiet this whole time suddenly had something to say. "I don't trust a lackey. Those lackeys are not stand up and I want someone we can trust. I am considering that the mole should be one of the women in order to pull this off."
This caught my full attention as he met my stare. "Who are you referring to?" I hope for the sake of the organization that he is not referring to my fucking wif
e. I will kill him right now if that is who he is suggesting.
"I am thinking we should send in Anne and Savannah. Since they are new they wouldn't know who that club belongs to. Obviously, they will get pissed that it is your twos wives," Johnny pointed at me and then at Rossi who looked pissed. Rossi looked as if he were going to kill someone. "The Dice would either ask them to leave or invite them up to their office."
Before I could throw a few terse words at Johnny, Ronnie beat me to it. "Look, I am all for this family. My wife is pregnant and the last time Savannah was anywhere near them, she had gotten the shit beat out of her. Now, tell me... Would you want your pregnant spouse around those psychos?"
I slammed my mug onto my coffee table and counted to ten. By the time I get to ten maybe I won't want to kill someone. "Over my fucking dead body are you sending her anywhere near those people!"
That obviously didn’t work.
My teeth began to clatter and vibrate in my mouth as I tried to not rip his mother fucking tongue out of his mouth for suggesting to send my wife in. Anne is pregnant and if I have my way, Savannah will be too. I want to have her belly swollen with my babies.
I can’t wait to see her be a mom. I know it’s early but I can’t help but want to hide her birth control to get her pregnant. Is it really a shitty thing to want to do? Granted, we are fucking married now and it’s appropriate in my family to have a ton of kids… Would it be a bad thing to hide her pills?
I want a baby. I want a family with her. The one thing that I’m having the issue with is the fact that my life with the Lucky Family is unexpected and it’s only a matter of time before the Grim Reaper comes knocking on my door. Does it make me a selfish asshole for wanting her to have my baby even though I know I could leave this earth?
Savannah
The new office that we were moving into should be almost completed. I haven't seen the building since I left for Mexico so I am hoping that these workers kept their promises and did their shit right.
I pulled my car into a spot right in front of the new building and grabbed Cherub. Sure, it wasn't professional to bring your dog to work. But, this is my business and I want to bring my dog.
Our new office was on the twelfth floor and I couldn't wait to make sure everything was set up right. Anne was in the hallway waiting for me with a new coffee for me.
"Oh, Annie. You spoil me!" I replied and took the cup. "Let's go check out our new digs!"
We walked into the office and the walls were painted the wrong color, the wood flooring was the wrong color and everything was set up wrong.
Everything is just fucking wrong.
I counted to ten and Anne gasped as she walked in. We both agreed on a dark chestnut floor and light sandalwood tan walls. This garbage was the complete opposite.
"Hey! Jason!" Anne screamed as she put her stuff down on a chair and stormed through the office. I watch as she strolls through in her sweat pants. It’s funny because she’s always so put together.
"Hello, ladies. I wasn't expecting you back so soon." This average height man was our contractor. He came highly recommended by the guys but so far all I have seen was incompetence.
"It’s been a week. Why are these colors wrong? We gave you strict color choices!" My best friend has been taken over by some alien or something. Anne's hormones must be going crazy because I have never seen her like this.
All right. It’s time to make my presence known. “Jason, this is not what we asked for.” Not going to lie, I would love to throw out the fact that my husband is Pop Moretti but I don’t.
The stout man looked at me as if I have three heads and the emotions of everything that happened in Mexico brew to a head. I felt the urge to rip him from limb to limb. “And you are?”
Jason had the audacity to ask me that? I’m the one that is paying him for this adventure and he doesn’t even know who I am? That is nuts. Before I could come unglued, I heard my phone buzz. I didn’t answer it because I have something I need to say to this dumb ass man. “You don’t know who I am?”
“Uh, no?” He at least had the decency to seem somewhat put off.
“I’m Savannah Ca- Moretti. This is my office with Anne. I’m your paycheck. You have two days to fix this.”
To my horror, tears began to fill my eyes and it made me more mad if possible. I don’t want to seem like a weak business woman and I have no idea why I’m so emotional.
I backed out of the room and bumped into a wall of muscle. Hands encased my waist and Vincent kissed my neck a couple of times. I melted into him and he started walking forward to Jason with me attached to him still.
Is it normal for your husband to still make your skin feel as if it’s drunk? He still sets me on fire. I’m wanting to ask these people to get the hell out of here so I can get on my knees and take my husband in my mouth.
Holy shit. When did I become so desperate? Oh yeah, when I met Vincent.
Using me as a shield, he shoots his arm past my waist and holds his hand out. “Vincent Moretti.”
Before this moment, I never understood the saying of seeing when a person gets what’s happening. Until now. Jason fully understood the connection and he’s now back tracking. “Jason Scotts. Nice to meet you.” His hand is swallowed by my husband’s and it makes me happy.
“I just wanted to make sure that my wife gets everything that she wants,” his voice is thick with his accent and I melt further into his body. I love his voice. It’s liquid sex to me. I align myself to his side because I need to draw the strength from him as much as possible.
While waiting to see if Jason has figured out who we are, I follow the contours of Vincent’s body and mold myself to his side. I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze. “So glad you could meet our construction worker, baby.” I am well aware that I am playing a dangerous game by introducing Jason and Vincent but it’s time for Jason to know that he is not going to play with Anne and I.
Vincent slings an arm around my shoulders and leads us to walk through the office. “This is not what we decided. Why are things different?” My husband says “we” because he is the one that decided to gift me my own business for our wedding present. It’s crazy to think of how generous he is being but according to Ronnie, he’s doing this to make me feel special.
Which he does every day that he’s not keeping something from me. Well, I don’t know if that is the right terminology. I know he can’t tell me too much due to the fact that I am his wife, but I wish he could tell me more about what is going on. I feel so out of the loop a majority of the time.
More and more, I wonder if I’m going to come home and have my world spun upside down due to all of these secrets that he has. I’m hoping that is not the case, but I never know. Anne and I are constantly worrying about the fact that we never know if they are going to be there when we get home.
Anne walks over and sticks her arm through Vincent’s elbow hooking them together. “I know. Somehow things weren’t done the right way.” My love pins both of our arms into his side as a sign of dominance. I don’t even think he realizes what he’s doing.
Why the hell does he smell like smoke?
The dumb ass contractor swallows his tongue and begins to stutter. “I’m sorry, I will fix it right away.” As if he realizes that he’s not messing with two naive girls, he’s decided to fix it.
Vincent tightens his hold on me and I know he’s using me to anchor him to the ground so he doesn’t come unglued. “You better. Come on, girls.”
We leave the office to let Jason fix his mistakes. I didn’t want to be in the office any longer and Cherub is barking at him in order to tell him that he’s not happy either. It’s funny to see him tell Jason off.
Vincent
I needed to further cement my alibi for today and I decided that I was going to stop in and see Savannah. She looked like she was pissed when I walked into the office and Cherub sat dutifully at her feet.
My alibi is needed because we have finally handled the Dice pro
blem. They have been fucking pissing me off so much lately and I’m getting sick and tired of them. So, what did I do, you ask? Let’s just say that there isn’t a building left for their inner gambling ring.
“All right, friends, let’s get the gasoline loaded into the van,” I call out as I slip my phone into my pocket. I stand up and adjust my coat while making sure that it is buttoned the right way. It is important to make sure that I am dressed appropriately, after all.
Sal sidles himself up next to me and slips a lighter into my hand. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod and take the lighter from him fully. It’s one of those zippo lighters that are used to start big fires. Personally, I am all about the one on one, but this situation is getting out of hand and it’s time to let the Dice know. “Yes, Sally Boy. It’s time to get everyone on the same fucking page.”