by Olivia Harp
Beast stood up, Mills grabbed her by the waist and kept going, leaning forward to kiss and bite and suck at her breasts. She was perfect. She was his. She belonged to him, forever. He would take care of her, make her happy.
“Oh God,” she blurted out, her sex going tight on his cock, “I missed you so much.”
Beast pushed her forward, hard again. They had waited too long. Now they couldn’t hold back. It was the price they had to pay.
“You’re mine,” Beast grunted.
“Yes!”
She closed her eyes, Mills caressed all of her body.
Beast pushed her forward again, Jena stopped breathing for an instant, she knew what was coming.
“Fuck me, Sebastian…” she said, “make me yours, Beast!”
Mills had to be the one who made her come this time. He embraced her and entered her deeper, his waist softly grinding her nub, driving her crazy.
“Ow!” She yelled, as Beast positioned himself behind, his cock pressing against her hole. It was what they had dreamed for months now.
Only this was much, much better.
Chapter 36
Jena
Beast put his cockhead on her hole, Jena was dripping wet now, her lust slid down her legs and ass, down to Mills and the carpet.
Jena turned to see Beast, the man had an orgasm just two minutes ago.
“You’re ready again?”
“It’s your fault,” he said, lying over her, his cock entering her body from behind, sliding deliciously inside.
All the pain, all the worries, they didn’t exist. It was only here, in this moment, that she knew that all that mattered were her men, and they were safe, just like she would be from now on.
She had both of her men inside, bringing her closer and closer to heaven, the electric rippling of her orgasm building up higher and higher, as she felt her men’s rods pressed against each other, separated by a thin layer of muscle.
“I love you,” she said, “I love you!”
She wanted more, and her words made her men go crazy. They fucked her harder than they ever had, and it was all that she needed.
To be between them, to feel their hot skin against her own, to feel their seed filling her inside, to touch them and be touched by them.
They yelled at the same time and the moment their hot cum entered her, she had another orgasm. It was the longest, hardest, wildest one yet.
Their three yells fused into one echoing roar, her body trembled hard, she could only see white, blind with pleasure and love.
She didn’t know how long she was up there, in heaven, with her men.
Next thing she noticed, she was laying down, her body between them, all of them breathing hard and fast, completely exhausted.
“I love you,” she whispered.
They held her hands.
“I love you too,” they said at the same time.
The wait had been worth it.
* * *
“The neighbors are going to hate me so much,” Jena uttered, barely able to speak. She couldn’t go on, her strength was gone. They’d been doing it again and again all night.
The bed felt cozier than ever. Incredible how being with the people you love makes everything so different.
“Why?” Mills said, smirking, “it’s only four in the morning, not like they’re sleeping.”
They laughed.
“Wait,” Jena said, “is it really four?”
Beast picked up his phone from the bedside table. It read 4:09 A.M.
“Oh, God, no!”
“What’s the matter?” Mills asked.
“I have to go to work at seven thirty.”
“No, you don’t.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Yes I do, and I will, I haven’t forgiven you yet.”
Beast held her hand.
“We know we fucked up, but it was the only way.”
“We had to make sure you were going to be safe.”
“What did you do? Why did you take so—?”
“The only thing we could do.”
Jena went stiff.
“Tell me.”
The guys fell quiet for a full minute.
Darkness embraced them, the sound of their breathing filled the air. She didn’t pressure them into talking. She knew she didn’t have to.
“Someone was bound to come for you, for us, sooner or later,” Beast started, “it was too risky to just leave everything behind.”
“The past always catches up with you, especially in the mafia business.”
“With the boss dead, there was only one way to get away clean.”
“Kill them all.”
Jena stopped breathing.
“What?”
“The head of the family was dead, we took care of the rest.”
“Our final job.”
“The Salianis will self destruct, we made sure the Carontes wouldn’t make it as an organization.”
“Then we went to the cops and ratted everyone out.”
Beast laughed.
“Funny. We started out as hit men, taking out the rats and snitches—”
“And we ended up becoming them.”
“We made sure the police and all the news outlets got enough evidence to take anyone related with the Carontes to prison.”
“It felt good, actually.”
“Yeah. This is what freedom tastes like. Nothing on our shoulders.”
“A fresh start.”
“All that life behind.”
Jena couldn’t reply. It was too much information. Her two men were deadlier than she imagined.
“You must have been scared.”
Beast held her hand.
“The only thing that scared me was our sins catching up with you.”
“The people we took out, they had it coming.”
“They all deserved it. Killers, directly or indirectly. All of them.”
“We let innocent people live.”
“They don’t know it, of course, never will. They think we died in a shootout, protecting one of the family heads.”
“But that’s in the past,” Jena finally said, her hand tightening on her men, “we’ll have to find you something else to do.”
“Well,” Beast said, “I’ve always been into painting myself.”
She chuckled, “painting? Are you serious?”
“He’s getting good at it,” Mills said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, he can draw stick figures almost perfectly now.”
“Fuck off,” Beast said with a smirk.
“I’m going to take a vacation, then think what to do next.”
“Cool. You take as long as you want mister, but when you come back—”
“What? What do you mean?”
“When you come back from your—”
“You’re coming with me.”
“What?”
“Yes. I mean, we’re all going. There’s no way we’re not going together, what kind of lame vacation is that?”
“But I have to go to—”
“Jena,” Beast interrupted, “we didn’t risk everything so you could keep working in a coffee store.”
“Unless it’s yours.”
“Well, I’m not going to take your money and start another business, just to see it fail—”
“You can’t take all the money,” Beast said, “not even if you wanted to.”
“Eight hundred thousand is more than enough but it won’t last forever guys.”
The men stared at each other.
“We sent you that so you could live comfortably. You didn’t take a cent.”
“Not until you came back.”
“Well, it’s a little bit more than that now.”
Her eyes widened.
She didn’t reply. More than eight hundred—
“Your fault girl, you could have been living like a queen.”
The guys couldn’t stop smiling.
“I wanted you. Not th
e money.”
“Well, you have both now.”
“It’s all yours.”
“No,” she said, but her voice was breaking.
“You’ll quit tomorrow,” Beast said, “we’ll go on vacation, then we will figure out how to spend twenty four million dollars.”
Jena felt like fainting, she didn’t even reply.
“We could live off the interest, but I want to invest,” Mills said.
“Besides, we still have a few houses we can either sell or rent—”
“Guys,” Jena whispered.
“Yes?” They said at the same time.
“How?”
Beast shrugged, “we got a few kilos of pure, unadulterated dope from the Salianis warehouse, that was about ten million.”
“The rest is savings, and well, we took a little extra for our retirement when we finished wrapping up our business.”
“The police will—”
“It’s all clean. We’re not that dumb.”
Mills kissed her cheek.
“Don’t worry babe,” he said with a sigh, his voice trailing off, “you’re safe now, we made sure…”
“All clean…” Beast whispered, closing his eyes.
“It’s a new start,” Mills said, kissing her on the forehead.
Beast began snoring. Jena smiled, they looked so tired. She snuggled between them, just like she used to. Their arms went around her in a half embrace. Her heart beat so hard in her chest she thought she was going to wake them up.
Her uniform was in the living room room, lying in the floor, her blouse ripped in half.
She just wanted to be with them, and here they were, after so long. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“I love you,” Beast said, waking up for an instant, kissing her on the shoulder.
Mills said it too, half asleep, “I love you, Jena, I love you…”
This was a fresh start. A new life with the men who completed her. They were supposed to be cold and ruthless but she knew better. They risked everything for her.
I don’t deserve this.
She was lucky. The luckiest girl in the world. She would love them forever, and never let them go again.
The warm touch of their skin made her tremble, their soft breathing in the dark like a lullaby.
This was heaven. Being with them was heaven. Life was going to change again tomorrow, and she knew in her heart that their story was only beginning.
She was so tired now. She started drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face.
This is it. This is what true love feels like.
Epilogue
Mills
— Five Years Later —
“Where do you want this, dear?” Beast said as he carried three huge boxes behind the counter.
Jena handed a teenage girl her chocolate muffin and turned to Sebastian.
“Just put it in the back, I’ll take out what we need later.”
It was almost closing time. Andrea, one of her employees, was cleaning the last tables before leaving for the night.
It turns out Jena really was a good entrepreneur. She just needed a bit of extra cash for marketing and promotion.
Three years after opening, this was one of the most succesful coffee houses in the city. Not only because of the taste —and they really made a difference in that area— but also the vibe.
They held open mics every Wednesday, comedy shows on Saturdays. Thursdays were quiet nights and a cool Jazz band played every Friday.
Mills and Sebastian helped dealing with suppliers, and she always included them before deciding something big, like setting up a franchise or not.
Not yet. We said that this was just for fun, it’s not like we need the money.
They sure didn’t. They flipped some houses, mansions, most of them, then invested more heavily in real state. Their net worth was nearing hundred million dollars. Life was good.
More than good. It’s perfect.
The door opened, she looked up, thinking Mills had arrived, but it was a young, bald guy with heavily tattooed arms.
He looked so familiar.
Where have I seen you before?
“Good evening,” Beast said, and the man nodded, walking up to the counter.
“Babe,” he continued, “do you want to check the coffee beans? The boxes felt kind of light, I don’t know if they sent us everything we ordered.”
“What? Really?”
Jena walked into the inventory room while Beast handled the cashier. Both of her men knew the in and outs of her business.
“Black coffee, please,” she heard the tattooed man say. Beast turned around to make it.
“How about a carrot pie with that?”
The man made a noise, thinking about it, then said “sure.”
She counted all the sealed bags of beans. It was all there.
Where have I seen that man before?
“Busy night?” Beast asked.
Jena turned to see the man shrugging, his tattoos… where—?
Fear coursed through her veins. It was him. Him.
The man who escaped from her coffee shop five years ago. The only one who made it out alive.
Her heart began to race, every hair on her body raising in fear, she stopped breathing.
He was Enrico Saliani’s bodyguard. And now he was here. She wanted to warn Beast, but fear took a hold of her, she was paralyzed.
“Here you go,” Beast said after taking the man’s cash and giving him change.
“No, it’s fine, keep it,” he told him and turned around.
The man eyed her. She was helpless, crouching a few feet away from him. She knew he saw the fear in her eyes.
“New shipment?” The man asked, Beast never stopped looking at him. Beast doesn’t know who he is.
“I—” she began saying.
“Straight from Italy,” Beast replied.
“Cool,” he said taking a sip of his coffee, “it’s great, thank you.”
Beast nodded, a smile never leaving his face.
Jena was still on the edge. Beast offered her his hand.
“You’re shaking,” he said.
“I—”
The man opened the door just as Mills came into the café.
“Hey,” Mills said, dressed as sharply as ever, wearing a suit and a tie. He looked like a hot shot lawyer from a TV show.
Tattooed guy turned to let him through and walked away into the night.
“Are you guys ready?” Mills asked, walking to the counter.
“That man…” Jena whispered, “he—”
“The one that got away,” Mills said with a smile.
“The one… You recognized him?” Jena asked.
“We never forget any face,” Beast replied, cleaning the counter.
“Can’t afford it.”
“But, isn’t it dangerous to—?”
“No,” Beast replied, “he was shitting his pants.”
“How do you know?”
Beast smiled, “he was trembling, trying hard not to speak, trying to appear normal, his whole body stiff, didn’t make eye contact. I even sold him a carrot pie, I knew he wasn’t going to say no.”
Mills laughed, “you evil motherfucker.”
“It was an easy sale—”
“But guys—”
Beast put his arm around her, “you’re safe, honey, don’t worry about it.”
“Besides, he’s out of the business now.”
She stared at Mills her eyes full of questions.
He just shrugged, “you don’t think we got to where we are just because we’re lucky, right?”
“No loose ends,” Beast said.
She was almost trembling now. She didn’t want the past to come breaking into their perfect lives.
“Are you going after him?”
“That’s in the past, babe.”
She breathed out loudly, still afraid.
“Honey,” Mills said, “have we ever lied to you?”
> She shook her head.
“That man is a teacher now, after his brush with death, he changed his life for the better. He knew he wouldn’t get another chance.”
“How do you know?”
“No loose ends.”
“I thought you—”
“We never left anyone alive? We’re not monsters.”
She smiled.
“He’s doing okay, we won’t see him again. He wants to forget.”
“It’s just us now,” Beast said, “forever.”
She took a deep breath.
“Okay.”
They were telling the truth. They were different men now. They took her all over the world, showered her with gifts, and most importantly, love.
And oh my God, the love making.
It had only gotten better through the years.
The boys were insatiable. They could never get enough of her, and neither did she. It was like a mutual addiction.
The door opened again, it was the man again. He stood at the doorway, his eyes shifting around.
“Spit it out,” Mills said, completely calm.
“I just… I just wanna say—”
The words got caught up in his throat.
“Yes?” Mills followed.
“I’ve changed. I…”
He wiped tears off his eyes.
“I’ve got a wife… and two kids! Please—”
“We know, Jimmy,” Beast said, “twins.”
The man stiffened when he heard his name.
“Don’t worry. The past is the past. Have a good life.”
He nodded, looking down.
“Thanks,” he said, “thank you.”
She could see him smiling, grateful for this opportunity. The two men who destroyed the biggest mafia families in Chicago forgave him. He looked at them for the last time, gave them a nod, and walked away, his gait more relaxed. As if They lifted a huge weight off his shoulders.
“Do you want to get something for dinner?” Beast asked.
The past was gone, forever. Her men had changed, no more violence, no more hate, no more pain.
“Sure!” She replied, “What’s on your mind?”
Beast held her hand as they walked outside the shop.
“What about kebabs?” Mills asked.
Jena laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
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