The Miracle Baby Box Set: Volume One: Books 1 - 4

by Hamel, B. B.

  He looks down at himself and laughs. “I’m not. Well, come on in, you two.” He walks away from the door and back into the darkness of the kitchen.

  I glance at Alexa, sigh, and follow Toddy. We head inside and she shuts the door behind us.

  It reeks of vomit, alcohol, and body odor as we head inside. This house used to be a good place for me, the place where I grew up with my mother, but now it’s nothing but a tomb for my father. Alexa scrunches up her face but doesn’t comment on the smell.

  There’s a lamp knocked over in the hallway and a shotgun propped up against the wall next to it. I’m guessing Toddy was a second from blowing us to smithereens with that thing before I yelled out. I grab the gun, break it open, and unload it before we get into the kitchen.

  Toddy’s sitting at the table, nursing a drink. He grins and motions for us to join him. Alexa sits down at the other end of the table, frowning a little bit, but I stay standing.

  “Have a drink, girl,” Toddy says. “Come on now. Remember what I did for you?”

  “You didn’t rat her out, that’s all you did,” I snap at him.

  He winks at me and looks back at Alexa. “Come on, a drink.”

  “I’m pregnant,” she reminds him. “With your grandchild.”

  “Right, right, that.” He makes a face. “A little alcohol never hurt anybody, right? Not even a baby. Have a little, it’s good for you.”

  “That’s literally the exact opposite of what she should do,” I say.

  “No, thank you, Mayor Weaver.” Alexa sounds polite, which clearly Toddy likes, because he beams at her.

  “Well, at least you’re still respectful, unlike my ungrateful son over here.”

  “Here we go,” I grumble. “How many times am I going to be subjected to this bullshit rant, Toddy?”

  “Until you really hear it,” he snaps, then quickly calms down. “You see, Alexa, I gave my son everything. And as soon as my son was able, he turned his back on me.”

  I sigh and finally sit at the table. “What you always conveniently forget is that you didn’t raise me. You were drunk, absent, and violent sometimes. You were a roadblock, not a help.” I hold up my hand before he can interrupt. “Yes, you paid for shit, but that’s all you were good for. You were just a wallet because you refused to be anything else.”

  Toddy gives Alexa a look. “This kid, right? Expects the world.”

  “I expected a sober father that was around more than once or twice a week to terrorize me and mom.”

  “Do we have to do this again?” Toddy asks suddenly. “I mean, have this fight?”

  “No,” I say, clenching my jaw. “I tried to avoid it.”

  “Well, here’s to your mother, may her soul rest in peace.” Toddy downs the rest of his glass and pours another, sloshing a bit onto the table.

  I want to reach across the table and strangle him to death. I can’t believe he even mentioned my mom like that. I’ve pretty much blamed him for her death, although I know that isn’t true. Still, part of me thinks that if she had a real husband that wasn’t involved with the mob and was always fucking around on her then she wouldn’t have died at all.

  I know that’s absurd, but in the moment, it makes perfect sense to me. And to hear him toast to my mom’s memory… it enrages me so much.

  I’m halfway to standing, but suddenly I feel Alexa’s hand on my leg. I pause, half up. Toddy doesn’t notice, he’s busy drinking more whisky. I look at her and she shakes her head, meeting my gaze.

  I look back at her and my anger slowly dissipates. This is exactly the sort of thing that Toddy would do, and I’m trying to be better than that. Trying and failing, but I’m trying, which is more than he ever did.

  “Nice to have you kids in here,” Toddy says, his voice thick with whisky now. I can’t even guess how much he’s had to drink before we showed up, but he’s not slowing down, that’s for sure. He drinks half his glass. “Been lonely, hiding out from the mob.”

  “You know you can’t hide forever.”

  “Oh, sure, sure,” he says, laughing. “But I’m the damn mayor. What can they do?”

  “Kill you,” I say seriously.

  “Nah,” he responds, laughing. “Alexa saw. They just choke me a bit, but they always stop before I pass out. Can’t have the mayor dying by accident.”

  He cackles drunkenly and I feel Alexa flinch next to me. I sigh, grab the whisky bottle, and pour him some more. I grab myself a glass and pour a little.

  “To surviving the mob,” I say.

  He grins at me. “That’s the spirit.”

  He downs his full glass and I sip mine. I glance at Alexa and she gives me a tight smile. I think she knows what I’m trying to do.

  I get Toddy talking, and I keep his glass full. He talks about the early days of running for mayor, how he had to pay off all these insiders. He slowly gained more and more popularity in the polls and the establishment was basically forced to accept him. From there, Toddy’s been a force and he never looked back.

  He loves to brag, my father, and he loves to drink. Put the two together, and he can’t stop himself. It doesn’t take long before his stories become less focused, more rambling, his voice thick with drink, his eyes even less focused.

  His eyes droop, and he pushes the nearly empty bottle away. “Feeling tired,” he grumbles. “You two, go ahead and drink up without me. Gonna nap real fast. Be up soon.”

  He puts his hand down on his arms and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he’s snoring deeply.

  I get up from the table and Alexa follows me. “Is he down?” she asks.

  “For a while,” I say.

  She sighs. “What do you think?”

  I turn to her. “I think we should grab whatever looks valuable and get the fuck out of here.”

  She stares at me for a second without saying anything before she bursts out laughing. I grin at her and pull her close against me. I softly kiss her lips and she kisses me back without hesitation.

  “Let me show you something,” I say softly when we break apart.

  “Yeah?” she asks, grinning. “You gonna take me up into your old bedroom?”

  I nod seriously, not breaking eye contact. “That’s right,” I say. “And you better be quiet. But I suspect you won’t be able to.”

  She blushes and I take her by the hand, leading her toward the stairs.

  19

  Alexa

  His old bedroom is pretty much bare except for some sports posters on the walls and a simple queen-sized bed. There’s a desk pushed against one wall and a dresser, but otherwise it’s barren, like his father threw away anything personal a long time ago.

  He shuts the door behind us as I turn to him. “This is it?” I ask.

  “This is it,” he confirms. “This is where all the magic happened.”

  “I bet teenage-Elias would be losing his shit just to have a girl up here.”

  He grins at me. “I was cleaning up as a teenager. Maybe when I was like ten.”

  I roll my eyes. “You were always such a stud, huh?”

  “Exactly.” He steps up to me, pulling me by the hips, pressing his body close to mine. “Want to find out?”

  “Yes,” I say, my voice a hoarse whisper, and he kisses me again, this time more slowly, more passionately.

  I know this is strange. His father is passed out drunk downstairs, possibly suicidal, possibly violent, who knows? Definitely self-destructive. This house is so empty and yet so full of memories, and I know he hates it here, and yet he kisses me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to touch me. There’s something so seductive and addicting about it. I know it’s a little wrong, but I still can’t help myself.

  I let him pull my shirt off and kiss my neck before he pushes me back down on the bed. I watch as he unbuckles his jeans and I hurry to get mine off. I’m impatient for him and he smirks as I get them off. When I’m finished, he’s in nothing but his boxer briefs as he leans over top of me, kissing my lips, his hand
in my hair. I pull him closer as his other hand slides down between my legs. I groan as he slowly begins to rub my pussy over my panties. I’m dripping wet already and they’re ruined, but I couldn’t care less as he pushes them aside, fingers deftly working me, making my back arch.

  “Do you like this?” he whispers. “Do you want me to get you off right here in my old bedroom with my piece of shit dad passed out downstairs?”

  I groan a little as he slides his fingers inside of me. “Yes,” I admit. “God, yes.”

  “It’s dirty and it’s hot,” he whispers in my ear. “And that’s why you like it. You want it to be a little wrong.”

  “No,” I whisper, but I know he’s right.

  His other hand slowly moves down to my throat just as his fingers press deep into my pussy, pulsing and sliding, fucking me and making me groan.

  “You love it,” he says. “This right here, this is what you really want from me. You want me to put another fucking baby inside of you, and I’m going to.”

  I gasp as he kisses me, fingers deep in my pussy, and I know I’m totally lost. He pulses his fingers again before sliding back down to his knees, face between my knees. He pulls my panties off and I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the side as his tongue finds my clit, lapping me up, licking and sucking, making me gasp.

  He’s right, I know he’s right. I want him to fuck me and get me pregnant over and over and over, and how fucked up is that? God, it feels so good to be such a dirty girl like this. I reach down and grasp his hair, pulling it tight as he tongues me, fingers still inside of me, licking and sucking and fucking and making me moan so loud and deep that I think his father might wake up downstairs.

  But I don’t have time to worry about that, because he pulls back, grabbing my hips, and turns me around. He gets me on all fours, makes me look over my shoulder at him, and slowly presses his cock between my legs.

  I groan as he fills me from behind. I fall forward, face in the covers, breathing in the smell of detergent and the accumulation of years living in his room. I groan as he slowly starts to fuck me, sliding in and out, stretching me apart, breaking me to pieces.

  I grip the covers hard with my fists as he slaps my ass. “I love this pussy,” he says. “I’ve never had a fucking tight pussy like this one. It’s trying to rip me apart, you know that? And I want it to, god, it feels so fucking good.”

  He slaps my ass hard again, pulls my hair, makes me grunt. Pleasure and pain and confusion and intensity all well up inside of me and make me moan. It’s so intense I can barely breathe as he pulls me up against him, making me turn to kiss him, his cock buried inside of me.

  He starts to grind and fuck me again, pushing me forward, fist in my hair. He pulls it back tight, rocking his hips, sliding his thick cock in and out of me. Pleasure rips through me now and I buck my hips back against him. My nipples are hard and my pussy’s dripping wet, making it easy for his big cock to slide in and out, pushing deeper, making me groan.

  He pulls back suddenly and grabs my hips, lying down on the bed and pulling me on top. I spin around, letting him see my ass as I straddle his hips. He grunts and slaps me as I slide down onto his cock, taking him deep and tightening my thighs.

  I close my eyes, enjoying his pressure, before I start to ride him faster. I work my hips back and forth, up and down, rocking around on his cock, feeling him fill me. His hands run down my back, fingers digging into my skin as I keep going, faster and faster. I’m sweating, moaning, out of my mind with pleasure and joy.

  He pulls me back and thrusts inside. I let him fuck me like that, his hands in my hair, my hands supporting myself on his body. He fucks me hard before pushing me off, onto my side.

  He pushes up against me and lifts my top leg. He slides himself inside of me and fucks me from behind like that, leg in the air, one hand on my throat and the other on my thigh.

  I groan, hair thrown back, pussy pulsing with him. He fucks me rough and grunts in my ear. “Every second I’m inside of you is the best second of my life,” he whispers in my ear. “God damn, I want to fill you up, make you scream.”

  He shifts again, this time getting me on my back. His hands on my breasts, his lips on my neck, his cock slowly sliding between my legs. He moves my hands up above my head and pins them there before he starts to fuck me faster again, pleasure blooming deep and slow.

  I move my hips against him and I grind my clit. I can feel it building, that intensity, the passion. I know I’m going to come and can’t help myself. His eyes are burning with need and I know he’s close too.

  “Go ahead,” he says. “I can see it in your face. I can hear your moans getting louder. Come for me, you fucking dirty girl. Come for me.”

  I groan and gasp and say his name as he fucks me rough, like an animal, my hands pinned down. I’m controlled, completely exposed to him, and he leans down to bite my nipple and tease me, hips still rocking, cock still thrusting. I let him pin me there, completely dominated and controlled, as my orgasm consumes me.

  I lose track of time and events as I come, the pleasure pulsing all through me. I feel him coming too, although distantly. He fills me, hot and fast, and we come together, slowly fucking and moving and writhing as the orgasms overwhelm us both.

  We finish together and collapse onto the bed, a tangle of sheets and sweat and bodies. He holds me tight, kissing my neck, lips near my ear.

  “I meant it,” he whispers. “Every word.”

  I nuzzle tight against him, terrified of how I feel. It’s like everything that’s been happening is starting to make sense, even if nothing is resolved. It’s like this baby inside of me, this man pressed against me, it was all meant for something. It was meant for me, to make me better, to make me happy.

  I’ve been so afraid of him, afraid of taking what he’s offering me. I’ve been afraid of a future that I thought I could never have, but now that it’s here, now that I’m in his childhood bed, letting him hold me, letting his words ring through my ears… I know I shouldn’t be afraid. Even if this is dangerous, I shouldn’t be afraid.

  He wants to put another baby in me. He wants to do this for real, to make this longterm. That’s how I interpret his words at least. He’s done nothing but show me his sincerity and try to get to know me, and it’s time that I let down my walls.

  I look up into his gorgeous eyes and kiss him softly. “We should go before your father wakes up,” I say.

  He grins. “Yeah. Guess so. But I’d rather stay right here for a while.”

  I kiss him again. “Me, too.”

  “Really, though. On the way out, grab whatever looks valuable. That asshole won’t notice.”

  I laugh again, kiss him again, and decide to do whatever he tells me to.

  20

  Elias

  I wasn’t kidding when I told Alexa to grab something valuable. I end up with an antique vase I know is worth some money plus a couple of my father’s Rolex watches. She watches while I grab the stuff, shaking her head, but she doesn’t stop me.

  We leave the house not too long later. Toddy’s still asleep on the kitchen table. I check to make sure he’s alive, and I’m actually a little disappointed when he’s still breathing.

  We head back to my house, although we stop off to pawn the watches first. I get a few hundred for them, which is good. I’ll find a real buyer for the antique vase when I get a chance, or maybe I’ll just throw it up on eBay and see what that gets me.

  I’m in a good mood when we head back to my house, but I shouldn’t be. I don’t know why I let my guard down on that car ride. Maybe it’s because Alexa was holding my hand, a smile on her face, still flushed from the sex we had earlier. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the orgasm, or just my overwhelming desire for her. Whatever it is, I’m totally caught off-guard when we find several black SUVs parked outside my shop as we drive down the street toward my little house.

  I slow and come to a stop. Alexa’s grip on my hand tightens. “Is that them?” she asks.

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sp; I nod, frowning, staring at the cars. “It’s them,” I say.

  “What do they want?”

  “We’ll have to go find out.”

  “Right now?”

  “Right now,” I say, nodding. “No use going back to my place, they’ll just follow and probably be more pissed off.”

  “Yeah.” She looks away. “Should I be afraid?”

  “No,” I say. “I promise.”

  I pull the truck into the lot outside the shop and kill the engine. The SUVs are all empty, which means the guys are inside. Tentatively, I go toward the front door. It opens as we approach, and Jimmy looks out at us.

  “Well, well, well,” he says, grinning huge. “I fucking knew it.”

  I glance back at Alexa then to Jimmy. “What’d you know, Jimmy?”

  “You and the girl. I knew she was involved.”

  “You got me, Jimmy. She’s my girl.”

  His laughter is harsh. “Doesn’t matter, I guess. The old man wants to see you.”

  I stop dead in my tracks. “Raymond’s here?”

  “Yeah, he’s fucking here, what’d I just say?”

  “Shit,” I say, which makes Jimmy grin bigger.

  “Better not make him wait,” Jimmy says, stepping aside.

  I walk into my shop, Alexa close behind me. Jimmy closes the door as we pass and follows, near on Alexa’s heels.

  “I knew you were involved,” he whispers to her. “Should’ve hurt you back then, but I guess I’ll get another chance soon.”

  I look back at Jimmy. “Threaten her again and I’ll break you, little boy.”

  He grins at me but doesn’t argue. I know it’s probably an empty threat, considering my workshop is full of mafia muscle, but I can’t let him talk to Alexa like that.

  I can see the fear in her eyes, but I keep a brave face on. I can’t let her see the fear inside of me. I have to hold this together for both of us.

  There are eight guys in the room, including Raymond Costa himself. Raymond is seated on a stool, holding a cane in one hand, wearing a gray windbreaker, dark blue slacks, and reading glasses. His hair is thin and gray and he looks like a normal grandfather, except I know what he really is.