Aftermath Page 10

  There was movement. Nico was on his feet and she was up in his arms being carried to the cramped bulkhead. He turned sideways to slip through the stainless steel reinforced doors, mumbling under his breath in Italian about how utterly sexy she was. He had her against the door, working his hands in her underwear, touching her wetness and moaning like a hungry animal at the enticing dinner of a woman and she wiggled the flimsy garment to the floor. She reached for his belt buckle, moving with speed to loosen him from the captive material, but he couldn’t wait and undid the fasteners and yanked his pants down to his waist. Nico’s erection drew admiration and she licked her lips in anticipation and he went in without waiting. His dick teased the entry and she wanted to say stop fucking around and give me more, but to play the game, she murmured, “What happened to leaving sex out of it isn’t that what you said?”

  His large hands were on her ass and bringing her up against the door and her legs went naturally around his solid hips to grip hold. The giddiness from the hard organ rotating like a corkscrew against her vaginal walls as he ventured further caused Ariana to smile and hold his neck.

  “Goddammit Ari,” he groaned in frustration because he could not deny his desire and he kissed her mouth until his cut reopened and began to bleed. The damn woman sucked his wound. “This doesn’t mean anything, remember?”

  “No, it doesn’t mean anything,” she answered in his throat during the exchange of saliva and tongue. “Friends with benefits…the kids say nowadays.”

  “Ummm….the benefits are good.”

  “Oh goodness…they are fucking too good!”

  “Is this our physical contract counselor?”

  “Hell yes, but the terms –um are open for discussion –um Nico –um.” He was holding that dick back and hadn’t gone fully in and she wanted it all.

  “I want exclusive access to this pussy anytime and a key to the apartment.”

  “Goddamn you, that’s unfair terms, what will I get?” she asked with a whine when he soared a bit higher in her depths. She panted when shockwaves exploded across her skin at his carnal manipulations.

  “You get me…like this…isn’t that what you want?”

  He surged further up and she gasped, “Yes…yessssss!”

  Nico bounced her up more with his knee and the action loosened her lips from his as she groaned and clung tighter to his neck and wet his neck with her mouth.

  Ari’s perfume was an intense pheromone. She wanted to play games; well this one she would lose is what he thought. “No other man can have access Ari, just me. Those are the terms, sweetheart?”

  “You…you…can’t expect that and not give me the same.”

  “Agree and I’m all yours love…but once you do,” he pushed with fervor in and out like a goddamn piston and their bodies rocked the bulkhead door. “No backing out…counselor or I’ll fucking sue you!”

  A throaty chuckle occurred at the declaration. “Ex-wife reneges on an exclusive pussy promise…is that the headline?”

  “Um-hum.” Nico was on fire. He licked her ear, nibbled her earlobe and moaned, completely enraptured by Ari’s warmth. He wanted her to himself and would give up womanizing if she simply gave in.

  Come on Ari, drop the gavel and think with your heart!

  The sticky heaviness sucked her in and she gave way to it. He was winning with each strategic motion massaging her pussy with his sizeable penis. She could not refuse the man, damn! “Ooooh…shit…Nico…I want this dick so bad…oh…oh.”

  His mouth was in between her breasts and his hands knead and squeezed her perfect orbs of soft brown flesh. He ripped her thin bra easily for a taste of them and she gave him fire as she thrust her pelvis into his and squeezed during rotations on his swollen phallus.

  He deliberately sealed her closed with the entire length of his rod and she trembled with each sensually calculative thrust. A series of expletives were unleashed from the vixen and her tirade excited him more. “Nico…oh I need this dick bad baby. Ummm, yes Nico. Yes, yes I agree…Ooooh damn….oh fuck Nico…you don’t negotiate fairly…keep fucking me baby…I’m almost there…shit…baby…this feels so good…anything you want as long as you keep fucking me!”

  Their contract was airtight and he closed the deal with an explosion of liquid heat and the greedy woman’s pussy suctioned in every ounce of his cum. In this war, he emerged victorious. A killing man prefers not to talk. Ari lost the minute she thought to entice him with her weak flirtations. He’d seen straight through her ploy and considered ignoring her until he spied those damn breasts and then the game was on. Exclusive access and a key. She was a horrible negotiator under dick pressure. She’d given him carte blanche to fuck her anytime he wanted, and she couldn’t take off and run this time, he chuckled. He planned to take full advantage of what he won in the Mile High Screw Court!

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

   

   

   

   

  Sophie heard the commotion in the front of the house and excused herself from the kitchen where she’d been sharing with Maria the recipe for one of the dishes she admittedly liked. The children were asleep and the adults had gone off to who knows where, as adults often do.

  Before she reached the door, it flew open and Giuseppe came barreling through like a mad bull. He was topless and barefoot and one look at him confirmed Geovonna acted on her threat.

  The bodyguards moved in the house, looking from mother to son, waiting for instruction on what they should do and she waved them away with the flick of a hand. “Leave us!”

  “Mama,” her son said walking toward her, “who is my father?”

  “Carlo is your father.”

  His steps were those of a dangerous animal let free from its cage, stalking a prey. He held her gaze but in his approach, reached out and knocked the expensive vase Carlo had given her on their twentieth wedding anniversary off the marble stand in the hall. It crashed to the floor and shattered as did her heart.

  Maria ran from the kitchen and seeing the fury in the massive man, she hurried over but Sophie without hesitation waved her back. “No, Maria. Do not intervene. This is a day of reckoning for me. This is between me and my son.”

  Giuseppe continued forward, punching the wall and a priceless painting dropped and the frame cracked, but he did not care. He wanted the truth!

  Maria rushed to the kitchen and frantically searched in her purse for her phone to call her son. Alfonzo needed to be here, he would be able to calm the man, she believed with all her heart. They had a special bond those two.

  There were more crashes and a booming voice filled with rage that made her quake fearing for Sophie. Alfonzo was on the line and he heard it, too. When he told her he was returning, she tossed the phone down and went to Sophie’s aid.

  Mother and son were face to face. The man Giuseppe towered there, but Sophie was not a diminutive woman in stature or spirit and tilt her chin to her son’s angry face. “Luzo is your biological father, but Carlo is the man who loved you like his own son!”

  Maria dropped to the sofa.

  “Mama! Mama!” Giuseppe wailed and he too dropped, but it was on his knees in front of the woman he loved and trusted since he was born. His dark head drooped in abject defeat and his shoulders rose and fell as he cried, “Who am I mama…am I the bastard son of a lover who was my uncle? Tell me…what I am…do not lie anymore!”

  Sophie bent to touch him and he flinched. She straightened and cast her eyes to the ceiling looking for strength from above. It must have come because she spoke in a tone ethereal. Almost a whisper, one had to strain to hear,
“I was not married when Luzo and I loved. He was with Gina and their marriage was troubled. I loved him Giuseppe as I love you, but it is Carlo who won my heart. He knew, all these years he knew you were Luzo’s son, but he did not love you less or me. You were loved from the moment you came into the world. My crime is believing it would not matter who your biological father was when the man you called papa is who held and nurtured you like a son.”

  The manly sobs quieted and Giuseppe rose to his feet. “These years I have loved you were wasted on a mother-whore.”

  Sophie’s hand cracked across his face, but it did not stop his words.

  “You are a prostitute hidden inside the doors of a lovely estate with expensive things!”

  Another slap resounded, yet he failed to cease.

  “Your lies to me are the workings of a bitch more cunning than an assassin’s gun!”

  He let her slap at his face with both hands and none woke him from the nightmare of his life. He wanted the pain to go away and it grew into a fiery ball of anger that torched his flesh. When he looked at Maria, his eyes were sad, broken and in wretched sorrow said, “Alfonzo is lucky to have you. It is unfortunate that you are not my mother instead of this whore!”

  Sophie’s hand stilled in mid-air. She sighed and let it fall to her side in defeat. “You are my son and I will always love you Geo. Your words are my punishment.”

  He gave her a disgusted look and hurried from the house leaving Maria sitting in shock. Sophie fathered a child with Luzo. She couldn’t believe it. No wonder the woman wanted her gone. She wanted Luzo to herself. Maria clasped a hand over her mouth in mortification. How could this woman do this to her family, how could she?

  Maria leaped to her feet and slapped the pretty face, “You evil woman. You were not concerned for my safety, you lied. You wanted him…” Maria gripped her rosary beads for aid, “Tomorrow morning I am taking my family from this home. I will not allow them to be tainted by your wickedness!” Then she rushed upstairs and slammed the door and Sophie stood there.

  Alone.

   

   

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  Alfonzo had Lou turn around after receiving the frantic call from his mom, and then he put a call to guards to find out what the hell was going on. A dispute, involving Giuseppe and his mother. Whatever, altercation transpiring in his absence was his goddamn business, especially when his kids were under the same roof.

  Selange sat at his side, unusually quiet and when she said, “Alfonzo I need to tell you something.” He put up his hand to answer his ringing phone. “Hold on babe, one sec.”

  It was his mother, ranting in Spanish, requesting he have the pilot take their family home. He tried to calm her and she wouldn’t listen. The woman made no sense when she was mad. They were pulling into the driveway and he was out the car still clutching the cell to his ear. Men converged at his side, as if he required protection from what he’d see. The door was opened without his having to ask and he stepped in Sophie’s house, slipped his cell in his pocket and cursed, “What the hell is this?”

  Fragments of colorful glass were strewn on the floor and pictures were smashed. The place was a mess. He didn’t care to know the reason for Giuseppe’s outburst. What he did was unacceptable and Alfonzo saw red.

  Selange came running up behind him and he stopped her by putting out his arm and she was unable to pass. “Get somebody to clean this shit up before someone gets cut on the glass!” He said to the men in earshot.

  “Alfonzo, please we need to talk….” Selange’s distressed voice cried at his back.

  “Not now babe, watch out and don’t get cut. We’ll talk later. Vamanos Lou, let’s go find my motherfucking cousin!”

  He passed in a blur of dark shadow. The Armani three quarter length cashmere overcoat blending with the night. Selange closed her eyes and prayed he wouldn’t hurt Giuseppe, the man must have recently found out about Sophie’s lie. She was caught in the middle, a place she didn’t want to be. She stepped around the broken glass and went upstairs to check on the children. Thank God they were fast asleep. Later she found Sophie, sitting in her bedroom sifting through family photos with a wistful expression.

  “He called me a whore,” she said softly upon Selange’s entry. “My son called me a whore.”

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  CHAPTER TWELVE

   

   

   

   

  Giuseppe finished off the nasty Russian liquor then threw the empty bottle at the window and it shattered. He laughed. It was funny seeing how easily things can break, even people. He was cognizant of the bodyguards, yeah his protectors standing in the corner of the room. They kept their distance with emotionless faces as he vent through drink and destruction. Furnishings are replaceable but what about the spirit of a broken man?

  In his drunken state, thanks to the poisonous drink he wobbled about, pushing over anything in his way. A bull in a teashop his mother often scolded whenever they went shopping in one of her fancy stores when he was a child. He’d break things. He was a kid and those were accidents, his actions today were a deliberate rebellion against all of her rules.

  He flopped on the sofa, not feeling the broken glass in his feet or his heart skip a beat. The sadness sunk him low and the hard booze left him unable to think rationally. He saw the lights dancing up the drive. They’d come for him, his mother’s goons, to kill her only son. Giuseppe reached under the cushion of the sofa for his gun. The first bastard through that door he planned to put a bullet through his chest.

   

   

   

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  Alfonzo’s polished leather shoe touched the cobblestone, and then the other as he emerged from the car and surveyed the tinted window. A large gaping hole with spider web cracks ran the length of it and he frowned at the destruction Giuseppe unleashed.

  One of Giuseppe’s men came into view and Alfonzo asked, “How is he?”

  “Not good. He’s drunk.”

  “Make sure security’s tight around the house. Tell your guys, don’t slack off or they’ll answer to me, comprende?”

  “Yes, Mister Giacanti.”

  Alfonzo didn’t bother correcting him. Diaz he preferred, but presently he had no time for debates. Lou and another burly soldier flanked Alfonzo and waited for his instruction. “Lou, wait here. Don’t let anybody in that house; I don’t give a shit what you hear, understand me?”

  Lou nodded. “Yes, boss.”

  Alfonzo reached for his sidearm and gave it to Lou, “Hold that for me.” Then he marched to the door, twisted the knob and he heard Vincent in his head saying, “An angry drunk is a dangerous drunk. Always use precaution.”

  He listened to the advice and moved to the side of the door, twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. Gunshots rang out and they would have struck him had he remained there. “You’re shooting at your cousin now Geo, what happened to not getting shot?”

  “Alfonzo?”

  “Who else were you expecting?”

  “You should have told me it is you and I would not have shot at you!”

  “Can I come in?”

  “Of course…fratellino.”

  Alfonzo stepped into view. “Have you gone crazy, what the hell happened
cugino, eh?”

  Giuseppe scoffed, “My little brother…come here. Sit and drink with me.”

  Alfonzo spied the gun and the men in the shadows. Why hadn’t they removed the weapons, he wondered? He kicked aside broken glass, noticed the blood pouring from Giuseppe’s foot and said aloud to one of the bodyguards, “Bring a first aid kit.”

  Giuseppe slapped the cushion next to him. Red rimmed brown eyes laughed. His speech was slurred when he gave Alfonzo the news. “My mother is a whore Alfonzo. She lay with a married man and ‘voila’ here I am. Giuseppe, the son of a slut!”

  Alfonzo took a seat, keeping his eye on Giuseppe’s hand and the gun on his lap, “Nice piece. Do you mind if I put it away?”

  Giuseppe did not protest when Alfonzo quickly removed the weapon, took out the magazine clip and sat it on the coffee table, then relaxed. “It’s disrespectful to call your mother vile names Geo. Censor your mouth in front of the guys.”

  “Eh, bull. She is what she is.”

  “What’s going on that’s making you talk this way?”

  “Did you not understand…Carlo is not my real father…we share the same father you and I. The great Luzo Palazzo was a busy man.”

  Alfonzo crossed his leg. The news shocking, yet not earth shattering. Luzo Palazzo was the whore, not the women in his opinion. In any event, he and Giuseppe inherited similar traits.

  The first-aid kit arrived and Alfonzo told Giuseppe to raise his foot and the drunk man put the bloody thing right on the knee of Alfonzo’s Norwegian tweed pants. He shook his head, gripped the man’s large foot and yanked two pieces of glass out then applied antiseptic. He bound it with gauze like a pro and ordered the guard to get someone to clean the place up. “Matter of fact, you do it!”

  I almost had my fucking head blown off. That’s right you clean the shit up, dumb prick!

  Lou and his men would’ve been on top of things. Hell, Lou, Vincent and his entire crew wouldn’t have stood by as he got wasted like that and not put away his goddamn guns!

  That’s the type of soldiers he had watching his back. These guys weren’t up to the task. When Giuseppe sobered, he’d advise him to give these guys a lesser assignment. Matter-of-fact, he’d take care of it before he departed.