I HAD SEX with Marcus Salvatore. More than once, and it was still as mind-blowing as I remembered from all those years ago. In six hours, I had orgasmed more than 7 times. I couldn't believe it. That the man I had always loved and hated at the same time was with me, even though his arms were wrapped around me protectively and his soft breaths feathered the nape of my head. My anger at him did not last at all after he came back to the room and undid his bathrobe. It was almost impossible to stay mad at that perfect gift of God's creation. I snorted at myself lightly. When did I get so poetic? I shifted slightly, pressing myself closer to his naked body. Why was I even angry in the first place? I was eventually going to end things with Joe, although not in this manner, but I must admit to myself that Marcus saved me from the stress. I felt quite bad for Joe. I sighed heavily. I did not know what this sex with Marcus meant. Are we back together? Was this a one-time thing? Or was I
JERRY COULD NOT quite understand Melissa's sudden obsession with bringing her husband's family "to the ground" but he did not have a choice or need to voice his opinion on the matter, so he simply nodded and bowed. Sometimes he questioned his sanity at why he remained loyal to Melissa, maybe it was because of her father. He never forgot how Mr. Chen had brought out hack from the bricks of death on the streets of Thailand. His loyalty to the man extended to his family members... including Melissa, whom Mr. Chen had personally placed in Jerry's arms for safekeeping. He waited to know if she had any more assignments for him, when he saw that there were none, he bowed again and walked out of the indoor pool. Heading out, he crossed paths with Marcus Salvatore. He stepped to the side as a sign of respect as the man passed by. Sometimes, he wondered where his boss's hatred started brewing from. From what he could see and tell, Marcus Salvatore was a seemingly decent man. He sighed and shr
HOW CAN good news come in such tumultuous times? I asked myself repeatedly as I sat on the soft leather chair in the doctor's office. Maybe it's exactly what I need. Something good to remove my mind from the doubts I had been feeling for the past few weeks about my stance with Marcus."Ms. Bennett?" The doctor's soft voice roused me from my reverie.I looked up. "I heard you doctor," I said."Congratulations," The chubby doctor said. He reached across his table and took a piece of paper. "I am going to write a prescription of iron tablets for you," He scribbled across the paper. "And don't forget to register for your antenatal care, okay?"I nodded numbly as I collected the paper."Is the father in the picture?" The doctor asked.I hesitated for half a second, not knowing how to answer the question. But then I nodded. "Yes, he is."The doctor smiled, "Good. My regards to him and my congratulations to him."I stood up."Don't forget to stop by the desk nurse."I nodded as I walked out
FIVE YEARS LATER…I pressed my horn loudly. "Hey! That was my lane!" I yelled. The yellow sedan swerved, overtaking my car. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I snarled under my breath as I resigned to driving calmly behind the car that had just entered my path. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost the school's closing time and I still had a long way to go. Damn Olivia! When will you ever schedule your activities right? I asked myself as I stepped on the gas. Maybe never. Jake, my son, had just entered kindergarten class last summer and he's growing every second. I had received several warnings from his teachers about my picking habit. Well, I agree, I tend to be late on some days. Most days. I rolled my eyes. But it was because I had a lot to do. Being a single mom is a really hectic task, combine that with my catering business and I barely have enough time for myself, let alone to remember to pick up my toddler. Maybe I should hire someone to pick up Jake every afte
"ARE YOU SURE he's still there?" Marcus asked. The men around him nodded. "Yes sir. We told our man to keep an eye on Giovanni's son." Marcus nodded. They were in a brown colored van, heading towards where a rival family's son was spotted. "There is still time to turn back, Marcus," Julian leaned and whispered to Marcus who shrugged him off. "Did you tell your father about this operation?" Marcus chuckled, "My father is getting old. He should not be disturbed with trifle matters such as this.""You call going to kill a boy a trifle matter?" Julian asked. Marcus looked away without answering. The van screeched to a stop just outside a Cafe and the men hopped out with their guns concealed within their jackets. The street and front of the Cafe were almost empty, the few people around did not glance at the men. Marcus gave an inconspicuous sign, telling the men to go around and surround the Cafe. The information said that their target was inside. "You don't have to be here, sir,
"Jake, Watch the door for our guest!" I yelled from my room.I heard the platter of feet as my son rushed to the window. He seemed happier for the past week. He smiled more often and was more cheerful. I was finally glad to see that he wasn't so keen to bring up the conversation about his father again, I was not ready to tell my five-year-old son that his father was a thug who had us kicked out before he was born. Thinking of Arthur still made my heart ache, even after all this time. I often caught myself comparing each man that approached me with my ex, after a lot of pressuring, I had finally agreed to see Joe on a date. Joe was a good guy. He was good with Jake, but he wasn't Arthur. I sighed and carefully applied my light makeup. We were having Joe over for dinner and he should be here anytime soon. "Joe is here!" I heard Jake's tiny voice call from the sitting room, and soon enough I heard the sound of a car driving into our driveway. I looked at myself in the mirror before
Marcus stood in the middle of the road. He watched Olivia walk away with the little boy beside her. Watching the gentle sway of her hips, he felt the blood rushing into his cock which started to swell and throb. He ran his hands through his hair. This was just too much to be a coincidence. First, being drawn to a kid who turns out to be Olivia's child.He remembered that Jake had said he didn't have a father, he was going to ask Olivia about it. He sat on a bench by the side of the street and prepared to wait. After years of training, he knew he was in considerable danger, seated on the street alone without any bodyguard and only a brass knuckle in his pocket, a pistol strapped to his belt, and a Rambo knife taped to his ankle. He put his hand into the pocket and wrapped his fist around the knuckle weapon. He sat in full alert mode. He should not even be out here this morning. His phone rang. Following his father's rule, he had two phones. A small untraceable phone that he u
MARCUS GOT INTO his Ferrari SF90 and sped out of the Salvatore Mansion. The meeting was taking place on a neutral ground. Even though Marcus was married to their daughter, the three-headed dragon did not bother to pretend that they were friends with the Salvatore famiglia. There was no love shared between the two families. The marriage between Marcus and Melissa only stopped the killing between them and made them desperate allies, it did not make them friends. The Salvatore family would not agree to a meeting in Dragon land, and the three-headed dragon would not agree to a meeting on Salvatore land. A meeting such as that would be extremely volatile and would even be perceived as a threat. Marcus spotted the entourage of cars and he knew that he was at the right place. Where Mafia bosses gathered, there was sure to be some extravagant show of wealth. Marcus parked illegally – who cared? – and got out of the car. He buttoned up his designer suit jacket, the fact that he dealt with