Hi Ya'll Happy New Year! Sorry for the long unplanned break. So, I've had these chapters for some weeks, but I wasn't really feeling them, it took me a while to structure it to portray the emotions as I imagined it in my head. I might still come and make some changes later but for now, let's go! Thanks for sticking with me. No more breaks until the book is completed. *fingers crossed* Xoxo, S.N
“It hurt” I murmured into the darkness, answering my own question blinking back the dampness behind my lids. The tightening in my throat, that bitter taste on my tongue, the heavyness in my chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It hurts. I tried to steady my breathing, and pushed back the tears I felt brimming behind my lids. But it was hard. I just wanted to let it out. I didn’t want to think it, I didn’t want to feel this way but I couldn’t help it. Like Tommy said, he didn’t lie outright, but what difference is there? Puffing out a loud breath, I buried my face in my palms, massaging my eyes with the heels of my palms. It was one thing I never had to fear with Niko, he never lied to me, most often, when I asked him a question he would answer, or say nothing if he didn’t want to, no matter how unpleasant it was or upsetting, to the extent I tried not to ask some certain questions, knowing I wouldn’t like the answers, and now I wasn’t so sure. Didn’t he trust me…?
I nodded, my lips now suddenly dry, I swiped my tongue once more, “I know that- I mean I think I do” I’m not making any sense, why was this so difficult? I've never had problems expressing myself or letting my thoughts known but when it came to him, I was tongue tied. I hadn’t planned on bringing it up at all or at least until I processed it. But now that I had, I just… I swiped my other hand down my face in frustration, “It’s just- for a time I felt we are that, a family, you and me. I felt connected, and I am with you.” the issue was him, I didn’t have to state that out loud, his eyes jumped from mine to my hands, as I bring them together, gesturing. My hands dropped to my lap and I let out a breath, “And then sometimes, sometimes, in a way, I don’t feel like your wife” “What do you mean? You are my wife?” “Sometimes I feel like I know you, we do well together, in bed, out of it, you are a good father to the babies, patient and attentive, and I’m so grateful to you for tha
** “No, don’t you- Ahh… who’s a good girl?” My baby burst into giggles as I tickle her tummy, when I go to take the ear bud from her to prevent it finding it’s way into her mouth she lunched into a cry, swinging her hands in protest. I roll my eyes and put her down, my baby girl obviously doesn’t agree with that as her tantrum increases, I hissed at the sharp pain. “Micaela!” I scold patting my neck with my fingers and brought them to my face half expecting to see blood. Now silent, Caela looks at me with large watery blue eyes, her lips parted mid cry. I scowl down at her “This child” leaning forward I hold the arm she flung at me and spread her chubby fingers, my frown increases at the length of her finger nails. A cry leaves her and she lunches herself into me, immediately the irritation bleads out of me “Don’t cry, I’m not angry” I shush her softly, petting her with a hand at the back of her head, “I guess it’s my fault for not clipping your nails” I muttered, still massagin
Angelo makes a loud noise, breaking my thoughts and I look down at him, holding him down with one hand as he tries to go to his father “I’m not done with him yet” I explain and Niko nods before moving to sit on a chair in front of us. I go back to clipping, moving as fast as I can, baby nails are so soft and fragile I have to be careful as I bring the sharp end close to his soft skin while Angel stares at me with what can only be described as a displeasure. At least he is no longer lunching himself to the other side of the room in an attempt to get away from me. “We’re almost done baby” I sooth over the sound of Caela mumbling baby words to her father, giggling on a toothless smile, he goes along with her. An easy smile on his face as she pat his cheeks with her small hands. Soon enough I clip in the edge of Angelo’s pinky finger, it’s so tiny. And so freaking cute. “Annndd we’re done everybody. Thank you for having us your highness” I toss the clipping into the lid of the kit I’d b
I spend the next few days planning for the dinner- gathering, whatever. I told the team of a new project but I would be handling it as it’s family related, a few of the ladies offered to aid me but I turned them down, nicely of course turning to Eva and Maria. With their help, it’s going along well, invites were sent out the day before, handwritten invitations I kid you not, in soft cream cards with a kind of golden ink Maria provided, I half expected her to hand me a quill seeing as we were going old school. Instead, there was a fancy fountain pen which she injected the ink into and we were good to go. The process has been quite enlightening, I’ve learned more about the families and territories just from that and the cards were addressed to each head of families personally. Now I know there are twelve main families of New York split into two. Six prominent and six lower families. I also realized that the Greco’s was one of the prominent families, now led by a distant cousin J
I wait for her reply, my eyes trained on her with my breath in my throat. Because this would be very different if feelings were involved. Gia is a servant girl who works in our household, sweet and hardworking, I liked her a lot. She is paid very generously and could quit and decide to do something else if she wanted, but for now, she works for us and Tommy might as well be a prince, living the life of a man with the world at his feet, as much as it looks cute on the soap operas I was fond of watching, it wouldn’t fly well in our life. One day he would be expected to marry for the good of the family, as a made man, duty came before all else. I didn’t want to see her hurt. Gia shook her head, the universal sign for no her eyes trained on her hands. I stared at her, trying to find any form of deceit. I relaxed a fraction. Though she might say that for now, it’s quite easy to confuse sex and feelings, especially for women. I didn’t want to say this but what choice did I have?
Niko is sitting at the edge of the bed, with his tie gone, the top two buttons in his shirt undone with one hand resting behind him, he seems relaxed. I sense a certain energy I missed in the bathroom. His eyes are dark, calm, too calm. “Come here” Okay, I was getting a little scared. I look around him for his phone, did he get a call maybe? Something that turned his mood. Just minutes ago, I swear he wanted to fuck me silly, now there was an air of danger around him, the kind that made me want to flee back into the bathroom and lock the door, or better yet leave the entire floor maybe go to the living room downstairs. His eyes held mine and I swallowed, hard. I was being ridiculous. Straightening my spine, I move towards him. “Closer” he nods at his spread thighs. I shuffle closer, swiping my tongue over my lips nervously. “The towel, lose it” he muttered and I released a relieved breath, he is fine, I smooth a hand over the towel teasingly as I go to sit on his la
Niko caught one of my legs and yanked me to him. A sob ripped out of my chest even as my belly tightened. “This was meant to be a punishment” he states as he cupped me between my legs, heat rose from my chest up my face and I know he felt how damp I was. “You liked the pain?” “I don’t” I shook my head trying to get away from him. I didn’t want him getting any ideas. Christ, the throbbing pain on my ass, I knew without a doubt that my skin would be red right now. “Shhh…only pleasure now…” he trailed off as his thumb found my clit stroking in tight circles tension coils in my belly, my walls clenched. He drops three slaps in rapid session on my pussy, nowhere as hard as he smacked my ass a moment ago but I felt it. I groaned, my back leaving the bed as my head fell back. How I felt it. At this point, my entire body was a bundle of sensations. I was strung tighter than a guitar string. He slipped two fingers into me and I whimpered, he thrust once, twice and curled them upwards,