LOGINCorleone’s povI had been exhausted from hiding from my mom for about two days now. Would it be weird if I said I missed Martil? The last time I got wet for him, I didn’t think it was going to be the last but I hadn’t heard from him ever since then.“My mom…”He slipped into my room in the midnight with one solid intention, of course. One that I wanted too much.“Do you want me to stop?”I loved how he whispered into my ears, trailing his fingers around my cheeks, how he held them gently and caressed them like they were softest thing in the world….I wanted more of it.“No.” I replied.I didn’t want him to stop at all. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to make sure I didn’t walk by morning.“I’m going to fuck you, Corley.” He said,The heat from his words made my belly pool out more wetness in my cunt, more than ever before. I’d gladly allow him to fuck me however way he wanted.Martil stood up from the bed. I stood up after him, thinking he had changed hi
Martil’s povI watched her sleep naked, my arms wrapped around her breasts around 4am. I fucked her for so long until she became very tired.Yet, I was still so hard one would think I hadn’t had sex for a year and half. It was that serious. Corleone’s body was one of a kind.The way she took my dick into her warm pussy each time I pulled out and slid back in. The way she clung into my chest like I was her last lifeline. I lost count of the total number of times she cried out and moaned my name.I kissed her forehead and stood up from her bed, leaving the room without making the slightest noise. The hallway was empty. I reached my room and locked the door behind me.“Fuck.” I allowed the cold water run down my head, to other parts of my body.I tried not to get distracted by her thoughts that wanted to creep into my mind. It was time to work.“Who were those guys?” I asked, getting to the clubhouse.Kaleb was there, waiting for me with Ink on the call.“They were certainly from Rafe.”
Corleone’s povI had been exhausted from hiding from my mom for about two days now. Would it be weird if I said I missed Martil? The last time I got wet for him, I didn’t think it was going to be the last but I hadn’t heard from him ever since then.“My mom…”He slipped into my room in the midnight with one solid intention, of course. One that I wanted too much.“Do you want me to stop?”I loved how he whispered into my ears, trailing his fingers around my cheeks, how he held them gently and caressed them like they were softest thing in the world….I wanted more of it.“No.” I replied.I didn’t want him to stop at all. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to make sure I didn’t walk by morning.“I’m going to fuck you, Corley.” He said,The heat from his words made my belly pool out more wetness in my cunt, more than ever before. I’d gladly allow him to fuck me however way he wanted.Martil stood up from the bed. I stood up after him, thinking he had changed hi
Martil’s povI couldn’t sleep. Midnight never felt like this. I mean, I was either out or busy with something else. Although, I never slept well in some days.But nights like these were very rare. It wasn’t quiet, still or safe. Instead, it felt like hunger. A terrible hunger that I couldn’t overlook.I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room I visited once in every two weeks. The hallway outside her room stretched like it had no end, dim lights flickered. It literally looked like I didn’t belong here. Of course, I didn’t but it seemed like it was her house.My feet stopped right in front of her room door. I shouldn’t be here.That thought had followed me from the moment I left my room barefooted and silently moving like a ghost through my own house.But it didn’t stop me. There was nothing about Corleone that I ever did. My hand hovered over her door knob.I pushed it once and that was all it would take to cross a line I wouldn’t come back from, to ruin whatever fragile con
Corleone’s pov“What the hell is going on here?” My mom frowned, looking between us. I cleared my throat, looking away from Martil who was still examining the cup carefully before he headed for the refrigerator, leaving me to continue my mom’s allegations.“Mom, I need to sleep.” I groaned.She glared at me. “Of course, you’d need sleep when you haven’t any the whole night. Answer my questions, young woman.”“Mom, please.”Martil threw the empty bottle away. “She’s a grown woman, is she not?”“What does that mean?” Mom frowned, definitely not liking where the conversation was going.I forced a tight smile. “Nothing. He’s just being annoying as usual.”Martil didn’t look away and that might be disastrous. I hated how he never backed down whenever he wanted to do something.He leaned against a part of the wall, his arms crossing slowly over his chest as his gaze locked onto as if he was daring me to keep lying.“I am annoying?” He repeated, a smirk touched his lips. “Is that what you c
Corleone’s pov Martil had an innocent look on his face but behind that was a smug smile that I wanted to smack off in an instant. There was gunpowder and car racing that made me almost made me rench my guts out in disgust. I didn’t feel safe at all. Especially not after what happened tonight, not after I saw him too. The images flashed inside my head before I could stop it. It was the same — a steadily pointed gun and his empty expression. It didn’t look like that was new to him. He looked like he was used to it, like firing a gun and killing someone was the same as exhaling carbon dioxide. My chest tightened at the memory mixed with regret of following him out of the club that belonged to him. Now, I couldn’t unsee all that I had seen. “I am talking to you, Corleone.” My gaze returned back to my mom who had now stood up from the couch. I didn’t see her new husband, Liam anywhere around. Had he slept or probably gone to one of his overnight meetings again? My mom looked at me
Corleone’s povI was dragged back to the house like a kid. Martil, my supposed professor, was responsible for spoiling my night and my mood.“I had to take care of something. I’ll see you in school.” I sent a message to the group.The night was still busy so no one replied. I threw my phone on the
Martil’s POV I tossed my phone back into my pocket, throwing the cigarette on the ground before stepping on it. It was past evening already and I have had no sleep. When things are tough and rough in the gang, that was how it always ended. Sacrifice was to be made. I headed back into the gang hous
Martil’s pov“Our father, who art in heaven….” I started with my palms placed together.“Hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come…” “Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven…” “Give us this day our daily bread as you forgive us all our trespasses.”The Lord’s Prayer continued until it was conclude
Corleone’s pov“Love, you can’t force him to be here all the time. He has a life too —“Liam cut my mom off with a slam of his hand on the table. Anger rose up inside me.“Permit me to be this amount of nice but you cannot treat my mom that way. I thought you want to marry her. Why cut her off amid







