MasukArigato: thank you
Imoto-san: little sister.***I returned my attention to Suki. "Just so you know though, I get the pretty dolly. The one obachan picked for you. Will has shitty taste in dolls. I know from experience,” I quipped, patting the bed for Suki to sit next to me.Still not shy, Suki looked past my invitation and climbed into my lap. Ren’s eyes widened as I stifled a groan.“Relax Ren,” I mouthed to her, when she took a step towards us.“You can’t say that. It’s not polite,” Suki whispered to me, after cupping her little hand by my ear.She pulled back and smiled shyly, then batted her eyes at Will.“Am I wrong?” I asked with a snort.“Kumicho never played house with me before,” Suki said, her face clouding over. “Will you really play?” she asked, her face lighting up just as quickly as it fell.Olivia moved away from me altogether as Suki settled in on my lap, much to my chagrin.<"Such a jealous bitch. Ill Padrino belongs to us all, Robbie. So does Sottocapo. Learn to share and be shared. That's the key to a happy marriage," said Josie, beaming at me like something out of a horror movie. Whose marriage? Was Marino forcing JR into wedlock? A sliver of long buried guilt resurfaced. "Fucking move," I demanded, my voice ice, well aware that I still demanded respect, even in this situation. "Hey, sweetheart," JR said, closing in on a distraught Suki. A cautious Olivia took a step back with Suki in tow. My baby girl went pale, seeing JR again probably bringing up some shit for her, but she still pulled Suki behind her. "Stay away. Her mom just died. You're going to freak her out," Olivia implored, evidently too shell shocked and grief stricken to pick her words wisely. "No, she didn't. I'm right fucking here," JR raged, then plastered a smile on her face. "Come to mommy, baby," she said, holding her arms out to Suki. Suki clung to Olivia's blazer, her
After finding out that Will and Bianca were safe, I had no intention of letting JR see Suki. For better or worse, Suki was my responsibility now. After Ren's funeral, I would get Jack to make her disappear. This time for good. Still, I wanted JR dead. Her blinding loyalty to Marino had proven problematic time and again. Needless to say, Johnny wanted JR dead too. Frankly, it didn't matter to me who came out the victor when I sent Johnny to meet with JR empty handed. If they found a way to kill each other, so much the better. But then Johnny called, unharmed and still alive, only to perplex me more."JR's a no show. May I come back now? I'd like to pay my respects to Ren," Johnny's voice came over the phone. We were in a church, me sitting in a pew while Suki and Olivia hovered over Ren's casket. Yes, Olivia, Suki and I ended up attending at Olivia's insistence. It was a risky gambit, but Olivia promised me that we could jet off to a destination of my choosing, just the two of us,
Grief made me honest. Desperate, humbling love made me illogical. Impractical. We came from two different worlds. She was right. I was wrong for her. My heart didn't care. My dick definitely didn't want to hear it. "You used to make me want to be good. Now? I don't care about morality. As long as I can keep fucking you, year after year, day after day. That's my joy, Olivia. My reason for existing is you," I told her, though I was certain I had declared my love to her many times over by now. Fuck, I was a weirdo when grief finally hit me. And it was hitting me. All at once. Ren. Lance. JR. Even Marino. They were my people once. Losing them wasn't nothing after all. The sheets beneath us were rough and impersonal. The banging in the background came and went, but Olivia had all my attention. I went to town on her pussy, pounding into her for all I was worth. Playing with her clit. Sucking on her nipples. Fucking her ass. She screamed unholy shit on my dick, including begging me to
"You make our love sound dark," she whispered against my lips, "Toxic, dangerous to anyone near us. What about Will, Harmon? And Bianca? And, God help me, my mother?""It is dangerous," I admitted, my hands roaming down the curves of her ass and onto her thighs. "But I'll do anything to keep you happy, Olivia. We'll keep our family safe as best we can. Your brother will live, angel. I swear," I declared, making her a promise I had no business uttering. No control. No plan. Death had a way of leaving chaos in its wake. I couldn't guarantee shit. Except one thing. She was fucking mine. I ripped her thong down in one swift motion, the fabric tearing with a satisfying snap. She fumbled with my zipper, then moved on to the button of my pants and freed my dick, hard and aching for her.Grabbing onto her thighs with savage need, I lifted her clean off the floor and slammed her back against the wall. "Make me feel better. Everything is going
While I could not live with her hating me, I sure as shit wasn't living with knowing someone else was fucking my pussy. "That's not how break ups work," she cried out with a roar, two orgasms doubling down to ripple through her. One, two, wave after wave. I didn't stop pounding into her. She needed to know what she was giving up if she rejected my love. Fucking only I would ever love her. Kiss her. Laugh with her. Fuck her. She could leave me if she wanted to, but we'd both be fucked forevermore. Lost and miserable without each other. That was the price of her freedom. "I'm a mobster, Olivia. A monster. A bad guy. I don't give a fuck. I'll stalk you for life," I promised, voice rough with emotion. "Install cameras in your room. Home. Apartment. Wherever you end up. I'd watch you play with your cunt in the shower every day like back on the island while fisting my dick. That's the only release I'll permit either of us. Your cunt will remain free use for m
Who the fuck was I to talk? Today Ren, tomorrow Will? Olivia? Who else would die for Kumicho? I hit Johnny again anyway, the blows landing with brutal precision. Face, gut, ribs. He crumpled, sobbing like a whiny bitch."Do it. Kill me. Liam. Ren. My fallen comrades. I deserve it. Fucking kill me," Johnny begged. I feared I might do just that in the middle of a hospital no less, my other hand tightening around Johnny's throat. Then I heard it: the only thing that could spare Johnny's life.Olivia's sobs, raw and breaking, hit the back of my ears. I yanked myself away from Johnny and spun around to my favourite person in the whole world. The last thing she needed was to see me as a murderer today. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she said, backing away from Johnny and I slowly, eyes wild with a million emotions swimming in her tears, as she shook her head back and forth. She turned on her heel and bolted. "Olivia!" I yelled after her, hot on her heels, breaking into a run.I was quick







