Affirmation (19 page)

Stroke after stroke he
found pleasure and heard his
name in spurts
. Shanda’
s
mouth sucked his throat each time he surged
into sexual
heaven
. This elicited immense pleasure. “Bella
...never deny me this pleasure.”

“Oh…oh…oh…”
She grunt
ed
under the penile persuasion she tried not to want.

“Give and I will give... whatever it is you want
I will give to feel heaven
.”

She clawed at his shoulders as he b
owed her
backward
. The
fluffy pillows caught her. He spread her legs wider and each penetration of Giuseppe’s staff
drew more gasps it felt so good. “Giuseppe…”

“Say yes to me donna.”

“Oh…oh…oh…”

He rocked the bed with
his swiveling pelvis thrusts,
tongued her throat,
blazed
wet
kisses across her
breasts
and lathed each nipple
as
he rocked
inside
of her, matching
the
storms
violent symphony
.
He wanted her in his bed e
very night. But, he wanted a willing bedmate.
The runaway d
aughter of the polizei
he thought about during nights he fucked others did not relent. Rejection is an emotion which was foreign to Giuseppe.

Her half closed eyes opened as she climaxed. His release occurred with such intensity he gripped the edge of the bed and growled under the force. He refused to withdraw from heaven. If they were stuck here until the storm passed, he would forgo food and feed off her body
. Except his carnal plan went astray when a rush of fluid covered him and her eyes widened in panic. He retracted and looked down. “How far along are you?”

“Twenty nine
…no…thirty-three
weeks. I’m in the third trimester.”

Giuseppe thought of Amelda. She was forty weeks, not twenty nine
or thirty odd
. This was too soon. She could not go into labor now.

Shanda felt an unbelievable pressure to her lower back and cervix. Her hand went instinctively to the base of her belly. She saw Giuseppe’s fearful eyes. Ha, so he experienced fear after-all. The pressure came with pain and she
did breathing exercises keeping an eye on Giuseppe who appeared in shock
. He stood
up and his
mouth open
ed in shock.

Shanda
asked,
“Giuseppe…are you okay?”

“No, I mean yes, cazzo what am I saying…I do not know
.”

Shanda used a firm voice. He had to focus. The baby was coming early,
he or she
wanted out immediately. “Get a towel and wet it and bring it here.”

He rushed to do as told and returned with a soaking wet towel
. He
held it high and it dripped like a broken faucet on her carpeted floor.
“I have the towel.”

“G
ive it to me.” She said taking it from his hands and cleaned between her thighs. She glanced at Giuseppe
. His eyes were wide with terror.
“
Giuseppe come on get it together,
I’m going to need your help.”

“I will call the physician.”

“Giuseppe…relax…think for a second. It’s a storm and the baby is coming. We have to do this. I need you
r
help
.
Can you do that?”

He nodded.

Shanda moaned and bent her knees
. He saw
the infant’s skull pushing its way out with each growl from Shanda. Part of the cranium slowly
protrude
d
from
where his dick recently visited. Each widening of her vagina assisted to set the infant free. But, this was only the top of the head and there was far more to release.
Giuseppe
became light-headed. He had not eaten. His legs did a wobble
and then buckled beneath him.
The l
arge naked
unafraid man dropped
to the floor with a loud thud
.

Shanda
rolled her eyes and gr
oaned, “You have to be fucking kidding!
”

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

Nico strolled across the grass to
the fleet of shiny black cars to
talk with Matteo
who had the unfortunate task of
loading Amelda’s many bags
in the trunk of the car. He appeared
fully recovered, although gunshot wounds do not only mar the skin, they
penetrate muscle and bone.
Psychological scars are the hardest to heal. In their family business, risk of death
is inherent to who they are. They were men with similar philosophical views,
level temperaments and distinct styles. Matteo dressed in suits. His hair remained impeccable. He had an easy-going nature like Vincent which women considered charming. Besides his occasional gambling, he possessed no other vices.

Matteo closed the trunk and Nico stepped forward to shake his hand
.
“
It was good to see you
Matteo
. Again
,
congratulations on the bambino.”

“Grazie Nico, I see you are expecting a parcel soon as well.”

Nico nodded, “Yes. Looking forward to it.”

Matteo checked his watch
.
“The women have no sense of time. I need to be in Catania tomorrow.”

“How’s
business
going?”

“Buono.
”

“
So, nothing has happened since my exile
?”

Matteo’s white teeth gleamed as his mouth stretched wide, “Exile, hardly. You are free to go as you please, you’re lovely wife on the other-hand simply must avoid
the United States.
”
Matteo crossed his arms, “Is there something specific you w
ant
to know?”

“Are there any problems with the families?”

“There are always problems among family, but to answer your question, we had a minor issue with
the subcontractor in
the waste management company
. Schifani and Sons were ordered to pay
riparazione
for failing to fulfill their obligations. It is resolved and business continues.
”

Nico heard the news about the public trash burning in protest to the mob’s association in what many deem as a gover
nment obligation. Political prostitute Josef Timpico seized the opportunity.
His campaign slogan
read
, ‘
Honest Businesses and Hard Workers Need an Honest Leader.’

Giuseppe
frowned, “Keep a watch on Schifani’s employees to make sure they’re getting the jobs done. Giuseppe cannot afford more bad publicity.”

“This is being done, but I will make an unexpected visit this week.”

“Stay alert on this Matteo.”

“
Sí.”
Matteo affirmed and presented a question he meant to ask last night. “What is this business with Vincent’s son?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m going to find out today.”

Matteo’s head teetered back and forth. He often found blood family to bring the greatest troubles. “You are the person to deal with it. Take care he is not using
your guilt to further a cause.”

Nico had considered this and even if it were the case, he wasn’t easily duped. “Yeah
.
”

The
boisterous
voices of the last stragglers were
heard
as the
y
emerged from the house.
Teenagers ran to the waiting cars, shouting good-byes.

Nico c
losed the conversation. “Any
emergencies
arise;
you know how to reach me.”

Amelda
suddenly
instigated herself between the men to give Matteo a
lipstick kiss
. “We go home darling. I miss the baby.” She blew a kiss to
Nico and settled in the car. She rolled down her window and put on her dark shades to tell him, “Uncle Nicolo I like the hair,
but
put more mousse on the top. Ciao!”

N
ico said farewell
when Matteo joined his wife
.
“Have a safe flight!”

The others were soon loaded in the remaining cars and he walked to the tinted vehicle where Ari sat and opened the backdoor and then kneeled inside
.
“Where’s the boys?”

“They’re riding with their cousins. Sophie and I are riding with Bruno.”

Nico accepted this
.
“Okay,” he said before reaching in to palm her stomach. The baby kicked and he smirked
.
“Active kid.”

“Yeah
.
”

His eyes were soft
.
“You know I love you right?”

Ari touched his cheek
.
“I
apologize
for being such a bitch. I’m blaming it on your seed.”

He laughed in response
.
“I get blamed for quite a lot. It’s my curse.”

Ari didn’t believe he was cursed. Stubborn and wild, definitely. “Don’t let me have this baby without you Nico. I want you holding my hand.”

He gave her a long kiss and caressed her jaw with his thumb. “We’re doing this one together. Count on it.”

She held his arm, leaned her cheek on it to feel his warmth and kissed
his inner
wrist. “Be careful, I love you.”

Shortly after, the guests were gone
.
Nico inhaled and marched to
the guest house.
He had a plane to catch and his battered nephew
's ass
was coming along!

                                ****

The speedboat raced across the
Bocas
Del
Dragón strait
, cutting the currents like a flying fish.
Sprays of water
slapped Alfonzo’s face as he steered toward the Monos Island
,
down-the islands, the Trini’s called it. He was just glad the weather cleared after two days and they
were able to
visit this place.

Alfonzo could see the small island
. It was one of the five Bocas islands between Venezuela and Trinidad, famous in the region for a particularly loud monkey
, Selange desperately
wanted
to see
. He was feeling good, light as a feather in
body and spirit. For the last couple of days, they were a normal couple.

Selange had given the cliché a bag of tricks new meaning. Every night she pulled something different from that LV duffle bag in the closet and man did she make him wonder what else she had in store. The cop outfit was the sexiest one so far and when she handcuffed him and put him in jail it wasn’t any detention center he’d visited before.

He stole a glance in her direction as he maneuvered the boat. She wore shorts and
a
tank top
. The bright orange life vest even looked good. Her ponytail
whipped
from side to side with the wind. His esposa hadn’t worn a stitch of make-up. Nothing on his babe consisted of an artificial sweetener. Unadorned or stripped naked, his chica was fine. Busted, she caught him looking and he winked.

Beres Hammond blared from the radio and he sang along to the reggae
classic
in Spanish
.
“
Many did try
but couldn’t
steal my honey,
many did try but couldn’t get to love, some fool did try to trick her with his money and wonder what she made of
.”

Selange waved her arms in the air
as the boat soared across the water and
yelled
the chorus, “
She just
loves
this groovy little thing we got going
.”

Alfonzo continued the lyrics,
“Many did try but she wouldn’t leave me…this woman just love this groovy thing we got going
and it’ll last as our hearts still
beating.“