Armored (6 page)

Anyway, he told Ari, Darren had a few more months before starting college and suggested that she calm down, and get to know the girl.
The most informative psych sessions are held when someone’s reticence is gone. He observed the girl, made her feel at ease, let her talk as he made assessments. So far he gauged Anna was naïve, a tad introverted, not very experienced, and had a daddy complex. She was a people pleaser, who made terrible choices. She liked Darren, oh yeah; she liked his son’s dick a lot. A father noticed the hormone meter skyrocket whenever Anna looked at his kid. The boy must have inherited his papa’s moves because the girl was genuinely smitten. That part wasn’t an act.

Absently, he stroked Ari’s curved hip. He had rules, made a point of adhering to them when it came to business. If he said something to his wife, even gave a hint that he was skeptical about Anna that might influence how she interacted with the girl. No, he preferred to observe, do some more investigation and once reasonable doubt was removed about the girl, he’d give Darren his blessing and send him on his way.

Nico had stressed to his protégé Tony the necessity to avoid pillow talk about confidential matters, but what good are guidelines when a disciplined teacher strayed?

The Butcher drummed this in his head one day through a tale.

“There was a man, a respected Don. He loved his wife and children. He also loved his mistress. Under the relaxation of wine and sex with his paramour he spoke of his deeds to impress the young woman who made him feel like a King each suck of his pene. He told her things that were not for her ears and when he bored of her, generosity were trinkets but then he moved on. The mistress took another lover, a rival of the former Don she had begun to love. In time when men are seduced by tits and micio she asked a favor. To impress her he agreed to have the Don who tired of her killed. She told of his secret meeting place at the edge of the Amalfi Coast. The deed was done shortly after. The respected Don was no more. Aye, but there is more Nicolo. Love was not the motive entirely to the mistress’ actions. You see, entrapment was. The Don was taken into custody for murder; the mistress had been working under the covers for the polizei. Apparently, she was very skilled at her job.” The Butcher had laughed, but the impression was made. A man is often at his weakest with a woman, and bedroom discussions about a man’s business may one day get him killed.

Of course, this was an exaggerative story but his adopted father’s teachings are what kept his family alive. Nico had yet to break the rule.

Anyway, he wanted to have a discussion with Alfonzo about Yosef. Giuseppe was bound to find out and throw a tantrum. Alfonzo could always reason with his brother, go figure, two hot-heads, one more reasonable than the other. Then there’s the loose end with the Cuban that he and Tony needed to correct. He glanced at the time; he was due to meet Tony at 0900 hours to go over just that. There was always some mess piling on their heads. Alberti was sorely missed. Bruno for the most part aided as much as he could, but he had businesses to run and his own family to attend to.

Nico’s mind drifted to Bianca. Guilt rose as he gazed at his wife. Every day he looked at Ari he swore never to fuck up again. He needed Ari. He then sighed because he could never admit that before. But he wasn’t ashamed to confess it now. The sexy woman gave him a sense of normalcy and a home.

“Ah, shit,” he said quietly, remembering they were invited to Tony’s dinner party. Shucks, he forgot.

Ari slid closer. Nico gave her earlobe a kiss.

She spoke hoarsely to his chest. “Morning, are the kids awake?”

“You know the boys; they’ll be up once they sniff food. Semira’s gone back to sleep. She woke up at four.”

“She went to bed too early, I knew she’d rise before seven.”

“Well I fed her breakfast already.”

“And I’m sure you ate too.”

“Pre-breakfast, but I have room for more.”

She put her arm around his side. “Greedy.”

“Hungry not greedy.”

“Greedy,” Ari said teasingly.

“You’re my date this evening. I couldn’t think of anybody else to bring to Tony’s engagement thingy.”

“That’s last minute notice Signore Nicolo Serano, I might have had other plans with someone else.”

He smirked. “You better not.”

“And you better not have anybody else.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a happily reformed husband.”

“Good, now how the heck do you forget about an engagement party?”

“You know I’m not in tune with these social calendars. Tony invited us awhile back.”

“But you remember it’s today, great for me.”

“Yup, you know why I remember it’s today?”

Ari rolled her eyes. Nico wanted some, she could always tell by the lopsided grin on his sinisterly handsome face. “No naughty boy, tell me.”

“Because he reminded me last night.”

Ari groaned as she smiled. “You are a real comedienne. You should be glad that I’m not a woman who must shop for an outfit every time an occasion arises or else you’ll find your forgetful ass going alone. You know we can’t stay long, Sal’s coming for the weekend and there’s nobody to chaperone the kids.”

His smile broadened. “Your spontaneity is one of the attributes I love. Don’t worry about the kids, I’ll call Sophie.”

“Nico you can’t ask people to babysit at the last minute. Sophie has her own life and didn’t you say she got married?”

“Yes.”

“Who in the hell did she marry so fast and why the hurry; I know she couldn’t be knocked up, is she?”

Nico smirked. There was a woman who gave birth in her sixties and Sophie was much younger. Yeah…yeah…it’d require artificial insemination or In Vitro Fertilization, but heck a woman can have a baby if she wanted.

“No, she’s not knocked up sweetheart and the guy is someone she’s known for a long time.”

“Well good for her.
I hope he’s hot and makes her dance like tamale in bed.”

Nico’s face
and nose scrunched in disgust. “Whoa okay Ari; don’t give me that mental picture. Sophie’s like my mom you know.”

Ari laughed. “You should see your expression, goodness, it’s too funny. Semira has that same dookie face when using the potty.”

Nico’s eyes smiled as he slid his hand further up the flimsy gown to hold a side of her breast. She wiggled against him. He liked when she instantly responded that way. His mouth was a plunger on her neck. Intentionally he sucked hard, leaving a hickey. “Ummm sexy mama.”

Ari fondled him back, whispering, “Am I really going to be a grandma Nico…a Nana…really?”

His mouth was on her shoulder, dampening her skin while moving across her collarbone. He managed a response. “Ummm Nana, you taste good.”

“Seriously Nico, I am disappointed. I thought the boys were smarter than this, especially Darren.”

Nico opened Ari’s gown. The point of his tongue lathered her nipple as she firmly fingered his sack with pressured strokes. She continued to talk and he listened without answering. He couldn’t reverse time, besides her concerns were unwarranted. She was one sexy Nana.

His lips descended to the middle of her breasts and she let go below before he reached her treasure cove which he explored with a surging tongue. Her knees flexed up and her legs were around his neck like scissors as he lifted her ass off the bed going full throttle with his tongue.

“Nico…oh…damn you…oooh…damn…aren’t you fazed by anything?”

He chuckled, thinking how in the world she expected a response when their lips were locked so damn tight?

She moaned before stretching her arms languidly over her head.

That’s right, let go counselor, not everything is meant to
undergo analysis
.

Ari had to accept there are trials in life that lengthy deliberations can’t always solve. The outcome will still be the same. Darren impregnated a girl, and whether they talked the subject in to the ground, a baby was coming. Ready or not, they had to deal with the situation.

Ari’s leg hold relaxed. She’d become extremely pliable, the perfect doughy consistency for his hard phallus to enter without tense resistance. He retracted his tongue, sucking her outer lips before licking the inside of her thigh as his arms extended to lift himself up.

“Nico…I need you in me,” she said, grabbing hold of his forearms.

Once in, she grappled with his neck, bringing him to her mouth to taste her morning lips. Ari sucked his tongue, pushed her pelvis to his thighs and pant when he rocked her ass back to the mattress.

“I’m nobody’s goddamn grandma,” she said in defiance as she took out her frustrations on his dick.

Oooh, he liked those strong compressions clutching his rod.

“Nico…I don’t wanna’….” She whined.

He wanted to laugh at her but thrust harder to the spirit of denial.

“Is this Nana pussy…huh?”

Nico liked hearing her voice and pushed further until she moaned. Then she repeated her protestations and he thought, ‘well you’re gonna’ as he lifted her forward by the neck to hungrily suck a scrumptious breast. The feisty woman wouldn’t stop talking and Nico wanted to laugh.

“I don’t want to be a grandma, not yet Nico baby…oooh…damn….that’s nice. Oh shit Nico...ummm.”

Nico positioned one leg over her head, stuck his tongue in her mouth and she finally stopped talking, because at this point their bodies were engaged in a heated discussion. Nico’s dick dominated the conversation and those slurping sounds from Ari’s micio received replies in forceful grunts.

And then Nico’s cell rang.

Then Ari’s joined.

And then knocking on the door.

The house had awakened before they were done.

Nico grumbled; everybody had to wait. He gripped his wife’s waist and erupted. His mouth pressed to hers with teeth bared in a snarl of release as Ari cooed so sweet a thank you that an orgasmic convulsion
occurred.

“Grazie Nana,” he finally replied after a long silence. The sweat on his brow a sign she
had elevated his temperature, like fucking in a sauna.

“Ooooh you bastard.” She grinned. “But you’re welcome grandpa.”

“Touché.”

The knock
resounded again. They both shouted, “What?”

Aaron answered, “Is anybody going to cook breakfast this morning?”

“You have hands; learn to use them…dammit!” Nico shouted.

C
hapter Five

“You can’t say morning to your mama?” Tony’s mom asked when he entered the kitchen.

She wore the same style robe he remembered as a child, the cheap kind with a bunch of flowers everywhere. Her hair was tied in a scarf that must have shifted in the night because
strands of her dyed hair poked to the ceiling. Tony noticed she hadn’t bothered to cook. Nothing about his mama was domesticated; unless she was in the mood.

Tony said, “Morning,” and then passed the table where she sat cradling a cup of coffee.

“That woman ‘aint gonna get up and make her guests something to eat?”

“You mean Tiffany?”

“Who else?”

“She’s sleeping.” He tried to stay civil. This was his mama, he told himself, although she hadn’t done shit for him since he was a kid. And that wasn’t very much unless she had a man who
took an interest in the neglected child.

“You start letting her get away with sitting on her ass while you go to work and next thing you know you gonna’ come home and find her humping the mailman.”

Tony had his hand on a pack of turkey bacon when she made the statement. He snatched the frozen package out the fridge and slammed the door. “No ma, Tiffany isn’t you.”

“Don’t go talking that way to me.”

“Then don’t start making assumptions.”

“I ‘aint starting nothing, just trying to tell you to be careful. If you’d been smart you would’ve tried to get your wife back when you got out of prison. Now Helen, she was good for you.”

Tony’s nostrils flared. He slammed the bacon on the counter to set the meddling woman straight. “I’m getting married to Tiffany. Helen divorced
me
and I’ll be damned if you’re going to come here and start digging up ancient history. Either you get with my program or go home, are we clear?”

The woman stood with her coffee. The shimmery designed talons she called nails held his favorite mug. He thought of Freddie Kruger in an old movie, Nightmare on Elm Street that he’d seen.
Yeah, having his mom around until the wedding was definitely frightening.

She sashayed out the kitchen sliding her feet and clucking her tongue. He didn’t care his words stung. She injected venom
in his veins every time she opened her mouth.

Why the hell couldn’t Tiffany leave well enough alone? He didn’t need his mama in his business trying to run something she didn’t own.