The Villain (5 page)

“Now you ask me this? Yes I’m done I just finished in June.”

“Was there anything of great importance in your past life?”

“What do you mean, past life?”

“I mean, that in half an hour your life’s gonna change and the kind of change I’m talking about there’s no turning back from, so I’ll ask again was there anything you had back there that you want to have with you here?”

“My friends, my family.”

“You’ll have to hold off on those until I’ve vetted them.” She wasn’t too pleased but she’d learned to keep her tongue behind her teeth, at least in this instance.

“Go ahead and finish your lunch we’re having company in a little bit.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” Fuck it. I took the fork from where she’d all but thrown it down on the table next to her plate and fed her myself.

I had to force her mouth open and hold it there with a strong hand, but I got it done. “You’re gonna need all your strength babe, might as well fuel up.”

“What for?” Just to fuck with her, I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “To carry my seed.” It took her a minute but once my words registered she was back to her shit again.

“Not now babe, we don’t have time.” I wish I had time to call some place up and have them send over some appropriate attire, but that will have to wait. We could always do the shit over at a later date, for now I wanted it over and done with so that I could make my next move.

It hadn’t been my first choice when I’d given the order to grab her, but all things considered, it was the best solution. I knew there was no way I was giving her back, and I knew enough about myself to know what keeping her meant.

“There’s gonna be a man here in another ten minutes or so, do as I say and your old man lives, don’t and I’ll cap his ass.”

I wasn’t too thrilled about the look of fear in her eyes, but I knew she would be okay, I’ll see to it. It was strange realizing that I preferred her feisty mouth to the quiet mouse I’d always told myself I wanted to settle down with.

Don’t know where the fuck I got that idea, mom was as far from a mouse as a female could get. Looks like I had my dad’s impediment, we were both attracted to crazy ass females.

The doorbell rang and she jumped. “Let’s go.” I walked her into the foyer and got the door. Corlucci the priest was standing there looking put-upon as usual.

“Come in Frank.” He hates when I do that shit, but we grew up together and there was no way I was calling him father, no matter what the fuck he said.

“What is it this time Dray, who needs last rites?”

“No one smartass, I told you what I wanted.”

“You were serious? I thought you were playing around.” He tried looking around me, nosy ass.

“Nope, I’m just waiting for the judge with the license.” I saw her react out the corner of my eye. A priest and talk of a license, wasn’t hard to figure out where the fuck I was going with this.

Before she could bolt, which she looked ready to do, I took her elbow and led them both into the parlor to wait.

“Hello Miss....” He held out his hand and my little angel face all but sneered at him.

“Have some respect babe, he’s gonna be the one baptizing our offspring in the not too distant future.” She zinged me with one of her looks but I ignored her.

“So how’ve you been Dray? Haven’t seen you in church in a month of Sundays.” The fucking priests were bigger criminals than I’d ever be, but I didn’t say that to him, because he was one of the good guys; that’s why he was here.

He kept giving my girl looks though and was pretty close to me choking him with his collar; the fuck?

“What the fuck Frank?” He huffed at me but knew better than to correct my speech.

“She looks familiar, where do I know you from?”

“Nosy people get dead Frank her name is Anastasia Balducci, ring a bell?” I knew it would and his reaction was no surprise.

He had the good sense not to ask me if I was crazy but then he fucked up. “Are you being forced into anything young lady?”

“Frank, we’ve been friends for a long time, don’t let it end badly.”

“I’m not afraid of you Dray, you won’t kill me without a cause. If you were gonna kill me you would’ve done it when I told your mom what you were up to when we were sixteen.”

“Fucking snitch.” He always was a nosy fuck. The doorbell rang before he could stick his nose any farther in my shit and I went to answer it.

“Morning judge thanks for coming through in such short notice.”

“No problem it was just a matter of adding the names. Will that be all?”

“For now yeah.” I closed the door and walked away. The judge owed me his balls, since I had them in a clinch on account of some very incriminating photos I have of the freak doing some shit that the public would fry his ass for.

Back in the other room the two of them were eyeing each other warily and I wondered what if anything she’d said to him to put him on his guard.

Let’s get this shit over with.”

“Draco.” Why was he always talking to me like I was a recalcitrant minor he was scolding?

“Don’t have the time Frank let’s go I’ve got shit to do I don’t get to sit around all day with my nose in people’s shit.”

“No respect for the cloth.” He shook his head as he turned to us. She looked like she was gonna say something to put the brakes on my shit but just one word whispered in her ear was enough to settle her ass down.

The shit was over in less than ten minutes and that was only because I had to wait for Chase to come inside to stand witness.

After it was all said and done I felt a huge sense of relief and something else. Something that felt suspiciously like joy. Yeah, I had time for that shit in my life.

I gave Frank a pretty hefty envelope for his troubles and was sure that he’d have it spent on one of his afterschool program shits that he’s always hitting me up for.

I must’ve singlehandedly built every fucking basketball court in the city; fucking thieving ass politicians, always making promises they can’t keep.

“We’ll be out in a minute Chase.” She seemed to be in shock and I couldn’t blame her, I’d just changed her life completely, but now that it was done I saw the benefits. Not only in the fact that I could ride her anytime I want, but also businesswise, I’d just fucked her old man.

I took her upstairs and got her some clothes. “I’m gonna put some more ointment on you, you wanna do it lying down or standing up?”

“I can do it myself.”

“Where the fuck is the fun in that? Besides, you can’t see inside you, so lying down it is.”

Of course she tried to fight me, but my teeth in her neck soon had her quieting down a little. Shit, now my dick was hard again from all this rolling around with her.

I tested the waters just a little bit with the tips of my fingers and fuck if that cream wasn’t as fast acting as it claimed, because she was no longer as swollen, as she’d been earlier.

I fumbled around with my belt and zipper until my beast was loose, and holding her in place with my teeth, slid into her.

Fuck, if she ever knows what this shit does to me she’d run my ass. It was like I’d never been inside a pussy before, all the others paled and all that I knew was the feel of her.

No pussy had ever felt quite this right, it was almost as if her pussy had a direct link to my heartstrings.

I lifted my head and looked down at her when I felt liquid heat cover my cock. She knew that I’d felt that shit because her face went up in flames.

It was probably not very gentlemanly of me, but I couldn’t resist. “You like having me inside you don’t you?”

“No.” maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut because her embarrassment made her fight me, or she started to anyway, but then the strangest thing happened.

One of her moves sent my dick into the fucking ends of her. I felt something give way around my cockhead before I was caught in the tightest hole I’d ever encountered.

Now I was the one leaking, I could actually feel my cock spitting pre-cum into her. My eyes all but rolled back in my fucking head the shit was so good, but at the same time it was her reaction that made my heart and my head swell.

“Ohhhh.” Her mouth stayed open in an O as she looked up at me amazed. Her body tightened around my cock before she lifted us both off the bed and screamed.

“Fuck.” I just hung on for the ride as she came and cried at the same time. I couldn’t hold back my own release and emptied my nut inside her even as she passed the fuck out.

“What the fuck was that?” I was talking to myself because she was out. I eased out of that place inside her and went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth.

She came awake after I’d cooled her brow and I’d taken the time while she was out, to apply some more cream to her pussy, while lecturing myself to let her heal.

Something had changed, shifted between us. I could feel it and was pretty sure that she could too. Though nothing was said between us, I knew it.

She was hella skittish after that, and way too quiet. As I sat in my office staring at her on the couch instead of doing the shit I’d come here to do, it struck me as odd that we’d only met the day before.

How the fuck could life change so drastically in just twenty-four hours? If I hadn’t been the one to suggest nabbing her, I would be inclined to believe that I’d been set up.

The phone rang breaking me out of my reverie. Shit, mom. “Ma what’s doing?” The new Mrs. Santorini picked her head up from one of the hundred magazines I’d bought her to keep her occupied while I worked.

The other one went right into rant mode. That fucking Frank was still carrying tales. “Ma it was a last minute thing...”

“I don’t care, I should’ve been there and it should’ve been done right. Is this how I raised you?” I rolled my eyes at her patented question.

“Just like your dad, now tell me is it true? Is it the Balducci girl? And if so what the hell are you up to? Your dad feels certain that you know what you’re about but I’m not so sure. If she’s anything like her old man my grandkids will most certainly be part idiot.”

“Nice ma real nice. As a matter of fact she reminds me of you.” She went all soft on me then.

“Really son, well isn’t that nice? See Tommy, I told you our boy was smart.” I could hear dad mumbling something in the background, which was most likely his assent.

“When are you bringing her home? Tommy I wasn’t done talking to him.” Dad came on the line after their little skirmish. These two have no respect for my time.

“Son, business or pleasure?” I didn’t need him to explain. “Both but heavy on the latter.”

“Well alright then, you straight, you need me to deal with that fuck? Frank said she was in your robe.”

“Frank is a nosy fuck, speaking of which he’s been bitching about the school gymnasium.”

“I’ll take care of it. I’ll try to keep your mom sane until you’re ready to bring her new daughter in law home, just watch your back, that one’s a snake.”

“I know it.” The thing was, should I tell her or let her go on thinking as she did that he was worth the air he breathed?

If she hung around with me for any length of time she was bound to find out some shit about him that would shatter her little girl heart. Now that that heart was mine to protect, did I really want that for her?

I got off the phone after dad passed me back to the Gestapo, and tried to get some shit done. The jeweler showed up about an hour later excited as fuck.

I moved to the couch and sat next to her so we could go over the diamonds together. I’d told the fuck what I was looking for, yes she would be the one wearing it, but it was a symbol of what I felt for her, one that everyone would be seeing for the rest of her life, so it had to be on point.

My favorite was the fifteen- carat cushion, the shit was mammoth and on her little hands it might look like a boulder, but I like what I like.

“Which one do you like?” I could tell that she was accustomed to being taken care of because she didn’t even blink at the excess laid out before her.

She looked over every piece with excitement but I saw the minute she remembered where she was and what she was doing.

“None.” She sat back with a pout as the jeweler almost shit himself. I don’t know why people think I’m so petty that I’d off them for something as simple as disappointing my new wife, but I could see the flop sweat forming on his forehead.

Okay yes I’ve been known to hurt a motherfucker for looking at me cross eyed, but damn I have a little bit of control. Besides, she was just being difficult.

“Relax Abrams, you’re good.” He ran his finger around his collar and tried to breathe regularly again.

I went ahead and chose the one I liked and put it on her finger. Yeah, she liked it; she couldn’t hide that shit from me. I chose a few other pieces for her before sending him on his way.

“Let’s go, this is no way to spend your wedding day.”

“It’s not like it’s a real wedding.” She said that as she was gazing at the Rock of Gibraltar I’d just put on her hand. I chose to ignore her shit, because I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her ass, I was more in the mood to spoil her, the jewelry had only whet my appetite.