Fae
Setting my drink down and glancing across the bar, I realize that all of my sisters have arrived. For all of my bravado about not worrying about my dad, I physically feel my tightly coiled body give a little in relief that they are here safe and sound. Kea is over towards the tables, talking to the guy I first saw as I came in. Starting to get up to go stand next to her I notice she is blushing with a look of hunger on her face. That alone wouldn’t stop me normally from continuing, but the look of familiarity between the two of them does. I get the sense that there is a story there. One I will be sure to get from her in the morning. I do not allow my sisters to keep things from me, especially not knowing how it could affect us all.
I know, I know. I never said I’m perfect. But as the oldest, it’s my job to know what’s going on. Imagine me, not liking secrets. Ha.
To the left of Kea I see Quetzal pretending not to be watching a shady looking guy in the pool hall, which I don’t think is working out for her. Clearly he is staring at her too, like she is his last meal and it’s his right. Looking again at the two, I am now convinced she is giving him the same look.
The hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up and I can feel myself getting ready to spring into action. Standing up to go to her, two different things happen. First, she jumps up and darts for the door like her ass is on fire with him following behind her.
Second, the guy I was contemplating breaking my dry spell with grabs my arm and says; “whoa, where you going baby? I thought we were going to have some fun tonight.”
I look at him and know I don’t want to sleep with him. Instead I want to knee him in the balls. I mean who the hell does he think he is to grab me like I belong to him or something? “Let me go. Please,” I add with my teeth gnashed together, not that he notices. ‘”I have to go check on my sister.”
Still holding onto my arm he says; “I’m sure she can take care of herself and you need to take care of me.”
Is this guy fucking serious? What the hell did I see in him in the first place? I seriously look at him and he has a narcissistic grin on his face that I want to slap right off. Instead I pick up my drink to throw it in his smug face when a shadow suddenly looms over us.
“Get your fucking hands off my woman, before I beat in your fucking face.”
After getting over the shock of hearing the voice that has haunted my nightmares and my naughtiest fantasies, I feel a mixture of excitement, dread, reservation and lust flow through my body racing to see which one will win out in the end. I am afraid to turn around and face the man who belongs to that voice, because I know I won’t be able to gather the strength to walk away a second time.
“Did you hear me asshole? What makes you think you have the right to put your hands on what belongs to me?”
I can feel my panties starting to get soaked at the last 4 words he said. Those four words that he often said during sex or if he felt someone was getting to close to me. I always got a warm feeling at his possessiveness. Like I was the center of his world. Its then I remember that we are in a bar. My sisters are here probably watching, and someone working for my dad could be in the bar as well.
“Ren, you have no… ”
“Shut the fuck up, Fae. I will deal with your ass in a minute.”
The twinkle in his eye says that he means my literal ass. Shit, that makes me whimper with need to rub myself all over him. I want to strip off my clothes and let him devour me. If I thought I was horny earlier, this just ramped my neediness up100 decibels higher. Stupid.
Telling myself I need to leave now, I try to take advantage of his focus on the man sitting next to me to sneak away. Before I even make it to the door, a hand circles the back of my neck and a warm breathe whispers in my ear “Where do you think you’re going fata?” I felt my body crumbling, hearing the old endearment he always called me. I wish my heart would stop beating so I can perish with this last memory instead of living through the pain of leaving him again.
“Ren, I have to go find my sister. I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I really can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
“Fae, your sister is fine. My man is taking care of her,” he says with a smirk. “But you are going with me, for being a naughty little fata. I think you need to be reminded that my fairy belongs with me. Is it you have forgotten so easy my love, or have you pushed what you felt, behind a veil of fog to make it like it no longer exist for you?”
I know I should say YES, but I am so tired. Tired of running and hiding, being sad, alone and cold. I want the heat back in my life with the fire of passion and the joy of being cherished, even for one night. So I say, “No Ren. I haven’t forgotten about any of it. But…”
“Nah, ah my love, we will talk about this at home. There is someone dying to see you. Then I am going to tie you to the bed, spank your fucking ass and fuck you until you beg me to stop. Only then will I turn you over and fuck you so deep, you’re going to be coughing up my seed for weeks. I plan to rut in you until you pass out Il Mia Amore. I will shoot my love potion in that beautiful fucking pussy making you so slick that my juices run out of you like a waterfall. Everyone will know for sure who you belong to. I will put my mark on you. Then and only then will I make love to you so that you remember who you are.”
As he puts me into his Aston I can’t help but smile because I have always loved this car. “Fata, do you want to tell me while your vocal chords work how and why you could walk away from the life we built?” His anger is palpable and radiating off him and touching me in ways that make me cringe. The hurt in his voice is what almost cripples me with guilt. He reminds me of a grenade at this moment. One wrong move or word could set him off. The problem is I don’t have time to pussy foot around him; I have to get him to let me go before I bring something worse into his life.
This beautiful man that has only ever loved, protected and cherished me looks so dejected by my betrayal. I want to launch myself at him, beg for forgiveness, tell him everything and let the chips fall where they may. But, I can’t bring myself to put all I love and hold dear in the line of my father.
“Ren, I wish I could tell you but it’s better for everyone if you just let me disappear again and forget about me.” The murderous look he gives me is one I have never seen him direct at me, only others. For the first time, I’m afraid of him. The amount of emotional not physical pain could cause Ren to take revenge and retribution on me. Not realizing I have slid closer to the door the eyebrow raises and he says, “Have you been away from my arms so long Mia Fata that you have forgotten how these hands have loved you? I would never harm one of the most precious things to have ever held my heart?”
There was no holding back the dam after that. First the tears start, then the hiccups with snot running out my nose. Ren hands me a handkerchief and goes back to driving. Eventually I pull myself together, but not before I feel and look like a lost toddler. As we came to a stop, I look through tear stained eyes and see the same love he had before reflected there causing the water works to start again. Oh boy, this is going to be a long night if I can’t stop crying.
I vaguely recall being picked up and carried, I must have dozed off or been in shock because he was lying on his side looking at me as if he had found a long-lost treasure. In his beautiful eyes I can see a faint hint of tears and I want to rub his cheek while telling him not to worry, it will be O.K., even though I am not so sure.
“Are you calm now my love?”
I nod.
“Bene. Go to the bathroom and freshen up. There is someone who stayed up extra late to meet you. I think it has been long enough for the both of you.”
I must have looked terrified because he starts consoling me, telling me it’s what we both need and I no longer have a choice. I am trying not to examine why it makes me feel protected, I exhale and decide I am going to run with it.
On shaky legs I get up and go to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realize the emotions this reunion will make will be in real-time life and not in flashbacks. Will I feel hatred, confusion, a lack of connection or all the above being directed at me? I mean who the fuck am I kidding. I deserve it all and more, but I know being met with any of those will break me and I will never recover.
I am stalling by washing my face and reapplying my makeup trying and not to look like a red-faced puffer fish, I try to gather my courage. After taking a deep breath, I open the medicine cabinet looking for something to stop the oncoming headache. I notice there are toiletries for a woman and suddenly I feel the last shred of hope fall through my hands and shatter at my feet. It may have been a silent break to others but I hear it as loud as if it was a real glass. Did I really believe and expect after all these years he would still be alone? Ren is by far one of the most beautiful, rich and powerful men in New York City. His tall, tanned and muscular body resembles a Greek God.
In addition he has a power beyond anything I have ever known and that includes political power. From my experience the year I spent with him, it certainly surpassed celebrity status and political power. See Ren’s dad is the head of the Italian mafia in N.Y. That makes my Ren the second in command. With power, women literally throw themselves at him. Going as far as stopping short of raping him just to get his attention.
After all I chose this life of exile after all. So why do I feel this overwhelming sense of betrayal as if buckets of ice are being poured over my thawing heart? Plunging it back into the darkness.
It was for a good reason, but it was still a choice that took my life from me and apparently gave it to another woman. Instead of telling me he has moved on, he brought me here to see all I have missed as a punishment. I grip the sink trying to steady my shaking knees while holding a sob in and keeping it from tearing my body apart, putting an end to me.
I hear the bathroom door open and Ren asks “Are you ready Fae?”
I turn and look at the man who once pledged his life to me. To protect and love me. I know I deserve his vengeance and more for what I have done. I will try to accept it graciously …but it still hurts knowing what is coming my way.
“Yes. I’m ready.”
He leads me out of the bathroom and I finally get to look around. His house is beautiful. Actually, house is too tame word for what it really is; instead Palatial would be more like it. It’s an open floor plan with marble pillars throughout the whole house. The floors look like your walking on heaven. They too are marble but a white sort of cloudy design that makes it look like your floating in the sky.
The furniture is pristine, but functional in beiges and tans. You can clearly make out a feminine touch in this beautiful home but not overtly so. I see pieces of Ren too in the leather accents, in deep rich browns and burgundy’s. Whoever she is she has good taste.
My stomach is aching. My hands are shaking with sweat accumulating on them. I honestly don’t think I will be standing upright in the next few seconds. I feel myself wanting to bolt and look for the fastest way out. As if he knows where my thoughts are headed or even expected this, he puts me in a chair and grabs my hand to both soothe and warn. God, it feels good to have him touch me. Even this simple handholding.
“Fata, calm down. Alec please bring him now, we are ready” then hangs up the house phone.
Using a penetrating stare meant to through me off balance, I don’t feel his other hand touch me until it is gripping my neck bringing my mouth to his. His mouth slants over mine seeking and probing like a missile looking for its target.
At my gasp his tongue plunges into my mouth while pulling my head back at the same time making me gasp even louder and giving him full control over this wonderful torture he is imbuing on me in this instant. I have no more fight left in me. All I can do is surrender all I have left and hope at the end there is enough left to slink off into a hole and die with some shred of dignity.
I want this one memory to bring me warmth and comfort on cold lonely nights. I wrap my arms around his neck and try to climb him to get close enough because he alone has the power to resuscitate me. I could crawl up under his skin and borough myself there. Away from all the bad memories, the darkness and away from what I know is to come I would do in an instant.
I continue to cling to him and beg him through wet needy kisses for mercy. This kiss. Kiss…. kiss. Kiss is so not the word for what is happening between us right now. His tongue is spearing me, claiming me and mouth. Fucking me in such a way that I am more than positive that I will come from the kiss alone if we don’t stop.
I feel my pussy quiver in anticipation and need; expecting to be brought back to life after years of lying dormant in exile. It feels so right and dangerous because it is all an illusion used to throw me off and confuse me…. Right? I mean it must be. Isn’t it? I am too scared to hope for anything different, but too worked up to care at this moment. I wonder if he can tell how wet I am. How can he not. I’m all but straddling and humping him at this point. Racing toward my release at a rapid speed for fear I won’t have this chance again; to either find release or to have it with him, which is the most important part of this equation. I am afraid that I will be ripped from this euphoria and thrown back into the darkness where he plucked me from before I am given something to take to the grave with me.
“Slow down my beautiful little fairy. Or should I call you nymph right now?” He says with a chuckle.
“I’ve got you. Dea, I forgot how you respond by going up in flames when I get you under me. Come on baby breath. We have a visitor coming and he deserves your full attention.”
He’s petting me trying to help stoke the inferno that has built up in me. I’m becoming cognizant to the fact that I am mewling and holding on the lapel of his shirt like a lifeline. I know my face can only be the shade of the brightest rouge and I duck my head in embarrassment and shame at the way I have behaved. He rubs my head and continues to rock me back and forth whispering beautiful, fanciful things in my ear that I won’t allow myself to believe. But I use them as anchors to bring me back.
I let go of him and take a deep breath. My heart is beating so fast you would think I just ran a marathon. I am unable to stop trembling with so much lust and adrenaline. Wanting only his mouth back on me. I don’t care that he belongs to someone else now, or that he hates me. I just want to be able to feel one more time.
Someone knocks at the door and everything starts to flow in slow motion.
I turn to stand as the door opens and I see the very life I left behind enter the room, my knees can no longer hold me up from the overwhelming feelings of love, sadness and fierce protectiveness that wash over me.
“Mama”
REN
What the fuck do I walk in to? Huh. Can you guess? Yea some dead motherfucker with his about to be broke fucking hands on my woman. She looked like she was going to throw her drink at him, but fuck that. A drink tossed in his face is not good enough. He has to be made an example of because touching my woman is a big no-no. I don’t give a fuck that he didn’t know she was taken.
Is this yahoo serious? He is looking at me like I’m the intruder. He must not have figured out who I am yet. “Did you hear me asshole? What makes you think you have the right to put your hands on what belongs to me?”
I glance at Fae after I say that so she knows how serious I am. Because fuck yea, she belongs to me and has since the moment I plucked her young ass off the sidewalk of New York looking for Mulberry St. There has been no one since her. There never will be. She is everything. I would do anything for her. Somehow I have to get her to know that. But first, I have to get her out of here, after I off this fool. Oh shit. When did I start choking his ass? Oh boy, Lucca is about to get twitchy and start his lecturing shit. He hates when I get my hands dirty. I give him the salute to let him know its cool. I look over at Fae and she starts her shit trying to tell me what I have no right to do…Yea, ok. Like I’m going to listen to that shit. “Shut the fuck up Fae. I will deal with your ass in a minute.” If she is smart, then she knows I mean her literal ASS!!!
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