Things hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but they’d turned out all right. We’d heard he was planning to rob our shipment of guns. I knew he felt justified since they were coming through what he considered his port, but that dock used to be controlled by Franco. And even if we were using his dock, a good business man would have charged us a fee for the use, not tried to rob the entire shipment. No one robs from a Franco Morelli and lives to tell about it.

I’d been working for Mr. Morelli for ten years. When my father had gotten pinched, some people thought he’d talk. My dad wasn’t a rat, I’ll tell you that much. He might not have been around for me and my mom all the time, but he was a man of his word, and no rat. So yeah, he went to jail and was doing his time. He knows when he gets out he’ll be rewarded.

Twenty years is a long time to wait though, especially when you’ve got a kid. I was fifteen when my dad went in. My mom had died when I was thirteen. It was a rough few years. I’m not really sure what would have happened to me, I know I’d have gone into foster care for sure, but Franco took me in, made sure there wasn’t anything I needed.

Without him, I wouldn’t have graduated high school and I sure as fuck, wouldn’t have gone off to college. I came home two years ago with a business degree. It wasn’t like you needed a degree to work for the family, but it did help. Maybe if Al Capone had known a bit more about finance, he wouldn’t have gotten pinched.

Franco had only one rule when he took me in. I remembered the conversation as clear as the day we’d had it. My father’s trial had just ended, and Franco took me back to his house. We were sitting at his patio in his backyard. I’d thanked him for letting me stay there. I wasn’t sure, at the time, how long his hospitality would last, but I was grateful for every night I didn’t have to spend in a home or out on the street.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Franco said. “This is what family does for each other. Your father is a very honorable man. He’s a man of his word. He took care of me and the family. Now I’ll take care of him and his family.”

I nodded. I was only sixteen, but I understood what had happened. Either my father hadn’t ratted out other people involved in whatever he’d done illegally, or he was taking the rap for someone else who’d done it.

“I’m counting on you to have the same character and work ethic of your father.”

I nodded again. “Yes Sir, Mr. Morelli.”

He put his arm around me. “You’re going to be staying here, working for me now. I’ll pay you well, but you need to do your work without question. Can you do that?”

“Yes Sir,” I responded again.

“Listen to me and don’t question things and you’ll go far,” he said. He went on, “So now you have a job. As for your living conditions. There is a social worker who wants to place you somewhere.”

I nodded.

“I’d like to offer you a place in my home, if you’d like, until you’re able to move out on your own.”

It was a huge burden off of my shoulders. “I’d like that a lot, Sir,” I said.

He put his hand on my shoulder. “Good. There are a few rules living in this house, but one main one.” His eyes moved from me across his lawn to the garden. A woman sat there with a girl. The girl seemed about my age, but a few years younger. “You like pussy, Marco?” he asked, surprising me with the question.

No one had ever talked to me about sex before, let alone asked me that bold of a question. “I uh, yeah,” I stammered. “I like pussy.” The truth was, I’d never had sex. I’d gotten a feel once, at a party, but that was about it.

Franco’s eyes never left the two in the garden. “Pussy is good, but if you ever try to fuck my wife and especially if you try to fuck my daughter, I’ll cut your dick off, cook it, make you eat it, then put a bullet in your skull. Got it?”

I nodded in shock. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Good, now let’s go get you some pussy.” It was as if he knew I was a virgin.

It didn’t matter because I wasn’t for long. That night we went to one of the clubs he owned and he bought me a few lap dances. The lap dances turned into blow jobs, which turned into fucking, which turned into a threesome. It was a great introduction into sex, and one that would have an impact on my life for the next six years.

It was easy to stay away from Annalisa, Franco’s daughter. Sure, she was beautiful, but she was thirteen and I was sixteen and getting fucked by twenty year old strippers every night. On top of that, Annalisa and I had really bonded and I thought of her as a sister. Even when Annalisa had grown into a beautiful woman, there was never a sexual attraction there, only a strong friendship. She, Franco, and his wife Teresa were my family and I’d do anything for them, including protect them from assholes like Dante Ranetti who wanted to steal from them.

Most of the guys thought we should have just taken him out right there on the docks, but I had another plan. He wasn’t just some punk, he was the son of Franco’s biggest rival. He was worth far more to us alive than dead. The hardest part, though, was going to be keeping him alive. I heard he was an arrogant asshole. He had a reputation for fucking a different woman every night. He was called Dante the Dime, cause supposedly his dick was ten inches. I didn’t believe that shit for a second. He was probably hung like a mouse and paid women to spread that rumor. This was another thing about Dante Ranetti, he had a mouth on him bigger than the legend of his cock.

I took a deep breath before entering the room he was being held in. I left Donnie outside just in case everything went to shit. I left my gun out there too. It wasn’t in the plan to kill him, and I didn’t want to end up getting shot with my own gun if things got ugly.

I opened the door and the standoff began. I wasn’t an expert at this, but I’d learned that often times, if you said nothing, a person being held captive, with the knowledge that they were about to be killed or tortured, motivated them to give you want you wanted. Fifty percent of the time, we didn’t have to touch the guy to get him to talk. In this case, we didn’t need Dante to talk at all. I was curious, however, to see what he’d say. He didn’t disappoint.

“You might as well shoot me now faggot, cause I’m not telling you shit.”

This fucker was something else. Calling an Italian man a homo really was asking to get shot. I knew that was exactly what he wanted though. I know it’s what I would want if I ended up in his hands. I wasn’t offended anyway. Hell, my dick wasn’t even dry yet from fucking my girl. She was a tiny thing with a tight little body. The first time I’d fucked her, I swore I was going to tear her in two, and even now, after fucking her hundreds of times her pussy still strangled the shit out of my cock. And she wasn’t a butterface either. You know, one of those chicks that everything about her was hot but her face. No, she was drop dead gorgeous with these big blue eyes and dark brown, almost black hair.

She wasn’t like most girls in bed either. My girl was horny twenty-four seven. She liked to fuck every way possible and even begged me to fuck her in the ass. I’d met her at the strip club where she was a dancer. She liked to hang out there with me and get lap dances from other strippers. I loved watching them rub and kiss each other. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d seen in my life. I knew I was the luckiest fucker alive because she was faithful too.

I thought it was funny though, him calling me a faggot, and it took balls, I just wasn’t gonna give him what he wanted. Instead, I responded calmly. “I’m not a homosexual, though I do enjoy a nicely decorated room and a good glass of wine. As for shooting you, that really wouldn’t be in my best interest and I’d end up having to clean up your brains from the floor and dumping your body. I really love these shoes too.” I lifted my foot to show him my shoe. “Like em? My girl got them for me for Christmas. I love the soles. See, if things get really crazy, I can show you how they leave these exact marks behind...right on your ass.”

I swore I saw him smile before he attacked me. Fucking moron. I reached into my back pocket, flipped the cap off the syringe, and injected him with a sedative. It was much easier to check out his shoulder with him asleep anyhow. His wound really wasn’t that bad, a through and through. There was a bigger hole on his back than his front, but it was clean. I really just had to watch for infection. I set out the alcohol and began working on him. I poured the alcohol on the bullet hole, somewhat disappointed he was asleep for this part. Then I re-bandaged the front and back. It’d nearly stopped bleeding already. It would be sore for a long time, but he’d be fine.

After I’d finished cleaning the asshole’s shoulder, I headed upstairs for a meeting with the Boss. Franco Morelli had been my father figure and mentor since I’d been sixteen, and cared about me as a person, but I never forgot he was a ruthless businessman. He would take care of you for life you if you were loyal to him, but if you crossed him, he’d slit your fucking throat and eat your tongue for dinner. People just didn’t cross him.

I walked into his office. Franco was sitting in a large leather chair. Donnie, his protection and Vito, his enforcer were standing off to the side. Both men were huge, over 6 feet tall and muscular. I guess if that’s what Donnie hung around with all day, it was no wonder he thought Dante was little. He probably thought I was too.

I’d known Donnie since I was a kid. He was loyal as fuck, but once you knew him, he was a big softie. He was Franco’s nephew, and since he was a relative, Franco trusted him to be Annalisa’s protection when she left the house. Annalisa had grown up with Donnie always one step behind her. She liked him, and I trusted her judgement. The three of us were good friends.

Vito on the other hand was a different story. He was the cousin of one of Franco’s best friends who’d died a few years back of cancer. Vito had moved up fast because he was ruthless and seemed to enjoy his job as an enforcer. No one got things done better than Vito. He was a bit cocky though, and this always made me nervous. Franco told me not everyone could be as cultured as I was, and I should let him do his job. Having a reputation was part of it.

“So, how is our guest?” Franco asked.

“Fine. His shoulder isn’t that bad. If he makes it out of here, he should be fine. I had to knock him back out though. Cocky little prick.”

Franco laughed. “Sounds like Sal’s kid.”

“Yeah this one’s got quite a reputation,” Donnie chimed in. “They call him Dante the dime, cause supposedly he’s got a ten inch dick. Is that true Marco?”

I laughed. I guess he’d heard the same rumor I had. “Ha-ha fucker. Like I looked at his dick. But I’ve heard of his reputation. Supposedly, he fucks a different chick every night. I don’t get what they see, but apparently, he’s good looking and uses that to get what he wants. I heard that if one of his men crosses him, he seduces their wife or girlfriend, or both and then shows the guy a video of the woman enjoying herself right before he caps them. “

“Damn!” Donnie said in awe. “I heard he would fuck his own mother if it would get him ahead.”

Franco laughed. “Don’t believe reputations. I know Camilla, and there is no way she would put up with that. Dante Ranetti is a man, not a legend. But he is clever and he will say or do anything to get free. Don’t let him get to you, any of you.” He looked right at Vito and Donnie.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think fucking me would work, so no worries Boss.”

Donnie’s comment made everyone in the room laugh, except Vito. Not sure, I’ve ever seen Vito laugh, or smile for that matter. But then again, there was something not right about him, but I guess there had to be to be the guy who broke people’s kneecaps or put their fingers in a vice until the bone crushed.

Franco stood ending the meeting. “Let’s have dinner gentlemen. Teresa and Annalisa have been making lasagna all afternoon. I can smell it from here.”

My mouth began to water at the thought.

“Oh and Lina is here too Marco, though you already knew that.”

I felt my face redden at what I knew was to come.

“The next time you feel like getting your dick wet, would you please use one of the guest rooms. Although I enjoyed the show, Annalisa or Teresa could have walked into that garden.”

“Yes Boss,” I responded. It was easier said than done. My girl was a nymphomaniac. She always wanted it, and it was hard to say no to a girl who offered to go down on you, even if you were standing in your boss’ wife’s rose garden. In retrospect, I probably didn’t have to fuck her on the bench though. I could have done as Franco asked and brought her into the house. The thing was, she loved having sex where people might see, and outside was her favorite place. I’d have to tell her we’d need to be more careful because Franco saw. Then again, when she learned that Franco watched us fuck, it would turn her on even more. She was quite a handful, but it was a problem I loved having.

Dinner was excellent as was the company. When Franco was with Teresa and Annalisa, he was almost a different man. He smiled and laughed. I could see him relax. It went to show you how important having a good relationship was for people. It seemed to center and ground him.

Just as we finished eating, he asked Teresa to prepare a plate for a guest.

Teresa winced at his comment. She knew what this meant, though she said nothing about it. She was an intelligent woman. She was married a crime lord. Though Franco never spoke about business with his wife, she had to know what was going on. Her father had been a made man, though he’d “retired” and moved to Boca Raton years earlier. “I’ll just go and prepare a plate,” she said, getting up from the table, bringing the tray of lasagna with her.

“Marco, take the food down to him when it’s ready.” No sooner had the words come out of his mouth when all of our phones started to go off. Apparently, Sal had found out about the lost shipment of guns down at the dock and what happened to Dante because he or some of his men had done a drive-by on one of Franco’s legitimate restaurants.

“There’s been an incident at Annalisa’s,” Franco said, stating what I already knew. “We need to go make sure everyone is okay and we need to let Sal know that we won’t be intimidated into hiding in our houses.”

I sent a few quick texts telling a handful of our men to meet us there. I felt sure the scene was quiet, as Sal’s guys wouldn’t have stuck around for the cops to show up, but there was always safety in numbers.

“Have Annalisa take our guest his dinner,” Franco added, putting his suit jacket on and walking toward the door.

I recalled Dante’s reputation with women. “Do you think that’s a good idea? I really don’t know if we should send her in with him.”

“This is Annalisa were talking about,” Franco said. “He isn’t going to seduce Annalisa.”

I thought about his words. Sure Annalisa was naive about sex, but she was hot. True, I only had eyes for my girl, Lina, but I wasn’t blind. I knew Annalisa was beautiful and had a great body. The only reason she didn’t have a boyfriend was because everyone in Chicago knew that Franco would shoot his dick off long before he got it anywhere near his only daughter. I was sure I hadn’t been the only guy he’d warned. I wanted to point this out, but telling him that his daughter was a hottie really wasn’t a wise move. We had other things to worry about anyway. I had something else to worry about too. Lina might not be my wife, but she was my girl, and anyone knew, the fastest way to get to a guy, was through his girl.

“Hey Boss, just until things calm down, is it alright if Lina stays here?” It wasn’t unusual for her to spend the night. I lived there and she was over all of the time. Besides, she and Annalisa had formed a friendship.

Franco nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Just keep it down tonight will you?”

I nodded. Maybe it was time to invest in a ball gag. I chuckled under my breath

I went into the kitchen to say goodbye to Lina and to tell her she should spend the night. She was washing dishes with her back to me. I came up behind her and snaked my arm around her waist pulling her tightly to me. “Baby, I’m going to go take care of some business with the Boss down at Annalisa’s. I want you to sleep here tonight.”

She turned towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me goodbye.

I slid my hands down and grabbed her ass. “Make sure that pussy is shaved smooth for me when I get home. I’m planning on eating dessert.” I kissed her then went out.

Franco was waiting in the car. Vito was driving, Donnie was shotgun, while Franco and I rode in the back. When we arrived at Annalisa’s Restorante there were cops and paramedics everywhere.

Franco and I walked into the restaurant just as the paramedics were wheeling Gino out on a stretcher. He’d been shot in the chest judging from the blood on his shirt and apron. He was Annalisa’s head chef.

“Do you have any idea who shot you?” a police officer was asking him.

“No,” Gino answered looking at Franco. I wasn’t sure if Gino had no clue who did it or if he was just keeping his mouth closed to the cops. Franco knew who’d shot up his restaurant and hurt his employees. He didn’t want the person responsible to go to jail—he would want them dead.

Vito had parked the car. He and Donnie joined Franco and I inside. The four of us looked around the restaurant. There was glass everywhere, tables and chairs overturned, but no one seemed injured. In fact, the place was empty with the exception of a few employees over in the corner. I motioned for one of the waitresses to come over.

“Mr. Morelli,” a young blonde said, when she reached us. “Everything happened so fast.”

Franco nodded and put his hand on her shoulder above her name tag that said “Brandi.” He moved in a bit closer and leaned in, making things more intimate. “Brandi, I’m sure you responded the best you could.” She nodded. “Tell us what happened.”

“Well, it was really confusing. I was serving a customer his dinner and I heard this loud popping and then glass breaking. We all just hit the floor of the restaurant.”

“Were any customers hurt?” Franco asked.

Brandi shook her head. “No, I mean, a few had scrapes or cuts from the glass, but no one was shot.

I looked around the room. Ignoring all of the broken glass and furniture on the floor, I looked at the walls. The shots were all near the ceiling.

“Looks like they aimed high Boss,” Donnie whispered.

It wouldn’t matter. Not killing civilians was a nice gesture, but it wouldn’t save Sal Ranetti or his men. “Was Gino out in the restaurant?” I asked. “How was it he got shot?”

Brandi looked over at me, but then back to Franco. “I don’t know. I was on the floor when I heard more shots. They were coming from the kitchen. They didn’t last long, maybe only like ten seconds. I heard shouting though, and I crawled into the kitchen.” She stopped talking and put her hand over her mouth. Tears spilled down her face. “Gino, Nick and Marie were all on the floor...shot.”

“Shot?” Franco asked.

She nodded. “The ambulance took them away first. They—they weren’t so good.”

Franco pulled me aside. “Call who you know at the hospital to get info on Nick and Marie. I want to make sure they’re okay.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I said.

Franco walked over to the other employees and checked to make sure they were okay and then sent them home. I was already on my phone to the hospital when Franco walked into the kitchen with Vito and Donnie. “Hey Elena, got a minute?”

“Sure. Give me a second. I was going to call you in a few minutes.” Elena was our primary contact at the hospital. She was the daughter of one of Franco’s lower level men. Sharp as a tack, she’d wanted to be a doctor. Med school is expensive. Franco offered her a full ride. She’d taken it, and that put her in our debt. It wasn’t like was our slave, but she was loyal and a good doctor. More than once, we showed up at her house for emergency medical care. She was good at pulling a bullet and stitching a guy up without the cops finding out.

In this case, all I wanted was information. She came back on the phone. “Sorry Marco,” she said. “I was just checking in on Marie. She’s stable now.”

“And Nick?”

“He’s in surgery. He took three bullets. One to the chest, and two to the stomach. It’s the one to his chest that we’re worried about. It wasn’t his heart, but his lung has collapsed.”

“And Gino?” I asked.

“He was just brought in. I haven’t checked in on him yet. I can call or text you when I know.”

“Do the cops know anything?”

“I doubt it. Maria and Nick were in no condition to say anything.”

“Alright. Call me when Nick’s out of surgery please.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks Elena.” I hung up and went to find Franco in the kitchen.

“And you’re sure it was Sal’s guy Jimmy?” Franco was asking one of the bus boys.

“Yeah. I recognized him Mr. Moretti.” Franco nodded and turned to me. “Well, it appears Sal is aware we have Dante. I want revenge for what he did.”

I nodded.

“How are the others?” Franco asked.

“Elena says that Nick’s in surgery. Maria is stable and Gino just got there. She’ll call later when she knows more.”

Two officers in uniform walked into the kitchen. I recognized one of them, Antony. He was one on our payroll. He spoke, “We have a few questions for you. Can I have a minute?”

Franco nodded.

“Do you have any idea who would do this?”

Franco shook his head. “No, of course not. Who would shoot up a family restaurant? It must be a deranged person.”

Antony nodded. “Well, if you have anything further to add, you can call this number.” He handed Franco a card.

His partner looked at him, a bit of confusion on his face. “Don’t you have any more questions?” his partner asked.

Antony turned to him. “Mr. Moretti wasn’t even here. What more could I ask him? He’s the owner of a restaurant, a few restaurants. We’ll just have to ask the people who got shot.”

“I did ask them, well two of them,” Antony’s partner said. “Neither of them saw anything.”

Antony shook his head. “That’s a shame. I guess this one is just going to go unsolved.” He turned back to Franco. “I’m sorry about your restaurant. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” The officer walked from the kitchen with a confused partner in tow.

Sure, everyone knew it was bullshit, but everyone also knew that it was futile to investigate further. No one was talking, no one was ever gonna talk, and even if they flat out knew who did it, that person would never be alive to make it to court, not if Franco had anything to do with it. Jimmy was a dead man walking.

We had all of the employees leave and closed up the restaurant the best we could. I called a construction crew who said they’d start work on it right away. They’d board it up tonight, and then start fixing it up in the morning. Franco wanted it reopened as soon as possible. He didn’t give a shit about the money, but he wanted to show everyone that he couldn’t be shut down and that nothing Sal or the Ranetti family did would stop his business.

Franco and I stopped by the hospital to visit Gino, Nick and Maria. He had one of his money guys meet us there and bring him a few envelopes. It was a type of get well. A few thousand dollars always made a person feel better.

Gino and Maria were awake and in stable condition, though both were in a lot of pain. Franco told them to take as long as they needed to recover and that he’d pay their full salaries.

Maria looked relieved. I knew she was a single mother who lived with her sister. Franco told her that he’d have a little extra money sent over to help until she got back on her feet. I knew it would go a long way for her.

Gino’s wife was by his side. Franco hugged her and gave her an envelope. “Just a little something to help you while he’s recovering.” Gino’s wife said that she couldn’t take the money. Franco insisted. “Gino took care of me today. Now I’m taking care of him. It’s what family does.”

Nick was recovering from surgery, but hadn’t woken yet.

“Any word?” we asked Elena when we saw her in the hall.

“Yes, he’s doing well and can have visitors now. I’m going to tell his fiancée.”

I didn’t know Nick was engaged. I wasn’t sure if Franco knew. There were too many employees to know everything about all of them.

We followed Elena to the waiting room. His fiancé was pacing. When she saw Franco, she glared at him. There was fire in her green eyes. Clearly, she knew what he was, and she blamed him. She wasn’t wrong. It was Franco’s fault, well, technically my fault that the restaurant had been shot up. It’d been my plan to kidnap Dante. It was Sal who’d given the order, but I was the reason for the order. Ironically, I didn’t feel bad though. This was a war between families and there were always casualties in a war.

Her face softened when she saw Elena. “Dr. Celso,” she said, hurrying over to us. “How’s Nick?”

“He’s out of surgery and stable. You can go and see him in just a minute. They’re putting him in a room.”

Nick’s fiancé’s body visibly sagged in relief. “Thank you so much. I… I was so worried. I told him not to work there… I said that it was…” She stopped herself and looked over at Franco. “Dangerous.”

Wow. This chick had balls. Had I not been so in love with Lina, I might have had an interest in her. She also had a death wish. No one talked to Franco like that.

I could see everyone staring at him wondering what he’d do.

Franco didn’t bat an eye though. He held out his hand. “I’m so sorry to hear about Nick. I’m Franco Morelli. I own the restaurant where Nick works.”

“I know who you are,” the fireball said in a curt tone.

“And you must be Kaitlin. You’re even more beautiful than Nick described.”

His comment disarmed her, and the rest of us for that matter.

Franco took her moment of silence as a way to continue, “Nick’s a good man, on his way to becoming head chef. In fact, it’s about time I open a new restaurant. When he’s back on his feet, he can hire his own whole team.”

Kaitlin’s mouth hung open.

“He should focus on getting better first, and on your wedding. When is the date?”

Kaitlin had totally lost her thunder. “It’s uh… well, it was supposed to be this spring, May 18th, but now, I mean...I guess when Nick’s ready.”

Franco handed her an envelope. “Please use this to help take care of Nick when he gets out of the hospital.”

She took the envelope hesitantly.

“Think of it as an engagement gift. And when you’re ready to get married, you can have your reception at any of my restaurants. It’s on me.”

Again, her mouth fell open.

“That is, unless you think it’s too dangerous.”

Her face flushed pink. “No….no I don’t think that Mr. Morelli. I…I’m sorry. I was very upset, worried about Nick.”

Franco nodded. “Apology accepted. Now, why don’t I let you go see your fiancé, so you’re there when he wakes up.” Kaitlin started to walk away, but Franco stopped her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “I know that Nick didn’t see anything and the cops won’t be able to help, but rest assured, what happened to him won’t go unpunished.”

Kaitlin nodded and walked off.

“Call me if anything changes,” he said to Elena. “And call me if Nick or Kaitlin remember anything.” I knew Franco. If either of them had anything to say to the cops, Nick would have an unfortunate complication or Kaitlin a tragic accident. It was just how it worked.

It was nearly midnight when we left the hospital. “Same plan?” I asked once we got in the car.

“As pissed as I am, and I’m pissed, putting a bullet between Dante’s eyes isn’t a good business decision. Sal will pay for what he did, but I want to take my time, make it painful. The plan stays in effect. I’ll call him tomorrow.”

We didn’t talk anymore the rest of the ride home.

Once there, Vito went to his apartment. Donnie stayed in case we needed a driver. Franco headed straight to bed. I needed to check on Dante.

I went down the basement stairs. The light was on in the hall, which concerned me. I punched in the code to the lock on the door and opened it slightly. The lights were off in the room and Dante was asleep on the bed.

I thought about going to question Dante, but I was afraid I was too emotional. Franco was right. Emotions were no way to run a business. I needed a clear head. After a day like today, there was only one thing that would calm me down, and that was my girl.

She was asleep when I climbed into bed. She was a little thing, but she’d taken up nearly the entire bed. “Lina,” I said trying to wake her. I nudged her a bit and she rolled away for a second and then rolled back onto my side of the bed, covering me with her body. “Lina,” I repeated. “Angelina,” I finally said, using her full name.

That one worked.

“I missed you,” she murmured into my chest. “Is everything all right?”

I kissed the top of her head. “It’s being handled. I want you to stay here for a little while.”

She sat up a bit more, the covers falling, pooling at her waist. “Are you going to be here?” she asked, leaning in.

I nodded.

“Then where else would I want to be?” she whispered.

This was why I loved my girl.

She leaned down and kissed my lips softly. Her mouth was so soft, but it was also demanding. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and bit down on it.

She had me so turned on in just seconds. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her onto me, so she was straddling my waist. She rose up a little, so that my cock was just inside her pussy. She liked to tease me like this, but I wasn’t in the mood. I needed to feel her and I needed it on the spot.

She cried out when I grabbed her hips more tightly and slammed her down onto me. She didn’t need any further coaching. My baby girl went to town riding my cock.

I lay there for a moment, in awe, as she bounced up and down on my shaft. I loved asses, but tits were really high up on my favorite body parts list. Lina’s were big for a girl her size. I loved how they bounced when she fucked me.

I leaned up, and caught a nipple between my teeth. Tugging on it hard, Lina moaned in pleasure. Her pussy was grinding on my abdomen as she rode me hard and fast. I wasn’t letting go of her nipple except to put the other one in my mouth.

Lina was moaning loudly and when I slid my hands around her waist and down to her asshole, she went crazy. “Shhh,” I begged. “Franco said that we had to be quiet.”

“He’s listening?” she asked excitedly, rocking even faster. Her lithe body was milking my cock as she bounced up and down on it with even more energy.

I knew that would turn her on, and I was worried she’d get even louder, but she managed to control her moans and whimpers. Even when she came, she bit down on her lip.

It was somehow even hotter than when she screamed out. It had me so hard, that I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her off of me, and put her on the bed on her stomach. “All fours,” I said softly.

She scrambled to her hands and knees and I wasted no time driving into her soft flesh. It was still dripping from her orgasm. I loved the feel of a slippery wet cunt. My baby didn’t disappoint. I fucked her hard and fast. Though the two of us were quiet, I knew the sound of me fucking her wouldn’t be. I only hoped that Franco’s room was far enough down the hall that he couldn’t hear.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck…” I growled as I grew closer and closer to my own release.

“Fill me with your cum,” Lina whispered, looking at me over her shoulder.

Her words were my undoing. I couldn’t help it. I blasted cum into her pussy, filling her to the point it leaked out around my shaft. I was glad she was on birth control because I swore I could have gotten her pregnant twice with that shot.

As intense as my orgasm was the wave of exhaustion that came moments later was just as strong. I lay down on my back and pulled my girl on top of me. As I was falling asleep, I thought I heard a creek from the floorboards in the hallway. I sat up for a second, but heard nothing else. I was glad I’d checked on Dante.

I’d deal with him, with it all in the morning.