Evie

 

This was the first time that I was visiting my father since his trial started. He was being kept in the jail, something that I knew his lawyers had fought long and hard against, but that was something that I was counting as his problem, and didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him.

 

That’s what happened, after all, when you broke the law so thoroughly as my father had, ruined lives in the depth that my father had, and tried to cover it up with lies, as though he were an innocent man.

 

I had considered not going. I was nine months pregnant, tired most of the time, and my ankles were swollen. I didn’t feel like walking, let alone hobbling through a jail, but it was something that he was insisting on, and his attorney, Richard, was a nice man and at the very least was just trying to slate his client’s needs.

 

“He just wants one meeting with you. That’s all. After that he says he won’t bother with you again.”

 

I didn’t know if that was for my benefit or for my father’s, but I had come down nonetheless.

 

I waited in a private room for them to bring him in, alone. Tony had insisted on coming with me, just in case, but I assured him that there was little chance in my father being able to pull off something legitimately sinister while under surveillance. Tony still didn’t trust the cops, who had been in my father’s pockets as much as they had been able to be swayed by his father, but I knew that the cops weren’t taking Rick Brown’s money anymore; his name and his money were mud, and they were smart enough to know where they should be getting their bones, and it wasn’t from my father.

 

When they brought him in, he barely even looked like my father. His facial hair had grown out and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His hands were secured in front of him and it was certainly a sight to see—my father in chains.

 

“You sure we can’t take these off, boys? I’m just talking to my daughter, not plotting world domination.”

 

One of the cops rolled his eyes.

 

“You’ll keep the cuffs, Brown. Be lucky we don’t have you in the full shackles and strapped down.” He nodded up to the camera that was watching over the room. “You try any funny business and we’ll know about it. You’ve got ten minutes.”

 

“I paid for an hour—”

 

“And we’re giving you ten minutes. You don’t run shit no more, Brown.”

 

I watched the cop leave with a bit of satisfaction. When the door closed behind him, I turned to my father.

 

“Well, what did you want?” I asked. “Talk.”

 

“Such a lovely way to greet your father.”

 

“Funny thing, I don’t really look at you like my father anymore.”

 

“I was only doing what I thought was best, Evelyn.”

 

“You were only doing what was best for yourself. Your campaign. What would get you more money and more power. It was never about me, what I wanted, or what was best for me and my child. So, please. Explain to me how you thought you were doing what was best.”

 

He looked at me for a moment and scoffed.

 

“I should have known trying to reason with you wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere.”

 

“Yeah. You should have. Is this all you called me here for? Because if so, this was a huge waste of time.”

 

He frowned at me a little, but I didn’t think that it was because I had legitimately hurt his feelings. I think he was finally coming to realize that he couldn’t cow me and bend me to his will, and that was wearing on him heavily. He’d lost his leverage.

 

“When are you due?”

 

The question came suddenly and threw me off. I stared at him hard.

 

“Why do you want to know? What’s it to you?”

 

“Well I was hoping that, at the very least, I would be able to see my grandchild while I’m locked away on bogus charges.”

 

I laughed.

 

“You honestly think that I’m going to let you see this child? You? After everything you’ve—” I stopped and shook my head. “Why on earth would I do that?”

 

“I’m your father. I raised you. I took care of you. At the very least, you should let me see my family—”

 

“I stopped being your family when you started treating me like property. I want nothing to do with you, and this baby will have absolutely nothing to do with you. Do you understand? I have no idea why you thought that would happen. You threatened to kill this baby!”

 

“I was trying to protect you and knew you would want to protect yours—”

 

“And that’s what I’m doing by keeping this child away from you. I only came here because your attorney is nice, and at the very least, I could tell you in person to never, ever, contact me again.”

 

I stood up, and felt no remorse in watching the way my father kept his eyes on me. He looked disappointed and sad—which is something that I had never seen on him before.

 

Good riddance.

 

# # #

 

I returned to the compound with a pep in my step that shouldn’t have been there. Several months ago, I would have been down from the way that the meeting with my father had gone. Now, I had no issues with cutting ties to him. He didn’t have that kind of emotional control over me anymore. I wasn’t going to let him have that sort of control over me ever again.

 

I pulled into the garage alongside Tony’s and the boy’s other cars. This one was mine—I was now working properly as Tony’s business consultant and was getting a decent amount of change doing that. I also consulted and advised the family’s business partners and the like, which meant that the pretty Jag that I stepped out of was all mine, in my name and everything. There was also a more conservative car, for when the baby arrived. But until then, I was riding around in proper, high-class style. It made me feel pretty damn good.

 

I clicked the car locked and headed into the house. The maids and housekeepers alike greeted me and I them. Allan passed me by with a pretty woman on his arm.

 

“Hey, Evie! You met Elektra yet?”

 

I smiled at her, knowing who she was. Tony had told me Allan had gotten sweet on a girl—a stripper from one of the clubs in the city. She was cute, I would give him that. And if it made him happy …

 

“No, I haven’t. But it’s nice to meet you, Elektra.” We shook hands and she seemed surprised that I was so warm with her.

 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

 

“Anyway! If you’re looking for Tony, he’s up in the office. You should catch him before he starts working himself to death, you know. Elektra and I, however, have a date.”

 

He popped her nicely on the ass, and she giggled. I watched the two of them practically skip out of the front door and out into the lot. I laughed. Having Allan around would never, ever get old.

 

I went up to the office after that. Tony had slowly moved himself into his father’s office and was working entirely independently out of it. Geno was gearing to retire, and Tony, now with a family on the way and a wedding to plan, was stepping into this role as the head of the Esposito family. I knocked once, then a second time.

 

“Tony?” There was a little bit of silence. I smiled and knocked a little harder. “Tony?”

 

“Huh? Ah. Come in.”

 

I shook my head and, sure enough, when I entered, Tony was wiping spit of off his face—he’d obviously been sleeping at his desk. I tsked and walked over to him, leaning down to give him a kiss.

 

“What have I said about working yourself so much that you end up falling asleep in here?”

 

“I was just going over some contracts I need to look over with our attorney—”

 

“Things you should be doing when you’re actually with your attorney, not when you’re by yourself.”

 

“I like getting a head start on things.”

 

I laughed. When he went to put his hands on the papers in front of him, I moved them out of the way.

 

“Come on, babe. Take a break. Don’t worry about it, all right?”

 

He sighed a little and sat back in his chair.

 

“Okay. Okay. Fine. I’ll be good.” His eyes slid closed for a moment, and I allowed him the small doze. After a few moments of silence, I perched myself on the edge of his desk—a little wobbly, granted, but I made it work.

 

“So, how’d the talk with your father go?”

 

“As well as to be expected.”

 

“Did he behave himself?”

 

“Define behave.”

 

Tony cracked open an eye to look at me.

 

“I mean did he threaten you? Did he try to get anything out of you? We both know your father. He doesn’t do anything without a purpose and a talk isn’t just an innocent talk when it comes to him. He’s a right bastard.”

 

At that, I had to laugh some more.

 

“I mean, you’re right about that, but he didn’t try any of that. Not this time. He did try to get me to tell him when the baby was due and tried to guilt me into letting him see the baby after it was born.”

 

“And what did you tell him?”

 

“I told him that he wasn’t going to have any sort of part in our child’s life, that that was going to be the very last time that he ever saw me, and to never contact me, you, or our family ever again.”

 

“Good answers.”

 

“I certainly thought so.”

 

Tony sighed, and leaned forward, nuzzling at my thighs as he pushed my skirt up—a nice, flowy thing because pants and pregnancy simply didn’t mix. I squirmed under his touches. Pregnancy always made getting turned on so easy.

 

“Tony—”

 

“I love you, Evie,” he said, placing kisses to each of my thighs between his words. “I love you so much. More than I can tell you.”

 

He moved up and up. He pushed my thighs wider apart the higher he got, and I let him. This wasn’t new for us, and me being as big as a blimp didn’t stop the fact that we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

 

“Tony—”

 

“Let me have you.”

 

It wasn’t an order, so much as it was a request—and who was I to deny it? I couldn’t. I wanted this too much.

 

I let him hook his fingers in my flimsy panties, then pull them down to my ankles. He pushed my skirt up higher, exposing my sex to him. I was already warm and wet. I wanted him inside me in any way.

 

He looked up at me from between my thighs as he slid his fingers over my slit. I trembled beneath his touch and spread my thighs further, opening myself to him. I was surely already dripping onto the desk, but he’d taken me so many times over it that the mess didn’t really matter.

 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Your face, your body, your breasts, your pussy. All of it. I love it. I love you.”

 

He slid his finger inside me, crooking it. I moaned. He had already found my G-spot, touching and tickling it expertly, stroke after stroke.

 

“Tony, please,” I moaned, begging.

 

“Tony, please, what? You gotta tell me what you want.”

 

“Your mouth,” I said. “Put your mouth on me. Suck my clit. I want it.”

 

He bit his lip and smirked, and I could have cum from just that, honestly. But it was when his tongue darted out just so, flicking a teasing little lick across it, that had me whining.

 

“Like this, babe?” he asked, and I knew that he was trying to undo me.

 

“Your whole mouth, baby. Eat me out. Please. Fuck me on it.”

 

“As you wish.”

 

I gasped fully when he wrapped his lips around my throbbing, little bud. It made me lean back and lay on the desk. My husband-to-be stayed sitting in his chair with my legs splayed open and my pussy wet and wide as he worked his fingers in and out of me and suckled at my clit like he was starved for just the taste of it in his mouth. I was shaking and moaning and oh so close—so quick. I thought that he might stop. He liked doing that when he had me like this. He’d get me tight and close to cumming before he slid his cock in me to finish the job, but not this time. His tongue replaced his fingers to fuck me and his thumb circled my clit to keep up the simulation until I was clawing at the desk and arching as much as I could in my state. I flooded out against his tongue with a wild, manic cry.

 

“Tony …Tony …” I breathed out his name like it was a prayer and my chest heaved.

 

“It’s all right. I got you. You think you can take me, baby? You think that’s okay?”

 

“God, Tony, fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I want you in me.”

 

We couldn’t fuck hard, not in the way that we were used to, at least. That was all right though. Tony knew how to handle me even if I was like this, even if we had to be a little more careful because of the baby.

 

I remained laid on the desk while I heard him undo his zipper. He parted my shaking thighs a little wider and nudged the rock-hard, thick head of his cock against me. Even after all this time, I never got tired of the press of him inside of me. We moaned together as he sheathed himself within me. He let me adjust, just resting within me until I was the one to rock my hips against him.

 

“Fuck me, Tony,” I begged again. “I want you to fuck me and cum in me.”

 

He took hold of my hips, gripping me as he pulled himself back and out, then slid back in smoothly. It was a nice, slow roll. I could feel every inch of him as he pressed into me and could feel all of his girth as he stretched me wide. But it was a gentle, loving kind of fuck that always made me feel closer to him. He pressed deep, his cock head rubbing against all the overly-sensitive places inside my pussy, live wired with sensation.

 

“Tony …Tony …just like that. God, you feel good.”

 

“You feel good too, baby. Fuck. So Goddamn tight. Always so good.”

 

I trembled for him and rocked against him, reveling in his praises. Our moans and groans mingled together, and he grunted here and there, sometimes thrusting a little harder, and I knew he was trying to control himself, as to not go too rough. But his nails dug into my hips as he took me, and sometimes the desk would jerk a little.

 

It was …so hot. All that rough, raw power wanting to let loose on me and claim me like a bitch, but he was so good and so caring as to not do so.

 

“I love you,” I sobbed out as I felt myself get closer and closer to cumming—as the tension within my walls made me tighter around him, clinging to him.

 

“Fuck, I love you, too, Evie. Shit—shit—”

 

We groaned together, and his pace quickened just so as I flooded around him again, calling out his name as my completion drew out his own. I felt his warmth fill me and leak out. There was so much of it. I loved it.

 

We stayed like that for a little. It was too good a time to not bask in it, and as his hand caressed my swollen stomach, there was nothing in the world that could ruin how much I loved this man.