Gia

Another week had passed before I came up with a concrete plan to take down my father. A girl I knew from college was now an investigative journalist for the Philadelphia Inquirer. But I could never involve myself in the case. After careful research, I figured out how to make a tape from the audio clip of my father admitting he killed my mom. It wasn’t as hard as I had thought.

I scanned copies of the documents, omitting the handwritten note that mentioned O’Shea. For now, I wanted my father to pay. The O’Shea family would, too. But not today. This was about ruining my father’s election and making him pay for the sins of his past.

Sonny and Faith were out for a walk when someone knocked on my office door, startling me. I glanced up from the envelope I’d just sealed and addressed to the Philadelphia Inquirer. Angelo stood in the doorway in a thousand-dollar suit and a smirk that dampened my panties. His effect on me was always instantaneous. All he had to do was enter a room for me to want to throw myself at him.

“Hey, beautiful.” He locked the door behind him and strolled over to my desk.

I smiled so wide my jaw hurt. “What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the day.”

“I want to see you.”

“Did you do something bad?”

His face lit up in answer. He raised his index finger, beckoning me to come to him, and I got up from the chair without a word.

I stood in front of him, and he towered over me, all six feet three inches of him. “Faith and Sonny will be back any minute.”

“I saw them on my way into the building.” He pushed my curls behind my ear and cupped the side of my face in his hand. “We have the next hour to ourselves.”

I flashed a wicked grin and slid my hands to his chest, feeling his muscles beneath my fingers. “What do you want to do with all this free time?”

He pressed his lips to mine, invading my mouth with his tongue, his kisses greedy and passionate. His hunger for me made me desperate for more. I could never get enough of Angelo. The more he kissed me, time folded in on itself, and I became lost inside him.

Angelo lifted me up with one hand, my body so small in comparison to his. I molded to his muscular frame, clinging to him as he pushed the papers on the edge of my desk out of the way. He lowered me onto the wood, his hand sliding up my inner thigh.

He cupped my ass with his big hands, his erection digging into my stomach as he found his place between my thighs. Planting hungry kisses on my lips, Angelo didn’t waste any time exploring my body. His hands traveled beneath my shirt and bra to cup my breasts. He massaged my nipples, giving them a little pinch.

Angelo owned my body, always taking what he wanted from me without asking. For the longest time, we’d only felt something real with each other. Until we had Faith. She warmed both of our cold, dark hearts.

He shoved my skirt up to my waist, moved my panties to the side, and slid his hand between my thighs, ripping a moan from me. My eyes shut from the intense sensation that rocked me to my core. Locking eyes with me, Angelo pulled me closer and bent forward to roll his tongue over my clit, three fingers spreading me open. Angelo wrecked me from the inside out. I was sure someone in the office had heard us, but I didn’t care.

He was like a magician the way he worked his tongue, each flick placing me under his spell. It never took long for him to make me beg. A few lazy licks to taunt me forced me to grab him by the ends of his hair. My man loved to tease me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Almost as soon as my orgasm claimed my body, Angelo removed his fingers and replaced them with his thick cock.

“Damn, baby.” He licked his lips and raised my left leg over his shoulder, staring down to watch his cock slide out of me.

Angelo pulled out and slammed back into me, making it hurt more each time. My insides clenched and burned from the loss, instantly satisfied when he thrust into me again. It wasn’t long before I felt the slow pulsing of his cock, the sensation alone enough to make me come again.

He kissed my thigh and smirked. “Best lunch ever.”

I smiled so wide my jaw hurt. “You’re such a dirty boy.”

“My dirty girl,” he growled, sliding out of me.

After we put ourselves back together, Angelo sat in the chair across from my desk and pulled me into his lap. “How are you feeling?” He pushed a loose curl behind my ear and held me tight.

I smiled. “Better now that you’re here. That was amazing. I needed that more than I realized.”

“I meant how are you feeling about turning in your dad?”

I shrugged. “A small part of me feels guilty for what I’m about to do. But then I think of my mom and what her last moments must have been like, and I no longer feel a thing for my father. He killed her to settle a debt, to keep his fortune.”

“He won’t have a fortune much longer.”

“Nope. Who knows what I will have left once it’s over.”

“You’ll still have Faith and me. I can make more money.”

I grazed his cheek with my thumb, staring into his bright blue eyes. “As long as I have you and Faith, I don’t need money. We could live anywhere, be anyone, and I wouldn’t care as long as I had both of you in my life.”

He kissed me so hard my head spun. As our lips separated, I already missed his touch.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Gia.” He pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. “When all of this is over with your dad, no more excuses. We are picking a date and sticking to it.”

“Something has come up every time we’ve tried to plan. Getting kidnapped sort of derailed our plans.”

He shook his head, laughing. “Smart ass. I don’t care if we have to elope. Making you mine is on my list of things to do.”

I threaded my fingers through his short, wavy hair. “I already am yours, silly. We don’t need a piece of paper to make it official when it’s already a done deal.”

A few seconds passed where we stared into each other’s eyes before a knock at the door caused both of us to jump. “Let us in,” Sonny yelled from in the hallway.

I hopped up from Angelo’s lap and ran over to the door. My face lit up when I saw Faith in her stroller, her hands together as if she were trying to clap.

Angelo was behind me, reaching for his daughter. “There’s my little princess.” He spoke in his baby voice, which was beyond adorable. “Did you have fun with Uncle Sonny?”

She giggled at the sound of his voice.

When I was pregnant with Faith, she would kick me when Angelo would talk to her. He did it several times a day, with his hands on my hips and his mouth close to my stomach. We both had the worst fathers in the world, and yet we somehow managed to be good parents. It was a miracle we had survived this long.

I lifted Faith up and handed her to Angelo, who hugged our child as if he never wanted to let her go. He planted at least a dozen kisses on her forehead and cheeks. The same love he’d shown to me for years he gave to our daughter tenfold.

Even though I had lost my family, I gained one with Angelo. He’d given me everything I ever wanted and more.