Three Months Later

Tony

I watched on the news as Simms’s body was carried out from the County Jail. He’d been killed after meeting some of the people he’d done wrong. They had finally pressed charges against him after that tape Vinny and I made, coupled with some more evidence that had been misfiled in Detective Torre’s murder investigation. Simms was a gloating son of a bitch, but that’s what got to him. He thought that I’d go down without a noise, but I shook up the whole damn thing. After sneaking into his house, we found the gun he used to kill Alana’s father. The fool kept it as a souvenir of sorts, a fucking trophy.

I kept that bit from Alana because she didn’t need to get anymore riled up. Our baby was starting to make its presence known with her growing belly and constant vomiting. She didn’t need the added stress or the vindictive streak I saw worming its way into her soul. I couldn’t have that. She’d find out more details that will more than likely be leaked to the press, but I’d deal with it when the time came.

“He’s out of your life for good, Alana,” I whispered, holding her in my arms.

“They tortured him in there, didn’t they?”

“Yes, but that happens a lot to crooked cops. With the death of your father on his hands, the officials at the prison refused solitary for him.”

“That’s good to know,” she said, her voice muffled with her face on my chest. “I’m hungry.”

“Okay, what will it be, my sweet Alana?” I asked, pulling her toward the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” she huffed. It was one of those days; I understood.

“Okay, one serving of I don’t know coming up,” I teased. She smacked my arm then gave me the finger.

“Oh, so fucking is what’s on the menu? I could definitely have some of that.”

I picked her up with my hands, gripping her ass and planting her onto the kitchen table. Since fall was here, she had on some skin-tight jeans and a light sweater, which I lifted off and tossed to the side. Her tits were sensitive and hard right now. They were massive before, but they felt even bigger in my hands. I yanked down the cups of her bra and latched onto one of her pert nipples. Her back arched and she gave me a deep, raspy yes. My hands toyed with the jeans getting them down her hips after she raised them off the table. They met the floor with gusto, but I was keeping my clothes on because I couldn’t wait. With her hands bracing herself on the table, I unleashed my cock and slammed into her pussy. She grunted as I stretched her out. Her legs hooked around my waist, holding on as I thrust with a steady beat.

“Sorry, baby. This is going to be fast.”

“Please, faster, Tony, I’m going to come,” she cried out, her hands moving to my arms, her fingers clutching my biceps. I growled, then kissed her hard, letting her feel every ounce of lust she caused. Our kiss was fierce and dirty. She sucked my tongue like it was my dick, making my cock pulse inside her.

“Keep that shit up and I’m going to want to come in your mouth.”

She pulled her mouth away to take a breath and to scream as her orgasm shot through her body. I pumped into her, holding off until she was done coming. As soon as she finished she shoved me back and dropped to her knees. Not caring one fucking bit, she took my cock down her throat, tasting herself on my length. Her hand went to my balls, caressing them while her mouth made love to my shaft. My dick jerked as my sack tightened for release. I grabbed her head, holding in place as I stroked out my cum into her mouth. “Alana,” I roared. “Fucking, yes. Take it all, baby.” She didn’t waste a drop. I lifted her back onto the table and kissed her, tasting a hint of both of us.

“Mm, satisfying, but I’m still hungry,” she whispered against my ear. “And not for food.”

“Yes, but I need a minute to catch my breath and you need your strength. Let me make us something.” I started to cook, managing to burn my finger. “Damn Filomena for getting married to Vinny.”

“I’ve got this. Go run it under cold water. No ice.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I knew what to do, but I liked that she was eager to take care of me. Things between us improved every day. There were no more secrets and we spent much of our time outside now that the threats were gone. Homan met his end at my hands, but I had ways of getting away with it.

And funny enough, Tito committed “suicide.” It was interesting that just days after we left Vegas, he was found in his apartment with a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The mayor was charged with Homan’s wife in the underage prostitution ring, but he took his life, too.

Eric, my former manager, died of a drug overdose. It seemed that in an attempt to ruin the club, Tito started giving Eric drugs on the house. What started off as a harmless high for Eric turned into a serious addiction. It was sad because he had so much promise, but that was why I had kept the club drug free. They stole away common motherfucking sense.

Things were looking up for our little family and I hoped to keep it that way.