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CHAPTER 18 - ANNA
I was cooking, and Marcus seemed to find the strength to walk up behind me, and kiss me on the cheek.
“I thought I scared the walking up behind me out of you?” I asked.
“Only when you’re angry at me.” He kissed my neck, our eyes met and I thought I might melt through the floor. The way he looked at me made my whole body fill with heat.
I slipped a hand through his hair, as his mouth slipped across mine. I forgot everything but the feel of his body against mine, my breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled me in closer. His strength had come back to him, I was dying for his touch for so long.
"I want you," he whispered, kissing my neck, wrapping me in his arms. I could feel his cock through his pants, pressed against my belly.
I shivered as he lavished kisses over my neck and shoulders. “Can you?” I murmured as his hands moved down my back, cupping my ass, squeezing gently as his tongue made little circles on my neck.
“We’ll see, won’t we?” he said to me skin, "You feel so good," he groaned, and before I knew it, we were in bed, I wa son top, my hips directly against the heat of his cock.
"Oh god," I moaned softly when he started to caress my breasts. I could see the hunger in his eyes when he looked up at me, but also the strained pain in his eyes. I shifted off of him, to not be on his stomach, he slipped a hand behind my neck, pulling my mouth down to his, kissing me breathless. When I slid my hand between us to feel the length of his cock, he groaned against my mouth.
“You’re in pain,” I managed to say, I didn’t want to stop this, but I didn’t want him dying in the bed either.
“I’ll live,” he said as he shifted over to me, carefully.
I could barely stand trying to talk him out of it, “But if we wait . . . “
He looked at me, and said, “Shut up and fuck me, if this is the last thing I ever do, then so be it, it was worth it.”
The days and the weeks passed, I wasn't sure what month it was now, or how long I had been gone. The weather was turning cold, and the people in the camp came and went, Appy had left with her family and come back. New faces showed up for a few days, then left. Sal was almost a constant, but he left often for short periods as well. Marcus was a constant, he had begun to take me in the mornings as well as the nights, I huddled with him for the warmth at night, and almost as soon as I woke, he was over me, kissing me, his cock hard and ready, I was too sleepy to protest, and it was a wonderful, sweet way to wake up.
There was more traffic to the main house over the last few days and Marcus was less his confident and sexy self. His father was in even worse health I knew. Groups of men in dark suits and flashy pastel ties stood around smoking cigarettes and talking low. They would come to Marcus and kiss him on the cheek and hand him an envelope, then leave again.
Sometimes, there would be a knock on the door late at night and Marcus would leave for a few hours, and return quietly. I never knew what was going on, business or his father, or both, he was reticent to talk, and I didn't push, but the mood was somber, except for our mornings.
When I visited the old man, he was barely conscious, not joking and laughing like he had been a month before, when I first met him. The spark was out of his eyes, the smile left his face and seemed to take everyone else's with it.
One morning, there was a knock on the door, early knocks always bring bad news. We walked out and the cold wind coming off the lake bit into me. I walked with Marcus up to the main cabin, as everything was still dark, the sun just coming up over the mountains.
They gathered outside the main house like vultures. All the extended family, including Uncle Carmine. He stood with Sal, and waved hello as we walked towards them. He was around 40, gray hair just creeping into his beard around the jaw line, and sandy blond hair- from his mother.
"Carmine, Sal," Marcus said and nodded to them, and held out his hand to Carmine.
"I got here last night and had a few moments with him, but he was pretty out of it." Carmine said to him. He seemed like a man who didn't care for small talk.
"How is he this morning?" Marcus asked him and Sal both.
"Sleeping when I saw him, breathing real hard. Nurse is in there, she says it’s a death rattle."
“Whatever happens Marcus, you have my loyalty Marcus. Count on that." Carmine told him.
"Where's Jackie?"
"Not sure, I wanted him here, but you have his loyalty too."
"You should bring your son by, I haven't got to know him very well."
"I will. But he's not in the business at all, he's in college now. A better life. ”
The house was quiet except for a low, labored breathing. I was used to that sound by now, but it was just a little different today. Less urgency. We walked into his father's bedroom and it was the nurse who was breathing heavy, Marcus’ father was quiet and still. Marcus slapped the nurse awake and felt his father’s hand, cold.
“Get the fuck out of here. He's dead. You're no use here anymore.” He snarled at the Nurse.
She looked offended for a second, but did not talk back. She must have seen it in his face, because she looked down, and meekly said, “I'm sorry.” And left the room.
I wished there was something I could do for him, he worked all day, meeting with people, solving their problems and settling their disagreements. There were so many new faces coming in and out of the camp, it was hard to tell who was who. But security had become much tighter. There were at least 6 men walking around armed, at all times. And three me with Marcus at all times. He was morning his father and depressed and still working all day. When he came back to the cabin, he didn't try to chase me around or bed me or overpower me or anything, and I was starting to miss it.
It was hard to think about me when he was so obviously depressed, but I daydreamed that maybe this was it. This was the end. He was tired of me and I would be sent away, hopefully. Whatever I had seen, whatever he was protecting me from seemed gone, according to Sal, so I was in limbo, but some part of me wanted to stay. Wanted to be fucked for sure.
Appy came over, and since I had learned to clean everything beforehand, there wasn't much for her to do. Instead of reading to her I made her take a walk with me, she was painfully slow, but it was better than screaming a racy book in her ear.
We walked around near the lake and up near the woods. There were people and guards everywhere, but all the cars stayed outside, parked in front of the gate. We walked near the gate, and one car was out far from the gate, seemed to be parked there, oddly. When we stopped to stare at it, it took off abruptly.
I took Appy for a walk again, when we got to the gate, she wanted to walk outside it, I knew we shouldn't but the woman was insistent. I didn't know enough Italian to argue with her, so I figured it was better if I went along to make sure she didn't get hurt. Past the gate was a downhill walk, with a dozen cars parked along the hill.
We took it slow, and Apply was surprisingly nimble down the hill, while I was mostly walking sideways. Another car drove up and three men got out. Appy began shouting in Italian as the men came over, and got no answer from them. I was concerned, but running up the hill with Appy was a bad idea, impossibility.
She began shouting in Italian, the angry old woman voice, and these guys were walking straight towards us, I held Appy's arm, but she swung a fist at the one closest to us, the man slapped her hard, brutally for an old woman and I crouched down to help her, forgetting I was in danger. She was knocked out and bleeding on her forehead. I didn't even think of myself, I tried to protect Appy and swat off the men, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away, dragging me to the car. I screamed, but he muffled my face with his leather gloves.