Evie
"Tony ... Tony ..."
I stood under the spray of the water, touching my clit and thinking about how much I loved the feeling of Tony Esposito forcing his way between my thighs. It was …well, honestly, it was crazy. I should have been furious. I should have felt disgusted.
I didn't.
I was hot, wet, and throbbing.
I wanted him.
I didn't know if I truly wanted to be his. I didn't know if I wanted to be possessed—not permanently. Not forever. But in moments like the alley, and the one that I had just had with him, I liked being his and being possessed in the moment. I liked how he fucked me. I liked how he handled me. I loved feeling used in the moments when his cock and fingers would just ... shove into me and claim my pleasures.
But there was a baby in me now, and I couldn't ...I shouldn't ...I had other things to think about! I shouldn't have let him take me like that, but there was something that made desire burn to my very core for Tony.
"Tony ...Tony ..." My fingers worked furiously at my clit. Circles, pressing in. I was so sore inside from how hard he’d taken me. I loved the ache. It made me wetter—made it run down my thighs and into the water as it slid down the drain. I grabbed one of my breasts, pretending it was Tony's hand. I imagined what it'd be like to have him take me with his mouth—
"Ah!" I clenched, cumming all over my fingers and panting.
What was wrong with me, I wondered, that after everything, I was getting off in the shower with Tony's name hot and heavy on my lips?
# # #
Later that evening, Tony and were called into his father's office. I had spent the remainder of the day in the music room, where the piano was. I hadn't dared touch it, knowing that it had been Tony's mother's piano, but I did long to do so nonetheless. Instead, I sat in the window seat, watching the comings and goings of the compound and trying not to let myself think too hard, knowing that it wasn't going to do me any good. Allan came by, poking his head in.
"Hey," he said. "Boss wants to see you and T."
He'd led me out, and we were met by Tony. Tony stared at me a bit, and I averted my eyes; I didn't know what he was going to say to that, but I also didn't know whether or not I wanted to be the person to break first.
We walked in silence down the hall, to the other wing of the sprawling home. Allan gave a little salute as he dropped us off.
"Have fun, kiddos."
Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Big idiot."
He looked down at me again.
"You ready?"
I laughed, a little lacking in the humor of it.
"As I'll ever be."
"It'll be okay."
The softness in his words was a huge contrast to the way he had taken me earlier, and they surprised me. I hid it well as he opened the door and let me in. I stepped in first, with Tony behind me. The room was like a typical office space, but large and spacious. There were book cases lining the walls and pieces of art in the spaces between, small sculptures and statues adorning some of the shelves. My eyes were drawn to the man sitting behind the large, dark-wood desk in front of the giant, wall-length window that the office boasted.
I could see where Tony got his looks from. Though his father was older, he was still handsome—still could probably be a lady killer if he tried. His grey hair was slicked and combed back away from his face, his mustache and beard thick. His dark eyes regarded me, and I stared right back at him. I wondered what he thought of me. About this situation.
"I'm glad to see you're finally awake and about," he said. "Geno Esposito. Head of the Esposito family and babysitter to my son and his ...negligent behavior."
I raised a brow.
"Evie Brown," I said. "Thank you for allowing me to be here, at least for the time being."
His lips twitched beneath his mustache.
"You're aware I had no idea you would be coming."
"I surmised it, considering the less-than-ideal situation. I'm sorry that this was brought to you so suddenly, Mr. Esposito."
"Please. Call me Geno."
His head tilted a little and he continued to stare. He looked a little more interested, however. I wondered what had changed his mind, if anything at all.
"I'm impressed that she seems to have more manners than her father," he said. "I like her. She's courteous. Obviously smart. You could learn from her, Tony."
"Father—"
"I want to ask her some questions," Geno said, interrupting. "What do you make of all of this, Evie? This ...accident of a pregnancy between you and my son."
"It was an accident that happened between two people who weren't ...thinking quite clearly."
"Hm ...I'd say. You both had to know who the other was."
"I did."
"Spunky. You let my son at you even knowing who he was. Intentional?"
"I just wanted to have some fun that night. I wasn't thinking past getting off, to be honest." It was a little crude, but I was picking up on how to answer Geno Esposito, especially if I was going to be around the man a lot. Like I thought he would, he smirked, impressed.
"Up front. I like that. And what do you intend to do now?"
Ah. That's where he was going to get me. I bit my lip.
"I want to do whatever is best for my child," I said finally. "I know my father thinks that ...giving it away is the best. I think he's wrong. I think—" But there I stopped.
"Go on," Geno urged.
"I think he doesn't want me ruining his image. It has little to do with me ...or this child. I wanted to think that maybe he cared about what this would bring on me and his grandchild, but I know better. I've always known better."
"So that leaves you with us."
"Seems so."
Geno tented his fingers and rested his chin on their tips.
"What would you say if I offered you a place here?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I would be willing to have you in my home, growing fat with my grandchild, at little stress to you. Raising the child would be up to you and Tony," he said, eyes flicking for the first time to his son. "But my house would be your house. You would be free to come and go as you please, within as much reason as you can guess."
"What would you want in return?"
He smiled.
"You're a smart girl. Your father wastes you being a pretty thing to show off at his parties. You graduated high school with an associate's degree and you already have a bachelor's. You would be looking at going into law, no?"
My eyes narrowed.
"How do you know this?"
"I know everything that I need to know about the people in families who ...play in my world."
"My father isn't a mobster," I said, laughing a little. "He has cop buddies, okay, but he's not—"
"How do you think he climbed the political ladder so quickly, if not for a bit of outside influence?" I swallowed. His smile remained. "I won't sit here and presume to ruin your relationship with your father. Put simply, I hope to build a relationship with you, as you're the mother of my first and currently only grandchild. I have no desire to be untruthful with you, however. I would like you to assist around here in a few ways. You might be a woman, but I've never discriminated."
"You want me to work in exchange for staying here and having control over what happens with my child?" I clarified. "What if I wanted to leave?"
"Then you may, but I would caution you that, outside of my family's reach, there are people who could and might find about what grows inside you. People who would seek to hurt me and my son. The same goes for your father. You're carrying a rather ...interesting piece of blackmail inside you. Where your father wants to get rid of it, I want to help you."
"I see."
"You don't have to choose today—"
"I want to stay here." It sounded ludicrous, even as I said it. But I knew that, between going back to my father and staying here, this was the best choice. "I want to stay here. I want to raise my child. But if I do this ...I want to know the truth about my father. And I want to know the truth about you, too."
Geno smiled at me.
"My dear, I think I'm going to like having you around."