Vanished in Chicago (Vanished)

Not surprised, I find my mom and brother at the breakfast table eating. “Syn.” Son, she says, reverting back to her native language when she is upset or worried.

“Mama.” I kiss her cheek and sit at the table waiting for Anya to serve me my plate. My mom doesn’t say anything. Instead, she sits at the table studying me, trying to use her mama powers and fuck if it doesn’t still make me feel guilty like a little kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Once Anya has left the room, my mom turns to me, face serious and etched with concern. “What was he doing here?” I know she is referring to my father. Zef’s eyes meet mine swiftly and I know he is thinking of all that went down last night.

“Just for a little business, mama.”

“Look at me, Jakub.” I lift my gaze to hers, showing her the respect she deserves.

“Is everything ok son?” Shit. I never want my mother to worry about anything. Ever.

“Everything is fine, mama. I promise.”

“So, who was the girl banging on the window last night?” Damn. I can't help but smile at my wild one trying to get out in any way she can.

“Your future daughter.” Zef chokes on his food but I give him the stare down. I can see I shocked my mother as well. Her eyes are wide, and she stares at me like she thinks I am going to declare it a joke. I simply sip my juice and wait.

“You’re serious?” she asks.

“As a heart attack.”

“Well, where is she?”

“Sleeping. She had quite the workout last night,” I say matter of factly. My brother chuckles but my mom clicks her tongue, reprimanding us for not being gentlemen. We talk for a few more minutes then she kisses us both, makes me promise to introduce her to my fiancée and leaves. The moment she is out the door the atmosphere becomes serious.

“Jak, another man was killed and beheaded last night. Word is he was once one of the goons for Guiseppe DeSantis.”

“Do we know who did it?”

“There has been speculation, but so far no one knows for sure or if they do know, they are too scared to say.” Shit. Running my hands through my hair, I feel the relaxed state I was in from spending the night inside of my pussy, taking every piece of tension and channeling it into each thrust. Now, the tension is returning. Hell, the moment I pull out of her, the tension returns. She has some kind of voodoo snatch or something. “This is not sitting with me good, Jak.”

“Me either, Zef. Shit.” He squeezes my shoulder before saying what I don’t want to.

“You know what we have to do.” Yeah, I fucking know but I don’t like it.

“Alright. You are going to go to NY and find out what the fuck is going on. Leave as soon as you can.”

“You got it brother.” I turn him so he is facing me. I want him to know how serious I am.

“Be smart, Zef. Be safe. Stay liquid and reachable and take two with you.”

“No problem.'' He picks up his keys and walks out the door. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

TEN

CHIARA

Oh my gosh. I am so sore. Muscles I didn’t know I had hurt. “Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.” I hiss when I stretch and try to move. My hand immediately goes to my pussy as I cup it trying to apologize for abusing her last night and a couple of hours early this morning. But really, it was amazing!! Amazing is not even the right word. It was…wow. I can still feel his mouth all over me biting, sucking, and licking. There isn’t an inch of my body he hasn’t touched or claimed in some way. I think at one point he even licked my…My face drops into my hands as heat overcomes me from the memory. Yeah. Totally didn’t think that was a thing, but holy shit. My arm reaches out and I notice his side of the bed is cold. Sitting up, I see the indentation from him is also gone. When the hell did, he leave? Why do I feel sad and like a little betrayed that he isn’t beside me right now?

“Crap. I need to pee.” I say to myself as I get up and try to shake these feelings from me. I look over and notice a piece of paper on the table. Limping over to it, I see my name at the top of it.

My beautiful new obsession,

I am sorry I wasn’t beside you when you woke up a new woman. I should be right there to run you a bath and make sure that pussy I beat the fuck up gets some relief before I fuck it again, but business needs to be handled. In the bathroom I have placed some soothing salts beside the tub. Please be a good girl and soak in the tub before you come downstairs. I want you to know how honored I feel you trusted me enough to give yourself to me. I will never take it for granted. I will honor your gift with my last breath. Now, be good and do as I have said.