“I love you, little one.” I nuzzle her nose with mine and kiss her bee-stung lips. She says nothing for a few minutes.
“Is that possible? I mean, it has been two days. Can it be possible?”
“I can’t give you the answer you want because love knows no time. I believe when the heart finds its other half, nothing else matters. The moment you walked into my courtroom, I knew it was you, little flower. I love you.” Her face brightens, and she kisses me before pulling back.
“I love you too, Daddy.” Than fuck. My cock is happy, too, it seems. He seeks her pussy like a homing beacon. Right as I am about to push in, her stomach grumbles, and we both laugh.
“Seems I need to feed you, huh little flower. My selfishness cannot come before making sure you and my baby are fed and have nourishment. Her hand goes to her stomach.
“Baby? I… You think?”
“I am doing my best to make it so, baby. I want you swollen, ripe, and naked walking around our home. My ring on your finger and my last name behind yours. That is why I am going to see your brother as soon as I make sure you eat.” When fear enters her eyes, I feel fucking territorial.
“Are you afraid of him?” If she says yes, I will find a way to take him out. I won’t have my wife afraid and looking over her shoulder.
“No. Julio would never hurt me. I just…I just don’t know how he will take this news. He paid for me to go to school, and that is where I am supposed to be. He doesn't even know I am here.” She says it with so much guilt it breaks my heart. I hold her in my arms and promise her everything will be okay.
Once she is fed, I set her up in the entertainment room with popcorn and juice. She tries to distract me with kisses and rubbing her pussy on me. I would be lying if I didn't admit it almost worked, but I need her to be mine completely, and in order for that to happen, her brother’s responsibility for her and his financial obligation needs to cease. I need to be the only one she depends on and needs. Fuck. I need her to need me.
Pulling up to his house, I am more than impressed. It is more of a compound and looks like it could house multiple families. Seems the intel Clyde received is correct. I am stopped by a gate with a camera and a buzzer. “State your name and business.”
“I am Cillian O’Doyle, and I am here to see Julio Barbieri.”
“Mr. Barbieri does not have any appointments, and he doesn’t take uninvited guests.”
“He is going to want to see me. Tell him it is about his sister Daffodil.” When the gate buzzes open, I find myself face to face with men holding more gunpower than a gun store all aimed at me.
“Who the fuck are you?” A man I assume is her brother asks me as he walks onto the lawn. I take a moment to look at him. I can see the resemblance. The important thing is in a fair fight; we are equally matched.
“My name is Cillian O’Doyle, and I am going to be your brother-in-law.” Might as well get all the unpleasantness out of the way.
“Are you one of those escaped psychiatric patients from down the road?” he crosses his arms and widens his stance.
“I assure you I am not. I am a prosecutor from downtown. I met your sister when she was brought into the courtroom after having been arrested for stealing.” he doesn't let me finish. He starts laughing a full-on belly laugh before his face hardens.
“Now I know this is some bullshit. My sister would never steal anything. Plus, she is in California, going to school. So once again, who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here? You have one minute before I have my men put holes in you.” This is not how I saw this going.
“I am sure a connected man like you could find out if I am lying in minutes. Am I right?” He considers me for a moment before he pulls out his phone.
“Boss, there is some dead fuck on the lawn telling me some bullshit about my sister being here and in jail. Can you check it out?” After nodding, he hangs up and stares at me. No more words are spoken for ten minutes until the front door opens, and another man I recognize comes out of the door.
“O’Doyle. Never expected to see you here.”
“Same could be said about you, Lassiter. I assume you are ‘Boss’?”
“I am.” He says it so casually like I didn’t just discover that the wonder boy of Florida, Dario Lassiter, son of Governor Lassiter, grandson of the Honorable Judge Lassiter of the fifth, sixth and seventh district, is an undercover Mafia Kingpin. What the fuck did I get pushed into? He turns to her brother and addresses him.