Mafia Casanova

I never used a condom, and she still wasn’t pregnant. All the more reason to practice.

I came deep inside of her, and she fell onto my chest.

“You’ve been really horny lately,” I commented when she relaxed against me.

“About that…” Her eyes met mine. “I may be a little bit pregnant.”

“Red, you’re either all the way pregnant or not pregnant at all. That’s like saying, it’s not sex when only the tip goes in.”

“Worst example ever,” she grumbled, leaning her forehead on mine. “And I am pregnant.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“To make me happy.”

“I make you happy without lying to you, Romeo Sinacore.”

“Well then, you’re fucking with me, Eden Sinacore.”

“I would never.”

“Prove it.”

She smirked.

I flipped her over, hovering above. Kissing her belly, I put my ear to her stomach. “I don’t hear her.”

“Her?”

“Yes. I don’t hear our baby girl.”

“How do you know it’s a girl?”

“Because I know these things. I kill people for a living.”

“Bad people. You kill bad people for a living.”

“Same difference.”

“Actually, it’s really different.”

“Hello,” I crooned to her stomach. “Little Red, are you in there?”

My eyes locked with hers. Eden’s filled with fresh tears. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Fuck, maybe you are pregnant.”

“There is no maybe. I am.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

She reached into the nightstand, pulling out what appeared to be a positive pregnancy test.

“Here is your proof.”

Joy burst in my chest, an emotion I was unfamiliar with up until the last year when Eden and Naz became mine. “Am I the lucky bastard that gets a horny pregnant woman for the next nine months?”

She smiled.

Big.

Bright.

Beaming.

“I’m going to use your dick like my own personal vibrator for the next few months.”

“Wow,” I laughed. “I feel oddly used.”

“You’ll make it.” She patted me on the shoulder just as a knock sounded at our door. “That’s probably Juliet with Naz.”

We hadn’t been able to bear leaving Naz home for our honeymoon, and I didn’t trust anyone else to protect him. I decided to take him with us, bringing my sister along to help us have some privacy. It was a free vacation for her, and Naz loved his aunt Juliet.

They had a special relationship, those two.

Deliberately, we separated ourselves from one another. Eden quickly put on one of the plush white robes and threw on a pair of gym shorts before I walked to the door, opening it wide for Juliet and Naz to come in.

My sister had that look on her face that said she was trying not to be embarrassed that I’d been balls deep in my wife and loud enough for the entire penthouse suite to hear about it.

“How was the beach?” I asked in a calm voice while she stepped in.

“It was fine. He missed you guys, though.”

I picked him up and swung him around. “How about you take a quick bath, and we go to dinner?”

“Yay!”

I shot my sister a wink and took care of my son.

Later, we all went to dinner. Juliet took Naz down to the beach to give Eden and me a little more privacy.

“I don’t want to go home.” Eden pouted from across the table. “I love it here in Tahiti.”

“I’ll bring you back. Next time with our baby girl and son.”

“You’re just dead set that I’m carrying a girl, huh?”

“I know these things. It’s what makes me good at what I do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Fucking you senseless.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Eden…” I warned. Her sass didn’t always have the best timing. I wanted to bury dick inside of her like I wanted to slap her ass for being a bad girl.

She giggled, and it was still the sweetest sound I ever heard. “I love you.”

“I know. I’m a lovable kind of man.”

“How modest of you.”

“I only speak truths.” Hooking one hand around the back of her neck, I tugged her toward me. “And I love you more.”

She grinned against my mouth, and hers parted as my tongue slid past her lips.

Our moment was cut short when we heard Naz yelling, “DADDY!”

I instantly turned in his direction, my hand already on my Glock. Panic took over every last bone in my body. I tensed up, watching him haul ass into my arms.

“Naz,” I breathed out once he was wrapped around me so tightly.

“Daddy!” he cried with uncontrollable tears sliding down his fear-stricken face.

“What happened?”

I peered up, searching for my sister. All the blood drained from my face when I didn’t see her running after him. She never let him out of her sight. It was the reason I trusted her more than I did a nanny.

It was in our Sinacore blood.

I didn’t have to hear him answer; I knew.

I already fucking knew.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Aunt Juliet told me to run.”

I would forever remember his next words…

“They took her, Daddy! The bad men took her!”The End