Married to the mafia boss Series

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEThis is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Salvatore

I hate blood on my hands.

I don’t like it.

The last few days have been hard.

Tonight, raw and gritty.

I was going to leave that asshole, Porter, to bleed out. I was, but he thought he could get one over on me by pulling a gun he had tucked away in his pocket.

The asshole was just waiting to use it. I had to kill him.

Kill or be killed.

Everyday I’m reminded of that concept.

Like its some kind of affirmation that needs to be drilled into me by the second.

I’m just grateful for the information we got. What I’m not happy about is the truth it brought with it.

Mimi’s mother was killed. That is the truth we have to face. But… learning that information has opened a door.

Fontaines. Marc Fontaine wanted Mimi dead.

He wanted her dead because he thinks she has the files.

Files that contain evidence against the government. Files he doesn’t want anyone to see.

Files that got Mimi’s mother killed.

Marc Fontaine…

This situation has placed me right back in Mimi’s path. He’ll know that we were there tonight. We disposed of Porter’s body but it’s not enough.

Mimi will have a target on her back, separate to the fucking situation at hand.

Marc thinks she has the files. I have to find out what those files contain.

Experience tells me that when the sharks stop chasing their prey to look behind them, there’s a bigger threat. We just have to find out what that is.

But not tonight.

Tonight Mimi needs me.

I’ve taken her to my parents’ house. To my old room.

We’ve all moved out and moved on but our parents kept our rooms the same for situations like this when the family needs to stay together in one place for safety reasons.

We just came back. On the journey here Mimi didn’t say a word. She just cried, and cried. I was grateful for Gabe support with her because I don’t think I could have dealt with seeing her look so distressed by myself.

The next day passes with her like that. Grief stricken. It’s Ma who takes care of her while I’m out with the boys.

I return very late in the night , death on my hands again, dirty.

I find her sitting on the window bay waiting for me. She gets up when I walk in, worry on her face.

“Baby,” I say going over to her.

“Hi,” she mutters and reaches up to touch my face. “You’re hurt.” She observes me.

“Am I?” I don’t even know. One of the guys I was fighting earlier hit me with his gun so I guess it must have left a mark.

We went out tonight sticking to the plan to find the underground facility while Vincent looked deeper into the prospect of finding the files.

“Your cheek is bruised badly,” she breathes.

“Comes with the job.”

She holds my gaze. “I never said thank you. Thank you for last night,” she says and a tear trickles down her cheek. “Thank you for coming. Rescuing me… again.”

I gaze on at her.

“Of course I would come,” I tell her.

No one would know the panic that surged through me when Tony messaged me to let me know Mimi was in danger. It was luck that we were in the area, pure luck.

Mimi looks away from me and bites down hard on her lip. So hard I think she might break the soft skin.

Last night was a lot for anybody to process, I can’t imagine how she must feel.

I remember her mother. She didn’t deserve any of this shit.

“Babygirl,” I begin and she looks back to me with those beautiful eyes I love so much. It feels so good to have her here with me. I know I mustn’t indulge. I know I’m to do what I need to and not drag her in with me any deeper than necessary. It’s just hard. “I’m sorry about your mother.”

“Thank you… I’m … numb… I’m so numb. I don’t know what to think. Every time I think of what happened to her horrible images fill my mind.” She winces and tries to choke back tears. “Everything’s so bad. Mom just wanted to be a lawyer and she put her life on hold so she could take care of me. Marc Fontaine, Salvatore? Mom doesn’t know people like that.”

“I don’t think it happened that way. It seemed like chance or something along those lines.”

It’s fucked up. That’s what it is, and I’m trying to figure it out.

Did they make Evangeline write the note before they killed her? That’s the only thing that makes some element of sense. Like they forced her to write it so it would look like a suicide.

“I feel like crying and screaming.” Her withered voice cuts into my thoughts. She sucks in a sharp breath and holds back on her tears.

“Baby, maybe you need to.”

She shakes her head. “No. Mustn’t break down again… I won’t make it back. I can’t go back down that road. It’s too dark and scary. I lose myself there.”

I reach out to touch her but I pull back. I feel dirty. Unclean in every sense of the word.

I washed the blood off me, but … I’m still a dirty mobster and this little angelic being has no place near me.

I move to go but she reaches for me, touching my arm, holding on to me.

“Please… no… don’t leave me. Don’t do that, try to touch me and think you can’t. I’m still yours.” Tears slide down her cheeks.

Her words make me recall a truth I banked on when I decided to step over the line of friendship.

All that time I allowed her to think she wasn’t mine, that she didn’t belong to me. She did and she still does.

I look at her and she looks like mine.

Still my girl.

No matter what is happening that part is true. The woman standing before me is mine and no one can tell me otherwise. If something is true it will always be true. Doesn’t matter what the hell anyone wants to say or do about it.

So when she reaches for me I allow her to touch me.

First she cups my face then her hands smooth over my shoulders to back off my coat. It drops to the ground and she starts working on undoing the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers flutter over my chest and that’s it. All it takes for me to give in to the temptation of her.

I reach for her, and capture her lips for a possessive kiss. The blast of passion that washes over me is insatiable. It flushes over my skin like wildfire ignited by gasoline as we kiss with wild reckless abandon, from being starved of each other.

It makes me wonder if this is how the other guys feel with their women.

You meet that one woman, that one girl who you know you can’t live without so you do what you have to keep her. Keep her safe.

But I’m supposed to let her go.

I just can’t.

Not yet.

Not tonight, not when I’m holding her and kissing her like this.

I lift the hem of her shirt and take it off, next her jeans. I don’t stop until she’s naked before me. I shed my clothes then claim her mouth again, tasting her and savoring her, but my body needs more.

I back her against the wall and flip her around to face it. I run my fingers over her lush ass. Fuck, I missed her body like nothing else and I can’t believe I survived all this time without her.

I’m taking her from behind first and I’m putting life on pause. Forgetting everything so I can be with my woman.

I slide my fingers over her pussy lips and lower to lick over her slick opening making sure she’s ready to take the raw fuck I want to give her.

She moans as I lick and the pure feminine sounds of satisfaction arouse me, turning me on. It awakens the primal sensation inside me to take her.

I rise, line up my dick with her hot opening and thrust into her hot wet cunt. Her tight little pussy feels so fucking good around my dick. So good my balls tighten painfully in response to the clasp of her walls that wrap securely around me.

I start to pound into her and I notice her trying to hold in her moans. I realize then it’s because of where we are. At my parent’s house.

“It’s okay baby, scream if you want to,” I tell her, releasing my candor. “Thick walls.”

She glances back at me, mouth open in a sensual part. Her hair falls forward like strands of sunlight and I start to fuck her hard. Hard and raw the way I like to fuck.

She fucking loves it too.

I like showing her that I want to possess her body and take her in whatever way I please. I like showing her that I own her.

Her walls tighten around my cock like a vise as she orgasms and I feel control slip. It slips and I try to get it back but I can’t. I didn’t want this to end yet but when control slips like that my body takes over and my mind no longer has a say in what I do.

I pound into her and she takes it, wiggling her ass against me like she’s fucking me too and grabbing her breasts in that hot as fuck way she always does when she comes.

She doesn’t hold back on her moans and cries of pleasure as I speed up and we both go over the edge again. Over into the raw erotic plane of sexual bliss.

It’s the best way I can describe it and I can’t get enough of her.

I erupt into her thundering my load like a hurricane, blowing hot cum into her passage that feels like it’s taken all that I have.

Fuck… it drains me. It drains everything inside me and I have to press on the wall ahead to keep myself up.

We stay there just like that for a few seconds.

I pull out of her and slip my arm around her waist, bring her back against my chest.

I inhale the scent of her. It’s the scent of her after I’ve claimed her, not the honey sweet fragrance she always has. This is different.

She smells like mine and just like always I need more.

She needs more too. So, when she reaches up to kiss me I indulge.

She fell asleep just before the sun came up.

I didn’t sleep.

I knew the guys would be up in their usual way, planning.

We’ve been taking it in turns to sleep and work.

I’m not surprised to find both Vincent and Gabe in the meeting room.

Nick stayed up three days in a row so I’m glad he’s not here. Besides, his girl needed him. Mia and their little boy, Tommy are both here and they’re worried sick over him. He needed to be with them tonight and I’m giving him the next few days off whether he likes it or not.

The guys look to me as I walk in.

They look to me with caution because they know last night highlighted that Mimi’s in trouble.

I sit and lean on the desk, rolling the sleeves up on my t-shirt.

“She okay?” Vincent asks.

I look to him and see he’s trying to be the man he was before Sorcha was killed. He’s been trying to be that guy for days.

“Not really. I left her sleeping,” I reply with a sigh.

“This is all shit Salvatore,” Gabe adds and I nod.

Vincent leans on the table and intensifies his stare on me. “I want to find those files. I think we need to,” he states. “The minute I heard they had anything to do with government I knew they must be one hell of a piece of evidence for fucking Marc to turn his sights away from the current situation.”

I nod, agreeing. “He thinks she has them. Whether she has them or not she’s still in danger. We might as well find them. How though?”

“I think we should speak to Mimi’s dad,” Gabe suggests. It makes logical sense to speak to him first. The guy might not have been in my good books because he didn’t want me with his daughter but I can’t hold it against him. I also can’t bring this to him yet.

“I think we should leave him out of it for a little while. He’s already worried for Mimi.” I know Mimi told Gabe her mother’s death was a suicide. Not sure if he explained that part to Vincent. It’s a secret but now’s not the time for secrets. “He believes his wife killed herself. He blames himself for it. We tell him there’s this, he’ll go crazy and do something stupid. I know him. He can’t take on the Fontaines, and now’s not the time for us to worry over shit like that if we can find another way.”

Vincent agrees. “We need to find those files. They may be the thing that gives us some advantage. I think we split up. You two look into it. Me and the others will continue searching for this elusive underground facility. I’m thinking of getting someone with more hacking abilities who can track them down. I don’t think we’re going to find them the way we’re looking.”

“Cool we can do that,” I answer and Gabe nods.

What we need is a gun with a bullet big enough to take these fuckers out for good. This could be it.