Becca.Italy was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. History radiated off of every building, the Roman statuary and architecture were exquisite, and the weather was beautiful. From the moment we touched down at the Aeroporto di Firenze-Peretola, when I hadn't been helping Layla mind the children, I'd been glued to my window, staring out at the Tuscan city of Florence.We took several dark sedans. I was again sitting next to Layla in the back seat of one, a child each in our arms. James was the front passenger, and Tony drove again.My father and stepmother were in another car.The windows on all the sedans were heavily tinted, but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate the view from my side of the glass."Having fun?" James asked from the front seat.I realized then he'd been glancing back from time to time, always seeing me pressing my face to the window like a kid outside a candy shop. "It's okay," I said indifferently.James chuckled at my answer. Both of
Becca.Layla and I were dictating to the housekeeper what we needed bought and brought in for the children when James arrived at the door to my suite. He leaned on the doorframe, just watching. Alessandro was on a blanket on the floor, blowing bubbles and kicking his little legs in the air.Dahlia was under a different, lighter blanket as I breastfed her."... Lightweight pacifiers, if you can find them," Layla was saying. "Alessandro won't take the heavier ones yet.""Of course, Miss Garcia," the housekeeper, Giana, confirmed. "We can get anything you need.""Don't forget about things you need for yourselves," James called, and Giana turned around and gave a slight bow."Yes, I was just getting to that, signore. But they have been terribly concerned about the children," Giana explained to him.I liked Giana. I'd never actually met a housekeeper who was in charge of a whole fleet of maids, but she was a no-nonsense woman in her sixties with gunmetal gray hair and a sharp
Chad.Paul's dad's yacht was the best place we'd ever partied. Partly because it was large and luxurious with all the amenities we could think of. But mostly because Paul's dad kept it stocked with high-end liquor, and Paul kept it stocked with babes and roofies. And cocaine.I did a snort off some blonde who was nearly bouncing out of her bikini bra. That and the Macallan scotch had me high and happy.When Paul's brother, Ted, came up from the lower decks with a revolver, most of us were too drunk to even register there was a gun on deck.The blonde I was snorting coke off of just giggled and pointed. "He's got a big gun.""Not as big as mine, babe," I snickered, pulling her into my lap."Let's play Russian roulette," Ted slurred, setting the revolver down on a table."F*ck, I'm in," Paul said, shoving a redhead off his lap and taking a seat at the table. "What about you, Chad?"I shrugged. "Sounds like fun." I smacked the blonde's ass to get her moving, then sat down
Becca.The compound should have felt stifling, but that wasn't the case. It was large, and airy, with beautiful gardens and many walking paths. Men with guns nodded to me politely as they did their perimeter patrols while I explored my gilded cage.Layla was taking the children down other paths on the other side of the compound. I'd offered to go with her, but she'd insisted I get some alone time. Between James and the kids, I hadn't gotten a lot of that since I'd been at the mansion.Over the past week, James had been trying to reason with me every day. Every day. I saw his point, of course, but I was over men lying to me "for my own good." OVER it.Surely there must be some solution he wasn't thinking of, something that could be done where Alessandro, Dahlia, Layla, and I could live somewhere quietly. Just a normal life. A life where Alessandro would go to school and make friends and perhaps play American football or international football and lead his team to victory. Join a
Becca.We sat on the terrace of La Loggia under a white umbrella, a light breeze tickling at the tablecloth and the fabric of the umbrella."The boys" stood close by, but I was starting to get used to their presence and allowed them to fade into the background."How is the fruit?" James asked me, pointing a fork at the item I'd ordered.It was some kind of tart, if I had to hazard a guess, but without the crust. "It's exquisite," I said. "And your… meat tower?"James burst out laughing. "My 'meat tower' is delectable, thank you.""Good." I blushed, but I didn't know Italian, and James had ordered for us, so even if there had been English subtitles, I wouldn't have seen them.We shared what I thought was flan for dessert, which was decoratively covered in sauce. It was almost too beautiful to eat, but James dug in with a fork and held a small bite to my lips before I could protest.It was melt-in-your-mouth delicious."Mmm," I murmured, closing my eyes.When I opened
James.I almost came right then. Becca didn't mind if I got her pregnant again.Hell, now I was going to make it my mission.I pushed into her with a groan, relishing the sublime feeling of being inside her again. The time we'd spent having angry sex on the jet hadn't been nearly enough."Ohhh… yeah. F*ck me," Becca said, digging her fingernails into my shirt.Apparently being a frequent flier in the mile-high club wasn't enough for her, either.I gripped Becca's hips and started drilling her hard. She yowled and begged and came quickly.Feeling her squeeze around my c*ck made me c*m inside her. I pushed into her as deep as I could, making her body take every drop.I stayed that way a long time so none of my seed escaped while Becca and I panted."Are you going to pull out?" Becca finally asked after several minutes."Only if you're going to suck me hard and we go again," I growled.Becca shivered.I sat us up with her in my lap and pulled her dress up off over
Neal.Andre punched me in the face again. I spat blood and a tooth onto the floor.Allegra was sitting behind me, duct taped to a metal chair. Much as I was hoping she'd go all Black Widow on their asses, real life didn't work that way."I want to hear you beg," Andre said, grabbing me by my hair while Xavier chuckled in the background."Like your brother or your daddy?" I coughed back, spitting another tooth. "I heard your daddy screamed like a little girl—"That got me another punch in the face."Neal, could you TRY not to antagonize him?" Allegra hissed. She herself was beat to f*ck, but I was the one they really wanted. For now.And I wanted to keep it that way."I could try." I laughed maniacally."You're not too bright," Andre grunted, hitting me again, splitting open my cheek.I was pretty sure, if I got out of this alive, that eye socket was going to need work. "Your brother pissed himself."Xavier stopped chuckling. "Andre, why don't you just kill the mot
Allison.I was in the exercise yard when a guard I'd f*cked approached me. Maybe he'd come with more cigarettes for me to trade. I sat on a bench with my new little posse around me. I'd managed to become something of prison royalty while I'd been here. It was a hard-won climb up the ladder, but it was worth it. Prison could be fairly comfortable for those who knew how to work the system."Valentino," the guard, Max, said. "You have a visitor.""Must be my lawyer," I sighed to my girls. "Fat lot of good he's doing me. I'll see you later."I got up and walked with Max, whose name was really false advertising for his asset. He was the most "minimum" man I'd ever had the misfortune to sleep with."I've got more cigs for you. Think you can skip out on your work detail today? I'll make you some excuse," Max whispered, licking his lips.I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, sure. That sounds great."Max made a lewd gesture, grabbing his crotch.I gave him my pretti