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
Becca.We dressed in funereal black, standing at the head of a receiving line while family came to pay their respects at a wake at the compound. There would be another wake at the Cathedral, a full Catholic Mass, and then a procession to the mausoleum where the late Don Valentino would be buried.People had been bringing food for days. People of all walks of life who knew or felt indebted to or were associates with Don Valentino. I'd heard the kitchen staff say we had more food than we knew what to do with. James had told them if we had too much, to arrange with a local parish to distribute it to the poor.I stood at James's side. I wasn't his wife, but I was the mother of his child, and he'd decided my place at the funeral was right beside him. I did get a few curious looks, but I was holding Dahlia and James was holding Alessandro, and we looked every bit the family we were. So what if it wasn't conventional?Layla was standing quietly off to one side, also wearing black. She
Becca.When the wake was finished for the day, I sat in James's office for a good ten minutes, less interesting to James than a potted plant, as he caught up with Sofia in Italian. With every passing minute, I could feel the little green monster becoming more and more powerful.Finally, Sofia gave that birdsong laugh of hers again and turned to me. "So, Becca, I hear you graduated from a top-tier university recently. Something to do with statistics or economics, right? And you were working on your masters degree?"I thought of expanding on that a bit, but I simply shrugged. "Yes, something like that."Sofia's smile slipped a little. "Well, you've been so busy with the children, I'm sure you haven't had a chance to do any internships."I remembered New York, then, and the internship I'd had at Neal's office for a little while before everything went south. It all seemed like a foreign memory now. My stomach twisted. "Not a complete one.""Too bad. I'm sure you'll be brillian
Becca."Sofia's having dinner with us?" I repeated, watching as James tied a very smart tie around his neck."Yes. She's a guest. I thought it would be a good opportunity for her to meet and spend time with the family," James replied, flipping his collar back down and pulling on a jacket.I'd come into James's room, all ready to tell him off, only to see him putting on one of his sexiest suits. My little green monster began causing me to panic. Was he dressing up for her?"So, is this some kind of formal dinner?" I asked.James glanced over at me. "No. You can wear what you like.""Then why are you all dressed up?" I demanded."We remain in black for a mourning period of one year here, Becca. The funeral hasn't even happened yet. I'm just showing my respect," James said.Yeah, right. I stiffened my back and then started for the door. "I'll go change, then. And I'll have Giana add more black to my wardrobe. I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner."Actually, I was more incen
Becca.I didn't need to push much longer until the baby was born. I let out a sigh of relief as a lot of pressure was released as the doctor announced the head was out. I was almost done pushing. Out came the shoulders, and then the doctor was able to pull the baby out. She lifted the baby up and smiled, studying the baby for a moment. "It's a boy!" she said, causing the room to erupt into cheers. I gave a very quiet cheer of my own, my body completely exhausted. I closed my eyes, tears still spilling down my cheeks. I was still worried about how healthy he was, though, since he had come so early. "The baby is healthy, even if a bit underweight. He'll get meat on his bones in no time," the doctor assured me, reaching over to hand the baby to me. Putting a few clips into place, the doctor handed James a pair of scissors, and he cut the umbilical cord. Then, she began the process of helping me pass the afterbirth while the nurses prepared to clean our son up while
Becca.Several months had passed since our honeymoon, and things had been going wonderfully. The baby was developing very healthily, and they were going to be on the way soon. I was tired as I sat on the couch, reading up on some news. The progress with Guatemala went very well. I had made contact with locals who were going to make sure everything ran smoothly and children would be getting what they needed. The thought made me smile. Children deserved wonderful lives. The kids were just put to bed about an hour ago. 8:00 PM was too early for me to go to bed quite yet, but I was feeling tired. Still, I needed a snack, as my cravings were intensifying lately by quite a bit. I walked up to the fridge and rummaged through it, pulling out a jar of pickles and giving a satisfied sigh. I grabbed a plate, taking out several to munch on while I watched television. Maybe this would help me wake up a little bit. I wanted to wait until James got home. He was busy worki
Allegra."I have made a list of reputable centers that we can look into," I said to Layla, leaning on her as we stared at a laptop on the table. At the moment, we were looking into adopting, though not right this instant. We wanted to do a lot of research first. Not to mention, Layla wanted to get another cat so Onyx had a playmate, and they'd need to adapt to our apartment first. The idea of adoption was a prospect both of us adored. Giving a child a loving home would be a wonderful thing. Layla pointed to the screen, saying softly, "I've heard about that one. Good things, thankfully. I think we should be open-minded about teens." She frowned sadly, closing her eyes. "They are often overlooked.""I agree," I said. "They may be a large responsibility, as teenagers can be rowdy, but I'm confident we can handle it. Can't be worse than being captured by the Russian mob," I said with a chuckle. Layla winced but gave a half-smile. "You still think about that, huh
Becca."This place is beautiful," I said, looking around the fancy restaurant in Florence and letting out a happy sigh. Vines practically dripped from the ceiling, making it feel as though we were in a romantic movie. My life was similar enough to one, at this point! Mariano and Neal sat together across the table from James and I, all smiles and warm energy as well. They sipped wine and nodded, agreeing with my observation about the atmosphere. I took a sip of water myself, always mindful of the baby."This is the place where we met!" Mariano exclaimed with excitement. "When I first laid my eyes on Neal, I knew a prince had entered the establishment. A handsome one that made me swoon in my seat," he said. He winked at Neal, and the other man blushed. I giggled, gushing, "You two are so cute! I'm so happy for you. It really does look like you connected, which is wonderful. Just like a storybook!" Mariano nodded, his grin only widening at the idea. This place had a
James. "Look at how wonderful and huge they are, James!" Becca exclaimed, causing me to smile. It was the day after our first engagement on the beach, and I was happy to relax. At the moment, we were looking at some giant tortoises with a deep sense of awe.She was right; they were the size of side tables. A guide handed Becca some lettuce, which she held out to the tortoise. She squealed with delight as the animal took a leaf from her and began munching, causing my smile to widen even further. I was so happy to be able to relax. Security had reported nothing odd happening, and they seemed to be having a ball as well. I was relieved, though I shouldn't have expected anything bad to happen. Not like the Cartwrights tracked our every move. At least, I hoped not. I shook that thought out of my mind as Becca continued to give a ton of attention to the tortoises. One of the security men walked over with a camera in his hand, beaming at us. "Let's get some pictures of
Becca.This was it. The perfect honeymoon, the one where James and I would have the time of our lives. I was thrilled, my heart singing even as I looked out the window of the airplane we were taking. With the money I had, we were able to charter a private jet. Even after all these months, I'd never completely gotten used to always being able to afford the best of everything. The staff was very kind, including the flight attendants who catered to our every need. Our money came with a lot of advantages. I tried not to think about that too much, though. It made me feel guilty.Rather, when my worries became too heavy, I reminded myself of the charity that I was starting off. I realized I couldn't physically go to Guatemala, but with my wealth, I reached out to locals for the best ways to run a charity for kids there. The representative I spoke with had been wonderfully helpful, and it made me beyond happy that I could still help while not being there. I had decided I
James."This is going to be such a wonderful trip, James!" Becca exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. I smiled, returning the hug and holding her close. When she pulled away, I gave her a tender kiss.At the moment, we were sitting in the living room of the compound with a laptop open on the table showing all the activities we could do in Seychelles. The pictures of beautiful, pristine beaches with shining sand and deep blue water got me excited, too."I think we should see the tortoises and dolphins," Becca said, giving a smile. "The kids are going to love those pictures. Someday, we need to take them with us, to a kid-friendly area." No doubt she would be paying attention to that during our honeymoon. "That is an excellent idea, my love," I said to her, giving her another squeeze. We exchanged another kiss as she continued to scroll through the pictures and destinations. Thankfully, the trip was taken care of flight-wise and hotel-wise. Having money was
Neal.A few weeks had passed since I met Mariano, and the strong sense of attraction I had to both his looks and personality had not faded. In fact, we were hitting it off even harder now, and I couldn't be happier. Thankfully, I was brave enough to call Becca and say I wanted to visit as a friend. I meant it this time. There was no ulterior motive, not that there had been one, to begin with. She may have been stuck in my head a little, but that wasn't an issue anymore. After some hesitation, she agreed to see me. Likely because I wanted to introduce her to Mariano, which put her at ease for me not actually being after her anymore. I accepted that she was with James. Mariano and I were sharing lunch before heading out. I gazed into his eyes, my own full of adoration for the man. "We're really hitting it off, aren't we?" I chuckled, breaking the silence that had formed between us as we ate sandwiches. Mariano winked, saying, "I think we are, yes. I am thrill
James.Still feeling beyond happy about the news of the baby still being healthy, I walked over to the fridge to get myself a quick snack before meeting with Giovani. Becca was dripping with joy, which made me relieved, to say the least. She had no idea what was going on in the background, and I didn't want her to, either. She shouldn't suffer the stress of anything anymore. My wife was looking forward to a wonderful life with our expanding family, and I wouldn't let worry settle in her mind. At least, despite the stress on my end, we were going to have our honeymoon soon. The kids were happy, and that's all I could ask for. Speaking of which, I stopped into the nursery for a visit before heading off to discuss things with my cousin. Alessandro was playing around with a few cars and stuffed animals. Dahlia sat in front of him, doing the same, making happy cooing noises threaded in with a few words. When they saw me, they let out squeals of happiness and hobbled o