Page 54 of One Savage Union

Then I would shower and meet Maria in the kitchen for breakfast, which consisted of three hard-boiled eggs, fresh olive oil, and thinly sliced prosciutto, served with toast.

If I were in Chicago, Mario and Enzo would stop by to brief me on my schedule for the day and detail any clean-up from their crews’ work from the night before. If I were anywhere else in the world, they would FaceTime me. Either way, by 9:00 am, I was out of the house and heading to various meetings to start my 12-hour day.

It is now 9:02 am and I am between the legs of Lucia licking her pussy awake. My wife is a powerful distraction. Her sweet side must be earned, and since we returned from our mountain hike a month ago, I’ve been obsessed with bringing it out. My campaign starts every morning with oral sex, breakfast in bed, and a thorough fucking before I run off to rule the world.

“Mmmm, that feels good.”

I lift my head to look at her, but she pushes my head back down. “No, don’t stop. Please.”

I smile against her cunt and dive back into my breakfast. She’ll come twice on my tongue before she gets to eat the strawberry waffles she loves so much. I swear, if I don’t stop indulging her, we’ll both be too large to fit through the door. But it’s impossible to say no to her over small things when I know I can never give her the things she really wants.

She desires independence and a career as a classical pianist. Instead, she’s married to the mafia and the daughter of one of the most dangerous men in America. Life’s not always fair, but I think I can manage to bring a bit of joy into her life.

I long to protect her from worry and danger. Right now, all I can do is overwhelm her with pleasure and spoil her rotten. Enzo lost track of Leo, and we have no idea where he is. He hasn’t reached out, and his silence is ominous.

What is that little fucker up to?

“Ahhh Ahhh Rocco…” Lucia moans and pushes my head further into her sweet honey. Her taste makes me forget all about Leo and his treachery. After she trembles and climaxes, she releases me from the sweet prison between her legs.

I’m preparing for round two when I’m interrupted by a knock at the door.

‘What!” I yell. Whoever is on the other end of the door has a death wish.

“Uncle Roc, it’s me!” A cute four-year-old voice calls out, and my heart clenches.

Lucia giggles, and I wink as I slap her thigh. “Come on, get dressed.”

My Aria is here. I know Enzo is using her as a decoy. He knows not to disturb me in the mornings. The early hours belongto my sexy wife, but I can’t bash his head in front of his daughter and my godchild.Smart Man.

He disappeared on me two days ago to fly to Chicago unexpectedly. I was told not to worry and to enjoy my wife; so if he’s here, shit must be bad.

“Do I finally get to meet the infamous Aria? Enzo hides her from me as if I were a leper. ”

I barely register what she’s saying because I’m mesmerized by the show taking place in front of me. Watching Lucia get into her “skinny” jeans is the equivalent of soft porn. All that jumping, tugging, and grunting while the smooth denim swallows up all that ass makes me hard every single time. Black-Italian women are a wonder and a prayer.

I clear my throat and throw on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Don’t take it personally, piccola ragazza. Enzo is extremely protective of her, and he trusts very few people. The fact that he’s brought her here now proves you’re growing on him.”

She shakes her head and laughs. “ It’s more likely that whatever he has to tell you is desperately important, and he has no choice. I know you told them not to bother you in the mornings. You ain’t slick! But I’ll take it, because I love kids.”

That makes me pause. “ You do?”

She smiles and nods eagerly. “ Of course! My mother was a teacher, and I taught music to kids after school for years. They’re so innocent and ready to learn. And when they are as small as Aria, they’re full of love.”

I don't know why. But hearing her say that she wants kids makes my entire body vibrate with anticipation. In my line of work, we don't have the luxury of anticipating the future. You could be here today and gone tomorrow. That comes with the territory. Our thing is all about living fast, living well, but not living long. The last part made me all but vow to never bring achild into this world that would be forced to mourn me the way I mourned my parents.

But the idea of Lucia around my child is hard to resist. Her being heavy with my seed is the ultimate sign of ownership. Not to mention, it’s a serious turn-on. Having my child would finally make her completely mine. Knowing that my legacy could live even after I leave this earth is enticing. A part of me would still be in this world, and for the first time in a long time, that makes me hopeful. All at once, I want her pregnant, happy, and I'll take her barefoot if I can get it. I already want to wrap Lucia up in a cloud of indulgence and hide her away from this dark world and its disappointments. As the mother of my child, she will only bring out the caveman in me even more. I'll go crazy worrying about them being safe and protected. However, it's worth it if I can have a little bambino or bambina with her eyes in my world.

I walk over and land a tender kiss on the top of her head. “Hmm, I'm glad to hear that.”

That's all I say before running to open the door. I take a quick glance back and see that Lucia’s mouth has dropped open. I don't know if she's surprised that I'm glad that she likes kids or that she realizes her admission might have just invited me to plant my seed in her womb.

When I open the door, Aria jumps up and down and smiles. She extends her arms, waiting for one of my infamous bear swings.

“Mia cara!” I scream as I pick her up under her arms and whirl around in circles. Her giggles and laughter always wash away any pain and uncertainty in my life. When she came into our lives, she was a breath of fresh air. Every time she's around, she's like a drug. There are not many pure things in this life, but this little girl - she's everything good and pleasant.

Once I put her down, I hunched down to her level and looked into her eyes. “Tell Uncle Rocco what you have been doing since the last time I saw you. It's been too long, my darling.”

“I know!” Aria squeals. “But you came all the way to Italy without telling me. I was still in Chicago waiting for our pancake Saturdays!”

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