Page 65 of Truth
“You didn’t… I thought…” My voice is shaky.
“There are worse things that can be done to people, Drew. No, I didn’t end their lives, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t ruin them. I relieved them of their confession, and then they turned themselves in to the police. No more blood, remember?”
“I do, but I would have made an exception for Luca.” Slowing down at a red light, he turns his head, smirking at me. I’m deadly serious.
“I need to keep an eye on you…my ruthless little queen.”
I am ruthless. I love him with a fierceness that seems to blur the lines, and it’s a sacrifice I’m more than willing to make.
“Nessuno ferisce la mia famiglia.”Nobody hurts my family.He eyes shine with pride, appreciation, and love.
“Noted and resolved.” His eyes are back on the road as we pull onto the street where our home awaits. “Like I said, there are worse fates than death.” I don’t know what he did, but I have no doubt he is capable of destruction.
His phone buzzes, filling the car with the sound of a ringtone. We both reach for the button, sharing the same fear that something has happened with Luca. The speaker comes to life, and a deep baritone voice on the other end booms through. “Priest. I would like to come and sit with Luca tomorrow, and I want your blessing. I know it’s still new to all of us, but I would like to be there, in these moments.”
“You have it” is all Dominic says before ending the call.
“What the fuck was that? Was that Dante?” A million questions run through my mind, but he looks at me with such a weary expression that I quiet my curiosity.
“Let’s go inside. There’s a lot to talk about and explain, but I’m tired and I need to fuck you. I need to bury myself deep inside of you and forget the world around me.”
“Yes, King.” My voice is just above a whisper as we exit the car and walk into our home.
IT’S BEEN EXACTLY A MONTHsince Luca woke up. I’ll never forget the faces in the room, the tears and the celebrations that followed. Whatever happened the day he was hurt worked to effectively bring bonds back between Dominic’s estranged family because we were inundated by tiny Italian women showing up with dishes of pasta. It was like a full buffet at the hospital. I’m sure each woman believes it was her dish that nursed him back to life as well.
I laugh at the memory as I put the finishing touches on the table I’ve set outside for our party. Dominic and I waited until Luca was released from the hospital to tell him about the marriage, and in true Luca fashion, he was over the moon for us both. Tonight, my parents are coming over, separately, as is Gretchen. Luca is coming with Shelby and Ella. The most surprising guest is Dante. He’s been making appearances in our lives more and more.
Late one evening Dominic shared with me that Dante is his half-brother. He didn’t go into detail, but Dante was born before Dominic and Luca, so technically he is the older brother even though Dante would never risk the retribution from calling King “little.” Luca does, however; he goes out of his way to refer to Dante as “big bro.” If he hadn’t just gotten beat up, I’m fairly certain Dominic would pummel him. Giovanni has also been a regular, although Dominic seems warier of that. I know he struggles with his birthright, but we’ve found a balance between. Our lives are messy and complicated, but we’re together.
“Drew,” King calls out from the kitchen. “Is this supposed to look like this?”
Running back in, I see the sauce I was making has burned. “Fuck. No, it’s not, but I don’t cook, so…”
“Here.” He extends the phone out to me. “Why would we cook when we own three restaurants? Order something and I’ll have someone pick it up.”
Smiling, I take the phone from his hand and blow him a kiss.
“On second thought.” He grabs the phone from my hand and dials a number. “Take off your pants.”
“King, people will be here soon.”
He leans over to the drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon, smacking his palm once to reiterate his point.
“I said, take them off.”
My heart is pulsating through my chest, and my mind is foggy, entranced by the promise of being spanked. I grab at the button of my jeans and pull, shimmying them down. He makes a twirling motion with his finger, and I turn around to face the counter.
“Yes, this is King. I need an order brought to my house tonight.” Pulling the phone from his mouth, he whispers, “Hands on the counter.”
I do as I’m told, body boiling with anticipation. King begins to rattle off the order to whoever is on the phone, and when he delivers the first blow, I cry out with a breathy moan, happy for everyone to hear me. The idea of an audience turns me on, and he knows that.
He sets the phone down on the counter next to me. “That was very naughty, Drew. I’m sure they heard you on the other end. Is that what you want?” Our sex life has gotten kinkier and kinkier. The one-way mirror room at the club has become my very favorite place.
Smack. The sound of the slapped flesh echoes through the room, another moan escaping my lips.
Smack. “My dick is so hard, watching your body writhe from the pain. Do you want it harder, gorgeous?”
“Yes!” I scream out as he delivers another smack and pulls me hard back into his waiting cock. I brace the edge of the counter as he thrusts into me, bringing us both to our climax, his warm juices filling me. My breathing slows, and he pulls out of me, making me wince. He reaches out to grab a kitchen towel and dips his hand down to wipe his juices from the inside of my leg.
