Page 60 of They Call Him Reaper

My inhale is sharp as he penetrates me in tune with his last word. My entire body shivers from the contact, and this is exactly how I want this week to go. An activity that normal couples will do, followed by the kind of fucking that makes our child want to vacate my body. The higher I get, the tighter the tie becomes. This must be one of the perks of having an assassin in love with me—he knows how to take me to the edge of insanity without going for the kill.

I’m so wrapped up in the pleasure he’s giving me that I don’t have the energy to scream or cry out in any capacity. It’s like my entire body ceased from the pleasure until I broke apart. Dante turns me and hits me with the wild kiss I craved earlier while we claw at each other as if we still have clothes to remove. I walk him back to the bed and push him down so I can get the ride I want. He hasn’t cum yet and I’m all too happy to get him there.

His groan gets me every time as I take him to that uncontrolled space I love so damn much. I hear some vibrating in the distance, but we don’t stop until we’re both satisfied. We look up when the phone for the room rings. Only one person knows exactly where we’re located, and he wouldn’t call unless it was absolutely necessary.

I roll off Dante onto my back to catch my breath while he grabs the phone.

“Yeah? Okay. I’m grabbing my cell.”

Both Dante and Andrea are paranoid enough to never have a conversation on a hotel phone. Dante steps outside, and I can’t hear much over the roar of the ocean, but his tense posture confirms my fears from earlier.

I watch until he returns to our room. His face is serious, but I see more annoyance than fear.

“Carlos escaped.”

THIRTY-NINE

Dante

I triedto do something close to the right thing and let the legal system take care of Carlos, but like most things, I must take matters into my own hands. Carlos thinks he’s going to stalk and kill me, but I’m going to put an end to all of this for once and for all. I would have preferred him to find another calling or acceptance of the past like I have. I’d prefer for him to be in love and retired, rather than buried, but I’m not going to lose any sleep over ending his days above ground.

Hating me is one thing, but trying to bring my wife and child into it is too far. I even had the courtesy to leave River and Delaney out of it when I thought I’d have to kill Andrea and Theodore for snooping in Father’s affairs. Yes, I demonstrated that I could get to them, but they were never in danger. A person needs limits; Father and Carlos don’t have any. He needs to be put down swiftly.

Inaya snuggles up under me as she sleeps, bringing me out of my thoughts. I feel one of my rare smiles tug at my lips as I kiss her forehead and hold her close. She says being under me makes her feel safe. I can tell she means it because she’s sleeping soundly.

I refused to allow him to mess up this trip for Inaya, besides I’m always armed. The remoteness of our bungalow makes it a great place to act as bait, although I’d prefer to be alone in this. The thunderstorm that started brewing shortly after Andrea called me is now raging outside. It reminds me of the one that hit us on the island; the one that pushed our relationship in a completely different direction.

The night is damn hard to regret, especially since I can feel our baby moving against my side. This moment makes me do something I rarely do; look forward to the future.

Inaya’s whimper sounds pained, making me believe she’s having a nightmare, but when I look down, our eyes meet.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I sit up.

“It hurts,” she breathes out while closing her eyes in pain. It subsides after a moment, and she seems fine.

“Are you having contractions?”

“I’m not sure. It’s only happened once. We’ll have to wait and see.”

Things seem to calm a bit, but she’s clutching my hand about ten minutes later while she frowns in pain.

According to my reading and research, it’s early labor. Knowing that my child is trying to make its way into this world makes me anxious, but I’m not worried about Inaya’s current condition. I’ve dismantled enough bodies to not fear the possibility of delivering my child.

I just want them to be healthy. “I’ll get some water in case you become thirsty.”

I check outside before grabbing the water to confirm my suspicions. It isn’t possible to get her to a hospital. While I’m aware that this situation would stress out a normal man, I remain calm because I’m not normal.

My wife still looks around with wild eyes, as if she’s waiting for the pain to return. She looks like she’s about to freak out, so I get ahead of her thoughts.

“Yes, we’re rained in, but no need to worry. It could be early labor or Braxton Hicks, only time will tell. I’ll be here with you the entire time.

Joining her in bed, I sit up with my back against the headboard and cradle her with my body. My lips rest on her temple as I rub her belly in soothing circles.

Inaya’s giggle is out of place and therefore surprising. “What’s funny?”

“It's just cute how comforting you ar-” Her words are cut off from the next round of pain.

I whisper soothing words until the pain passes. Now that she’s calm again, I respond to her observation.

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