Page 56 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

If you could trust anyone to give blunt honesty, it would be him. I killed the engine to my car. I had slowed down the number of assassinations I performed. I had kids now, and I didn't want to miss out on precious moments or leave a heavy load on Erie.

What I did change was the location of my hits. I didn’t take any more local jobs. All my contract kills were out of the country. In addition to that, whenever I had to leave the country, Navy made sure to put a security detail on my family. That man was as thorough and skilled as they came. Now that my kids weren’t babies anymore, I didn’t hide what I did for a living from them. They knew the basics, and that was more than enough.

I quickly ran around to their teachers’ back door and picked the lock. It was a piece of cake. When I stepped inside, the putrid smell of old food and overflowing garbage hit my nose instantly.Shit!I swept the kitchen and living room, but no one was present.

Steadily, I walked up the stairs, twisting the silencer on my gun. If for a second anybody thought I wouldn’t dead that nigga, then somebody had life fucked up. I stopped outside the room where I heard the loud television.

The sounds of moans and groans made my stomach turn. Those sounds were undeniably related to porn. I peeped through the crack in the door, and that fucking fat pervert jerked his dick to kiddie porn. It was just like I expected it. Enzo never lied. I couldn’t wait any longer. I crept inside his room and popped his ass in the head with the butt of the gun.

“Oww! Fuck! What the hell is going on? Take anything that you want, just don’t kill me. I have forty-five hundred dollars stashed under the bed in a brown shoe box. Just please don’t kill me, man!” he begged and cried.

“Oh, I’m not in the stealing business.” I snarled as I pulled up my face mask.

His eyes widened from the recognition.

“Mr. Terelli? W-why are you here?” he stuttered.

“I see you have a thing for little girls. Naturally, I ran a background check on you before I arrived, and lo and behold, I hit the jackpot. You’ve been arrested on three counts of child pornography under three different aliases, Devin Ranks. Mr. Wilson is just another alias.”

“I swear, man—”

“Shut the fuck up. You will never get a chance to harm my daughter or anybody else’s for that matter. Like I said earlier, I’m not in the stealing business, but I am in the killing business.”

I smiled menacingly and pumped three shots in his head and three to his groin. I threw papers on his dead body and jogged down the stairs and turned on the gas. It would be like I was never here. I flicked my lighter, tossed it on the stove, and the house went up in a blaze. Maybe in his next life, the nigga would do better. I climbed in my car and hauled ass to my home.

Tiredly, I walked up the stairs to my room. Erie was asleep in the same position I left her in. I turned on the shower water, removed my clothes, and climbed in. While I scrubbed the night’s events off me, I thought about when I’d retire.

It wouldn’t be any time soon. I still had enough strength and agility in me to remove a few more monsters from this Earth, but maybe in a few years, I’d retire from everything and spend the rest of my life in Erie’s garden with her. That sounded like the life.

I dried off thoroughly and crept in bed, taking my place right behind my wife.

“You took care of him, didn’t you?” Erie quizzed.

I should’ve known she’d wake up when she didn’t feel me. Erie and I slept better when we could feel the warmth from each other’s bodies. I kissed her wild curls and her neck, and she turned to me.

“Yes, I did. You already knew I would. I would have been a fool not to, Bella.”

“I hear you, Ro. In no way am I arguing with you. You always do what’s necessary to protect our family.”

“I told you from jump that I will always protect you all. Thank you for having faith in me.”

“Ro, I always will.”

I kissed down her neck before I climbed on top of her, prompting her to spread her legs.

“Big papa need some loving now.”

Erie wrapped her thick thighs around my waist. I looked at the alarm clock on her side of the table, and the time was 1:45 a.m. Today was the day. I grinned, gazing into her eyes.

“Happy anniversary, Bella.”

I slammed into her wet and tight pussy, filling her up with every inch I had.

“Fuck, Ro! Happy anniversary, big papa,” she moaned, embracing my slow and deep strokes. This was how you were supposed to bring in your anniversary.

Janeiro

Four Years Later

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