Page 92 of The Killer Cupcake
Debbie twisted in her seat to face him. "And you're just telling me this now?"
His hand found her knee, steadying her hand. "Today was about us, bambina. About giving my mother the peace of seeing her son settled and safe. Introducing my kids and wife to her. Janey could wait."
Debbie softened.
She didn’t stop him when his calloused hand began to run smoothly up and between her thighs. It soon disappeared under her skirt. Matteo leaned in and kissed her on the neck. She smiled when his fingers reached her panties and made it past the seat to touch the lips of her sex. Debbie’s head dropped back as Matteo made sure the divider between them and the driver of the limo remained up.
“Come here,” he said in her ear.
Debbie opened her eyes and let him put her on his lap. Matteo yanked her expensive Chanel skirt up to her waist so she was able to grind on his thick hardness trapped behind his zipper. She deep-throated her kiss with him. And Matteo worked to undo his belt and lower his zipper, and she lifted on her knees so he could push his pants all the way down, allowing them to drop to his ankles.
Debbie giggled when she was on him again, taking him all the way in. She removed his sunglasses from his face and licked his nose. Then, she licked his lip, and she moved in ways she knew made him crazy. Matteo groaned.
“You like that, baby?”
He spanked her ass, bouncing on his dick, and she let go of an excited laugh. He hugged her and laughed, too. “We’re married. We’re married!”
She kissed him deeper and remembered the time when she thought her world would be nothing but suffering and pain. And he was the cause.
Harlem1952
"Ma? Ma, what's wrong?" Debbie said. She entered the tenement with Junior on her hip.
Her mother took her grandson into her arms and kissed the toddler as he kicked and fussed to be put down to explore. Debbie closed the door. All she knew was that her mother called and said to come home immediately.
"Tell me," Debbie urged, setting the baby bag and her purse on the sofa.
"It's your father," Claire said. She looked weak. Since the family diagnosis for her illness, she had spent time in and out of the hospital under treatments that seemed to age and drain her. Her state terrified Debbie.
"What's wrong with Pa?" Debbie asked.
"He's been missing. After Bumpy Johnson's arrest, they've been taking men who worked under him off the streets. Jimmy said he saw cops put him in the back of a police car. Brother and his friends are looking, but we haven't found him yet."
"What? No. What are you talking about? Why didn't you call me? Tell me! Ma c’mon!” Debbie raced to the phone.
"With everyone down in Butts for the wedding, and you so upset you couldn't go, I just didn't want to upset anybody if he’s fine. Who are you calling?"
"Quiet, Ma!" Debbie said.
"Ciao?”
"Gino? I'm looking for Matteo. Is he there? It's Debbie. It's an emergency."
"Hold on, Debbie," Gino said.
Debbie let go of the deep breath she was holding. She kept her hand to her heart as she waited. Her mother had found something of interest for Junior and was entertaining him while keeping a close eye on her and listening.
“Debs? What’s wrong,cara?” Matteo said.
“It’s daddy. He’s missing Matteo. Ma said Jimmy saw cops force him into a car. Did you know Bumpy Johnson was arrested? Matteo? If the cops have my father, my uncle is not here to help. He’s down in Mississippi. You’ve got to help us. Please,” she said.
“Okay,bambina. Where are you?”
“I’m staying with Ma. Brother is out looking for him.” Debbie started hyperventilating. “Daddy never stays away from Ma too long. Not with her being sick. I got a bad feeling, Matteo.”
“Debs, calm down. I got it. I’ll find him. Stay there. I’ll call you there.”
“Okay, okay,” she sighed.
