Page 58 of Truth
“Fuck me, King, mark me. I want you to smell like my pussy as a warning to anyone that comes close to you. My bark is as big as my bite.” Her last words come out as a growl as she digs her nails into my shoulders.
We fuck against the wall, hard and fast until she screams out my name, squeezing my cock with her muscles, milking it for all I can give.
“No more, baby. No more. My past stays buried. This is my vow to you.” Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close and kiss the top of her head.
“I love you, Dominic King.”
“Never more than I love you, Drew King.”
We walk out of the shadows and to our waiting car. Holding the door open, she crawls into her seat, and I walk around, rebuttoning my jacket and taking my place next to her.
“Let’s go.”
George slides back into the streets, rejoining the small traffic.
When we get to the townhouse, we pull up behind the moving van I arranged to move her things into my home while we were in Vegas. I’m pleased she’s chosen the townhouse because it was already prearranged. I kiss the top of my sleeping beauty’s head again and direct George to pay the guys. “Cash. Only in cash, George. They had to break into her place to get her shit, so I figure cash is best.” I laugh at his agreement. “Tell them to come back tomorrow to finish. She needs rest.”
“Will do.” He exits the car before pulling my door open and goes to handle the guys.
I maneuver out of the car, keeping her in my arms. As we pass the guys collecting their cash, I give them a nod as I walk past their straightening backs and removal of hats. Respect is key in life. I may not be a made member of the Sovrano family, but they’re my blood. Nobody escapes their blood. I walk up the steps as George breezes past to get the door.
“Anything before I go, King?”
“Not here, but will you swing by and check on Luca tonight? He’s stopping by the club. Keep him out of trouble,” I say, walking through the opened door.
“Will do, boss,” he answers, closing it softly so as not to wake Drew. I grin appreciatively as I walk the stairs to our bedroom. I lay her down and pull off her shoes, and she stirs awake but only for a moment. Her exhaustion is evident. I manage to undress her all the way down to her naked body, then tuck her into the covers placing a kiss on her lips. I exit quietly, heading down the stairs to my office. I have some calls to make before the night is done, and I don’t want Drew to wake.
Sitting in my chair, I look at my cell, debating how this call will go. I’m not afraid of any man, but my uncle is the only man I know capable of more destruction than myself. But I love the old man. He’s a man created by his environment, but he always held my father in the highest regard. I think he was proud of him for being his own man but mostly appreciative of the sacrifices my father made for him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice is booming, but still understating his power. He’s always happy to hear from me.
Despite myself, I laugh. “Good to hear your voice too, Zio. I have something to discuss with you.”
He grows more serious, and his voice becomes hushed as does all the background noise. He’s made the room quiet for me. “Maybe we should say what we need face-to-face. So many ears around…” He’s referring to the bugs on his phones. Always under investigation.
“No, no, questa è una conversazione gioiosa, tutti possono sapere, anche i topi.”No, no, this is a joyous conversation, everyone can know, even the rats.My words are met with his laughter again. “Ma questo li farà lavorare di più.”But this will make them work harder.I smile at the pleasure he takes in my joke.
“You hear that, ya bastards? You’ll have to work just a little harder to figure it out.” His laughter continues and then dies down as he asks, “So what exactly is this happy occasion you speak of?”
“I got married.” Silence, then a room full of yelling and cheering. He never does anything half-assed, my uncle. He must have told the room. I know every man in that room. In a way, they’re the only men I trust and suspect simultaneously.Never turn a blind eye.
“Thank you, everyone. Zio, I wanted you to know first. You know what this means for me now. The sacrifices I will make for her.” He will understand what I mean. He knows he can’t call on me anymore. He hasn’t in quite a long time, but it’s important to be clear. We settled any debt I had, and I know as wary of him as I am, he feels the same about me.
I hear the closeness of his voice, indicating our conversation is private again. “Yes, I understand. Dominic, I know what this would have meant to your father. He was good, and he would want this for you. I loved him,—you of all people understand what’s it’s like to have a piece of yourself reflected back at you. I sacrificed for my brother too, as you did for Luca. I love you, mio nipote.I’m always here. So live your life without worry.”
You can’t escape your blood, especially in this life, but in another life, I may have dedicated myself to it, to my uncle and my name.
“Will she take on Sovrano or your mangled American version of King?” I chuckle at the way he says American. He and my father came over to the States as teens. He has such a distaste for the place he calls home, always dreaming of going back to live a simpler life, but this empire has been rooted in blood and demise. It’s a pipe dream.
“Ah, I was waiting for that question. I think King is close enough for her. It means the same without the—”
He interrupts with a more serious tone. “It may be the translation, nephew, but our name is something to fear. Before I die, I would like to see you use it.”
I’ll never use that name. I don’t have to.
“I think I’ve lived up to my namesake for long enough, don’t you, dear uncle? Or have you forgotten what I’m really called?” My tone matches his with just the hint of anger.
“Okay, okay, la tua decisione è tua.”Your decision is yours.I nod to myself, happy he’s seen his way to reason, “I’m just an old man who is set in tradition, but I love you, nephew.”
