Page 67 of Villainous
“What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t inject her with anything. I chopped off her hands and feet and tongue.”
“Oh.”
“And don’t worry about your mother.” I lie on my back and grab her to make her straddle me. “I took care of her.”
“You already killed her, you bastard!”
“No. I did something better.”
She cocks her eyebrow. “I’m not understanding.”
She slides off me, and I grab my phone and click on the newspaper article.
“Here.” I give her my phone, and as she reads the article, her eyes grow to the size of saucers. Then she gives me a hug and kisses me on the lips.
“You framed her for the murders of the bodyguards, Noemi, and Chuck.”
“Yeah, Devious spoke to the chief of the police, and I cut off your mother’s tongue and told her it was so she couldn’t tell anyone about what happened.”
I grab my phone and pull up an email with a document. “Jacob is a former judge who bought a few prostitutes and a sex slave from me, and I blackmailed him to get one of his friends who is a judge to sign off on the paperwork. We have our rights back for our son. We’re going to be a famiglia.”
She sits on her knees and gives me kisses all over my face, then places her hands on my dick and yanks down my dress pants. Then she brings me into her mouth, and I let out a groan as she strokes me up and down. I place my hands in her hair, and fuck, I love everything about this woman. Her smile, her body, and her soul. I flip her over and lift up my robe and shove my dick inside of her. I’ve been dreaming of this moment every second since she left me. Now she’s finally with me, and we can be a famiglia. I love her with all of my dark soul, and this time, I’m not letting her go again.
“Fuck me hard, please,” she sighs, and I do. I thrust inside her so hard, and she lets out a moan.
“You feel so good, Aiden.”
I stop in mid-thrust. “What did you call me?”
I can’t believe what I heard.
“I said you feel so good, Aiden.”
I continue to thrust until I come inside of her, then flip her over and lick her pussy until she comes too.
Someone knocks on the door and jiggles the handle, and I yank my boxers and pants on.
“What’s for breakfast?” AJ says. “Ma, are you up?”
She gets up and slides on the robe, tightening the string around her body. Then she opens the door, and tears form at the corners of her eyes.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
“You don’t have to worry about your grandmother taking you away. Dad gave you back to me. It worked out.”
“So it means we will live here with Dad.”
“Of course. Me and your da are back together.”
His eyes light up like the city lights at night. “Cool.”
I get out of bed and wrap my arms around her and plant kisses on her face. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says.
Maya
Christmas Eve
