Page 33 of Painfully Merry

Chaos

Oh, fuck. Waking up next to Sabby feels like a dream. I flex my hips driving my dick further into her pussy. We must’ve worn her out for her not to stir once. I slowly thrust, feeling the warmth of her gripping me. I pull her closer, spilling my cum deep, praying this is the time I impregnate her.

“Merry Christmas, Chaos, but I swear to God, if you get me pregnant, I’ll push you down the stairs,” she said sleepily.

Placing a kiss on her shoulder, I can’t help but smile. Out of every fish in the sea, I caught this one. I wasn’t even trying to find my fish. “Sabby, I don’t even think I can have kids.”

She rolls over, cupping my face. “What makes you say that?”

“I think karma is coming to get me.”

“That’s your reason? Chaos, that doesn’t mean anything. You can always get your sperm counted and see if they are fast swimmers.”

I stare at her. “I’ll put a pin in that for now. We have a busy day.” I climb over her, licking my finger. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.” I ram my wet finger into Parker's ear. Sabrina fell into a fit of laughter when Parker jumped awake.

“You sumbitch, I’ll kill you,” he spat out. He rolled me over, squishing Sabrina under us.

“You guys, I can’t breathe.” She gasped for a breath.

We both rolled off her, apologizing. “I can’t believe I’m lying in bed with you two on Christmas morning.”

“It is unbelievable,” Parker agrees.

Sabrina is quiet. Usually, I like the quiet, but not like this. Something is wrong, but I don’t know how to talk about feelings. I glance at Parker, pleading for help. He should know what to do.

“Sabrina? Talk to us. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

She goes to climb out of bed, but I catch her around the waist. “I don’t think so. You talk first, and then you can leave. Talk Sabbins.”

Her face rumbles with a pain-filled look. “Maybe I should’ve spent time with my family, I don’t know. I was thinking, that’s all. Don’t let me be the Debbie downer. It’s Christmas, after all.”

I don’t believe that bullshit. She’s never talked about her family once since I’ve been here. Whatever, I’m not going to start calling her out. We need to get out of the house before Kevin starts his day. I roll out of bed without falling on the floor.

“Do we have a plan for today?” Parker asks, sitting up in bed.

“We do. I talked to a guy who knows a guy. We’re all set.”

“Sounds like mob talk, Chaos,” she says suspiciously, raising a brow.

I grip her chin, tilting her head back. “That’s because it is, Sabrina. How do you think I got into this line of work? It wasn’t because I went to school and found some golden education. This job landed in my lap when the second in command of the Russo mafia found me as I was doing—things.” I backed away, giving her space. “I’m not a good guy, Sabrina. But I’m good at what I do. You can back out if you want.”

“Chaos, I’m still down with the plan. Kevin has to know that he can’t get away with this anymore. I just don’t know what I want yet.”

I poke out my lips, trying to figure out how to tell her that he’s a dead man either way. She’ll just have to be far away when I slice his throat.

“Don’t worry, Black. Chaos won’t be killing anyone, right?” Parker glares at me.

I roll my eyes, walking to the ensuite. “Yeah, what he said.”

I’m loading up Sabrina’s car with all my bags since she didn’t want to take my van or, as she calls it, the murder van. I would never kill anyone in there. I would hate to clean it out, and blood seeps into every crack. That would take hours to clean, and I don’t have the patience for that.

I stand at the trunk reviewing my mental list when my phone buzzes. My phone never rings this early. Someone better be dying.

“What do you need, Linc?”

“Chaos, you can’t hit that job today.”

I slam the trunk closed, my body vibrating. “Why, Lincoln?”

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