My eyes zoom in on the bed when I open it. I don't go more than four feet in when I feel a ‘whoosh’ and duck just in time for a vase to come flying past my head. “I missed you too Tink.” I say chuckling, turning to take in her red face. My cock, the sadistic bastard, is thumping in my pants. He loves this shit. I lock the door and toss the key in my pocket.
“Let me out of here asshole,” she screams at me from the other side of the bed. I pretend to think it over before looking at her.
“Nope. Don’t think I am going to do that.” She screeches before reaching for the picture frame on the side table and throwing it at me. I barely move, not at all phased by her fit. “Gonna have to work on your aim, little Tink.” I have no clue why I am poking my little fairy other than I love how wild she looks right now. It is doing something to my chest and my cock.
“Why am I here?” Her chest heaves up and down as she yells at me from the other side of the room holding something behind her back. I contemplate how to answer her question, wondering if giving her the truth will help her calm down or if it will rile her up more. In truth, I don’t know what to tell her because I am not ever planning on letting her go, but… I don’t think that will go over well. Over the past few weeks, I have learned my little baby has a temper filled with fire and passion and I want to fuck both of them out of her.
“It’s in your best interest, baby.” Shut the fuck up. It’s true. Can you imagine her 5 '1, voluptuous frame with the most stupendous tits I have ever seen, walking unowned around the streets of Chicago, blonde curls bouncing above her plump ass, advertising she is untouched? Did I mention her bee stung lips? Yeah. See my point.
“Listen, I don’t know what this is about, but you obviously don’t know who my family is. When they realize I am missing, they are going to look for me and when they find you, you’ll pray for death.” She spits this speech from her lips and as interesting as her words are, all I can see is how small her mouth is, picturing my cock stretching it as I gag and choke her smart ass. It is all I think about anytime I am in her presence.
“Little one, listen, everyone who is anyone knows the DeSantis are done. Wounded irreparably. Head of the snake was cut off. There is no threat. I am your best bet now.” Oh, I see I stunned her by knowing her last name. In all of our little...rendezvous, if you will, we never once exchanged last names. “Besides, what makes you think that is not why I took you in the first place?” Her eyebrows frown as she tries to piece together my meaning. The moment of distraction is all I need to sprint from the door to the middle of the mattress. I throw my arms out intending to encircle her in them when she knocks the wind out of me. She ducks under my arms, using her weight to push me face first into the bed. Before I can comprehend, she got one up on me, she reaches into my back pocket and pulls my gun on me.
Well, shit. I think I have found my wife.
Slowly she inches to the door, gun pointed at me, her face a mask of victory well deserved. Raising my arms in surrender, I try to talk to her calmly. I don’t know how she reacts when cornered and though she hasn’t seemed skittish, I don’t know enough about her to say she won’t shoot me if threatened. Besides, I don't want the mother of my children to hurt herself. “Bravo for you, little Tink. I underestimated you and how prepared your father has made you. But why don’t we lower that before you hurt yourself or someone else.” She sneers at me and continues back toward the door.
“Do I look dumb to you? Blonde hair aside, my father didn’t raise an idiota. I am going to keep this gun aimed at you until I get free, stronzo.” I can assume what the first words she said is, but I am sure the second one was an insult. Note to self, pick up the Italian dictionary.
“I see. I admire a woman with a plan, Zona.” She scrunches at the polish word for ‘wife’, and I wink knowing she doesn’t like not knowing what it means. Now she knows how it feels. “However, I think you have not thought this through. One, how do you even know there are bullets in that. How do you know I have not just come from emptying it into some unsuspecting fuck and haven’t filled it up? Of which if this is the case, you are threatening me with nothing. Second, the moment this door opens, and my men see you without me beside you, they are going to bring you right back in here and I cannot promise they will be gentle.” Which means I am going to have to kill one or more of them if they put their hands on her in any way.