It’s impossible to watch her cumming on my dick and not explode. I hold her close to me andgroanas it finally happens and her riding me drags me over the edge. I cum so hard that I almost fall over, or tip us both into the pool. My fingers cling to Aricia’s hips as I drag her closer to me and let her feel just how much I want her too.
“I love you,” I whisper. “And I’ll prove myself by taking away all the barriers to us being together. You just watch.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Flora
I’m helping Peter with my first official job for the family. IbeggedMichael not to be a dick about this and to let me help. I liked Aricia the first time I saw her and I’m still kinda mad that Peter could even think I would have drugged him and his fancy lawyer lady. I’m nothing like Cosima. I spent my late teen years married. I crave freedom.
The best way to get freedom in this family is earning it. I won’t make the same mistakes that Cosima made. This time, I’m going on a trip to Miami with my cousin Gino and my brother so we can complete this mission. I don’t want to be crass by giving you all the gory details, but I’ll tell you what I need to know.
Peter gets me somedeliciousstrawberry kiwi vape refills to help me calm down before the flight. That makes me feel a lot better about the whole mess. I’m dressed to head straight downtown to this nightclub calledElevatein Miami. My job will be getting Inessa to believe that I’m taking her to a famous rapper’s condominium.
Peter’s going to pretend to be the rapper’s driver. Once she’s in the back of the car, Gino will come out of hiding and drug her. Then, we’re going to take her to a second location and chop her up into little bits to feed her to the fish. I don’t know if we’reliterally going to chop her up because I don’t want to know all the details beforehand.
I know enough right now.I’m going to kill someone for my brother.
I wish I felt more like the villain. The nicotine helps calm me down. I know it’s a shitty addiction and any teenager holding a vape shouldthrow it away, but unfortunately I started smoking cigarettes pretty much the second I landed in Italy. My mother-in-law gave me one to make it easier for my twelve-year-old self to accept that I was married to a fat old man who would only wait two years before consummating our marriage.
Smoking became an important part of my survival in Italy and kicking the habit has been too difficult. My brothers won’t let me smoke real cigarettes, so I developed a special taste for fruit flavored vapes. Relaxing and delicious.
I lean against Peter’s car, taking my last few hits before we check in for the flight. We’ll be up all night taking care of Aricia’s problem and back on the American Airlines flight to Buffalo at 6:15 a.m.
“Hurry,” he says. “We’re running out of time.”
“Chill out, airport dad. We’re two hours early and it’s domestic.”
Gino has headphones on and doesn’t seem to care about our argument. He’s just going with the flow. And probably trying to stay calm since he’s the one carrying illegal substances in his luggage.
“You’re an addict, Flora. You know you can’t hit that shit in the bathroom, right? If you end up on the no fly list, I will personally canoe your ass back to Italy.”
“I won’t be stupid. I want to help, Peter. I’m not a baby. I’m only three years younger than Gino and I know how to wipe my ass properly.”
Gino bops his head and mouths some Eminem lyrics. I can’t actually tell what the lyrics are, but he always listens to Eminem when he’s nervous. It’s a cheap shot, but it gets Peter off my back by entertaining the demonic side of him.
We land in Miami drunk off our asses already from having too many shots on the plane. It’s a family weakness. I suspect Peter is the most sober person around. He rents a black Escalade with tinted windows for tonight. We drive about forty minutes away from the airport and Peter arranges Gino’s body in the backseat, so he’s out of sight. We change our clothes and hide our suitcases. The big SUV has plenty of room.
“It’s too hot out here.”
“Thankfully you brought a belt.”
“This is mydress, Peter.”
He’s annoying. Peter guards the SUV while I change inside. Gino can’t see anything, not like I worry about my cousins creeping on me. We might be a weird family, but we’re not that kind of weird. I always felt protected by my brothers and cousins, unlike the shitty men in my dad’s generation.
When I step out of the Escalade, I look at Peter with a demanding, sullen expression. I really don’t want him to criticize my outfit.
“Can I have my vape yet?”
“You look like you’re on sale.”
“Can you avoid being a misogynist for ten minutes?”
“I’m not a misogynist, but that dress will certainly have all of them flocking.”
“I have to convince some dumb skank that I’m sleeping with a rapper. I did alotof research for this assignment.”
“You call watching TikTok research?” Peter says with his disbelieving sneer. My brother is so annoying. A normal brother would have complimented me on my research and given me at least a chance to prove myself. I dyed my hair for this assignment, ruining the perfect blond I achieved with my stylist in favor of a deep chocolate brown hair color with extensions and a blow out that caused my hair to look like Sofia Vergara’s.
