Chapter Ten
My soul screamed out for violent pain and a sense of nothingness. My heart though had found its cure.
Her.
~ Micha Ragen
I woke up, slowly stretching as the sun swarmed in through the curtains I never close as the breeze blew in through the partially open window. Outside, I could hear the sounds of a city that was already awake. My eyes fall to the clock on my bedside table, 10am. Fuck me it’s late. I never sleep past 6am but shit, since this little lady started spending the night I sleep like the dead and have only minimal night terrors filled with the echoes of pain.
Layla was still asleep next to me. I sought out her body with my hand wrapping my fingers around her naked thigh. I was a fucking lucky man to have her beside me. As I laid back and stared up at the ceiling, I relived the night before in every single glorious detail. The blood splatter on the wall. The brains hitting my skin. The smell, taste of blood in the air and the way he fell to the floor - death in his eyes his life gone. The way Jimmy took the Gallo men out. What I couldn’t understand was how did they know that we would be there. What was the reason for the wires? What were they listening for? Then I got home, and the way Layla looked at me as I walked in my door dismissing Anton for the night. She stalked toward me, pulling my body toward the bathroom. She hit the faucet to hot inside the shower, stripping my bloodied clothing from my body. As she stripped her clothing off my eyes roamed over her body. Her hair fell in long, red curls over her white skin. A groan left me as she pulled us both into the shower, the water hot on my cooled skin. I hissed out as she took the body wash and began to wash the blood off my skin. The sins, the aftermath of a kill taking someone from this world, it always played with your mind when the world went quiet. She understood, she got it, and she knew what I needed was human touch, love and understanding. How the fuck had I been living before this without her? How had I been dealing? I didn’t even know because right now as she cleaned my sins, washed them away, I couldn’t even see what I had done before this. Before this, I was just too dark and cold, too lost inside hate and vengeance. Twisting her in my arms her hands went to the wall as my hand found her hips. Pushing my other hand in the small of her back, I push her down, so her legs spread open and her pussy dripped wet for me. I took her hard and fast with water falling over us mixing with the blood and sins. I feed the beast with her tight pussy and wasn’t even ashamed that I took her that way. She screamed out, “Take whatever you need from me, Micha.” My thrusts become frenzied and angered as all the kills before tonight played in my mind. All I had seen was death, blood, hate and torture. I heard all the screams and my sweet lady just backed her ass up harder into me. Reaching down, she held her legs as one of my hands held her hip and the other her shoulder, pulling her back into me and forward with each thrust. She took it all like she was meant to fuck the demons from me.
My cock stirred under the sheet at the memory as my lady moved next to me.
“Good morning.” She rolled into me, kissing my inked chest. I pulled her into me closer not believing that this was real.
“Morning, baby,” I breathed into her hair.
“Want to shower?” She asked me, biting my flesh slightly. Sucking in a deep breath through my teeth, my fingers sunk into her ass.
“You fucking know I do.” My voice was laced with sexual desire. Knowing just how my baby likes it rough sets my cock on fire.
Pulling herself up, her eyes locked with mine. Sleep and sex swam inside the green.
“Coming?” Her fingers laced around my length, a smile of seduction on her lips. I bite my own lip to stop myself from fucking that smile off her face with my dick between her lips.
“Go ahead. I’ll be in behind you.” She got out of the bed, stretching. I caught a glimpse of her perky ass sitting just under my large tee-shirt. She smiled at me over her shoulder as I threw a pillow at her, and she headed out into the hallway.
I rolled onto my side and found my phone, smiling to myself. This is what life is right here. The old man was right, she’s definitely my fucking vice and I will do anything to keep it. I see it as an honor, not a problem.
I went to check my phone, but the battery had died sometime during the night. I found my charger and plugged it in then waited a couple minutes, idly imagining Layla’s body dripping wet inside the shower waiting for me. I didn’t bother to slip my boxers on, I just started to walk from the room to the bathroom when my phone started to go berserk. Walking over to the table, I picked it up and slid it open. Ten missed calls and just as many if not more messages. I scrolled through my texts, frowning until I found one from Jimmy around four am this morning.
Jimmy- Shit’s hit the fan, brother. Them, brother. They are setting fire to the town.
Pops- Grandson I have moved your Nona, war is coming.
Jimmy- Cock, if I have to come get you then I will.
Jimmy- Bro, the fuck, man. Turn your fucking phone on.
Pops- They are coming for the girl you need to move and move now.
Jimmy- Bro, Damon knows you’re the Riddler and that you’re fucking his niece. I have info on her and his new operation with Ian. Seems the scum bag’s been in his pocket for a while and sex slavery is their new line of biz. Layla is set to be sold to the highest bidder and you just fucked that plan like literally.
Realization hits me. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” I scream out over and over as I barrel down the hall throwing open the bathroom door. “Micha?” Layla yelped as I ripped the curtain open.
“What, what is it?” She could see the look in my eyes, it was reflecting in her green.
“Shit’s hit the fan. We gotta run and run now!”
“Micha, you’re the strongest Mafia man this side of Illinois,” she laughed as she leaned back and washed the shampoo from her hair.
“That won’t keep you safe if I’m dead, babe,” I snap shutting off the water and grabbing a towel. Wrapping it around her my hands fall to her hips, her delicious hips. Picking her up off the ground by those said hips I carry her to my room.
“Now get dressed. Fast.”
Lifting the mattress, I grabbed the bundles of money that I had hidden in there.
Ripping open my wardrobe doors, I grab the duffle bags, throwing money and clothes into them. Unlocking my gun safe, I empty its contents into another duffle bag carrying them all out to the front room.
