"Please, Daddy," she whispers. "I need you."
I grab the back of her knees and pull her closer. I turn her over so her heart-shaped ass is facing me. And then I enter her with a rough thrust that makes her cry out my name.
"It's a good thing you're so fucking wet for me because this would have hurt otherwise," I say, filling her with another rough thrust of my hips. "But something tells me you would have liked that. You look so good bent over the kitchen counter. You look so good taking my cock inside your tight little fuck hole."
Her face is flat against the counter as I punch into her slick pussy.
She starts to scream, but I cover her mouth with my hand.
"You're forgetting to be quiet, little girl," I say. "We can't have anyone finding us like this."
I bottom out inside her with every hard thrust. Her walls clench around me, telling me that she's ready to come. I lean over her, pressing our bodies together as I wrap my hand around her throat. I hold her head up as I grind my cock deep inside her womb.
"Be quiet and take my come now, princess," I say, holding her in place as I fill her with shallow thrusts of my hips. "That'smy girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. Keep these thighs open and let me empty inside you now."
She comes undone right as I start to fill her with my seed.
And then she turns boneless in my arms. I kiss her neck and take her back to our bed. I hold her close to my chest, keeping my arms wrapped around her as she drifts back to sleep.
"There's something else I need to tell you," I whisper.
Just when I think she's asleep, she mumbles, "Tell me."
“In exchange for the names of my parents’ killers, the Don wanted me to find someone,” I say.
I tell her about Eleonora Cavallari, theCosa Nostraprincess.
“And last week, Enzo found her,” I say. “I gave her location to the Don. And as promised, he gave me the names of my parents’ killers.”
If Grace is disgusted by me giving up the location of an innocent girl who wanted to stay hidden, she doesn’t show it.
“Did you find the two men?” Grace whispers.
“I did,” I say. “I took their lives.”
Grace looks at me with wide eyes. I don't know what she's thinking, but she's my wife. She deserves to know the truth about everything, even the ugly side of me.
"I made it slow and painful," I say. "But I didn't feel any better, Grace. I always thought that this feeling inside me would go away once I killed them. But if anything, the restlessness has only become more potent. Maybe I'm just broken."
"You're not broken," she whispers. "You're just someone who has been through too much.”
"I thought it would bring me peace," I say. "But there was no satisfaction. I didn't feel any better after watching the light fade from their eyes."
She's quiet for a moment. And then she takes my hand in hers and kisses the inside of my palm.
"That's because you're not like them, Dante," she says. "Violence isn't supposed to soothe your soul, even if you thought it would. You had a singular goal since you were a child. Instead of grieving what you lost, you funneled that energy into becoming who you are today. Maybe you just need something else to focus on."
I turn her words over in my head.
"And maybe...you should just let yourself grieve," she says. "It was a long time ago, but it's important to let yourself feel. And I promise you that it will pass."
I don't think this will ever leave me. Perhaps it's just what I was destined for.
But it will be okay.
I have this beautiful, sweet woman in my life.
And for the first time in weeks, I feel the weight lift off my chest. My heart slows to a gentler rhythm.
