But none of that mattered. All I cared about was my wife, our honeymoon, and our wedding night. I had to make up for the first one I ruined.
When the party ended, I got rid of everybody and found my way to our room, where Serenity waited for me, just like that first night. I approached, heart pounding, every sense on fire.
Closing the door, my eyes locked on her, and the need to touch her was burning right through me. I moved in, felt her breath hitch, her lips parting for me. Every bit of her called my name, begging for everything I’d been starving for.
Sliding my hand up, my fingers slowly traced her cheek, her jaw, her lips. Her breath was shallow, trembling against my thumb, and her eyes were wide, pleading for me to take her. I leaned in, mouth close to her ear.
“You want me to fuck you, Serenity?” I whispered, just like that first night.
She knew why I asked her that question. She knew I was replaying the first night when I should’ve claimed every inch of her body. My words made her shiver before she answered.
“Yes…” she breathed. “Please, baby.”
That was all I needed. My mouth curved into a hungry smile. My hand slid down, hooked her thong, dragged it down her thighs to the floor. My other hand undid my belt, letting my pants drop just enough to free my dick, hard and ready for her.
I pressed her against the door, her body arching into mine, heat radiating between us. Grabbing her thighs, I lifted her just enough and opened her for me. My tip pressed against her pussy, holding her there, feeling her shiver, seeing her eyes darken with want. Then I pushed in, slow and deep, her heatwrapping around my dick, pulling a groan from my chest. I filled her, claimed her, holding her tight as her breath caught and her nails dug into my shoulders.
“I’ll fuck you so good, baby. I’ll fill you up, take you apart, make you mine in every way you crave. And when I’m done, when you’re trembling and begging for more, I’ll hold you so close the world won’t exist outside this room. I’ll love you till the end, Serenity. That’s a fucking promise, baby.”
A few weeks after the wedding, we came back from our honeymoon. The way I’d fucked my wife every damn day, I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up with babies with extra limbs. But now there was something else I had to handle. With those babies on the way, Valery out of the picture, and all the shit that had gone down, I didn’t want Serenity stressing over the Veylor Casino anymore.
I was ready to bring it up at the next Big Six meeting. My woman just wanted to be a mom, a wife, and chase her dreams in horticulture and landscaping. As her man, I was gonna give her every damn thing she wanted.
I cleared the visual and biometric security at the Big Six council room and walked in. All the other council members were already in their seats—Draven, Hollister, Marquette, and Crowhurst. Only the chair with the V for Veylor was empty.
I made my way to my seat, the one with the K carved into it, and sat down after nodding a greeting to the others.
“Alright. Now that we’re all here, we can start this extraordinary session. Korven, you called the meeting, so the floor is yours,” Judge Marquette announced.
I stood up, letting my gaze linger on each of them.
“We all know my wife took over the Veylor Casino, kept itrunning, kept the money flowing for the Big Six. But officially, the Veylor seat is empty and there’s no real structure. We all know how strategic this business is for our families and this city. And because I married the only Veylor left, I’m proposing the Korvens merge both houses, at least until there’s a new sixth family,” I told them.
Scanning their faces, I tried to read them. Draven was with me, no doubt. But I wasn’t sure how the others would take it. I knew Marquette and Hollister hated the idea of two families merging power, risking a natural hierarchy inside the council. With the Veylor operation, the Korvens would become the top power of the alliance. But I wasn’t doing this to supplant anyone. If a real candidate came up for the sixth seat, I’d gladly let them in, as long as I could take this weight off my wife.
“We hear you. But, while I understand the merger, I don’t like the idea much. I’d prefer each family keep its sovereignty, and the power remains equal. A sixth family should take the council seat,” Marquette replied, just like I expected.
“I agree with Marquette. The Big Six should stay six for balance,” Hollister added, no surprise there.
“I’m with Korven,” Draven jumped in. “Let’s consider this a temporary fix. Konflict isn’t after supremacy, and we all need the Veylor business to keep going. Any slowdown hurts all of us. I’ve got to run the gun manufacturing to get what we need to reinvest in the city. Hollister, your latest construction projects need real funding, and we can only use clean money for that. Marquette, your department needs funds too. Crowhurst can’t ensure our security without those resources. The Veylor operation has to keep going, and only Konflict can guarantee that right now. The families should merge.”
Draven’s logic hit home, even if the two old men still looked skeptical. All eyes turned to Crowhurst, who hadn’t spoken yet. Two against two, he was the tie-breaker.
“What’s your position, C?” I asked.
Crowhurst stood, looked around at all of us, and declared, “There’s no need to merge the two families, because the Veylors still stand.”
That threw everybody off. While we tried to understand what he meant, the council room door swung open. A tall Black man walked to the center, and my face darkened the second I recognized him.
“You started the party without me?”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I said, jaw tight, fists clenched.
“Huh? Is that how you greet a new member of this council?” he answered, a mocking smile on his lips.
We were all shocked. The Big Six council chamber was only accessible to family heads as facial and fingerprint recognition were required. For this guy to get in, he had to be registered as the Veylor heir. With Vince gone, the heir was supposed to be Vernom and I personally killed that bastard in the fight with the Korvens. So who the hell was this guy?
Crowhurst finally ended our questions.
