I told Ava everything.
We had no secrets.
“Yeah,” she moaned. “Why did you do it?”
“Because he was planning to rat out our family to the police.”
Ava reached up to push her hands into my chest as if forcing me off her when she only wanted me to fight her. She loved the push and pull. I lived for the nights when she wanted me this way.
“How did you do it?” Her breathing intensified, chest rising and falling as she got closer to her release. “Tell me everything, Dante.”
“Two shots to the head.”
With her clenched around my cock, I closed my eyes and hissed from the sensation which rocked through my body. My legs shook, and I spilled my cum inside her seconds later.
“Damn,” she whispered, still out of breath, when I collapsed on top of her. “That was…”
The sweat from my forehead mixed with hers as I kissed her. “Therapeutic.”
She giggled. “That’s one word for it.”
Angelo leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll kill every fucking person in this city if you fuck me like that,dolcezza.”
Ava tapped his bicep with her hand and laughed. “Don’t you dare.”
He shoved his hand between her thighs to spread her wider. “Then open up for me. My dick is harder than steel from watching you with Dante.”
“You like watching the boss fuck me?” Ava clicked her tongue. “Huh?”
“Baby, you have no idea.” After I moved to the mattress, he lined himself up at her entrance and grunted once inside her. “Fuck.”
“Are you guys ever going to stop fucking?” Stefan rolled over with the pillow covering the side of his face. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“Since when do you choose sleep over pussy?” Angelo joked as he fucked Ava like an animal. “Our queen is so wet. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Stefan put the pillow behind his head and sighed. “I love fucking Ava. But until Salvatore starts sleeping through the night, I’ll take any sleep I can get.”
I laid my head on the pillow, with her hair in my face and the smell of her shampoo filling my nostrils. My eyelids fluttered, fighting sleep. Most nights, I awoke from nightmares of my mother’s death. Some nights it was my father. But waking up with Ava by my side seemed to make everything better.
I stared at my beautiful wife and rubbed her clit as she came for Angelo. Feeling left out, Stefan massaged her big tits. She was seven months pregnant with my son and more beautiful than ever.
After Angelo came, still inside her, he moved his hand to her belly. “You’re having my baby next.”
“Fuck you,” Stefan snapped. “I’m older. I get the next baby.”
“Both of you,” I interjected before this turned into a fight, “shut the fuck up. Or get the fuck out. We’re not talking about this now.”
I heard Salvatore crying from the hallway, his voice getting louder as Nico moved closer to my bedroom and opened the door. He stood in the entryway, rocking him on his shoulder.
Nico stepped into the room and handed the baby to Ava. “I think he’s hungry.”
When we discovered we were having a boy, we couldn’t agree on a name. Ava chose Salvatore in honor of our father, and we loved her even more for it.
She fed the baby and brushed her fingers through his thin blond hair. Nico sat on the bed beside me and smiled. He never felt like he was part of the family until Ava came into our lives. Our girl helped heal some of the old wounds and brought us together.
Salvatore passed out in Ava’s arms.
None of us spoke a word.
