Renato, page 14
“That’s not fair, Renato.”
He rubbed his temple.
“That’s not the only thing I need to tell you.”
“What?”
“Sit down first.” I pivoted, leaned in for his glass, and poured some wine.
“Are you trying to get me drunk so I won’t blow up?”
“What I’m going to tell you might.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“No, but we should discuss the lack of condoms.”
“You’re my wife. I don’t need condoms.” He took the glass out of my hand, placed it back on the table, slid his hand around my throat, and pecked me on the lips.
“You want more kids?”
“Maybe, but don’t change the subject.”
“Sorry, ummm… I went into a shoe store, and a guy came up to me.”
“Did my men not secure the location?”
“It’s a shoe store, Renato. People come and go.”
“Get to the guy, Sonya.”
“He gave me his card after he tried to hit on me.” I reached in my pocket and pulled out the business card and slipped it to him.
Renato flipped it over and balled it up in his hand.
“Anything else?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
His nonchalance about the whole thing has me scared; it was like the calm before the storm.
“What other surprises do you have for me tonight?”
“In the bedroom.”
“Show me.”
“Shouldn’t we eat first?”
“You are my full-course meal.” He pulled me up and smacked me on the ass.
I grinned, took his hand, and escorted him up the stairs to our bedroom.
“Close your eyes.”
He snarled, and I placed my hand over his eyes, opening the bedroom door to a stripper pole and rose petals on the bed.
“Open your eyes.” I removed my hand, and he scanned our bedroom in awe.
“You did this for me?”
“Even though I don’t do this professionally anymore, I can still bring out your dirty dancer to please you.” My hands cupped his large shaft, and my mouth sucked on his neck.
“Sonya, you are playing with fire.” He groaned, stopping my hand from moving.
“Have a seat.”
He removed his suit jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. I turned the lights down low as Beyoncé’s “Naughty Girl” began to filter through the room.
Renato pushed his sleeves up and kicked off his shoes.
My right hand went on the pole, my legs separated, and I slowly dropped down to the bottom.
I timed the movement to perfection and released my hair from the tight crown, letting it flow down my back.
“Shit,” Renato muttered, and I laughed. I came up the pole until I stood to face him, then gripped the pole with both hands and pulled myself up to the top, whirling around until I came back down.
“Can I be your naughty girl?” I seductively begged, crawling over to him. I threw my head back so my blond and pink highlights fell into his lap. He tried to touch me, and I slapped his hand away.
“Not yet.”
“The longer you make me wait...” he grumbled.
“What are you going to do? Punish me?” I rose up, then turned around so my back was to him and bent over; my dress coming up to show the bra and panty set attached to stockings.
“Sonya,” he groaned and tried to reach out for me, but I pushed his hand away and slipped the zipper of my dress down slowly before taking it off.
Chapter 19
Renato
Her hair, makeup, and the little dance show only made me want her even more than before. Sonya bared her soul and kept my attention more than any other woman I’d ever had sex with, and it had more to do with her kindness, presence, and snappy attitude whenever we disagreed than her looks. She wasn’t afraid to demand respect from me, and I happily gave her anything she wanted. The moment she slipped off her dress and showed her black thong and bra connected to stockings, my dick came alive.
“Can I be your naughty girl?” she probed; I nodded with my mouth open.
“Come here.” She met my unrelenting stare.
“You want to slut me out tonight?” Her eyes darkened.
“Fuck yes.” I emphasized each word.
She stood in front of me and stuck her foot encased in the red heels over my dick.
“Who do I belong to?” She rested a hand on her hip.
“You’re my bitch,” I grunted and pecked a kiss to her leg, running a hand up her thigh to the back of her ass and pushed my nose toward her, smelling her arousal.
“Perfect, can I have you?” I looked up into her eyes; she knew all along she had the control, and I was made desperate to have just a simple taste, to give her the world if she let me.
Sonya lifted my chin.
“Take them off, slowly.” The heat from her hand burned my skin.
“Yes, ma’am.” Thinking about it gave me sharp palpitations.
I glided my hand over her knee-high fishnet stockings, rolling each one down to her heels on the floor beside us. I trailed kisses across her stomach, stuck my tongue in her belly button, and extended a hand up to caress her breast.
“Ohhhhh… baby!” she squealed, holding the back of my head.
“Ready for me to eat, Sonya.” I made eye contact with her, then ripped her thong apart.
“Yesss.” She tried to hump my face.
My eyes were riveted to her nipples.
I picked her up, adjusted our position, and laid her on the bed. My tongue stretched out to suck on her full breast as I hovered over her warm body.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!” she bellowed; I did the same thing to her left breast.
To get her wet and ready, I continued my assault, then moved to my favorite meal of the day, pushing my finger in and out, then rotating them as she squirmed and tried to lock my hand between her warmth. Her juices made a wet spot, and her moans filled the room. She clawed at my hand, and I moved down her body before I stuck my nose in her nectar and smelled heaven.
“I’m a filthy motherfucker.” Warmth spread across my chest.
She nodded, and as I relentlessly sucked on her clitoris, she tried to run from me, but I sped up my attack, and she arched her back.
“Renato!” she panted with tears in her eyes, and I sucked on her bud while hurriedly unzipping my pants and boxers to invade her walls.
“Ughhhh,” Sonya gasped. I fed her more of me, and she locked her legs around my waist.
“Many nights I tried to find you,” I informed her of the past.
“Baby, I’m here,” Sonya breathed, making eye contact with me.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me.” I pounded aggressively, and the bed started to shake. Usually I’d play longer with her, tease her even more, but my hard dick was ready to feel home again.
“No, I’ll never leave you, Renato,” she screamed. I lifted her arms beside her head and captured her mouth, circling my hips. Sloppily, she kissed me back, and I could hear her ready to explode.
“I love fucking you raw, baby.” Desire burned hot in the pit of my belly.
“Don’t stop!” Her voice was a bare whisper in the night.
“Fuck! Shit… Shit!” Either I was delirious, or I heard ringing in my ears. She had the best pussy in the world, and I’d kill anyone that tried to take her away. My head fell back, and my heart rate sped up. I was close to coming or having a heart attack, which meant I would die from the best sex in the world tonight, and I had no regrets.
“Come with me, baby,” she begged, and I felt her rub her essence, then push her finger in my mouth to taste her, and she grinned.
“Swear I'll kill over you again.” My body draped all over her.
“Arghhh! God! Right there.”
“Thank God you’re all mine!” My gaze devoured her beauty.
She shook in my arms. We both came at the same time, and I fell on top of her again, out of breath.
“I have another surprise,” she whispered, then nudged me to the side of the bed and crawled down to engulf my entire dick whole.
“Sssss… Fuck, Sonya.” Her tongue gave me a teasing lap.
My dick hit the back of her throat, and I reveled in the fact this was the first time she’d given me oral sex. I made plans to have this every night before bed if she’d allow it.
“Mmmm…” Sonya moaned, sinking into my body instantly.
“You can have whatever you want,” I promised and felt her tonsils at that moment before I blacked out.
Sonya sat next to me at the café breakfast bar near Montrose Beach on a lightly busy day with foot traffic. I peered around the room, a habit of mine to watch who comes and goes, while I sat at the end of the bar with my back to the wall. I’d taken the day off from work, and she’d called Vincenzo to take the rest of the day off for herself as well. Our night together played over in my mind all morning, and I woke up early to spend quality time together. RJ sat next to us cloaked in his blanket away from prying eyes. Photographers would still follow us, even though I never went out of my way to be a public figure, but somehow they found us no matter where we went.
The waitress placed our breakfast down on the counter. I watched as Sonya played with RJ, and I couldn’t believe he was growing so fast.
“Tell me about your plans for school.”
Sonya lifted her orange juice, taking a gulp.
She planned on getting back to in-person classes, so I told her as long as things weren’t disturbed at our home, I would be fine. Our son’s birthday was the top priority for me, and I wanted to go all out to show him that he was the most important person to me.
“I spoke with a counselor at Chicago University. My studies will be art history.”
“You end up with a bachelor’s degree?”
Her head shook as she picked up her knife and cut into her pancakes. I rubbed the knuckles of her free hand.
“RJ is my concern, though.”
She lifted her gaze to me.
“He can go to daycare.”
The thought of RJ in someone’s care beyond my parents or brothers gave me great anxiety.
“RJ will never be in daycare.”
“But he needs to be around other kids.”
“He has a cousin.”
Her eyes lingered on me.
“You can bat your eyes, but my mind is made up.”
“What are we doing for his birthday?”
“A party just for the family.”
“I’m fine with that, something simple, with cake and ice cream.” She cooed and pecked RJ on the nose.
I had a sudden impulse to take her to the bathroom and bend her over to take my girth in her mouth.
“You’re not hungry?” Sonya glanced at my plate of omelet and sausage.
“Not for this.” I pushed the plate away from me.
“Da da.” Both our eyes spiked high in shock.
“Did he…?” I pivoted off the chair to pick up RJ.
“That’s the first time he’s really said anything remotely like that.”
I grinned, shifting him in my arms.
“Little man, you say it again.”
Some of the customers peered in our direction.
His eyes scanned my face, and he smiled.
“Da da.” He drooled.
“Say Momma,” Sonya coerced.
“Are you jealous?”
“Yep. I’m the one that carried him for so long. I was around before you, and he says da da first.” She pouted.
“Come on, let’s take a walk.”
“Where?”
“Along the beach.”
Sonya finished off her drink; I’d already paid for our meal. RJ angled to his mom, and I let her take him.
“Really beautiful out here today.”
I slid her hair away from her face and kissed the side of her neck.
“Costa family.”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Now that Tulio is gone and his cousin made contact with me at the mall.”
“You should never be afraid.” I curled her into my arms.
“As long as we’re in your arms, I know you’ll keep us safe.”
“Good that you recognize that.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose.
“Have you looked into the mayor any further?”
“Leave that to me. Focus on our son and school, but remember my men will drive you to and from school or I will myself.”
“Like a hostage.” She sucked her teeth.
“I can’t have you driving yourself.”
“Table this discussion before I blow up.”
Her attitude was apparent, but I ignored the pinched brows and watched the cars pass. One black sedan with tinted windows lagged behind, and I touched my right hip, then remembered I’d left my gun in the car.
“Walk on my right side.”
“Huh… Why?” Sonya looked from me to the traffic.
“Stay calm, just follow my lead.” I pushed the walk sign at the corner of the traffic light, and the black sedan stopped behind two other cars. I clenched her hand, led her across the street to the local art boutique nearby, and pushed the door open.
“This is so cute.”
“Check it out.” I nudged her inside, then stared out of the door at the car I’d spotted earlier. I relaxed once it drove away and sent a text to Remo to park outside for a few minutes so she could shop.
“Vincenzo would love to come here.” Sonya smiled at the diverse paintings on the walls.
“Da… da…” RJ started to cry in her arms.
“Let me take him.”
“We can go. I saw an ice cream place next door.” Sonya leaned her head on my arm, and I placed my hand on her waist.
“Renato, I want to come back here and pick some stuff up for the house.”
“Don’t we have enough art in my house?”
“You can never have too much art.”
“Maybe.”
“Besides, all you have is family photos and art from your family on the wall.”
“Are you saying I’m obsessed with my family?”
She slumped her shoulders and giggled. I unlocked the door and followed her inside of the ice cream parlor.
We finished our day with shopping for RJ and had dinner together, then we came home, gave him a bath, and put him to sleep. Sonya decided to watch a movie. I curled up next to her after she popped some popcorn, and we relaxed.
Knock! Knock!
I lifted my wrist and saw the time was around nine p.m. and Sonya started to get up, but I pulled her back behind me.
“I got it.” I brushed our lips together.
Climbing up the steps, I checked the monitor to see Remo and Ian at the front door.
“We have a problem.”
Sonya tried to stretch her neck to see who was speaking. I stepped out and closed the door behind me so she couldn’t listen.
“What’s going on?”
“Costa hit one of our buildings.”
“Remo, get everyone rounded up just in case we need to have a meeting with all the families.”
“Tonight?” Ian’s grimace was hard.
“Tonight he has overstepped. The mayor, what happened to him?”
“He was seen leaving Costa’s home,” Ian confirmed.
“Give the mayor another little update to let him know we’re not playing around. Let me know when the cars are ready.”
I turned and stalked back in the house and kissed Sonya on the cheek.
“I have to leave,” I said.
“It’s bad?” she asked
“Hopefully nothing, but I need to take care of something really quick. You’re fine. We’re fine.”
Sonya grasped my wrist. “Be careful.”
“Nothing will take me away from you and RJ.”
She released a breath, and I squeezed her cheeks between thick fingers, leaning her head back.
“Don’t stress.”
I looked back at the house as the car drove us away, and Remo told me Costa and the mayor were last seen at Naked, a Costa strip club. A few people were outside, and I watched the bouncers let some women in without checking their ID.
“Stay here.”
“Boss, we might need to walk with you,” Remo remarked.
“Emers won’t do anything at his place of business.”
I shuffled out of the car and strolled to the front door. The bouncer looked like he’d seen a ghost and removed the velvet rope, allowing me entry without checking my ID. The place wasn’t as upscale like the place Sante owned, and some of the women looked addicted to more than just pills. I scanned the room and walked up to the bar.
“Is Emers here?”
“Who wants to know?” the bartender questioned, placing an empty glass down and pouring wine for a guest.
“A friend.”
“He left already.”
“Thanks.” I angled toward the stage and watched a woman come down off the pole; she reminded me of Sonya with long hair and full breasts. I shook my head and crept near the front door when someone yanked me back. I shook them off quickly.
“Mr. Calabresi, you look stressed.”
“Do I?”
“You do. Maybe I can help you with that.”
“My wife is already taking care of my stress.” I lifted a hand away and blew her a kiss.
Chapter 20
Sonya
A month later
* * *
“Don’t wait up” I heard him say as he walked out of the door.
His words played back in my mind. Something happened, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was because he refused to talk to me about it. I slid RJ into his new outfit with a shirt that said “birthday boy” on the front. It was the weekend. I was thankful that Adelina had taken over the party planning from me since I’d started back in class. My schedule consisted of three days a week at campus. I worked the other two days at the Calabresi office, as well as Fridays after class. I had bodyguards with me all the time, even outside of my class, and I had to apologize to my professors that my husband was overprotective. Brilynn, I think, got the point about us not being friends anymore, as she hadn’t called or showed up anywhere I went.
