Mafia By Blood (Soul of the Sinner) Page 13

  I jump out of the shower and grab clothes to get dressed. Lola is still sitting on the bed watching me. She doesn’t say anything, but we keep our eyes on each other. The doorbell rings and I grab my shoes and head to the door.

  “Hey, Frank,” Oliver says as he walks in.

  “Hi, Oliver. Thanks for doing this. I just don’t want to leave her alone. Alex was pissed when I last saw him and I don’t want him to show up while I am gone and handle her himself.”

  “I understand Frank. She will be safe with me.”

  “I know this isn’t your job Oliver. But right now you’re the only one I trust.”

  “I am glad Frank. I want you to trust me. We are family, we may not be blood but it’s the family that we have chosen so it’s stronger. I will stand with you and when the time comes I will stand with Lola.”

  Oliver holds his hand out and we shake. I will make Oliver my underboss when the time comes.

  I leave and head to the station. I don’t know if Marcus will be there, but if he isn’t, I will track his ass down. I just hope I don’t run into Captain Hill. I haven’t spent much time at the station lately. Being a detective, I can get away with it since I need to be out on the streets for most of the job.

  I walk into the station and head to Mancini’s desk. The little bastard is here and I can feel my blood boiling at just the sight of him. He obviously can feel someone looking at him because he looks right at me. He squints his eyes and actually has the balls to smile at me. If only this little bastard knew that I want to pull him outside and shoot him between the eyes, he wouldn’t be smiling.

  “Hey, Frankie, how is it fucking going?” I hate this fucking bastard.

  “It’s going, Marcus,” I answer.

  “I haven’t seen you much since Lola took medical leave.” The fact that he even brought up her name has my blood boiling

  “You always liked Lola haven’t you, Marcus?” I ask and restrain myself from pulling my gun on him.

  “She is easy on the eyes, Frank.” Marcus leans back in his chair, still giving me that annoying fucking smile.

  “Did you know her through Brandon? Or did you know her though some other New York connection?” I toss the question at him suddenly.

  Marcus practically sits straight up in his chair so I know I hit a nerve.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Frank. Who’s Brandon?”

  Now smiling, I lean back in my seat mirroring Marcus.

  “I think you know what I’m talking about and who Brandon is, Marcus. You’re going to get your ass up and come with me to Deluca’s. We’ll discuss everything there.”

  “What if I don’t?” he asks and I notice his voice rises an octave.

  “Have you heard from Brandon? “ I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

  “No, I haven’t. I don’t even know who that is,” he continues to prevaricate.

  “Let’s just say you do know him but you don’t want to meet the same fate.”

  LOLA

  I hear the television come on and head to the bedroom door. Then I remember that Frank said he had to leave and Oliver would be my babysitter while he was gone. I also promised Frank that I wouldn’t try to leave and that I didn’t need to be handcuffed. I wonder if I am allowed to leave the room. He said I would be safe with Oliver and from what I recall I don’t think he’d snap my neck for wanting a glass of water. I decided to take a chance and head to the kitchen to get a drink. As I walk through the living room, Oliver turns to look at me. He nods his head and smiles. I can’t help notice how attractive the guy is. I wonder if he is married or has a girlfriend. I decided to take a chance to sit and chat with him. I hope this doesn’t get my ass in trouble. I won’t flirt with him; I just want to find out more about the guy. I walk over to the other end of the couch and Oliver sits up and looks at me. I can tell he is wondering what the hell I want, but I just give him a smile and sit back, crossing my legs on the cozy couch.

  “How long have you worked with Frank?” I ask.

  Oliver’s eyebrows rise as I wait for the answer. “Long enough,” he responds.

  “Are you the one that killed Brandon?” I realize this isn’t the question I should be asking especially when Oliver grabs the remote and turns off the TV and sighs.

  “You know I should tell you that I am old school. I don’t believe that women should be involved in this world. It’s too dangerous. I don’t understand why your father would put you in the middle of this shit. He had Mancini here, why send you too?”

  I lift my eyebrows. “I think he felt it would be smarter to send me. Frank is the typical young and single man. I would assume my father thought it would be easier for me to get information than if Marcus questioned him. Men tend to talk when they are trying to impress women.”

  “Perhaps.” Oliver shrugs his shoulder

  “You didn’t answer my question. Did you kill Brandon?” Oliver runs his hands through his hair.

  “Killing isn’t my thing Lola. I don’t like to watch anyone take their last breath. I only advise who needs to be handled and for the proof that it was done. There are people who enjoy taking lives and we believe in letting them live their passion.”

  I close my eyes and softly shake my head. “Do you know if he suffered?” I look into Oliver’s eyes when I ask and he looks back into mine when he does.

  “I am sure he did. Did you love him, Lola?”

  “I cared about him. I have known him for years. It’s funny to think about it, but he is more of the reason my father uses me to get new business. My father once decided he wanted a particular restaurant, he’d sent Brandon in to get information. Brandon took me along because it would look normal for a couple to dine at their favorite restaurant. He noticed that the owners would pay more attention to me and I would get more information out of them then he could. After this started to become more regular, my father started to send me to the places he wanted to take over.” My eyes start to water thinking about Brandon.

  “Do you love, Frank?” Oliver asks, still watching me.

  “It would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t. My feelings for Frank snuck up on me. I do love him. I don’t like him right now, but I do love him.”

  Oliver’s hands are now on his chin and he is rubbing the light stubble there.

  “I am glad to hear that, Lola. Frank has plans to keep us all safe and that includes you. He also made me promise that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I will keep that promise as long as you don’t try to fuck him over.”

  I shake my head and stand to go into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and head back to the bedroom, while Oliver turns back on the TV.

  FRANK

  The conversation with Marcus Mancini didn’t go as planned. I wanted to ask him simple questions and I assumed he would provide simple answers. The little bastard just wouldn’t do it and eventually, his attitude got the best of him. Now I am sitting at Alex’s desk while he, Thomas, and our cleanup crew clean up a shit load of blood and dispose of the body. I don’t know what the hell I have turned into, but I can say that I don’t like it. As they roll the body into a rug, I turn the swivel leather chair to face the wall. I can smell the chemicals they are using to scrub the blood out of the floor.

  I hear Alex tell them to take the body out the back and I turn around to face them. “Wait.” They stop and look up at me. “Is Brandon’s phone still available?” Thomas and Alex eye each other and Thomas acknowledges that he has access to it. “Use the phone to take a picture of Marcus before you dispose of him. Then bring the phone to me.” Thomas nods and they leave taking the body to dispose of it. I don’t know if this is smart or if I am being one stupid fucker, but I want a picture of his body. I want to send it to Judge Covelli to let him know that the people that he sent are being handled in Chicago. I’ll send the picture from Brandon’s phone and he’ll hopefully realize that he is gone too. If he is half the man that he wants to believe he is, his concern will then move on to his daughte
r.

  I will have Lola contact him once I send the photo. I look up when I hear the office door open and Alex comes back in wiping the blood off his hands.

  “Well, this was interesting Frank. You have really moved all-in on this mob leader role, haven’t you? A few weeks ago you were all over my ass for having drugs in this office and now the great Detective Deluca commits a fucking murder in that same office?”

  “He was on the New York mob payroll.”

  Alex tilts his head and laughs.

  “So is your fucking girlfriend, Frank! Can I be the one to pull that trigger since you’re so unwilling to do it?”

  I push the chair back from under the desk and stand up facing Alex.

  “She is not to be touched, Alex.” He starts to laugh harder and walks back to sit on the loveseat.

  “You are not still planning on marrying her are you, Frank? I realize this mob shit is new for you, but I can promise you there will be plenty of pussy that you can plant yourself in. You don’t need to marry the first one that realizes you are in charge.” I shake my head and walk towards the door.

  “Alex, if any harm comes to Lola, I will make sure the same happens to you.” Alex’s eyes widen and I walk out and close the door.

  LOLA

  It’s been hours since Frank left and I am starting to get concerned. I hope my father didn’t get worried and send people to Chicago. What if he did and they have Frank? I need to call my father and reassure him that everything is going as planned in Chicago. He’s probably already wondering why he hasn’t heard from Brandon. Knowing Brandon, he probably sent updates every few hours. I look around the bedroom and realize that my handbag isn’t in here. Oh shit. It’s in the living room with Oliver. He’ll notice if I walk out there to grab it and I am sure he’s smart enough to know I have a cell phone in it. I can’t call from Frank’s house phone because my father’d be able to trace the call. He will send people to Chicago and have Frank killed before morning. Oh, fuck it! I need my phone and I will just have to deal with Oliver to get it. As I walk back into the living room, the front door opens and Frank walks in. He nods to Oliver and looks up at me and we make eye contact. I turn around and go back to the bedroom.

  A few minutes later Frank comes in and grins at me.

  “What exactly are you planning, Lola?”

  “What do you mean? I look up at him and sit on the bed.

  “I mean when I came in you looked like a woman on a fucking mission.” Frank walks over and puts his hands on my face, looking me in the eyes.

  “I was going to get my cell phone.” His eyes widen as he continues to hold my face.

  “Who exactly are you going to call?”

  “I was going to call my father.” Frank turns me loose and walks over to his chair across from the bed and sits down. He crosses his legs and starts taking off his boots.

  “Why were you going to call him?” he asks.

  “I was worried when you were gone so long. I thought if I called him, it would buy you time. He is going to notice Brandon is missing. He’ll notice that he hasn’t heard from me. I don’t want him sending anyone else to Chicago. I don’t want him to kill you, Frank.”

  Frank finishes taking off his boots and walks out of the bedroom. When he returns, he has my handbag and he hands it to me. I look up at him not knowing what he expects or want me to do.

  “Go ahead, Lola. I want you to text him. Tell him that you will have big news for him in one week. I also want you to tell him not to contact anyone in Chicago until he hears from you. “

  I take my phone and send the message to my father. Frank wants to read the message before I press send so I hand it to him and he sends it.

  “What big news am I going to have in a week, Frank?”

  “Well Lola, I stopped by the station and requested a week’s vacation. I figure that will give me plenty of time to get you pregnant and married.”

  Frank moves to put his hand on my knee and I practically jump from the bed. His eyes widen in surprise as he watches me.

  “I never agreed, Frank!”

  “You never said no either.” Frank lowers his head and starts to laugh.

  “What the hell are you laughing about, Frank?”

  “I was just thinking about something Oliver said. He asked me something and I didn’t answer. He taught me ‘chi tace acconsente’. Do you know what that means Lola?

  “No, I don’t.”

  “It means he, or in this case, she who is silent says yes. So, unless you say you don’t want my kid or my ring on your finger within the next few minutes, I am about to spend this night trying to put my kid inside you.”

  My panties now feel soaked as I remain silent.

  FRANK

  I toss Lola’s handbag into the chair and tell her to take off her clothes. She doesn’t waste any time getting naked and I am turned on by her enthusiasm. By the time she is naked, I am as well. Lola stares at me and lies down on her back and spreads her legs for me. I stare into her eyes and I can see our future as I stare into them. She is the woman I will spend the rest of my life with. She will be the mother of my children. I crawl over her and push three fingers inside her. She lets out a moan and I push them further into her and pull them back out using my finger to stroke her. She is getting wetter and wetter for me and she is practically riding my hand. This only makes me pick up my pace. As she lets out another moan I notice she’s gotten wetter. I adjust myself and plant my head between her legs. Lola tries to lift her hips to meet my tongue, but I hold her hips and push my tongue further into her. Lola’s moans and groans are so fucking loud. I can feel her trembling under my hands and I look up at her and notice her eyes are closed as her orgasm approaches.

  I chuckle and slide further up the bed holding my cock. Lola opens her eyes and looks down as I position myself at her entrance. I thrust firmly into her and she yells my name throwing her legs over my shoulders and I continue thrusting into her tight pussy with as much strength as my body will possibly allow. As the headboard starts to hit the wall, I roll us over so she is on top. Lola stares into my eyes and I place one hand on her face and the other one on her hip as I guide her up and down on my dick. Soon I remove my hand because she takes total control.

  Lola rides me until I can feel her tremble and feel her wetness dripping down my dick. She rolls off me and I tell her to get on all fours. Lola looks at me and turns over as I ask. I guide myself into her and move in and out of her as I play with her clit. When Lola comes this time, I thrust into her again losing control as I spill my seed into her hoping she gets pregnant and is mine forever. We orgasm together and collapse into each other’s arms.

  LOLA

  It’s been three days and Frank and I have been fucking like bunnies. I know he said he took time off from work and that his focus was on me getting pregnant, but I didn’t realize it would be his only focus. Frank Deluca has fucked me so much and hard this week it hurts to walk. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but I can feel every place he has touched. He hasn’t left home at all during these days, saying his only purpose this week was me getting pregnant. I’ve caught him making a few calls, but he normally makes those when I am in the shower. I make breakfast while he is in the shower and he comes out and stares at me from the doorway.

  “What are you doing, Lola?” I look over at him and smile.

  “I am making you breakfast.” He tilts his head and looks surprised.

  “That is very domestic of you....” I can hear the sarcasm in his voice.

  “Just come eat breakfast damn it,” I tell him and Frank starts laughing and grabs a plate and he serves himself some of the scrambled eggs along with a piece of toast.

  “I need to ask you something, Lola. When do you plan on quitting the force?” My hand stops midair holding my toast.

  “Quit the force? I guess I didn’t really think about quitting.”

  “You were sent here to basically spy on me. You won’t need to do that anymore and we’ll be married.
I don’t think you should let Hill think you’re coming back.” Frank stands and heads to the fridge and grabs the orange juice.

  “I guess you’re right. I’ll call later and tell him I am not returning.”

  Frank stops mid-pour and I look up at him.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to you doing what I ask without a debate or argument.”

  “I guess I just don’t have the energy for that today.” I look up at him and tilt my head with a smile.

  “I guess I know how to keep you compliant then, don’t I.”

  Once breakfast is finished, Frank picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder and I am compliant for the rest of the night.

  FRANK

  I wake up to the best fucking feeling in the world. I open my eyes and I see the top of Lola’s head and my dick is hitting the back of her throat. I have never been one to make a woman do this for me, but Lola doing it on her own is the best damn gift a man can be given. I lift my hips and push myself inside her mouth a little harder and I can hear her gag a little. The sound she makes has me wanting to push inside her hot mouth even harder. I am about to come, but I don’t want to do it in her mouth. She can’t get pregnant that way and that is my mission for the week. I pull her by the arms and pray that she isn’t wearing any clothes especially panties or I will rip off the damn things to get into her right now. As she moves up the bed, I notice that she is naked and I pull her down onto my dick. Lola lets out a soft moan and I grunt as she rides me and I come inside her. Lola lifts and falls on me and I thrust up inside her until we both come.

  I was wrong thinking that Lola’s mouth on my dick was the best feeling in the world. It is a close second, but I think Lola lying in my arms asleep is the best feeling. She feels so warm and looks so peaceful while she is sleep. I start to drift off when the doorbell rings. I slowly get out of bed so I don’t wake Lola and grab my pants to answer the door. Once I close the bedroom door, I practically jog to the door so whoever is here doesn’t ring the damn doorbell again.