Mafia By Blood (Soul of the Sinner) Read online

  I open the door and it’s Oliver.

  “Hey, Frankie. What took you so long to get to the fucking door?” Oliver looks at me and glances at his watch. “Did I interrupt something?” he laughs and looks towards my bedroom door.

  “What the fuck do you want, Oliver?”

  He turns his attention back to me and puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone.

  “I thought you would want this. It’s Brandon’s phone and it has the picture of Marcus on it.”

  I take the phone and thank Oliver for delivering it.

  “Does she know that you killed Marcus?”

  “It hasn’t come up in conversation and before you ask, I won’t be telling her. I don’t want any of this shit to touch her. I know her father had her involved, but once we are married, she won’t be.”

  “So, you’re still doing this marriage thing, huh?” Oliver asks with a smug look.

  “Yes. As a matter of fact, Alex mentioned that we have judges. Is that still the case?”

  Oliver tilts his head thinking over the question. “Yes. We still have judges.”

  “We will need one Saturday morning. Find out what time he can perform a wedding. It can be done either here or the courthouse, but it needs to be done Saturday.” Oliver laughs and turns towards the door. “I’ll make it happen, Frank. I’ll keep you posted.”

  I lock up and head back to bed to wake Lola up to continue on our baby making quest.

  LOLA

  Frank has promised me that when we get married it will be based on give and take. We will both give to each other and the other will gladly take it. He proved this point when I wake up the same way I woke him up, with his head between my legs. There is nothing better than Frank’s stubble rubbing the sensitive part between my legs. I wrap my legs so tightly around his head; I hope that I don’t suffocate him. This seems to drive him crazy because he sucks with a little more firmly. After I come and while tremors are still rolling through me, Frank moves up the bed and lies on his back. He pulls me on top of him and pushes himself inside me. As he angles his hips, pushing his cock into me I stare into his eyes as they darken. He places his hands on my face and kisses me softly.

  “This pussy will belong only to me, Lola.” He moans and whispers into my ear. I sit up and plant my feet beside him on the bed. I lift enough that I can sink back down onto his dick and he moans as I start my assault.

  “This is my cock,” I tell him. Frank just smiles and rolls us over placing my legs over his arms so he can enter me from another more intense angle. He is so deep that it feels like he is hitting my cervix. Each time he pushes himself inside me he moans ‘mine’ into my ear.

  Just as I think he can’t get any deeper Frank proves me wrong. He is so far inside me I almost feel that I won’t be able to take it. I move my arms to push him off a little and Frank takes my arms and pins them alongside my head. He moves his lips to my ear and whispers ‘my pussy’ as he continues his mission to put his baby inside me and I can’t help but enjoy the ride and call out his name.

  “That’s right, Lola. Scream my name so the fucking neighbors know whose pussy this is.”

  Frank grabs onto the headboard which only seems to pull him inside me even further.

  “Oh fuck. I can’t get enough of you Lola,” he whispers, as he pushes himself deeper and deeper and as I tremble beneath him. He trembles too and releases himself as he calls my name.

  FRANK

  Lola and I are lying next to each staring into each other’s eyes. No words are needed at this moment. I reach my hand over and stroke her check.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Lola Covelli,” I tell her.

  She turns her head and softly kisses my hand.

  “You aren’t half bad yourself, Frank Deluca.”

  I chuckle and then say, “I think I should tell you something.”

  Lola turns over to lie on her back and I move my hand to cover her stomach.

  I can tell that she is suspicious about what I am going to tell her. “Oh shit. Are you about to tell me something that is going to piss me off? Wait. You didn’t do anything to my father, did you?” she asks turning her head to look at me closely and I can feel her body tense up.

  “No, Lola. I wouldn’t do anything to your father. I just wanted you to know that we are getting married Saturday. Oliver will find us a judge and this will be a done deal.”

  She closes her eyes and faces toward the ceiling. I look at her knowing that I am looking at the woman I will spend the rest of my life with.

  “This will be a done deal? Is this going to be a real marriage, Frank? Or will this only be a business merger?” Lola sits up and turns toward me looking pissed. I can’t believe that she thinks I would marry her as part of a business deal?

  “What do you mean is this going to be a real marriage? You’re going to have my kid; won’t it be real?” I ask rubbing my beard.

  “Yes, I’ll have your kid and we’ll have a marriage certificate. Will you be a real husband to me, Frank? Or will you be fucking around on me? Will we take vacations and make plans together? Will I be able to leave the house or will I stay under house arrest? Will I be able to work?” She throws a litany of questions at me.

  I pull Lola back down and stretch out over her body, resting on my elbows.

  “I will not fuck around on you, Lola, and yes, I will be a real husband to you. The situation may not be traditional, but I am not just marrying you to keep you alive, Lola. I am marrying you because I don’t want to be without you. I want you in my life and as my partner. I want to take vacations with you. And yes, you will be able to leave the house. Once we are married you will be able to do whatever girly thing you want to do outside. Maybe you can even hang out with Alexis. She will love you. You will also be able to work if you want to. What kind of work do you want to do, Lola?”

  She answers, “I don’t know, Frank. I have always loved makeup. Maybe I can find a cosmetics company that I like and get a job with them.”

  “Yes. You and Alexis will get along just fine,” I tell her and roll my eyes at the thought of the two together.

  LOLA

  Frank tells me that Oliver called and said he has a judge that will marry us on Saturday morning. I have to question if he means Saturday as in tomorrow morning and assures me that is the correct Saturday. I am scared about this whole situation. I have known what my father does and I know my place as the mob daughter. I help sometimes, but no one really has expectations of me. I simply don’t know what others will expect of me as the fucking mob leader’s wife. My life is about to change and I just pray that I am ready.

  I head to the bathroom and start running the water to take a long, hot bubble bath. Once the water Is ready I sink into the hot water and it feels wonderful. I hear the doorbell and within minutes I hear Frank talking to someone. I am sure he will be busy with his company so I can focus on me and my bath as I lie back and close my eyes. A few minutes later there is a knock on the bathroom door. “Lola, someone wants to meet you.” I sit up a little and yell, “I am taking a bath, Frank. It’ll have to wait” The man has no sense of privacy. Well, I should say others’ privacy; he’s great with his own.

  As I lie back in the tub and close my eyes, the door opens and I hear a woman’s voice.

  “Hello, Lola. I have heard so much about you.” I open my eyes and pull my knees to my chest. Frank is standing in the doorway with an older lady. “Hello. You are?”

  The woman has the nerve to come completely into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bathtub. “I am Ruth Deluca, Frank’s mother.” I look over at Frank who has a smirk on his face and he has the nerve to leave us alone. I am taking a fucking bubble bath for heaven’s sake! I don’t want to be left alone with his mother. She smiles and I can tell Frank got his smile from her.

  “I hate to bother you, Lola. I know we girls use the bathroom as our escape place, but I just wanted to talk to you before tomorrow. It’s a big day for us.”

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bsp; “It’s a big day for us?” I question as I tilt my head and look at her.

  “Of course it is. It’s a big day for both of us. You are getting a new husband and family. I am getting a new daughter. You and Alexis will get along so well. She won’t be at the wedding, she doesn’t even know about it. We’ll tell her over our family dinner. She would ask too many questions if we tell her beforehand. Your life is about to change, Lola. When Anthony was alive, I spent many nights worrying about him. He practically led a double life. He had the family and he had the business. It will be like that for you, too. I just want you to know I will be here for you. I realize that you have your own mother, but she is in New York and I am here. Frank loves you so much; Lola and I know you will never be without anything. He will take care of you and protect you. All the families will protect you once you are one of us.”

  I must ask her one important question while she is being so open and honest.

  “What about my family? Will my parents be safe? You know who my father is.”

  Ruth tilts her head and smiles.

  “When you become family, he will be considered family. It will be the same way for him. He won’t hurt our family and we won’t hurt yours. Because Frank will be considered his family and once we welcome the baby into the family that will only solidify things. Your father wants his blood in Chicago, he will through you and his grandchild. Of course, once you are married, I am sure Frank will consider letting your father have some of his business in Chicago, in exchange for some of our business being moved into New York. It will work because you will be a Covelli-Deluca.”

  “Did Frank ask you to come to give me this little pep talk?” I ask as my eyes start to water.

  “No. He asked me to come over to bring you my wedding dress. The advice was my wedding gift.

  FRANK

  While Lola is busy with Ma, I take the opportunity to grab flowers and go make a visit. I kneel down to place the flowers on Pop’s grave. It has been a while since I have visited and I get teary-eyed from seeing his name on the headstone. He was a beloved husband and father, but he was so much more. My father took care of some many others. I always thought of him as my hero. Finding out that he was a criminal doesn’t change that fact at all. No matter what your parent does, they are yours and they love you unconditionally. For that reason alone, I don’t care if he killed hundreds of people, ran a prostitution ring or had the biggest drug lab in the United States. I still love the man, he was my father. I swipe my fingers across his name on the headstone and I can almost see him standing in front of me. I look up and there he is, but he is healthy and strong. He looks down at me and smiles.

  “Hey Pop. I am so sorry that I haven’t come to visit more often. I have so many things to share with you. I am taking over your business pop. I promise you that I will do you proud and make sure your name lives on in this city. I will protect Ma, Alexis, Alex, and all the other families. I am getting married. I think you would like her. I know you’re probably not happy with whom her father is, but Ma and I think this is best for the family. It’s almost like we’re joining them and taking them down at the same time. I just hope you would agree with me and feel that I am doing what’s best.” As I look back down at my Pop’s name on the headstone, I feel a soft breeze and smell his aftershave in the air. I look around wondering if someone else was around. There was no one and at that moment I felt I had his approval.

  “Thank you, pop.” I wipe away a tear and walk away.

  My next stop is going to be a tricky one. I need to talk to Alex. I already know his feelings, he wants Lola dead. He considers her the enemy and wants her gone. I must make him understand that she isn’t going anywhere. Alex spends most of his time at Deluca’s, so he isn’t hard to find. I pull into my space in the back and walk right in. I head upstairs to Alex’s office and he’s there sitting behind his desk.

  Alex looks up from his paperwork and then back down; obviously not all that interested in talking to me.

  “Alex.” I walk over and sit in the chair on the other side of his desk.

  “What do you need, Frank?”

  “I wanted to let you know that I will be getting married on Saturday. Ma and Oliver will be there. I thought you may want to be there too.”

  Alex drops his papers and leans back in his chair, putting his hands to his mouth.

  “You’re really going to do this shit, Frank?”

  “Yes, I am, Alex. I love her. Once we’re married, she’ll be one of us and the family won’t need to feel threatened by her.”

  “What about her father? Do you think he will accept this? Don't you think he will send someone here to get rid of you? You can marry her, but she won’t be our family. He won’t consider you family either.”

  I lean back in my chair watching Alex for his reaction to my next statement, “Lola’s pregnant.”

  Alex’s eyebrows rise and his head falls back to look at the ceiling. “Yeah, who does it belong to? Marcus, Brandon, or you?” He spits, angrily.

  I sigh and stand up to face Alex. “The baby is mine Alex. I got her pregnant on purpose. I realize that you don’t like Lola. You have made that most obvious. However, I’m in charge now. I will run the business just like pop did. He wanted me in charge, so I am taking fucking charge. Lola and I are getting married on Saturday and I would like you to be there. When you come, you will show up with a fucking smile on your face. If you don’t accept her and my kid, I will take this fucking place and I’ll put Thomas in charge.”

  Alex stands up disrupting me, “Are you…?”

  “I am not done talking. I will take Deluca’s, Alex. You run things, but pop owned it, so I own it now. Blood is always thicker than water Alex, but don’t make me choose. My kid is my blood and if I have to choose between you and him, you will fucking lose.”

  I walk out of Deluca’s knowing that I have one more person to talk to. I reach into my glove box and pull out Brandon’s cell phone. Thomas delivered it a few days ago and as I requested, there is a picture of Marcus uploaded. As I am going through the other photos, I notice there was also one sent of Brandon’s body. The picture looks like he had been dead a few days, but I don’t even want to know how Thomas took it. I look through Brandon’s contacts and I find Judge Covelli’s name and number. I press call and hope he answers so I can get this over with. On the first ring, he answers.

  “Brandon, where the hell have you been?” Covelli sounds out of breath and agitated.

  “Sorry to disappoint you Judge Covelli. Brandon is a little tied up,” I say.

  “Who the fuck is this?” he snaps.

  “I would think you’d know. You had Marcus, Brandon, and even your daughter on me like white on rice, but when I call you and you have an attitude like talking to me is inconveniencing you?”

  “Frank Deluca. I can’t believe you have the balls to call me. Where are Brandon and Marcus, and if you touched my daughter you will be dead before morning.” I can’t help but laugh at hearing his threats.

  “I can promise you, Judge Covelli, I have done more than touch your daughter. As a matter of fact, I have fucked your daughter so much and so hard I am surprised you haven’t come.”

  “You fucking bastard!” he yells into the phone.

  “Listen, Covelli, I just wanted to give you a few updates. Brandon and Marcus have been eliminated. I will send you the pictures when we’re done talking. I realize that this news will upset you, so I have happy news to deliver too. You are going to be a grandfather. Lola and I are having a baby.” I can hear him gasp on the other end of the phone, but I continue to deliver the blows. “We got married. So if anything happens to me or anyone else in my family, your grandchild will find out that grandpa is a fucking killer. The Chicago territory that you have been trying to take over belongs to your daughter and will eventually go to your grandchild. So, unless you want a fucking mob war that can take one of them out, you will keep your fucking people out of Chicago.” I hang up and press the send button sendi
ng the photos.

  I jumped the gun telling him that we are married, but I wasn’t going to tell him that he had time to stop the wedding. I realize that I also told him and Alex that Lola is already pregnant. I haven’t seen test results, but I can almost guarantee with the way we have been fucking she already is carrying my kid.

  LOLA

  Saturday morning finally arrives and I wake up to Frank’s cock pressed firmly against my ass. I turn over to look at him and I suddenly feel sick. I practically jump over him and run to the bathroom and start vomiting. I have never felt so nauseous before in my entire life. I just sit on the floor practically embracing the toilet bowl. My nerves must really be bad I am so lightheaded; I can’t find the energy to move away from the toilet. I notice that the toilet seat feels cold on my arms. As disgusting as this is, I feel like I need the coldness on my face so I tilt my head to lay my cheek on the seat. As I turn my head, I notice two legs in the doorway and look up to see Frank leaning against the door staring at me.

  “I know you’re nervous about getting married, but you’re not planning on jumping, are you?”

  I am not in the mood right now for his annoying smart ass comments.

  “Not now, Frank. I will throw up on you!” I turn my head and start to throw up again and I can hear Frank walking behind me and running the faucet. He places a wet towel on my neck as he pulls my hair off my neck and holds it while I continue to puke my brains out.

  “I must be getting the flu.” Frank wipes a cold towel around the back of my neck and wipes my forehead.

  “You think you have the flu, huh?” Frank arches his eyebrow at me.

  “Yes?” I say, but I can tell it’s a question rather than giving a simple answer.