Hush: Family Secrets (11 page)

CHAPTER Seventeen

I heard
when Uri came to peek in on me. I just pretended to be a sleep. I just need some time to process what he told me. I had thought it would be fun to get to know him and hear his story. I just didn’t think his words would be a mirror with my reflection showing back at me.

My heart broke for the little boy he had once been. I wish what we have been through on no one. It is one of the reasons I have been so distant in the last few months. Something changed when I saw that little boy who’s father I had taken away. Sure I know that the guy was a rat and he had been skimming money off drops for years.

You may think that for a mob family that should be no big deal. You may think that all our money is dirty but that is just the thing. My father has always wanted to be as legit as possible. This is way some don’t agree with his leadership.

My father has built just as strong an empire with more legit businesses than dirty ones. We have very few operations that are not aboveboard. So when that slime ball started telling lies while snitching on some of the other families that really have bigger criminal ties he had to go. Just so happens I was the one that had to make it happen.

The jerk made it easy to tag his ass. Even with a wife and three kids he saw me and had to have what he thought I was offering. It was more than easy to get him back to his place. I mean the prick actually took me back to the house he shared with his wife and kids.

He was so focused on my breasts I don’t think he noticed he was about to die until the second the bullet ripped through his skull. I have no remorse for him but the way his little boy screamed will haunt me for a very long time to come. To think that Uri was once that little boy just like I was. It hurts my heart. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.

Part of me wonders if I will have to watch my back in ten or fifteen years. Don’t I deserve what I delivered to Corrade? According to Uri I don’t but I can’t make myself believe that. How many other kids out there are going to grow up looking for the Val that took their father away?

I know there were more people involve with my mother and sister’s death. I would go after them as well if Uncle Valentine didn’t keep such a tight lid on that information. One day though I will find out who placed that hit on my family and I will destroy them.

It is that thought that makes me lose sleep at night. Not just because I haven’t solved the mystery of who called for the hit, but because I know there is someone thinking the same thing about finding me.

This is the craziness rolling around in my head as I feign sleep, while my husband comes and places a kiss to my forehead before heading into his closet. He exits the closet after a few minutes dressed in just a pair of gym shorts and running shoes, no shirt.

I have to fight to keep my lashes low, even though all I want is to sit up and ogle him. I had hoped he would swim with me earlier to help distract my thoughts, but he was busy on the phone. I can respect that. From what I have found out about Uri he is just as successful at business as he is at taking care of the family business, the family business that paints his hands red. Heck that is pretty damn successful.

I’ve always wanted to start something outside of being a hitter. Uri would probably find humor in this but I would love to start my own shoe line. I have taken a few classes but nothing serious, just a few accessory workshops.

I would love to have a respected business like Uri does, something that would define me as more than a killer or now the wife of a killer. I wonder if he would mind. Uri is a hot blooded Italian man. From our little tiff earlier I know there are somethings we may not see eye to eye on at times.

I should be used to it with the way my father puts his fist down when it comes to his family and business. I just have been the exception to the rule most times. This will definitely be an adjustment for me.

Just like wanting him so much is going to be an adjustment for me. I know we made love this morning and I have the sore body to prove it but I still want more of him. I think I am addicted. I am wet from just watching his muscles bunch as he removes his watch and places it on the vanity.

He runs a hand through his hair looking to be deep in thought. He frowns to himself then looks over in my direction. I close my eyes all the way again and wait hoping he didn’t catch me.

When I hear his soft footsteps leaving the room I open my eyes and sigh in relief. After I am sure he is not returning I sit up and pull my damp bun down. My hair falls heavily down my back and I run my fingers through it as I start to think of my husband.

Uri has been attentive and …sweet. I wouldn’t call the man that to his face but I can’t help but think of how gentle he has been with me. He has been nothing like the rumors make him out to be, at least not with me.

I have noticed he is a bit brisk with his staff. In the States I hadn’t given much attention to his interaction with others. I can’t help but wonder how he intends to handle my father. I will not let things get out of hand. I just wanted to get out of marrying Raphael, I don’t want to start a war between Uri and my dad. I bite my lip because that is more than likely what I have done.

I sigh and get out of bed. I showered before I passed out so I pad over to the closet to find something to throw on. I find a yellow tank top and a pair of running shorts. Uri may have the right idea. The swim helped to clear my mind but I could do with a good walk or run.

I laugh to myself as I find sneakers in the closet. Uri wasn’t lying when he said he would take care of everything. He had an entire wardrobe set up for me here. Once again something that seems so out of place for the man I’ve heard about.

I guess you can’t believe everything you hear. I wonder why he is doing this for me. I mean look at the man. He could have anyone he wants, yet he has seen how damaged I am and he has still taken on this mess called my life. I wouldn’t blame him if he just left me somewhere and took off after the things I have shared with him.

But he is just like you.
I guess he is. If so we are both in for a world of hurt. I don’t think it is possible for two people as damaged as we are to find love. Yet, I know I am falling for him.

I definitely need a workout. I need to get my emotions in check. I’m better than this. I won’t go falling for the first dick that greets my pussy. Yeah, sex with Uri is amazing. I love that he lets me on top, but still takes charge to bring me pleasure. I never thought I would be able to experience that type of pleasure.

I once tried with an ex-boyfriend and totally freaked out before he could get inside me. The things I have done with marks never get that far. I usually handle business way before things can get that heated. So I really cherish the way Uri handles me.

I am still in my thoughts when I make it downstairs. I look outside and a light rain shower has started. I remember Uri showing me a gym last night so I head for it.

I stop in my track as I reach the gym doors. Standing in front of a heavy bag is my husband, dripping in sweat with his back to me. I cross my legs and squeeze. The ripple and play of his back muscles is a sight to see. His tanned skin glistens under the lights in the gym. His gym shorts are hanging low on his hips, leaving me a delicious view of his trim waist.

His thick thighs look so powerful as he moves fluidly. I feel bad for that poor bag. The force behind his punches is creating a thunderous sound that is filling the room.

I am rooted to the spot when he grabs the bag to stop it from swaying and his eyes move to meet mine in the mirrors on the wall. His next words floor me.

~B~

“I
need you,” I say as my eyes stay locked on hers.

I knew the moment she entered the doorway. I could feel her standing behind me. I also knew she was not asleep upstairs. I just wanted to give her space because I know she has a lot to process.

To be honest I am processing this shit storm we have dropped in the middle of. I still believe something is off with it all but honestly the threat from the Giordano family is very real and I have a wife to protect now. Whether Valentina knows it or not there is a short list of people in this world that I will protect with my life. She has become number one on that list.

I know there is something big looming that I need to be seeing here but I just can’t seem to put a bloody finger on it. Right now I just need to feel her in my arms. Things are going to get heated soon and I want to enjoy my wife while I can without interruption. I need to calm this storm that is brewing within.

“Come Bella,” I call to her as she remains glued to the same spot staring at me.

Without a word she starts for me. I turn to face her instead of looking in the mirror. This is the first time since we have been married that she has had her hair down. It is still damp and is falling in thick waves around her shoulders and down her back. I remember her hair being one of the first things I noticed about her the first time I saw her in the store.

When she stands before me I reach to lock my fingers in her heavy hair. Valentina places her hand on my waist and tips up on her toes as I draw her closer. I crush my lips to hers and she moans into my mouth on impact.

My other hand snakes up under her tank top reaching for her breast. It is heavy and soft in my large palm, the nipple already erect and screaming for my attention. Valentina becomes bold and slides her hands around my waist and down into the back of my shorts cupping my arse. I chuckle into her mouth, but groan when her fingernails bite into my flesh.

I deepen the kiss pulling her into my body and up into my kiss. Her scent is intoxicating. I swear I can’t get enough of her. My cock is throbbing, ready to be buried inside her. I need this and I need it now. I pull away from the kiss and reach to rip her tank top over her head.

Her tiny workout shorts and thong are next to go. I lift her in my arms, against my chest and carry her over to the mirror. Placing her back on her feet in front of the mirror I drop to my knees before her. Lifting her leg I toss it over my shoulder before I dive into her intimate essence.

She is so sweet and wet. I love the taste of her juices on my tongue. I have never thirst for a pussy until tasting this one that my tongue is currently plunging in and out of. I push two fingers into her waiting hole and move my mouth to suck on her inner thigh. Valentina starts to cry out and I suck harder biting gently but leaving my mark just as I had done last night on her neck.

I love that she hasn’t felt ashamed about my mark on her neck, nor has she complained. I know she has seen it. I saw her touching it as she looked in the mirror with a small smile. The thought turns me on more. My brand belongs on her. I want to own every part of this delectable body.

I continue to suck on her thigh as I push my fingers in and out of her. Her hips are bucking and she is riding my fingers hard. I can feel her clenching my digits tight. She is going to come any moment now.

I release the flesh between my lips and move to latch onto her clit. Valentina cries out giving herself over to me completely and making that sweet face I have come to love seeing. She is always stunning but she becomes mesmerizing when she is falling apart before me.

I stand to my full height and turn her to face the mirror planting her hands on the mirror. I pull a condom from my shorts pocket not even sure what made me pocket one before I came down to the gym. I shove my shorts down and grab my cock at the base. I sheath my erection with the condom as I watch her eye me in anticipation. I lock eyes with my vixen as she catches her breath. So far we have only made love with her on top.

Right now I need this. I need to have complete control. Looking into her eyes I see she understands what I need but I ask anyway wanting her to at least feel like she has a choice.

“I want to take you from behind, Baby. Can you handle that,” I say as I rub her slick entrance with my tip.

“Yes,” she whimpers and I thrust inside her on her word.

She is so tight, I groan as I push in to the halt. I grab her hips and still myself. If either of us moves I will embarrass myself. Her tight channel is squeezing me so hard I feel like I’m going to lose it.

When I have a rein on my control I start to pound into her sop and wet folds. “Uri,” she cries out but I don’t stop. I need this like air. Her tight little body has me forgetting about what waits for us in the States, what my uncle is really up to, the business deals that I have to wrangle before it gets out of control. Everything but this tight pussy fades into the distant background.

“Fuck,” I bellow when Valentina throws her head back and starts to throw her hips back into me. Her long thick hair is covering her back and my view of her arse so I brush it aside and stare down at my rod driving into her.

The sight has me hard as steel. I have never been this hard in my life. I’m so turned on I grip her hips in a vice grip. All of my senses are on high alert. I can still taste her sweet pussy on my tongue. Her flavor in my mouth, her scent consuming my nose, the feel of her wrapped around me, it is all calling to the beast that has been lying dormant within me.

I release a growl as she starts to clutch around me. I’m not ready to come. I won’t give up this view and this feel so soon. I reach for her clit and start making circles around it. I can only describe the sound that comes from her throat as her singing.