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  FLASHBACK

  Dillon swept me off my feet the moment we entered his spacious kitchen from the garage.

  “What did I tell you I wanted you to do tonight?”

  My fingers trailed through his curly locks. “Dillon.” I blushed.

  He smiled. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easy.” His sexy brown eyes flickered. “Say it, Sierra.”

  My eyes clamped shut, then popped open, accompanied by a smile. Dillon stopped in his tracks in the middle of the dark kitchen.

  “You said you want me to ride your cock reverse cowgirl in this dress.” My head dropped in the crease of his neck.

  “I see I’m going to have to loosen you up.” He sat me on the marble counter top. Dillon sprinted around the kitchen, flicking on the lights. He grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of Jim Beam.

  He returned standing before me, pouring us both a shot of whiskey.

  “Raise your glass.” He cleared his throat.

  “Tonight you made me the happiest man alive. The sweet, vivacious, sexy Sierra said yes to becoming my wife.” His smile was so wide, it lit up the entire room.

  He raised his glass. “Cheers, baby.”

  “Cheers.” Our glasses clinked together, then we slammed the strong contents down our throats. We slammed the empty shot glasses on the counter.

  Hooking my fingers behind his belt, I pulled him closer. I leaned in, sucking his earlobe. “I’m so horny. I need you to fill me with your big cock.”

  Dillon dropped his head in laughter. His eyes met mine. “Sierra, we have this discussion all the time. It’s ok to be a freak with me. I’m it. I am the only man sliding into this tight pussy from here on out.” His fingers slipped up my dress, snatching my panties off, dropping them on the floor. Dillon’s large hands spread my legs. He thumbed my pussy lips while he sucked on my collar bone.

  “You’ve been wet for a minute huh?”

  My eyes rolled in the back of my head while my hands gripped his big shoulders. “You are ready to cum already.” He laid me on my back.

  “Look at me.” Our eyes clashed. “I’m about to get that pussy ready to take this dick.” His lips curled into a devilsh smile.

  He pushed my legs open, dropping his tongue into my tight hole. “Dillon,” I moaned.

  He stood upright, momentarily pouring himself another shot then threw the whiskey down his throat. His liquored up tongue slipped up and down my slit.

  “Your pussy tastes so good, Sierra,” he groaned.

  I was cumming. I could feel it rising to the surface. My pussy bucked against his bearded face. “Shit baby, work that tongue. I’m cumming, Dillon!”

  A flushing sensation pulsated throughout my body. My fingers clenched my breasts as my multiple orgasms brought a satisfying smile across my face. Dillon sucked my clit, licking up all my cum. His pussy drunk eyes stared back at me as he stood to his feet.

  “You know I could eat your pussy all night?” He raised his bushy brown eyebrows twice. His hand slipped over his soaked beard. “Sierra, we can’t ever go that long again.” His hands rested firmly on my shaky thighs.

  “Baby, it’s time for you to ride this dick.” He winked.

  He leaned over, throwing me over his shoulder, scooping up one shot glass and the Jim Beam.

  “Ah!”

  “Yeah, you’re going to be screaming all night.”

  Dillon walked up the stairs into our bedroom, tossing me on the bed. “I’ll be back, baby. I need to drain the python.”

  “Dillon, remove your contacts.”

  “Yup.”

  I knew I was off the pill, and I hadn’t asked him about having a baby lately. He asked me months ago and I shut him down. So he probably won’t care if we possibly get pregnant tonight.

  “Sierra. Sierra!”

  My eyes glanced into his confused gray eyes. “Where were you?”

  I smirked. “Nowhere.”

  “Are you having second thoughts?” His eyes turned dark.

  I jumped on my knees, flinging my arms around his neck. His hands remained at his sides, fists clenched. My hands rubbed his bearded face. “Dillon, you make me so happy. You fucked me up downstairs, eating my pussy so good.” My eyes danced upward.

  “Hold me, Dillon.” His strong powerful hands hugged my waist.

  “I’m deeply in love with you. How many women do you know get to fall in love with their grocery store crush?”

  He dropped his head back, laughing. His eyes met mine again. “So you were laying her crushing on me.”

  “Why, yes,” I gushed in my southern accent.

  “Hmm, ok.”

  I forced his eyes to meet mine again. “I love you. I’m blessed I get to marry the most amazing man. Thank you for loving me with all your heart.” A single tear slid down my cheek.

  His padded thumb swiped away my tear. “I guess we are both lucky, then. We get a second chance at love.”

  I smiled. “You are it for me, Dillon. My everything.”

  His beautiful eyes danced with mine. Dillon’s perky lips took mine with need and admiration.

  Dillon wasted no time rubbing my pussy.

  “Dillon, I love you, baby.”

  He peeled off his jacket and shirt caveman style. It was sexy as fuck. His strapping tanned broad chest made me wet all over again.

  “I can’t understand what woman would be stupid enough to lose you.” My fingers traced up his arms.

  That sexy smile took his handsome face by storm. Just like that, I was cumming again. That is the effect this man has on me.

  Dillon kicked off his shoes, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, climbing onto the bed, stroking his long thick dick. “You really love me don’t you?”

  I’ve never known Dillon to openly show how broken he was until now. His ex fucked him up bad. He can’t see she was a fucking fool and gave up a wonderful man. Shit, I ain’t stupid and damn sure aint giving him up. A bitch would have to fight me for him and I ain’t going down easy.

  Dillon fell over me, taking my lips. “Dillon, tell me you love me.”

  His perplexed gray eyes met mine. “Baby, what?”

  My legs wrapped around his waist. I squared up my pussy to take his cock. “Give it to me now!” I begged.

  Dillon fell into me hard. Stilling his movement, his eyes clenched shut. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted.

  “One second.” His head dropped against my neck as he slammed into me.

  “Ah, yes! Dillon, umm. Give it to me.” Sitting back on his knees, he gripped my legs, giving me all of that good dick.

  Sweat dripped down his brow, as his warm eyes focused on me.

  “Baby, tell me you love me,” I urged.

  Dillon hovered over me, gripping my thigh tight. His other hand remained steady next to my head. My hands flew up, caressing his face. His lips gently kissed my wrist. His movements halted.

  “Sierra, I love you more than any other woman who came before you. You make everyday brighter.” His eyes closed in an effort to hold back the tears.

  “I can’t see my life without you. I love you, baby.”

  I smiled. “I know.”

  “Oh, you do, huh?”

  “Yes, I love me and you. The way you’ve let me in recently means a lot.”

  His cheeks blushed over. My fingers slipped through his wet hair. “Now, fuck me like only you can.”

  He pushed my legs back, long stroking my pussy, taking it to new heights. My hips swayed to his rhythm. Dillon’s lips fell upon mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined as his thrusts quickened.

  “Shit, Sierra...I’m cumming.”

  “Dillon, no.” Snatching my pussy back, I rolled over on top of him, flipping in the opposite direction, gliding down his dick.

  “Damn, baby,” he stated through gritted teeth, gripping my hips, controlling my movements.

  My hands clutched his big,
muscular thighs. Glaring into his eyes over my shoulder, I continued bouncing my pussy up and down his cock.

  “Throw that pussy back,” he hissed.

  “Shit! Your pussy is so good!” Dillon held my hips still, plowing into me. His thick cum filled me. My ass trembled as I came in his wake. Slipping off his dick, I nuzzled into his side. My fingers wavered across his chest.

  “We are getting married!” I sang.

  Dillon’s wide smile met mine. “We sure are, beautiful!” He held me tight as we dozed off.

  Looking back on it now, I know that is the night I became pregnant with his child.

  My fists fell flush against the bed. “Fuck!” I yelled. I thought I was getting pregnant by Jeffrey Dillon Westbrook. I recently learned I’m pregnant by Dillon Sergio Magarelli. How will I survive this pregnancy, him whipping through the streets wiping out entire crime families? I don’t know this Dillon. Where will we live? Am I supposed to give up my business and move our family to New Jersey? Do I turn a blind eye to him and his family’s criminal activities? Before returning to New Jersey, Dillon was an honest business man. Sitting up in bed, I pulled my legs into my chest, slipping my fingers through my long, wet black hair.

  We went from living a normal life, jumping into a fast paced dangerous life. I can’t lose Dillon. What if his new life takes him or one of our children from me. How can I stay with Dillon now that he’s brought danger into our lives? I have to protect our child.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  SIERRA

  GIRL TIME

  Laughter erupted throughout the house, jarring me from my sleep. Slowly, my eyes opened. I raised my head an inch off the pillow, only to lower it again. This baby is bringing the sleep down. My hands brushed over my face. Peeling back the comforter, I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed slowly. Shit, what can I do to stop the throbbing pain in my ass? I’m quickly reminded of the intrusion of Filippo’s fingers into my ass. Sitting on it only makes it worse. Less pain would shutter through my body if I slid off the bed like a snake. My feet carried me across the cherry wood floor. I halted. My eyes made contact with the door, but I decided to continue on my route into the inviting light gray custom bathroom.

  Freeing my long black hair from the constricted black rubberband, my hair stood in a puffy thick afro. I discarded my clothes, leaving a trail behind me as I strolled across the cold continuous two-tone gray slated tiles into the massive shower. Slamming my eyes shut, I shook my head in an effort to rid my mind of the stench of cigarettes lingering on Filippo’s disgusting tongue running up the side of my face. Not to mention him forcing his fingers into my ass. My tight asshole felt like it had been ripped open. I know I should walk away from my dangerous Dillon, but right now I need him to help me forget what happened to me. Even if I never forget, staring into Dillon’s sexy, loving eyes would push the horrific thoughts to a place of forgetfulness. I need these memories to cease.

  After completing my morning bathroom routine, I dug through the clothes Dillon packed for us. Head thrown back, I laughed out loud, picturing my fiancé packing our luggage. Not one piece of clothing was folded. Jeans, blouses, underwear, socks, and shoes were mixed together in four large heeps inside the oversized black Bottega Veneta suitcase.

  I decided on a pink wrinkle free tank top and a navy and white stripped maxi skirt.

  “Shoot.” I need to call my team, make sure everything is running smoothly on the job sites.

  My company picked up its biggest account to date. K&J construction. I allowed Dillon to help me hire new employees. We are ten team members strong now. Finally, I was able to manage instead of help, which allowed me to finish my days earlier. I promoted Corelay to manager last month. I trust her to always have my back. Dillon surprised me last month. He purchased three new vans along with more industrial cleaning equipment for my business. Dillon reached out to a few other construction businesses. He obtained my company six new contracts. I don’t have to worry about payroll anymore. Dillon said my worrying about payroll was affecting our sex life. He said he had to do something about it. He said I am not allowed to worry about finances; that is his concern. I’m fortunate. I didn’t have to worry about finances with Jeremy either. The difference is Dillon let’s me follow my passions. I wouldn’t be Dillon’s trophy wife. I would be my own woman, then wife, and mother. It’s important we are both individuals who come together as a unit in our relationship.

  Present

  I haven’t called my children yet. I definitely will today before their father picks them up from their grandparents tomorrow. It doesn’t feel like I’ve been away from them for three days, feels more like two weeks. I’ve been hesitant about calling because they will ultimately want to Face-Time. They may freak out if they see the knot on my head. Luckily, it’s shrinking. Oh, maybe Zoey has a hat I could borrow, then I can hide the bump.

  After furiously digging through the suitcase a second time, I realized Dillon forgot to pack my flat irons. I combed my fingers through my soft freshly washed hair. The blow dryer performed a pretty good blowout. Slipping my fingers through my hair again. I gathered the strands, slapping them through the black scrunchy. I zipped the suitcase, rolling it into the walk-in closet.

  Laughter erupted again this time closer to my bedroom door. Grabbing the thick gray curtains, I yanked them open. The sun smacked me in the face. Closing my eyes, I stood with my hands on my hips, welcoming the warmth from the sun against my honey brown skin.

  “Knock knock.”

  “Come in,” I said, turning my attention to the door.

  “Good morning, Sierra!” Zoey’s slanted eyes slid upwards as she walked toward me. Her pretty black coils were pulled up into a ponytail.

  “Good morning!”

  “Samantha is here. She arrived a couple of hours ago. I hope we didn’t disturb you.”

  “Yeah, but it’s ok. I thought you were talking to Brandon,” I said, easing my ass against the pale gray chair by the window.

  Her smile dropped as her fingers smoothed over her long gold shimmery skirt. “No. Brandon left. Dillon needed him. Samantha wanted to stay out in the field with Jacob, but Dillon asked her to hang out with us.” Her lips turned upward, then fell.

  I placed my hand on top of hers. “I’m sorry, Zoey.”

  I shook my head side to side. “Wait, what do you mean he sent her back? She was with the guys?”

  “Yes, Samantha is a sharpshooter. She prefers to be in the field killing bad guys.” Zoey smirked.

  “But she is an event planner and wife to Jacob Latters?” My lips turned to the side.

  “Yes, but she is more than that. When she is in the field, we call her Skyler. Jacob also moonlights killing bad guys, but he goes by Hunter in the field.”

  I waved my hands between us. “I remember those names. Dillon spoke to a Skyler and Hunter.” My eyebrows ruffled together.

  “Right, on missions they wear prosthetic masks. Jacob can’t afford to be identified, nor can Samantha.”

  I was deep in thought. My hand slid across the back of my neck. “They helped rescue me.” I pondered on those words.

  “I’m so thankful!” I glanced at Zoey again. “You mentioned you were there, fighting too. I didn’t see you.” My soft sad eyes met hers.

  “Brandon and I killed the men outside the warehouse. By the time we entered the building, you were lying in Dillon’s arms, passed out. Brandon examined you.”

  I gazed out the window as I tried wrapping my mind around all that has happened.

  “In your spare time, you run around killing bad guys. Hmm. I handle guns well too, but I don’t run around killing people.”

  “Are you sure about that?” I heard to my far right. “Because I distinctively remember watching you being carried out covered in Filippo’s blood. Dillon and Sergio made mention of you and Dillon stabbing Filippo to death.” Samantha grinned, leaning against the doorway.

  Her beautiful orange short
sleeve blouse draped off one shoulder, and her embroidered, beaded black skirt brushed the top of her gold glitter flats.

  My eyes widened.

  “Listen, no big deal. We’re all murderers here. Zoey’s killed, I killed, Sydney’s killed…”

  I rose to my feet, glaring at Samantha. “You say it like it’s an everyday occurrence!”

  “For us, it can be. What’s your favorite weapon?”

  I folded my arms, rocking back on one leg. “I can shoot any gun. My weapon of choice is a Glock.”

  “Mine too,” Zoey chimed.

  Zoey stood, throwing her hands in the air. “Let’s head to the kitchen. Sydney will be here any minute.” Zoey led the way, falling in line behind Samantha.

  “All four of us are killers, huh?” I asked, walking along side Zoey.

  She smirked.

  Samantha glanced at me. “I like to think of us as bad ass bitches who know how to defend ourselves.” She grinned devilishly.

  I halted. “Who the fuck are you people?”

  Samantha stepped closer, nudging me into the kitchen. “Calm down, we will explain as soon as Sydney arrives.”

  I heard pots clanking around. I glanced over at Zoey, who was retrieving pots and pans from the off-white country cabinets. Her round belly was the size of a dodgeball. So cute, I thought.

  Zoey’s belly stretched her white blouse to capacity.

  “Zoey, how many months are you again?”

  “Six.”

  “Weren’t you afraid something would happen to the baby in the field?” I asked.

  “I was wearing a black custom armor suit, which stretched, allowing me to fight with ease.”

  Standing in the middle of the oversized country kitchen, my wide eyes shot back and forth between the ladies.