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  “Since we have a little time on our hands until we arrive at the airport tell me what has your life been like here in Portland, Oregon, of all places.”

  I slid my mirrored aviator sunglasses over my eyes. “It’s been rough. I was poor. Ed helped me and my wife Lindsay purchase our house. After a few years in the construction business, I was able to pay him back.”

  “Did you do things the way your grandfather taught you?”

  We looked at each other, bursting into laughter.

  “Dad, of course. Sierra couldn’t understand how I was able to install a state of the art security system in her house without it hurting my pockets. I couldn’t tell her how I was able to skim off the top to make sure I had what I needed.”

  Sebastian glanced back at me, eyebrows scrounged together. “Wait, are you doing that shady shit with our company in Seattle?”

  “No, just my own.”

  “Huh, ok.” He returned his attention to his laptop.

  “Catch me up a little on your life.”

  I glanced at the road. Tony barreled through the streets, desperately trying to get us to the airport in record time.

  “Dillon is six, and Lily is four. I co-parent with their mother. I wanted full custody, but I didn’t have my hands in the right pockets, so I was only able to get joint custody.”

  My father’s face tensed. “We will change that.”

  “Sierra and I hadn’t been engaged long.” Resting my elbow against the window seal, my hand rested against my bearded face. “She’s the woman I wish I met first. She is my world. We’ve been trying to have a baby. I hate to think what could happen to them both.”

  My dad placed his hand on my shoulder. “We’ll get her back, son.”

  My thoughts run deep. As much as I’m happy to reunite with my father, I wish it wasn’t at the expense of my woman. We should have been on a flight to our destination wedding Sierra knew nothing about. Just me and her alone on this trip. I know it’s selfish to want her all to myself, but I can’t help my longing to be close to her at every moment of every day.

  CHAPTER THREE

  DILLON

  I nodded my head. “Between us we have four children. Her son Jason is four, and her daughter Shana just turned six. Almost every day, I’d ask Sierra to move in with me.”

  I chuckled. “I cut her off. No spending the night at her house anymore. She caved, or shall I say I forced her to cave. They finally moved in. Neither she nor I could go another night being apart. We were headed on our first vacation together today. Just me and her.”

  I glanced at my dad. “If something happens to her, I won’t be able to go on.” Ripping off my sunglasses, I dropped my head in my hands.

  My father nudged me. “Show me a picture of her.”

  I hung my sunglasses off the neck of my shirt. I showed my dad the newest picture I had of Sierra. One I recently used for my screen saver was on my cell.

  “She’s beautiful. I can see why you are taken by her. That smile would catch any man’s attention.”

  I tapped the play button on a recent video of Sierra and me. My father leaned in to watch.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking a video of you in your element. What are you doing to our living room?”

  “I am about to paint the living room a pretty cream color.” Her eyes scanned the walls in the large living room with cathedral ceilings.

  “What about the light fixture?”

  “I am going to have you hang a beautiful chandelier.” She ran over to the kitchen entrance. “You are also going to open up the kitchen to the living room.” She smiled brightly.

  “I don’t know. I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

  Her eyebrows wrinkled. “Dillon, don’t play! I will splash you with paint!”

  I glanced into the camera then back at her. “Sierra, what did you call me?”

  “Oh shit!” Her ponytail waved from side to side as her hand flew over her mouth.

  I grabbed her pulling her close. “It’s all right, baby. You did nothing wrong. This video is just for me and you.”

  Her lips fell against mine. “Just us.” She shrugged her eyebrows, glancing at the camera.

  “All right, I see this video is turning dirty.”

  I ended the video.

  My dad laughed.

  “You let her call you Dillon?” Tony asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

  “Yes, behind closed doors.”

  I gripped my side.

  “What’s wrong with your side?”

  I glanced over at my dad. “Filippo shot me.”

  He clenched his fists. “What the fuck! I can’t wait to kill that cock sucker!” He grabbed my shoulder.

  “Let me see.”

  I lifted my shirt. He peeled the bandage back a bit.

  “Shit, that’s nasty! It’s blue and purple, but this is a good stitch job.” His eyes popped up. “Who did it?”

  “I did,” Sebastian stated, not looking up from his laptop.

  “Dillon, later tonight you will need to rest.”

  Tugging my shirt down, I glanced at my dad. “I will consider it. Once Sierra is fine, I will rest.”

  “Finish telling me what the fuck happened.”

  “Sierra only knew my real name is Dillon. She didn’t know my real last name. Filippo was happy to fill her in. He told her I was about to become the new mob boss of Jersey. I hate the look in her eyes when she learned the truth. Filippo shot me before carrying her away.”

  “Hold on a second, Dillon.” He was making a call.

  “Gio, get the men to keep watch on Filippo’s compound. No one is to make themselves visible. I need eyes at the airport too. Have him followed. They better keep him in sight at all times. I doubt he will go home. Gio, make sure to get guys out there at the warehouses. Do you remember where they are? Good.” He disconnected the call.

  My dad glanced at me. “We will have eyes everywhere, Dillon.”

  “Good.”

  Sebastian glanced back at us. “Uncle Serg, what is the name of the airport?”

  “West Farm in Allamuchy, New Jersey.”

  “I’ll have eyes on Filippo too. I just need to hack the cameras exiting the airport.”

  “Sebastian, there aren’t any working cameras around the airport. We use the airport for business purposes and can’t afford eyes on us.”

  “Hold on, I have an idea.”

  Sebastian made a call. “Yeah Hunter, can your cousin help us out? I need a drone in the air right outside West Farm airport. Ok, thanks. Keep me posted.”

  Tony glanced at Sebastian, then returned his eyes back to the road.

  “Brandon is an hour and a half away if he can do the job.”

  Sebastian’s phone rang. “Hey, Brandon! Are you able to help us out?”

  Sebastian nodded his head, smiling. “Great. I need you to buy the most expensive drone you can find in Boston. Really, you have one? Great! I will need the IP address once you power it up. I can control it from there. Oh, wow ok great! The Magarelli’s thank you. Call me the second you two land. Ok. Bye.” Sebastian disconnected the call.

  “Who is he bringing?” Tony asked.

  “His pregnant wife. He said she’ll be wearing the black armor suit.”

  “Oh yeah, Skyler also wears that suit on missions,” stated Tony.

  “Missions?” My father’s eyebrow arched.

  “We specialize in secret missions. You know, save the world type shit,” Tony stated.

  Sebastian smiled. “Yeah, it’s nothing like getting your hands dirty from time to time.”

  My father smiled. “I can attest to that!”

  Tony drove onto the tarmac, parking close to Sebastian’s jet.

  “Dad, we will see you when we land.”

  “No, I will fly with you guys. It’s better I stay in the loop. Gio will also fly with us. My other men will fly on my pla
ne.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “I still can’t believe you’re alive,” he smiled.

  “I can’t believe I finally get to see you again in person instead of glancing at old family pics I find in the newspaper.”

  He laughed. “I need a drink. This is going to be a long day.”

  The blazing sun heated my back as we boarded the plane. “I need a drink too in order to keep my mind off the pain.” My hand flew over my side again. The deep throbbing pain was getting worse. I cringed at how the pain was beginning to immobilize me.

  “Dillon, I will have Brandon check your wound. I don’t know if you remember he’s a doctor.”

  I reclined in my seat. “Oh yeah. Sounds good. Be sure to tell him I won’t sit this out for shit.” I gasped. “I am going to slit Filippos throat!”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  SIERRA

  Early this morning, I dropped my kids off at their grandparents. They are staying with them for the weekend. Jeremy will pick up the kids on Monday. They will spend two months with their father, then come home in August, allowing us to go on family trips with all the kids before school starts in the fall.

  Dillon had errands to run. I love calling Jeff by his real name. It’s our little secret. Sex is that much hotter between us. I sang out Dillon several times last night, each time I came.

  How could I ever not love him? He makes me feel special in so many different ways. The moment women stared at Dillon while we roamed the grocery store, he’d kiss my cheek or wrapped his arm around my waist, whispering sexy things he planned to do to me when we returned home. Yes, I am the one women stare at when accompanied by the hot guy doting all over me.

  Fuck, I love my man.

  I stood in the bathroom mirror, admiring my hair I just finished flat ironing. I smiled as I gazed at the round five carat diamond ring on my left hand. I was packed and ready to go on vacation with my fiancé.

  I remembered back to a special date night we had a couple of months back. Dillon followed me into my walk- in closet.

  “Sierra, what dress are you wearing to dinner?”

  Placing my finger in my mouth, I scanned the large array of dresses. “I’m not sure.”

  “Baby, we want to make the most of this Friday night.”

  He stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His sexy scratchy beard brushed along my cheek. My ass pressed against his dick. Our fingers intertwined, I massaged my mound with his fingers. His tongue circled the side of my neck.

  My eyes closed briefly. I enjoyed being touched by my man. “Fuck,” I moaned.

  “You’re a bad girl.” His deep voice penetrated my ear drum.

  Slowly, I turned in his arms. “Give it to me.” My eyes seared into his.

  My fingers were already unzipping his pants.

  “I want to, but we have dinner reservations.”

  My eyebrows wrinkled as my lips pouted.

  “Listen, on the way to the restaurant, I’ll rub your pussy, then later tonight I’ll fuck you to sleep.”

  Stepping back, I folded my arm under the other as my fingers rested against my chin. My eyes danced upward toward the ceiling. “Sounds doable.”

  “Doable?”

  “Dillon, we’ve both been so busy lately, this is the first time I’ve seen you since Sunday. Your project is a monster.”

  He ran his fingers through his amber hair. “I know, baby, I appreciate how patient you’ve been. If we lived together, you could get the dick on a regular basis. However, we live apart. It’s not my doing, Sierra.”

  I threw my hands in the air. “Dillon, you are not playing fair.” I slapped his arm, then stormed over, combing through dresses.

  “Sierra, I don’t like not seeing you in person every day. FaceTime isn’t enough. Not being able to hold you in my arms every night is taking its toll on me. But you will continue to get weekly dick until you move in with me.”

  I exhaled. “I don’t want it, then. Keep it.” I never turned to face him.

  Dillon moved next to me, combing through the dresses.

  I glanced over at him, mouth wide open. “What are you doing?”

  “Looking for the dress I want you to wear tonight.”

  He retrieved a form fitting shimmery black dress, with tight three-quarter inch sleeves. The scoop neck, cowl back, drapes down to my ass. The dress stops at my knees. He held the dress under the recessed flood lights in my redesigned closet.

  “This is what I want to see you in tonight. I want you reverse cowgirl riding my dick later while wearing this dress.” His smile was mischievous.

  I folded my arms, rolling my eyes.

  Dillon hung the dress on a single hook, leaving it on display. Standing before me, his brows ruffled as his hand slid over his beard. He yanked me by waist, pulling me close.

  “You’re telling me, you ain’t fucking me!”

  His hands flew up gripping my face. His eyes locked with mine. “Tell me again you don’t want this dick.”

  “Jeff, I don’t want…”

  His tongue slid in-between my lips. He backed me into a corner, pulling my jeans and panties under my ass.

  I couldn’t push him back, nor did I want to. He knew I wanted his cock deep inside me.

  My fingers caressed his hair while his fingers massaged my pussy lips.

  “Shit,” I moaned.

  He pulled back, staring into my eyes. “I’m waiting. I want to hear you say it!” He was fucking daring me. He knew I could never get enough him.

  I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to my pussy gave me up, cumming all over his fingers.

  “Dillon.” My head fell against his shoulder. His quick strokes over my pussy sent an instant flourishing rush through my body. I couldn’t move.

  “Fuck!”

  My gray eyes stared into his handsome face. “I love you.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  I watched as he sucked his fingers clean.

  His eyes closed momentarily. My breathing hitched, I watched him intently. I was so turned on. His eyes slowly opened.

  Dillon slapped my ass. “Get dressed.”

  ∞

  After dinner, Dillon drove to Tom McCall Waterfront Park. The park we had our first argument. Honestly, I didn’t want to ever go back to that park. Dillon wrapped the silver shawl around my shoulders. We walked hand in hand through the park. Our stroll came to a halt. We peered out into Willamette River. My fingers wrapped around the rail while I admired the view of the calm waters. He caressed my back.

  Dillon turned me to face him, dropping to one knee.

  “Jeff, what are you doing?” I whispered.

  The crisp night air whipped through me as my bulking eyes landed on his twinkling brown eyes.

  “This park reminds me of how afraid I was to fall in love with you. This was the place I realized I would do things for you I wouldn’t do for any other woman. I was afraid of losing you that night. You ran from me, but hell, I couldn’t let you go. Sierra, when I look into your eyes, I see how much you love me.”

  Dillon choked back the tears.

  “You took a chance loving me. I love the way your eyes light up when I kiss you. Baby, you are the only woman who could make me fall in love again. Sierra, you repaired my broken heart. I am no longer a broken man. I am whole.” His soft eyes held me captive.

  I snatched one of my hands from his grasp, swiping the tears running down my face.

  He grabbed my wet hand, kissing it. “Sierra, will you marry me?”

  Tears danced on my cheeks as they rose upward. “Yes, of course I will marry you!”

  Onlookers clapped. I glanced up at the small crowd now surrounding us. Dillon slid the beautiful ring onto my finger. He stood, sweeping me off my feet into his arms, holding me tight.

  His lips parted. “I love you more than you will ever know,” he whispered.

  I felt the sincerity in his tone. I knew he lo
ved me with every ounce of his being.

  Dillon helped me slide into the Porsche Panamera. My eyes were locked on my beautiful ring.

  “Sierra.”

  I turned my attention to him. “Yes.” I smiled.

  “We’ll start moving you and the kids into my house tomorrow.”

  His hand rested against my neck. “I won’t be away from you another night.” His eyes studied my face.

  “The second we get into the house, I’m snatching that bun out of your head and you’re going to ride my dick.”

  I smirked. “No argument there. I can’t wait to cum all over your cock.”

  “Shit, baby would you look at that.” His eyes darted down at his dick.

  “I’m hard as a rock for your good ass pussy.” He smiled before turning his attention to the road.

  Dillon was serious. He had it all figured out in his head. He had no intention of me ever going back to my house other than to direct movers moving my furniture out of my house and into his. Funny thing, before we left my house for dinner, I knew I was ready to move in with Dillon.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  SIERRA

  Rolling over in the wee hours of the morning, my eyes raked over Dillon’s strapping body. Sometimes I straddled him, gliding my pussy down onto his long, fat dick. My eyes closed at the thought of starting my day off perfect, riding my man’s dick. His gray eyes crept open as his head sunk into the pillows. Dillon’s fingers gripped my waist as he slammed into me.

  “Fuck, I love this pussy,” he groaned.

  My pussy slid up and down his dick, slapping against his balls.

  “Sierra.” His eyes slammed shut. “I’m about to cum.”

  “No, not yet.” I climbed off his dick, turned in the opposite direction with my ass facing upward.

  Dillon quickly positioned himself on his knees, sliding into me. “Sierra, you feel so good baby. Back that morning pussy up on my cock.”

  “Dillon, yes. Um. I love this dick. Cum with me, Dillon.”

  “I’m cumming!” Dillon held my hips, slamming into me, unloading inside me. He leaned over, kissing my back before pulling us back against the soft mattress.

  “This is the best way to start our day. I’ll be thinking about you all day.”