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  Carmen paced back and forth. She fell apart before my eyes. My baby wanted to be stronger. Shit, she did good. Carmen only left a few messages while I was away. Once they went unanswered, I guess that was when she decided to fly to New Jersey.

  She asked was I mad she showed up here. Not at all. My dick was harder for her in that moment. No other woman could ever do what Carmen did. I’d tear them a new asshole. But my baby, the love of my fucking life could show up at my parents anytime she wanted.

  Even though I didn’t want the four families in my business, Marco was the exception. He was my brother’s best friend. I could trust him with my secret. Once school wasn’t a factor anymore, I’d make our relationship public. Angelita’s sour expression and her threatening words, “You’ll regret this day.” Her words hung in the back of my mind like dry cleaning that someone had forgotten. It was always there. Killing a woman was something I never wanted to do, but before Carmen and I moved to Newark, I’d might have to reconsider. Angelita still wasn’t dating anyone serious. I don’t know it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

  Carmen tore out of my arms and flew to the door. I cornered her. She wasn’t going anywhere. Watching the strippers dance on stage the other night gave me a boner the size of Jersey City. All I wanted was Carmen. Now her soft body was in my arms. Her soft seductive moans made the beast want to devour her. My fingers circled her clit and Carmen’s pussy reacted to my touch. Bucking her soaked labia against my fingers, she gripped my forearms.

  “Did you fly commercial or private?”

  “Dominic, how would I fly private?”

  I couldn’t believe she flew commercial. Changing her way of thinking would take time.

  Carmen pried my hands off her ass and walked out of the room.

  It was best she hung out with my sister while I showered. Before I hopped in the shower, I texted my mother.

  Mom, please have your stylist bring two dresses over from the boutique for Carmen.

  I typed out Carmen’s sizes.

  Sure.

  ∞

  My father stared between Carmen and I across the dinner table a few times. There was a hint of humor. I ran my finger within my collar. My nostrils flared as I slid a sliver of chicken parmigiana into my mouth. What the fuck was his deal?

  Carmen, my mother, and Alexandria were engrossed in a conversation. The red knee length, round neck dress with flowy sleeves stopped above her elbows. The dress fit like a glove. Fucking sexy.

  Sweat glistened on my forehead under the two oversized chandeliers’.

  “Dad, what’s funny?” My eyes narrowed and I waved my fork between us.

  His lips curled to one side. “I never thought you’d bring a woman home.”

  Carmen smiled at my mother to her right. I glanced back at my father sitting at the head of the table to my left.

  The clinking of forks and knives against expensive china filled the room.

  He sipped his red wine. “Sometimes Dillon crossed my mind. Would he have ever married?”

  “Dad, it seems you and mom thought I’d be single forever. Why because I didn’t express my need to have a girlfriend while I was growing up? What you didn’t wonder if your precious Dillon would be single?”

  “Dominic,” my mother warned.

  Carmen soft hand caressed mine.

  His forehead creased and his green menacing eyes stared through me. “Will it always be a competition between you and your dead brother?”

  I leaned in. “The only person making it a competition is you. How about Dominic, I am happy you found the woman you plan to marry.”

  He tossed his napkin on the table and snickered. “Girlfriend I could see, but marriage…No. You’ve never been the settling down type.”

  Dominic, don’t lose it while Alex is at the table. She doesn’t need to witness your horrible temper.

  My fingers curled around my napkin. Carmen massaged my steaming neck. If I were a bomb, I’d explode.

  “Dominic, it’s ok.”

  Carmen cleared her throat. “Mr. Magarelli, I’m aware you and Dominic have very little father and son time. Maybe that’s why he feels guarded when you bring up Dillon. Dominic can be the life of the party if he wants. He didn’t have to pursue me, but he did. Dominic ensures I eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He could be dating other women behind my back. But he’s not. Dominic, is a determined man. I think he got that from you. His temper can be less than delightful. However, Dominic is patient with me. I am Dominic’s forever. I hope we can get along and become one big happy family. I will become the next Mrs. Magarelli.”

  My father’s mouth dropped open.

  “Next month, Carmen and I will spend Thanksgiving with her family. I will ask her father for her hand in marriage.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “Oh, really.”

  “Carmen, there is more to this family…” My mother’s worried eyes met hers. “This is a political family. We are in the spotlight often.” Her eyes landed on my father’s.

  “Angry citizens can take matters too far at times. And may want to cause harm.”

  For the first time my mother spoke between the lines. Something made men did when sugar coating a fucked up situation.

  Alex’s eyes combed the table. Her eyebrows wrinkled. She didn’t know a mafia conversation had unfolded.

  “I am aware. Dominic has given me a thorough view just how dangerous and treacherous the political world can be.”

  “To my office, Dominic now,” my father snarled.

  I turned, kissing Carmen’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

  She nodded.

  Standing to my feet, I glared at my mother. She knew my father was the boss and never said anything. Then again what would she have said to me? Did she know I knew about the mafia?

  I slammed my father’s office door behind me. Resting my ass on the arm of the leather sofa, I crossed my arms, and stared into my father’s scowling face.

  “You told her about this family?” he paced.

  “Would you rather I wouldn’t have told her you were the governor?”

  He pointed his finger in my direction. “Don’t be coy, Dominic.”

  “She’s my future wife. Of course, I told her who we were. What was I supposed to do lie?”

  “Yeah, all you had to tell her was you are the governor’s son.”

  “Maybe that worked for you. But I wasn’t lying to my future wife. I needed her to come into our family with eyes wide open. Not shut.”

  “Did you tell your grandfather about your future bride?” he snarled with a satisfying smirk.

  “Fuck, no. He doesn’t need to know right now.”

  “Oh, you want me the boss to keep that tidbit of information from your grandfather.”

  Shit, dad if you love me at all. Yes.”

  He stalked over. “Stop acting as if I don’t love you. Cut the shit, Dom. I can love you and still miss your brother.”

  I sucked my teeth. “Yup. So, you’ll keep Carmen under wraps?”

  “For now. She better not give me reason not to trust her.”

  “Dad, I bugged her apartment. My men watch her all the time. If she was going to go to the police she would have done so by now.”

  He cut his eyes at me as he crossed the room to the long window.

  “You better be fucking right!”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  DOMINIC

  Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I strolled down the hall into Carmen’s bedroom.

  “Dominic, what are you doing down here?”

  I locked the door. “Sleeping with you.” The large TV brightened the room across from the bed. “Watching Natural Geographic’s again, I see.”

  She chuckled. “You know it helps me sleep.”

  “The lion ripping into a zebra helps you sleep like a baby, I know.” I laid beside her and slipped my hard cock out of my basketball shorts. She slid her panties off and tossed them aside.

  Carmen slipped her hand aroun
d my dick and stroked.

  I loved a good blow job. Never a fan of jacking off by my hand or another woman’s. But since our excursion to Las Vegas, I’ve requested Carmen stroke my cock a couple of times a week. Every time, she asked to suck my dick. She received the same answer. No.

  My eyes hooded as she stroked my shaft faster. Her hand slid over the head of my cock and precum oozed down the side. Carmen licked her lips.

  I gripped her neck until our lips met. “You can not suck my dick. One day,” I murmured as my lips grazed her neck and my fingers slipped within her folds. Carmen spread her legs giving me better access to her soaked pussy.

  “Babe, I’m going to come before you.” She moaned.

  “Tighter and faster, baby.”

  Carmen squeezed my cock as her hand slid up and down at the speed of light. I slipped my finger into her tight hole. “Shit, Dominic.”

  “Carmen.” My eyes rolled in the back of my head as the cum shot out of my cock all over my stomach.

  “That was fucking great, baby.” My eyes popped open. Carmen licked my cum off her fingers, one at a time. My lips curled upward.

  “Sexy.” My smile dropped.

  “But you were disobedient. I told you to wait. I should stop finger fucking you.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “No.” Carmen’s tongue slid across my hairy chest.

  “Babe, please don’t stop,” she moaned in pleasure as I hooked two fingers inside her, attacking her G-Spot.

  I pulled her mouth over mine, capturing her moans. Her body shivered and vibrated against mine.

  “I want to be your wife now,” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Sweetheart, soon.”

  After we cleaned up, she nuzzled her nose against my neck. Her fingers grazed my chest. “We should talk about dinner.”

  “Carmen, I can’t believe my mother knows my father’s position.”

  “Dominic, she’s been married to the man for years. Why did you think she didn’t know?”

  “She’s never mentioned our family in that regard until tonight.”

  “Do you think Alexandria knows?”

  “Possibly. When I was in school kids joked and taunted me about my mafia family.”

  “I think you need to make it a point to visit her school. Make sure she isn’t being bullied.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. I will and I’ll pay a kid to watch out for her. If anyone fucks with my baby sister, I’ll make them pay.”

  Carmen chuckled. “You sound like a mobster in a black and white film.”

  My eyebrows rose twice. “I figured you’d appreciate my acting talents.”

  Carmen’s body quaked with laughter.

  ∞

  I followed Carmen into her parents’ home.

  “Hello!” she called out.

  We stood on the marble landing in the airy off-white atrium.

  “They are probably in the backyard. My family are big grillers.” She smiled over her shoulder. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. The black and floral long dress with thin straps exposed her back and accentuated her plump breasts and her fat ass. She gathered the material in her hands as she walked.

  I clutched the handles of the large brown paper bags. “Lead the way, Carmen.”

  My heart thudded my chest with each step. Meeting her pro football brothers, left my palms sweaty. I was also nervous about asking her father for his daughter’s hand in marriage. This was our first-time meeting. I had four days to interact with her family, before I proposed to Carmen.

  I rummaged through Carmen’s suitcase before we left. She tried packing all shorts and T-shirts. Not this time. More dresses and less shorts.

  Laughter erupted from the lush green yard as we approached the patio doors.

  “Hey, y’all! We’re here,” Carmen announced.

  “Ah!” Her mother hopped up from her upholstered lawn chair, ran over and threw her arms around Carmen’s neck.

  Carmen kept three framed family photos. One on her kitchen counter, another in the living room, and the last picture on the dresser in her bedroom. I loved how family oriented she was. It would be interesting to see how well they get along or don’t.

  “Mom, I’d like you to meet Dominic Magarelli, my boyfriend.”

  Sitting the bags at my feet, I removed my aviator blue tinted sunglasses and flashed my million-dollar smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Drake,” I extended my hand.

  Her eyes raked over my body as she shook my hand. “Carmen, you have a handsome man on your hands.” She grinned.

  Carmen blushed, sweeping her hand along her hair. “Mama!”

  “You cut his hand,” someone shouted in the distance.

  Carmen stepped closer and pulled our hands apart. I was sure I turned a bright shade of red.

  Good thing I didn’t wear a blazer and slacks. Carmen insisted I wear colorful khaki shorts, short sleeve shirts, button downs, loafers, sneakers, or boat shoes. She said her family was laid back. More into T-shirts and shorts.

  Mrs. Drake slapped Carmen’s hand away. “Come on here, Dominic. I’ll introduce you to the family.”

  She gripped my hand and led me to the center of the yard.

  “Everybody, listen up!” The entire sea of people stopped what they were doing and turned in our direction.

  “I’d like you all to meet, Carmen’s boyfriend, Dominic Magarelli.”

  Carmen slipped next to me, looping her arm around mine.

  “Hey, Dominic,” roared throughout the custom spacious backyard.

  “Hello.” I waved.

  Her family returned to their entertainment.

  “I’ll fix you a plate, Dominic.” Carmen squeezed my arm.

  Three men rose from their seats and stalked toward us.

  “Shit, it’s too late. Here comes my father and brothers.” Carmen’s fingernails dug into my forearm.

  “Baby, relax.”

  “Well, look what we have here.” Peter smiled, staring me in the eye. “Carmen’s boyfriend.

  Timothy snickered. “We’ve waited for this day. She found herself a pretty boy. Pete, he has the perfect hair and the cookie cutter outfit.”

  I laughed, ignoring their comments. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” I shook their hands.

  The veins in their thick necks twitched. Shit, maybe it wasn’t a pleasure.

  “Dominic, excuse my sons. It’s nice to meet you. We hadn’t heard much about you.” We shook hands.

  “I’m not surprised, Mr. Drake. You’re daughter lives in her research lab. If I didn’t feed her three times a day, she probably wouldn’t eat.”

  She nuzzled her nose against my arm. “Dominic.”

  “We thank you for taking care of her. She’s always been wrapped up in science projects.”

  “Pete and Timothy, Carmen told me your favorite liquor is Cîroc. I also bought a few bottles of Armand Brignac Brut Rose Champagne.”

  Their eyes widened, cupping their hands over their mouths. “You spent thirty K on champagne?” Pete stretched out his arms. “So, you’re a rich boy college student?”

  “I guess if you want to look at it that way. My father is the governor of New Jersey.”

  Timothy smirked. “Same thing. Rich boy with money.”

  They chuckled.

  Yes, I could afford to pay for the champagne, but being the mobster that I was the alcohol happened to fall off the truck and into my hands. Marco and I split the case. It was the only case we kept from Jude’s botched hijacking. I sold three for thirty grand and gave Carmen’s family the remaining three.

  Carmen knew the story behind the liquor. She said she couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they thought I paid for the liquor.

  “You’re all right with us, Dominic. Want to play spades?” Pete asked.

  “Sure,” I smiled. Never played a day in my life.

  “Pete, he’ll pass. We haven’t eaten in hours.” Carmen smiled.

  “Ok, we’ll catch up
with you soon.” He and Timothy walked back toward the three people at a card table.

  “Dominic, I need to get back to the grill. After you eat join Mark in a game of horseshoes.” Mrs. Drake smiled.

  I grinned at her parents. “Sure.”

  Mark patted my shoulder. “Make sure you grab a beer.”

  “Will do.”

  Carmen yanked me toward the patio doors.

  “Your family’s nice.”

  “Huh, wait until they drank a little more. It’s only twelve thirty.”

  I grabbed the bags I left beside the patio door en route to the kitchen. My eyes widened. Cakes and pies littered the gray marble countertop.

  “Who’s eating all these desserts? I counted about thirty people outside.”

  Carmen laughed, retrieving two bottles of champagne from the bag. “You’d be surprised. My grandmother was known for her barbeques. And my mother being her daughter was expected to carry on the tradition.” She pushed the refrigerator door open, placing the champagne on the door. I opened the freezer and placed the three bottles of Ciroc inside.