***ZANE’S POV***
Lisa gets into the kitchen and startles to see me there with Dante.
When she looks out the window, she sees Sinner there, just standing. It dawns on her that I had just witnessed what happened.
“Mr. Vincenzo,” she mutters in her small voice.
“Get the baby upstairs, Lisa, I think you’ve had enough break,” I tell her gently.
The tears that pricks the corners of my eyes make anger rise up in me.
“What is the matter, why are you sad?” I demand.
“Is this where I lose my job?” her voice is barely above a whisper.
I chuckle softly, it comes out offensive that I had originally planned but I brush it off when Lisa starts sobbing.
“Hey, Lisa, don’t cry, I am sorry for laughing at you,” I say closing the gap between us and crying gently.
“You aren’t the reason why I am crying,” she whispers.
Looking over my shoulder, I spot Dante playing rather than eating his cookie. I ignore him, bringing back my attention to Lisa.
“Sinner hurt you?” I demand my voice stern as I roll up my sleeves, my veiny hands flashing in view as they contract.
“He didn’t mean to,” she cries out.
“Then what? Because I am about going out there and kicking his ass just for making you cry,” I tell her.
This makes a weary smile pull up at her cheeks but she shakes her head.
“He says we can’t date because you would be furious. That it would distract me and I might lose my job. I swear, I have never had a fling with him anywhere near the baby, I wouldn’t even see him when Dante is awake,” she cries harder, covering her face in her hands.
Glaring at her now, I heave a gently sigh, making sure that she knows perfectly well what she is saying.
“Lisa?” I call out softly.
“Yes, Mr. Vincenzo,” she replies.
“Do you love Sinner?” I ask.
She nods.
I rub my hand gently around the length of her arm before removing it.
“Dante is a mess, take him upstairs and clean him up, please,” I ask politely and she nods her head, doing as I say.
I remove my phone and place a call, Sinner answers on the first ring.
“Meet me in the kitchen now,” I mutter and hang up.
A minute later, Sinner burst into the door, his eyes looking frantic as he searches around smoothly for any danger.
“Boss?” he calls out.
I walk over to him and pull him by the shirt and towards me. He looks miserable and I know for a fucking cause that he is beating himself over this issue.
“The fuck is going on between you and my nanny?” I bark out angrily.
His eyes widen even more, forming saucers of pain.
“Lisa?” he inquires carefully.
“You’ve been fucking someone else?” I grit out shaking him a little.
“No, but let me go first, please,” he begs.
Sighing, I give him the benefit of the doubt and let him go.
“She walked in here crying. You hurt her?” I ask.
“I will never hurt her, Zane. Just that I was scared you will find out about us and dismiss her. I tried pushing her away for her own good but she wouldn’t go,” he says shaking his head.
“Is she the one you were with last night?” I let out thinking about how flushed and confused he had being this morning when I returned and ask him where the ladies were.
He had sworn they were home until we couldn’t find them and one of the rovers where missing.
“Zane?” he calls out shaking his head. “It is not what you think,” he says.
“Then, you better be talking until I understand what you mean, and fast,” I grit out.
“I love her, like I said. But the person standing between us is you. If you would let me have her… Bless this, Zane, I promise she will be mine,” he explains.
My eyes soften and I punch him in the chest gently, smirking at him as I give him a half hug.
“Lisa is yours but if you make her cry, I swear…” I warn him.
“I promise, nothing will happen to your little Lisa. I will take care of her,” Sinner says.
He is a good man, he knows exactly how to do and say the right things upm
“You love her, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yes. I do. But I don’t want to play hide and seek with Lisa anymore. I want us to be a couple,” he says.
“Go make things right with your girl before she isn’t yours anymore,” I tease him.
“Yes, Boss,” he exclaims before happily walking away.
I follow him and take Dante from his crib, leaving before he witnesses my two employees clawing at each other’s clothes.
“Of to your room now, Sinner, there are kids around,” I tell him half jokingly and half seriously.
“Of course, Boss,” he says his lips not leaving Lisa’s own.
The rest of the afternoon I spend it with Dante, playing with him and taking care of him. We watch a couple of cartoon movies and we take naps.
By the night it is seven p. m. The first man is crawling out of his hole.
Russell comes first alone, his face looking calm as he plops down beside me.
“Zane,” he greets.
“Russell,” I respond with the same energy.
Alex comes down and move to the fridge pulling out four beers. He hands one to me and Russell, and as if the beer attracts Rio, he pads down and takes the last one, uncapping it and downing half of the liquid before he comes up for a breathe, wiping his mouth, leaning back against the chair.
I shift Dante to my feet, allowing him to play with his Lego toys.
“Did you sleep at all, Zane?” Russell asks starting the conversation.
“No, Why?” I wonder even though I already know the answer.
“You look like shit. And that stubble on your cheeks, crazy,” he tells me.
“Well, I didn’t want to disturb my wife, so, I had to stay away while she slept,” I tell them smiling at each of their faces.
“You all got enough sleep?” I ask no one in personal, but Rio answers me.
“Mia is so drunk she can barely sleep for long without waking up with a bad hangover. I’ve helped her to the bathroom three times and she puked nothing but water. She cries that her head hurts mightily. I discovered they went drinking without eating. So, the last time she had food in her mood was snacks for lunch,” he tells me.
I frown at that.
“The chefs didn’t make food?” Don Russell ask and I her the anger painting his voice.
“All on extended breaks. I guess they are here now. The women plotted everything before they left. They wanted the freedom,” Alex chips in.
My stomach is already knotting with how furious I am.
“Lego,” Dante mouths on the carpet and he shows me his lego piece, happily playing with it.
I smile politely at him.
“They wouldn’t be getting away with this lifestyle. The ladies need to know how to take care of themselves,” I say.
“Or they were just being brats and naughty. I bet they thought they could cover their traces perfectly. It’s too bad they didn’t make it to the end safely,” Russell barks out.
We have scowling faces on now, and even though I know this is some shitty thing to say, but I know it has to come out at some point this evening.
“What do we do with stubborn women like them?” I demand.
“Punish them of course. If you all are open dominants, we could all watch then get punished. Voyeurism us a kink I have. I don’t mind exhibitionism too, my wife has got nice titties to hide,” Rio says and we all laugh at him.
“I agree. Since they ganged up and went wild, it is only right they face their punishments together,” Alex mutters.
We had dim looks at one another, and I smile satisfied of the outcome of this meeting.
“I am all in, but no sharing,” I warn at once.
“We draw the line there man, I would personally put a bullet in you if you as much as glare at my woman funnily,”. Russell spits out.
“I bet that is where we all draw the line then,” I tell him coolly.
Raising my beer bottle, we cheers and take long pulls of beer.
“It’s about time we meet. I suggest the main living room where we can look the door and use multiple places to fuck our wives. Punish them too,” Rio says his eyes glistening as the image of the living room plays in my head.
Of course, that will be a good idea and no matter what, I am so into this.
“See you shortly,” I mutter and stand, sweeping off Dante from the ground.
“Lego, Dada,” he calls out and I grab his lego, leaving the living room.
Lisa has freshened up now, and the only thing left of the few shining hours of her life is her swollen lips and rosy cheeks.
“Make sure he goes to bed early, Lisa,” I tell her.
“Yes, Mr. Vincenzo,” she replies.
I turn to leave, but stay put for a second.
“You too, little Lisa,” I mutter.
“Understood,” she groans out.
“In your bed. And close the door, I don’t want a certain Sinner crawling up to your bed at night and taking advantage of you,” I tease her.
Her lips are the perfect shades of pink now, and her eyes water in the process.
Shit, I was just teasing her, I didn’t mean to make her cry.
“I’ve heard you, Sir,” she murmurs, her voice strained as she walks farther into Dante’s room.
I feel bad for teasing her so badly.
“Damn it, Lisa, it was supposed to come out as a joke, don’t get mad please,” I say.
“I know. You don’t need to explain yourself,” she says putting my boy in his play pen and starts ramaging through his closet, looking for a nightie for him.
Fuck it. Making it up to her might cause me a little dime, but I want that.
“What about a two tickets place on a cruise ship in Valencia this weekend?” I demand and that gets her attention.
“Me and Sinner? But I have to work,” she says twisting her body to look at me fully.
Good.
“Who said you were going to be working?” I demand rhetorically.
“And Dante?” she asks.
“His parents would look after him just fine,” I exhale.
“Oh my God. Yes, Please. Can I hug you, Sir?” she asks happily and when I nod, she rushes towards me and throws her hands around my waist, locking her head on my chest as she gives me a quick but respectful hug.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Vincenzo,” she blurts out.
“You are welcome. You leave on Thursday afternoon. If I were you, I would start packing, and don’t forget to share the good news with your new boyfriend,” I say.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t forget to tell him. Once I have Dante settled down, I will grab his monitor and go tell him the good news,” she says happily.
The smile on her face is as big as never before, she carries Dante into the bathroom to start preparing him for the night and I take that as my cue to get out of here.
Time to go prepare my woman for her punishments. I knew my brothers were all wild breeds, but asking to come together to punish the ladies is something a little wild, and I would be damn to say that I don’t like it.
Of fucking course, I love it. I want to experience this as much as they want to do it too.