126.
David’s POV.
“Can you tell us exactly what went on here, Mr. Truman?”
The commander asks, wanting to take note.
I’ll be the last person to reveal that what occurred an hour ago is a mafia war.
Resolved to seal the secret, I shrug.
“I don’t how to explain how it all started, commander. But I’m thinking those are thugs, seeking some kinda attention.” I say, my face deadpan.
“Did you perhaps see any of their faces?” He asks again.
Fuck yes, I did.
It’s all imprinted on my mind.
Anton’s. Peter’s.
It’s all living rent-free in my head, I nearly growl but instead, I offer.
“Commander, what happened was a flurry of shootouts and shits. Couldn’t see any of their faces.”
The commander looks weak at my vague answers. It’s better he is.
“Okay, Mr. Truman. We’ll make more investigations about that.” He says and I nod lightly.
The other sheriffs are scouting the place, looking for evidence to find but I know better.
Mafias don’t leave a trail you can find them with.
Their shits are always a clean slate.
I stand in the garden, watching the officers do their job.
The rushing of water from the fountain calms my nerves.
The pain is slowly ebbing after the paramedics offered painkillers and treatment.
I lost a number of my security men and it pains me to see that. I’ve left Andrei to handle their bodies and send condolences to their families.
Eight men, all died in one night.
I snarl inside, hating the fact that I didn’t finish the work I started.
When the shrilly voices of the officers fade, I have the inkling they’ve all left.
Silence encompasses me as I stand before the fountain, watching the smooth cascade of water into the pool.
It zens my corded muscles but not the vortex of thoughts running through me.
What would I have done had I lost Vera?
I would have broken my promise to her mother, to myself, to Nathan, and to Andrei.
A promise I’ve kept for years and still intend to keep until I die.
My eyes singe at the thought.
I’d rather die than her. She’s the very air I breathe, just that she doesn’t know.
The fear on her face at the sight of Anton’s and my gun reflects in my mind’s eyes and it makes me sad.
Vera, this is the life I’m struggling to shield you away from, I think and sigh dramatically.
A life of blood, gunfire, and death.
That’s what your mother saw and ran.
That’s what she struggled to protect you from before she died.
The underworld is not meant for innocent souls like you, baby, but how do I explain?
I’m not sure I can, like your mother, I’ll protect you from it. Keep it away from you.
She already knows she’s a mafia princess but she doesn’t know what mafia truly entails.
And I don’t intend to let her know more, because I know it’ll destroy her mental health.
Let me bear the burden for you, Vee. Let me hoard that truth from you.
I crack my head back at the sounds of growing footsteps and my breath seizes as Vera’s shaken figure appears.
She stops, momentarily taking me in as tears decorate the edges of her eyes.
I guess she can’t hold it back as they slip from her eyes.
“You…were hurt.” She croaks, coming closer.
“It’s nothing, I tell you,” I say to her.
I feel her presence behind but I don’t look because I’m an emotional mess now. Men ain’t built to show their emotions, they stash them away at the recesses of their heart.
And that’s what I’m doing, stashing it away, hoarding it, even as it’s pressing down on me.
“I don’t know why you did what you did…” She trails off.
I hear her gush a breath. Then. “I mean…thanks for protecting me. But Anton…he isn’t like that?”
I swing around at the mention of that devil.
“Say his name no more, Vera.” I admonish, furious.
“What ain’t you telling me, David? Spill it out. What is that that I don’t know?” She barks.
She’s growing curious.
“Nothing you should know…”
“Lies!!!” She roars. “I saw the look you gave him, David. You knew him!”
“Nothing that you should bother, kid.” The term slips from my lips.
It’s been a while since I used that term on her and I see the surge of anger it brings on her face.
“Kid?” She breathes out. Suddenly, she chuckles humourlessly.
Furious tears spring from her eyes and she darts them away with her palms.
“I’m a kid? That’s what you always see me as. That’s why you chose her. Because no matter how much I try to improve on myself you don’t see me as a mature woman. No matter how much I want you to let me in, you don’t, because I’m too small in your eyes…”
More tears.
“What did I do David?”
Now she’s yelling and it stings at my heart.
I take steps towards her, reaching out my hand. “Vera..”
“All I did was to love you, David. That’s all. But you don’t see me that way.”
“Fuck.” I curse, scrolling my hand through my hair.
“I just want you to love me and be loyal and truthful. David, I don’t know but you mess my head. You crumble my resolve. Why?” Her voice cracks.
Now, she’s bawling.
“Baby,” I murmur, going closer to her. Entering into her space. “Allow me to touch you, Vera.” My voice is hoarse. Inaudible.
She shakes her head, taking a step back.
“I can’t…I can’t, David…because…I already…hate you.”
My face falls at her words. My feelings mix as I storm into her space, watching those blue orbs that reflect my face.
“Vera…say that again.” I dare her.
Vera stalls, her lips wobble. Then. “I hate you…”
Before she could finish those words, I crushed my hungry lips over hers….
“Hmm…” She moans all too quickly, slinging her arms around my neck and burying her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck.
I let go of all inhibitions, kissing her and mating my tongue with hers.
Using my tongue I outline the edges of her lips, sucking her lower lip into my mouth.
She thrusts her body into mine, squishing her chest into mine.
Fuck!
I’ve missed this sweet taste of my angel.
Syrupy, heavenly…
I sink my hand into her hair while the other holds her waist firmly.
In the sweet exchange of our heated kiss, I hold her waist to mine, showing her how hard I’ve been. And still is.
“David…” she belts out, eyes closed as I harass her with pleasure.
Sucking, biting, churning.
Momentarily, I pull away…
Our breaths collide as I look down at her.
“Open your eyes,” I order her and she obeys.
Her eyes glaze over…I nearly drown in their depth. “Tell me…how much do you hate me?”
She bites her lips a little. Then…
“With all my heart…” She sucks a quaking breath. “I love you so much, David. Staying away from you hurts like a bitch…”
She cries…
I snarl low in my throat and flush her body back on mine, my lips back on hers and we begin a ferocious yet passionate duel of tongue and teeth.
In our mindless state of explosive pleasure, I nudge her to the edge of the pool.
“Hold on tight…” I command, and she nods, holding the concrete edge while I rip her clothes into pieces.
I bare her womanhood and roar in my throat as I swipe a hand into her pussy, finding her wet.
“Holy shit…baby…” I mewl, something I’ve never done before, and I rip my zipper and sheath myself inside her.
“Oh, God…daddy…” She cries out as my cock grows huge inside her.
I lose myself to the taste of her, the sweetness of her, her soft texture.
A gasp leaves my lips and I trace my hand at the small of her back, stopping by her waist, I arrest the tender skin with my callused hands.
Instantly, I begin a rhythmic stroke inside her wetness. Her sweetness. Her pussy.
It’s tight. Taking me in and out.
As I lose myself, I lose my tongue and begin sputtering words.
“Baby, trust me. I didn’t cheat….” A stroke. Gasps. “It was all fake…”
Another to the hilt thrust.
“I’d never do that to you…ever!”
I pull out, grunt, and dart in again.
“I intend to keep my promises, my love…”
I bring out my dick and tease her clit..
“Omigod!” She’s cries out…
“I promise it’s only you, Vera.. until death separates us…”
Those last words come with a wave of climax…it builds in me as it does in Vera.
In a twinkle of an eye, we both spasm as we cum, the tension ebbing in a smooth wave.
I am still inside her, my forehead wet with beads of sweat as I empty myself inside her.
I feel her hand holding my ass, her legs opening for me to give her all my jizz and I do.
Breaths returning, we pull away.
As she stands on her feet again, I watch her flushed face.
Beautiful. Extremely beautiful.
I dart before her again and take her lips into mine. Even though it’s already swollen, I still kiss her.
We part and stare at each other.
“I love you so much…” she sings.
Smiling, I nod. “I know baby. I promise…I won’t break your trust. Your heart.” I peck her cheeks reverently.
At that, we hug each other…basking in our bubble of love…
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Claire’s POV.
I’ve never known heartbreak but today I do.
Tonight…I do.
Watching David fucking Vera breaks all my confidence.
My intuition wasn’t wrong before. David and Vera had something going on between them.
How?
Such a taboo! I bite out.
He was her foster father. Does that mean even while he was ward they’ve been fucking?
Hell, the answer is right before me.
David and his foster child…a taboo.
My hand shakes while I take pictures after pictures.
Even when he was still fucking me, it was never this intimate. He uses me like a dog and disposes of me right after.
But that’s not what’s happening here. He’s blessing with wet kisses, hugs, and words of endearment.
Something I’ve never felt.
After everything I’ve done to have him to myself, I fail. And that witch won.
No, I can’t let this love fester. I can’t let it mature into something meaningful.
This is a taboo.
A huge one the world should know.
Father and…daughter?
Never! I growl, watching the last of their intimate pictures, my heart burning…
TBC.