Robbie
One week later
The men grumble. The Irish are in the middle, the Russians to the right, and the Italians to the left. Clear spaces are left between each fraction so they won’t be near each other, but dirty looks are being thrown like confetti.
I stand at the back with Robbie, holding his hand.
A lot of the men are asking why they’re all there. What is happening? Questions like that, and Robbie squeezes my hand.
“We’ve got this,” he says quietly. “I’ve got you.”
We walk through the spaces and get up on the stage in front. The venue is enormous, fully catered, and with an open bar. I really hope this works.
There’s a bit of an outcry when they see Robbie and me together, but I hold my hands up. “Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.”
I look around, trying to make eye contact. “None of you are happy about the unions. We’ve heard you. None of you are happy with the new processes. New ways of doing things. New territories to protect. New people to work with. You have to deal with all these new things, yet no one’s asked you what you want. Right?”
There is a murmur of agreement, and I nod, taking a steady breath. “Well, I have thought about it long and hard, and I’ve discussed the problem with the heads of the families. They are the heads of our united family. Regardless of where they come from, everyone in this room now belongs to this united family and should be seen as valued members. So,” I hold my hands up as a few protesters shout. “We are rewarding all of you for everything you do. Without your loyalty, there would be no family, and what better way to reward your family than to take care of the future.”
Robbie squeezes my hand and looks around. “Your wages will be increased, first of all. To reflect the hard work you’re doing. Then, your children’s education will be provided for. They can go to university, a decent university, and make something of themselves.”
“Free medical care for your entire family,” I shout, as everyone murmurs in disbelief. “And the families will secure your children highpaying jobs within the company, pay for their first cars, and help them every step of the way. You are our family. We are loyal to you.”
Robbie looks around at the disbelief on so many faces. He nods. “So, as one family in this room, I declare this our first family party. You may start.”
There’s silence. We wait with bated breath. One of the older Irish men strides over to a tall Russian, and they look each other up and down.
“I’ve never tried proper Russian Vodka,” the Irishman says. “I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”
“My friend,” the Russian chuckles, “we will mix tonight. I will drink fine whiskey, and I will introduce you to fine Vodka.”
They put their arms around each other’s shoulders and walk toward the bar, and with that, the tension in the room dissolves as the men start introducing themselves to each other, mixing with each family.
I smile at Robbie as he squeezes my hand. “You did it,” he says.
“You made them a family.”
“They were always a family. They just needed to be shown that,” I say proudly.
The doors at the back open, and higher-ranked family members with their wives file in to join the men. Finally, Ivan, Tori, Alessandro, Katya, and Ronan walk in, too.
There’s a pause before the crowd completely erupts in cheers and applause. They look so smug with themselves as they shake hands and greet their men.
Robbie tugs on my hand. “Come on.” It’s a whisper, and we slip off the stage and through a side entrance.
“Where are we going?” I giggle.
“I can’t wait anymore. I’m going to burst if I don’t have you,” he says.
“You are insatiable,” I tease, but I’m excited.
We get to the cars, and he opens his Landrover. I wondered why he brought this instead of something flashier like the Mustang.
“You’ve been planning this all along,” I gasp, smiling.
“Get in,” he groans, undoing his pants already.
“Why? Let’s just do it here,” I say, lowering myself to my knees.
“Dina. Jesus, if people see….” He stops talking as I release his halferect dick and start sucking on it. He groans and grabs my head, pumping his hips immediately.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He groans the words over and over again. “Get up. Up. Up, Dina, come on.”
I get off him and stand up. He pulls my pants and panties down just enough to push his now fully erect cock between my legs. I part my legs as much as I can, and he angles his hips to push into me.
“Oh, God,” I groan, putting my hands on his shoulders.
“Just stay there,” he grunts, moving his hips. After getting a good rhythm, he raises a hand and licks his fingers, moving the hand between us to start touching me. My knees nearly buckle as he teases my clit better than a fully charged vibrator.
I don’t know if it’s because we’re out in the open, or because it’s a quickie, or if I’m just particularly sensitive, but my orgasm is building up fast in my lower region, and I whimper.
“Don’t make a noise. Shh,” he whispers. “You’ll get us caught.”
I groan and try to hump against his hand and dick. I clench, tense, and tingling erupts across all the nerves of my body. My skin feels like it has become hypersensitive. My clit is swollen against his hand, and I hold on tight, my mouth open as I gasp quietly as I orgasm.
He moves his hands back to my hips and moves faster, chasing his own release. When he reaches climax, he thrusts hard into me and lets out an audible wheezy groan.
“Who’s going to get us caught now?” I pant the words.
He looks down at me, smirking. “There’s plenty of places to do this tonight.”
“Later. They’ll notice we’re gone,” I say as he moves away from me.
I pull my clothes right and fix myself up. “You didn’t even need to bring the Land Rover. The Mustang would have been just as good,” I tease.
We wash our hands at a sink outside the venue, one meant for the catering company, and then we go back inside. Nobody notices until Robbie grabs my hand and pulls me back onto the stage.
“Everyone. Everyone. Your attention, please,” he announces, and everyone quietens down. I look at him, surprised.
He turns to me. “Dinara, from the day I saw you years ago, I knew what I felt for you was for eternity, even if I was a creepy fuck to begin with.”
I giggle and bite my lip, wondering what he’s doing.
“I’ve asked for the blessing from the family, and they’ve granted it, so Dinara, will you do the honor of being my wife?”
He gets down on one knee, and my chest tightens. I look to Ronan and Alessandro, then to Katya, who nods.
“Yes, of course, you idiot,” I choke out. He grins, puts the ring on my finger, and then scoops me up while kissing me.
This might be the best night of my life.
***
4 months later
I wave to Sergio and Killan as I walk out of the lobby. I turn down the road and stroll toward our house. I’m so glad we didn’t wait to get married and buy our first home together. It’s so close to the offices, perfect walking distance. I climb the short steps from the sidewalk to the front door and unlock it.
I shut the door behind me and walk to the kitchen, where Dina is on the phone with someone.
I smile at her and kiss her head, and she nudges me away.
I raise an eyebrow as I listen to her.
“We have tracked several Valerios in California, and we’re chasing every lead. They won’t get through our security again…”
I hang my jacket on the back of the chair as she talks, and then I slowly unbutton my shirt in front of her. She knows what I mean. It’s my time.
She gives a small sigh as I expose my abdomen to her. “Katya,” she says. “Can I call you tomorrow? Yes. First thing.”
She hangs up and looks at me. “You’re a complete distraction.”
“I know.” I sigh. “Isn’t it lovely?”
I undo my pants with a smirk, and she rolls her green eyes.
“Before you get too excited, Mr. Quinn, I have something I need to tell you.” She smiles brightly at me, undoing the front of her robe. She’s only in a bra and a thong.
I take a deep breath. “Please don’t ruin the mood by talking about an
Italian family.”
She giggles and shakes her head. “Not an Italian one. A RussianIrish one. Ours.” I watch as she softly touches her belly, and I light up. “A baby? For real?”
She nods. “Yes, I got the blood work back today. We’re two months pregnant.”
I move to her quickly and take her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. “God, that just makes you even sexier.” I take her hand and lead her toward our bedroom.
When we reach the room, I turn and kiss her again, but she forces me backward and onto the bed.
“Oh, someone’s feeling feisty,” I say. She slides out of her thong and robe but leaves her bra on. Just the way I like it. I watch as she climbs up my body until she’s sitting with a knee on either side of my head.
“I want you to enjoy what I taste like, Mr. Quinn,” She murmurs. I lift my head to lick her softly. “My favorite meal for dinner.”
I don’t hold back, pregnant or not. My woman will be pleasured. She starts to rub against my tongue and face as I make love to her wet pussy. Her little cries and her juices on my face drive me wild.
Before she can come, I stop her and move her onto her back. “I want you to come with me,” I say, taking out my erection and placing it between her legs. “I always want us to cum together.”
She nods, flushed, and I push deep inside of her. I move steadily; she’s already sopping wet, and my dick moves easily in and out of her. I grunt as she clenches around me on purpose, and I tip my head back.
“Dinara,” I grunt.
“Almost,” she whimpers. “Almost.”
I reach down to toy with her clit, and she’s quickly moving her hips to meet mine, tossing her head side to side as she teeters on the edge.
“Fuck it, I’m coming.” I support myself with my arms and move hard and fast.
“Oh my…” She screams out my name as she bucks her hips wildly.
I grab her hips and push deep inside her as I cum, shaking slightly from the pleasure.
I fall into the bed next to her and stare at the ceiling.
The rest of the evening is as usual. Dinner, talking, some hot chocolate before bed for Dina, a whiskey for me.
A bliss. And I make sure to never fucking forget what a lucky bastard I am.
*****
THE END