Becca.
“F*ck,” Alessandro said over breakfast while munching apple slices in his highchair.
I kept bottle-feeding Dahlia, ntally counting backwards from twenty and trying not to panic over Alessandro’s new obsession. I wished my father was there to help. He’d know how to take care of the swearing.
Jas ca into the nursery, then. Alessandro’s face lit up and he held out chubby little arms. “F*ck!” he insisted.
“I think he wants you to pick him up,” I muttered.
“Of course that’s what it ans,” Jas sighed. He lifted the sticky little boy into his arms and looked around. “Where’s Layla?”
“Allegra invited her to stay at a hotel last night. I know she said she won’t leave us until after the trial, but if Allegra has to leave, and Layla wants to go with her...” I said.
Jas groaned and went to the Pack ’n Play to get wet wipes. He started cleaning Alessandro off.
“F*ck,” Alessandro grumped with a pout when Jas went to clean his face.
“I think he doesn’t want you wiping his face,” I translated.
“Well, that’s too bad,” Jas said and gently patted Alessandro’s mouth and cheeks. “As for Layla... f-God, I don’t even know where we’d start trying to replace her.”
“You don’t have to think about that,” Layla said softly, entering the room.
Jas and I both jumped. “Layla!”
Layla went over and plucked Alessandro from Jas, stripping off the toddler’s food-slopped clothing and plugging him into another set. “I’m staying,” Layla explained. “Even after the trial.”
“Are you... are you sure?” I asked her, surprised.
“Yes,” Layla said. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“And... where... what about... Allegra?” I almost forgot I was feeding Dahlia until she gave a displeased grunt. I got the nipple of the bottle back into her mouth.
“Allegra’s gone,” Layla whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she wiped it away.
“Gone?” Jas echoed. “Gone where?”
Layla shook her head and kept caring for Alessandro, getting him down on the floor blanket so he could play with so of his toys.
Jas opened his mouth to say sothing else, but I shook my head.
“You two should probably go talk about the trial,” Layla said, coming over to and taking Dahlia.
I realized she just needed so ti alone with the kids. “We’ll go do that.” I patted her back in what I hoped she would see as a gesture of support.
Layla’s shoulders drooped, but she nodded. “Thank you.”
I walked over and took Jas’s hand, leading him from the nursery.
“I don’t understand. What’s going on?” Jas asked.
“Layla is heartbroken. We need to give her so ti,” I said, tugging Jas down the hall and into the bedroom we’d been sharing.
“You don’t suppose they broke up?” Jas gaped.
I shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. I just know Layla is hurting, and will need our support, when she’s ready.”
Jas rubbed the back of his neck and sat down on the bed. “This, too?”
“Life doesn’t stop just because we want it to, Jas,” I inford him.
“I know. I know.” Jas laid back on the bed, his jeans-clad legs hanging over the side.
I laid down next to him, staring up at the ceiling.
“I’m tired of making promises to you I can’t deliver on,” Jas said softly, taking my hand.
“Then don’t,” I whispered, thinking exactly the sa thing he was. How on earth were we going to keep Alessandro?
“The witness...” Jas began, then stopped with a swallow.
“Yes?” I asked.
Jas sighed. “The witness is in the wind. The PI can’t find her. She thinks soone scared her off.”
“Allegra,” I groaned.
“Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was soone from the other side of the table,” Jas muttered. “Allegra would have scared her INTO testifying.”
“Who could be scarier than Allegra that this witness would just disappear?” I asked.
Jas shook his head. “Money talks.”
“And lots of money sings and dances. Yes, I know.” I slamd my fist down on the mattress in frustration.
Jas took the hand he was holding and brought it to his lips. “Baby, we can’t lose hope. We have to be together on this, to the end.”
I nodded, but tears were leaking out of my eyes. “I just can’t... I can’t... I can’t anymore. I can’t deal with all that keeps getting thrown my way—our way.”
Jas swallowed. “There’s nothing I can tell you right now to make this better that wouldn’t be a lie.”
“I know. I just... I want things to get better, Jas. I want things to BE better,” I said.
“We’re going to make it better. You, and ,” Jas reassured .
Or tried to, at least. I wasn’t so convinced. With all the outside forces working against us, it all just seed so impossible.
Jas sat up and tugged into his lap. “I love you, Becca, that’s the truth.” He wrapped his arms around and kissed until I could almost forget all my worries. Almost.
“Becca...” Jas put a hand over my breast. “Let’s get in a little stress relief. We can discuss this later. But I think right now, we need to take a little tiout.”
Desire curled in my belly. “Well...”
Jas thumbed my nipple through my shirt. “Pretty please?”
I groaned and gave in. “Fine, fine, Mr. Eager Pants...”
“Don’t you an ‘Italian Stallion’?” Jas smirked.
I was never going to live that down. “Yes, that, too.”
Jas chuckled. “That’s still the hottest thing that’s ever co out of your mouth. And you say everyone calls that?”
“Yes. All those bitches who will be testifying against us at the trial,” I muttered bitterly.
Jas kissed and caressed my cheek. “Hey, we’re not thinking about that right now. It’s just you and .”
I ground my hips against his. I could feel his thick, hard length through his jeans.
Jas groaned. “I think it’s you who don’t play fair.”
“But this is the best kind of ga. Even when you lose, you win,” I purred, pushing all thoughts of the trial out of my head.
“Mmm,” Jas said. He pushed his hands underneath the back of my shirt and undid my bra.
I whipped both shirt and bra over my head, letting Jas feast on my breasts to his heart’s content.
I opened his button-down shirt and slid it down his arms, kissing along his collarbone as I did so. I didn’t let up, rolling my hips against his.
“F*ck, Becca, I’m not a young man. You trying to kill ?” Jas teased, panting.
I grinned and undid his pants, sticking my hand inside and stroking his big, thick c*ck. Not that he needed any help. He was already leaking prec*m.
Jas rolled so I was underneath him, but that didn’t stop from stroking his d*ck. I had on yoga pants and lace panties.
Had.
Jas ripped them off and tossed them to the other end of the bed.
“Mmm... baby, I want you so bad,” Jas murmured against my lips. He reached down and began fingering hard, thumbing my cl*t.
“Have ,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders. “God, Jas, take now!”
Jas didn’t have to be told twice. With one sure thrust, my Italian Stallion sheathed himself in my body.
I arched my back, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. “F*ck yes. God, f*ck , Jas, f*ck hard!”
Jas growled and ramd his c*ck into , thumbing my cl*t as he did so.
It hurt, but it was a good hurt, and I yowled with pleasure as Jas kept slamming into , his balls slapping against my skin.
“F*ck, Becca, how are you always so F*CKING tight!” Jas groaned.
My nails dug deeper into his back, piercing the skin. “I’m not tight. You’re HUGE!”
Jas chuckled. “Italian Stallion, huh?”
I swatted him. “You’re never going to forget that, are you.”
“Hard thing... to forget,” Jas grunted, ramming impossibly harder and faster.
I raked my nails down his upper arms as my orgasm overtook . “God... f*ck... JAS!”
Jas shouted my na back to , then ca inside , his whole body shuddering.
When he slopped out of , there was a little bit of pink that ca out with other fluids.
“Awww, my poor baby...” Jas crooned, rubbing the edge of the top sheet between my legs.
“Your fault,” I teased tiredly.
“Not sorry,” Jas winked.
“I’d be disappointed if you were,” I laughed.
Jas snuggled into , pulling into his arms. “I suppose we should have a bath.”
“Is that code for ‘I’d like to have bath sex’?” I asked with a smile.
“You know so well,” Jas said.
“I do,” I responded, nuzzling the lightly-bleeding marks I’d made on his arm.
Jas looked up at the ceiling with in post-coital bliss.
“I love you, Jas,” I said softly. “No matter what happens.”
“I love you, too. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to make it okay,” Jas whispered.
“Rember about promises you can’t keep?” I admonished him.
Jas sighed. “I want it to be a promise I CAN keep.”
I placed a kiss on his chest. “I know.”
Jas stroked my back, then ran his fingers through my hair. “Legally or illegally, I will get him back.”
“You can’t live life on the run. You’re the head of a Mafia Family,” I said, shaking my head.
Jas frowned. “I’d really rather not be.”
“Too late. Your uncle made you the head.” I poked him in the chest. “You said Ronaldo was going to run the whole operation into the ground. I guess... there are people who depend on you besides us. I think of Tony and The Boys... I an... they have families, too.”
“I don’t like the idea of sacrificing my family for theirs,” Jas grunted.
“It’s the right thing to do,” I sighed. “If... if it’s always going to be like this—if I have to be so kind of ‘moll’—”
Jas chuckled. “‘Moll’ is mob speak, baby. You’re not going to be a ‘moll.’”
“You know what I an. If I’m always going to be with you and you’re always going to be a Mafia Don, then... well... compromises will have to be made,” I pointed out.
“Compromises, sure. Sacrifices? Like Alessandro? Never,” Jas said flatly.
I shook my head. “I would never even think of sacrificing the kids. But promise you’re not going to make Alessandro into the next Don? I want him to have a normal life.”
Jas was quiet for a long ti. “I... don’t want to make promises I don’t know if I can keep.”
“Jas!” I protested, shocked.
“I don’t know what life has in store for any of us, Becca. That’s too far down the line for to promise or not,” Jas explained.
I pulled the blanket off him and got off the bed in a huff, stomping towards the bathroom.
“No sex in the bath, I’m assuming?” Jas called after .
I gave him a look over my shoulder that spoke murder. “Not if you value your favorite parts.”
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