Page 24 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

Gideon Delano

TWENTY-THREE YEARS AGO…

“Ay Dios, papi… estoy a punto de venirme,” My beautiful wife, Isabella cried out, rocking her hips back and forth with desperation in her voice. Her curls bounced with every motion. Sweat glistened on her golden-brown skin, and the soft creak of our headboard echoed beneath her rhythm.

I had both hands wrapped around her waist, watching every twitch on her face as she rode me. Her Spanish spilled out when we fucked, and she always forgot English when she was trying to catch her nut.

“?Tú sientes eso, mi amor? Esto es todo tuyo,” she whispered down to me, her voice trembling as her climaxed neared. “Solamente tuyo, Gideon…”

She was the only woman who ever made me feel human while making me lose my damn mind.

The only woman my cold heart could ever love.

I thrust up to meet her pace, holding her in place as her whole body locked up and she came hard, trembling in my arms, gasping out my name.

When it was over, she collapsed onto my chest, her heartbeat thudding against mine.

“You alright?” I asked, brushing back her curls.

She laughed weakly. “I’m alive, no thanks to you.”

I let her rest for a moment, then kissed her lips. She was soft in my hands, always warm. For a few seconds, I didn’t want to move. But duty never slept.

“You gonna’ leave again today?” she asked, her voice shifting to a serious tone.

“Yeah. I got something to handle.”

She pulled back and sat up, wrapping the sheet around her chest. Her eyes cut toward me.

“Siempre es lo mismo, Gideon, you always disappear and don’t answer your phone. I never know if you’re dead or alive.”

“I’m careful,” I said.

“That’s not what I asked.”

I stood up and headed for the shower. “I’ll be back.”

“?Cuándo?” she called out from the bed.

I didn’t answer… I never had a real answer for when I would be back, but the mission was always to make it back home to her and our son, Marcus. She sighed hard. I could hear her get up and pad barefoot across the hardwood, heading toward the kitchen.

When I came out of the bathroom, she was already by the stove, cracking eggs.

Her pink satin robe hung off her shoulder.

I buttoned my shirt, slipped on my watch, and walked into the living room where Marcus was parked in front of the TV with his tiny legs crossed and his toy truck in his hand.

He looked up with that same serious expression he always had.

“You leaving, Daddy?”

I bent down in front of him. “Yeah. Just for a little while.”

He nodded like he understood everything, even though he was just five. “You takin’ the black car or the silver one?”

“Black.”

“Cool.”

I smiled and messed up his curls. “You takin’ care of Mommy while I’m gone?”

He gave a small, proud nod. “I’m gonna’ help her cook. And fold clothes.”

I kissed his forehead. “That’s my boy.”

In the kitchen, Isabella was flipping pancakes. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. She didn’t pull away.

“You mad?” I asked.

She paused. “I hate this part. Not knowing. Not hearing from you.”

I turned her to face me. “When I’m done, I’ll come home, Isa. I always do.”

Her eyes locked on mine. “Just don’t take too long. Marcus needs you… I need you too, Papi.”

I nodded. “I know.”

As I grabbed my keys, she stepped close and placed her hand on my chest.

“Te amo, Gideon.”

I swallowed the guilt that always came with those words. “I love you too, Isa.”

I looked back once more before I walked out that door. I never in a million years, thought that would be the last time I saw my wife alive.

I’ had been feeling off all day since I left the house, but I buried the feeling deep in my gut and focused on the grind I was scoping a target when my phone vibrated in my jacket pocket.

I ignored it, letting it go to voicemail.

I was too busy trying to mentally note every detail about the hit I planned to execute later night.

BUZZZ!

My phone vibrated again, causing me to pull away my gloves off and pull it out of my pocket.

“What is it?” I asked, aggravated with the interruption. My job was detailed and required no distractions so the fact that muthafuckas’ knew that and still chose to blow me up had pissed me off.

“Boss… It’s Isabella. Something happened. She went in the store for a minute, and I agreed to stay back. She was only in there for a few minutes before the gunshots, Boss. I tried to help her, b-u-ut it was too late.”

I froze. “What? Where is she?” I said with panic.

“We are at Searcy Hospital, boss. You got to come now ? —”

“I’m already on the way!”

I don’t even remember thinking from there until I made it through those hospital doors. Nurses, doctors and a bunch of familiar faces where all over but I didn’t give a fuck because I was only searching for hers. I spotted the security guard that was assigned to her and grabbed him by his shirt.

“Where the fuck is she? How did you let this happen?” I growled, angrily.

“Excuse me sir, are you the family of Ms. Delano?”

“It’s MRS, muthafucka. She’s my wife!”

“Yes sir, I apologize for that, sir. Mrs. Delano came in with a gunshot wound to her upper torso. We tried to do everything we could, but she’d lost too much blood by the time she made it in ? —”

“She dead?” I asked, silently praying that he would say yes but the sympathetic look he gave let me know that it was true.

“I’m deeply sorry for your loss sir. I’ll give you some time to figure out ? —”

“My son… where’s my son?”

“Daddy!” Marcus cried out as he walked out of the waiting room and spotted me. My legs gave out at the same time he made it to me. I dropped to my knees, grabbing him and wrapping my arms around him.

“Daddy, there was a bad man with a gun in the store. Mommy told me to go in the bathroom and hide and wait for you. Is mommy ok, daddy?”

His little hand was pressed to my chest, waiting for me to tell him that everything was alright.

That mommy was just in another room, and we could go see her soon.

He was waiting for me to lie… but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t lie to him this time. My mouth opened but no words came out.

My throat felt tight like it was clamping shut on every breath.

I could barely see him through the tears clouding my vision.

I wrapped him tighter in my arms and kissed the top of his head.

“No, son,” I finally whispered. “She’s not okay.”

His little body jerked like I’d hit him. Like he knew exactly what that meant.

“No...” he cried, the word dragging out of his throat in a broken sob that shatter me all over again.

I held him there on the cold hospital floor, rocking both of us like that would somehow rewind time and undo the nightmare we’d just stepped into.

Isabella… the love of my life was gone. My baby boy was shaking, trying to hold it in, trying to be strong like me and it made me hate myself because strength didn’t save her.

My strength meant nothing now. I was one of the best cold-blooded killers in the world and I couldn’t even protect her from being killed.

From being murdered in cold blood. I failed her.

It took me thirty minutes to calm Marcus down and get him to sleep so that I could go see her.

I handed him over to a nurse that offered to watch him while we were there.

I’d already dismissed security, promising to kill him just as soon as I left him for letting this happen.

The room was cold when I stepped in. She laid there covered in a white sheet up to her collarbone, her skin was pale, and she looked at peace.

I took one step, then another, until I was standing beside her.

My hand hovered, then settled on hers. Her body was still slightly warm from the blood that had just stopped flowing through her body.

Her ring was still on. I dropped my head and kissed her knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, Isa.” My voice cracked. “I promised to always protect you. I promised to keep you safe and I failed. ?Cómo puedo seguir con la vida sin ti en ella, mi amor?”

I sat in the room holding her hand for what felt like hours before a nurse came in with pity in her eyes and told me they needed to move her to the morgue for an autopsy.

I leaned down, kissed her forehead, then gently pulled the sheet back over like she was just sleeping.

My chest felt like it was cracked wide open, but I didn’t shed a tear.

When I walked out of that room, I left the old Gideon behind.

The man she knew… the man she loved, died right there beside her.

From that moment on, I wasn’t her Gideon.

I was vengeance wrapped in flesh. A walking storm with nothing but rage in my heart and a vow to never rest…

not until I found the muthafucka who took her from us.

Present Day

I lit a cigar and leaned back on my chair, blowing the smoke out towards the ceiling.

The flashbacks of Isabelle lingered like an old wound that would never close.

That day had changed everything. One minute, I had a family, a purpose…

a reason to walk away from this dark lifestyle.

The next, I was cold and numb inside. Her death carved a hole through my soul and filled it with vengeance.

I didn’t just lose my wife… I had lost the light that kept me human and when I held Marcus that night at the hospital, I made a silent vow.

Whoever took Isabella from me would pay in blood.

It took years, but a few months back, the truth had finally surfaced.

One of the investigator I had on payroll—Guzman, called me with a breakthrough in my wife’s cold case.

He said that a DNA match popped in the system from the evidence at the robbery scene.

I remember sitting in the exact spot in my office when he told me.

“Gideon… we found the son of a bitch. The guy who shot your wife. His name is Clifton Carter.”