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forty-six

Daddy

Jade

My stomach is in knots from the smell of the food, and I don’t understand why I don’t feel good. Then Jameson had to open his mouth, which has my wheels turning and unfortunately, I can’t remember for the life of me when I had my period last.

It’s been a long day, and now that big mouth is home, Spade seems to be stressed the fuck out with everything. I just want to snuggle him and tell him it will be okay, but he needs to figure this out with the men in his life.

Sitting in my bed, in nothing but a red tank top and a matching thong, I wait for Dario to be done in the shower. I wanted to join him, but he declined, needing a minute to himself before we sit and talk. I’m hoping it’s something I can handle because I really want to feel him tonight. I want them all at the same time, but I know he’s been wanting time alone together, and that’s fine by me. I’m so attracted to the three of them. It's borderline out of control. I just wish I could remember more than just snippets of mute memories. I want to feel all the things. Not saying they all aren’t trying, I just wish it would happen already so I’m not constantly trying to put half ass puzzle pieces together. They never seem frustrated with me, though. I think it's more of a me thing.

Then we have the situation with Slim, Kayla and the IRA. Too much shit going on for me to concentrate on just one fucking thing. The bathroom door opening, with steam billowing out, takes me out of my thoughts as I watch Dario enter the room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and fuck if my mouth doesn’t water at the sight of him.

“Eyes up here, Kitten,” he smirks and my cheeks flame for being caught. Jesus Christ.

“Can’t help it, Big Man.” I grin, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Don’t look at me like that. I need to explain something to you and you’re making it really fucking difficult not to sink my hard cock into you. So please. Let me tell you this shit, and then we will go from there.” He pleads and I huff.

“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like this?” I question and he laughs, walking over to the closet to get dressed. Goddamnit I wanted a show, because this man has one fine ass on him. Sheesh.

“Jade, focus.” He smirks and I throw myself back on the bed.

“Well, you’re fucking distracting Dario. What do you expect me to do?” I say, covering my face with the pillow. I hear him chuckling as he crawls onto the bed, removing the pillow from my face. He leans down, placing a kiss on my lips before pulling away and sitting back against the headboard.

“Tease.” I accuse and he laughs.

“Damn, Kitten. I’ve missed you, but let’s get this over with.” He says as I sit up next to him.

Looking over at him, his eyes lock with mine and all I can see is sadness and hurt in them, then it disappears as he clears his throat.

“Long before I ever met you, my father, Armando, drew up a contract for me to be married to a woman named Marsela Abazi. The Albanian Queen.” He says, and I know exactly who he is talking about. I wonder if it's the same Armando from my mother’s journals.

“Okay, I know of her. Don’t like the bitch, but I know who she is.” I say as he shakes his head.

“Of course you don’t like her. Not many females you do like, or trust, but anyways. I never signed the contract until recently.” He says and my eyes widen.

“But I thought we were together?” I say and he takes a deep breath.

“We were originally sent here to kill you. Spade and I are our dads enforcers. Jameson is his father’s puppet, just as equally as lethal and dangerous as we are. Dalton sent us here to specifically kill you. Armando and Esteban sent us on other orders that we weren’t truly clear on until recently.” He says and I gasp.

“You wanted to kill me? Is this all a ruse? Have I been sleeping with the enemy this whole time?” I say in a panic, ready to grab my pistol and end this all.

“No, no. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, there was no way I could go through with the orders. There’s still so much to tell you that you can’t remember, but I don't know where to start with it all, but what I do know is I need to explain about Marsela. Before you lost your memories, we were in rocky shape.” He says and I nod, taking a deep breath.

“Keep going.” I say, and he smiles.

“You, my little kitten, tried to kill us in your club's warehouse after you went nuts and spiraled on snow white. You were not in a good place after what D’mitri did and all the information you found out. Some of which being that we killed your mother, which is now complete bullshit and I still don’t understand.” He says holding his head.

“Wait, I was under the impression that the three of you killed my mother?” I say and he nods.

“Yes, the Halloween dance, you were sent a video of the murder. The three of us were thirteen and were forced to kill your mother, along with ours.” he admits and my eyes widen.

“That’s some heavy fucking shit.” I say and he grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Between all of us, everything has been fucking heavy. But it’s only when we're together with you, do we feel whole again.” He admits. Damn, there really is so much I don’t know and my brain is ready to spin any moment.

“So I tried to kill you all? And then what?” I ask.

“You left us in a burning building with Spade chained to the ceiling. So, after you walked away, I declared to be done with you and I signed the contract to marry another woman.” He confesses and my heart jumps in my chest.

“Wow, I really made a fucking mess. What the fuck is wrong with me? If I loved you guys so much, why would I want to kill you all?” I say as tears form in my eyes.

“Jade, you were coked out of your mind, Jameson said you were shooting up, too. You were not in the right headspace.” He says, which isn’t good enough for me. It’s just another excuse of my own destruction.

“Don’t make it sound easy, Dario. I’m a mess. I’ve always been a mess. Don’t make excuses for my destruction and hurt. How can any of you still want me?” I ask, but he grabs my face, cupping my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him.

“Because we fucking love you. No matter how much shit has gone on, and how much we have all hurt one another, we fucking love you, and not a thing in this world is going to separate us from you.” He whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

“But you’re marrying someone else.” I say as I let the tears drop.

“No, I’m not. That psycho bitch had something to do with your memory loss and she went nuts trying to be you. She dressed up like you and was killed right before you came home.” He confesses.

“Jesus, she was that obsessed?” I ask, and he nods.

“She-she raped me a few times. Had men hold me down and do things to me, things I’m not ready to say out loud just to get my dick hard for her. She wanted an heir so bad that she took extreme measures to get exactly what she wanted.” He says, his eyes cast down like he’s ashamed of himself.

Bringing my hands up to his scruffy face, I make him look at me as I rub my cheek along his short beard before pulling away.

“Never be ashamed of your trauma. She’s lucky she’s already dead because I would’ve loved to do that for you.” I say, and he grins.

“Oh yeah? You’d kill a bitch for me, Kitten?” He says and I nod.

“Absolutely. Never question that, Dario.” I say, and he smiles.

“That’s not all,” he says and I shake my head, raising my brow.

“She was pregnant with twins. I’m not sure how true it is. But her family is blaming me for her murder, which I didn't do. So that's the reason I’ve been walking with a cane. They jumped me and beat the shit out of me. It was fucking ridiculous.” He says and I pull him closer to me as I place a soft kiss on his neck, causing his body to litter with goosebumps.

“And the flesh wound?” I ask as he shudders, looking up in his eyes, he pleads with me, but I need to know.

“Tell me, and I’ll tell you anything you need to know about Ireland.” I say but he shakes his head.

“You were gone, I was stuck in the contract and I wanted out. I wanted to be with you, and if you were dead, then I was too. So I took your pistol to my head and pulled the trigger, except for some odd reason the chamber was jammed. Spade walked in at the right moment and shot me which caused me to drop the gun and it finally shot into your bed.” He says as my heart drops out of my chest and tears pour from my eyes.

“Hey, I may not fucking remember you, but the heart beating in my chest doesn’t ever want to hear that shit again. I’m glad Spade was here to save the day because it would kill me to arrive home and never get to know who you were.” I say, brushing my lips against his as he wipes my tears from my cheeks. He deepens the kiss, laying me on my back as he sucks my lips into his mouth.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him against me so I can feel how hard he is for me. He flexes his hips and slowly rocks against my core as he grips my hair, trailing kisses down the side of my neck. I moan, sinking my nails into his back.

“Dario. Please. I need more.” I beg, and he pulls back.

“You still want me after all I’ve said?” He asks.

“The fact that you were man enough to tell me, knowing I could kick you to the curb, means more to me than what has already happened despite how I felt. We are here now. She’s gone. Are you willing to take a chance on us and work on rebuilding what we once had or even something new?” I ask and he smiles, kissing me until I can’t fucking breathe.

“Was that your answer, Big Man?” I say and he nods.

“Words, Dario. I need your consent,” I say with a grin.

“Yes.” He says as he pulls my tank top down, spilling out my tits.

“I want you and only you.” He breathes as he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue.

“Then prove it.” I challenge as his eyes snap to mine. He growls, reaching down between my legs and ripping my thong from my body in one swift pull. The ripping of the fabric leaves marks against my thighs and I moan as he sinks his fingers into my wet pussy.

“Fuck, Jade. So tight, Kitten.” He groans, lifting my leg higher as he plays with my pussy like a fucking fiddle.

“Please Dario. Fill me. Let me fucking feel you.” I beg as he flicks his thumb against my pierced clit, causing my body to shiver.

“Always so responsive Kitten, Daddy loves when you purr for him.” He says and the word ‘Daddy’ triggers something deep inside my fucking soul. It’s not a vision, it’s a whole fucking feeling, like the man above me belongs just where he is and that I belong to him. So what do I do? I surrender to him. I reach down and slide my hand into his sweats, gripping his pierced cock.

“Shit, Kitten, I’ve fucking missed you.” He shivers as I run my nails down his length.

“Mmm, baby. I need to be inside you.” He moans as I slide his pants over his luscious ass. He lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly rolls his hips as he enters me inch by fucking inch. I gasp at the feel of him, the feel of his ladder milking my walls as I tighten around him. My whole body damn near convulses once he’s fully seated in me.

“Look at me, Kitten,” he commands and my eyes snap up to his.

“You feel that, baby? You feel how fast our hearts are beating? How fucking hard I am for you and how soaked you are for me?” He asks and I swallow thickly with how intimate he makes this feel, how he makes me feel.

“Yes, yes I feel it all. We’re meant to be in this moment together. Just me and you.” I pant as he bites his bottom lip, thrusting slowly in and out of my wet pussy. He starts to pick up the pace as I continue to tighten around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, digging my nails into this chest.

“Fuck, Dario. You feel so fucking good. Fuck.” I moan, as he slams hard into me, gripping my hips tightly.

“I fucking love these thick hips, baby. You make me want to fill you already and watch you walk around here pregnant with my babies.” He groans and I whimper, tightening around him.

“Is that what you want, Kitten? You want me to fill you with my babies?” He growls, slamming into me harder.

“Fuck, that dirty mouth. You’re going to make me cum, Big Man.” I quiver as he pulls all the way out just to slam all the way back in.

“Yes, Kitten. Cum, baby, let me feel you squeeze that tight little cunt around my cock.” He groans, pulling at both my nipples and rolling them with his thumbs. My back arches off the bed as my cunt begins to ripple, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast.

“Just like that Kitten. Tighter, baby. Come on, I know you got one more for Daddy.” He commands as he continues to roll my nipple with one hand and roll my clit with the other. I scream my release as my body shatters and tightens around his cock so fucking tight. Splashing sounds are all you hear as he cums with a roar, spilling his load deep inside me. His body jerks as he makes sure to leave every last drop inside me.

Leaning on his elbows, he rubs his nose against mine and kisses me slowly for god knows how long. It’s not until he’s hard again that we fuck, and fuck, and fuck, until he’s stretched every hole and filled me to the brim.