Page 27 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

J aneiro

Whenever my son Enzo expressed his thoughts, you could bet your ass he’d tell the truth. Enzo never lied. A drunken tongue had nothing on him.

If you could trust anyone to give blunt honesty, it would be him. I killed the engine to my car. I had slowed down the number of assassinations I performed. I had kids now, and I didn't want to miss out on precious moments or leave a heavy load on Erie.

What I did change was the location of my hits.

I didn’t take any more local jobs. All my contract kills were out of the country.

In addition to that, whenever I had to leave the country, Navy made sure to put a security detail on my family.

That man was as thorough and skilled as they came.

Now that my kids weren’t babies anymore, I didn’t hide what I did for a living from them.

They knew the basics, and that was more than enough.

I quickly ran around to their teachers’ back door and picked the lock. It was a piece of cake. When I stepped inside, the putrid smell of old food and overflowing garbage hit my nose instantly. Shit! I swept the kitchen and living room, but no one was present.

Steadily, I walked up the stairs, twisting the silencer on my gun. If for a second anybody thought I wouldn’t dead that nigga, then somebody had life fucked up. I stopped outside the room where I heard the loud television.

The sounds of moans and groans made my stomach turn.

Those sounds were undeniably related to porn.

I peeped through the crack in the door, and that fucking fat pervert jerked his dick to kiddie porn.

It was just like I expected it. Enzo never lied.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I crept inside his room and popped his ass in the head with the butt of the gun.

“Oww! Fuck! What the hell is going on? Take anything that you want, just don’t kill me. I have forty-five hundred dollars stashed under the bed in a brown shoe box. Just please don’t kill me, man!” he begged and cried.

“Oh, I’m not in the stealing business.” I snarled as I pulled up my face mask.

His eyes widened from the recognition.

“Mr. Terelli? W-why are you here?” he stuttered.

“I see you have a thing for little girls. Naturally, I ran a background check on you before I arrived, and lo and behold, I hit the jackpot. You’ve been arrested on three counts of child pornography under three different aliases, Devin Ranks. Mr. Wilson is just another alias.”

“I swear, man—”

“Shut the fuck up. You will never get a chance to harm my daughter or anybody else’s for that matter. Like I said earlier, I’m not in the stealing business, but I am in the killing business.”

I smiled menacingly and pumped three shots in his head and three to his groin.

I threw papers on his dead body and jogged down the stairs and turned on the gas.

It would be like I was never here. I flicked my lighter, tossed it on the stove, and the house went up in a blaze.

Maybe in his next life, the nigga would do better.

I climbed in my car and hauled ass to my home.

Tiredly, I walked up the stairs to my room. Erie was asleep in the same position I left her in. I turned on the shower water, removed my clothes, and climbed in. While I scrubbed the night’s events off me, I thought about when I’d retire.

It wouldn’t be any time soon. I still had enough strength and agility in me to remove a few more monsters from this Earth, but maybe in a few years, I’d retire from everything and spend the rest of my life in Erie’s garden with her. That sounded like the life.

I dried off thoroughly and crept in bed, taking my place right behind my wife.

“You took care of him, didn’t you?” Erie quizzed.

I should’ve known she’d wake up when she didn’t feel me. Erie and I slept better when we could feel the warmth from each other’s bodies. I kissed her wild curls and her neck, and she turned to me.

“Yes, I did. You already knew I would. I would have been a fool not to, Bella.”

“I hear you, Ro. In no way am I arguing with you. You always do what’s necessary to protect our family.”

“I told you from jump that I will always protect you all. Thank you for having faith in me.”

“Ro, I always will.”

I kissed down her neck before I climbed on top of her, prompting her to spread her legs.

“Big papa need some loving now.”

Erie wrapped her thick thighs around my waist. I looked at the alarm clock on her side of the table, and the time was 1:45 a.m. Today was the day. I grinned, gazing into her eyes.

“Happy anniversary, Bella.”

I slammed into her wet and tight pussy, filling her up with every inch I had.

“Fuck, Ro! Happy anniversary, big papa,” she moaned, embracing my slow and deep strokes. This was how you were supposed to bring in your anniversary.

Janeiro

Four Years Later

Sicily

I sat in Erie’s garden and watched as she planted another row of cabbage. She loved some damn cabbage, but so did I. Four years had gone by, and I kept my word to myself. I retired from killing, my tailor shop, and the cleaners.

I hired efficient managers to run my businesses properly. Erie followed suit and did the same thing. Her café was still successful. She hired two managers for the café and two for the lounge.

When our affairs were in order, we packed up and moved to my hometown in Sicily. I made sure my wife and kids had dual citizenship so we could go back and forth. The kids were now eleven, and they enjoyed spending time with their Sicilian side of the family.

Here, they learned more about their heritage. Three years ago, I had our home built. Our kids could literally walk out the door and walk to their aunts’, uncles’, and cousins’ homes. Not only that, but we could see them playing.

There were cameras, sensory lights, and security equipment inside and outside my home. It granted me the peace and security I needed. Currently, the kids were at Aunt Bianca’s home, so I kept Erie company. I sipped my wine and gazed at her fat ass.

Her body was fuller, thicker, and way curvier after eleven years. I loved me a full-figured woman—this one in particular.

I craved Erie like a fiend with a habit. I wanted her morning, noon, and night. Even during the days we didn’t get along, I still only wanted my wife because no other woman would do. I tossed back the remnants of my wine and set the glass down.

My dick was hard as hell. Erie knew exactly what she did to me, wearing that little ass cropped top and tiny boy shorts. The way her cheeks hung from the lower part of her shorts had me salivating.

Erie’s sun-kissed skin glistened under the sun. The sunscreen she used did her skin well. She leaned forward and patted the dirt space that held her seeds. When her ass started to jiggle, that was my undoing. I walked from the patio, leaving a trail of my clothes from where I started and stopped.

“Bella,” I called out to her, stroking my dick.

She turned and grinned at the sight of me. “I see somebody misses me.”

She removed her gloves and seductively crawled to me. Erie took my dick in her mouth and down her throat in one swift swallow. My head fell back, and I gripped her curls firmly.

“Fuck, Bella. Just like that.” I motivated her.

Her tongue rolled over my tip when she needed a break, but it wasn't for long. I now enjoyed oral sex. It was crazy how I looked forward to it. Nobody pleased me like my wife.

When Erie massaged my dick while she sucked and swallowed, it made my knees buckle. I needed to feel her before I came. Gently, I slipped out of her mouth and coached her on her back. I snatched down her top, exposing her full and heavy titties. Then I ripped her little shorts off her.

This was the first time we had sex outside, and from the looks of things, it wouldn't be our last. I was thankful for the privacy fences I had installed around our home. My hand toyed with her pussy, and she was soaking and warm.

Erie was just how I loved her. She stayed wet for me. I placed her legs on my shoulders and took her fine ass to pound town.

“Ooh, big papa. Fuck me just like that!” she squealed.

Erie’s titties bounced around like a round of applause. She had me mesmerized. I couldn’t look anywhere else but at her. Every time I gave her a long, deep stroke, she squeezed her pussy muscles, taking me further in her web like I was her prey.

“Oh shit, Ro. I’m about to cum!”

She pumped against me harder. All she did was pull my nut from me like she was a magician.

“Damn, baby. You got the best pussy in the world. Fuck, girl.”

I pounded harder and faster in Erie until my body calmed down. I relaxed on the plush green grass and pulled her partially on top of me.

“Thank you, Bella.”

“For what, love?” she probed, out of breath.

She intertwined our fingers. Her thick leg draped daintily over my pelvis, and I loved the pressure from her full body.

“You gave me hope. Hope was never on the menu. It is now. You walked into my life and changed it completely. We never talked about this, but there were so many times suicide sounded like the perfect ending to my life’s story. In so many ways, you said hell naw and gave me multiple reasons to live.

“I can’t thank you enough for that, Bella. I’ll always feel indebted to you. I know you would disapprove of me saying that, but it’s how I feel. I really do owe you my life.”

She raised her head and rested her chin on my chest.

“You are entitled to your feelings, baby. If you feel like you owe me, then I won’t say you’re wrong because no one knows your feelings like you do.

From my perspective, you don’t owe me a damn thing, Janeiro.

You have fulfilled and elevated my life in every aspect.

We don’t owe each other anything but love, respect, and trust.

“You and I deserve this kind of unconditional love. Now, continue to embrace it so we can spend more years together. ’Til death do us part.

“’Til death do us part.”

I pulled her completely onto my body and kissed her forehead.

“You are absolutely right.”

I slapped her ass and indulged in her sweet lips again. I may have started as a bad boy, but my life would end as a husband, proud dad, and man that was so grateful for his new life.

The End