Falling In (6 page)

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What if I promise you the favor might be illegal, but for the right cause.” I raise my eyebrows at him. Only work I know Viktor does is kill people. Even if that someone is a piece of shit, I’m not doing this anymore.

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Something was taken from me,” he continues. “I want her back.”

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And this ‘something’ wants you to take her back?”

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She doesn’t know I exist, but she is mine,” he states, matter-of-factly. “She has been for a while. I’ve been waiting. Someone found out she meant something to me and took her.”

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And how can I help you with that?”

“
I need your computer skills.”

“
Viktor, I’m sorry man, I just—”

“
Do you love her?” Jeanette asks suddenly.

“
She is mine.”

“
That’s not what I asked you.”

“
If I am capable of such emotion then yes, I love her.”

“
Then he’ll help you.”

Viktor just stares at her for a moment. After a beat, he reaches behind his back, pulls out a Tokarev, and hands it to her. It’s an old Soviet handgun, but something Jeanette could easily manage.

“
You see this gun? I killed my sister’s rapist with it. It took me three years to find him, and at thirteen I made my first kill with it. I give it to you. You get your revenge. I don’t care what anyone says, it will make you feel better.” With that, Viktor was gone.

“
That’s the most I’ve ever heard that man say.”

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You’re going to help him right?” she asks me, looking hopeful.

“
If you think I should, Mama, I will.”

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I do. I think he’s good…in his own way. What would you do if someone took me from you?”

I nod my answer, understanding what she’s getting at. I would pull in every favor I had to get her back. Taking the gun from her, I pull the clip back, loading a bullet in the chamber, and hand it back to her. “All you gotta do is pull the trigger,” I say, and I can see her hand shaking.

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Mama, look at me.” She meets my eyes and I can tell she’s nervous. “On the other side of that door is a monster, and he still has a little bit of a hold on you. You’re going to go into that room and take it back so that monster won’t haunt you in the dark anymore.”

“
I’m ready.”

I push open the door and see Nick strung up by ropes, his arms spread wide, his toes barely touching the floor. The gag in his mouth is covered in blood, making me think Viktor might have taken a few teeth from him. It looks like he really worked him over good. I’d bet anything he gave him a taste of rape, but I’m not going to tell Jeanette that. She might have caught on to what he alluded to, but some things are better left unsaid.

I’m not sure what I expect. I don’t know if she wants to scream at him or have it out. He raises his head, and he sees Jeanette. His eyes widen in shock and he tries to speak.

Bam!
The shot rings out in the room.

I look over and see Jeanette tucking the gun into the waistband of her jeans.

“
No point dragging it out. I was done with him a long time ago.”

JEANETTE

It’s been a week and I’m finally ready to take the test. I want to be sure before I tell Saint. Lays knows for sure. She is going to bust into a pile of glitter before I ever get the chance to tell him. I swear to God, that girl has the worst poker face. I’ve just kept my pussy on Saint’s face the past week so that she wouldn’t give away the news before I knew for sure.

So here I am, pacing in our bathroom, waiting to see what comes up. I stop and check the pregnancy test, and it’s as I suspected. Two pale blue lines stare back at me, and I feel a warm wonderful sensations grow in my chest. “I’m pregnant.”

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I knew it!”

I let out a little squeak as I’m spun around and around. “Saint! Put me down! I’m gonna be sick!” He must have sneaked in here when I was pacing, and watched to see what happened.

“
Sorry, Mama. I’m just so excited I didn’t know what else to do.”

My feet are back on the ground and I grab his arms for support. He goes down on his knees and starts kissing my belly. He sports a huge goofy grin on his face and I realize a second later that my smile mirrors his. I run my fingers through his hair and hold him close as he wraps his arms around me. We are in a bubble of love, and nothing can touch us.

“
Oh my God! I’m so happy!”

Well, except the shrill sounds of Layla’s excitement. “Easy, Lays, I don’t want to bust the baby’s eardrum.”

“
Oh, shut your mouth! I heard Saint all the way on the other side of the warehouse. I just
knew
it! I’m so excited. We can talk about babies and names and what we are going to have…and you’re not going to find out are you? Because you can’t find out! This is like the greatest surprise ever! And then we can—”

“
Get out,” Saint orders Layla, over his shoulder.

I just laugh and wait to see how Layla’s going to handle this. I look at her and she’s got the biggest pout on her face.

“
But I want to talk about babies,” she whines. It really is adorable.

Suddenly, Layla is scooped up and I see the back of Carter’s head as he carries her out of our bathroom. “This discussion will continue!” she shouts over his shoulder as he shuts our bedroom door behind him.

Saint hasn’t moved. He’s still kneeling in front of me and kissing my belly. It’s a peaceful, wonderful moment that I never knew was possible. Deep down I was always afraid to hope for this kind of love.

Suddenly, I feel Saint whisper against my belly, and then I hear him sing. Softly and sweetly, he sings to our baby, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Giant, hormonal tears start to stream down my face, and realize I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.

I look down and Saint looks up at me. “Marry me, Saint,” I whisper, because saying “I love you” isn’t enough right now. I want him and this and our baby. Forever.

“
You got it, Mama. Name the time and place, and I’m all yours.”

I lean down and kiss him with every ounce of love I have inside me. And just when I think I can’t be any happier, Saint slips a ring on my finger.

“
I’ve been waiting months for you to ask me that question,” he says with a cocky wink. He stands up, takes my face in his hands and proceeds to melt my panties off with that mouth of his.

Life is good.

“
Oh! Goddamn, Daddy, that’s it. Right there. A little harder. Oh, fuck. That’s it. Work that tongue.”

I feel his warm mouth leave my pussy and I look down in shock. “What the fuck are you doing? Get your mouth back on my pussy, Saint!”

“
Mama, you are going to let everyone out there know exactly what’s happening if you don’t keep it down.”

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I couldn’t give less of a shit, Saint. I want to cum, and it’s our wedding day. People assume this happens.”

“
I hate to break it to you, Mama, but this usually doesn’t happen…” he glances at his watch, “…five minutes before we are supposed to walk down the aisle.”

“
How else am I supposed to be a blushing bride without the glow of an orgasm? Fuck, I’m horny as shit since you knocked me up. This is your fault for looking so good in a tux, so eat my pussy real quick and I promise to behave the rest of the day.”

He gives me a mischievous grin. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” But he still moves my wedding dress aside and goes back to my pussy.

I smile to myself and get back to the edge he left me on. He starts sucking my clit. I’m so close so I can practically reach out and touch it…and then comes a loud knock on the door.

I grab the back of Saint’s head and hold my pussy against his face. “Don’t you dare move your mouth, Saint. I don’t care if the building is on fire. You’re going to finish getting me off.” I feel his muffled agreement, and then his tongue goes back to work.

I’m pregnant, hot, horny, and need to cum more than I need my next breath. I grind against Saint's face and my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and deep and I feel the liquid fire flow through my veins. Jesus, that mouth of his is sinful.

As I come down from my high, Saint climbs out from under my dress and helps put me back together. I look down and see his huge cock bulging in the front of his pants. I give him a sly smile and rub the palm of my hand over it. “We should do something about this.”

There’s another knock on the door and we both turn in time to see Lays walking in. “Living with you guys this long has some advantages. For instance, I know Jeanette just got hers, so the wedding can start. Do something about that,” she smirks and points at Saint’s pants. “And get in there. Some of us are pregnant and hungry.”

“
Hey, I’m hungry,” I say defensively, but Lays just glares at me. She’s adorable when she’s worked up.

“
Give us a second,” Saint says calmly, and Lays looks at him sternly. “Calm down, Layla. I just want one kiss before we start.”

“
Fine, but make it fast,” she orders and closes the door behind her.

I wrap my arms around Saint’s neck and he embraces me. He puts his forehead to mine and I can’t imagine a more perfect moment.

“
Okay, Big Daddy, one kiss and then we need to shake a leg.”

Saint pulls back and gets on his knees again. “What are you doing, Saint? Quit playing around. We’ve got to go. People are waiting.”

“
I said one more kiss, Mama. I didn’t say where I was going to do the kissing. Now are you gonna show me that pussy again or am I going to have to get under that dress and find it for myself?”

I look at the door and look back at Saint. I see the smug grin creep across his face, and I give in. Fuck it. This might be the most perfect wedding day ever.

EPILOGUE

Approximately five years later...

“
This is the last time, Saint. I swear to God, if you don’t get those nuts cut, I’m going to get a butter knife and do it myself.”

“
Oh, now, Mama, don’t be like that. You know you’d be just as sad hurting my cock as I would.”

That motherfucker has the guts to smile at me. Obviously they medicated him instead of me.

“
I don’t know a single man on the planet who wants to have a house full of women. Just wait until this one is old enough to start in with Erin and Sam.”