Seven Days: A young black woman makes a deal with a mob boss. (34 page)

"Hey baby," Victoria said, smiling at him. She loved the pure animalistic expression on his face. Well, for those games, he'd have to wait.
"Like what you see?" Victoria asked, slowly spinning around, with a spoon in her hand as she licked the white chocolate from her fingers. The contrast was not lost on him, as his mouth parted.
"Oh, yeah," Nic whispered. 
"Well, tonight...we'll call underwear night," she said, as she cleaned off her hands and walked toward. She immediately kneeled, and Nic closed his eyes on instinct. But instead of doing what he...well, hoped, she unbuckled his belt, yanked his pants down and stood back up. Then she removed his tie, jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt.
Nic stepped out of the pants puddle by his ankles. Once everything else was removed, including socks and shoes, he stood there in his black boxer briefs.
Victoria grabbed his hand and led him into the living room and over to the couch, the only piece of furniture they had in the room. 
Nic couldn't help but stare at her ass as she swayed her hips back and forth in front of him. 
"Okay, you sit down right here," Victoria said, patting the sofa. When Nic sat down, she straddled his lap.
"I have something I want to give you," she whispered.
"Is it this?" Nic said, reaching down to stroke his fingers between her legs. "Because if it is, I'll be the happiest man in the world."
Victoria giggled and pulled his hand away. "No."
Nic couldn't stop touching her. He wanted to plaster his lips all over her body, along with his hands and other body parts. He buried his face into her neck, and pulled down one of her bra straps.
"Wait, wait, Nic," she said, trying to stop his roaming hands over her breasts, but he wasn't making it easy. He felt so damn good, and he lightly pinched her nipples through the lacy barrier.
"Nic, uh, stop. I want to give you something first," Victoria said, pushing him back. He finally leaned back and sighed.
Victoria reached under one of the sofa pillows and pulled out a thin rectangular shaped gift, wrapped in bright yellow paper. She could barely contain her smile as she gave it to him.
"What the hell?" Nic muttered as he looked at it, then back at her.
"Open," she said, still beaming from ear to ear.
Nic stared at his wife, then started to remove the paper from the gift. He could feel it was hard, and more than likely a book. Once the last shred of bright yellow was removed, Nic flipped the book over.
"Goodnight Moon," he said, then looked up at Victoria with quizzical eyes.
Victoria smiled, "That was the first book my mom read to me as a baby."
Nic looked down at it. "Yeah, my mom too, but--," then Victoria felt his body jump underneath her. His head snapped to her face and his eyes were wide. He quickly looked down at her stomach and then back up to her face.
"Are you--"
"Yes," Victoria whispered, her eyes searching his back and forth for any disappointment. Luckily, she didn't see any.
"Are you sure, I mean ha—have you actually been to th—the doctor," Nic rushed out. Victoria laughed. That was the first time she had ever heard him stutter over his words. Normally he was never taken off guard either.
"Yes. She confirmed it. Are you happy?" Victoria asked, biting her bottom lip.
"Am I happy?" Nic asked incredulously. Of course he was! He could barely think straight. They were going to have a baby. A little tiny person who they would have to take care of. Holy shit!
"Have you told anyone else?"
"No. Just you. I wanted you to be the first," Victoria said, leaning toward him for a kiss. But in that moment, Nic's lust took over. He pushed her back and gently moved them from the sofa to the cushioned carpeted floor. 
The way he felt at the moment, he didn't have time to waste removing anymore clothing. He rolled over on his back and pulled her with him until she rested on top. He pulled down the top of her bra, until her full heaving tits rested over the top. He leaned up and gently licked and nipped at the hard buds. Victoria pushed his underwear down, as his dick finally sprung free. He moved her thin, almost see-through panties to the side and slowly lowered her down onto his waiting member. Both of them sighed in unison.
Even though they had already made love early that morning before he left, he just couldn't get enough of her. And now hearing that she was pregnant with his child, just caused a jolt of horniness to travel down through his body, settling in lower region.
Victoria leaned her head back as she rocked her hips smoothly over his, loving the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of her stretched pussy. His large warm hands grabbed her tits and massaged them, causing her body to respond by rocking faster.
"Mmm, damn Nic."
Oh, her body was gripping his dick so tightly, he knew he wasn't going to last as long as he normally did. But truthfully he had been worked up from the moment he saw her standing in the kitchen. His dick had started hurting, he was getting so hard.
Victoria leaned down to kiss him as she felt the scalp tingling sensation and she started to orgasm.
"Oh, Nic...Nic, ugh," she mumbled as her body shook, and her eyes rolled back.
Nic held his wife's back tighter, squeezing her soft breasts against his chest, while he pushed deep inside her and came.
After a few moments, Victoria finally spoke. "Damn, that was...it was...," she said, searching for the right word.
"Astounding, mind-blowing, incredible and a million other adjectives that my brain is too tired to think of."
"Exactly," Victoria huffed out, a little out of breath from their workout.
"I'm going to be a father," Nic said, more to himself than her. He still couldn't believe it. He had wanted it...the night he threw out her pills, but fuck that wasn't that long ago. He had to thank his father for his good little swimmers he thought with a smirk.

"Everything is going to change for us. Or at least that's what people say," Victoria said.
"I'm ready for it," Nic said, praying that he really was and that the dark cloud he was feeling would go away for good.
Victoria stared at the computer screen. She knew that Nic and Marianna might be against it, but she really did want to take some online classes...and who knows, maybe go back to work. And it wasn't that she didn't appreciate a break from her ten straight years of working, but it still felt awkward to not have to report somewhere at a certain time. She knew taking care of a family could be a full-time job in itself, but it never hurt anyone to still take a few business classes. 
Besides, a small part of her did miss putting in an honest day's work. She was sure she was crazy, because many of the women she knew would probably think her life was a dream. And it was...she had to admit. Nic was all that she could have imagined and more as a husband. He still carried the same edge as a business man that frightened and turned her on, but he also was more loving and caring than ever. And he smiled. Not the huge cheesy grins, but he did manage genuine smiles for her every morning and every night. Yes, she did have a wonderful life. But she was confident that her husband would be understanding and would accept any decision she made regarding furthering her education. 
Victoria turned off the computer and walked into the kitchen to wash off some dishes she had purchased the day before, when out of the corner of her eye she saw something and screamed. She quickly covered her mouth and ducked down behind the counter. Then she heard a small tap, and she looked over the counter top to find Detective Marsh staring at her, tapping his keys on the sliding glass doors leading out to their patio.
Victoria immediately righted herself and walked over to the door. She slid it open only enough to speak to him.
"Detective Marsh, what are you doing in my back yard?"
"Oh, is this the back yard...I had no idea," he said in his smug voice. "Nic home?"
"No."
"I'll wait for him."
"Well, have fun out there," Victoria said, closing the door, right as Marsh stuck his hand through and pushed it back open.
"I'll wait inside, if you don't mind," he said, pushing his body through the door. Marsh looked around and then pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket. "Do you know what this is?" he said, waving it in Victoria's face.
"No."
"It's a search warrant for this house."
Victoria didn't know what to do. There was nothing that she knew of that Nic shouldn't have in their house. She decided to call Nic to warn him about Marsh.
She turned to leave the kitchen when she heard Marsh speak.
"I wouldn't go warning him if I were you...your phones are tapped and that wouldn't look good for you."
Was he bluffing? Victoria turned back around. "I was going to the bathroom, if you don't mind. And why are our phones tapped."
"Sure you were," Marsh stated flatly. "And that's classified."
Victoria placed her hands on her hips. "But maybe I should call him. Because if you're going to search our house, he needs to be here," Victoria said.
"Nah, I'm not going to check your house. Nic's too smart to keep anything here, am I right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't. Like you don't know that Nic had ties to a criminal underground. Or that he sold weapons illegally, along with other unauthorized technology. And that he killed people."
"That's not stuff that my husband would have been involved in," Victoria said. She really didn't know what else to say, but she knew Marsh was smart. He was probably keeping a mental record of everything she said to use against her.
Marsh continued to stare at her. His eyes raked over her body again in that dirty, lustful gaze that she hated. Like he was imagining what she looked like underneath her clothes. Luckily she had on more than a robe like the last time she was with him, but just barely. She had opted for a pair of shorts and a tank top due to the heat and cleaning their massive house.
"Every time I see you, you seem to do better and better. One moment you're working at Calamity's Bar and Grill, the next he has you staying at some swanky hotel, and now you're here in this large house with a pool and everything. You must be doing something right," he said, grinning at her. 
Victoria narrowed her eyes at him. She couldn't stand this cocky asshole! She knew what he was insinuating and she refused to bite.
Instead, she walked over the sink and started loading their dishwasher with the new dishes. She heard Marsh move around the counter and stand closer to her. Victoria just decided the best thing to do would be to ignore him until Nic came home, which would hopefully be soon.
Victoria saw him shuffle through the baby magazines that she had left on the counter. Fuck.
"So...he finally put a bun in the oven. How far along are you?"
"None of your business," Victoria replied, not bothering to look at him.
"You know," he started, standing awfully close to her, "Nic and I aren't so different. I mean, granted I'm an upstanding, law-abiding citizen, and he's a criminal who sold illegal material to the scum of the earth...but I like to think we have similar taste, you know?"
Victoria decided to just ignore him. She rinsed out more dishes then loaded them into the dishwasher.
"Who knows, maybe you and I would have gotten together under different circumstances."
Victoria rolled her eyes, but tensed when she felt him lean closer to her.
"I mean, who knows, it could have been my kid you're carrying," Marsh whispered as he twirled one of her curls through his finger.
Victoria quickly swung around to glare at him, slinging soapy water from a cup that splattered onto his dress shirt.
"Shit!" he said, as he scooted backwards and wiped the water from his clothing. 
"You make one more comment to me like that, and so help me I'll tell my husband and he will kick your pathetic ass!" Victoria warned, pointing her finger at him.
Marsh chuckled as he grabbed a paper towel and blotted at the water stain seeping into his shirt and tie. "That wasn't very nice, Victoria."
"Fuck you."
Nic was pulling into their neighborhood, when he noticed a rental car parked awkwardly on their street. He had been involved in his old lifestyle too long to look at things like that as coincidence. He pulled up beside the car, and noticed it was empty. He got out and peeked inside. He saw a blue file sitting on the seat and at the bottom of the file written in ink was Nicolas Andretti IV.
Goddamn that asshole. What the fuck did Marsh want?!
Nic got back into his car and pulled into his driveway. He got out and entered the house, trying to calm his temper. He walked into the kitchen to find Marsh staring at Victoria. When Marsh finally noticed him, he took a noticeable step back from Victoria.
"Nic!" Victoria yelled, as she ran over to hug him. He returned her hug tightly while keeping his eyes on Marsh. After a few seconds of a stare down, Nic looked at his wife and kissed her. "Hey, baby."
He then turned to Marsh. "What the fuck do you want?"
"That's no way to greet an old friend," Marsh smiled back.
"Since you're not a friend of mine, get the fuck out of my house. You have no jurisdiction here," Nic said, holding onto Victoria.
Victoria was confused. She looked back and forth between Nic and Marsh. "But he said he had a search warrant," Victoria stated.
"He lied," Nic stated coolly, never removing his eyes from Marsh. "Now get the fuck off my property before I forget you're a cop."
Marsh stared at Nic, but decided not to call his bluff. He didn't want to push his luck since technically he was there on his forced vacation. 
He walked towards the door, but turned to look at Nic. "You may think just because they have some snot nosed kid from the FBI on your case, who doesn't know his asshole from a hole in the wall, that I've given up. I haven't...and I won't."
As soon as Marsh's foot crossed the threshold, Nic slammed the door.