corrupted

Giacomo Costello

I hold tight to the tiny, shivering body, nuzzling the golden locks loving the scent of lavender mixed with my soap some soldiers were unable to look at the mangled body inside the box I sent Giovanni as a gift, my bella wife had a brilliant idea filling my chest with pride to see my rose blooming into beautiful black petals. I managed to fix the thought on playing our game even with the concern in the face of fear for the kidnapping of Bianca, Theo and Tip in the same way that they arrived invading the door of the apartment together with Diana gone crazy, they returned to Texas in the jet with the objective of being ready at the very moment that Giovanni opened his mouth with something useful, the unfortunate man did nothing but gloat over dinner. However, what a surprise to feel the small hand smoothing my suit, and when I got into the car to follow Enrico with Giusseppe at the wheel, I found the damn cell phone in the inside pocket. Not even Diana had been able to imagine such an ending for Giovanni, and pride stamped into genuine joy at the idea of Giulia, rushing to put the plan into play, delivering the package, luring him out of the house, picking up all the papers and leaving pictures of Vincenzo at a compromising little party while he helped load the women into the containers, how she got that shit, I don't know, never mind, you don't win a war without having cards up your sleeve and apparently my manipulative little sister has a deck .
I release her from my arms wiping my cheeks being attracted by the calm touch pulling my fingers down the hall, past another receptionist entering the other hand pulls the doorknob and the first sight I have is able to harden my cock, Giovanni as vulnerable as he left my wife for years, blue eyes burning with hate and only sighs escaping from her mouth. I finish entering the room by turning the key, while my girl sits under the bed and it's the first fucking time I feel this strange connection between us, the missing part, just for that reason I don't take her away from him waiting for his movements.
I lean my body against the bedroom window closing the curtains, she crosses her legs analyzing the delicate nails that she was forced to cut so as not to run the risk of leaving marks on the miserable ones now grow perfect to sink into my shoulders, her left hand going down to belly protectively caressing the small mound.
- Fratello, which hurts more, knowing I'm a Costello or knowing that the De Angelis name is going to be erased?!
He snorts through clenched teeth his eyes dropping to her belly in a clear hint, it doesn't bother one bit, even if this bambino looks like Vincenzo I'll give him what I wasn't able to give to the father it won't make any difference to the our other children.
- Ahhh the baby? - She sighed dreamily, my wife really deserves an Oscar.- Doing the math calmly, I received that hormone injection exactly 63 days ago.
I raised an eyebrow at her precision, her eyes shining, making her look vengeful more exciting.
- He's a husband, I'm obsessed with dates. - I shake my head at his smile. - It would take precisely twenty-one days for a woman with infertility to have the first attempt.
She swings her legs like a child at an amusement park, while the target of her rage keeps his gaze fixed on her waiting for completion.
- I need to say fratello, my husband's doctor.. - She speaks slowly only to see his face turning red. - He did all the tests, and he knows that I'm healthy enough for the injection to just speed up my ovulation.
For a moment trying to follow what says more than that trying to go back sixty-three days in my memory to follow the little one's reasoning, but it's impossible.
- Honey, how many times did you come that day?
The well-manicured eyebrows rise along with the Puss in Boots smile, Giovanni tries to say something but nothing comes out but a growl, I walk towards my light passing my hand around his waist and loving reading between the lines deep in his gaze, the feeling of recognition, belonging and the fucking truth stamped in our eyes.
- Hmmm while we fucked out on top of the couch in my office?
His laugh echoes through the room, small hands smoothing his suit and suddenly it's just the two of us, cheeks flushed and shyness always there, looking down and then resuming our contact.
- I came twice buried deep in her pussy.
I answer, breaking the silence, seeing his chest rise and the hairs standing on end as he licks his bottom lip.
- The doctor said that when the woman cums it helps the uterus contract for conception and I remember cumming a lot, he said the baby is more likely to be yours as it was eight days after the injection.
I feel the chest missing a beat smoothing the red cheek tracing the way to the neck admiring the reddish cleavage exposed in the blue dress. Heels adorning delicate feet, biting her lips waiting for an answer, which did not exist. I have no words to consider not being the father of this child, parents care, love, educate everything that mine were not and I intend to be.
- This child is mine even if my blood does not flow in his veins, this baby will carry my last name, Costello.
I speak the last name calmly turning to face the dying man with the wide, red eyes and the mouth foaming in fury, the monitor beeps becoming a perfect song for the moment. I rest my head on top of the small shoulder loving the smell that only she has, the small fingers curling in the strands tracing a path to my neck.
When I look up into his eyes, I understand what he wants, and I'd be a motherfucker not to grant my pregnant wife's wishes.
- Giovanni, my daughter is called Anna and she will call my husband father.
I smile with pleasure listening to her bragging about our daughter, defending our children.