SIXTY-THREE

Kamilla Lopez

I listen to the noise of the wind, my eyes receive the morning sunlight. I stretch out on the bed and open my eyes, I face the room I'm in, my reasoning soon recovered. I got up from the bed with still blurred vision, I looked at my body, it was covered by the wedding dress. My memories are still fuzzy, everything happened so fast, Nick surprised me with that white cloth pressed to my nose and I passed out.

I walked around the room, it's the same one I went to sleep in when he kidnapped me. I tried to remove the dress from my body, I was feeling suffocated with it, I couldn't do it alone. I hear the bedroom door open, I see him enter. His cold, dangerous blue eyes stare at me, every muscle in me clenching in his presence. Nick remains in front of the door, looking at me with hatred and desire, when he looks at the dress on my body, he speaks ironically:

— I see the young lady is awake.— when passing through the door he locks it, he walked through the room until he approached me, I instantly took steps back. — Aren't you going to say anything, little doll?—

— Nick, I know you're mad.

— Oh no, my angel, I'm not mad. I'm furious, I'm angry that you were about to marry that bastard! he yelled with a death glare on me.

— B— but I wasn't going to get married!— I said in a shaky voice. — Bianca was going to help me escape, I asked her to find a gun and and — he cut me off.

— Stupid plan!— Even though you didn't get married because she gave you some sense, you believed lies without proof!

— You do not understand! I said in tears. — I never imagined that Dona Carolina would tell me lies.

Nick moves closer to me, his jaw set, his serious expression not gone from his face.

— You're too naive, you believe in people just because they've been falsely kind to you. That disgusting old woman is not called Carolina, but Gabriele Romano, she was the one who killed your mother, who took you away from your family and threw you into an orphanage!

Thick, hot tears roll down my cheeks, Nick's words are cruel to hear, sobs escape my lips.

— You can't be telling the truth.

— You'd rather believe people who were plotting against you than believe me just because I'm a leader of a criminal organization.

— Nick.... — he doesn't let me finish, with his body leaning against mine, he presses and immobilizes me with his arms, staring at me angrily, he continued:

— We're not so different, baby doll. You're the daughter of an Italian mobster, a little princess of Cosa Nostra, but I'll tell you my angel, you'll meet your daddy, but remember, not even he will take you away from me, you're mine! The wife of the king of the underworld.

With that, he took me in an urgent and punishing kiss, I took my hands to his chest trying to push him away, but it was useless, Nick was stronger than me. He pulled away abruptly and looked at the dress, grabbed the piece and pondered angrily:

— You won't need it, after all, you're already on your honeymoon.

Nick violently pulled the wedding dress, my breasts were exposed, I quickly tried to cover myself, but Nick took my arm and pulled me to his body, I stared at him scared:

— You are mine, my girl, my angel, I am the only man who will ever have you, who will ever touch your body.

He dragged me to the bed and threw me on it, before I thought about getting up, Nick climbed on top of me and pinned my wrists against the mattress, he got between my legs, took my lips, said between kisses:

— My girl, how I've missed you.

— Nick, you're hurting me....

— I almost went crazy without you, knowing I was in danger, my love, mibela....

His words disconcerted me, I missed him, I missed the warmth of his body, his kisses, his possession. Yes, I know he is a dangerous man, but I love him and accept him for who he is.

— I missed you too, Nick. — He said, his body went rigid with what I said, he pulled away from my lips and looked at me with hate:

— Treacherous liar.

With that, Nick grabbed the delicate lingerie and ripped it from my body, I was startled by the way he did it, I tried to intervene, but he was irate with rage.

— It doesn't have to be like this, Nick, please let's talk.

— I don't want to hear your voice, Kamilla, but groans!

Holding my wrists with just one hand, I listened to the rustle of his pants, his penis came out and without delay, he penetrated me deeply. An anguished, delirious moan escaped my lips, our breaths heaving together. Nick loosened the grip on his hands and started to fuck me hard, his muscles contracting on top of me, I heard his hoarse and wanting moans escape his mouth.

— Come on my girl, tell me you missed me, that you missed my dick in your pussy. he asked in a breathless voice.

— I missed you, Nick.

— Why did you run away, my girl?

— I'm sorry, I won't do that again!

— Of course you won't. — Nick took my chin and made me look him in the eyes, he continued to invest. — There will be no more attempts, I'll watch you twice as much as I watched you, you're mine, you'll stay with me whether you like it or not.

His movements increased, our sexes collided strongly, I grabbed his shoulder, bit hard, felt my vagina contract and enjoy intensely. My legs shook, Nick continued to thrust deep and strong, we stayed like that for long minutes, until he reaches his orgasm, he cums inside me, I am filled with newly acquired pleasure, he curses and tries to control his breathing.

After cumming he falls to the side we lie on the bed without silence, soon after he gets up, looks at my belly, asks bluntly:

— What's the sex of our baby?

— It's a girl. — I saw her muscles go rigid, she didn't know if he had a preference. — Some problem?

— None.

He got up and went to the bathroom, I remained lying with a vacant and sad look. After the intense moment passed, my mind dropped, Dona Carolina wasn't quite who I thought she was, I'm sad to know that she put me in an orphanage, that she killed my mother, that she destroyed my life. Nick's words were harsh, he wanted to hurt me, but I'm really not surprised by the revelation, I knew that whole story could in fact make me believe that I have a father, and now with Nick's words, I'm sure.

He returns to the room, he had taken a short shower, his body was wet and at the waist a white towel covered his sex.

— Go take a shower, we'll go out.

— Where?

— You have no right to ask anything, now do as I say.

Awkwardly, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, took a quick shower and went to the closet, there I chose a large white dress, it was perfect for wearing, it was wide and nothing would squeeze me, I separated a set of lingerie and then I put on the dress. I was ready, I just fixed my hair and brushed my teeth. Nick approached me, I looked at him through the mirror, a serious and somber expression doesn't leave his face, he's angry, I know that, but what I don't understand is where we're going.

He extended his hand to me and even with fear I took it, Nick guided me out of the room, together we went down the stairs, even with his quick steps I evaluated corner by corner, nothing had changed. We passed through the entrance hall, a vehicle was ready for us to leave. I stopped abruptly, asked seriously:

— Where is Eric?— Nick looked at me with mockery, he questioned:

— Now you want to know about him?— When you ran away I'm sure you didn't think about him.

I felt guilty about that situation, he was right, when I ran away I didn't think about Erick, about my son. Nick impatiently forced me to get in the car, he took the wheel and we left the property. The whole way we were silent, we had nothing to say, I ran away, he found me and promised that I would never leave his side again.

The car parked in front of a luxurious restaurant, we got out of the vehicle and went inside, Nick guided me to a table, where a person had a menu in his hands, I couldn't see his face. We gathered the table, Nick said:

— So, Bellucci, I brought your daughter.

I felt my body having fun with Nick's words, I looked at him without reaction, then I took the liberty of facing the man who brought down the menu, revealing his face. The shock hit me hard, I didn't believe that I actually had a family, or rather, a father. We had the same eye and hair color, I couldn't believe it was my dad.

— Mia fligia.... — the man got up from the table and approached me, helped me to my feet and kissed the sides of my cheek, squeezed me hard. — I've been looking for you like a damned man for years, I thought I'd never see my sweet Paola again!

It was a shock when I heard that name, Paola, I see sincerity in the eyes of the gentleman in front of me, his eyes are watering, going down through the small dark circles below his eyes.

— Oo sir. Is it really my father?— I asked, I couldn't believe it.

— Yes, my dear, my name is Fabrício Bellucci, I think you're confused right now, but I asked Nick Ross to schedule this lunch for us to talk, I'll tell you everything you want to know.

We sat down again, we talked for endless minutes, I had already forgotten about Nick's presence. Fabrício told me from meeting my supposed mother until the day I was kidnapped by Dona Carolina, or calling her real name, by Gabriele Romano.

— Have you been looking for me for years?— I asked.

— Yes, since I received the news that your mother had suffered an attack, it was the first thing I did, I tried to locate you.

— But for years, you didn't find me.

— When you were born, your mother and I decided to put a tracker around your neck, Gabriele knew because she went with us, so when she picked you up, she removed the tracker so you couldn't be found. — he explained to me, it was impossible to believe that she had done that.

— Do you have a picture of my mother?

— Yes. — He took a small photograph out of his pocket and held it out to me, I was sad for never having met her, she was beautiful.

— Are you really a mobster?

— Yes, I'm an Italian mobster, from Cosa Nostra, an organized brotherhood.

— Is it like Nick?— My question caught your attention, Fabrício continued.

— I know you grew up in an orphanage and were taught right and wrong, but if you'd grown up in the mob, I'm sure you'd have another mindset. But understand, being the daughter of a mobster and being married to one will not make you different, it will not change your current essence. What matters is what you love and who you love, the rest is just an obstacle.

Those words made me look at him, Nick was already staring at me, even with his serious expression, I can see the yearning for me to understand my father's words.

— What if what I love or whom I love leaves me in doubt? I asked.

— Even with doubts, we know who you love, although your doubts won't make a difference. said Nick, in his impolite manner.

Fabrício noticed the tension, trying to change that conversation, looked at my belly and smiled:

— How many months are you?

— I'll be six months old tomorrow.

— Do you already know what it is?

— Yes a girl.

— She will certainly have your eyes, she will be a strong bambina!

When lunch was over I said goodbye to my father, I felt a strong connection with his presence, we talked a lot and got to know each other a little, we scheduled a next meeting, this time at Nick's house. We returned to the property, I was tired, my desire was to sleep, however, as soon as we passed through the bedroom door, Nick attacked my lips, freed me from the pieces in my body and took me to bed.

We stayed a good part in the room, sometimes he was kind to me, others hurt me and cursed me for daring to run away, in that sad moment I thought of my father's words, of accepting who Nick really is, however, the doubt was, would it make a difference?