Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin Read online

  Simone

  Hearing the cab driver beeping his horn, I called out to my daughters, “Girls we’re leaving.” Dragging the duffle bags closer to the door, I turned and took one final glance back at the place I called home for the last five years. Clutching tighter to my bag, I found comfort in knowing that I was making the right decision by leaving. All three of my daughters came out of the den holding their favorite stuffed animal. Looking down at my watch, it was now five minutes to eight and our bus was set to leave at 10:30PM. Looking at all three of them, I felt guilty that I was taking them away from everything that they knew.

  “Ready?” I asked as I managed to squeeze out a smile. Their head nods gave me the confirmation that I needed. With Andriano gone, this was now my chance to relocate with my daughters. I called my job earlier this morning and requested an extension in my leave of absence. Assuming that this was because of my grandmother being in the hospital, my supervisor granted my request. I bought four one-way bus tickets to go to New Orleans. I emptied all of my accounts and knew that I had enough money to hold us down for the next few months while I wrapped everything up with Grandma and work. Grandma… I felt guilty for leaving her behind but, this was the only chance that I had to get the girls away from Andriano. My mother assured me that she would stay with Grandma and update me on her progress.

  “Are you sure that you have to leave?” my mother asked as she leaned against the banister.

  Turing to face her, I exhaled before responding, “Mom we went over this. This is the only time that we’ll be able to leave.”

  “Maybe if we sat down and spoke about it. He would understand,” my mother pleaded.

  “There is no reasoning with him. Besides, I don’t want to go through this again,” I said frustrated that she could not understand my reasons behind it. “I’ll call you when I get there. Come on girls.”

  Lifting the duffle bags, I unlocked the door and twisted the knob. Dropping the bags at my feet, I stared up at his austere grey eyes.

  “You’re back,” Acelia said excitingly. Pushing past me, she leaped into Andriano’s arms. Dropping their toys, Jasmine and Olivia ran towards Andriano.

  “Where are you going?” he asked looking down at the girls, but directing the question at me.

  “We were uh...going to the store,” I responded as his eyes tore through my canard answer. The girls’ whimsical voices were excited that he was back.

  Closing the door behind him, he asked, “At this time?”

  He looked down at the four duffle bags and dragged his eyes back up at me. Moving towards me, I backed away from the door and stood in the center of the foyer.

  “Hello Andriano,” my mother said as she stepped in between us. Looking down at my mother, Andriano nodded and stepped around her. Standing inches away from me, Andriano’s displeasing eyes bored into me.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Andriano

  Eight hours earlier

  “What are you going to do to avenge my parents’ death?” Josephine asked as she unzipped the side of her black dress. Allowing her dress to pool around her feet, she stepped out of the ring and sat at her vanity. Her shrewd eyes followed my every move as she awaited my response.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said loosening my tie.

  A few minutes passed by before she blurted, “They killed my father—a Don for Christ sake.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about all of that. Your father knew what it was in this line of business,” I responded. The only thing that I was angry about was not gutting the motherfucker myself.

  Shocked, she clamped her adjourned mouth shut as she removed her diamond studded earrings. “Are you staying tonight?” she managed to ask from her thin lips.

  “No,” I answered firmly.

  “Why not? When are you going to realize that your place is home?” She roared as she rose from her seat like a possessed woman with tattered emotions.

  The past few days were filled with anger. To everyone else’s knowledge, my anger was a direct correlation to the murder of Don Capparelli. Since being away from my bella mia and our daughters, I couldn’t begin to comprehend the emotions that surfed throughout me. In general, Italian families are overbearing. But, being part of the Balducci family was downright suffocating. We’ve been conditioned to believe in family, loyalty, and pride. Everything else, outside of those three values, was deemed insignificant. Somehow, I never felt more at peace than when I was with Simone and our daughters. Even though my bella mia did everything to try and avoid me, I had to remind her just who controlled her body. Making a vow to myself to reclaim the treasure in between her thick thighs, I quickened my pace as I walked towards the closet.

  “Cut your shit out,” I replied coolly as I entered my walk-in closet.

  Storming in behind me, an angry screech escaped from her raging frame. “While we’re on the subject of our home, when are we going to have children? My parents died before they could see that happen,” she shouted.

  Don’t say it Andriano, said the little voice in my head. But her next statement released the lid off my mouth, “You could lay down with that black whore and impregnate her. Yet, me, your wife has to beg for one.” Pausing briefly, she looked on in horror, as my eyes became thin deadly slits. “That’s right, I know all about the abortion that you made her have.”

  “I’d rather pump my seed out into the toilet bowl before I ever plant my child in you. You and your father knew that the moment I signed the marriage certificate that you would never get a baby out of me,” I retorted as I turned away from her in disgust. Reaching for my duffle bag, I shoved what was left of my belongings into the bag.

  “You should count your blessings that she killed the bastard or else I would’ve had her little bastard smothered while it slept,” she spat out.

  Practicing my patience, I clenched my fist tightly. Josephine knew how to push my buttons, and if I was not a real man, I would’ve tortured her until she begged to be put out of her misery. Cracking my neck, I flexed my shoulders left to right in circular motions. Turning slowly to face her, I made quick and precise strides towards her shivering frame. She backed up slowly until her back hit the wall with a slight thud. Her thin lips formed an “O” as I hovered starkly over her. Seeing flashes of red, anger took dominion over my body as it became evident that I was a step away from tapping into my murderous side.

  “What the fuck did you say?” I asked, no longer recognizing Josephine’s face. I don’t know how she found out about Simone and our baby, but I was too incensed with rage to even ponder the thought any further.

  “I’m…I’m…I’m sorry Andriano,” Josephine stuttered as she shook with fear. “Please Andriano…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Punching the wall above her head, I watched as her face quivered with fear. Clamping her eyes shut, Josephine’s shoulders slumped down as if she was shriveling into the little mouse that she was.

  “You should be lucky that I don’t send you off to reunite with your parents,” I shouted, before backing away from her. Standing a few inches away from her, I warned, “Keep Simone out of your fucking mouth. If you even so much as think about her, I’ll snap your fucking neck.”

  Grabbing the latches of my duffle bag, I lifted the light bag and headed to the front door. Stopping at the entryway of the door, I announced, “Sign the divorce papers when they arrive or else…”

  ~****~

  North Carolina

  Why the hell is there a cab in front of the house? Maybe, Simone’s mother is leaving.

  Walking up the stairs, I felt relief because I was one step closer to feeling at peace again. Opening the screen door, I was about to knock when the door opened. Seeing Simone and the girls dressed as if they were heading out left me in a state of confusion. Where the hell could they possibly be going at 8 o'clock at night?

  Hugging all three of my daughters, I walked inside and felt like my world was crashing around me. Looking at the duffle bags, I knew that Simone was
running. It was like déjà vu all over again the moment I looked at the bags. Walking around her mother, I moved closer to Simone and felt my rage boil over. This was not the homecoming that I expected.

  “Come on girls, let’s get ready for bed,” Simone’s mother had announced.

  Walking up the stairs with our daughters, I waited until they were out of earshot before I asked, “Why are you running?”

  Hearing the horn beep again, I walked towards the door and nearly ripped it off of the hinges as I made my way to the cab driver. Paying the man, I walked back into the house and slammed the door. There was no way in hell that I was going to let Simone get away with this. She looked defeated as she grabbed the duffle bags and started to walk up the stairs. Moving towards her, I grabbed the duffle bags from her hands and silently followed her up the stairs.

  Once inside of her bedroom, Simone tossed her purse on the bed and walked towards the bedroom window. Wrapping her arms around her waist, Simone appeared to be stressed. As angry as she made me feel, all I wanted to do was show her how much I missed her. The whole time that I was in New York, all I could do was think about coming home to her and my daughters. Don Capparelli’s death did not faze me. I wanted to kill that cocksucker myself, but decided that killing him would be too easy. So I stripped him of his resources and monopolized all of his businesses, including his underground side hustles in Italy. Battista controlled those businesses, and I made sure that he took a higher percentage before giving a percentage of the funds to the family. I knew that it nearly crippled him, but old mob bosses like him rarely showed their feelings. He was old school like my father, so I knew how he was going to move. What he did not know was that I was always one step ahead of him. Blocking off all possible pathways, I made it my mission to destroy this piece of shit.

  Moving towards Simone, I leaned against the wall and watched as her eyes remained fixed on everything outside of the window. Sighing, I finally spoke. “I don’t think that I’ll ever forgive myself for telling you to get an abortion. Every time I look down at my daughters—” stopping midsentence, I shook my head at the thought of Simone actually going through with the abortion. “I can’t help but, feel guilty that I believed that an abortion was the only option for us.”

  “For years, I went through dark periods and moments when I felt that my soul was gone. I knew that my happiness walked away the moment I left the parking lot. But, I didn’t expect my soul to walk away too.”

  Moving away from the window, Simone turned to face me before saying, “I remember waking up that day feeling horrible. I tried everything to ignore my feelings and convince myself that I was doing the right thing,” she paused briefly as her eyes closed. The pain etched out on her face was the same pain that I felt in my heart. Opening her eyes again a few seconds later, she continued, “Everything around me seemed to fade away into a cloud of darkness, as I looked at the ultrasound monitor. I became temporarily deaf to all sounds except for my babies’ heartbeats.”

  Crossing her arms against her chest, Simone moved towards the dresser and tilted her head back slightly. Taking two steps towards her, I saw her shoulders become tense. Balling my hands into fists, I felt defeated because no one caused her this pain but me. I wanted to reach for her, hold her, kiss away the pain. But, reality settled in, and I knew that at this moment she needed to make me feel every ounce of pain that I caused. So I waited—waited until she said everything that needed to be said.

  Relaxing her shoulders, she said, “I don’t know how I was able to hear each one distinctively, but I did. Each of their heartbeats had perfectly matched my heartbeat in a synchronized rhythm that only we could hear.”

  Turning around to face me, she leaned against the windowsill. The hint of vulnerability that hid in the shadows of her eyes wrestled with the idea of letting go. Blinking her eyes, once more, clarity took control over the depths of her convictions.

  Blinking away the tears that threatened to escape her eyes, she tightened her crossed arms and looked away from me. Sighing, she said, “Everything that I do is for them to be better than me when they get older. I don’t want them to make the same mistakes that I made. I want them to have everything.”

  After a few minutes went by, she continued. “But, I knew that as they got older, there would be more questions. Questions about why they don’t have a dad.” Just as the first set of tears slipped out of her eyes, my arms were wrapped around her; shielding her trembling body. Dropping kisses on her head, I continued to hold her as her cries became more intemperate.

  “I’m sorry. God knows how truly sorry I am,” I said truthfully as both of my hands cupped her face. “I never felt so scared until you told me that you were pregnant. I couldn’t live with the thought that you and our child were going to get—” Stopping mid-sentence, I remembered my oath, my vow to continue to practice omerta. Besides, she did not need to be alarmed any further.

  “If you knew that you and Josephine were going to get married, why did you come after me? Why didn’t you just stay away?” She asked as she moved her face away from my hands. Reaching for her arm, I held her firm enough to abandon the thought of walking away from me.

  “I couldn’t stay away from you back then.”

  “What the hell do you mean, ‘you couldn’t stay away’?” she asked, yanking her arm away from me. Crossing the opposite side of the bedroom, Simone leaned against the wall.

  Moving starkly towards her, she lifted her chin as if preparing to put up a fight. No matter how much strength Simone has, she could not beat me. She couldn’t fight my feelings for her and she damn sure could not fight the feelings that she has for me. It's written all over her face. It is evident each time that I kiss her.

  Pinning her arms over her head against the wall, I came deathly close to her face and said through clenched teeth. “Because I’m fucking in love with you. I couldn’t stay away back then, and I can’t stay away now. So it's fucking time that you stop fighting your feelings. I’m not perfect, and I know that I fucked up, but I had my reasons why I couldn’t be with you back then. I had my fucked up reasons why I told you to get an abortion. And I will forever be grateful that you did not go through with it.”

  “I choose you. I choose our daughters. I choose not to live the rest of my life miserable because I’m not with the one woman who has my heart. I don’t care who I have to fight and kill in order to be with you, bella mia. Just know that I will be with you,” I said bluntly. She needed to know that no matter how hard she fought me or who stood in my way, the ending results will still be the same. Simone and I will be together.

  Pressing my lips against hers, I sucked out all of her apprehension and fight as she attempted to move her lips away from me. Applying more pressure to her wrists, I pressed my body against her and allowed her fight to evaporate as she melted her body against mine. Releasing her wrists, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with as much intensity as I was giving her.

  Rubbing the palms of her hands over my shoulder blades, I slid her dress over her hips while my hands roamed over her thick thighs. Her plump bottom fell right into my hands as I gripped her tender flesh. Feeling her chest rise and fall beneath me, Simone’s breathing became shallower while she panted against my lips.

  With hooded eyes, I stared at her with wistful desires. Lifting her body up, Simone instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. Holding her close, I kissed her again before dragging our bodies to the nearest hard surface. Placing her gently onto the bed, I released my hold and stood back to get an eyeful of the treasure between her thighs. Her puffy nether lips were coated with a liquid film that begged to be licked from corner to corner. Her haze was filled with a combinations of questions and sexual need.

  “Tell me who you belong to,” I said as I began unbuckling my pants.

  She moaned out, “Andriano, please.” Gripping my hardened length, I wanted more than anything to bury my cock into her wet folds. But, I needed to know that we’re on the same page. I can�
��t allow her to run away with my daughters and think that I won’t tear this world apart in search for her. She doesn’t understand what I’m capable of or what lengths I would go for her.

  “Answer me,” I demanded. Sliding my pants and boxers down, I watched as her eyes widened as the sight of my hand stroking away at my erection. She licked her lips as a sigh escaped her lips before bringing her hand to her pussy.

  “You don’t get to touch yourself,” I demanded as I crossed over to her and pushed her hand away.

  A whimper escaped her lips while she released more juice from her center. Looking at her inner thighs becoming coated, I dropped to my knees before her and pushed my face into her pussy. Releasing my cock, I spread her thighs farther apart and proceeded to lick her inner thighs that were coated with her dew.

  “Ah ah ahhh shit Andriano. Just lick me,” she moaned as she sunk the back of her head deep into the mattress.

  Breathing in her arousal, I gripped her hips and moved to her other thigh. Outlining her inner thigh with my tongue, I made my way down her thigh to her plump bottom. Lifting her up slightly, I flipped her body over to her stomach and spread her cheeks apart. Diving my tongue into her backside, I dragged my tongue from the back of her pussy to the taut hole in her ass. Sliding my tongue into her hole, I began breathing in and out from my mouth as I tongue fucked her backside.

  “OHHH God, I can’t. I can’t,” she screamed out. Reaching behind her, she gripped my hair and attempted to push me away. Releasing one of her cheeks, I grabbed a hold on her wrist and pressed it into the mattress as I continued my attack.

  Spreading her thighs, I slid my hand between her legs and tenderly pinched her clit.

  “Who do you belong to?” I asked lifting my tongue away from her. She continued to moan, and I took her lack of answer as downright disobedience. Squeezing her clit between my fingers harder, a shriek of pleasure escaped her lips as I covered the back of her nether lips with my mouth. Applying just the right amount of pressure that bordered pain and pleasure, I marked her sensitive skin with my love bites.