Dipping Into Sin 2: Digging Deeper Into Sin Read online

  Gathering my things from my locker, I became increasingly annoyed by the chain of events. Then having to deal with Dr. Jackson’s constant flirtation was enough of a reason to appreciate the next two days of freedom from work. As I strolled closer to my car, the object poking out of the windshield caused my breathing to hasten. A long stemmed rose with a card securely attached was perfectly laid under the windshield wiper. Grabbing a hold of the rose and card, I quickly unlocked my car door. For a moment, I sat in silence as I inhaled the rich scent of the rose. Brushing my fingers over the beautiful shrub, a petal dropped from the bunch. Drawing the pedal into my hands, my fingers began rubbing over the soft silkiness. Looking down at the card, I lifted the folded flap and read the letter.

  101 roses symbolizes that you are

  my one and only

  I vow to always love you to the end of time.

  I promise to never give up fighting for us

  But, I understand that I have to

  prove my love is true.

  For however long it will take

  I will continue to fight for

  you.

  -A.

  “What am I going to do?” I asked out loud. Andriano cannot find out about my daughters.

  Chapter Seven

  Simone

  I couldn’t get through the week quick enough. Each day, I dreaded the possibility of Andriano coming to our home. So much so, I spent the first two days locked up in the house with my daughters. We even missed the first day of their swimming lessons because of my fear of Andriano learning about them. I went through little drills of where my daughters would go if Andriano decided to come to my house. Finalizing the details, I decided that my daughters would hide in my bedroom upstairs.

  Raising suspicion, my grandmother couldn’t understand why I was on edge and elected to stay home. After much contemplation, I finally found the courage to tell my grandmother the truth...the whole truth. I could not afford to conceal not one stitch of information from her, especially when hiding my daughters’ identities was my only concern.

  We sat in an uncomfortable silence for a moment, before she said, “A mother will do anything to protect her child.” Exhaling, I started to breathe a little easier, knowing that Grandma understood my reasoning.

  “Great, so we’re leaving tonight. I have enough money—”

  “But, you have to understand, he has every right to know about his children,” she said cutting me off midsentence.

  Frustrated, I tossed both of my hands up in the air. “I can’t Grandma. This man is involved with the wrong people—dangerous people. On top of that, he’s married and probably has a family of his own,” I explained.

  “Those girls are his family too. His wife doesn’t have anything to do with him being a father to those girls.”

  “Look at me,” Grandma began. Chewing on my bottom lip, I reluctantly dragged my eyes to look up at her. “They’re only getting older and there is only so much that you can do. Let this man make his choice. If he wants to be a father to them, then let him. If he doesn’t, then it is his loss.”

  “He did make his choice, the moment when he wanted me to terminate my pregnancy. He made his choice and I made mine. He doesn’t deserve to have anything to do with them,” I all but shouted.

  “Baby, that was five years ago. Now, I’m not going to say that I agree with the man. But, I do believe that when the time comes, you will have to give him that option now that the girls are here.”

  As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. But, I’m not ready and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.

  ~****~

  Once the week passed, I assumed that Andriano had taken my silence as an answer to his pursuit. I prayed that his conscience had convinced him to go back to his wife. A sense of normalcy returned, as I went back to my routine of going to work, dodging Dr. Jackson, and taking care of my daughters. Hell, I figured that the truth could remain hidden. After all, the truth had been hidden for the past five years.

  Placing each of them into their booster seat, I tossed their bags into the trunk. Adjusting my rearview mirrors, I carefully searched for anything out of the ordinary on my block. Once I was in the clear, my eyes rested on my daughters.

  Today was our first day of Mommy & Me swimming lessons. If I had known that trying to get a bathing suit on three little girls was going to be a project, I would have opted to wait until they were teenagers for them to learn how to swim. Between Jasmine and Olivia, I wanted to pull my hair out because they wanted a different kind of bathing suit. Then, it was a process to get all three of them to wear the swimmer’s cap, goggles, swimming shoes, and the swimming armbands. When I managed to finally get them out of the locker room and into the swimming pool for toddlers, Acelia became scared of the water.

  “Mommy, look at me!” Jasmine proudly squealed, as she held her nose and dipped her head underwater. Even though we missed the first day of swimming class last Saturday, the handsome swimming instructor did everything to get the girls assimilated.

  “Great job Jazzy,” I said as I gave her two thumbs up.

  “Why don’t you stick your feet in the water CeCe?” I asked Acelia as I held her hand.

  “Come CeCe, hold my hand,” said Olivia as she hopped out of the pool and stretched her hand out to Acelia. Although Olivia was smaller than her two sisters, she was the most fearless and protective. She protected both of her sisters and seemed to act like the oldest most of the time. Helping Acelia walk from the bench and closer to the swimming pool, Olivia demonstrated a little technique to Acelia.

  “Good job Livy, I’m proud of you. Go practice with Jazzy,” I said as I pointed in Jasmine’s direction. Jasmine was the little social butterfly and seemed to make friends wherever she went. She was overly friendly and forthcoming, especially when she met strangers.

  “CeCe, I’m going to sit right here and stick my feet in the water. Why don’t you keep Mommy company?” I said, with my best effort to convince her to at least stick her feet into the water.

  “Okay Mommy,” said Acelia, my shiest daughter. She was more introverted and stayed in her comfort zone as opposed to taking risks like her sisters. Holding her hand, I counted to three and told her one foot first. Getting past that hurdle, Acelia put her other foot in the water and held my hand tightly.

  “You see, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” I said to Acelia as she nodded her head slowly.

  “You must be Acelia, right?” said Andre, the swimming instructor, as he stood in front of me. His bare chest drew me in, as I became lost in his chiseled torso covered in the darkest shade of chocolate.

  Acelia bashfully hid her face behind my arm, causing Andre to chuckle and say, “You’re too beautiful to hide your face.” His eyes rested on mine as he made his statement.

  Breaking eye contact, I looked down at Acelia before I scanned the pool to look for Jasmine and Olivia.

  “I’m Andre Connolly, and you must be Mrs. Sinn,” he said stretching his hand out.

  Looking back at him, I shook his hand and said, “Nice to meet you.”

  Still holding my hand hostage, he continued smiling and revealed his deep dimples. His glinting eyes were just as dark as his skin, causing me to further appreciate his ultra-sex appeal.

  Pulling my hand back slyly, I asked, “Do you have any advice on how to get a first-time swimmer to face their fears?”

  “Just dive in,” he began, as I thoroughly examined the water dripping down his toned shoulder blades. His face was sculpted to perfection, resembling a leading warrior. “Sometimes, you just have to take a chance and allow your body to receive the pleasure that it’s been missing,” he said.

  Sensing more meaning behind his statement, I focused my attention on my other two daughters. For five years, I isolated myself from having a social life because my personal life was my primary focus. There was no room for complications because raising my daughters and completing my education filled up every crevice of my time. But, that still did no
t curb the growing appetite for affection that only a man could give. Now with Andriano gone, I was ready to burn that book and start writing a new one.

  Chapter Eight

  Josephine

  Walking out of the dankly doors of the apartment building in Park Slope, I couldn’t believe that I spent the day searching for answers. This was his third mistress’s apartment, and I was more than sure that she had heard from him—or at least I thought. Each one swore that they had not heard from Andriano in over a month. They each seemed disturbed, as if somehow the fate of their lifestyle lay in my hands the moment they opened the door. Rebecca, Angela, and Liana had no idea that I knew about them all along. I knew their routines, what they looked like, where they shopped, and what days of the week he visited them. He never spent the night, and he only saw each of them twice a week for two hours the most.

  Since leaving over two weeks ago, Andriano neglected to call or even send me a text. Even though we barely spoke, I felt a sense of comfort in knowing his movements. For the past year, I watched his patterns and searched for any potential threat that might ruin our arrangement…again. He shuffled through women like they were accessories. Once he grew bored or tired, he switched them like the seasons. I was content with the idea that none of them held his attention. God knows I can’t allow him to become distracted like last time. Andriano forgot his responsibilities all because of one person…Simone. When I received pictures of her walking out of her waitressing job five years ago, I couldn’t understand why Andriano was so taken with her. I didn’t think much about it because let’s be realistic, she was not me. She was not from our world. One thing was for sure; I knew that I needed to eliminate the threat. Simone will never know just how close she was to dying, had she not taken her claws out of Andriano. Their fling had ended so abruptly that I was still unsure as to who left who. Seeing Andriano drop down on one knee before everyone, I forgot everything that occurred a few months before.

  We are who we are; living in a conditioned life destined to repeat itself like an endless pattern in the generations to come. Love had no place in a marriage like ours because it distracted us from attaining the most important thing in this world…power.

  There was a change in him that was all too surreal, a dwindling characteristic that lurked beneath the layers of Andriano. The last time that he became distracted from fulfilling his duty was two nights before our engagement party. As I went over the last few details for our engagement party with the event planner, Andriano sent me a text calling our engagement off. He gave no explanation behind his sudden change of plans. Shaking with anger, I stormed out of our living room and ran towards my father’s office.

  “Papà!” I shouted as I burst through his office doors. Looking up from his papers, my father, Don Capparelli leaned back in his chair.

  “Did you know about this?” I asked as I strolled closer to his desk. His short arm reached for the box near his picture frames withdrawing his favorite cigar, an Oliva Melanio Torpedo straight from Nicaragua.

  “Know what?”

  “Andriano called off our engagement.”

  Lighting the long and thick brown stick, he rested his back against his chair again. Drawing in a hearty pull, he waited a few seconds before blowing out the cloudy smoke. He’s pissed.

  “Giuseppina,” he said my name calmly in Italian. Besides my father, everyone pronounced my name the American way, Josephine. “Don’t worry my princess. Andriano will come to his senses,” he assured.

  “Papà, he’s been acting different since I’ve been in Milan. I heard that he has been running around with this black girl. I’m sure that she is the cause of all of this.”

  “Okay,” he said, unbothered by the news of Andriano’s deceit. Did he know about that black bitch and Andriano?

  “I need her gone.”

  “She’s friends with Donald Spillmore’s daughter,” I said all too quickly. I wanted to ensure that my problem was going to be solved. The bitch has to die.

  Exhaling another layer of cloudy smoke, he said, “Giuseppina, don’t worry about anything.”

  Two days later, Simone was a distant memory and Andriano dropped down on one knee and proposed to me in front of our guests. I was the envy of every woman, as I walked alongside of the most powerful man in the world, Andriano. He even insisted on us getting married right away. Instead of protesting, I complied and managed to pull off the wedding of the century in five months. But, something in Andriano had changed. His cold demeanor was more ruthless and vile with the months leading up to our wedding day. He had snapped. Many thought that it probably stemmed from the death of his father. But, I knew differently. He was angry, and his rage had reached another level of enmity as he spewed out venom to everyone around him. He had reorganized everything, and many people were outraged. Things were different, and we all had to get used to the new Andriano.

  During the first year of marriage, I remembered feeling like a stranger as I rarely saw Andriano. He spent many nights away from our bed; which I deemed to be a result of him missing her. When he did come home on those rare occasions, he wouldn’t even touch me, much less, talk to me. That filthy animal—that piece of tar, swept through like a tornado and completely left me with an estranged Andriano. Though, I should have been elated that her absence enabled Andriano to be the leader that he was always destined to be. In the end, I was content with that aspect of our marriage. For the first two years of our sexless marriage, I contemplated disclosing that detail with everyone.

  But, when I couldn’t deal with the prospects of my marriage continuing in that direction, I nagged my father to talk to Andriano about the importance of producing future sons to take over the reins of La Cosa Nostra. Things only became worst, and I only became increasingly alarmed. My hope of having children with Andriano diminished as each year of marriage passed. It was hard to explain to my family and friends that my husband did not want to sleep with me. I tried everything to convince him to view me as more worthy than her. Yet, his dispassionate eyes would remain fixed on everything else but me. His disengagement in our marriage only encouraged my determination to keep fighting for his attention. He’ll come around, and when he does, I will be ready to expand our family with future Dons and Princesses, I thought as I rested my head against the headrest.

  “Where to now, Mrs. Balducci?” asked my driver, Stanley.

  “The Four Seasons.”

  “Are you sure?” Stanley asked as he looked in the rearview mirror at me.

  “Focus on the fucking road or else I’ll have your eyeballs gouged out of your head,” I shouted angrily, as I cut my eyes from his view.

  Reaching for my cell phone, I scrolled through my list of contacts and stopped at his number. He picked up on the third ring, and I said, “I’m getting a room at the Four Seasons. Meet me there at 6:00 PM.”

  Chapter Nine

  Nicolai

  Tight and wet, I thought, as I lowered her body down and off of my shoulders. Still on my knees, I felt her wet pussy graze my chest, leaving a trail of wetness down to my midsection. Even though my tongue became numb from tongue fucking her sweet core, I couldn’t escape the ravening need to taste her again.

  She looked up at me with glazed eyes as I covered her body. Spreading her legs wide, I pushed both of her knees back against her chest.

  “This is my pussy tonight,” I growled as I braced my cock to enter her wetness in one complete thrust. Looping her legs over my forearms, my hands tenderly held her in place as the tip of my length teased her gates of treasure. Her quivering pussy latched onto the tip of my cock, refusing to let go. Gently rotating her hips, she grinded against the tip of my cock and watched as my eyes fluttered. Oh fuck, she’s so wet.

  “If you keep this up, I’m going to nut before,” I muffled against her lips. Unable to contain my anticipation, I took control of her hips. Penetrating deep into her, I did not allow her a moment to adjust to my size, as I began to thrust slowly into her. Her eyes widened at the onslaug
ht of my cock invading her dampness.

  Her fingernails became incisors as she raked her nails down my back. Driving my tongue into her mouth, I lifted my head every few seconds to groan out my pleasure.

  My face became flushed with hotness, and she moaned, “Show me what you got,” against my lips.

  “You better take all of me,” I groaned. Within a blink of an eye, she managed to flip me onto my back, straddling me as I caressed her rich caramel coated thighs.

  “This is my dick tonight,” she moaned. Tilting her head back, she matched each thrust while maintaining a tight hold on my cock. My dick devoured her as she clenched tightly against my thick rod. She sought out her own pleasure as she began riding my impending cock. Her inner walls pulsated.

  Throwing my head back, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t contain the groans of pleasure that her body pulled out of me. I’ve never experienced sex so exhilarating and sensual before her.

  Holding onto her hips, I slammed into her, taking complete control. Bringing my fingers to her hair, I tugged on her strands and continued to get my fill of her body.

  “Harder baby, unhhh,” she screamed as she gripped the sheets.

  Dropping down into a sitting position, my thrusts became harder as I began slapping her soft rump so that her pussy had little time to recover each time we connected.

  “Give me this wet cunt,” I moaned pumping vigorously into her.

  “Take it, baby! Take it!” she screamed out as she threw her bottom back to me. Feeling her body shutter, I continued to slam my cock into her tightness. Giving one final thrust, I screamed out my release.

  ~****~

  And here I thought this broad was too prime and perfect, I thought as I recalled how much of a freak she had been tonight. I never allowed any woman to dominate me, but I welcomed her competitive nature. She remained silent as she began putting on her clothes.