InfringeBy: J.L. Beck
A Kingpin Love Affair
A bonus novella
J. L. BECK
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath. I was exhausted. Zerro had been gone for a month now on an undercover mission with the FBI. Me? Well, I have been busy with school full time all while taking care of Gia and feeling as if I were losing my motherfucking mind.
This was my final year of college. I should be wrapping things up, but instead, here I was trying to decide if I wanted to get my RN license in general studies or a specific field. If I went with the latter, my schooling would not end this year. A part of me wanted more than just a general degree. That’s why the specific field was such an appealing option to me. But the other part of me, the part that longed for something more outside of my usual day to day events—
“Don’t say naughty words, Mommy,” Gia spoke out against my swearing. I rolled my eyes and smiled. She was just like her daddy. Always calling me out when I did something wrong in their eyes.
“Mommy didn’t mean to say a naughty word.” I smiled, bending down and setting a bowl of mixed fruit in front of her. The clock on the wall said three p.m.—one half hour separated me from seeing my husband again.
When I married him, I never expected my life to become this mundane. Most days, I missed the fast-paced life we had. The crazy no holds barred sex, the danger and chaos that surrounded us. Now life was just that… Life.
“Daddy coming home?” Gia asked me, pulling me from my thoughts as I sat down on the floor in front of her. I nodded my head yes.
I had taken a week off from school, telling my professors I had a family emergency just so I could clear my mind and spend time with Zerro. I wanted to hopefully explain to him what I wanted and that I needed things to change. I couldn’t go down this road any longer. I needed the darkness that lurked within him. I needed something to save us from becoming like every other family on the block.
The minutes passed by quickly as I fiddled with my fingers and Gia finished her snack. My father would be here at any minute to pick her up, and I would be left alone with Alzerro—the love of my life, the man I loved more than anything, the man I was going to make snap and smother me in the murkiness that used to be him.
The doorbell rang loudly, echoing throughout the house. Gia jumped up from the floor, abandoning her picnic she had begged me for only a short time ago to run to the door. Sweat formed on my hands as I, too, got up. I was no longer that woman, the one who gave herself to a mafia king in exchange for a debt, yet for some reason, those same emotions bubbled right underneath the surface.
“Daddy’s home!” Alzerro’s deep voice met my ears sending a chill down my spine. Gia was giggling as her father picked her up, squeezing her tightly into his chest, the whole time his eyes were eating up the distance between us. It was as if he was tired of time and miles coming between us. Setting Gia down, he crossed the room in a second, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I took a deep breath, his unique scent of manliness and danger meeting my nostrils almost immediately. I hadn’t realized just how much I truly missed him until this very second. I had missed him so much so I was craving him in unimaginable ways.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my skin, his lips caressing my neck. I almost sighed from his touch as my mind drifted back to a moment when our love was darker and far more dangerous.
“Place your hands on top of the bed post. If you move them at all, I will spank that sweet little ass of yours until it’s red.” I could tell by the glint in his eyes he wasn’t kidding. He truly would spank me, and strangely, the thought seemed to turn me on even more. My core clenched as he hovered over my body, his breath caressing my skin.
“I love you,” he whispered before nipping at one of my breasts. My chest heaved as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“I love you more,” I said breathlessly, trying to remember if he said I could talk or not. He smiled against my breast and, without warning, flipped me over onto my stomach. My head was spinning, my heart fluttering in my chest.
“Remember, don’t let go of that bar. No. Matter. What.” Each word caused my heart to pound harder. What was he going to do to me?