CHAPTER 65
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
I changed her clothes.
I wiped what was mine, and might have licked her come off of her too.
Unless she had a tiny melon sowed into her skin overnight, her tummy screamed a few weeks pregnant.
I talked to Brenda just in case.
One mention of me killing Jett if she didn’t spew the truth had her blabbering what I already knew.
Pregnant.
Was pregnant before Athena Pallis offered her a job as a maid.
Was pregnant when I was away from her and she reconnected with mommy dearest.
Was pregnant being paraded in her party as an heiress about to be wedded off to any man there.
Full with my kid or kids if I got lucky again.
The thought of fathering children has never been on my to-do list. Intentionally at least.
Getting Athena pregnant was something I would have done if the situation called for it. Not because I thought this world or myself included could give a kid a better life.
But her?
The full of surprises blondie in my bed?
She was giving me a child and she kept the truth away from me.
Why?
Did she think I wouldn’t be a good father?
That I’d be Rhett?
That I’d tell her to terminate the pregnancy?
So many questions, so many answers needed from her.
That wasn’t my top priority of the night though.
Her being pregnant was the final kick my heart needed to know this woman would be mine forever.
I fed her.
I fucked her.
I punished her. And the punishment is lodged up her ass despite her being mad at me.
See my little nurse likes the pain, likes being flipped in my bed, hard, rough, taking it like my little slut.
“Troy started acting up again, boss. He knows you are not here so he thinks he can-.”
“Be the big boss”, I scoff.
Should have guessed Troy Sullivan would be the first man in Chicago to want to run things.
I killed Dante.
I’m out of Chicago and everyone will want a step up the food chain including Troy.
“How did you handle the situation, Jagger?” I ask him.
I left him in charge and although he likes being with Jett everywhere they fucking go, I trust him than the other men I have in Chicago.
Jett and Nico are here in Sicily. And Nico has been a pain in my tail bone nagging me about seeing his mother who’s in Chicago.
“Uhm I didn’t, things got a little hard and I had to call Maximo.”
“Damn it, Jagger. He’s fired, you know that. You couldn’t handle a little fire with Troy?”
“Troy had the cops involved; it was messy. Boss, I couldn’t fix it without his help.”
“Was it handled?”
“Yes.”
“And Maximo?”
“He rehired himself.”
I smirk.
“Of course he did. Keep me updated.”
I hang up.
Then I dial a number I don’t want to dial but I owe him one.
He answers on the first ring.
“Christian?” a feminine voice filters in through the phone.
“Where is Maximo, Kat?”
“In the shower.”
I can’t even start to fathom them together. It didn’t sound better when I found out the truth, it doesn’t sound better right now either.
“Tell him I called.”
“Please, wait. Can we talk now that I have you?”
“I’m busy at the moment, Kat.”
“How long will you stay mad?” she sounds hurt. I know I’ve hurt her but her betrayal did more than hurt me, it maimed me.
The lies. The Demetri part and especially the damn Demetri part. Of all the assholes in the world, she had to pick Demetri.
“I’m not mad. Goodnight.”
“Please don’t shut me out. I’m afraid for you, Christian. Being home, your title, I know everything is hard.”
“It is.”
“Then talk to me.”
“She’s pregnant.”
I hear her gasp before she even speaks, “Athena?”
“No. My nurse.”
“Alexia? Maximo told me about her being Alessandra Pallis. Oh God, that is good news but-.”
“But what?”
“Christian, you said it yourself when we were young. You’d never have a child to continue the Vitello line.”
“I don’t…want a child.”
“But?”
“I want an entire population of children with her.”
Kat chuckles and I smile like a chum listening to her laugh.
“Gotta go”, I say.
“Thank you for forgiving Maximo.”
I hang up then I knock on the bathroom door that has been closed since I came inside her tight cunt and planted a butt
plug up her ass.
“Sunshine, I knock the door down or you open the door yourself. Take a pick.”
She doesn’t speak.
It takes two seconds before the door opens and she steps out looking every bit fucked with the wild hair and the shirt I put on her after we were done.
“I want to take it out”, she whines.
I cup her cheek. She tries to pull away but my hand is already snaking around her waist.
“It stays on until I say otherwise. If I find it gone, I’ll have to inflict more punishment and we’ll be up all night. You are the nurse so tell me is fucking my woman all night healthy for the baby?”
Her face softens and for a minute I want to kiss her but her mask of anger is back on.
“I’m not your woman because you are marrying my sister. You don’t have to pretend to care about the baby because I’ll take care of him or her myself.”
“Are you begging for me to punish you? Because I will, little nurse. Keep talking like that and we’ll go at it all night. Your cunt is my obsession and we both know you won’t say no if I bend you over-”
“I’m sore”, she puffs.
I kiss her forehead.
“I know. Let’s go to bed.”
She doesn’t protest and I lead her to my bed.
The very moment she moves into the bed, covers herself and gives me her back, I hug her from behind, my hand resting on her tummy.
It isn’t big yet but I can’t wait to see her swelled with my kid.
And I can’t wait to deal with her mother who’ll be here with an army tomorrow morning just to take what’s mine back.
Bring your army, Allagra Pallis. I’ll slaughter each one of them in front of you.