CHAPTER 95
CHRISTIAN VITELLO VOLKOV
“She had a fling with a rich boy. Rich boy helped her stand on her own two feet in New York after she moved out of Italy before guilt told her she needed me. To cut the long story short, she was behind everything, Cat. The assassination, my disappearance, everything and now she’s dead. Everyone involved is dead or worse off.”
“Thank you.”
“Cat-.”
“Not about our mother, God no. She deserved death and more for abandoning us. Thank you because you came back, Christian. When you… when we…”
“I know.”
“I love you. You are my family. The only family who stuck by me and protected me and I don’t want to ever feel what I felt when I watched your body on that cold, disgusting table. You hear me? You do not get to leave me, Christian. It’s always me and you.”
“I won’t leave you, sorella. Not when you are still married to that Russian fuck. Jesus Christ, hearing his name alone was enough to trigger my memories back. That’s how much the guy bothers me. Are you sure you can’t reconsider getting another partner? I can relocate you to a warmer country.”
“Stop. I’m married to Dee and Maximo and that will never change. I can’t believe you’d even suggest raising your niece or nephew without his father.”
“I can raise him as one of my own, Catelina. Say the word.”
“No. Never. Besides you have three kids to watch out for. You already have your hands full and I’m guessing you didn’t come all the way to Russia to tell your sister you are alive, did you?”
“No. Maximo told me you were there. C-Can you tell me how… how my wife handled everything? Any tiny detail, Cat. I’ll appreciate it.”
“How about I show you?”
“Show me?”
“I took videos for you, big brother. A lot of them.”
“Thank you.”
XxX
Sweat beads her forehead, my fingers part her folds watching my cum spill out of her and just because I can and I’ll be doing this with her forever, I gather every drop of it pushing it back deep inside her.
Her breathing picks up, her smell so richly spritzed in the air I could get high off it alone.
I push her blonde hair from her cheek, leaning in for another mind-blowing kiss.
“When do they wake up?”
I can’t wait to hold them for real this time.
No screen. No country separating us. But for real this time.
“A lot earlier than you think. I’m almost scared they’ll run in and find us like this”, my wife smiles and that smile damn near impales me on the spot.
One last kiss, one last dig at her hips, I kiss her again.
“Then let’s get us cleaned up before they show up.”
Before she lets out any protest, I’m already up the bed, pulling her up bridal style in my arms and four minutes later, I’m lathering soap under the shower, washing every inch of her appetizing skin.
“Christian? Don’t…”
“No? Not even a taste?”
“You had more than a taste a few hours ago and I want to but…”
“It burns? I can suck it better.”
“Your definition of ‘lick and suck it better’ always ends with you asking for more rounds in bed, Christian. Two years or not, you are not a very hard man to read.”
The pang of guilt that dips to my stomach every time I remember the two years of my life, I wasted not being there for her hits me harder than the sadness in her eyes.
“Words aren’t enough but what I lack in words I’ll compensate with my actions. I’ll make up for lost time, Tesoro. I’ll wash every part of you I tainted with grief. My father sure as hell wouldn’t have won any daddy awards back in the day but I’ll strive to be the best for our kids. For you. For our family.”
Her eyes brim with tears. Tears that are colored through her blue sapphire eyes as water skids down between us.
I wipe the first tear, kissing her cheek.
“The only tears you’ll be shedding for me will be when I take your cunt and ass giving you the pleasure a queen like you deserves.”
Our foreheads touch, her hands travel up my abs and I let her explore every inch of me because I know what’s going on.
Alessandra Vitello Volkov needs to know I’m real.
Alessandra Vitello Volkov needs to confirm that I’m not the same dream she has conjured up for two years.
“Christian?”
“Yes beautiful?”
“I love you. So… so much… the thought of ever losing you again hurts right here. Right here at the center. Right here where this beating organ took a liking to you since day one. Fuck me? Please?”
“You’ll never have to beg for it, sweetheart. I’m yours and you are mine. These pretty boobs, that cunt, that ass? All mine.”
An hour later, my hand grips the door knob. Fear? Anxiety? Crappy emotions run in my veins when the sounds of children laughing, bid from the other side of the door.
My wife kisses my shoulders, her hands under my pits giving me warmth and comfort that I didn’t think I’ll need but at the moment I do.
I need her to be with me.
I turn the knob, the door slides open, three pairs of eyes gaze at me and suddenly my heart stops.
Millie is… God, she’s bigger. Bigger than the last time I held her, bigger than the last time I held her bottle of milk for her to feed from.
The boys who each have their own toy gaze at me like I’m a burglar intruding their home.
Liam has a Chase Paw Patrol figurine in his hands and Ethan has a… is that? Thanos from Avengers?
Overwhelming pride pounding my chest, my wife pulls away from me as I kneel on the floor stretching my hand out.
“Babygirl”, I whisper. My voice weak.
Millie who is in a pink Peppa pig onesie looks at me and furrows her brows.
The next words that come out of me razor cut my throat. I missed her first walk? I missed their first walks?
“It’s daddy, babygirl.”
She looks behind me. At her mother I’m assuming, before she slowly starts walking in my direction.
The minute she starts walking, my fists clench.
That’s my girl. That’s my baby. All grown up and looking like Alexia with blonde hair and the signature blue eyes.
Millie stands in front of me, a second later, her hands touch my huge right hand and I let her.
She runs her fingers across the ink on my palm and I smile.
She always did like tattoos.
Then with big blue and unsure eyes, she gapes at me, “Daddy.”
“Yeah baby, daddy is back. Lee? Ethan? Want to meet daddy?” Alexia tries to nudge the kids.
Millie settles herself between my legs and I cage her in to me. I’m back and I’m not leaving any of you.
Liam drops his toy and reading how Millie’s comfortable in my arms, he runs to me and happiness peppers my vision.
“You look like your mama, little man.”
I ruffle his hair with my left hand. He’s a bit apprehensive and I get that. I’ll win him over.
“Ethan?” Alexia calls our other son who hasn’t made a move to show that he even acknowledges me.
I look at Ethan Volkov and the kid gives me the same look I gave my father when I was a kid.
A look that says, ‘You sure as hell ain’t my father.’
It doesn’t matter though, the kid giving me the stink eye wouldn’t be mine if he liked every douche who showed up at his mother’s doorstep and claimed to be his father.
And yeah, Ethan?
He doesn’t run to me.
He stares at me coldly as he runs to his mother hugging her right leg.
I’ll have a hard time winning him over and an even harder time keeping him in check when he grows up.
I can feel it in my fucking bones. Because he reminds me of a younger me.