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  “He has a type, it seems,” Viktor rumbles. He’s referring to the asshole in the next room. Yeah, the fucking sicko has a type. Blonde and beautiful. It would probably piss Jeanette off if I told her this, but she looks like a fucking Barbie. I know that’s why he went for girls who looked like her. She was right when she said he wanted his perfect life, and that was the mold he had in his sick twisted head.

  When he looks over at Jeanette I can feel her body tense up. Anyone would under Viktor’s stare. “You don’t need to fear me, little one. I brought you a present.”

  “Uh…thanks?” she says, looking back at me. I just shrug. Only Viktor would think bringing you someone to kill was a present.

  “Don’t thank me. It was my pleasure. I got to enjoy a wonderful afternoon with Mr. Clint. I got to teach him what it’s like to be on the other side, at the mercy of someone bigger and stronger, what it’s like when someone loses control, and what if feels like when someone violates your body.”

  Fuck. I can only imagine how Viktor violated his body. Like I said, he’s worth every penny.

  “He still alive?” I ask.

  “Of course, I would never rob this beauty of her prize.”

  “Thanks again, Viktor, I’ll transfer the money—”

  “I don’t want your money, I want your skills.”

  “I’m not trading favors, I told you that. I’m clean after today.”

  “What if I promise you the favor might be illegal, but for the right cause.” I raise my eyebrows at him. Only work I know Viktor does is kill people. Even if that someone is a piece of shit, I’m not doing this anymore.

  “Something was taken from me,” he continues. “I want her back.”

  “And this ‘something’ wants you to take her back?”

  “She doesn’t know I exist, but she is mine,” he states, matter-of-factly. “She has been for a while. I’ve been waiting. Someone found out she meant something to me and took her.”

  “And how can I help you with that?”

  “I need your computer skills.”

  “Viktor, I’m sorry man, I just—”

  “Do you love her?” Jeanette asks suddenly.

  “She is mine.”

  “That’s not what I asked you.”

  “If I am capable of such emotion then yes, I love her.”

  “Then he’ll help you.”

  Viktor just stares at her for a moment. After a beat, he reaches behind his back, pulls out a Tokarev, and hands it to her. It’s an old Soviet handgun, but something Jeanette could easily manage.

  “You see this gun? I killed my sister’s rapist with it. It took me three years to find him, and at thirteen I made my first kill with it. I give it to you. You get your revenge. I don’t care what anyone says, it will make you feel better.” With that, Viktor was gone.

  “That’s the most I’ve ever heard that man say.”

  “You’re going to help him right?” she asks me, looking hopeful.

  “If you think I should, Mama, I will.”

  “I do. I think he’s good…in his own way. What would you do if someone took me from you?”

  I nod my answer, understanding what she’s getting at. I would pull in every favor I had to get her back. Taking the gun from her, I pull the clip back, loading a bullet in the chamber, and hand it back to her. “All you gotta do is pull the trigger,” I say, and I can see her hand shaking.

  “Mama, look at me.” She meets my eyes and I can tell she’s nervous. “On the other side of that door is a monster, and he still has a little bit of a hold on you. You’re going to go into that room and take it back so that monster won’t haunt you in the dark anymore.”

  “I’m ready.”

  I push open the door and see Nick strung up by ropes, his arms spread wide, his toes barely touching the floor. The gag in his mouth is covered in blood, making me think Viktor might have taken a few teeth from him. It looks like he really worked him over good. I’d bet anything he gave him a taste of rape, but I’m not going to tell Jeanette that. She might have caught on to what he alluded to, but some things are better left unsaid.

  I’m not sure what I expect. I don’t know if she wants to scream at him or have it out. He raises his head, and he sees Jeanette. His eyes widen in shock and he tries to speak.

  Bam! The shot rings out in the room.

  I look over and see Jeanette tucking the gun into the waistband of her jeans.

  “No point dragging it out. I was done with him a long time ago.”

  JEANETTE

  It’s been a week and I’m finally ready to take the test. I want to be sure before I tell Saint. Lays knows for sure. She is going to bust into a pile of glitter before I ever get the chance to tell him. I swear to God, that girl has the worst poker face. I’ve just kept my pussy on Saint’s face the past week so that she wouldn’t give away the news before I knew for sure.

  So here I am, pacing in our bathroom, waiting to see what comes up. I stop and check the pregnancy test, and it’s as I suspected. Two pale blue lines stare back at me, and I feel a warm wonderful sensations grow in my chest. “I’m pregnant.”

  “I knew it!”

  I let out a little squeak as I’m spun around and around. “Saint! Put me down! I’m gonna be sick!” He must have sneaked in here when I was pacing, and watched to see what happened.

  “Sorry, Mama. I’m just so excited I didn’t know what else to do.”

  My feet are back on the ground and I grab his arms for support. He goes down on his knees and starts kissing my belly. He sports a huge goofy grin on his face and I realize a second later that my smile mirrors his. I run my fingers through his hair and hold him close as he wraps his arms around me. We are in a bubble of love, and nothing can touch us.

  “Oh my God! I’m so happy!”

  Well, except the shrill sounds of Layla’s excitement. “Easy, Lays, I don’t want to bust the baby’s eardrum.”

  “Oh, shut your mouth! I heard Saint all the way on the other side of the warehouse. I just knew it! I’m so excited. We can talk about babies and names and what we are going to have…and you’re not going to find out are you? Because you can’t find out! This is like the greatest surprise ever! And then we can—”

  “Get out,” Saint orders Layla, over his shoulder.

  I just laugh and wait to see how Layla’s going to handle this. I look at her and she’s got the biggest pout on her face.

  “But I want to talk about babies,” she whines. It really is adorable.

  Suddenly, Layla is scooped up and I see the back of Carter’s head as he carries her out of our bathroom. “This discussion will continue!” she shouts over his shoulder as he shuts our bedroom door behind him.

  Saint hasn’t moved. He’s still kneeling in front of me and kissing my belly. It’s a peaceful, wonderful moment that I never knew was possible. Deep down I was always afraid to hope for this kind of love.

  Suddenly, I feel Saint whisper against my belly, and then I hear him sing. Softly and sweetly, he sings to our baby, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Giant, hormonal tears start to stream down my face, and realize I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.

  I look down and Saint looks up at me. “Marry me, Saint,” I whisper, because saying “I love you” isn’t enough right now. I want him and this and our baby. Forever.

  “You got it, Mama. Name the time and place, and I’m all yours.”

  I lean down and kiss him with every ounce of love I have inside me. And just when I think I can’t be any happier, Saint slips a ring on my finger.

  “I’ve been waiting months for you to ask me that question,” he says with a cocky wink. He stands up, takes my face in his hands and proceeds to melt my panties off with that mouth of his.

  Life is good.

  “Oh! Goddamn, Daddy, that’s it. Right there. A little harder. Oh, fuck. That’s it. Work that tongue.”

  I feel his warm mouth leave my pussy and I look down in shock. “What the
fuck are you doing? Get your mouth back on my pussy, Saint!”

  “Mama, you are going to let everyone out there know exactly what’s happening if you don’t keep it down.”

  “I couldn’t give less of a shit, Saint. I want to cum, and it’s our wedding day. People assume this happens.”

  “I hate to break it to you, Mama, but this usually doesn’t happen…” he glances at his watch, “…five minutes before we are supposed to walk down the aisle.”

  “How else am I supposed to be a blushing bride without the glow of an orgasm? Fuck, I’m horny as shit since you knocked me up. This is your fault for looking so good in a tux, so eat my pussy real quick and I promise to behave the rest of the day.”

  He gives me a mischievous grin. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” But he still moves my wedding dress aside and goes back to my pussy.

  I smile to myself and get back to the edge he left me on. He starts sucking my clit. I’m so close so I can practically reach out and touch it…and then comes a loud knock on the door.

  I grab the back of Saint’s head and hold my pussy against his face. “Don’t you dare move your mouth, Saint. I don’t care if the building is on fire. You’re going to finish getting me off.” I feel his muffled agreement, and then his tongue goes back to work.

  I’m pregnant, hot, horny, and need to cum more than I need my next breath. I grind against Saint's face and my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and deep and I feel the liquid fire flow through my veins. Jesus, that mouth of his is sinful.

  As I come down from my high, Saint climbs out from under my dress and helps put me back together. I look down and see his huge cock bulging in the front of his pants. I give him a sly smile and rub the palm of my hand over it. “We should do something about this.”

  There’s another knock on the door and we both turn in time to see Lays walking in. “Living with you guys this long has some advantages. For instance, I know Jeanette just got hers, so the wedding can start. Do something about that,” she smirks and points at Saint’s pants. “And get in there. Some of us are pregnant and hungry.”

  “Hey, I’m hungry,” I say defensively, but Lays just glares at me. She’s adorable when she’s worked up.

  “Give us a second,” Saint says calmly, and Lays looks at him sternly. “Calm down, Layla. I just want one kiss before we start.”

  “Fine, but make it fast,” she orders and closes the door behind her.

  I wrap my arms around Saint’s neck and he embraces me. He puts his forehead to mine and I can’t imagine a more perfect moment.

  “Okay, Big Daddy, one kiss and then we need to shake a leg.”

  Saint pulls back and gets on his knees again. “What are you doing, Saint? Quit playing around. We’ve got to go. People are waiting.”

  “I said one more kiss, Mama. I didn’t say where I was going to do the kissing. Now are you gonna show me that pussy again or am I going to have to get under that dress and find it for myself?”

  I look at the door and look back at Saint. I see the smug grin creep across his face, and I give in. Fuck it. This might be the most perfect wedding day ever.

  EPILOGUE

  Approximately five years later...

  “This is the last time, Saint. I swear to God, if you don’t get those nuts cut, I’m going to get a butter knife and do it myself.”

  “Oh, now, Mama, don’t be like that. You know you’d be just as sad hurting my cock as I would.”

  That motherfucker has the guts to smile at me. Obviously they medicated him instead of me.

  “I don’t know a single man on the planet who wants to have a house full of women. Just wait until this one is old enough to start in with Erin and Sam.”

  “This one isn’t a girl, Mama. I keep telling you, I planted a boy this time. Why don’t you believe me?”

  “Just because you had a talk with your dick before we fucked like animals that night does not mean I’m having a boy! This is going to be another girl and Lays is going to send over more pink fluffy shit. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even see that the girls would rather play in dirt than make-up.” I feel the contraction easing up and I laugh a little at the thought. “Maybe she should just start sending over dirt in pretty compacts so she feels like they at least enjoy her presents.”

  Another contraction hits me hard and fast. I know something isn’t right. I feel the baby turn and I’m suddenly in excruciating pain. I scream out and Saint stands over me in a panic. “Oh, God, Michael, get the doctor, something's wrong. I feel wetness between my legs, and I don’t know if my water has broken or if it’s something worse.

  I don’t remember much other than the pain. The next thing I know the doctor is in the room and barking at the nurses. More nurses pile in and then I see Carter. I fade in and out as I see Carter holding Saint back. Why is Saint crying? What’s happening?

  Then I’m out.

  “If you don’t wake up and put your boob in this this baby’s mouth, I’m going to do it myself.”

  I wake up feeling foggy and I see Lays beside my hospital bed, holding a newborn baby wrapped in blue.

  “Layla?” I say groggily, and look around for Saint.

  “He just went down the hall to get me some water. Chillax, girl. I had Carter wheel me in so I could hold your baby. Carter has the twins back in my room across the hall. He’s adorable, by the way. Who would have thought our kids would share a birthday? Thank God for emergency c-sections, am I right?”

  “A boy?” I ask, and push the button on the bed to sit up.

  Layla leans over and places my son in my arms. Just as the tears of joy start to fall, Saint walks in the door. He hands Layla her water and comes to my side.

  “I already called and had them schedule my vasectomy. No way can I go through that shit again, Mama.” he says, and kisses me all over my face.

  When he pulls back he looks down at our baby boy and then back at me, with the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. He was right and he knows it, but damn him if I’ll ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

  “We didn’t have a boy’s name picked out.” I say, while touching our son’s sweet face.

  “I’ve always liked Anthony, you know, like the saint.”

  “Perfect.”

  I lean up and kiss my husband, my love, my world. Now I’ve got two saints to watch over me.

  Approximately eight years later…

  “You gonna go over and take care of that situation or not?”

  “Chill, Carter. Just watch.”

  Carter and I have all the kids on our own today. We decided to take them to the park and just let them run wild while our wives have the day to themselves.

  Our eldest daughter, Erin, had been playing on the swings for a few minutes before another kid tried to push her off. I want to see how this situation plays out before I step in. If I know my girl the way I think I do, this won’t take long.

  I see the kid go over three times and try to push her off the swing. Each time, Erin stops and calmly asks him to wait his turn. The fourth time the kid tries to knock her off, I see the switch flip. My mini-mama comes to life. Erin stops the swing, gets off, and walks up to the kid.

  “Oh, shit,” I say, and then it happens. Erin pulls back and lays a punch right on the kid’s mouth. He didn’t even see it coming.

  “Looks like you get to go have a kid-parent conference,” Carter says, motioning to the crying kid as he runs to his mom.

  I sigh and shake my head. “Not the first time and I have a suspicious feeling it won’t be the last.”

  Some time later...

  “Mama, if you don’t get your pretty ass in this house and change out of that skirt, I am going to lose my shit.”

  “Language!”

  “Let the neighbors hear it. I don’t give a fuck.”

  “Jesus, Saint! Today is my fortieth birthday. Let it go.”

  “I don’t care if it is your birthday. You don’t get to show that much skin.” />
  Jeanette slowly walks over and pats me on the side of my face. She gives me the look she gives the kids when they’re being ridiculous. I don’t like this look one fucking bit.

  “The kids are with Lays and Carter for the night. Don’t ruin my fun.” With that statement, she turns around and struts her micro-skirt out to the truck and opens the driver door. She looks at me over her shoulder, and with a long, exaggerated wink, slowly gets in the truck, revealing she isn’t wearing any panties.

  My jaw drops but she doesn’t miss a beat. She cranks up the truck and puts it in reverse, pulling out of the driveway before I even have a split second to react.

  “Motherfucker. She did not just leave.”

  She did.

  I look around like I can’t believe what I’m seeing. After a second I snap out of my shock and go into the house, grab the keys to my motorcycle, and run out the door. Oh, she’s just begging for it tonight.

  Anthony and Mary… their 21st birthday

  “Please, Tony, I’ve been patient, I can’t wait anymore.”

  “I told you, princess. When you agree to be my wife I’ll give you the real thing.”

  I slide against her folds but don’t enter her. This is what we do every time we have more than thirty seconds alone. I pull my cock out, she pulls her panties to the side and we mimic fucking. I won’t take her virginity—our virginities—until she agrees to be my wife, and damn if she isn’t the most stubborn woman on the planet.

  “Tony, it’s my birthday, please,” she whines, but I just smile.

  “You forget it’s my birthday too, princess.” I smile and keep sliding against her. I know she wants to cum, and she’s so close, but I’ve got the patience of a saint and I intend to use it to my advantage.

  “I told you I would three years ago!”

  “But you wouldn’t let me tell your dad, so it didn’t count. I want you to agree to be my wife, wear my ring, and tell the world. I’m not keeping it secret. I’m not ashamed of you or of us, or afraid of what your parents will think.”