Desired: Loving An Alpha Male (18 page)

It took me a minute to get inside the house.  Patrol walked along the corridor of the outside of the house, but they were lazy and didn’t see or hear me coming.  I put them both to sleep as well as the dog that was with them and made my way inside the house.  With the house alarm off, I made my way into the house and waited in the kitchen for my quarries to arrive.

Early birds do get the worm, I heard footsteps coming downstairs.  The coffee machine started about thirty minutes ago and you know I helped myself to a cup.

Coffee wasn’t half bad.

When Gregory came around the corner and turned the light on in the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes falling on the huge .45 in my hand. My other quarry came right after him and ran into his back.

“Damn, Greg. What the…” She stilled until the moment her eyes met mine.

I took the coffee cup I had in my hand and took a sip. “You’re out of creamer.”

“Get the fuck out of my house,” Greg told me, with just a hint of bass in his voice.

Just a hint though. He wasn’t stupid.

“Sit down, you two. My patience is gone at this point, and I’m so far gone, I won’t have a problem killing the both of you and making you disappear without a trace.” They didn’t move, which was adding fuel to the raging inferno within me. “I said sit down!” I yelled suddenly, and they moved quickly to the table.

“See what you did, Greg?  I told you we shouldn’t have let that girl in our house,” Dara said.

I looked at her. “That girl happens to be your sister. Do you even give a fuck about that?”

She didn’t reply.

I looked at Greg and said, “This can go one of two ways; you can answer my questions truthfully and honestly, or I can put a bullet in your sister’s head, see if you become talkative then. And please don’t push me.”

I stood up the moment I heard voices coming down the stairs.  I waited until the older sister and her bitch ass husband came in the room.

“Make sure you don’t make my eggs so runny. You know I hate that shit.”

When they came around the corner, bitch ass Rafiq pushed his wife in front of him when his eyes met mine. I said quickly, “No, I’m not here for you this time. Sit down, Rafiq.”

I saw the tension leave his face, but the questioning look of his wife wasn’t a surprise.  I’m sure she had no idea what her husband loved to do.

I waved my gun at them both, and they all took a seat at the table.  I stood back, watching them and keeping an eye on both entrances to the kitchen from the back door and the front. I had my contact set the alarm anyway, so if anyone came inside, I would know.

I looked at a now fuming Greg and said, “I found out some disturbing information today.”

“What did that bitch tell you?” Dara bit out. “That’s why you’re here, because of what we said to her?”

I ignored her and kept my eyes on her brother. “You have no idea how bad I want to kill you right now. The fact that you are setting up Georgia to take the fall for your stupid business decisions make me fucking sick.”

Greg’s eyes bulged out of his face and Deidra, the oldest daughter, looked at her brother. “What’s he talking about?”

Greg didn’t reply. He just looked at me. I told him, “I need a few questions answered, and then I’m gone.  How much did you pay Manuel Agosto to kill Georgia?”

He didn’t reply, so I cocked my gun and fired just above Dara’s head. The women screamed and ducked. I’m sure Rafiq pissed his pants. Greg, eyes wide, yelled, “Okay, okay!! I didn’t ask him to kill her, okay? I just wanted her to disappear.”

“Tell me about the plan.”

Greg took a few deep breaths and said quickly, “Okay, so I had found his number from someone I knew and talked to Manuel over the phone…”

“No,
Junior
, I want you to start from the beginning.  I want to know when you found out about Georgia. When did you find out you had a sister?”

Greg, surprise on his face, squirmed in his seat and tried not to look at his sister, Deidra, when he said, “I knew about her for a long time.”

“Greg!” Deidra exclaimed.

“What, Deidra?… Okay, yes, father told me about her about a month before he passed.  He wanted me to look for her.  He wanted to meet her and talk to her.  He wanted to apologize, all that shit, but I wouldn’t let that happen.  No one was coming in here and taking what’s mine.” He bit out the last part with serious venom I noticed.  Jealousy was a beast I should know.

I didn’t have time for sibling spats, so I said, “Greg, over here. Talk to me.”

“Okay… So, yes, I found Georgia, but I never told my father.  It seems though he went over my head and found where she was without my knowledge. When I found out, that’s when I called around and got a hold of Manuel.  I just wanted her to disappear and not show up for the reading of father’s will, that’s all. I didn’t want him to kill her.”

“Even if she disappeared, you didn’t think that the lawyers would’ve kept searching for her? It wasn’t a matter of her just disappearing Greg. You wanted her to disappear for good.”

He didn’t reply. He just nodded and put his head down.

“So when that didn’t work, what did you do? You came up with another plan to make her become the scapegoat for your bad business decision?”

“What bad business decision?” his clueless older sister asked.

I tilted my head and smiled. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? Well, your brother here was trying to be like your father.  He started dealing with the cartel, not my family like your father was; Greg here is dealing with the Russians. And, unfortunately, the Russians are not as civil as we are. They deal in things like trafficking of little girls throughout the United States and abroad.  The Russians are using the empty buildings you own as a place to hide the girls.”

I looked at Deidra as I went on. “There is a brothel that’s being ran in one of your buildings as well that exploits these young girls as prostitutes.” I pointed my gun at her husband. “Ask your husband. He’s been a few times.  He likes them young. Don’t you, Rafiq?”

“Fuck you, man,” he spat as he jumped to his feet.

I took my cup and threw it at his face. It hit him square in his forehead and shattered. Rafiq stumbled over, and I moved quickly to him and kicked him in his face.

“Don’t forget who the fuck you’re talking to,” I told him calmly and kicked him in his balls. “Trifling son of a bitch.”

“Greg, is this true?” Dara asked him.

“Of course, it’s true,” I told her over Rafiq’s moaning. “And please don’t act all innocent, young lady. You knew all about it too. Greg here had you befriend Georgia, take her around the city, and keep her here so you could set her up; make her sign some papers she had no clue about, have her sit in a few meetings, get her acclimated so you could make it seem like she was in the know since the beginning.  Since she’s older than you, she actually owns more shares than you. The way you set everything up, she’ll be the one in the front of all this shit when the Feds come knocking at your door.”

Dara squinted at me. “You don’t know shit.”

“Dara, shut up!” Greg told her, but her arrogant ass didn’t listen.

“No, Greg, if he’s going to get it right, let him get it all right. Yes, we were going to let her take the fall for everything, but not with the Feds.  No, we need the Russians off our backs, so that’s who we’re giving her too. You know, make it seem like she was talking to the Feds to get the Russians off our backs and on to someone else; her fiancé.”

I shook my head. “Wow. I have never met a whole family of ignorant motherfuckers in my entire life.  You have no idea who you’re fucking with. The Russians aren’t some neighborhood gang; they don’t just go after one person that they find has fucked them over.  First, when the Feds come for them, they would already have found out, and the Feds will find nothing. Then guess who the Russians are going to go for after that? It won’t be just Georgia. No, they’ll go after the whole entire family. They’ll make statements, large ones. You are so far over your head; it’s un-fucking-real and completely sad.”

I shook my head. “What I don’t understand is why you would do that to your own flesh and blood.  When you got to know her, saw how good and innocent she was, you still went about deceiving her, making her feel like she belonged when you clearly didn’t give a shit about her. She’s been living her life, thinking she was alone in this world, and finally she has this family she’s always wanted, and you were setting her up. She lost her mother and the man she thought was her father when she was nine. And here your coward ass father knew all about her and never went looking for her. She didn’t deserve that shit. And I know the moment I tell her what you fuckers have done, it’s going to crush her.”

I put my gun in my pants and walked over a still moaning Rafiq. I heard someone stand and say behind me, “What have you done?”

I turned to see Deidra standing in front of me.  She said to me, “Yes, you’re right, what we’ve done to her was unspeakable, but what about you? She doesn’t deserve the life you live.”

I nodded. “I know she doesn’t.  Once I clear this shit up and get her off the Russians, I’ll send her home.” I pointed to her brother. “He’s going to make sure she gets the money that’s due to her before the Feds come and shut you down. Then she’s going to live happily with all of this and us behind her.”

“Wow, aren’t you the hypocrite?” Greg said to me.

“What?” I started moving in his direction, ready to put my gun in his mouth and pull the fucking trigger.

He puffed his chest out and said, “You knocked up my sister, and then what? You’re just going to send her on her way to raise your kid on her own?”

My heart stopped. “What the hell did you just say to me?”

“You heard me; you call my father a coward; what about you?  How can you…” I cut him off with my hands around his neck.  I squeezed hard about to crush his windpipe. I was seeing nothing but red.  I slammed him against the wall and squeezed tighter, waiting for the life to leave his eyes. I seethed, “You’re fucking lying. She’s not pregnant.” 

I saw Deidra next to me, and she said to me, “God, he’s telling the truth. Georgia is pregnant. We were with her when she found out.” I didn’t look over at her, and I didn’t want to believe a word she said.

I dropped Greg, and he fell to the floor. I backed up and looked at Deidra, hoping that what she said to me wasn’t true. But I could see she was telling me the truth.

“Why don’t you go and ask her yourself if you don’t believe us,” Deidra said to me, and I planned to do just that.  I just hoped I calm down by the time I get home.

This morning was rough for me.  I tossed and turned all night, but I couldn’t bring myself to go downstairs and ask Drake to sleep with me.

I wanted him.  Last night was unbelievable.  Meeting his family was something I wasn’t prepared for, but I was so glad I did.  Despite what the men of the family were, I’d never felt safer than I did that night. I don’t know what that says about me though. Having a feeling of contentment around a crime family had to be crazy, but I felt the same way sometimes when I was around Jay Rock and his crew.

When I woke that morning, my body was tense and sore. I felt sick to my stomach, hoping I wouldn’t get attacked with morning sickness again. I thought I might have been over that by now. I moved down the stairs slowly and quietly, as to not disturb Drake, but found out he wasn’t even there.  He left me a note saying he would be back. 

My stomach started to growl, so I headed over to the kitchen to see what I could cook.  Did I mention that I can’t cook to save my life? Yeah, all I can do is make an egg sandwich, so that’s what I did.  I drank a glass of milk then decided to take a bath to soothe my muscles.

I tossed the large t-shirt of Drake’s that I was wearing on the floor of the bedroom and padded my way to the bathroom. I decided to take a shower first to wash up.  I wanted to soak and soothe my body using the jets of the tub.  My shower was quick, but my bath I intended to stay in until I was all wrinkled up.

I don’t know how long I was in there because I dozed off until I heard the door slam downstairs.  I jumped up, afraid half out of my mind until I heard Drake yell my name. I slowly got out of the bathtub, feeling dizzy and trying not to fall again, and grabbed the towel from the rack.  I wrapped it around me and walked out of the bathroom. I was met with a look that I had never seen before, and it scared the shit out of me.

I mean, I’d seen Drake mad, but the way he was foaming at the mouth had me petrified.

I stood there on shaky knees, waiting for him to kill me or something.  His fists were balled up tight, his jaw was flexing, and his eyes were shooting daggers straight at me. “What’s wrong?” I managed to get past the knot caught in my throat.

“Are you pregnant?”

Shit.

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t move, nor could I speak. The knot in my throat finally took over. I started to shake, and it wasn’t from me being wet.

“I asked you a fucking question! Are you pregnant?!” he yelled in this voice that, oh God, screamed through my body. He’d never used that tone with me. As a matter of fact, I’d never heard that tone from him.

“Georgia!”

He yelled my name with so much intensity that I jumped clear out of my skin and croaked out a quiet, shaky, “Yes.”

“What did you say?”

I nodded my head vehemently but I whispered my answer. “Yes.”

He moved closer to me, and I distinctively backed up until I crashed into a wall behind me. He didn’t falter his steps. He kept coming, eyes ripping through me. “You mean to tell me all this time we’ve spent together, you didn’t tell me you were pregnant?”

“I tried,” I managed to say but regretted the words instantly.

“You tried?! Are you kidding me?! You tried?! How did you try? When? Was it during the whole time you rode with me here after you found me in the club? Was it during the time we went shopping for hours and then sat down and ate together? Or were you going to tell me when I brought you around my family? When Georgia?! When were you going to tell me? Or were you going to tell me at all? Were you planning on getting me to help you, and then later you were going to leave without telling me you were pregnant? Was that the plan?”

I shook my head. “No, Drake! I was going to tell you, okay? I tried to tell you the other night, but you pulled out a gun, and you were talking to him and I just…”

“That’s bullshit, Georgia. You had ample enough time to tell me.” He backed away from me. The anger in his eyes was replaced with a look I had seen from him before… hurt.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

“I’m sorry, Drake, okay? I didn’t know what else to do. I was trying to figure out a way to tell you, but I was afraid, okay? I was afraid of what you may think of me.  I had unprotected sex with you, and it wasn’t intentional, I promise. I didn’t do this to trap you or get you to be with me.  I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s hard for me to get pregnant; very hard… almost impossible, so I didn’t think you would get me pregnant.  But when I did, I didn’t want you to feel I trapped you. God, and you helping me… I just… I didn’t know how to say it… But I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to let this much time go by. Please…”

He just stared at me, his chest heaving up and down. Nose still flaring, fists still balled.  God, I didn’t know if he believed me or blamed me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I fell back against the wall and let the tears that were starting to collect in my eyes fall.

I couldn’t see him anymore, but I felt him move closer to me. “Shit, Georgia…”

“I’m sorry, Drake,” I mumbled before I started to cry.

“Don’t,” I heard him say before I felt both his hands go to the sides of my face, and his lips touch mine.

He kept wetting my lips with his. “Stop, Georgia.”

Yeah, that made me cry even more, and I started to fall to the floor. “I’m sorry, Drake. I’m…”

I felt him pick me up and crash his lips to mine.  My legs went around his waist, and he carried me until I felt the bed to my back.  Drake didn’t stop kissing me as he settled between my legs. My whimpers turned into a soft moan as confusion and fear still filled me. But Drake’s kiss wasn’t what I was used to from him.  It was soft and tender, and full of emotion I had never felt from him.

“Please stop crying, baby,” he said softly to me, and then rolled himself over to where I was laying on top of him.  He held me close to him, rubbing my back, kissing my forehead and the top of my head.

He moved beneath me to get me to look at him.  When I turned my face to do just that, he touched the sides of my face gently and caressed me.  He said to me, “I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me anything.  Nothing you could say to me will ever make me think less of you. I don’t blame you, baby. I had a feeling I could get you pregnant. I didn’t care and maybe I should have, considering what kind of life I live, but I didn’t.” He looked deeply into my eyes and then to my lips. He then said to me, voice deep and dripping with something else entirely, “You belong to me now… you’re mine.”

“Drake,” I replied and started to squirm from his grip. He flipped over again pinning me against the bed.  His leg pushed my legs open, and he settled between me again.  This time though, his hips started to move slowly.

“You’re mine now, Georgia… You and our baby.” He lifted slightly to remove the towel from its folded position, and opened it to reveal me. 

I shouldn’t say this, and damn it I shouldn’t feel this either, but thank God he’s finally touching me.  Finally, my body was getting what it’d been wanting ever since I saw him at the club, ever since he left me in Cabo.

I closed my eyes and arched my back the moment his fingers touched my skin. I felt every touch, every caress all through me.  It looked like this pregnancy had heightened all of my senses. I felt every nerve ending in my body come alive, sending signals to my brain that was overloading me.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” his voice husky and deep. I knew I was wet the moment he touched me, but his voice always brought more out of me. He gently massaged my breasts and looked at me, “Do they hurt?” he asked me.

I opened my eyes. “A little.”

“Can I kiss them?” he asked me, and I smiled and nodded.

“Please.” I brought my hand up and placed it behind his head as he moved down to my breast and my nipple. His kisses were soft. His tongue even softer, but when he brought my nipple into his mouth and sucked, I pushed into him moaning loudly.

Shit that felt amazing!

He stopped and looked at me concerned. I shook my head. “No, please, don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

He suddenly smiled that smile of his that lights his entire face. “That’s my girl.”

I can’t begin to explain to you what’s happening to me. My body’s reaction to him had been enhanced. My nipples were craving him to touch them, to kiss and suck on them. One seems to tingle with anticipation when he’s playing with the other.  Please don’t mistake me, oh they hurt like hell, but, I don’t know, the pain was reaching right in between my legs and giving me this sensation that didn’t want him to stop.

But he moved down from them and kissed down my belly. I opened my legs wider to him and arched into him, giving him better access to me.  When he finally touched me with his tongue, I think I came… God, I know I did. The feeling came over me instantly. I grabbed the blanket under me and growled out the ecstasy flowing through me.

“Shit, I love hearing you come. You drive me crazy, baby, with the sounds you make… Come again for me, baby. Please let me hear you… Tell me how good I make you feel… Tell me you’re mine.”

“Drake, I can’t... I… Oh yes! Please right there… Right there!” He lapped his tongue over and over around my clit. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked. It was taking me there quickly. I couldn’t control it.

I sat up and gripped his head. “Yesssss!… Oh!…. Please have me!…. I’m yours! Please just…”

I grappled at his shirt, trying to pull it up and off him.  He moved from between my legs as I pulled off his shirt and fell back to the bed. I watched as he removed his t-shirt and started with his pants.  I heard the clunk of his boots, and then his pants dropped. I started licking my lips with anticipation.

Drake smirked at me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I knew he loved it.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked me as he crawled up my body.

“No,” I replied and he chuckled. 

It wasn’t meant to be funny. Hell, I was serious.

But I wanted him, that I was sure of. I wanted him in more ways than I was willing to admit to him.

He started kissing me as I brought my legs up to give myself to him.  He said inches from me, “Put me inside you.”

Huh? My pleasure
.

I gripped him tight, and he moaned slightly as I stroked him with my hand slowly before I guided him to my center.  His head moved to my opening and as he moved in and out of me, slowly invading me, I couldn’t help but move back.  It had been a while since I had him and, shit, it hurt.

“I’ll go slow, baby, but I can’t promise you it will be for long.  I’ve been waiting for this pussy since I left Cabo… I need this baby… I need you… I… oh fuck yes… shit you feel amazing… hmmm.” He buried his head in my neck as he created a slow and steady pace, rounding his hips as he moved in and out of me, gathering my juices, soothing me.

He stopped moving suddenly and said to me. “I’m not hurting the baby, am I?”

I shook my head, “Um no… I don’t think it can feel you.”

“What? We’ll see about that.”

I laughed at first but then stopped… The way he was going at me was not a laughing matter.

He gripped my ass as he went harder and faster, then crashed into me, and we both came like a freight train. He cried out, and I screamed in his neck.

“Did I tell you how much I missed you?” he asked me before he flipped us again and put me on top. 

I looked in his sated eyes and smiled. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Yeah? Show me.” He pushed me up and started moving my hips.

He can’t be hard again already,
I thought to myself but I felt him grow inside me.

Damn… Yes, oh how I missed him
.

*****

After our hearts had settled down, Drake asked me, “Do you know when you’re due?” I was laying my head on his chest with my arm around him.

“The doctor gave me a tentative date around the middle of March. She couldn’t make it definitive until I have an ultrasound.”

He grew quiet, and then said, “So you’re about what four months?”

I nodded. “Yes, about that.”

He rolled over on his side and faced me.  I moved on my back, and he started caressing my belly, then he bent down and kissed it.

He looked in my eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shook my head.

“How are you feeling? Are you feeling sick?”

I shook my head again and said, “I’m feeling okay right now.  I haven’t been sick in a few days, but I never know until I get up. Which I need to do now or I’m going to explode.”

He kissed me on my lips and moved from me so I could get up.

“First thing tomorrow we need to make you a doctor’s appointment.  They can do the ultrasound or whatever they need to do so we can have an official date. How are you working?”

“I’m teaching an online class. Which reminds me, I need to get to that and grade papers. I’m falling behind.”

My bladder was about to explode so I slowly got up and I heard him gasp. I looked back at him. “What?”

“Shit, you have a bruise on your hip. I didn’t think I gripped you that tight.”

I shook my head. “Oh no, that’s not from you.  I fell a few times getting up too fast.  I get dizzy spells sometimes.”