ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

19: The B*tch

HELENA

Home is Where My Family Is.

My husband is my home. My friends are my home. My babies are my home. They bring the warmth and comfort that make a home feel alive.

Without them, this mansion feels cold. Without their laughter, it feels empty. Without my babies, the master of this mansion is as cold as the statues of role models he admires.

Our babies melted the frozen heart of the master of this mansion — my husband. The lover of power and wealth cherishes his family more than prosperity.

And his love is my home as well.

The safety of our children is our peace.

We do everything we can to protect our bloodline. My bloodline — one that was nearly wiped out, a powerful organization almost erased — lives on through our children.

My innocent babies.

I thank God every day for gifting me my babies.

I thank God every day for keeping them safe for us.

I'm in Alana's nursery, changing her diaper. I smile as she gazes up at me with those sweet eyes. I press a kiss to her chubby cheek, and she lets out a delighted laugh. She's such a good baby. Honestly, she's the calmest of all my children. Most nights, she hardly wakes me at all.

"Who's a good baby? You are. Yes, you are. You're such a good baby."

My voice rises into a playful sing-song as I shower her with praises. I laugh when she responds with happy little noises, her face lighting up as she looks at me.

"I love you so much."

I kiss her again, earning another giggle. Nothing compares to seeing my children happy. Every night, I thank God that they're healthy, safe, and loved.

They're safe here in the mansion for now, but I know I can't keep them sheltered forever. One day they'll want to explore the world beyond these walls, and when that time comes, we'll let them.

Antonio promised me that once their training is complete, they'll be free to come and go as they please. We both agree that they need to know how to protect themselves from the dangers waiting outside before they're given that freedom.

I look down at Alana and smile. She stares back at me with innocent eyes. Part of me wishes she could stay this way forever, untouched by the darkness of the world, but I know innocence alone won't keep her alive.

As much as it pains me, I'd rather raise my children to be heartless killers than lose them to the foe. The thought of losing them would shatter me. It would break me.

I scoop her up into my arms and walk over to the rocking chair. She snuggles closer, her tiny head nestled in the crook of my neck.

With a sigh, I sit down, adjusting her in my lap. I lift my shirt, exposing my breast. Slowly, I guide her toward it. Her little hands grip me as she latches on, sucking eagerly.

She looks up at me as she suckles on my boob. I gently caress her back, rocking her softly. My phone buzzes, signaling a message. I pick it up and see Roman's text.

Roman
Hi, Chucky, is it fine if I bring Margarita over?

Helena
Yes!
I can't wait to meet her!
And don't call me Chucky!

Roman
All right, we are on our way! See you soon, Chucky!

My phone is ripped from my hands. I look up to see Antonio scrolling through my messages. Recently, the master of this mansion has been a real pain in my ass — quite literally.