Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 13

Kelly
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It was now three days since Aunt Macy died. I was a complete mess. The cops said that it was arson and they believed that she was met with foul play. They also said that they had no suspect but the investigation was ongoing. They believed that she was murdered and whoever did it burned the house down to hide the evidence. The cops informed me and Loren that whoever did it also deactivated the entire security system just moments before her death. Who would want to hurt her? Everyone loved her. She was a gem. Her body was so badly burnt. Her dental records had to be used to identify her body. I couldn't stop thinking about it. My heart was broken all over again. I couldn't concentrate while at work because I kept thinking about the pain that she must have felt before she died.

I wiped the tears from my eyes as I got dressed to attend her funeral. I put on my dress and sat on the chair while I put my heels on. Marco wanted to come but I told him no. I haven't seen him much over the past three days because I've been avoiding him. I wanted to grieve alone. You can call me selfish but that was just me.

Loren was not saying much to me about anything. She just locked herself away in the room that she was staying in. She only came out to eat and go to class. I wish that there was something that I could do or say to her to take her pain away but I didn't know what to say to her. I was hurting too. I was just trying to be strong because that's what Aunt Macy would've wanted. She would've wanted us to be strong and be there for each other.

I heard the door open and I looked to see Marco walking into the bedroom.

I got up off the chair as he stood before me. He tried to kiss me but I stepped away from him. I turned my back towards him and applied the makeup to my face. He came and stood behind me and caressed my arms as I felt his warm breath against my neck.

"Kelly, why is it that you don't want me to attend your aunt's funeral?" His fingers were now trailing down my thighs.

My panties were wet. Oh, damn!

"I already told you that I want to grieve alone." I retorted.

"Why are you pushing me away?" He muttered but I didn't reply to him.

His long fingers crept under my dress. I could feel his hard-on as I tried to move away but I couldn't.

"Bella, I want to be there for you. Stop pushing me away. I'm gonna find out who killed your aunt. I promise you that."

"Marco, the cops are already investigating," I told him.

His breathing became heavy as he moved my panties to the side and fondled my pussy lips. I heard him sigh as he felt how wet I was.

"Those cops are fucking useless. I'll find out exactly what happened to her before the week comes to an end." He mumbled against my ear.

Goosebumps were all over my body as he shoved a finger inside of me.

A low moan escaped my lips before I knew it.

"Marco, I've got to go. Loren, Luca, and the others are waiting for me. I am almost late for Aunt Macy's funeral."

"Let them wait." He growled, still pumping his finger in and out of me.

My body shuddered as I climaxed on his finger. I felt my juices running down my thighs.

He ripped my dress in two and pulled down my panties.

"Why did you tear my dress? I love that dress so much." I turned around and looked at him.