Rise & Fall Of A Don

Chapter 16

Tommy Pov

One Year Later

I walked upstairs and heard sniffling. Scarlett was sitting by the window crying. After a year of marriage, I can honestly say she has grown on me. She's not like the selfish people in our social group. She's very humbled.

"What's your problem?"

She jumped. Didn't know I was there. I mistakenly growled. I had to kill a member of my crew today. That shit hurt in more ways than one. I had to kill and interrogate Terrance. We've been boys for over 16 years. Another thing I had to harden my heart against. Pain and betrayal. He begged and pleaded and said he was innocent. He stood on that, but the evidence was damning. Why the fuck would he steal or try to skim off the top. I was surprised that he didn't squeal like a baby under Max's integration. Even I looked away one or twice. Finally, we had to bring someone else in. It was too hard for the crew. It was torturing Max to torture a man he called friend for over 5 years.

"It's nothing, Tommy. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

I pulled her to me by her throat. She gasped and became fearful. "Tommy, please."

"What the fuck I say about keeping secrets in my fucking house." She flinched when I said my house instead of our house.

"It's not a secret Tommy. Just something that we've talked about before."

"Do I need to beat it out of you? Don't mistake my fondness for you for me being a pussy."

"No, never Tommy."

"Then what the fuck is it." I squeezed her neck tighter than I realized, she couldn't speak. I let up a little.

"I.. I know we've discussed it, Tommy. But..but would you please rec-consider. I..I want to have your child. Please. Let me have your baby, Tommy."

I blew out a breath. She's on birth control and will stay on it until I say otherwise. I didn't make it known that I got a vasectomy. But she's the elite. They don't have children until their husband says so.

"I won't keep revisiting this conversation with you. It's done. No children." I growled.

I know she's not like most elites. She doesn't make it a habit of going to a salon and getting her hair and nails done. Even though she gets an allowance. She only cooks, bakes and cleans all day until I come home. She waits on me hand and foot. I didn't want to like her or love her, but somehow, I fell for her. She's too sweet not to. She's very caring. She's not just arm candy. She truly loves art, sewing and crocheting. She's working on a tapestry now. It's huge. She's been working on it for months. Next, she will start on a quilt for us, she says.

"Tommy."

"In the room. Now."

"Tommy, I'm sorry. I love you. I just want your child, that's all. I won't ask for anything else."

I ignored her pleas and got out my whip and paddle. After I beat her over and over with a paddle until I was satisfied then made her suck my dick. While on her knees she was crying and moaning at the same time. I picked her up and threw her on the bed. Even though she was in pain she still kissed me. On my neck, my face. I slammed into her. She gasped. She moaned as I pounded her into the mattress. She cried out. I raised her legs up and went deeper. I pound my frustrations out. Because there was only one reason why I wouldn't give her a child.

Narration: What I didn't know was that Sasha watched me from a distance. She was there when I got married. She was there for it all and I didn't even see her. She would make me pay for it all in a way.