The Boss's Heir

Chapter 45

"Stand him the f*ck up!" Marco yelled to Enzo, as he stood the man who attacked Cay, back up against the wall.

Marco had spent the last hour beating the man bloody, torturing him and listening to his screams echo throughout the warehouse.

All the fingers on the man's right hand had been broken and now lay grotesquely in varying positions, making the man vomit when it first happened.

Then Marco used those same pliers and broke the toes on his left foot which made the man pass out several times only to have ice cold water thrown on him to shock him awake.

"I want to know exactly what Whitford said to you!" Marco roared.  "And I want to know now or I swear I will peel every surface of skin from your body!"

"H-he said that you cheated him out of permits that should have been his first and that you had the councilwoman in your pocket" he groaned out in pain.

Marco was a mess.  He was sweaty and dirty but he didn't care.  All he had to do was think about his wife laying in their bed with her face bruised, with a concussion and their baby growing inside her.

The danger this culo put her in, put Jules in would never be forgiven and he would make sure that Braeden Whitford got that message loud and clear.

He had Vittorio lay out his tray of tools as he watched the expression on the man's face completely change, going from obstinate to fear. He was terrified. And he should be.

"Hold his head" Marco said, his voice completely devoid of anything resembling emotion, human or otherwise.

Vittorio and Enzo did as their Don commanded while the man struggled.  "Trust me, the more you struggle, the more I love it" he sounded cold as he laughed.

Picking up something that resembled pliers a dentist would use, he had something put in his mouth to keep it open and sticking the pliers in, he started plucking away, a tooth at a time until the man's mouth was a bloody mess.

"Gimme a box" Marco demanded as Enzo handed him one that looked like something a piece of jewelry would come in and with Marco nodding at him, he knew what he was supposed to do.

Putting the bloodied teeth in the box, Enzo wrapped it up in brown paper and addressed it to the hotel where Whitford stayed, well actually lived, he was in the process of buying the hotel.

This would be the first of many gifts to Braeden until there was literally nothing left of his man.

Every night after torturing the man, Marco would come home, shower and sleep down in his study.  He couldn't bear for Cay to be near him when he had been the hand off death.

He didn't want her or Julian stained by the evil his hands did, they were innocents, never to be touched by his business.

On the final night, when he'd ended the man, he took his shower in the same place but instead of going to his study, he went straight to the room he shared with his wife and to their bed where he planned on taking her.

It'd been six days and he'd heard through the grapevine, from Jules actually, that she was irritable and she had told Jules she felt like she was wound tighter than an eight day clock.

He chuckled at the thought because he could hear her saying it as well and tonight he had every intention of fixing both their problems because he was feeling it to.

He was totally shocked when he walked into their room and found his beautiful wife, dressed in a tight white tank shirt and white lace panties, awake and reading in bed.

And when she looked up at him, her smile melted his heart but at the same time he was incredibly turned on, especially when she threw back the covers, stepped from bed and walked to him.

Not giving her a chance to say anything, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her wildly, her soft moans filling his ears as he gripped her arms while she grasped his.

"Marco, I have missed you so much" Cay whispered as she kissed and sucked on his neck. Letting out a sexy breath, Marco picked her up, having her wrap long legs around his waist, he carried her to bed.

He literally ripped her panties in two and shoved her tank shirt above her full breasts, then roughly shoving her legs apart, he dove in deep, his tongue swirling around in her sex, then flicking and pressing it into her swollen cl*t.

"Ah!  Marco!  God yes!  Yes, yes, yes!" She shouted, her body being ripped in two by her orgasm while he lapped up everything she could give him.

"You, gattina.  On top.  Now" she shuddered at how forceful he was and knowing that side of him turned her on.

He teased her at first, rubbing his thick c*ck along her slick folds, pressing it into her already sensitized jewel.  She was losing control again and he enjoyed watching her come undone at his expert hands.

"That's it fiore.  Move that beautiful body.  I need to watch you make me come.  Everything I have, I willingly empty into your body.  Oh Christ" he groaned as she rolled her sensuous hips into him.

Marco moved his wife's hands to around his throat, encouraging her to caress his throat while she f*cked him hard.

"Marco" she panted, her eyes focused on his.  "Si, tigrotta?" He gritted, so close he was barely hanging on by a thread.

Her movements had increased, her swollen n*pples rubbing and massaging his chest as she moved.

"Did you kill for me?"  Her voice sounded breathy, like a child's but he never hesitated in answering her.

"Si, Cay.  I sent that cagna straight to hell where he belongs" Marco told her honestly.

At that moment he felt her nails dig deep into his back, her moans got deeper as she clinched like a visegrip, exploding into tiny pieces.

"Shit!  Oh f*ck me!  Marco I love you!" She cried out as her entire body shook with each spasm from her climax, it was amazingly beautiful to watch.

When he knew she as done, he surrendered his body, his orgasm burning him from the inside out while he roared like the man he was, her man, her protector.

As they lay panting in each other's arms, Cay rolled to her side, taking Marco's hand with her and holding it to her lips, she placed tender kisses on his knuckles, telling her husband how much she loved him.