Danger and Tattoos

Fucking Gangsters

Vito's POV::

I wake up with River cuddled up against me. My arms are wrapped tightly around her body, keeping her close. I go in tonight and in a year, five six months with good behavior, I'll be out. I feel like crap for getting so invested in this relationship and now going to prison. I wouldn't be if it weren't for this damn gang.
"You okay?" River asks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, her soft voice thick with sleep. I nod, forcing myself to look at her. "You don't have to lie about this."
"I meant what I said in the hospital. I'll be fine-"
"That doesn't mean you feel fine though." I swallow down my pride and shake my head.
"This might sound cliche, and I'm hardly a romantic, but only going to miss the freedom, or the gang, or life, only you. I didn't know someone could get me so whipped," I say. She gives me a small smile and kisses my cheek.
"I'll miss you too. Its not like I'm aloud to move on. Xander would kill me," she says. "Where did you put my shorts?" She asks.
"Bottom, dresser," I tell her. She stands up, her hair falling in messy waves on her back. She bends down and opens the jour. I get up and stand over her, opening mine and taking out a shirt.
She turns around and gasps, her cheeks flaring. I step back and let her stand. She takes a deep breath before wrapping her arms around my neck and pressed ber lips against mine passionately. I run my fingers through her hair.
She pulls back and kisses my neck, trailing down to my chest. Her hands run down my aides as she makes her way further down, chills appearing on my body. She shyly looks up at me while drawing down my sweats and boxers.
Mature::
"You don't have to do anything," I tell her. She averts her eyes while taking me on her hand. I close my eyes, taking in a shakey breath. I gasp as she takes me into her mouth. I look down, breathing heavily. "Fuck."
She looks up at me with an innocent expression, but her eyes are full of mischief and lust. "Is this okay?" She asks.
"Yeah," I chuckle. She goes back to doing it. "Really...really okay. Fuck, baby girl." I grip some of her hair in the back of her head, thrusting my hips. Her hands run up my chest and back down. "Fuck."
"Watch your language."
"Shut up," I say, bringing her up and shoving her to the bed. I pull down her tights and underwear, kissing up her tights and stomach. Looking up at her, her chest rises and falls rapidly with her eyes closed. I place myself and enter her roughly. "Too rough?"
"Harder."
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Mature over::

I walk inside the house to see my parents watching Roseanne on TV. "We were scared to death. Where were you all night?" My dad says, standing up angrily, but also concerned.
"I was fine. I was with Cyra and forgot to tell you guys," I lie. My mom looks over at my dad.
"You know, if your seeing someone, you know romantically, you can tell us," she says.
"As long as its not that guy covered in tattoos," my dad says. I sigh, looking down at my hands. "It's not is it?"
"There's no guy, and Vito isn't that bad. He's a really kind, loving guy," I tell them. "He's always been good to me."
"Good to you?" My mom gasps. "You must stay away from him and people alike." It won't be that hard anymore after he goes to jail tonight.
"You don't go around those-those fucking gangsters."
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    I sit on the couch with Hermosa and her son. He looks more like her than he does Xander, but the resemblance is there. "You feel sick to your stomach?" She asks. I look up from the coloring book and sigh.
    "Yeah, very much so," I tell her.
    "I've been in your shoes, more than once. Take it this way, the reason the police pick them up where they want is cause they're used to these guys; it happens that much. As their women we have to deal with it, we don't get a say, but we love our men and stay by their sides. The sick feeling won't go away, not until he's back at least," she tells me.
    I pick up a crayon and continue coloring with Isaac. "You want kids one day?" She asks me. I nod, smiling. "Vito, he'd make a great father. He's always said he wants a son."
    "He'd be a great father." The guys come back in and we stand.
    "Their outside," Xander tells us. Everyone walks to the kitchen, leaving Vito and I alone. He runs his hands down my arms, pulling me close to him. I rest my forehead on his chest.
    "I want you to be happy while I'm gone," he says, kissing the top of my head.
   "Don't think that's possible."
  "Study more, hang out with your friends more, have a good time. I don't want to be a constant pain; just don't forget about me." He tilts my chin up and kisses me. I place my hands at his neck, wanting to stay like like for as long as we can get. A loud knock comes from the door. "I love you."
"I love you too." Everyone walks back out and watches as Vito walks to open the door. They nod at him and he turns around. I have to look away as they put the cuffs on him.
    "See you guys in a year."

    AN: End of part one of the story. What do you think will happen while he's in jail? Please comment and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh