De Luca

Chapter 16 EDITED

Giovanni POV

Once the feelings in my balls returned, I straightened myself up, breathing in slowly. Reminding myself that the only time I put my hands on a woman was when I'm smacking her ass from behind. I watched from my kneeling positioned as Nathalie angrily got into the back of the cab.

I walked back to where Olivia stood with a gleeful smirk on her face, proud of what she had done. It quickly faded once I got closer and in her face. "I hope your ears are working," I grabbed onto her right ear. "I won't repeat myself. Olivia, you crossed the fucking line. Whether the kid is mine or not, the warehouse cell will be your new home. The moment you give birth, your fucking skull gets a bullet. You signed your fucking death certificate, messing with Nathalie. Cazzo puttana," I told her. I pushed her head away from me and jutted my chin in the direction of the hospital. I walked ahead of her, and she followed behind silently.

We checked in at the receptionist's desk. I had called my on-call doctor ahead of time. Once I gave the nurse Dr. Sierra's name, she led us to her office. In Dr. Sierra's office, she had a sonogram machine with a flat-screen TV hooked up to it. She asked Olivia to take off her pants and lay down with her knees up and opened.

Olivia obeyed and followed Sierra's instructions. Sierra took the stick, slipping a condom on it. She added a bit of lubricant around the head and slowly entered Olivia. I set my focus on the screen. "There it is," Sierra pauses the imagine, removing the stick from Olivia. She then circles a peddle. "That's the fetish. And..." she trails off. After a moment, she speaks again. "She's six weeks pregnant,"

I shut my eyes tightly, pinching the bridge between my nose. I walked towards the door only to punched the shit out of the door. The fucking could be mined. With everything that was happening, the days went by so fast. It was roughly about six weeks again when Olivia had sneaked into my home, and I fucked her, thinking she was Nathalie.

"Get up!" I yelled at Olivia. I could feel the veins in my neck bulged. Olivia began to sob, making my anger rise. I was fucking fuming.

"Please. I'm-" I pointed my gun at her. Olivia clamped up, not finishing her sentence. Sierra remained quiet where she sat. I pointed towards the door with my gun. Olivia bit her trembling lips as she quickly got dressed and headed out. Without saying anything else, we left the hospital.

I drove to my mother's house; her place was not far from where we were. In 45 minutes, we were in the front yard of my parents' house. We got out of the car walking towards the front door. I rang the bell twice, waiting for someone to open the door. Why I did that, I had no clue. Probably delaying the inevitable. My father opened the door confused, but he smiled anyway. However, it quickly vanished once he saw who was standing next to me. It was no secret that the family wasn't a fan of Olivia.

He steps aside to let us enter. As if he remembers something, he gave me a knowing looked; I simply nodded. He said nothing as he walked ahead of us. I pushed Olivia in front of me as we followed the direction my father went. I pointed to the barstool, silently telling Olivia to take a seat. My mother was busy in the kitchen cooking. My dad whispered in her ear. I highly doubt he completed what he was saying before she spun around. It goes without saying that my mom was pissed off. It was hard not to notice the posture and hate-filled gaze.

My mom took the knife she was holding and stabbed it into the wooden cutting board. Another clear sign that she was pissed off. "Speak now," my mom greeted through her teeth. I might be a devil, but a weakly to my mother. I lowered my head, avoiding her gaze. I gulped and said, "It's mine," Before I could say or explain myself. I received a painful slap that swung my head to the side. As I said, I'm a weakly towards my mother and father. I stood there silently, rubbing my cheek. Mama went up to Olivia, grabbing a fist full of her hair. Neither my dad nor I said anything. Mama walked away with her grumbling a string of incoherent curses.

"I never raised you to be a cheater. We live and die by the rules and vows of love of this family. You broke the first rule and vow. Something that would make you catch a bullet by me," My father looked at me disappointed.

"I didn't cheat on her. It was a mistake-" I swallowed the rest of my words merely because my father landed a hard blow to my and stomach.

"Si! Era buio. I remember what you said. But your dick still entered her and planted a seed, did it not?" (Yes, it was dark) I groaned, forcing myself to stand straight; I still head my stomach. The old man's punches were no jokes. "I warned you about that girl. Now, look. Does Nathalie know?" I nodded my head. He called me an idiot before turning around to continue cooking whatever my mother was cooking.

I sighed out, rubbing my cheek. I pulled out my phone and called Nathalie, but she sent my calls to voicemail. After about the fifth time, she blocked my number. How do I know? Because my calls were no longer going through.

I had my ass handed to me by my girlfriend and my parents. This day is looking mighty fine. One thing was for sure I was going to get Nathalie to hear me out, even if that meant that I would need to break into her place.

I hopped into my black beauty, making my way over to her place. An hour later. I was outside her apartment building. I took two stairs at a time, trying to cut my journey in half. I reached her door and pulled out the small pouch filled with lock-picking tools. In seconds I had her door unlocked. I opened it silently, closing it behind me. I looked around her place, listening for a sound. I heard the shower running and made my way in the direction. Not, before taking off my shoes at her door, she had a thing about wearing shoes in the house.

I took off my clothes as I got closer to her bathroom. I opened her shower curtain and joined her. She was facing me when she opened her eyes. She was startled at first but quickly relaxed as our eyes made contact. I took her into my arms, kissing her cheeks. I left a trail of kissing from her cheeks to her neck and shoulders. I made my way back to her cheeks and made my way towards her lips. I gave her lips a gentle kiss as I held her close to me.

I lifted Nathalie, her legs wrapped around my waist, and gently pressed her back to the cold shower tiles. "Reds," She murmurs against my lips. She breathed out, dragging her nails through my scalp, to my neck, across my shoulders, and down my spine.

I leaned over, putting the both of us under the showerhead. I turned off the shower and stepped out. I walked into her bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. I leaned over on my head as the other rubbed her moist entrance. I slid two fingers in her, opening her up. Then, I spat on my hand, rubbed it around my cock head, and entered into her pussy. She gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist. I grind deep into her, making her yelp every time. I hook one hand behind her knee, bring it to her shoulder, and pounded into her pussy. Her pussy got warmer and tighter as she was already on the brink of climax. I push myself to sit on my knees, spreading her legs open. I watch in awe as my cock was coated with her creamy juice.

I pulled out of her and slapped my dick against her pussy, making her whimper. Her whimper turned into a sexy moan as I entered her again. I leaned over, taking one of her breasts into my mouth as I grind into her deep and long. I pulled out again, prompting her knees to her chest. I entered into her and pounded into her. Her pussy became tighter as she moaned loudly, climaxing for a second time. We switch positions again with her on top of me, riding my cock. Soon I held her close to me as I pound into her reaching my own climax. I laid tiredly on my chest, and I kissed her on her forehead.

Once we caught our breaths, I finally asked: "Are you going to tell me why you have finger marks around your neck and a scar on your thigh?"

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A/N: Ooof. It's been a while. Real quick, I wanna say that being an adult fucking sucks. Like I see little kids trying to act grown and I'm over here wanting to be them. They 'int even know. Anyways! I'm back.

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