Chapter ten

"I love how brightly your hair shines under the light of the sun," he confessed to her. The sound of a child's laughter surrounded them as they lay on a blanket in the park.

She turned to him, "I almost forgot that you were such a romantic."

He eased closer, pressed his lips to hers, and they kissed joyously rolling one on top of the other as the moments went by. His hand eased up her thigh. He felt the warmth of her flesh. "Papa, papa," Amy's voice sounded as she ran up to them.

They quickly adjusted themselves to accommodate her on the blanket as she squeezed between them. She took her cell phone and took a picture of them. One picture after the other, some silly faces, some big smiles, and others more serious.

Amy stood to her feet, "I'm ready for lunch now. Can we get fish and chips?"

"Sure princess, you can have whatever you want," he responded as he sat up.

Emily's face glowed, "You spoil her."

"Of course, I always spoil my favorite girls." He stood and reached for her hand. She stood and wrapped her arms around him, "have you ever thought about becoming a city girl?"

She chuckled and later saw the serious look on his face, "I don't know. I love my simple life but if I had to live a fast life with the man I love, I suppose I could consider it."

They gathered their things, left the park, and stopped at a local spot for lunch. As they sat eating, they enjoyed the compliments they received on how beautiful their family was. Amy had her phone out watching TikTok videos. There was a lovely voice singing a tune to which Amy sang along.

Nigel's ears perked up, he remembered the sound and quality of the voice, and he looked at Amy's phone. He watched the video of Sky singing. Emily saw the look on his face, "Is it Sky?" she asked.

He cleared his throat. She touched his hand, "You said yourself, she looked different. Maybe she's changed."

He sighed. Was it worth the risk? He wondered. As he pondered a few more seconds, a shadow appeared by their table. Nigel looked up. He scoffed as he sat back.

He smirked, "Oh, don't look so happy to see me, Nigel old friend."

"Saul, to what do I owe this displeasure."

"Ouch."

"I'm certain your shabby feelings aren't hurt."

"Maybe not but I was hoping that we could discuss a business venture—"

"Ha, ha, ha," Nigel blurted out as Saul attempted to speak.

Emily stood, "I'll take Amy to the restroom," she said as she hurriedly took Amy from the table.

Saul's face morphed to one of displeasure, "Ya basta!"

Nigel stopped laughing, "There's no fucking way I'd ever do business with you. You think I don't know all your little legal problems? Word travels quickly, especially when the news is bad."

The word on the street was that Saul was using young girls to satisfy himself and some of his friends. The business in London was dried up since he wasn't able to get stolen parts. The money he had was dried up and he was tired of asking his sister for money.

He had another business in the works but wanted to lean on the expertise of Nigel. He had the idea to try something legal that would drive funds. He consulted with a friend that thought he could attempt a recording business.

"You'll be sorry," Saul warned.

"No. I won't. You are as foolish as you are stupid and as irresponsible as you are reckless."

Saul turned and walked away. He stepped outside of the restaurant and made a call, "We need to talk ... tonight."

Her hair flowed down her back in a messy pile of waves. She wore a sheer t-shirt in which her large soft brown areola and nipples could be seen. She smiled at him as he lay in bed with nothing more than a white sheet strewn over his mid-section down to his thighs, "Mi amor, come back to bed," he insisted as she stood there, he surveyed her face, "what's the matter?"

She forced a smile, "Nothing," she replied as she joined him in bed tossing back the sheet revealing his erection which she happily mounted. Her fingers interlocked with both of his as she moved her hips enjoying the length of him.

Every time he tried to flip her over, she remained steady and held his hands. He realized that she was a lot stronger than she appeared, yet if he truly wanted to be rough, he could flip her but why would he? He loved her hungry stroke. He moaned and groaned as she had her way with him. Finally, she shook with her skin moist and tanned red, "Ahhhh," she moaned as she reached the height of her climax.

He reached up and touched her face, "You're so beautiful. I think I'm falling in love."

Her mind flashed to the phone call she had before she stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom and looked at Emilio lying in bed.

Tampa, Florida

The night was crisp. They planned a night with friends. As Nyla sat in the passenger seat in an orange off-the-shoulder dress, she looked at Gio as he drove. He turned to her briefly before refocusing his attention on the road, "What is it, my love?"

"I was wondering if this was just a meeting with Miriam and her fiancé or—"

"It's just a meeting. Nothing more."

"Good. As much as I've enjoyed our experiences with others. I just want it to be the three of us from here on out."

Gio smiled, "As you wish, my love."

When they arrived at the hotel room, they were greeted by Miriam who introduced them to both Akin her new fiancé, and Sean as his friend. Nyla gifted Akin with a box of cigars they had gotten from the Cuban cigar makers in Ybor City.

Akin offered them drinks. Nyla informed them that she was pregnant. So, he made her virgin daiquiris. As he handed her a drink he smiled, "I hear you're a singer. Have you ever thought about acting?"

She shrugged, "No. I know for certain I can sing but acting—"

"You might be good at it. You never know."

Gio placed his hand on her waist, "I'm sure if it's something she becomes interested in ... she'll give it a try."

Akin nodded, "Come, bro, let's let the ladies talk more." He ushered Gio to another part of the suite, "Miriam told me a little bit about how you and the lovely Nyla came to be—"

"Nyla is my woman and I am her man."

Akin chuckled as he looked at Sean, "Be cool bro. I was just mentioning that I found it interesting that you just took a man's wife."

One side of Gio's lip curled. He held his glass in hand, "If she was truly his ... then I would not have been able to take her. Besides, I'm not in the business of holding any woman hostage."

Akin nodded, "I like you Gio. I'm hoping we can be friends. We can have a mutually beneficial relationship."

As the men continued to talk, Miriam sat next to Nyla on the small leather couch, "All I'm saying is that it didn't take him long to move on," said Miriam as he sat with a glass of wine in her hand.

Nyla eyed her through two narrow slits, "Isn't that what you wanted."

Miriam paused and smiled, "Sure." She stood, "Another drink?"

"Sure," Nyla replied as she handed her the glass.

"Relax, darling, everything is fine," she reassured him as he sat nude in a chair blindfolded. She ran her fingers through his thick hair. She sat on the arm of the chair with her right hand on his erection.

All he could do is imagine what was happening as her lustful sounds crescendoed in the room, "Ah, ah, fuck, fuck," her voice sounded.

"She doesn't want that, Miriam—"

His words were stopped as her nipple entered his mouth. She held his head close, "she's fine darling, she's having an amazing time."

Her legs were opened wide as Akin fed his long veiny rod into her center. Sean lay next to her sucking her left nipple, "You love those big tits, don't you bro," said Akin as he drilled her spot. His rod was covered in her nectar, "ah look at that, baby starting to cream for me, fuck, I love this, thanks for letting us borrow your girl."

"My turn bro," Sean insisted as he pulled Nyla to his side. The tip split her already drenched center and went deep, "Ahh, yeah," he moaned and later began to cover her lips with his.

There was an incessant sound of knocking, "Gio, Gio, Giovanni."

He popped up and looked around the room. The door cracked open, and his sister peered through the slit, "You two must wake up now, almost time to head to the airport."

He nudged Nyla who was fast asleep. Slowly she sat up, "Fuck, what time is it?"

"Time for us to get up, how did we get home?"

Nyla scratched her head, "I probably drove us. You were pretty wasted."

He scratched his head, "Too wasted to make love to you?"

She smiled, "You can always make it up to me right now."

She crawled on top of him. "I love you, babe," she said as she moved her hips.

He pulled her closer. Their hearts beat rapidly against their chests. The glisten on their skin became shinier with each passing moment. The early morning quick sex hit differently. It was a rapid thrusting and humping with heavy breathing. It was magnificent when they grunted simultaneously. His cum filled her center as they moaned in unison.

London, England

Summer. A beautiful time of year when the highs are near the low to mid-seventies during the day. He had just gotten word that the charges against him had been dropped due to a technicality. He walked with his shoulders back as he dialed up his sister, "I'll need money, soon."

She protested, "I have nothing to spare."

"Mentidosa," he said to her, "how is it possible you don't have money when I heard that you've expanded your business there to several other states and now, you're fishing around London."

She sighed, "Saul, I think it's time for you to find something else to do with your life. Look at this as a blessing. Find a regular job, find an actual woman, get married, have some legitimate children for god's sake."

He scoffed, "Oh Reina, how mighty you have become. You speak of legitimate kids as if I don't know your little secret."

"Look, Saul—"

"Eschuchame bien, if you don't help fund my new business idea, I'll be sending the Federal government there in the United States about your little whoring app business."

"Are you threatening me?"

He kissed his teeth, "It's not a threat sister. It's simply a strong suggestion."

"A strong suggestion."

He pulled out the key to his house, entered the slit, then turned, and the door opened, "Yes. A suggestion. He looked and saw several men with guns standing in his living room, "who the fuck are you?"

Her voice sounded, "Sounds like you have company. Ciao."

The tall figure appeared, and he smiled, "Hola," he said as he took a bite out of an apple.

"Donatello? What are you doing—"

Two shots sounded. Then a thud. Blood spilled and pooled around the limp body of Saul. A loud crunch, then the sound of an apple core hitting the floor as it rolled next to the body.

After several weeks, they were free. Both divorces were final. They could press on with the life they wanted at the loft apartment they shared. The morning was sweet as it had been since they'd returned to London.

Her belly was rounder than expected. Much larger at twenty weeks than she was before. Having sex on her side became her favorite position. Erick cupped her full left breast as he filled her center stroking and groaning.

Erick's neck strained as he held his teeth together. His eyes rolled, "Fuck!" he groaned. He looked back and witnessed his lover as his eyes beckoned for a kiss. Their lips touched for a moment. Erick was so close to erupting as he stroked Nyla's juicy center. He felt it. He cussed and grunted as his essence escaped his body and filled hers.

Gio pulled from him. His cock was standing up. He was still hungry for more. Erick moved aside and watched as Gio burrowed his way into her tight puckered ring. Nyla grabbed the sheets and cried out for a moment.

His tongue found hers. His kiss calmed her spirit as he took her from behind. He touched her full belly. The life inside of her was his. They planned to make many more. She belonged to him no matter how many crazy dreams he had of other men filling her center. She declared her love for the men that were there in the room and nothing would change that.

His cock was on the verge of exploding. He felt it. Quickly, he pulled from her and jerked his rod until the white substance shot out like a hot spring onto her back.

Tampa, Florida

Dressed sharply in a black dress, her nails were black, her shoes were red. Dona Kathy sniffled as she looked at a picture of her family. Her older brother Juan was killed in a boating accident, stood on the right, she stood in the middle, and on the left was her other brother. She touched his face. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

The door opened her daughter walked into the room, "Mama, are we ready?"

She nodded. It was time to go to the airport. The day had come for her to square away everything from the death of her brother Saul. His death was ruled a homicide. Someone came forward and claimed they did away with him because Saul owed them money.

She fluffed out her daughter's long black hair, "Yes, hija, we're ready."

Her daughter kissed her cheek, "I'll take your bags to the front door."

"I'll be right there."

She grabbed her purse and her cell phone, and just as she was about to slip them into her designer handbag, she saw a news notification. One that caught her attention, was "Manzini Motors and Auto Parts to be run by Natalie Montpelier."

"Su hija, Vincenzo? Why?"

She heard her daughter, "mama!"

"Yo Voy!"

She dialed Fernando and he answered immediately, "Are you on your way to the airport?"

"Yes, Patrona."

"Good, I can't wait to see you." She smiled and ended the call. Even though she was headed to London for a sad occasion, she wasn't going to miss a chance to have fun with Fernando in London.

Her mind flashed to the news notification once more. She huffed. She didn't have time to stress over it at the moment. She had to hurry to the airport.

Gio watched the screen as the Ultrasound technician rolled the scanner over Nyla's belly. She paused and said, "Well, look at that. I knew it!"

Nyla and Gio both said, "What is it?"

"Nothing bad. I just get excited when we get a mother with multiples."

Gio and Nyla's eyes locked and widened, "Multiples?" Nyla asked.

"I'm not supposed to say anything. The doctor has to tell you but yeah, just act surprised. Did you want to know the sex?"

They nodded. She proceeded to tell them. After the ultrasound was over, they sat in the doctor's office holding hands. The doctor came in, she sat down. A gorgeous woman of Jamaican roots but had attended school in London and found work there.

She smiled brightly, "Looks like I'll have to refer you to Dr. Chen. She specializes in high-risk pregnancies."

"High risk?" Gio asked with concern.

"Any time a pregnancy involves multiples, we have to consider it high risk. Several factors come with carrying twins. The babies look great. It's just a precaution."

She had not heard from him on the night they were supposed to meet. She had messaged him several times but her messages were never returned and his phone service was disconnected when she called.

Maybe he changed his mind, she thought as she sat parked outside of his house. She sighed as she left the car and walked toward his home. She wanted to be sure. He had threatened to harm Emilio if she did not cooperate with getting dirt on Nigel.

She strutted to his door in a pair of leather boots, a pair of red tights, and a long-sleeved white shirt. She rang the doorbell several times but there wasn't an answer. So, she lifted the potted plant and found the extra key that he left outside for emergencies.

The door opened and stepped inside onto the hardwood floors, "Hello?" she asked several times as she walked deeper into the home. The place smelled like it had been recently cleaned with bleach and some things were boxed up.

She didn't know what to make of it. Just as she turned to leave, she saw a tall handsome man with his eyes pasted on her, "Who are you?" he asked.

Nervously she responded, "Um, I was. I'm Skylar, a friend of Saul's. I came by to check on him."

He smirked, "Well, not too good of friends ... you weren't there at his funeral."

Her jaw hit the floor, "Saul's dead?"

"Very much so. So, friend. Why are you really here? What business did you have with my sketchy uncle?"

"Nothing. We were—um you know, I'm sorry for your loss. I have an appointment I must get to." She started for the door but he grabbed her arm. Their eyes were locked.

He showed his brilliant smile. His face was handsome but his demeanor seemed so mysterious, "I hope to see you around again, Skylar."

She nodded and left hurriedly. He turned and smiled as he watched her make haste out the door.