De Luca

Chapter 12

*********WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND s*x******** READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

No Ones/Third Person POV

As Giovanni crept into his bed next to, who he thought was Nathalie, his d**k grew hard. Although to him, something seemed different about her, he shrugged it off. He missed her, and he wanted to be inside her.

He needed to calm down before he killed Marcus and not get the information he wanted. Her p***y would surely calm him.

He began kissing and caressing every part of her. Leaving a trail of kisses ever wear, he took the towel off him and resumed kissing her, kissing her lips.

“I missed you,” he told her kissing her again.

She moaned and deepened the kiss. As Giovanni's hands moved down to her breast, squeezing them roughly. His hands caressed her body until they found her region that would bring him bliss. His dïck got harder when she nipped at his neck. He stuck two fingers inside of her, pumping rough and hard in her.

He was taking out his frustration on her püssy.

It was rough, but she loved it. For Giovanni, it was a quickie just enough to get him to calm down, and when he was no longer pissed off, he would f**k her properly.

She sucked in air, her climax was near, and he stopped, ramming his dïck inside of her.

She wrapped her legs around him; he continued stroking in her, his fingers burying themselves in her hair. His hands trailed her curves. He held her shoulders, pushing himself deep inside of her; his goal was to touch her womb. He pulled out and repeated the motion.

As he pounded into her p***y, his brain started screaming at him. It felt wrong. He wanted to stop, but he was near his climax. It took him longer because his mind was trying to figure out what was wrong. It was telling him that this wasn’t his queen.

When he began processing everything, the familiar feeling came back to him. It was a feeling that caused him too much trouble in his life and right now in his new relationship. He was again, caught in the cycle. The p***y he was pounding was Olivia’s.

He wanted to pull out before he came in her, but she wrapped her legs tighter around him, holding him in place. For the sake of him, he couldn’t pull out, to weakened by the sensation around the tip of his dïck.

“Olivia-” he groaned, he had released himself deep inside of her. She chuckled, going to kiss him but he picked her up, walking to the front door and threw her out his house. He slammed the door with a force that the glass broke.

No way he was going to tell Nathalie about what just took place. She already wanted to break off what they had, from the previous incident. He had convinced her that he ended it with Olivia and for this to happen, would blow it all out of the window.

Olivia laughed as she dusted herself off. She walked back into his house, ready to tell him that he would always be hers no matter what. But that all changed, when he pushed a gun in her mouth.

“You fücking think that this is a fücking game. Keep pushing my f*****g buttons, Olivia, I dare you. I will fücking slaughter your dumbass if I ever see your face again.” He clocked his gun, daring her and she began to sob, tears falling from her eyes. He removed the gun from her mouth. He walked to his dresser, putting on a pair of boxers. He hated himself.

He betrayed the trust and love of Nathalie.

“Why do you love her?” she said between sobs. Giovanni didn’t need to explain himself to her, so he brought his gun up ready to get rid of her, but the next words she said stopped him in his track. “I’m pregnant!” she shouted. His eyes wanted to pop out of his head

Silence filled the room.

“And it’s yours.” She broke the silence, and he grew angry. He fired his gun, missing her by a mere inch.

This rage was the angriest she had ever seen him. “You, motherfücking dumb b***h! Do you know what the fück you just did?! The goddamn problem you just caused between Nathalie and me!” He fired his gun again, emptying the clip in the wall next to Olivia. She curled into a ball, and he walked towards her, grabbing her face to look at him and punching the wall.

He screamed in her face, his hand clenched tightly in front of her face. He wanted to choke, strangle and twist her neck in an ungodly manner. For the first time, she was terrified of him, but yet she still wanted him. He told her to leave before he did something he would regret, and for the first time, she obeyed like a good b***h.

Shit just got a whole lot complicated.

He called his mom and told her about it. She wasn’t happy about it, and his father was worse, he wanted her to take a pregnancy test, by a doctor of his recommendation. It wasn’t the first time that she had lied about being pregnant.

His family was pissed off that he was sleeping with her. They didn’t want to hear his side of the story.

As they waited to hear the results, turns out that she was indeed pregnant. But the weeks didn’t add up. They needed to wait 3 to 4 months to do a DNA test. Only then could it be told if he was the father or not.

His explanation would be complicated.

How was he going to tell his new queen, he slept with his ex and that she might be pregnant with his child. A woman of Nathalie’s standards would not stand for it.

And a woman who wanted to make sure that her bank was still available whenever she needed money was not about to let it slip out of her fingertips. Olivia went on to do some digging on the b***h that claimed her ATM and the man she wanted to be at her beck and call. She was afraid of him, but to her, that was a one-time thing.

She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, no matter what. She knew he loved her or so she thought.

She was able to f**k an officer for the information she needed. The file he gave her had what she needed. Nathalie Pryce, 30 years old, works at The Gentlemen’s Club and World Cuisine Restaurant. No police record, but does have a restraining order out on Mr. Trent Thomason.

Olivia did what any bitter, sour woman would do. There was only one way to get rid of her problem, and that was Trent Thomason.

She gathered whatever money she had and posted bailed for him, making sure not to leave her name.

It took a few weeks but Trent was out, and Olivia was outside waiting for him. He eyed her curiously.

“Hi, I’m Olivia De Rio. I think I have someone you are dying to see. Nathalie Pryce.” She told him with confidence. Her problem would be taken care of once, and for all, she thought to herself.

Trent smiled happily. The psycho gears were turning in his head. He got into the car, and she drove away from the prison. Olivia felt proud of what she had done. They exchanged pleasant treys and conversated. He would ask questions about Nathalie, and she would provide the information.

“She works at The Gentlemen’s Club and World Cuisine Restaurant,” she told him.

“Does she still live at Salina?” He asked his voice sent a shiver down Olivia. It was deep, even if he whispered you could still hear him talk. It was sexy, and now she wanted him too.

“No, she lives at Punda Apartment. Apartment 24B.” He nodded. “I remember her telling me about you once, about how she misses you.” Olivia giggled.

“I had this as a surprise for her, you know. But then she goes behind my back and steals my man.” she scoffed, shaking her head. She wanted to pat herself on the back for the act she just pulled. “I just figured, you can talk to her. You know or get back together with her. I so wanted to put a hit out on the bitch.”

He held onto her throat, the car swerved, and he was not the least bit scared. As he tightened the grip on her throat, she began clawing at his hand. Olivia started to feel her windpipes close. He released her once he saw that her eyes were going to the back of her head. Olivia hit hard brakes, coughing and wheezing, her body taking in the air it'd lost from that moment.

“Never say something like that ever again.” Olivia nodded her head, fear now creeping in the pits of her guts. It still wasn’t enough to stop her from saying what she said.

“Just keep your b***h in line and away from my fücking man and were good.” He stared at her with hate, but she was the only source she had for now. He just needed to stake out Nathalie and make his move when he was ready.

There were a couple of things Trent needed to do before he could find his girl. As they entered her place, she showed him to the guest room. “You never told me who your boyfriend was, how he looked, his name, nothing,” he said looking around

She looked at him, thinking about what she could tell him, she didn’t want to scare him off by using Giovanni’s real name. “Right, this is how he looks.” she showed him a photo of him in his cop uniform. “His name is O’Brein. You’re not going after him, are you?”

He shook his head, lying to her. He would look into him. He wasn’t going to walk up to her house with him there.

Trent felt hurt that the love of his life moved on and forgot about him. To him, there was only one way she was going to move on that was in the afterlife along with her new boyfriend.

He had stalked her for a week, not seeing any signs of the cop. Her routine was simple, home, to the club and the restaurant.

He had picked up a girl from the club, to see if she had known anything about the cop and Nathalie. He felt as if the girl was lying to him. So, he took her back to Olivia’s place and seduced her into having s*x with him. After they had s*x, he asked her about Nathalie again, she began to get suspicious, she got up to leave, but he held her down, stabbing her repeatedly and snapped her neck killing.

Olivia saw him stab her and snapped the girl’s neck. It was at that moment she regretted releasing this monster, but it had to happen. For now, she would avoid him and stay at her next house until it was completed.