My Mafia Ex-Husband

Chapter 11 - Cassandra

We walked to Santino’s SUV. Our babies were in their car seats with a guard on each side of them. Santino informed me that he had bulletproof windows installed and reinforced steel panels. The SUV was a bit heavier than others but well built. My heart swelled at his protection. Santino kept his hand on the small of my back.

Hi closeness made me shiver. My lady bits were warming up. What the hell is the matter with me! I feel like a teenage girl on her first date. We sat side by side in the front of the SUV. Santino had his arm over the back of my seat. I kept looking back at our boys. They had already been fed by Millie and Mother went back to my cabin to secure everything for me.

I had asked her to stay there to monitor everything for me while I was away. I assured her that I was coming back. She smirked at me as Santino never took his eyes off me.

“Your man is watching you like the eagle watches the earth for a meal.” Mother whispered in my ear just before I got into the SUV. Gerardo had brought my laptop and carried my bag for me. He knew exactly how important the equipment is to people like us.

“How are you feeling, mi amore?” Santino picked up my hand as I was feeling a little droopy.

“Just a bit tired.” My head lulled to his chest.

“Sleep my love. I will wake you when we reach our jet.” Santino kissed the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep.

“Boss, you wife is a beast. But she must rest and eat.” Giovanni whispered as he drove us to the air strip.

“Yes, she is. We will make sure my wife and boys are taken care of. Once we stop, we will go to my mother’s loft before I meet with my father and that snake. I need to make sure Cassandra is well fed and rested before we take on this s**t-show that my father has created.” Santino whispered back.

I smiled to myself. The cement walls are crashing down. I feel my emotions in turmoil as I keep thinking back to the past.

Mother told me before I left, “Love is seen as a sacred and spiritual connection that transcends the physical and unites everyone. Your husband loves you. You my child. Open your heart to him and he will lock it away with his. The look in her eyes when he looks at you and his children. It is pure joy and happiness.”

I am scared shitless. What if it happens again. My sister wins him over and I must leave again. I have my babies that I will kill for. Then again, the person that used to be my sister is no longer my family. I cut ties with her before I left.

We don’t fear love, we fear loss.

Loss of love.

Loss of freedom.

Loss of self.

It’s not love, it’s the pain we associate with being in love.

B.R once wrote

My sister has hated me since I was younger. She was always jealous that I studied harder. I took extra courses in school. We would get into arguments about schools, studies, and never boys. I knew she would flaunt herself to gain attention.

I, on the other hand, could care less what men thought of me. I loved myself. I knew I was smart. I was strong. But, her manipulation of our father destroyed me when she walked into Santino’s home after our wedding.

My sister has always been the devil. She would always tell me that I am not strong enough to withstand the storm. My last words to her in whisper: I AM THE STORM!

The fact that she has lied to say that she is pregnant by Santino is comical. And for Santino’s father to believe her…ridiculous!

Unless…unless the IVF was by his father. Oh, gross. I would not put it past her. My mind was running a mile a minute.

“Mi amore, I feel your pulse is racing. Talk to me.” Santino raised my chin to his handsome face.

“I have a bad feeling that my sister may have used your father.”

“How?”

“With…with…IVF.”

“But, at his age?”

“She may have gotten sample somehow. I don’t know. Maybe I am overthinking. I don’t trust my sister for as far as I could throw her. And I really want to throw her. Maybe from a train. Maybe throw her from plane, maybe off of a boat into shark-infested waters. The b***h cannot swim.”

“Damn, Boss! Your wife scares me!” Giovanni blurted out chuckling.

“You drive. Never mind our conversation.” Santino said firmly.

I turned my body and kissed him. Hard. I did not care who was in the vehicle with us. He wrapped his arms around me. He pulled back and smiled. “Anything you need my queen it will be at your disposal.”

“I keep you to that when the time comes. Now, is there food on the jet. I am starving. The boys will be starting fruit and cereals. They will be just fine. Mother sent a bag with bananas and strawberries. Baby cereal is the diaper bag. Also, daddy, we will be working with potty-training.”

“Oh s**t!” Gerardo exclaimed from the rear of the SUV.

“Exactly! Now shut up so I can nap a bit longer.” I pull Santino’s suit jacket toward me so I could wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle to his body.

Ok Cassandra, this is it. Don’t walk away from him. He loves you. Don’t be afraid.

We arrived at the air strip shortly after and we all loaded up. We found out that Henry had secured the sniper that was sent to try and take me out. But Henry’s scout, Ray, had reached him before he could get a better shot at me. Ray beat him to a pulp. The guy never had a chance to defend himself. He never heard Ray come up behind him. That is how good these scouts are on the rez.

Santino had the man in chains brought back with us in the cargo area of the jet. He was packed into a cage, hogtied and gagged.

Seeing this side of Santino was a turn-on. Dammit. Here I go again.

Santino had the boys sitting in recliners with their toddler snacks and the guards sat with them. The boys were babbling up a storm and Giovanni would jump in, “Really baby boys? Are you serious? No way?”

The boys were giggling and laughing up into hysterics. The men joined in after they caught on that no one knew what the toddlers were talking about. Santino guided me to the bed chamber, and we made love before we landed.

Giovanni called ahead for a couple of strollers to be ready for our care packages to be carted off to the next vehicle. To my surprise Santino had bought a huge RV that slept eight. I had a large flat-screen TV and the boys loved watching the chipmunks cartoons.

So did Gerardo. These men are so funny. I love them all.