Chapter 15

As the weeks faded, Gio, Erick, and Nyla moved into their new home. Things felt as normal as they had. Nyla and Erick were over worrying about the situation with Katherine. They felt like living in fear was a waste of time; it left them paralyzed from enjoying life. Gio decided to relax his guard.

Nigel had been working with Donatello to help him set up his label. Sky was trusted in the studio to collaborate with Nyla. After they finished recording, they listened to the playback. It was a vibe.

“Well done. Very fucking well done!” said Nigel excitedly, “Everyone is welcome over to my place tonight. Emily cooked us up some great food; we can eat, drink, and other things,” he joked.

Gio eyed him, “Nigel—”

“Come on bro, it’s been a long time. Plus, Emily feels left out because she’s not experienced it before.”

Donatello’s eyes widened, “Experience ... I suppose that’s my queue to leave.”

“Mate, you’re invited too. If everyone is cool, my place in fifteen?”

They agreed, closed up the shop, and left.

While the world was spinning on its axis, she felt stuck. There was still no word on where Bianca had gone. She had no idea who Bianca was with or how she felt. She wanted a chance to explain. Things weren’t as bad as they looked. Sure, she offed a few people. Only because it was necessary to get where she was, La Patrona. A little girl who grew up poor. Her mother was abused. And her father took advantage of her. She prevailed despite all of it.

She stared out the window at the beautiful white house across from the one she was renting. She had seen moving trucks; she wasn’t sure who her neighbors were. She huffed as she sipped on a glass of wine. Her feet carried her to the sofa; she sat. She longed to be touched. She wanted him. Fernando was out looking for her daughter; she didn’t have him to lean on for delicious dick. But she did have her sex dating app. She knew one of the new men. He had a sizeable cock that she could ride. She texted his number, “I need to see you.”

He responded, “When?”

“Now. Obviously.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

She smiled. Her order was on the way.

There was a nice spread of food in the kitchen. They were ready for their guests to arrive. Nigel looked into Emily’s sparkling eyes with a smile, “Are you nervous?” he asked her.

“A little. I’ve never watched you fuck anyone before.”

He chuckled, “It’s weird at first. Then it shifts into a turn on but if at any point you don’t want to, we stop.”

She nodded, “Good thing I already have a bun in the oven.”

He smiled. The doorbell sounded, “I’ll grab the door.”

The guests had arrived. When Skylar entered, Nigel asked, “Where’s Emilio?”

“He had to go to work.”

“Work? I didn’t think he was on schedule at the club tonight. Maybe someone asked him to cover. Come on in then.”

Dinner, drinks, laughs, and then Nigel stood before the group, “We have three girls, four guys. I say we let the ladies choose what they want or we can do a free for all?”

“Free for all?” Emily said nervously, “What if we just bent over by the couch and you all choose whom you want or take turns?” Emily suggested.

“I love that woman,” said Nigel.

The ladies undressed. Nyla looked at Sky, “Have you ever done this before?”

“A few times,” she smiled as she looked at Donatello. She wanted him to herself but he was focused on another. His cock was super stiff and grew an inch longer than it normally would when he got excited. The chance to fill her with his rod was so close.

As the men stroked themselves priming their love sticks to split tight wet centers the ladies waited eagerly to get stuffed. Skylar waited impatiently as the men got in position. First, Gio pressed his way into Emily; she moaned nicely for him.

He grabbed a section of her hair and stroked nice and slow. He wanted the first orgasm out of the way so he could rock her pussy rapidly.

Nigel was about to get Nyla but Donatello beat him to it. He rubbed her soft back and entered. Immediately his eyes closed as he felt the warmth of her center. She looked back and smiled and bit her bottom lip. He grabbed her hips and stroked beautifully and listened to her sweet moans fill the room. He was lost in her paradise.

Sky’s heart dropped. “Looks like you get the two of us babe,” said Nigel as he and Erick doubled her. Nigel took on her ass as Erick rocked her pussy. It was their first time getting to experience Sky but her attention was on Donatello.

She watched how careful he was. How he kissed her. How he dug her out. How he cupped her breasts and whispered into her ear. He was nothing like that with her. Erick took notice of her demeanor. He touched her chin. Their eyes met. She smiled. Erick pulled out of her pussy and went to help Gio fuck Emily.

He played with her pussy and sucked her tits. Emily’s eyes rolled and she screamed out in pleasure, “Oh God, fuck!”

Nigel looked over and grinned. He pulled out of Sky’s ass and went over to Nyla where Donatello was still going strong. “Let me help you out, Mate,” Nigel said.

Sky joined them, “Come over here,” she said to Donatello.

Reluctantly, he pulled out as he was on the verge of hitting his peak. He watched as Nigel filled her center. Sky touched his face, and reached for his cock, “Come on.”

He shook his head, “No, suck.”

She went to her knees soon his cock unloaded and cum spilled from her mouth.

He made it home. He couldn’t stop smiling. He stood in the living room staring at Nyla’s picture lost in thought. Remembering their connection. He contemplated sending her a message but refrained.

There was a knock at the door. He walked over to answer. Sky stood in the doorway. He was confused, “Sky?”

She stepped inside. He looked at her and shrugged, “What’s up?”

She sighed, “That’s my question, what the fuck is up?”

Slowly he shook his head, “Sky, I offered to help you with your music career and I’ve done that. I never asked you for anything more.”

Her face was red, and her eyes watered, “I thought you were different. You’re just like him.”

“Who, my uncle Saul?”

“Yes. He used me to get to people and you did the same.”

He gulped, “You’re with Emilio. I mean—”

“What if I don’t want to see him anymore?”

He scoffed, “So, then, you were using him to get to people.”

“I wasn’t using him.”

He laughed, “If you don’t think I asked around about you and what your intentions were when you got with Emilio, then you must think I’m stupid. You were fucking him to get close to his circle so you could get back in good with Nigel. My uncle put you up to it. But something happened and then you met me. Don’t pretend to be a victim.”

She wiped her face with one hand and sniffled, “You’re never going to have her. She loves Gio ... not you. She’s only fucking you for sport.”

“Get out.”

She turned, and opened the door, moments later, it slammed shut.

“Fuck, crazy ass girl,” he said in Spanish and the doorbell sounded, “what the fuck now,” he fussed as he opened the door and saw Fernando.

Fernando stepped inside, “I saw your guest leave. I take it you’re done already,” he joked.

Donatello wasn’t amused. Fernando cleared his throat, “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting. We need to talk.”

Donatello rolled his eyes, “Out with friends. What are you doing here, anyway? Wait, is my aunt here?”

He took a deep breath, “Look, I need your help your aunt can’t know that I asked you anything and you can’t talk to her about any of this.”

“I don’t keep secrets from my aunt.”

He eyed him with his lips twisted, “And you having someone run the operation while you work on a record label isn’t a secret?”

Donatello shook his head, “Are you trying to scare me?”

“No. I only want your help with this one thing.”

“What?”

“Your aunt said you received an envelope from a man claiming to be friends with your father, do you remember Lalo De La Cruz?”

He made a face, “The guy that died on the boat with my dad and Abuelo that day?”

“His body was never recovered. Do you think it was him?”

He sighed deeply, “I don’t understand any of this. Honestly, I don’t remember what he looked like. I doubt it was him and if it were, what? What was in the envelope?”

“Nothing. I was just hoping that you may have caught on camera his license plate number?”

“I can check the outside road camera but what does my aunt want you to do?”

“Bianca is missing.”

“Missing? No. My aunt would have said something.”

“No. She was too embarrassed to tell you that Bianca sent a strange message the day they were supposed to return to Florida. Katherine left to keep from worrying you but I have been looking for Bianca. Maybe this guy—”

“Hold on,” he said as he checked his records of video footage on file. He found a blurred shot of the plate, screenshot it, and texted it to Fernando, “There, what else can I do?”

“Just let me know if you hear from Bianca.”

“Fernando, how do you know she didn’t just run off with that guy, Jake?”

“Jake?”

“Yes. The guy from Florida. He was here. I saw them hanging at the club and—”

“No. This has nothing to do with that. And don’t dare mention anything to your aunt about Jake.”

Donatello watched him leave abruptly. After that, his mind swam with questions. How could a night that was so sweet be interrupted by such folly? He wondered, what the fuck is going on?

The night she met him at the club, she could sense he needed an opportunity. So, she gave him a chance to do what he had done before. He was a beautiful soul and that night when he showed up and blew out her back, she felt a little lighter.

She invited him to sleep over because she enjoyed morning treats as much as midnight snacks. She left the bed and went to the kitchen for a drink of water; the front door opened, “Fernando? Que haces aqui?” she questioned him.

“I came to check on you. The last time we spoke you sounded down.” He attempted to kiss her cheek but she moved away. “What’s wrong?”

“My daughter?”

“Nothing yet but I’m getting closer.”

“I told you not to come back until you had her. I want my daughter, Fernando.”

He huffed, “No es mi culpa tu hija se fue.”

“Callate!”

“No me voy a callar,” he rebutted with nostrils flared. She was the boss but at that moment he was a man and he was pissed, “If you had just left well enough alone, we could still be in Florida living out the plans we had before you killed your husband. Before you killed your uncle, your cousins.” He grabbed her hair.

She slapped his face, “No me hablas asi. Their blood isn’t on my hands. You did it. All of it, except, Saul but that can easily be made to look like you.”

He kissed his teeth. She smirked, “I love when you get angry,” she touched his face and he grabbed her hand. She kept trying until he gave in a little. She kissed his mouth, “You know I love you. You’re right. I let my revenge for the Manzinis get the better of me. But if you can return my daughter safe and sound, I promise we will stop the bad stuff. Buy a cute little house in Palmetto and live.”

He smiled. There was a sound. They looked, “What was that?” he asked with deep concern.

“One of the guys.”

“Really?”

“I have needs. You’ve been gone.”

“You think he heard?”

“Rocko?” she called for him. They saw someone run across the lawn, “Fuck!” she exclaimed, “Hurry Fernando, take care of it.”

Three days had gone by since Gio had heard from Emilio. First, there was a missed call and then a message, “Gio, Gio, call me back pl—”

He called back several times after that. Later, he received a text message stating, “I’m headed to Spain for a while. I’ll call you.”

Gio stared at his cell phone, “Are you okay, babe,” Nyla asked as she walked into their beautiful kitchen.

He touched her pretty curls and pulled her in for a kiss, “I was just thinking about Emilio and what you said the other day about him feeling lost. Like he didn’t have anything.”