Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“Not so fucking fast,” a female voice says from a dark corner of the parking lot. The person walks toward us, where the floodlights are bright.
“Kat? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Kat? Your ex-wife?” Betty asks from beside me.
“Who is that?” Kat asks.
“My wife, Betty.”
“Oh, good luck with that. He could never get it up for me, so there’s no way in hell he’s getting it up for you,” she says with disdain.
“I’ve never had that problem. He fucks me all the time, just now even.” My eyes widen. I don’t know why she’d say that, but the look on Kat’s face turns murderous. I almost don’t notice the gun in her hand. When I do, I shove Betty behind me.
“What’s this about?” I ask. I haven’t seen the woman since our divorce was finalized seven years ago. She has no reason to be anywhere near me.
“Where’s my money? I didn’t get my alimony this month.”
“And you won’t. The court stopped it when you remarried last month.”
“What? Why?”
“Your new husband should be taking care of you now.”
“He’s broke. I’m used to a certain lifestyle. He can’t accommodate that. I’ll divorce him and you can pay me again.”
“It doesn’t work like that. He’s responsible for you now.”
“No! Give me the money now, or I’ll tell everyone that you are impotent. Imagine the gossip. The big bad Vitali hitman can’t get it up.”
“Go ahead; no one will believe you. We have children,” Betty says from behind me.”
“Damn it, Lorenzo. You owe me. I know you killed Hal because I was fucking him.”
“That’s not why I killed him. I didn’t find that out until after I killed him. Talk to your father about that one. He’s the one that asked me to do it.”
“Don’t lie to me about my Daddy. He wouldn’t do that,” she says, aiming the gun at me. He did. He wanted to call for a special election. The same special election that elected him mayor of New York City. “Give me money now, and I’ll go away until I need more. I’ll hurt your children if you don’t.” Clearly, she’s desperate, but as soon as she said something about our children, I feel Betty stiffen beside me, and then I feel Betty’s hand creep up my back and pull my gun out. Kat doesn’t see it coming. Without hesitation, Betty releases the safety, aims it at Kat’s forehead, and pulls the trigger. Kat falls to the ground.
“Baby? Are you okay?”
“She never should have said anything about our children. Besides, we’re even now.” She hands me back the gun and walks toward the car.
I shake my head and pull out my phone. I call Al and get him to come clean this mess up. We wait in the car until he gets there. We don’t speak. She just leans on me, falling asleep.
I can’t believe she just killed my ex-wife, who, without a doubt, would have shot me.
She was made to be a Vitali, and I’m going to love her forever.
FOUR
BETTY
I can’t believe I just killed someone. Yeah, she deserved it, but still. I should feel bad, but I don’t. She threatened my children, and you don’t fuck with my kids. I saw Lorenzo put his gun away when I was getting dressed. He taught me how to use one just in case I needed to pull one out of the safe and defend our family if he wasn’t home. I didn’t even think about it. There was no way she was killing the love of my life.
Fuck her.
I got to see Al work for the first time. He brought Autumn with him, which surprised me. They worked efficiently and quickly. Lorenzo and I were far enough away from Kat that we didn’t have to strip down, but Lorenzo said Al always makes him do that. I couldn’t help laughing at that.
He pulls out of the parking lot of the club. As we drive toward home, I realize I’m horny though he just fucked me within an inch of dying. I reach my hand over the console and find his cock. It’s soft, but it hardens for me quickly.
“Why didn’t you fuck Kat? She is… was beautiful.”
“No, she was a hateful person, making her ugly as hell; besides, she wasn’t you.”
“Hmmm,” I say, loving that answer more than I can say.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you as soon as we get home.”
“Promise?” I ask, opening his pants one-handed. I reach in and pull his cock out. I stroke it a few times before lying flat over the console and taking his cock into my mouth. He tastes like my pussy, and I love it.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good,” he groans. He’s got one hand on the wheel and one on the back of my head.