The week flew by in a blur. Next thing I knew it was Friday evening and we were getting ready to have dinner with Mr. Santino at their family home in upstate Manhattan. I had left work early because I hadn't been feeling all that well. I had been off and on nauseous since earlier in the week but today I had actually thrown up a couple times. As I stood looking at my self in the mirror after my shower it was apparent that I hadn't been eating much. My eyes looked sunken in and dark. My lips were dryer then normal.
My eyes drifted down to my belly and the thought crossed my mind. Could I be? But no the doctor said I couldn't become pregnant. Butterflies started racing a marathon in my abdomen at the thought. The dream from Sunday night kept taunting me, overflowing into my reality as the vision of blood appeared across my waist covering my hands. I squeezed my eyes closed as tight as I could wishing it to all go away. When finally the voice of reason, my night and shining armor called out to me.
Dante: Babe you ready.
The bathroom door shoves open. His eyes meet mine in the mirror with instant hunger as he looks over my still naked body. He quickly shrugged out of his clothes and stepped behind me. Gently holding the front of my throat peppering my jaw and neck with kisses. Sliding a foot in the inside of mine he pushed it out. While gently pushing on my back lowering me down on the counter. With little time to spare he plunges quickly through my wet center. Holding nothing back he thrusts vigorously with need to quickly release but not before sending us both into a nerve tingling orgasm.
He rests his chin on my shoulder for a minute looking at my reflection. His eye travel to my breasts as he gives them another squeeze.
Dante: Babe you been losing weight.
I shrug and turn out of his grasp stepping over to the shower to grab my wet cloth and clean my self of our sex. I hang it back up and walk into the bedroom picking up my red lacy thong from the bed. His eye are burning through my back side. He knows me too well. He knows somethings been off.
Rylee: I'm fine Dante.
I call over to him with out looking as I slip on my matching red laced push up bra and finally the red silk dress Dante bought me yesterday for tonight. His hands twist around my hips as he sits on the edge of the bed pulling into his hard torso. He kisses my sternum and rubs his hands up and down my back.
Dante: Sam said you left early today that you haven't been feeling well this week.
I let out a frustrated huff.
Dante: Tammy says you were throwing up.
He looks up in my eyes waiting for me to confess to something. But I have nothing to confess to.
Dante: Did the doctor say you absolutely can not get pregnant.
Rylee: She's the one that said taking birth control was a waist of time and money. So no I can't. Besides I just had my normal abnormal period last week.
The look on his face is of fear and grief and I know before he says anything what he's thinking.
Dante: Rylee...
Rylee: Shhh.... Dante I'm fine. I know what you're thinking. I feel fine. I really think it's just nerves.
I kiss his lips sucking on his bottom one to make him forget his thoughts.
Dante: We can reschedule.
Rylee: No.
Dante: Promise me you'll see a doctor first thing Monday.
Rylee: Fine I promise.
I run back into the bathroom and give my hair a quick blow dry, apply a little make up and my brown Emma contact lenses. Dante drives us in his Ferrari and I am thankful. The nausea isn't bad tonight but I know it would have been worse in the back of the SUV with Carlton driving. 80% of Mr. Santino's goons are actually Dante's men but Carlton, James, and Erik are never far behind. An hour later we pull up to the large estate. I had never been here before and apart of me wondered if his childhood room was the same and if he would take me up there later to show me. I giggle to my self at the thought.
Dante: What's so funny.
Rylee: I was just imagining what your childhood room would be like.
He runs his hand up my thigh under my dress stopping just at my center. His knuckles rub slow circles against the thin lace material.
Dante: You want to know all the things I fantasized about while master bating to your picture after you turned 13.
He leans over kissing the corner of my mouth as I gasp with pleasure.
Dante: You want me to show you what I would have done had I ever gotten you alone up there!
He pushes the lace material to the side sliding a finger through my center.
Dante: I would have finger fucked you till you came all over my hand, and I would have rubbed it all over my cock pretending I was inside you. I would have sucked on your clit till you begged for me to put more fingers inside you. I would have licked your wetness and tasted your every inch of your body.
I grab the o shit handle as I thrust my hips and slam my thighs together riddled with a body trembling orgasm. Dante pulls his finger out slowly sucking it off before claiming my tongue with his making me taste myself.
Dante: What's your name?
Rylee: Emma Landry
Dante: Where are you from Emma?
Rylee: Kingston Canada
Dante: How did you come to be a charity manager for Banes Financial.
Rylee: I'm a humanitarian that majored in business economics. With Canada the way it is with its health care I felt I had no real growth, But here in the states I saw opportunities where I could use both skills.
Dante grinned wide.
Dante: You'll do just fine.
Rylee: You had doubt?
He shrugged his shoulder and climbed out of the car running around to my side opening the door for me. Dante nods at the car behind us as I take his hand and look back.
Rylee: Oh my god they just saw everything.
Dante laughs tucking me into his side as he attacks my ear.
Dante: They couldn't see anything.
There's two guard outside the front door. They nod at Dante as one of them opens the door for us. The inside is decorated in mahogany wood walls, with black marble flooring and red and black decor. Very god father like. Another guard stands out side the study which is open. Two men in suits stand and walk out nodding at Dante and I, my heart palpates as the god father him self follows closely behind. He's only an inch shy of Dante and though he carries himself well you can see the effects of the heart attack. His hair is peppered with white strands, his face has aged greatly while he seems to have lost quiet a bit of weight. Yet his piercing almost blackened gaze is still menacing and ruthless.
Surprisingly he smiles while looking me over from head to toe and over to Dante. He stretches out his arms awaiting for his son to greet him.
Dante: Sir, this is Emma. Emma. My father Mr. Santino.
He bends over slightly taking my hand in his bringing it to his lips.
Mr. Santino: Please call me Vincent.
Rylee: It is nice to finally meet you sir.
He raises a brow looking between Dante and I.
Vincent: The pleasure is mine.
He places my hand under his arm walking us into the large dinning room, where there's another couple sitting on one side of the table talking with a young woman at the end. From Grams research I recognize the woman as Mr. Santino's much younger girlfriend Sophia. She's a pure bread Italian from Brooklyn who is obviously only in it for the money. She's in her early 30's with a perfect Peggy Bundy body. Tall slender with curves in all the right places. Her hair is dyed deep cherry pulled to one side. She's wearing a gold cocktail dress leaving nothing to the imagination. Her wrists and neck gleaming with gold. Her green eyes shine bright as she spots Dante.
Sophia: There's my future son in law. Come over her, let me take a look at you.
She leaps up from her chair wrapping her arms around Dante's waist grabbing fists full of his meaty ass flesh.
Sophia: Dante this is my cousin Marco and his wife Valery. I was just telling them about your successful take over of the rest of the Bane businesses.
She looks me over side ways and plasters a fake smile.
Sophie: You must be Emma.
She reaches out her hand. I politely take it holding back the want of breaking every bone for touching my man inappropriately. I could rightfully break her nose for practically dry humping him in front of everyone.
Dante's perspective:
The gold digging whore makes my skin crawl with her touch. My ears ring with her shrilly voice. I could feel beneath Rylees calm exterior she was contemplating the many ways she could inflict pain on her. Marco and Valery stand as my father leads Rylee to the chair next to him. He's taking too much of a liking to her for me to be comfortable. I take the seat next to Rylee leaving one between me and Peggy Bundy. While she blabs her mouth way too much about my success to her cousin who I've never met before, my father is getting a little too personal with Rylee for my liking but she handles her self flawlessly. Answering every question with precision. It's not hard considering she spent the past ten years as Emma Landry and actually attending school and earning her masters.
The crazy thing is that she is actually getting my father to laugh. I should be worried she's this good.
Vincent: What made you want to become a charity manager.
Rylee: As a humanitarian. Banes financial not only gave me the opportunity to use both my brains and heart but they hold one particular charity that means a great deal. No cell left behind.
Valery: What is that?
Dante: It's a cancer charity.
Sophia: Why do you need charity for cancer isn't that what medical insurance is for.
My father threw daggers at Sophia for that. He was an asshole before but he loved my mother. It wasn't until after her death that the real monster was released. The one that took everything away from me.
Rylee: Medical insurance is god awful in this country. Both the Insurance companies and big pharma have no limit. Free reign to charge what ever they please. Until the government is willing to step in and put a restraint on them there will always be people who even with medical insurance can't afford proper care. I have watched countless families lose every thing to get the treatment they needed for a loved one dying of cancer. I have witnessed first hand the struggles so many have endured to get the care they or a loved one needed, and so many people not just in America but all over the world suffer because they would rather die a slow agonizing death than to see their family lose everything. This is why I do charity work. This is why I spend a lot of my time working specifically on no cell left behind. The money we raise is distributed to families who need a little help.
Our goal is to provide relief to struggling families so that they can get the treatment they need and not worry about losing everything.
My father placed a hand over Rylees. For the first time in years I got a glimpse of the man he was when he was with my mother. Sophias face was morphed with shame. Not that she cares about anyone other than her self but she had been put in her place.