Mafia's Baby

Chapter 10: Yukihira

I laid on her for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I leaned on my side, watching as she, too, tries to catch her breath. I stared down at her tall, petite frame. Full breast, slim waist, and the perfect ass for her height and size. It was as if I hadn’t had enough of her. I reached over and touched her p***y, spreading her lips apart as I watch it leaked out my c*m.

I wanted more of her but reminded myself that Annika would be up soon. I got up, fixing myself. “Don’t move,” I said as I left to get a towel from the bathroom. As I walk past the bedroom, I look at Annika, sleeping with pillows around her. An invisible string tugging at my heart as I watch her chest rise and fall.

Shaking my head to clear my clouded mind, I continued on the task at hand. I got the towel, wetting it a bit before returning to Joycelyn. I crouched down to her, cleaning her milk stained breast. I want to do more with them. I wanted to f**k them while they leaked milk all over my c**k. Shaking my head from the lewd thoughts. I continued with the task at hand again, getting her cleaned up.

Once she was cleaned, she got dressed, retaking her seat. I shivered, the feeling of her hot tight p***y gripping on my d**k, fresh around my twitching d**k and mind.

“Boss,” Spike called out. I looked back to see my men took seats with their backs facing us. I got up, going to stand between them. “Emilio just called. Mr. Smith is looking for you,” He informed me, handing me his phone. I read the text message and rolled my eyes.

This bastard doesn’t know when to f*****g let up. I gave Spike back his phone, slightly annoyed with Derek Smith. He should have raised his f*****g spoiled kids better.

“Manuel (Emmanuel) told me. Our father is entertaining him in my absence,” I told him. “I need some popcorn,” I gave him a look, and he explained in a low voice. “The live UFC match up; Mr. Smith vs. The Executioner,” I smacked him in the head. “You talk too much,” I walked away, retaking my seat in front of Joycelyn. Annika is awake and sitting at her side.

I got back up, going into the storage cabinet and getting the sandwiches I packed for her out. No matter how much I tell myself to keep my distance, I find myself wanting to see her smile. I gave Joycelyn the bag and left her to it.

My phone vibrated; I reach for it, looking at the screen for a moment. I got back up going to Spike. I stopped briefly, turning to ask Joycelyn if she understood Spanish. Once I got her answer, I choose to speak in Spike’s language - Dutch.

“Heeft elk van mijn broers jou iets over haar verteld?” I didn’t have to call his name for him to know I was talking to him.

“Nee, wat is er gebeurd?” He asked me, and I rolled my eyes. My mood went from relaxed to irritate and pissed off.

“Net als haar vader. Hebberig en geld beluste. Wat zal het nemen voor hun allebei te begrippen dat het over is. Ze moet de verdomde papieren tekenen of ik beeindig leven,” I said a bit irritated. But I will kill f*****g people if this s**t sets out longer than it needs too.

The jet landed, and Emmanuel is waiting for us. I let Joycelyn and Annika in the car first before getting in myself. Emmanuel turns in his seat to look back at Joycelyn and Annika.

“Dude,” I roll my eyes at him. “She lo-” “Drive,” I cut him off a bit annoyed.

“Mommy, who’s the bald man?” Annika asks out loud. She doesn’t give her mother time to answer. “Why is it so shiny? Can I touch it?” She asks, reaching her hand out. Joycelyn swatted her hand away.

“Ow, mommy. I wanted to touch Mr. Bald Man,” Joycelyn facepalms herself. “It’s so shiny!” She starts moving forward. “Annika, you can’t say those things or do those things,” Joycelyn tells her, shaking her head.

If I’m not mistaken, I told Emmanuel to get a f*****g car seat.

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head. “Because it would be very uncomfortable for him,” “Why?” “Because some people don’t like when you do that” “But I asked,” Joycelyn facepalms herself again. “Yes, you did, but you still cannot do it,” The interaction has my brother, and I stifle a laugh, myself more than my brother.

She fell quiet, and Joycelyn breathed out. That didn’t last. “Mr. Bald Man, can I touch your head?” I covered my mouth as Emmanuel broke out in a laugh. “The name’s Emmanuel. I’m Y-” Before he could say my full name, I reached over and smack his face. “Dude! What the hell?”

“You talk too much,” I told him. “What are you talking about,” he asks, annoyed. “i***t,” I called out. I sent a w******p message to my father about our arrival.

“Mr. Meany, you’re not being very nice,” Annika says, shaking her head at me. “And?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “If you’re not nice. I’ll tell mommy your secret,” She gave a firm nod, folding her hands. We have a stare-off until she sticks her finger in my nose. “Yay! I win!” Annika rejoices; she laughs as I blow the feeling of her finger out of my nose. You little cheat.“Now you have to apologize to Mr. Bald man,” “Emmanuel,” Joycelyn quickly corrected.

“I never agreed to that,” I told her, taking out my phone. “Mr. Meany, you gave Mr. Baldman an owie,” She said with a pout. “Emmanuel and Frost,” Joycelyn corrects her again.

“Who is Emma, mommy,” Joycelyn stutters, facepalming herself. Emmanuel breaks out into a laugh. Joycelyn explains to her what she said, and our daughter is one stubborn mule.

...Our daughter… The invisible string came back, tugging at my heart, suffocating it, and pulling it down. I needed to distance myself from her until we got the DNA test done.

Joycelyn and Annika went the whole drive home, bricking about what was appropriate and how to address people. Annika was stuck on calling me and my brother by the nicknames she gave us. Then a negotiation broke out between the two. Again an invisible string tugged at my heart, seeing how strong a bond they have with each other.

There they go again, tugging at my f*****g heart.