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"God, yes!"
I see Sergio opening his pants, but Ryan doesn't notice. It's not like I didn't see it coming, though. They don't send me videos unless they fuck her.
"Fuck, poppet, you get me so fucking hot…I need inside of you."
"Oh God…I can't Sergio… it's too much!"
"Yes, you can, poppet. Cunts are made to stretch. I won't do much more, but you will take it and get used to it, okay?"
I want to break my phone when I realize what he's doing to her. I should end the video, but I have to see. I need to know that she is okay when he is done with her, even if it is torture for me.
"O-okay."
"Look at me, poppet. Watch me stretch you…"
"See? I knew this slutty cunt could handle it…"
He makes her kiss him as he fucks her with his fingers and cock all at once like a fucking animal.
"Hold on, poppet, Daddy is going to fuck you good."
The motherfucker spills himself inside her but never allows her to have her own climax. Calling her a good girl, he then shoves his fingers drenched in her arousal and his seed into her mouth as a fucking reward.
"Now, if you are a good slut for me and let me give you this enema, I'll let you come. How's that?"
I throw my phone across the room, not wanting to watch anymore, smashing it against the door. At some point, I slid my way down a wall, and I’m now rocking myself back and forth as I let the tears fall, an all-consuming rage filling me as the video plays over and over in my head. The things she is having to endure all because of me. Not only because of my family, but because I killed that bastard, and they used it to get to her. I'll fix it, though. Somehow…someway…I will fix it.
Three
After the meltdown I allowed myself to have last night, I picked myself back up and went into the office. I spent most of the night researching my uncle, grandfather, and D'Angelo's father. There are holes in my father's story. It's possible that he doesn't know the full extent of the story, but I will find out all I can.
Pulling up marriage records and death certificates from the town I'm from, which is also where the motherfuckers are keeping Ryan, I find a marriage record on one Franco D'Angelo to a Marissa Pearson, dated thirty-nine years ago. That would make them around the right age to be the brother's parents. Digging a little deeper, I find the birth records of their three boys.
What I don't expect to find is that there is a birth record of Franco being named the father of a baby girl born in the year between Dante and Sergio's births. The woman's name is Katherine Baker. When searching further, I come to a brick wall. There is nothing more about this elusive daughter. Was she given the D'Angelo name or Baker name?
Who the fuck is this sister of theirs, and do the D'Angelos even know they have a sister?
Not finding anything more about the Mafia family aside from the death certificate of Franco, dated eleven years ago, due to heart failure, I move on to my own family. I've known that my mother's parents died in a car accident just after I was born, and my father's mother passed in a house fire not long before shit went down with my own mother. My grandfather was severely burned and was put into a rehabilitation center; my father has never mentioned him again. We were never close to his father anyway; it was Grandma who always came and visited us. I think there was bad blood between my father and his own. Since the passing of my grandmother, my family has pretty much been estranged.
My father hasn't tried to have a relationship with me, but he's been trying to reel me into the company since I turned eighteen. I know I will take over one day, but I wanted to do something for myself first. Going into the Marine Corps was something I wanted to do, and even though I didn't want it at the time I went, I'm glad I did it. It sucks that I was discharged, but Ryan means more to me than anything else in my life, so I'm not too bothered by being out.
Until I can find a way to get to her without raising any flags and the bastards doing anything to her, I will do what I can and find anything and everything that may help me get to her sooner. I'm not leaving her behind, but I will put her life in danger if I try to get to her after they've warned me to stay away or else.
Turning back to my task, I frown when I come up empty-handed on finding my grandfather's and Uncle Liam's death certificates. Putting in a few calls, I still come up with nothing. I lean back in my chair and contemplate where to go from here.
"Mm, Beau…you're such a tease," the woman whose legs I'm between groans as I worship her with my mouth.
I glance up and meet warm caramel-colored orbs as she bites her bottom lip. Her fingers are entangled in my hair as she holds me against her center. I'm not ready to let her come just yet, but if she continues to look at me the way she's doing now, I'm liable to come in my boxers.
I pull my mouth away and grin. "Have patience, baby. I will give you what you need all in good time," I tell her as I slowly push two fingers into her and watch as her back arches and her mouth opens into that gorgeous O shape. "That's it…feel that? How about this?" I push a third into her just as slowly as the first two.
"Oh God…yes, Beau…don't stop!" My beautiful wife rides my hand until she's about to come, and then, I pull my fingers free. "Nooo…"
