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“Our boy?”
She nodded, kissing my shoulder. “And if you promise not to kill him—”
“Jesus, babe! Why the fuck would I kill my son? Damn. I’m not that bad!”
Her hand petted my chest. “I don’t know why, but I saw it. Onus, if you let him live, I’ll come back to you.”
In blinding speed, I had her on her back, and I was on top of her. “No need to come back, seeing how I’ll never let you go.”
She didn’t fight me. She let me hold her down while she held me with starry eyes. They glittered and sparkled. “I vow it. I’ll come back to you, no matter.”
Nostrils flaring, I smarted off, “All I gotta do is not murder my own child?”
As Rosa’s heart did, her body obeyed mine. She parted her thighs, letting me sink between them. “Accept or don’t accept.”
My breathing became labored while I demanded, “Take off your nightgown.”
She sneered. “Rip it off if you want me bad enough, useless hybrid.”
Between her creamy thighs, I got to my knees to manhandle her the way she liked. “Useless, huh?” Shredding her gown, I groaned, “Dirty bitch always liking it rough.” She screamed pleasure and arched into my mouth as I bit down on her tit.
Her hips gyrating for me to find my way home, she dared, “Accept?”
I sucked on her nipple like a starving babe, then I laid back down to ram my dick into her sopping pussy. We both moaned as I hit rock bottom inside her.
I quickly hissed when her channel turned into a vice.
“Yes or no, coward?”
I panted in pain and ecstasy. “Your cunt will be the death of me.” I gasped, breathing even harder as she started sucking on her finger. “Or that dirty mouth of yours.”
Her wet finger slipped between us then started rubbing her clit.
“I-I accept. I-I accept…”
“Good boy. Now here’s your reward.”
I went blind. Absolutely blind when she made me come like I’d never come before.
???
Miami
When Rosa explained that we would get pregnant in Miami, I rushed us there. I couldn’t wait to see her perfect belly start stretching with my son. I knew she and I would make some sort of special god together. He would be the son no man couldn’t be proud of.
In the hotel, I was the only Titan who needed two rooms. The damn wife cried and whined until I told her she could come, too. My two sons stayed home with Mom.
Watching Rosa and Anita happily jump on a hotel bed together, I asked my VP, “Weatherman, you got the order in?”
Yes, he was my biological father, but I never referred to him as such in front of the men because they didn’t know. Nor Piercer, as requested by Weatherman. After I killed Dad, he and I had a private sit-down where he shared unbelievable details. Like that Mom used to be his wife. Said she used to be beautiful, even kind until Dad wanted her. Yeah, it was the ol’ tale of one man making a deal with the devil for a girl. Hence how the Fallen Gods came to be. Even though Weatherman lost the battle, his wife, and his baby boys, he never gave up on any of us because he believed if there is evil there is good. Even though our actions were against all he believed in, he stayed by our sides, hoping God would someday help us find our way back to him and become a family again.
His dream wasn’t coming true. Piercer was showing signs of becoming mentally unstable, I was selling drugs—which Weatherman preferred over children—and Mom was still the insane bitch Dad had turned her into. No, Weatherman didn’t appear to be at ease as he replied in Spanish, “Si. We pick them up tonight.”
Miami was a good place to restock up on guns. All kinds.
“Good,” I told him. “Tell the boys to lose the cuts and lay low until I say. There’re cameras everywhere in this fancy joint.”
He grumbled, “Hence why we shouldn’t be here.”
