Bastard’s Baby(61)

She answered after a minute, holding Alexei.

“Vince,” she said. “What do you want?”

“Let me inside.”

She moved and let me slip past. She shut the door behind us and turned toward me.

“What do you want?” she asked again.

“Pack your stuff,” I said. “You’re coming to stay with me.”

She looked at me strangely. “What are you talking about?”

“Get your stuff and Alexei’s stuff. You’re coming to stay in my room.”

She bit her lip. “Why?”

“You said you felt unsafe, right? Well, there’s no better way for me to keep you safe.”

“I don’t know. Alexei cries all night sometimes, especially in a new room. He’s just getting used to this one.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “We’ll survive a crying baby. Come on.”

She looked at me for a second and then sighed and nodded. “Okay. But just to be clear, this is for Alex. To keep him safe.”

I grinned at her. “Sure it is.”

“Here,” she said and handed me the baby. “It’s for him. Don’t forget that.”

I watched her ass move across the floor and felt my cock stirring in my pants.

We both knew it was for the kid. But we also both knew it was because we wanted to be near each other, couldn’t get enough of each other.

“You’re coming to live with me, little man,” I said to Alexei. “Your mommy pretends like she hates me, but we both know she doesn’t.”

He just smiled up at me.





31





Kaley





I didn’t know how I’d ended up here.

One second I was staying in my own room thinking about how I could keep distance between me and Vince, and the next I was staying in his room, practically on top of him.

“You can have the bedroom,” he said.

“What about you?”

He shrugged. “I have an apartment in the city. Most of my stuff is there, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Sure. I don’t live here.”

“I would understand it if you did.”

He laughed as he carried my bags into the bedroom. “It’s nice here, sure, but if you stay too long, you can go soft.”

“And you don’t want to go soft.”

He grinned. “Do I seem like the type that can be soft?”

“I guess not.”

He finished carrying my stuff into the bedroom and walked over to the little side table with liquor on it. He poured himself a whisky and held it up to me.

“To mother and father living together,” he said, smirking.

“Good one.”

He knocked his drink back.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, pouring another and then sitting on the couch.

I watched as he loosened his shirt, unbuttoning a button. I stared at him for a second before quickly disappearing back into the bedroom.

I shut the door behind me. “This will be good,” I said softly to Alexei. “This will be good. There won’t be any problems.”

And as soon as I said the words, I knew that was totally wrong.

I understood why he wanted me to stay in his room. Logically, it made sense. If there were problems in the mob and people wanted to see me get thrown out, it made sense to keep me as close to Vince as possible.

But it was also so dangerous. My attraction to him was only growing stronger every day, and I was still pissed that he wasn’t backing down from murdering the Russians. It was dangerous to get too close to him, because Alexei and I might have to run at any time.

Still, this was the right move. As I rocked Alexei, I couldn’t help but picture what I could do with Vince while living in his room.

He’d be there every morning. Maybe he’d even come into my room, wake me up with his strong hands slipping down between my legs. I’d pretend like I was angry, of course, but truthfully I’d be soaking wet. I’d been having these dreams where I wake up in bed with Vince and he instantly begins to press his mouth against my pussy, eating me with an incredible hunger.

I could feel myself getting excited just thinking about this fantasy, and so I quickly turned on the little television and sat in bed with Alexei in my lap, talking to him and bouncing him slightly.

I couldn’t let myself get drawn into any fantasies. I needed to keep my head on my shoulders, because this little game was getting more and more dangerous every day.



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Three hours later and Alexei still hadn’t stopped crying.

He had started almost as soon as I’d put the television on. I didn’t understand it. I tried everything, tried feeding him and changing him, but nothing worked. I sang him and bounced him, I put him in his little chair, I walked him around the room, and nothing.