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Warning: Adult situations, adult language
Chapter 41: Saturday, August 27th, 12:00-1400
Somewhere in Trenton
Terry's POV
The situation in Miami is dire. I need to get everything cleaned up and quickly. With the Feds and Manoso on the case, I don't have much time. I can't believe Cobra fucked up. He's always been a great enforcer. I don't know what happened. Yes, I do. Ron 'fucking' Martine had to stick his nose where it didn't belong. He had to talk to Winston about his kids' adoptions. Why couldn't Winston ignore him? If Winston kept his mouth shut, I would have avoided this mess. Now, I needed to kill not only Ron but his family and Winston's family because that idiot had to speak to his wife about the situation.
I should have remembered that Manoso's brat lived in Miami. That was something I didn't think about; I didn't do my research. Knowing what I know now, a carjacking or kidnapping of Ron would have been better. I could have made him disappear, keeping the family intact. But really, who would have thought that Manoso's bastard child was Ron's daughter. I mean her last name is Martine, not Manoso. But Cobra should have killed her. Leaving her alive, especially after the rape was a dumb move. I don't know what inspired Cobra's team to rape her. I swear you can't find good help these days outside of New York or New Jersey.
Okay, Teresa, focus. You have three brats up for sale — time to put the feelers out. I log in to my encrypted adoption site and announce that I have three children available for immediate placement. The first child is an eight-month-old boy, Caucasian, with brown hair and brown eyes. His mother died of a drug overdose, and his father is unknown, though I leave that information out. Instead, I say that his mother died in a tragic car accident. The second child is a girl, two months old, with red hair, green eyes, also Caucasian, Irish to be exact. Her mother is one of our high-end escorts who rather screw men then raise a child. She willingly gave her brat up to us. Instead, I tell the prospective parents that her mother is a sixteen-year-old girl who got pregnant and cannot raise a child. My third child is a five-month-old boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, Caucasian as well. His parents owed my uncle over one million dollars, so they gave us their kid to pay off their debt and keep their home and their other six brats. For this child, I tell the world that his mother is unwed and poor. She would rather give up her child to a good home then raise him in poverty.
I make sure the contact information for my agency is listed and hit 'post.' My website is on the dark web, so I know that I will get top dollar. My agency only services those wealthy couples who don't want to adopt a foreign baby or go through the public scrutiny of legal adoption. Most of my clients pass off their adopted child as their child, claiming to use a surrogate or moving to another city right after the adoption. I don't care what they do, as long as they pay me the money.
My doorbell rings as I finish my post, so I check to see who is at the door. I'm hoping to see Joe, but alas it's Dickie. I might as well let him in the house. Joe hasn't been over for sex since Saturday night. I'm a little horny, okay, I'm very horny. Dickie is a good substitute. I open the door for him and close it once he enters. Before I can turn around after locking the door, Dickie has me pushed against the door, his hands at my breasts and center, he starts to kiss and fondle me. He likes being in control, mimicking rape, it turns me on immensely. I allow him to take me any way he wants.
I know when we finish our round, I'll be satisfied. Dickie and I started experimenting with sex when we were thirteen. Our parents went on vacation for two weeks that summer leaving Dickie and me alone at their summer house in Sea Bright. We were two horny teens left alone. I was scared to sleep in a room by myself, so Dickie and I shared a bed the first night. When he woke up with a hard-on in the morning, I was fascinated. I gave him his first blow job that morning. He returned the favor by giving me oral sex. We never left the house after that morning, spending almost all day, every day, exploring each other's bodies. We had no sexual inhibitions, so we tried everything we could think of, so many different positions. We learned what was impossible and what was possible. Since that summer, whenever our families got together, we would sneak off someplace for a quickie.
Joe and I started dating the following school year. It was for the best, though, because Dickie and I are cousins. Joe thought that he was my first. He is mistaken. Joe is a more considerate lover that Dickie, but I like it rough, so I don't mind them being selfish.
Once Dickie and I finish our release, we dress and get down to business. I check my e-mail and see that a wealthy Palm Beach couple is interested in the five-month-old boy. I send them the application and the fee schedule after I perform a quick Google check. I see their estimated net worth is over eight million dollars, so I send them the highest schedule. I have given them a twenty-four deadline to return the application with our initial fee.
"What's going on with the Plum whore?" Dickie asks.
"She's in Miami, playing house with Manoso."
"I want her dead. She ruined my life. Can't you take care of her while she's down there? I know you didn't want to do anything here in Trenton, but she has no protection in Miami."
"I think I can arrange that. How will you pay me back if I make it happen?"
"Two weeks, me and you, Tahiti."
"I like the sound of that. Consider Stephanie dead."
We seal our agreement with a kiss, then another round of sex. Once finished, Dickie leaves. I head to my computer and check the recording, saving it to my private server so I can watch it later. I decided to call my Italian Stallion. I can use his bigger cock after Dickie's unimpressive six-inch dick. At seven and a half inches, Joe's is the largest cock I've fucked.
"Hi Lover, how are you holding up?" I ask Joe, purring into the phone.
"Okay, considering I buried my grandmother today."
"Would you like me to come over? I can make sure that you feel much better. I can make you feel alive, Lover."
"I'm sorry, Terry, but I can't do these games anymore. I want to settle down. I want a wife and family. We will never have that together. I need to focus on finding a woman who will be my Burg wife. I don't want to cheat on my wife. I was talking to my mother, she told me how much it hurt her to know that my father was fucking other women behind her back. What I did to Stephanie was no different than what my father did to my mother. I need to change before I can have the life I want. I'm sorry, Terry. I'll always love you, but if you are part of the Family business, I cannot have a relationship with you. Goodbye, Terry." Joe responded before hanging up on me.
Fuck you, Joseph Anthony Morelli. When the fuck did you become so self-righteous, so high and mighty? When Plum was here in your bed, you had no qualms about spending time in mine. Now that you are free you want out. What the fuck has he been drinking? Don't worry, I'll get even, I always get even. You want to fuck with me; I'll make your life a living Hell. Now, I need to get to my contacts on Stark Street. I think it's time the Joseph Morelli disappears for good.