A/N: Happy Thursday Ladies! Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe. Sorry it is late but this week has been crazy busy and i didn't think I would make it but here it is! I know a lot of you have questions but if I answer it might spoil the story for some. So, please be patient and all will be revealed soon!

Please Be Advised. WARNING: This story has strong, bloody violence, strong language, contains material that some find disturbing, and contain scenes of sexual nature.

I do not have an editor so there are going to be blips and mistakes. Please be kind when reviewing. This is purely for entertainment and not real life.

As always all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

CHAPTER TEN

CHRISTIAN

I'm a bastard.

I knew what was waiting for her at the dorms and I couldn't help the satisfaction that I was going to get from it. The moment I saw the sadness on her face I knew she was going to cry, and I wanted to stop it. To tell her not to worry but I need her to want me. To be so consumed with me that she can't see her life without me. Shitty, I know, but if she depends on me and I give her the comfort and security she won't want to leave me once I have to tell her about my past and the things I've done to get us here today.

She's stronger than she thinks. No one who has been dealt the cards she has and come out on top like her would have turned out the way she has. She could've blown through her money that was left to her or snorted it like I did when I was in my early twenties. But no, she finished High School and went to college wanting to become a teacher. To help others the way she needed help. She's a delicate flower and I plan on preserving her petals to watch her grow even more.

I moved my car down the street, but I still have her dorm in sight. I've sat here in my car for the past two hours waiting for her to call. I need to be close to her now that I've had her. I'd moved her things to my house if I thought it wouldn't scare her away.

My phone rings and I immediately answer without looking to see who it could be.

"Hello."

"Boss," I hear my guy through the receiver. "Tommy had a problem with a guy over at Lucky's."

Disappointment shoots through me but I quickly get into business mode. I've learned over the years that you must compartmentalize business and personal. My Pop was good at it and I learned from the best. Never did he bring home to Ma or us kids the stress of the business and I plan on doing that with Anastasia. She'll never know what kind of stress my business causes me.

I know that she believes I'm a life insurance business owner, which I do own it to be legit, but what she doesn't know is that I own underground game rooms. They are illegal mini casinos around town that haul in a shit ton of cash. We hold card games along with slots and craps tables. I've got six locations up and running smoothly. Once you make something illegal people eat it up coming to break the law just to get a chance that you might hit a jackpot and win big money.

"Have James handle it, I'm in the middle of something and won't be back until tomorrow."

The phone beeps and I see Anastasia calling. Without a thought I switch over to her, hanging up on Carson.

"Hey baby, you heading to bed early?" I check the time and see it's almost seven.

"No," There's a pause and the silence is killing me, but I need her to talk to me. "I just… are you already home?" She asks.

She lonely and doesn't like to be alone now that we've spent every waking moment together.

"No, I had a few errands to run to get ready to head back to work tomorrow. Why? What's on your mind?"

"Is it bad that I hate being here alone in the quiet after the amazing week we had?"

BINGO.

"How about I swing by and we have dinner? I can be there in fifteen minutes." I try not to sound too eager when I know I can be there in less than five.

"Only if you're not busy."

"I'm never too busy for you baby girl."

We hang up and I calm my heartrate. She's hooked on me just like I am with her.

Twelve minutes later I'm walking in the dorms when a lady who looks like she's got a stick shoved up her ass tries to block me from heading towards the stairs.

"Excuse me sir, but you can't be here. No boys allowed after six."

Is this lady for real? My head swings left to right before I speak.

"Glad to see no boys are around." I start to move around her, but she blocks me again.

"And men. The opposite sex can't enter and be here after six. You can use the phone and call up to whoever the girl is, and they can come down to meet you out front." She plasters on a smile and I'd like to swipe it right off.

"Listen Ms.," I wait for her to give me a name while giving her my best panty dropping smile that used to get me in the panties of any woman I used to bang. It works and her eyes start to roam over me.

"Amy. You can call me Amy."

"Ms. Amy, I'm here to pick up my girlfriend. She has no idea that I've dropped in town to see her and want to surprise her with dinner. Is there any way you could bend the rules just this once and I'll make sure to follow the rules from here on out?" I give the wink and watch as she melts. Sometimes it's like taking candy from a baby.

"I guess this one time. Please be mindful of the rules after tonight though."

"Yes ma'am."

She's still standing in my way afterwards and I have to step wide as to not touch her. Taking the stairs two at a time I reach Anastasia's door in no time. After knocking with three raps the door flies open.

"Christian! I thought you'd call, and I'd come down when you got here."

"A gentleman never expects his woman to walk to the car without him." She giggles and I've missed this side of her. Her eyes are a little puffy, but she tried to hide it with makeup. "Besides, I wanted to ask you something." She bites her bottom lip waiting for me to ask but she distracts me. "Pack a bag and stay with me at my house. I'm not ready for our bubble to be popped just yet. The thought of waking up in the morning alone without you has me feeling miserable."

Her eyes light up and it jumpstarts my heart.

"You sure you aren't tired of my yet?" She plays it off, but I know she loves the idea.

"Pack more than one night just in case."

I sit on her bed as she moves about her room packing a bag. She's done some laundry as her suitcase is now empty and stored away. Once she's grabbed her clothes of choice I decide to add a few more items. She laughs as I sort through her panty drawer, but she has no idea that I'm slowly packing her things to keep at the house that we will be sharing from here on out. Even if I have to tie her to the bed, I plan on having her there every night.

"Ready?" I ask as she get her backpack in order for her classes in the morning. While she's occupied I fill the overnight bag up with even more clothes.

"Yeah." She turns after zipping up her backpack while grabbing for her purse. "Ready!" Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I can't wait to bring her home.

My stomach drops a little at the fact she might not like the house but tamp it down. I picked the house out with her in mind. It's in the La Jolla Heights area which is around ten to twenty minutes away depending on how traffic is on Highway 5. I really wanted to have a place on the water so that we could walk out from the backyard into the ocean, but I know with the type of business I'm in that can be a security nightmare. So, I selected a house in a gated community that had the best views of the ocean. It has a guest house on the one acre, and I plan on telling her that Carson is renting it instead that he's there to protect the both of us. I'm not completely stupid to believe that someone from my past might find out where I am. Retaliation would be easy to get back at my father through me and I won't have Anastasia put in a position where she's in danger.

The house is almost nine thousand square feet that hosts multiple indoor and outdoor living. My parents sit on double the square feet but with just me and Anastasia I think it will accommodate us just fine. The size is like my house on the compound on their property but with breathtaking views and the weather is much better here. There are five bedrooms that I plan to fill with our babies and a total of eight bathrooms. The chefs kitchen is professional grade that I saw Anastasia cooking in while pregnant. We have dual studies and amazing floor to ceiling windows that show the exquisite views of the ocean. It also has a movie room with a good-sized game room in the next room. Carson gets a lot of use out of the workout room but his time to roam around the house has now come to a stop. With Anastasia now in my life I refuse to let anyone in the house unless there is a threat to her. The house is outstanding and cost me a pretty penny, but I knew that she would be safe here.

After having a burger, fries and shake we make our way to the house. The moment we pull into the gated community Anastasia starts to fidget.

"You live here?" Her voice is one of amazement. "You said you sell life insurance, right?" She nervously asks.

I can't help the smirk but nod. I know I could brag on and on but that isn't something she'd like. Most women would be sucking my dick before the gate opened just to see what was behind the gate, but not my woman. She'd prefer my time and attention only. That's another charming trait I love about her. She has money in her own right but doesn't flaunt it.

"My business does very well." I don't elaborate any more than that.

I park the Maserati in the four-car garage next to my four door 4x4 Jeep that's tricked out and my vintage 1970 SS Chevy Chevelle. She's black with a two white racing stripes down her center. The first parking spot closes to the garage door that leads to the house is empty. That spot is for Anastasia's white Ford Mustang convertible. Carson's ride is on the side of the house that is out of the way and not noticed at all.

"You have a beautiful home, Christian." Anastasia says as she takes in all the rooms as we pass by to the living room. I set her bags down on the couch and head over to the kitchen to get us a drink.

"Let's go out on the terrace." I lead her out the French doors with a tumbler of bourbon for me and a glass of wine for her. I know she doesn't drink wine as much as those god-awful fruity drinks, but she seemed to warm up to this particular wine while we were in Malibu this past week. Plus, I have no idea how to make a fruity drink to save my life. If she really wants I'll hire a cook who will make her anything her hearts desires.

It's pitch black out as the sun set hours ago letting the stars shine bright. Anastasia tries to sit down in the lounge chair next to mine but I pull her on top of me so that she's straddling my hips. Her body molds to mine and she leans over letting her tits graze my chin as she sets her wine down.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I guess I really didn't want our bubble to be over too." She's poised above me as my legs stretch out on the lounge chair, half laying down. My mind shoots to images of her sunbathing out here naked and my dick bites at the teeth of my zipper.

"I want you with me all the time. If I could I'd never let you leave the house." I counter. She smiles thinking I'm teasing but in reality I'd love nothing more than to lock her away for only my eyes. She's a walking disaster that stumbles over her own feet and it makes me a nervous wreck.

Her fingers play with the buttons on my shirt then stretch out over my pecs. My body hums any time she touches me and my heart races. Go at her pace. I have to repeat that mantra, so I don't flip us over and maul her. She needs to build confidence in herself and demand what she wants.

"Your body is so hard. How often do you work out?" I know she's talking more than just my dick being hard, but I can't help where my mind goes while she's sitting on top of me in a sundress. Her body doesn't even know it, but her hips are making small thrusts against my raging dick and if I don't bury myself in her soon I might burst.

"Everyday." I try not to grit my teeth when I speak because I don't want to be sharp with her. "I'd love for you to join me so I can watch you sweat in a tiny little outfit."

She giggles but it turns to a moan when my hips decide to have a mind of their own and thrust up. Her head falls back, and she balls my shirt in her fists.

"Is sex always like this. I can't seem to get enough. Jill said that most guys are only good with one round then it takes a full four to five hours before they're ready to go again. And that it only lasts a few minutes." She starts to rock steadier on my hips. "You seem to go for hours and then you're ready to go in only a few minutes."

"You make me that way. Your body, mind and soul make me hard without even trying. I just think about you and my body reacts." I palm her breasts as she pops the buttons on my shirt. That's it baby, get me naked.

"You're a walking sex machine. How'd I get so lucky?"

"Right place at the right time, baby."

In an instant we are naked and thank god I told Carson to take a hike for a few hours. He's one of my best employees and I'd hate to have to kill him because he saw her naked.

"I still can't believe that it fits in me." She nods down to my dick and he weeps at the attention she's giving him.

"Say cock, baby." I tell her. "Say it."

"Cock. I can't believe that your cock fits in me."

I groan at her words. "It fits because you were made for me." I gently glide her up by the hips and settle the tip at her entrance. "Take him baby, take him deep." I encourage.

She moves slowly and I almost thrust up hard to bury myself, but I find some kind of restraint.

"That's it. All the way…" She drops down all the way to where her ass is resting on my sac. She's going to have finger bruises on her hips tomorrow, but I can't even help that I don't care. "Ride my cock baby. Aw, that's it."

Anastasia is moving up and down and her speed is picking up. She has her hands sturdy on my chest as she bounces on top of me. Her tits are right in my face, so I latch on to one as my other hands dives in and fingers her clit. Her moans are enough to set me off, but I hold back wanting her to go first. My tongue laps at her nipple and my teeth give it a nip making her walls clamp down even firmer on my dick. She has no idea how sexy she is.

"I'm close, baby." I warn.

"Me too. Aw, oh oh, it's coming… I'm coming." I move my hands back to her hips and guide her movements as her body stiffens. "Oh my god, I love you. Oh my god." My hips start to jackhammer up into her as her release depletes every ounce of energy she has. It takes four thrusts and I'm following behind her in my own release, grunting her name as cum shoots into her pussy.

Best feeling in the world.

My arms wrap tightly around her as her body lays on top of mine. I can't believe she just said that. Once she's calmed down her body jolts ups almost making my dick eject from her core.

"I… what I said… it just came out. I…" Anastasia's face turns bright red, but her eyes show what she truly feels.

"I love you too, Anastasia." I cut her off. "I know we've only just met but I feel like I've known you much longer. I can't help it, but I feel the same too, baby."

"You do?" She bites her bottom lip and my cock stirs back to life. "You don't think it's too soon?"

"There is no measure of time that can be put on my feelings. Hell, I think I loved you the first night we met." I chuckle because she thinks I'm talking about at the hotel. She has no idea that I've loved her for years. At her graduation was the turning point for me. I walked away because I didn't think I had any options but over the years choices were made and I wouldn't change anything again to be right here with her.

"I can't help but get these flutters in my stomach when I'm with you and my heart races when you look at me." She is going to turn me into the biggest pussy-whipped man on this planet if she doesn't stop.

"Tell me again and this time do it because you want to and not because my dick just gave you the best orgasm you've ever had." I lean up so that we are nose to nose. My dick is hard again and still encased in her warm cunt.

"I love you, Christian." Her eyes sparkle under the stars and my life has been given another chance. For some reason someone gave me a chance to have a happy life with the woman of my dreams.

"I love you too." I say and pick her up from the lounge chair. She wraps her legs around my hips as we walk through the house towards our bedroom. There's no going back now. She's sealed her fate the moment those words can out of her mouth.

I kick the door shut and fall onto the bed with her under me.

"I hope coffee will help keep you awake during your classes tomorrow because I plan to keep you up all night long loving you." I say as I start to grind up against her.

There's a light tap on the bedroom door that brings me out of my sex induced sleep. I'm a light sleeper, you have to be when you've lived in a mafia lifestyle. People are always trying to sneak up on you. Ray always made sure to keep me on my toes and would surprise attack me as a training.

The alarm shows we've only been asleep for an hour. Christ, this better be life or death. I know Carson is on the other side of the door waiting until I open it. He wouldn't dare come in now that Anastasia is in my life. I've made it perfectly clear that unless we are in any danger he was not to approach the house anymore. The last thing I need is having to explain who he really is or have him scare her into not staying here because she felt uncomfortable.

Our bodies are intertwined together. She always has the coldest feet and I love that she burrows them in between my thighs to warm them up. Her head is on my shoulder and I've got my arms circled around her so that half her body is on mine. This is going to be interesting. Carefully, I unwrap our limbs and wait as she mumbles something incoherent. I pack pillows around her hoping she thinks it's me and stays asleep then pull on a pair of boxers and pad my way over to the door but not before making sure she was covered with the sheets.

"This better be good to pull me from her." I demand after I softly close the bedroom door.

"Lucky's was robbed." Carson stands feet apart, hands behind his back. He was a solider for eight years before calling it quits. Civilian life was hard for him to adapt to when he came home. He'd been homeless for six month when we met. I knew the moment I saw him that he'd make a good right-hand man. He's no-nonsense type of guy and gets shit done when asked. He's loyal to me and that is rare to find.

"What the fuck? How the hell did that happen?" I whisper yell in disbelief as I pace away from the door so that I don't wake Anastasia. We have the perfect security in place to prevent robberies.

"My guess is that it's someone from the inside giving our system and is working together." He pauses and retrieves his phone. "Colin Benson is the guy who came in and was apprehended twenty minutes ago. We have him at the warehouse."

"Anyone hurt?" I ask. Having an underground game room has its risks but one thing you don't want to happen is for your customers to get hurt. They bring in the cash and gamble it away. People get a little skittish if they feel unsafe at your establishment and then there goes your money train.

Carson shakes his head. "Barged in when a member opened the door waving a gun. Ms. Jackie was on duty and gave him the bag that we've trained them to do if this situation occurred."

That bag has a tiny tracker embedded in the lining. One thing Ray taught me was that always be ten steps ahead of everyone. Always think like a criminal in every situation so that you'd be prepared when it happens.

"I'll be down in ten minutes. Make sure the property is secure while I dress. Lock this place down until we get back and turn on the motion sensors. I want to be alerted if she gets up from the bed."

Thirty-five minutes later we walk into the warehouse that holds all my gaming supplies. We have extra slots machines lined up along with poker tables and chairs that outfit the open space. Towards the back I have several offices, one in particular is soundproof for this very reason.

James stands in front of the door making sure no enters or exits. I give a nod and he steps aside to let me in. As we walk in the middle of the room holds a metal chair with Colin Benson, I presume, tied up and bleeding out of his gagged mouth.

"Mr. Benson," I start and hang my suit jacket on the hook by the door and start to roll up my sleeves. "I hear you had an eventful night."

His head shakes from right to left avoiding eye contact.

"Let's start here shall we?" I pull the gag out and watch a string of blood ooze out of his mouth. "I'm going to make this easy for you and save us all the wasted time spent here tonight." I grab his chin and force his eyes to meet mine. "Who helped you pull off your heist at my game room?"

"Please, I'm sorry. The money is returned, all of it. Please let me go, you'll never see me again I swear." He pleads but that doesn't answer my question. I'm dog tired after the sexcapade Anastasia and I just experienced and want to get back to bed with her for a few more hours.

"Tell me and I'll have mercy." I grip him tighter as he struggles to be free of my bone crushing hold. "Last chance."

He doesn't budge but continues to plead for his release. I nod over to Carson, who slides a table on the left side of his body.

"Mr. Benson, I have given you two chances to come clean with the accomplice and you have not be forthcoming at all. I see that we must go a different route than I was hoping for."

Carson cuts his rope releasing his hand and stabilizes it on the wooden table at his side. James hands me my overly sharp machete as all the color drains from Colin Benson.

"Okay, okay I'll tell…" I don't even let him finish the sentence before I swiftly swing down the machete onto the table releasing half of his hand from his body. Colin doesn't react at first but when the pain finally registers he wails. The screaming is almost unbearable, and I contemplate cutting his throat to shut him up, but I don't. I need to set a precedent for those who cross me. Word will soon get out about the man who tried to rob me and how I cut off the thief's hand. Though, the person who works for me and giving my secrets out will not be met with the same fate. That traitor will be placed in a hole somewhere in the ground to never be heard from again.

"Tell me the name and I won't cut off your other hand, Mr. Benson" I bend down to his eyelevel.

"Doug… Doug." He blubbers.

I hand the machete back to James and wait for this pansy to calm the fuck down.

"Have Doc come by and treat the wound." I instruct James then turn back to Colin. "I'm letting you go but if you ever come within one hundred feet of my establishments again I'll kill your whole family while you watch, then I'll torture you until you beg for death. Are we clear?" He jerks his head in a nod as I roll my sleeves down. It's then that I notice a spray of blood on the arm of my shirt.

Taking my jacket off the hook I turn to Carson.

"Take care of Doug, make sure to dig deep."

"Yes, Boss." Carson responds as we make our way back to the car.

We drive back home in silence as the early morning sky begins to lighten. I check the monitors to see if Anastasia is safe.

"Anything else before you retire, Sir?"

I shake my head as we walk through the house.

"Make sure that there aren't any loose ends to tie up with Doug."

"Yes, Sir."

We separate in opposite directions as I make my way up the stairs and Carson heads out to the guesthouse in the back.

Quietly, I open the bedroom door and am met with darkness. Anastasia hasn't moved a muscle from where I left her, and it makes me smile. Good girl. I lightly pad over to the shower making sure to close the bathroom door and turn on the water. I wash off the last hour to make sure nothing will ever touch her. Once I'm satisfied everything is off, I towel dry then make my way back to bed.

Carefully, I remove the pillows and place myself under her, moving so she is back in the position where we were. My eyes are heavy, and it doesn't take long before she places her cold feet back between my warm thighs. It makes me smile as I drift off to sleep.

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