Page 32 of The Mobster’s Secret

IVAN

Four years later…

It’s my son’s third birthday today, but as a family, we have so much to celebrate.

It’s been four years since my life changed forever. Since Willow walked into my life and changed me. Flipped my vision of the world upside down and unleashed the passionate monster that lived inside of me.

Four years since I met Willow, my wife, my queen, and the mother of my child.

Four years since the long-lasting feud between my family and the Messinas ended. I finally avenged my father. Took that trauma and buried it, and it was Willow who helped me move on. Helped me build this life we share together.

I can’t even picture where I’d be without her. I watch as she chases Ben around the living room. He’s wearing a pair of red overalls and a conductor’s hat and still has a smear of ice cream on his cheek from his birthday cake. Sometimes I just have to take a moment to comprehend that this is my life now.

I’m a father, a husband, and most of all, I’m no longer carved out of ice.

There’s warmth in me. A protectiveness that was never there. My life is incredible in a way it never was before. There is meaning beyond power and wealth now, and it all comes from them. My wife and my son.

I re-enrolled her in school as soon as we got back from the warehouse. I might have sent some of my men to watch over her for the first couple of months, but can you blame me? Willow is my everything, and I felt like I was staring the end of my world in the face when I almost lost her.

Even while pregnant, and even after giving birth to Benjamin, Willow finished her degree in environmental science. Now she works as a consultant to advise private companies on making sure they adhere to New York’s environmental laws. She also does occasional fieldwork for non-profits inspecting soil and groundwater sampling.

It makes me so happy to see her dreams come true. To listen to her stories from work when she comes home, speaking so passionately about one of her latest projects.

Her friend Greta is our main nanny when we need her, which isn’t too often, as Willow and I love being parents. I pay her way beyond what most people would for the amount of hours she puts in, but she’s practically family now, and she did provide us with the information that led to Willow’s rescue.

I smile as Ben tumbles into his mother’s arms with a heavy sigh. He’s more worn out than he wants to admit, but Willow and I both know what that means. She looks back at me, and I go over to them.

“He’s already asleep,” I whisper, smoothing his hair and wiping the frosting from his face.

“He played too hard,” she murmurs.

“He was all excited.”

“Excited to grow up and be big like his daddy.” Willow smirks at me, and I lean in and kiss her gently. She still smells like lime and coconut, and her angelic blond hair still captures me every morning when I wake up beside her.

She is the definition of beauty.

“Why don’t we put him down for a nap?” I suggest, sliding my hand up her back. “And you and I have a bit of alone time?”

Her eyes glisten back at me, and she replies with a knowing nod.

Christ, she’s hot as hell, and I can’t keep my eyes off her body as I walk with her up the stairs to Ben’s room. She’s wearing a casual pink floral print dress that was tailored just for her, and every move she makes gets my blood pumping.

I pat my son on the head and wrap my arms around my wife as we step out into the hallway. She’s not wearing a bra under her dress, and her tits bounce as we walk to our bedroom. My cock stiffens as my hands find them and slide beneath the fabric, cupping their perfection.

I may have spent the ten years before my wife on my own, but I heard stories from other married men about how the attraction fades or the spark just isn’t there anymore. But that is not the case with me and Willow. If anything, my attraction for her has grown into a fiery tornado of lust. I fuck her every morning and every evening. It’s practically become a schedule. And then there are those days, which are many, where I can’t suppress my lust for her and end up finding her for a quickie.

We shower together, and I watch her get dressed. I jerk off to her when she’s at work and then fuck her again when she gets home. She’s become an addiction. An obsession. And nobody fucks with her. Nobody fucks with my family or my empire. My power has solidified as an immovable force with my queen standing by my side.

I close the bedroom door quietly behind us, then lift Willow up and toss her playfully onto the bed. She’s still the firecracker she always was and loves to play-fight with me before we make love.

Her eyes blaze as I rip off my shirt and stride over to her. She kicks out at me, causing her dress to rise up, and my cock pumps beneath my pants.

“No panties,” I growl. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

“If you can get me, you can have me,” she taunts back, scrambling back across the bed.

I snatch her by the ankles and pull her to me. Her dress bunches up all the way above her hips, revealing her beautiful body to me. My heart pounds with desire as I spread her legs open and lean down onto her, pinning her beneath my weight. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as I tug the top of her dress down, exposing her perfect tits.