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When Love Calls (Chapter Fifteen)

DELARO’S COMPOUND  
Younkers, New York
 

“So you mean Domenico and Tango is behind the hit son.”  
Mr. Delaro looked around a conference room filled with several members representing various families of the underworld.  
“One of those Mexican Drug Lords, confirmed it was Domenico right before that black federal agent put a bullet in the center of his forehead. The bastard had it in his small brain, he was the next person to succeed me.”  
“Are you sure son? There are repercussions if indeed this shit is true.”  
“Unfortunately father, it’s true.”  
 
Mr. Delaro Sr. leaned over and whispered in Amati’s ear.  
 
“After this meeting. I need eyes and ears on the street, to corroborate this.”  
“Consider it done, sir.”  
 
Mr. Delaro Jr. looked around the conference room.  
 
“As you all have heard by now, there was a direct hit placed on someone within this organization, which defy the natural laws of significance. With your permission. I would like Domenico and Tango dealt with, justly, by the Delaro family.”  
“Satori, I’ve known Domenico, since he was knee high coming into his late father’s tailor shop. And I find this news very disturbing to say the least.”  
“What needs to be done, will be done. There are rules, which have been broken, and must be dealt with accordingly.”  
“Are you sure of this swift justice you are proposing. Domenico is the fourth generation Gambino, and I do not want to have a blood feud or a personal vendetta to ruin what each family has worked so hard to attain. Each man in here represents several sectors in New York and surrounding states. Business has been quiet and prosperous. Satori, do you really think this vendetta is worth it.”  
 
Mr. Delaro Sr. looked across the conference room at his son.  
 
“If I did not hunger for the blood of my son’s prey, dammit, we will not all be here.”  
“I will take this request into consideration. I will render my final decision during the annual meeting in Sicily. I must ask you, where is Domenico and Tango lying their head at?”  
“At my estate in Long Island.”  
“To have patience to kill a man at your disposable is unthinkable. However, waiting for the right time to kill him is honorable.”  
 
Everyone within the conference shook their head.  
 
“Satori, what is this urgency by Domenico to have drugs put out on our streets. That concept have been adopted by the Mexicans. It leads to trouble, the Feds, and the DEA.”  
“It appears someone has been whispering in Domenico’s ears, and I think I know who the source may be.”  
“Well.”  
“I believe Domenico, is in bed with the Russian Cartel.”  
“What!”  
“It seems Domenico, is attempting to branch out on his own, in the realm of supplying dope to the streets. If we do not put a stop to this shit. It could be a risk to us all. I have been forewarned by a FBI Agent, if I go down, I’m sure all of us will go down.”  
“Is this the black guy who shot up Domenico and Tango?”  
“Yes the very same back guy, who took out four Mexican Drug Lords’ soldiers, and practically saved my life from a hot head within my own camp.”  
 
Mr. Delaro Sr. looked over at his son.  
 
“So, what are you saying son? Are you giving this…this.”  
“Black man.”  
“Yes, this black man the permission, to associate himself with my grandaughter.”  
“Absolutely, I wish I had someone like him on my payroll, and if someone comes after my daughter, at least I know Zaniyah is in safe hands.”  
 
Each man in the conference looked at Mr. Delaro Sr., and then over at Mr. Delaro Jr.  
 
“Everyone seated, I am not here to discuss my daughter’s dating habits. I am here to discuss the appropriate actions to take in dealing with Domenica, and Tango without breaking this organization’s rules.”  
 
Mr. Delaro looked around the men dropped jaws sitting around the conference table.  
 
Mr. Delaro Sr. cleared his throat.  
 
“Satori, what is the progress of erecting a casino in Manhattan. The developers are only waiting for your say.”  
“The Manhattan site has not been agreed upon. I was advised that location or the proprietor could not be bought or bribed.”  
“Mr. Delaro Sr. looked over at his son. By whom son.”  
“A persistent federal agent director whom we do not want breathing down our backs; not while we are so close to completion on the other two casinos in New Jersey, in addition, not why the Russians are trying to shut us down quietly by placing polluted dope on the street. Everyone in here knows, you destroy the neighborhood, it means no business or money in the pockets.”  
“Does anyone in this conference room know who Domenico has been talking too,” Mr. Delaro Sr. looked over at Amati. “Any ideas?”  
“Sir, I have my suspension. I will confirm it after we return from Sicily.”  
“If there isn’t any other business to discuss or negate. I will met every one of you in Sicily.”  
 
Each seated member rose from their seat and shook each other hand.  
 
OYSTER BAY, LONG ISLAND  
Gentleman’s Quarter Log Cabin  
Later That Afternoon
 
 
 “Would you like the last strawberry handsome?”  
“I thought I licked every hole, you planted a strawberry in.”  
“You did forget the main one.”  
 
Marcus leaned down and kissed one of Zaniyah’s rosy nipples.  
 
Zaniyah put the strawberry inside her mouth. She palmed the back of Marcus’ head and drew his mouth to hers. She kissed him tenderly. She transferred the pureed strawberry into his mouth.  
 
Marcus lifted his lips from off Zaniyah’s lips. He licked the liquefied strawberries streaming down her chin. Marcus looked into Zaniyah’s eyes.  
 
“Could I escort my beautiful woman to dinner this evening?”  
 
Zaniyah pulled Marcus’ shirt close and lifted from off his lap. She walked across the bedroom. She turned her back to Marcus. She looked out the window overlooking the lake. She wrapped her arms around herself.  
 
“I’m not quite ready to face society.” Zaniyah turned around. She combed her fingers through her slightly damp hair. “Marcus, are you aware, I almost got killed yesterday. I witnessed not only one body lying on the floor of a ristorante deceased, but three others bodies.”  
 
Marcus rose from the bed. He walked over to where Zaniyah stood. He pulled her into his arms. He tilted her chin.  
 
“Baby, I know I was there. This is not your fault, it was a foolish decision by someone who create more harm than good. Therefore, why don’t my beautiful woman let this man worry about the big things, and you could worry about what you would be wearing when I take you out this evening.”  
 
Zaniyah looked up into Marcus’ eyes.  
 
“Marcus...that Russian man.”  
“Will have to come through me, to get to you.”  
 
Zaniyah linked her arms around Marcus’ neck. She pressed her trembling body into his.  
 
Marcus wrapped his arms around Zaniyah’s lower back. He rubbed his palms up and down her back.  
 
“Baby, I have you.”  
 
Zaniyah inched her presence back.  
 
“Do you now? So, I can feel safe in these monstrous muscles of yours.”  
 
Marcus leaned down and whispered in Zaniyah’s ear, “Do the beautiful woman feel safe, when I’m deep inside of her as well?”  
 
Zaniyah kissed Marcus’ chest wall, and then licked over it.  
 
“She feels very safe.”  
 
Zaniyah reached down and wrapped her palm around Marcus’ manhood. She kissed him under his neck; she traced the tip of her tongue along his jawbone.  
 
Marcus bent his head. He tasted Zaniyah’s lips.  
 
Zaniyah’s palms roamed over the harden length of Marcus’ manhood. She looked up into his eyes.  
 
“It looks like someone cannot contain his excitement at the moment.”  
 
Marcus cupped Zaniyah’s cheeks. He drew her face toward his. He mouth took advantage of hers.  
 
“Mmm,” Zaniyah moaned.  
 
Marcus inflamed the kiss. He backed Zaniyah back up to the bed.  
 
The side of the mattress graced the back of Zaniyah’s knees.  
 
Zaniyah sat down.  
 
Marcus kept coming, taking her body backwards. He positioned his body between her thighs. He slowly released her lips. He kissed around her neck. He reached his hand down and caressed the mound of her pelvis.  
 
“Oh…Marcus.”  
 
Marcus realized this time he will have to withdraw before he ejaculates in her for the third time.  
 
Zaniyah sat halfway up. She palmed Marcus’ back, and kissed the dagger tattoo to his upper chest. She bent her head and licked over one nipple. Her head hit the pillow.  
 
Marcus cupped Zaniyah’s hips and lifted her pelvis; he kissed the opening to her pussy. He pulled her hips downward at the same time as his tongue darted inside of her.  
 
“Oh…baby, you make me keeping wanting you.” Zaniyah half moaned in her throat.  
 
Marcus suckled Zaniyah’s clitoris.  
 
Zaniyah palmed Marcus’ head, and squeezed her breast with the other. She consistently uplifted her pelvis into his face.  
 
Marcus gripped Zaniyah’s skin tighter. His oral thrashing increased in intensity.  
 
“Ma…Marcus.”  
 
Zaniyah’s head bounced up and down off the mattress.  
 
Marcus withdrew his tongue, he kissed Zaniyah’s downy hairs. He licked over her lower stomach. He lifted up. His tongue rode up to her navel. He kissed around her flat abdomen, over her belly ring.  
 
Zaniyah palmed the sides of Marcus’ face, and pulled him on top of her. She opened her legs wider.  
 
Marcus elongated his body. He palmed his manhood and fished the fatten helmet around the opening of Zaniyah’s pussy.  
 
Zaniyah covered Marcus’ hand and swiped the tip of his manhood around her clitoris.  
 
“Mmm.”  
 
She entangled her legs around Marcus’ back as his dick began its physical intoxicating journey inside her.  
 
Marcus cupped Zaniyah’s buttocks. He moved ever so slowly inside of her. He whispered in her ear, “You like this dick inside you.”  
 
Zaniyah palmed Marcus’ gluteus and mashed them down. She uplifted her pelvis, answering his question.  
 
Marcus controlled his downward thrusts inside of her.  
 
Zaniyah remembered her ovulation kit. She gathered her arms around Marcus’ neck. She seesawed her pelvis. She wrapped her legs around his back. She suckled his neck.  
 
“Oh…baby you feel so fucking good.”  
 
Marcus’ thrust became bolder, uncoordinated. He lifted Zaniyah’s arms over her head and nipped at a nipple. He suckled it and banged his manhood insider her womanhood harder.  
 
Zaniyah arched her back. She twisted her body against Marcus’ dominating carnal plunges. In the mist of matting her pelvis into his grown. Her wet pussy gloved his hard erection.  
 
Marcus felt his shaft violently pulsated. He felt some of his pre-cum leaking out.  
 
“Baby stop, don’t fucking move.”  
 
Marcus kissed Zaniyah’s lips.  
 
Zaniyah squeezed her vaginal walls. She rubbed her palms up and down Marcus’ sweat drenched back.  
 
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on her lips. If he moved he was goner.  
 
Zaniyah slowly moved her pelvis against the lazy movements of Marcus’ groin. She hugged him tighter and repeatedly bashed her pelvis against his groin.  
 
“Zani…Zaniyah dammit stop...shit...shit.”  
 
Marcus banged his dick inside Zaniyah’s pussy faster. He dropped his head backwards.  
 
“Oh, fuck it.”  
 
His ejaculation roared out. He plunged his manhood inside Zaniyah’s vaginal orifice over and over again; draining his energy. He bent his head downward and found her lips.  
 
Zaniyah moved to the progression of Marcus’ pearly essence faltering inside her.  
 
“Umm.”  
 
Her climax blended into the flow of his release.  
 
Marcus slowly lifted his lips from off Zaniyah’s lips.  
 
“Oh...baby, you make me give up that nutt.”  
 
“Marcus, are you trying to get me pregnant.”  
 
Marcus froze.  
 
“Uhh no, I thought we agreed, we do not want each other's kids.”  
“Hum, you could have me fooled.”  
“I take full responsibility. I will go out and buy a box of condoms.”  
 
Marcus was about to withdraw.  
 
Zaniyah incarcerated Marcus’ presence by the small bend in his back.  
 
“Baby, no…don’t go.”  

Marcus leaned down and whispered, “If we keep meeting like this, we are going to make a baby. Your pussy is too damn good and tight to be ignored.”  
 
He stirred his semi-flaccid manhood inside of her wet womanhood.  
 
“How good is good handsome.”  
 
Zaniyah compressed her vaginal walls.  
 
“Maybe I should show you.”  
“Maybe you should.”  
 
Marcus inched up, palmed the iron headboard, and drilled his dick back inside Zaniyah’s pussy.  
 
Copyright©SKC-2019  
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
This is a chapter from one of my many published novels. I will be adding a chapter as fitting to celebrate life in general
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