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  “How’s the baby this morning,” Victor whispered as he kissed Tammy’s chest.

  “Very small… But fine,” Tammy muttered.

  Shortly after Randall’s attack, the doctor had given Tammy news that her baby was okay. Phew. The doctor hadn’t been able to determine the gender of the baby but said she was “most likely” a girl. Tammy didn’t care as long as her child was healthy.

  Victor murmured, “I’m glad.”

  He kissed Tammy’s velvety brown skin and began to shimmy her out of her clothes. “Mmm,” Tammy moaned when she realized what was about to happy. Now that she was well into her first trimester she felt hornier than ever.

  All she wanted to do was make love to Victor. Tammy unhooked her bra to make things easier. Victor palmed Tammy’s exposed breast as he removed his own boxers. His hot tool was hard with arousal and pressed against Tammy’s thigh. There was nothing she loved more than Victor’s immense muscular weight pressed on top of her.

  “I’m so wet,” Tammy whispered.

  Victor kissed her neck. “Oh yeah?”

  Victor knew he shouldn’t succumb to his urges then. He had something to tell Tammy that had been nagging him. As she pestered him for details on the wedding and he deflected with his usual silence, he knew he’d have to come clean. He’d kept his secret for decades. He’d hidden behind his identity, this false image of himself he’d constructed.

  Tammy had seen a hint of what he was like, of who he really was, but she would always choose to look the other way when she came close to exposing him.

  Victor would have to expose himself. He’d have to tell her, even if it pained him to think of how she’d view him differently for knowing. But it would all have to change soon anyways. Whether or not he told her now, she’d have to find out. If Victor wanted any chance of keeping her in the end, he’d have to tell her.

  Victor groaned as he began to slide his cock inside of her. He teased her by pushing only half his length inside of her. Tammy whimpered as he eased deeper inside her. She pressed her nails into his buttocks, squeezing his chiseled frame closer to her.

  “Please… Use me…” Tammy whimpered.

  Victor obliged. He shoved the remaining length of his cock deep inside Tammy. She cried out in pleasure. This was beyond what she had expected.

  “Oh yes!” She screamed and grabbed onto Victor’s back as he began to thrust inside of her.

  “Harder,” She begged.

  Victor was happy to oblige. He pounded Tammy’s pussy until she came. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She screamed. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock as she finished. Tammy almost couldn’t handle the immense euphoria she felt washing through her body. This was beyond amazing.

  “You like that?” Victor whispered as she came down from her orgasm. He slowed down his stroke to give her a chance to recover.

  “Mhmm,” Tammy whimpered.

  “I’m going to cum inside you,” Victor growled. Tammy nodded and prepared herself what what was coming next. Victor pressed hard into Tammy and pounded her even harder. She screamed and moaned, clawing madly at his back like an animal. Tammy stared deep into Victor’s icy blue eyes. As she came closer to climax, she swore she’d never felt closer to anyone.

  As her face twisted into her second orgasm, Victor groaned and climaxed. As promised, he emptied himself inside of her. Tammy felt his cock twitch and felt the hot spurt of cum coating her pussy. Victor kept his lips pressed to hers as he pulled his cock out of her.

  Victor rolled onto his back.

  “God, I need a cigarette,” He breathed. Tammy giggled and kissed him on the lips. There was no smoking around the baby period. She wouldn’t budge on that request.

  Tammy nuzzled close to Victor. They’d come so far… Tammy wondered if it had all happened too fast.

  “Tammy, we need to talk,” Victor replied.

  “What is it Victor?”

  “I have not been completely honest with you?”

  Tammy chuckled, “What are you talking about? Do you have a gambling addiction or something?”

  She looked into Victor’s eyes and saw that he was serious. He had a secret, a real secret. Tammy’s stomach turned.

  “I’m serious.”

  “So what then? What is it?”

  “I’m not exactly who you think I am.”

  Tammy folded her arms.

  “So you’re not Victor Del Toro?”

  “Not exactly?”

  “Then what exactly?”

  Victor sighed.

  “I’ve never told anybody about this.”

  “Start talking…”

  “My real name is Victor Del Toro Ortega. My mother is the heiress to the Ortega oil fortune. But my mother is dead.”

  “Wait… what?” Tammy stared at him in disbelief.

  “Is this some kind of weird joke Victor?”

  “No.”

  “Then what is it? What are you trying to tell me?”

  “Hold on,” he said, “Let me show you something.”

  Victor reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper he kept in his wallet.

  “What is this?”

  “My birth certificate. So you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”

  “You keep your birth certificate in your wallet?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Victor replied, “I don’t have my old life anymore.”

  Tammy read the birth certificate and confirmed everything Victor told her as true. His mother was the famous Spanish billionaire which made him…

  “You say you don’t have your old life anymore. What does that mean?”

  “After my mother died and I became the sole heir to her fortune, I inherited many enemies. I faked my own death and fled to the States.”

  “When?”

  “When I started at Willowcrest. Your freshman year of high school.”

  “No,” Tammy whispered, “This isn’t possible.”

  “Tammy listen to me. It’s true. I’m telling you because I want you to be my wife. You have to know everything.”

  Tammy snorted, “You’ve barely told me anything!”

  “I’ve told you who I really am. I am living in exile in the last place anyone would ever look.”

  “You haven’t told me how you got here.”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “It matters to me!” Tammy said.

  She stood to her feet and walked across the room. Victor followed her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

  “This means we’ll never have to worry about money… we won’t have to worry about anything. Now that you know…”

  Tammy closed her eyes, wanting to unwind and relax into his arms. But she couldn’t. If people were after Victor that meant he wasn’t safe to be around. Her son, Jabari, could be in danger.

  “What about Jabari, Victor? Did you think about him? People are after you…”

  “Not anymore,” Victor said, “They think I’m dead.”

  “How can you be sure of that?”

  “I am.”

  “Victor, promise me nothing is going to happen to my son.”

  “I promise. I’ve kept you safe thus far, haven’t I?”

  She wrapped her arms around him.

  “Yes, you have.”

  “I promise, my past isn’t going to ruin things for us.”

  “Okay,” Tammy said, “But this long story, I want to hear it.”

  Victor sighed, “Perhaps another time. For now, I want to celebrate our baby. Isabella.”

  “Isabella?”

  “That was my mother’s name.”

  “How do you know the baby is a girl?” Tammy asked.

  Victor smiled.

  “I have a good feeling about it.”

  Victor kissed her again, but then his phone rang, a piercing shrill through their bedroom.

  “Answer it,” Tammy urged.

  Victor rushed across the room to his phone and answered. A deep voice on the other end grow
led, “Victor. Deberías regresar a España.”

  “Who is this?” Victor responded gruffly, his heart pounding in his chest.

  “Ahora. No tengo tiempo. Adios, hermano.”

  He hung up and eyed his fiancée, who stared at him with hope and more importantly love in her eyes.

  “Who was that?” She asked.

  “Nobody,” Victor lied, “It was nobody.”

  The End

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  Heath took me prisoner two days ago. Since then, I’d scoped out every opportunity to run. Clinging to him on the back of his Gold Wing, I scrutinized the landscape as we rushed past. Thick forests hung over the highway, shading us from the blazing heat of the sun beginning its descent in the sky. When all the bikes stopped and the men started their tune ups, I hung close to Heath’s bike.

  As he stooped down to check his tires, I checked on my cash.

  I reached into my jeans and pulled out my wad of bills, mostly fives and ones. This was all the money I had but it would have to do.

  I counted it for the second time and prepared to run.

  “Kaja, get over here,” he called and I rounded his shiny metal beast, my eyes darting furtively along the highway.

  “Yes?” I folded my arms.

  My time approached.

  “Hold this. I need to screw on the bolts,” he growled.

  I stuck out my palm with a scowl on my face and he stuck the spanner in it with a bemused raised eyebrow.

  “You don’t have to be so sour.”

  “Whatever. I want to get out of here.”

  He chuckled.

  “Bossy huh? We’ll see what you say when we get to Chicago and I off-load you onto the first toothless bastard I find.”

  “Buzz off.”

  He chuckled again and bent down to adjust his tires.

  “Spanner.”

  I handed him the spanner.

  “Good.”

  He opened up the toolbox on the back of the bike and shoved it back in.

  “Why the long face sunshine?”

  “Don’t mock me,” I spat back, “I don’t have to put up with your bullshit.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  “Ready to go you bastard?” Rhys approached and smacked Heath on the back, causing the two of them to erupt in guffaws. Heath’s laugh was a low chuckle while Rhys’ pierced the air with the same pitch as his Southern accent. Rhys ran his hands through his blond hair and stuck it in a loose ponytail.

  “Damn straight,” Heath said, “Where’s Jacob and his girl?”

  Don approached then zipping up his leather jacket and twirling his helmet in his hands.

  “Those two love birds snuck off for a bit of nookie in the woods.”

  Heath chuckled, “Joining ‘em this time?”

  Rhys snorted, “That slut? No thanks. She’s been passed around by every guy with a bike on the Eastern seaboard.”

  Don chuckled and retorted, “Yeah right, you’re just pissed off she chose Jacob instead of you.”

  “Fuck off,” Rhys snorted, putting his helmet on.

  “Reckon I should go scare him out?” He touched the gun on his holster.

  Heath shook his head, “Nah. They’ll be here soon.”

  Don smirked, “Knowing Jacob, it should be about… 90 seconds.”

  The men erupted into laughter again and I just stood there, glaring with my arms folded. I’d tried to go unnoticed but Rhys noticed my scowl and approached me pressing his fingers to my lips and flicking them.

  “Why the long face? You ain’t find us funny?”

  “No,” I spat back.

  “Hey watch your mouth,” Rhys spat, “You’re nothing but a piece of meat and if you catch an attitude I’ve got no problem ditching your sorry ass on the side of the road.”

  “Hey!” Heath interrupted, “Leave her alone.”

  Rhys snickered.

  “Whatever man, don’t defend her.”

  Don grunted, “Don’t be a pussy Heath, he’s only joking. No one’s going to harm princess over here.”

  The men laughed again, like I was some big joke. I kept my gaze steady, trying not to care. I wouldn’t be stuck with them much longer. Five minutes later, Angie and Jacob emerged from the woods holding hands and laughing.

  “Not much stamina, Jacob?”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Angie spat, “Watch your mouth Don or I’ll cut your tongue out?”

  “Why so you can shove it up you —”

  “Watch the way you talk to my lady buddy,” Jacob interrupted, stepping in front Angie.

  “Geez, it’s just a joke.”

  “Yeah well fuck off leprechaun.”

  “Me ma’s Irish, that’s why I’ve got this red hair,” Don replied, doing his best imitation of an Irish accent and breaking the groups tension, sending everyone into fits of laughter.