Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 651 -

*Caterina*

Antonio Junior-even the name left a bad taste in my mouth, like swallowing gasoline and just like lighting a match right after, my anger exploded inside of my chest, an uncontrollable fire that burned with injustice and hatred. I stared blankly at the counter of the kitchen as the white milk splashed around into the glass cup before me. It was only filled halfway before the carton was empty, and I made a mental note to pick some up tomorrow. Mom liked to drink milk. It was a habit she told me she formed when I was a kid. The only way to get me to drink milk was to have a glass herself. Once I saw her drink it, I would as well.

"Cat, we need to talk," Elio reminded me, his whole presence behind me like a heater.

I was acutely aware of every movement of his, every shift of his body, even the way his hand naturally gravitated to hover above my waist, too hesitant to touch but a reminder that he was right there.

I nodded solemnly, glancing over at Mom, who was still enjoying her piece of cake as the TV played her favorite movie on the screen. I pivoted on my heel, facing Elio with a determined look.

"After Mom goes to bed-I don't want her to worry about it," I told him firmly with no negotiation in my voice.

She'd been through enough. I wasn't going to get her involved anymore.

Elio stared at me for a moment, as if trying to see through my brain and read my thoughts, but eventually he sighed, nodding in agreement.

I took his hand in mine, giving him a small smile as thanks and then heading into the living room with a grin plastered on my face. I stayed up with Mom, watching the movie she'd picked that I barely understood.

Elio took my side by the couch, quiet all night until Mom grew too tired to keep her eyes open. I helped her get ready for bed and then stayed by her side until she fell asleep. It wasn't long until I quietly snuck out of her room, and then I glanced at Elio, who had been patiently waiting all that time.

"Thank you," I whispered quietly, "for waiting."

"She alright?" he asked instead.

I nodded. "She's doing much better. She was complaining a bit about sleeping here instead of the house but... I'd rather not take any chances, not again," I wrapped my arms around my middle, suddenly feeling colder than normal as I remembered how helpless I'd felt in the waiting room, not knowing if my mom was dead or alive.

All I could do was sit there, covered in blood that wasn't mine and praying to anyone who was listening that they didn't take the only parent I had left.

Never again I never wanted to feel like that again. Even with Elio by my side, it felt like torture, almost indescribable in the amount of pain I was feeling, and if Mom hadn't been so lucky if the bullet had been an inch closer....

I shivered, biting my bottom lip, and Elio opened his arms, stepping forward to help me out of pure instinct. But I shook my head, steeling myself as I gestured for him to follow me. I headed to our bedroom, sending one last glance to my mom's door before I took a deep breath and headed inside.

Elio followed silently, and the moment that our bedroom door shut behind us, I whirled on Elio, urgent and tense as the thought of that psychopath came back to haunt me.

"Did you replace him?" I demanded.

Elio shook his head, and my heart dropped to my feet.

I had expected disappointment, but there was also a little bit of relief. Some part of me kept thinking that the longer he stayed gone, maybe it would keep being that way. Maybe he would just disappear out of my life for good this time. Even as childish as it sounded, I didn't want the conflict that came with Paul or Antonio Junior or whatever the fuck his name was. He'd taken too much of me my life, my time, my safety. I didn't want him to have a second more. "We didn't replace him," Elio added. "But we do have a lead on a guy in his crew."

"His crew?"

"Followers-he's got a whole group of people who think the sun shines out of his ass," he explained. "They're mostly kids picked off the streets, or kids of criminals. Sometimes it just runs in the veins. Underage teens are the best as they're not as traceable and easy to mold, especially foster kids or runaways."

He looked nonchalant as if this wasn't the most horrifying thing I had ever heard.

I sneered, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought. I knew Junior had always been one of those people who drew crowds to him, despite how disgusting he was inside. I had to admit that he could be charismatic when he tried. But to think he had used that to take advantage of teenagers, kids who had nowhere else to go just for his own purposes-that was sickening.

Elio watched me carefully from the corner of his eye. "Don't think too much into it, Cat. This isn't just something he and his father have done. Mafias, crime rings-they all use the same tactic to recruit. It's the easiest way to get cheap and quick hires. Nobody misses them when something goes wrong. They just get replaced."

I clenched my fists at my sides, hating the words he was saying despite knowing how true they were. I was thankful I had my mom, that she had kept her sanity after my dad's death, and I was even thankful to my dad.

The more I learned about the life he came from, the more I could understand and appreciate just why he kept us in the dark about it. It was a cruel and heartless world, one that never abided by the laws the rest of us did. But in the end, if you play with fire and get burned, you don't have anyone to blame but yourself.

I sighed, combing a hand through my hair and pushing it behind my shoulders. It had been five months since my mother had been shot, and the anger had only grown day by day, that burning need to return the pain both of us had received.

But all I could do was rely on Elio and wait helplessly, just like when Mom was dying and I couldn't do a damn thing.

Despite my best efforts, hot tears poured down my face, my emotions overflowing like water in a cup.

"We'll get him, Cat. I promise," Elio said softly, as he stepped forward, embracing me into his warm arms.

I stood there limply for a minute, just struggling not to burst into full-on sobs before I slowly leaned into his embrace, clutching my hands around his shirt.

I buried my face into his clothes, feeling a bit bad for leaving tears all over them.

"He won't get away with this," Elio vowed, the anger in his voice matching mine like a fingerprint. I sniffed, my tears drying up as I held onto his promise, tucking it away into my heart. I felt his movements as his large hands cupped each of my cheeks, bringing my gaze to meet his.

He leaned forward and my breath hitched as he laid a gentle kiss to my forehead, a soft moment within all of the chaos that surrounded us. In that single gesture, my mind went silent. All my anxieties and worries, my anger and fears, vanished like they had never been there to begin with.

All that mattered was the two of us, the reflection of each other in our eyes, and without even thinking, just chasing after a simple impulse, I breathed out and lifted myself onto my toes, our lips connecting softly.

It was all so natural that we lost ourselves to the heat of the kiss. His lips were warm, and he sweetly nibbled on my bottom lip, his hands tangling themselves into my hair as he brought my head up, deepening our kiss.

I let him take control, simply floating in the moment like one would on a lake, letting it carry me away like the morning tide. His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing me out to play lazily and I clutched his collar as I fully leaned on him. He broke apart for only a second, a soft chuckle rumbling in his throat as his hands grabbed my ass, lifting me easily and I jumped up, folding my legs around his waist. Our mouths connected deeply to one another. I barely paid attention as Elio headed from the doorway to the bed, carrying me with every step.

I laughed as he full-on dropped me onto the bed, following me soon after as he pinned into the sheets. I kissed him through my smile, and his hands wandered from my waist to my shirt. It only took a few minutes before it was off and on the floor, my jeans following soon after and leaving me only in my underwear.

I moaned as his fingers found my lower half, dipping into my wet hole and he grinned above me as I chased after his touch. His lips found my breast, pulling my bra down and latching onto my red bud.

I buried my hands into his hair, as he teased me open slowly and surely. One finger turned to two and I swallowed my moans as he returned to my mouth, his tongue still tasting like the salt of my skin.

And right as he hit the deep spot inside of me, he grinned as my back arched and he thrust three fingers into me, hitting that spot over and over until I couldn't contain myself anymore. I came, falling into bliss as Elio pulled out of me, on his knees as he watched me like a lion would a gazelle.

I panted, barely recovering, still overstimulated as I saw him lick his fingers clean, savoring every taste. He barely gave me a minute before he threw off his clothes, bare before me as he pumped his cock a few times.

My arms trembled as I crawled forward, his dark eyes watching my every move as I met his eyes with my own heated gaze, licking my lips as I pulled myself right up to his cock. The smell was heavy and dark, but I didn't give a fuck. My eyes were on the prize in front of me.

I teasingly slid my fingers under him, pushing away his own hand as I took his place, pumping my hand a few times in the same rhythm. He groaned in response and I licked the tip, tasting the salt of his precum.

My impatience took over and I swallowed his cock into my lips, only an inch or two at first. His breath caught as I gained speed, opening up my mouth as his length slid further and further until the base hit the back of my throat and all of him was swallowed up by me.

I breathed out through my nose, my eyes shut tightly. I felt so full, like I was choking on him, but I kept calm, pulling away and plunging back down.

"Fuck!" he cursed, losing his patience at last. He curled his hands around the back of my head, thrusting into my throat much harsher than I had. It was almost too much, and I could feel myself dripping onto the sheets, my thighs rubbing together as I let him use me to his heart's content.

He pulled out, and then slammed back in, not missing a single beat and I happily took every inch of him again and again until he pulled back, staring at me in sheer lust as his member shot out hot white cum all over my face and chest. I panted, swallowing whatever had landed on my tongue. It was bitter and salty, not very pleasant at all, but I was too lost to care. I didn't pay much attention as Elio slid on a condom and then gently pushed me down onto the bed, hovering over me as he gripped his member tightly in one hand.

He pinned me down, breathing just as hard as I was as his hot inflated cock slid effortlessly into me. I moaned, folding my legs onto his waist and getting a better angle as he thrust into me.

He was sharp and fast, hitting just where I needed him to and I whined and moaned underneath him, unable to even think of anything but his name and his cock as he fucked me hard enough to bruise.

"Cat, baby, I'm-"

He panted and I just nodded, leaning up to swallow his words with my tongue, shutting my eyes tightly as we both groaned, coming at the same time. We breathed heavily together, savoring the moment as we clutched one another tightly. "You know," Elio said after we caught our breath, staring down at me with mischievous eyes, "I was thinking tomorrow we could go out for a special dinner."

I laughed, still in that blissful aftermath. "Sure. Where to?"

"We'll worry about that later." He shrugged, his eyes focusing on my chest. "But I'm not quite done enjoying our night yet."

I smirked, using my hips to flip us over so I was on top of him, still attached to his cock inside of me. I squeezed down and he cursed, giving me wide but lustful eyes. "Me neither."