Indebted to the Mafia King
Overdue Confirmation

Chloe

"I can't do this. This is fucking insane," Tony says to me, turning and walking away from me.

I grab him by the wrist before he has the chance to disappear from my sight. I've been waiting for him to return home for hours. After he left, so angry at me, I put Ellie to bed and took a shower, taking the time I needed to get my mind into the right place.

Tony was never supposed to find out about Ellie this way. I did plan to tell him eventually, but with everything that happened in my life recently, I couldn't drop another bomb on him like that. I've imagined how it would be to tell Tony about it so many times during the past two years, but I didn't picture any of them being like this.

Sure, I imagined he would be mad at me, but the look in his eyes when I didn't answer him earlier, and the way he seems disgusted by me right now is more than I can handle.

"Wait. Please, Tony. Just let me explain," I beg.

I'm struggling to fight back the tears that are desperate to fall. I thought I had cried enough in the shower, but I was clearly wrong.

"What else is there for you to explain, Chloe?" Tony retorts, turning to look at me. If his eyes could fire bullets, I'm sure I'd be dead by now. "You know, I tried to think of several reasons for why you'd keep this from me, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing made sense. I never thought you'd be capable of something like this."

He sounds so hurt and disappointed at me that I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest. And no matter how much I hate it, I have to agree with him. It'd never be something that I'd willingly do. If my life was different, if I didn't have to protect my family, if things were easier...

But that's not the case. My life might have been comfortable, but it was never easy.

"That time I came to New York and we...slept together," I begin, hesitating a little. I guess that's the moment I've been avoiding for so long. There is no more escape now. I have to get this done and over with. Even if it means Tony will hate me forever after that.

He probably already does anyway.

"Well, I had been broken up with Mateo for a few weeks by then," I carry on, lowering my gaze so I don't stammer under the intensity of his stare. "After I returned to Miami, I found out I was pregnant. I knew there was no way it could be anyone else's but yours."

I feel Tony stiffen in front of me, but I don't dare look at him.

"By then, Mateo was bullying his way back into my life, threatening me and my family. If he found out I was pregnant, from another man nonetheless..." I swallow hard, remembering the darkest days of my life. "I couldn't escape from him either, so I had to make sure my family would be safe. I didn't know how to get away from him, I didn't know how to escape," I admit.

"Why didn't you come back to New York and ask for my help?" Tony asks bluntly. "Like you did now. I would have protected you. All of you."

I sneer, shaking my head. "You're the boss of the Saints. One of the most desirable men in the country. You would never have believed me. I grew up in this life, I know what it's like. I can only imagine how many women pound on your door, saying they are pregnant and demanding you take responsibility," I explain my point of view. "I was just another one-night-stand to you, why should I assume you'd be "

"That's not true," he cuts me off, his voice firm and serious. "You know damn well that's not how I see you."

"Come on, Tony." I roll my eyes at him. "We're both grown ups. I never expected anything from you, and I say this with all respect. I knew that night had been a mistake, an outcome of a bad moment for both of us. We met each other after a while and, well, I guess we just let things flow. It's a human thing, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. But it's not what happened between us," he argues, his brows creased as he stares at me. "Sure it was."

It wasn't. At least not to me. I always had a huge crush on him, but for multiple reasons I never thought I had a chance. When we finally slept together, I assumed I was just another woman in his bed. But from the way he is speaking to me right now, the way he is looking at me, the way he's so adamant about wanting to be my savior and a part of my life, it makes me wonder if everything I have always assumed is correct. Why does he have to make me so confused?

Tony takes a step forward, his body stopping just inches away from mine. His cologne hits me, inebriating my senses and making me slightly dizzy. He is towering over me, and I can't bring myself to look up. If I do, I'm sure I'll regret it. He is so close right now, I'm afraid to look him in the eyes and lose my bearings.

"You could never be considered a mistake, Chloe," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. My legs turn into jelly and I bite my lower lip so as not to say anything. I don't trust my own voice at this moment. "You sure as hell weren't one to me."

I snap my head up to face him, and before I know it, his lips are on mine, devouring me with desperation and passion. I moan involuntarily when he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me flushed against him, and the other reaches the back of my thigh, hoisting me up from the floor. His warm hand touching the sensitive skin close to my butt is enough to set me into flames.

I can't think about what we're doing, and to be honest, I don't want to. I miss him so much that I can't find a single reason in me as to why this is so wrong right now.

Tony walks us blindly backward to the couch, and I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. My legs are locked behind his back, making sure I am secured in his arms, even though I know there is no way he is letting me fall. My core is on fire, and I hope he doesn't stop what he is doing. His tongue is exploring every inch of my mouth, and I can't find it in me to feel embarrassed about the moans escaping my throat. They seem to be working Tony up though, so I assume it's not as bad as I seem to think it is.

Both his hands are on my ass now, squeezing my flesh and enticing me even more. His legs suddenly bump into the couch and I fall on my back, his body hovering over me. But he doesn't stop kissing me. In fact, Tony starts lowering his kiss, from my jaw, to under my ear, and down to my neck.

I arch my back slightly, searching for some friction, anything that will help me satiate my desires. At this rate, Tony will undo me before even taking my clothes off.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he whispers against my skin, his mouth dangerously close to my cleavage. I am thrilled I chose this dress after the shower. It is loose, the fabric soft and thin enough for it to feel like he is touching my skin directly. That's how I feel when Tony's hand reaches for my breast, cupping it and massaging it from over the dress.

"Good Lord," I hiss, arching my back again, granting him more space to touch me.

Tony chuckles while his mouth is still on my neck, and as if my cursing is the encouragement he needs, he lowers the kiss even more, kissing my nipples from over the fabric.

My fingers find his curly hair, and I tug at it, trying to convey how much I love what he is doing. I'd love even more if he could just get rid of this dress completely. I'm glad he can't hear my thoughts because I don't sound like myself. I was never a prude before, but I was never this needy either.

"Tony, please." I don't know exactly what I'm begging for-or maybe I do-but Tony will probably be able to interpret my few words. But when he pulls away from me, his eyes darkened with lust and need, I wonder what he is about to do. I hope giving up is not an option.

"What are you doing?" I whine, my voice weak and barely audible.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks with uncertainty in his tone.

I widen my eyes at him. "Is that even a real question?"

Tony chuckles darkly, his eyes lowering to my almost exposed breasts. My nipples are hard and visible under my dress, and I see the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he takes them in.

"If that isn't confirmation enough for you... " I say, boldly grabbing his hand and guiding it to between my thighs, his fingertips edging my already soaked panties. My entire skin is tickling and burning as I pull my underwear to the side with his finger, and I brace myself for what I'm sure is to come. "Maybe this will be."