Doormat By Sam Crescent NovelM80021 Doormat (Chapter 05)

They went from the casino to a warehouse, and finally, they arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned trailer home. There was a single trailer with a lot of land around it. The trailer was also well lit.

Diego didn’t say a word as he put the car in “park.” They were not even close to the trailer and Liana looked toward Diego’s face and saw there was no humor there at all. This was serious and deadly. Liana sat back and just waited.

“Wear this,” Diego said, pulling out a tie.

“What?”

“I want you to cover your eyes.”

This made her frown. “Diego, come on, you’re not serious.”

“It’s past nine at night, Liana. The money leads to here and I promise you right now, this is not going to end well. As your husband, I am asking you to trust me and put the damn tie on. Also, I want you to cover your ears.”

She checked to see if he was joking.

“And when I leave this car, I want you to sing.”

“To sing?” she asked.

“Yeah, I want you to keep your eyes closed, sing, and cover your ears. Under no circumstances are you to leave this car, is that understood?”

She was tempted to argue with him, but it had been a long day, and with every second that passed, Diego had gotten grimmer. Liana wanted a divorce, but she also knew there were unset limits of just how far she could test him. Today was not one of those days.

“Okay,” she said.

She turned a little in her seat and allowed him to put the tie across her eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders, gripping them just lightly.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Before he left, he brushed his lips against hers.

Liana couldn’t see around the tie or through it, but at his request, she also squeezed her eyes closed, and when she heard the door close, she put her hands against her ears. There was no song that came to her mind, so she just started to sing a bunch of words that all married together, from some Christmas carol to a birthday tune, to humming, and then she just went into a melody that made no sense. She was not much for listening to music, but she kept singing, feeling like the minutes were going by so slowly.

The time kept ticking by, with no right or wrong reason. She knew, somewhere close, Diego was killing a man or a woman, or both. She didn’t know the details, but she knew they had stolen a lot of money from the mafia.

When she heard the door open, she stopped singing, but she didn’t remove the tie. She wondered if Diego would smell differently, but there was no sign of a change. The tie was removed from her face, but she kept her eyes closed, as it suddenly occurred to her that this might not even be Diego. Then she opened her eyes, and of course her husband was staring right back at her. Neither of them spoke.

He cupped her face and used his thumbs to gently stroke her cheeks. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“No.”

“Well, I’m an asshole because I think you are beautiful.”

“Beauty fades.”

“I don’t care.”

She was about to ask him for a divorce, but then Diego kissed her, and all sense seemed to lose her. What was it about his kisses that seemed to warm her? She wanted to hate him. After all, she was boring to him—a doormat—but in that moment as he kissed her, she lost all sense of reason. Her stomach chose that moment to start growling.

He let out a chuckle. “I think it is time I fed you.”

He pulled away and turned the ignition over, putting the car in “reverse” and pulling out. Liana felt her lips still tingling, and she had been so distracted by her husband, she had not even seen the trailer go up in smoke. She looked at the trailer and wondered just for a second what had gone on inside there.

One glance at Diego, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he hated his job. Did he like to kill people? It didn’t seem right to ask him, so she looked out the window.

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“Ask me,” he said.

“What?”

“Whatever you want to ask me, just do it,” he said. “You never know, I might just answer.”

Liana glanced out the window and wondered if she should do exactly that, but then she thought better of it. Then, seeing no point in avoiding the truth, she turned toward him, giving her full attention.

“Do you like killing people?”

She expected him to answer right away, only Diego didn’t. She had to wonder if that question was off limits.

“Do I like to remove people that pose a threat to my life and that of the Colombo Mafia with which I serve? Yes. Do I like to kill people that don’t deserve it? No, I don’t. I don’t believe in killing people who do not need to be killed,” he said.

This surprised her.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. My father always said that killing came easy to a man, but empathy seemed to be a challenge to most. He was proud of the reputation I built, but he always advised that I don’t lose who I am as a man.”

She had never gotten to meet Diego’s father. He had passed long before they were married.

“Do you miss him?”

“Sometimes.”

She was shocked that he was being this honest with her.

“We’re here. Questions are over,” he said.

Liana looked up to see they were at one of his favorite restaurants.

“You know, I can cook,” she said.

“You’re hungry now. This way, you will get food quicker.”

He pulled up outside of the restaurant and handed the keys to the man waiting at the desk. He would not allow him to open her door.

This was a fancy restaurant, and Liana hadn’t changed out of her jeans. “Don’t you think I’m a little underdressed for this place?” she asked.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

There was no point in arguing with him. Diego was a man who got what he wanted.

They walked in and the maître d’ did not even blink an eye at the way she was dressed. The man smiled and looked directly at Diego, welcomed him back, and asked him to follow him.

Liana couldn’t help but look at how beautiful all the other women were dressed. What little makeup she had worn was wiped off at this point. She had gotten up at seven and had her makeup done within ten minutes. She didn’t wear a lot, but she liked applying it and getting ready to face the day.

Each woman seemed to be in a beautiful evening gown, hair stunningly styled. She had pulled her hair into a small clip so that some was off her face, and the other fell around her. Liana didn’t waste a lot of time on hairstyling. She always had long hair, as her mother had loved to brush it. They would spend so much time together at night, her mother talking to her, brushing her hair, or in the morning. This is why she only ever got the ends trimmed.

Taking a seat opposite Diego, she felt like such a slob in her jeans and shirt, which was also creased. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but there was not a lot she could do about it either.

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“We could have gone to a drive-thru,” she said.

“I want a good meal, Liana, and stop worrying about what other people think. I don’t give a flying fuck, and neither should you.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him he looked good, but she kept that opinion to herself. He did not need to hear what she thought of him—that Diego always looked so damn good in the suits he wore.

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Later that night, Diego couldn’t sleep, so he poured himself a whiskey and made his way toward the piano. Many years ago, he used to play, but he hadn’t sat in front of the keys and just enjoyed the flow of music in such a long time.

Liana was fast asleep, and he didn’t want to wake her. Taking a sip of his drink, he felt the burn as it slid down his throat.

He killed two men today. There had been two men in the trailer, both of them high on drugs. The money they had stolen was thrown in a duffel bag, and he’d seen the product spread out across the table. They truly had thought they would get away with it.

After going to his casino and then to the warehouse, he saw where the money had gone missing—the driver. All it had taken was a few calls to find out the driver was an ex-addict, and before he had even gotten to the trailer, he had put two-and-two together and came up with four.

Once inside the trailer, he saw the two men did have a plan, and it had been their intention to take from every money shipment. He didn’t know how they had found out they were shipping money, either way, their van had been altered, so one of the men could climb into the back, take the money, and get back into the front seat long before they arrived at the warehouse. They hadn’t counted on them checking each delivery. They must have assumed they were sloppy.

Diego had put an end to that, and they had already spent a thousand dollars of the money they had stolen on drugs.

“You’re awake,” Liana said, drawing his attention.

She wore a negligee and was in the process of wrapping a robe around her waist. Her hair was a mess from sleeping, and she looked so young, yet sexy as well. This was his young wife.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

“No. I wanted a drink.”

He held up his glass of whiskey. She pursed her lips and then came toward him and sat down on the stool in front of the piano. She took the glass from him, and he watched as she took a tentative sip.

Her eyes watered and she coughed, opening her mouth. “Wow.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I should warn you that whiskey is not for the faint of heart.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. I don’t really drink.”

Diego had noticed that. She never drank wine and tended to go for water.

“Do you want to tell me why?”

“I don’t know. Mom always said a lady should always be in control of her person, and I guess, alcohol when you drink too much of it, kind of lowers those standards, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it does.” He finished off the whiskey. “Do you play?”

“Nah. My mom used to play the piano. Badly, but she did play. My brother is better.” She spread her fingers out, placed them down onto the keys, and the noise sounded horrible.

Diego laughed.

“Do you play?”

“A little.” Putting his fingers on the keys for the first time in what felt like a millennium, he started to play and just let the music wash over him.

Liana sat with him, watching as he moved up and down the keyboard, coming to a soft close.

“That was beautiful,” she said.

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to tell me why you’re awake?” she asked.

“Because I couldn’t sleep.”

She let out a little chuckle. “That I figured. Is there any other reason?”

“No.”

Liana turned to look at him and he stared at her. Her eyes were so blue, and now he could see they were sharp. She didn’t miss anything.

“Are you awake because it bothers you, or doesn’t?”

He could play dumb, but he didn’t see the point.

“Both.”

Liana nodded. “I think I killed someone once,” she said.

This surprised him.

“I don’t know if you noticed the beeping noise that happens in some of the rooms at my dad’s house. He installed it because a few years ago, there were a couple of people who managed to break in. They killed a couple of guards, and I was at the pool at the time. I sunk beneath the water and it was dark, so they didn’t see me. When they left, I got out of the pool and followed them. Dad has guns everywhere around the house. Locked up, but they’re there. I also know how to shoot, in case you’re wondering. It was something my mom insisted on me knowing.”

“That is good to know,” he said. He had no idea she could shoot. “Are you any good?”

“I don’t know. I … shot my gun, and Enzo Jr. shot his gun. He claims he made two hits and that I was in shock about what happened, but I don’t know. I don’t know if I did kill a guy or not.” She frowned. “I don’t know if it bothered me or not. I mean, they had come to kill my dad and I’m assuming my brother and me. They were not good men, but either way, I killed them and knowing that was hard.”

Diego reached out and cupped her cheek. “You did the right thing.”

“Did I? I still killed someone.”

He didn’t have the answer to that, and then he kissed her. Diego knew there was a risk of her pushing him away and telling him no, but he kissed her. She put her hands on his chest, and if she told him to stop, he would do so. Only, she ran her hands up his chest, then wrapped them around his neck.

He stood up and Liana followed him. Running his hands down to her ass, he couldn’t resist lifting her up in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him. He had a horrible feeling she was going to regret this in the morning, but right now, he didn’t give a fuck.

Walking all the way back to their bedroom, where the bed was a mess, he pushed the sheets out of the way and laid her down. He took care of the robe, and Liana didn’t fight him as he pulled her negligee up, over her head, and tossed it to the floor.

Taking possession of her lips, he continued to kiss her as he cupped her side, running his hand up to cup her full tit. Stroking his thumb across the mounded peak, he then glided his hand down, going between her thighs to see just how wet she was for him. She let out a moan, and he couldn’t help but growl as she was soaking wet.

He pushed off his sweatpants, and he was already hard as rock, as he moved between her spread thighs. Lining the tip of his cock up to her entrance, he began to sink inside her, going inch by inch, filling her up to the hilt. She was so wet and tight, and her pussy belonged to him.

Diego wanted to fuck her hard and fast, to fill her cunt full of his cum. Instead, he took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and then he took his sweet time. Filling her pussy, drawing out of her until only the tip remained, and then plundering inside. He thrust deep and hard, and watched as she moaned.

He was close to coming apart, but he wanted Liana to join him, and he changed positions so that he was behind her, still deep inside her pussy, banding an arm around her waist, and with the other, he delved between her thighs to stroke her clit. At the same time, he continued to rock inside her, kissing her neck, biting down on that pulse, knowing it drove her crazy whenever he did this.

She moaned his name. Whimpered for more. And he gave it to her, thrusting hard and fast as he continued to stroke her clit, and he felt the moment she was near her release.

His name spilled from her lips, echoing around the room, and it was the sweetest kind of music to his ears. She sounded so fucking beautiful as she came apart in his arms, and he held himself perfectly still within her as her pussy pulsed around his dick.

He was so close, and he waited until the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, and then he started to rock inside her, filling her pussy. Her cunt continued to flutter around his dick, and he didn’t stop, knowing he was close to his peak, and as he did so, he thrust in balls-deep and spilled every droplet of cum inside her. He didn’t stop.

Wondering if this would be the time she finally fell pregnant, and any hope of her demanding a divorce would be well and truly gone. He had no intention of divorcing Liana. She belonged to him, and that was exactly how it was going to stay.