“Well, as long as those idiotas didn’t get caught, and have you take any blowback.”
He nodded at her words, sucking on her bottom lip; tugging and pulling.
“You are family, and La familia over everything.”
“First familia? That has to be tough, but as for your ex marido. . I would’ve killed him, too.”
He would cradle her in his beefy arms, and would kiss up and down her body.
"They were my first family. Gemma helped kill my ex-husband....which was fun...We both got injured that day but drunk afterwards."
She chuckled softly.
“Oh, you do?”
He nested her, and would stroke her cheek with his thumb; looking into her eyes, giving her a little smile.
“Never knew them, they’re good people, huh? I’m sorry for your loss, mami.”
“Wow, that’s intense.”
Gilly winced, understanding the gravity of the topic; while rubbing her sides up and down, squeezing her ass.
“You haven’t? It’s on the border of Santo Padre.”
"Me and Gemma? Christ, almost....Well, I was about twenty when I knew her. Did her a few favours...so about twelve years. When things with my heart were bad, Gemma nursed me basically...."
She nodded.
"I haven't been to his grave....I..."
“I know, it’s none of my business. . But, how far do you and señora go back?”
He would ask curiously, while holding her in his grasp.
“That’s good, El Padrino told us about him; and we drove by his grave. Paid our respects to the presidente.”
"Gemma....Gemma and I go way back."
She smiled softly and nodded.
"Jax, he's saved me a few times. Killed a couple fellas that gave me hassle. Pretty sweet family."
“Is that-. . Gemma? As in, Gemma Teller? I’ve heard about her and her niño, Jax Teller, right?”
He would look at the picture, and would see her and her kid and Gemma, with a smile embarked on his rough features.
“I’m sorry, bébe. I’m trying to keep us afloat, and shit. .”
She nodded slowly and pulled out her phone, showing him a photo of her, her son and Gemma.
"He is at school today and with Gemma while I'm working. Other times, I...stay at my apartment...you're usually too busy so..."
“Signore, aiutami! — Don’t worry, I’m kidding. I’m kidding.
If I did get you knocked up, I would definitely be there for our niño or niños. . But, wait—!
You have a son?!”
"Baby, if I'm pregnant, you'd be paying heftily. I love my son but being pregnant is a nightmare. I'm just glad you didn't see me at that time."
She laughed softly and allowed herself to be pulled around.
“Oh, I will. . Mami, unless you’re provoking me to get you pregnant with my niños?”
He chuckled, and pulled her to him aggressively and sexually.
“Oh, yeah!”