《Conquered by the Mafia Boss》 #1 Chapter 1 TONY Cmoooooon, Tony. Blondie sighs into my ear, her vermouth and gin breath gusting over my nose as she tries to shimmy over my legs, a feat that sends a lot of raised eyebrows my way. I thought for a second that I had a good chance of running into yesterdays one-night stand, I wouldve nevere to this bar. Of course she does. She grips my waist with surprising strength andnds a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I sweep a hand over her bare shoulders and a row of goose bumps sprouts over her skin. Sweetheart, listen to me. I smile, painfully. No. She pouts her small lips for a moment and then erupts into giggles. No? What the fuck do you mean, no? I dont wanna listen. We had funst night, but its over. I dont go out with girls more than once. Youre the best I ever had, baby. Youre not the best I ever had. Still, she was a good, hot fuck and she came real nice for me. Sometimes theye in the bar looking for me because they know who Im connected with, and they think that if they sh their ti*ts at me Ill loan them money or beat the shit out of their boyfriends-no. Other times theyre danger whores looking for a hot piece of action. They know Im a bad boy. We slide off the stool. The guys in the bar wheel their heads around like sharks smelling blood, but shes my meal for tonight. Actually, only a snack, really. I drag her behind the bar, looking for Tommy before I open the door to his storeroom. Its a small, dusty room with boxes of liquor. Theres nothing really important, but hed bust a nut if he knew I was fucking in here. Tony. I turn around after closing the door, and the crazy bitch stands thereProperty ? of N?velDrama.Org. Blondie smiles coyly as she approaches me, her small feet curling against the cold floor #1 Chapter 2 I duck into the bathroom to wash the juice from my hands and face,ughing as I catch a glimpse of my disheveled appearance in the mirror. It is still half-hard, but I decide to leave it alone. I walk out, passing the storeroom as I reenter the bar and take my seat. My nights are pretty much the same. It starts with a look. Right away I can tell that this girl is not used to being ignored. She keeps trying to catch my gaze, but she wont budge. Fuck, shes one of those girls. Im tempted to wait her out, to let here to me, but I cant risk some other asshole hitting on her. Draining my ss, I set it down and slide off the stool, making a beeline for her. She pretends not to notice as I slide in right next to her. A pleasant citrus smell wafts from her neck and I bathe in it for a moment. Hows it going, hon? Her delicate face turns toward me and my heart flips inside my chest. Wow, shes gorgeous. She doesnt wear too much makeup. Great skin. Shes average height, with long, thick, dark-brown hair, a few curls teased around her face. Nice pouty lips and big eyes. Theyre animated-full of emotion. Large golden hoops for earrings. Beautiful face and body. She looks like a hyper-sexualized version of the Italian girls I grew up with. I can almost see her nip*ples through the fabric, and a vision of me bending her over the bar table consumes my mind.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Not that well, actually. A loud New York ent shakes from her mouth. She ys with the almost empty drink in her hand and gives me a fleeting look. Then she does a double take, a slow blush spreading over her cheeks as she checks me out. Take a good look, hon. Can I get you a drink? My lips pull into a grin as her blush deepens. She wraps her fingers around her drink and gives a little shake of her head. She worries her lip and catches me staring. I am not hot and bothered. A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. Sure you arent, sweetheart. She parts her lips and gives me a long look, a strand of hair hiding her face. Im tempted to reach out and brush it behind her ear, just for an excuse to glide my fingers over her perfect skin. Her eyes are slightly zed over as her gaze meets mine. You dont know me. I dont need to know you to buy you a drink. I g down the bartender, ordering us a couple drinks. Then I turn back to this smoking-hot broad, wondering whats the best angle I should use to take her home with me. Though, it doesnt look like Ill have to try very hard. Desire rolls off her shoulder in waves, like a heatmp. The way her eyes cant seem to stop ncing at me. Whats your name, beautiful? She narrows her eyes. Elena. Im Tony. Elena epts her drink from the bartender and takes a long sip. Listen, Im not in the mood. Yeah, right. Thats the most feeble brush-off Ive ever heard. I raise my eyebrow, toying with her. In the mood for what? Long, brown hair swings as she leans toward me with a half-drunken smile. For you to list reasons why I should go home with you. Theres only one reason, actually. Yeah? My voice lowers to a slow growl. I think that youve had a very long day. You want a reason? Ill give you one #1 Chapter 3 She coughs into her drink, her cheeks zing like a fire engine. Wow. Does that line ever work for you? It clearly did. Despite her unimpressed tone, she keeps her face buried in her drink. I can see the way she presses her thighs together, and the color of her cheeks says it all, really. Sometimes. So far, I think its working pretty well on you. She snorts into her drink and shifts in her seat, her leg bumping into mine. Well, you got my attention. Hm-thats not very enticing.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Why, because Ive fucked around? Disappointment seethes my insides. I cant stand prudes, but she doesnt seem like one. A small smile lingers on her lips. Teasing. Shes teasing me. Her face heats up like amp and she hurriedly swallows the rest of her ss, sputtering slightly. A dropnds on her face, and Im tempted to lean over and li*ck it right off. What makes you think you can talk to me like that? Im sorry, hon. You told me you werent in the mood so I thought Id get right to it. Ill make you forget every asshole who didnt treat you like the goddess you are. Is that what you want to hear? You should have started out with that one. Her eyelids flutter as I reach out and touch her shoulder. That thin little strap just begs to be ripped off. Elena looks at my hand and her lips part slightly. Fuck, its hot. I like to cut to the chase. Lifes too short to spend it talking about bullshit. Me too. And the answer is no. Im pretty sure youreing home with me tonight. She cocks her head and crosses her legs. Im not interested. Your body tells me something different. Then she raises a middle finger with a shadow of a grin ghosting her face. How about now? What is my body telling you right now? My chest shakes withughter at this little spitfire. It tells me that you like the chase. Uh-huh. She rolls her eyes again at me, brushing an errant strand from her head, and I catch her wrist in mine. Elena sucks in her breath slightly and blood rushes to my chest when I feel her heartbeat through her skin. You like the filthy shit I keep whispering in your ear. Admit it. Maybe I do, but Im still not interested. She says one thing, but doesnt make a move to pull from my grasp. Like a flower starved of sunlight, she opens up to me. Wants more. Theres a vein jumping in her neck: I. Want. Him. A sh of irritation sears my chest. You have a boyfriend, right? Elena sips her drink quietly. Fuck him. Come home with me instead. Hes more like an asshole ex. Her eyes darken at the mention of him. Ah, even better. Didnt I tell you? Ill make you forget about him. Her eyes shine like dark gems as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling as if she dares to believe. Fuck, I want to get closer to this girl, but I want her without all the guys gawking at her, so I stand up. Take your drink. Cmon. Where are we-? I take her hand and pull her from the bar stools, bringing her to the back rooms with VIP booths. The noise drops away slightly as we enter the mostly deserted VIP room. I sit down, still holding her hand. She looks hesitant, but my smile wins her over. It always wins them over. She slides over the booth, and I dont throw an arm over her like I want to. The leather couch squeaks as she moves closer to me, her thigh gently touching mine as she turns her body toward me. Her big, expressive eyes tremble in the low light. This girl is fu*cking scared. Nervous? I push it aside as I take her in. My eyes cant get enough of the smoothness of her skin, the way the dress and her lips, slightly puffy as though from a bee sting. So is this where youre going to m@ke mee with your to*ngue? Thest bit shakes from her voice in a nervousugh. If thats what you want, sure. She inhales deeply and exhales in a shuddering breath. I dont know what the hell Im doing. I do. My finger runs along her jaw, turning her face toward mine so that those stung lips are right under mine. I hold her there the same way Id hold her over the edge of a cliff. She trembles, waiting for me to make the first move. Her breath mists over my face and then she shakes her head. No, I cant. No. Yes. No. Yes. Make up your fucking mind. Im sorry. I cant while hes still in my life. Like I give a fuck about stepping on some other douchebags toes. Her brown eyes widen. Seriously, if he saw me with someone else hed- #1 Chapter 4 Elena. My thumb moves across her cheek, under those beautiful, blowjob lips that Id love to give a test run. What? Shut up. Then I kiss her. Its like an instant high the moment my lips touch hers. The heat Ive been watching flush her skin burns into my mouth. My hands drop down her silky neck, and I take a fistful of her hair and sweep it aside. Blood pounds through my veins as my tongue sweeps over her bottom lip. She pulls away from me with a painful yelp, her hands flying to her neck, where I notice shadows of purple. What the fuck? Are those bruises? My chest slowly fills with heat as I connect the dots. Elena lets her hands fall from her neck and shakes her hair back into ce, ttening it nervously. I-this is a bad idea. If its a bad idea, why did you follow me in here? Elenas fingers linger on my chest. A re of warmth spreads where she touches me and she lifts her head. I was selfish. A weak feeling seizes my chest when she says that. I dont know why. Youre not selfish for wanting me. Ditch the loser ande home with me. A sad smile twitches across her face. You make it sound so simple. It is. I bend my head again, taking her lips in mine before she can utter a protest. Ow! Elena breaks off the kiss with a painful cry, and I snatch my hand away as if it were burned. Jesus, is she covered in bruises? Small tears bead in her dark eyes and a surge of rage shes across my eyes. I didnt mean to hurt you. She shakes her head, dismissive. Its fine. Like hell it is. Who is your ex? Why? So I can beat the shit out of him. It bursts out of me before I can really think about what Im saying, but it urs to me that I really want to do this. I want to find the prick and bash his fucking head in. What kind of man hits a woman? It boils my blood to see this kind of shit. Im no white knight, but I want this girl to not flinch when I touch her. Yeah, thats not a good idea. Surprise rattles through my head. Are you one of those chicks that keeps running back to the guy who beats you up?Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. The icy re she shoots me says it all. Fuck you. Then whys it not a good idea? Look, you seem like a tough guy and all, but my ex is-ah, connected. Connected. Hes in the mob? Huh. Interesting. You can say the word, you know. Its not a bad one. Mafia. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. Hes a wise guy. So am I, hon. The energy shifts between us. All of a sudden, its tense. I reach down to my ankle and show her the piece I have strapped there. She sits up straighter and I have tough at her startled expression. An apprehensive look ovees her face. Are you-are you with Johnnys crew? Her wispy voice trembles from her uncertain lips, and I incline my head. She knows Johnny-knows who Im connected to. This is getting more and more interesting. Elena drops her voice, adopting a frightened timbre. Could I ask you-I mean, are you the right person? I work for John. You can ask me anything. Elena bites her thumb anxiously, shooting me looks before she finally sighs. I need to put a hit on someone, and Ive a lot of cash. A hit. My head turns so violently that I pull a muscle in my neck. I study her. Its not often that I get asked for a hit from a woman. Her eyes burn with a quiet intensity that instantly raises my suspicions. Is she with the cops? Nah, I fucking doubt it. Let me guess, your boyfriend? She nods. Plenty of women have hired my services to take care of violent boyfriends. My fists. Their face. Thats all it takes for them to walk away forever. Not this guy. A violent surge of energy pounds through my veins, making the ones on my hands swell. #1 Chapter 5 I think I have a pretty good idea, but why? She slowly licks her lips. I left him and hesing for me. He wont stop until Im dead. Its him or me. I breathe in her tantalizing scent, my eyes all over her generous cleavage, and my balls seize when her thighs bump against mine. I reach up, brushing back her dark-brown hair, and I touch one of the bruises on her neck. She flinches but doesnt pull away. Sure you want to do this? Ive handled guys like this before. Her voice hardens and her big eyes narrow at me. I want him dead. I have ten thousand American dors in cash. Well, this isnt quite how I imagined my night ending up. Fuck. I cant quite believe what Im seeing. This angelic, little Italian girl who looks as though she would shrink from the sight of blood is asking me to kill a man. Her boyfriend. Whats his name? The intensity from her eyes finally drops as she nces away and murmurs the name. Its so soft that I can barely hear it. R-Rafael Costa. My insides ze when I hear the name. I only know one Rafael Costa, and hes in New York. Hes one of us-La Cosa Nostra. The new boss, Vincent, would chop my head off if I touched one of his made guys. Disappointment settles in my guts like lead as I lift myself from the couch and grab a couple sses along with a huge bottle of vodka. I cant help her. Fuck. Will you do it? I sit back down next to her, my eyes on her beautiful body. I imagine it sprawled on a floor somewhere, a hairline crack in her skull, a red pool of blood behind her head. My jaw aches. Turning back to the table, I pour a couple sses and press one into her questioning hands. Drink, sweetheart. You look like you could use it. Elena lets out a sigh and brings the drink to her lips. Youre not wrong. Heat burns down my chest as I swallow the alcohol, the warmth glowing in my cock as her body jostles next to me. She drains the ss and reaches the bottle before I can pour her another. The crazy broad just takes it as if she owns it.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. I like her already. Will you do it? I hate saying the next few words. Hes a made guy. I cant. Elenas face falls horribly for a moment right as she brings the second drink to her mouth. For a moment Im horrified that she might cry, but the look disappears. She shrugs, indifferent. Whatever. Whatever. Yeah fucking right. Fuck. I dont want to know anything about this woman. I dont want to feel sorry for her, and I shouldnt want anything to do with her. Shes another guys girl, but he doesnt respect her, so why should I respect his im? I catch a strand of her dark hair dangling in front of her face and twirl it in my finger before gently tucking it behind her ear. Her nostrils re as I stroke the side of her cheek. Im going to go. I catch her hand as she stands up. No,e on. Stay. Elena tugs it out of my grasp, shaking her head. I cant. I dont have the heart toy more filthy lines on her, not when pity tightens my chest. I watch her leave the VIP lounge, her head still held high. Its as though shes not a victim. Then Im left ufortably alone with my thoughts. Instead of picking up another chick, I go home. I wander to my bedroom andy t on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Its the most empty moment of my day. I feel my heart beating, but nothing much else. My boots slide through gray slush on the streets as my breath puffs out in white clouds. I reach for the door handle of Le Zinc, Johnnys restaurant and headquarters. Its a swanky, upscale French bistro with an antique zinc bar. I step inside the warmth gratefully, the sudden heat prickling my frozen fingers and toes. Pierre, a young guy who watches the door, nods at me as I enter. Its noon and the ce is packed. A mixture of Johnnys crew and oblivious civilians fill the restaurant. Pierre takes the wool coat from my shoulders and I smooth the suit over my chest. Johnny sits at his usual table in the back. He stands up, smiling, his arms outstretched. Tony, how are you? Tommy, the new soldier, sits nearby, along with one of Johnnys captains-Fred. At first sight, Johnny doesnt look like much. Hes slender and slight of build, and usually wears a small smile, but hes the thirty-five-year-old boss of the Cravotta family. At the age of twenty, he bought out all the paymentpanies and had all the constructionpanies in his pocket. At twenty-five, he bought out a dairypany up north and began extorting all restaurants and grocery stores that didnt use Verdino cheese. Now every grocery store only stocks his cheese, and restaurants that fail to make protection payments go up in mes. When he was thirty, he backed Les Diables, a biker gang in the city, during the biker wars. They work for him now. He gets a taste from every constructionpany, restaurant, casino, and racetrack in Montreal. Hes invincible. Its for those reasons that I always seem to forget to breathe in his presence. Im not the kind of guy who gets nervous, but Johnnys a fucking legend. He smiles at me as though Im his best friend and pulls me into a fierce hug, and I kiss him on both cheeks. It means nothing. Ive seen him smile like that to a man he pulled into an embrace, right before he dug his pistol into the mans chest and killed him. Hey, John. Have a seat. Do you want something to eat? Always courteous, Johnny waves over someone even after I shake my head. He gives me a menu, but I know the thing by heart at this point. The waiter bustles to our table, his pen poised over a small notepad. No, really, John. Im good. At least have a drink with me. The waiter grabs the bottle of wine, a vintage from Tuscany, and pours a ss for me. All right. He swirls his ss over the white tablecloth and lifts it to his lips. Tabarnak, cest bon. Fuck, its good. My hand curls over the stem of the winess, and I take a small mouthful. Its pretty fucking good-dry and full of vor. I set the ss down, avoiding his painful stare. Ive bad news about Turner Construction, I say finally, lifting my head to meet his eyes. They wont do business with us. Johnny doesnt say anything for a moment, but a sudden, caustic, burning heat res from his eyeballs. What the fuck are you talking about? I swallow hard. Theyre an Americanpany-they dont do business like us. They cant ept bribes. #1 Chapter 6 Then you make them understand how its done. I grit my teeth from the rumble in his voice. I tried leaning on the boss a little, but I think theyre just going to leave Montreal. They just dont want to deal with us. Im sorry, John. Theres nothing but the sound of people talking, the tter of silverware, and Johns frozen stare boring into my skull. He opens his mouth. Im really disappointed with you, Tony. I thought you were a better negotiator. I clench my hands over the table, feeling a surge of anger. Dont get angry at the boss. There was nothing else I could do. Americans dont do business with the mob. Its just that simple. Do you think I got to where I am now because I gave up that easily? Quiet resentment builds inside my chest as he stares at me. I never wanted this life for myself. Theres something else I need you to do. He reaches in his jacket and I tense for a moment, because he could easily be reaching for a gun. Johnny smiles at me as he takes a photograph from his inner jacket and shows it to me. Its a family photo of Jack Vittorio, the former New York boss, and his wife and-the girl I met yesterday. Holy shit, shes Jack Vittorios daughter? This girl showed up in my restaurant yesterday, trying to contract a hit on a made guy. Yeah, I met her in Tommys bar. She asked me for the same thing. Johnny smirks at me. Youre fucking kidding me? Nope. I told her no, of course. Anyway, I need you to watch her. I dont want anyone fucking up my rtionship with New York or Les Diables. She might try going to them next. Do not let her. An unpleasant twist leaves me feeling gutted as I stare into the photograph. Shes beautiful, really-the type of girl my Ma would love. Dark hair and innocent, big eyes. Italian. And Tony? Yeah? Try to keep your dick in your pants. I cant promise that, I respond, grinning at the photo.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. He sighs loudly. Go. Get the fuck out of here and start your collections. The cold, dismissive tone freezes my jaw shut. I somehow manage to grunt out a good-bye and then I stand from the table. Hes looking somewhere else. Its as if Im already gone. Fucking hell, I need to get a new job. But thats it, isnt it? I cant just quit-not after bing a made member. Its not just a job. Its a way of life. I gather my wool coat and shrug it over my shoulders, eager to get out of there. At first it was great. All the pussy I could want and more money than Id ever had, but after a while you start to notice that all the girls kind of look the same. They act the same, and they want the same things from you. Namely, your money. But I still want something to fill the gaping hole that girl nailed into my chest the other night. The warmth slowly unfreezes my fingers as I flex them, pain prickling all over my skin as they thaw. I clench my jaw, thinking of the sickening sound of cracking bone. It reys over and over in my head. The image of the lead pipe in my hand repeats in my head as I smash it against his knees, producing a thick, meaty sound. His face contorts with pain as his knees explode into fragments. The gag I shove down his mouth only partially muffles his screams. Fuck, the sounds. I take my seat at the bar, and Genevieve, the curly-haired bartender, slides me my drink almost immediately, knowing that Im in one of my moods. She doesnt even meet my gaze. I m back the drink, that awful burn reminding me of gasoline, but I swallow it down. Its like adding mulch over fire. Drinking drowns it out for a little while, but its still burning underneath. The mes lick through, and my head starts to pound, and I keep drinking. I dont remember if Im drinking to numbness, or whether Im drinking to feel something, or whether Im drinking just to drink. It doesnt matter, anyway. It always ends up the same. I take a look around, trying to get my mind off of it-trying to find something sweet to alleviate the bitterness in my mouth-and then I see her. Its her again. I freeze as she whisks by me, a citrus breeze wafting across my nose. I turn around to watch a slim waist, her shirt riding over her hips, giving me a nice view of her perfectly round ass, which bounces in her ck leggings. She slides right over the stool next to me without realizing that Im looking at her, a slight frown creasing her forehead. Try to keep your dick in your pants. If Johnny really cared about that, he would have been more clear. Shes involved with a made guy. You could get killed if you touch her. Dying for fucking a girl seems like a good way to go. Actually, Id prefer to die while fucking a girl, but beggars cant be choosers. Johnny could kill you. I dont give a fuck. Shes the daughter of a boss. You dont fuck daughters of bosses. You dont look at them. You dont talk to them except to say, Hello, how are you? and, Good-bye. Shes the forbidden fruit. A conquest. I have to bang this broad. My first instinct is to touch her shoulder, her waist, to overwhelm her with my presence. Im a master at getting girls toe home with me. Before long, Ill have her begging to suck my cock. I lean in slightly, and I let my hand grasp the head of her chair. Hey, beautiful. Whats got you down? She doesnt even look at me. Fuck off. So the Mafia princess has a mouth, doesnt she? Intriguing. Genevieve hears the exchange and grins at me behind that bar counter. The energy burning from her body ispletely different fromst time. Last time, she was scared. Defeated. Today, shes pissed. Did Johnny turn her down again? I give Genevieve a nod, and she pours a drink for the girl. Whats this? #1 Chapter 7 Im buying you a drink. She pushes it away. I dont want your fucking drink. Then why did you sit right next to me? Whats with the tone? Youre just trying to get into my pants. Is it a crime that I think youre gorgeous? She turns her head, her long hair snagging on her creamy shoulders. Brown eyes look at me under her longshes, and they widen as she takes in my appearance. Gently parted lips beckon to me, and I smile at her. My cock makes an impatient twitch as her lips lift slightly. Her slim body slides off the stool and she walks close to me. Close enough so that blood pounds in my ears and Im face-to-face with an amazing view of her cleavage. Her lips, slightly wet with pink lipstick, tremble. The citrus scent floats over my like a cloud, not overpowering, but pleasant. Ill do whatever you want if you get rid of my ex for me. Goddamn. The desperation in her voice makes my stomach sink, but Im tempted to say yes. Fuck him-fuck the mob, Ill kill him for you because I want to suck on your lips and feel the warmth of your tits in my palms. Instead, I shake my head, hating the disappointment in her eyes. Her hand slides away from mine. Dont let her go! Im sorry, hon. Youre not going to get anyone to agree to do that for you. She shakes her head, her eyes watering, and she gives a hopeless, sharp intake of breath that makes my insides clench. I take her shoulder, half expecting her to throw my hand off, but she lets me touch her skin. My fingers just graze over her and her eyelids flutter. Come home with me and youll forget all about that asshole. Ill make you feel really good, Elena. I promise. Her body shivers and she steps back from me. Temptation brews in her eyes like a storm gathering. I see it shifting and receding. She wants to, but she doesnt want to. Then she opens her mouth, her eyes hardening into marbles. I want nothing to do with you. Frustration gathers in my chest when she shoots me down. I want this woman-shes a goddamn prize, and I would dly shoot her ex-boyfriend in the face if it wouldnt get me killed.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. Elena turns to leave, taking her coat, but I grab her tiny wrist. I pull her into my chest and she utters a gasp. My arm wraps around her waist and she swallows hard. At least have a drink with me. No. Come on. One drink. She wets her lips, and for a moment I imagine them crushed against mine. My fingers tease around the hem of her shirt and then her eyes glint with pain and she reaches behind herself, grabbing my hands to rip them away from her body. You dont know how to take no for an answer, do you? I grin at her, loving how ferocious she is, and the way her brown eyes seem to sparkle with electricity. Girls got fire. You kissed me back the other night and left me with a raging hard-on. I cant leave you alone. Her mouth parts almost as though shes about to give in, but then her eyes harden. I dont want you. End of story. Yet she doesnt pull away when I grasp her chin and lean down close enough to feel her breath over my cheeks, and to see her neck pulsing with her racing heartbeat. My fingers run along her jaw, moving to the back of her head, into her silky hair. My lips fall against hers, and her mouth opens in a gasp. Its intoxicating. This girl makes my body hot, and my other arm snakes around her tiny waist. I pull her smoking-hot body into mine, and her tits crush against my chest. I smile against her mouth as she sighs into mine. Her palm ttens against my body. And she shoves me. I have a brief view of her red, furious face before a sharp sting hits my cheek, her hand a beige blur. The p echoes in the bar, despite the noise and the people everywhere. They turn to look at us, but they hardly give me a second nce. Ive been pped before. So what? They always go home with me. I didnt even fucking see iting. My chest shakes withughter as she stands frozen with a semi-paralyzed look on her face, and then she turns around and bolts from the bar. This isnt over, honey. ELENA TWO WEEKS AGO The world undtes in my head, continuously roaring as I stumble past New York City traffic. I feel as though Im walking inside a bubble that distorts everything I see. Everythings too loud, too fast. My head pounds, still echoing with the blows. It all sounds hollow. I trip on something hard and fall on my knee. My jeans tear open and I feel a sharp sting. There are bits of gravel digging into the red gash. I brush them away carelessly and turn toward my sisters apartment. How the hell did I ever make it here? My balled-up fist hammers on the frozen door. Its freezing outside, but for once Im grateful for that. It soothes the aches on my face and my swollen eye. For a moment I think about pressing my whole body against the wood, but then the heavy door flies open. My sister stands in the doorway of her brownstone, baby in arm, looking leggy and fabulous. Her gasp of horror suddenly chokes intoughter. A cold feeling stabs my gut. Jesus, what happened to your face? Now that Im so close to the entrance, thest bit of adrenaline fades and I clutch the iron rail to steady myself. What the fuck do you think happened? Rafael hit me, I say, swallowing hard when a triumphant smile stretches over her face. I really need a ce to stay. I told you a thousand times, didnt I? I warned you about him, but no, you had to have the bad boy. Yeah, she warned me about dating Dads associates. I didnt care. He was intoxicating and full of life-Dad gave him his blessing. If Dad liked him, so would I. I was so naive back then. Hes a monster-theyre all monsters, and the only thing that kept him from eating me alive was my father. It all changed so quickly. I know you warned me, but I really need your help now. I need a ce to stay. #1 Chapter 8 Hating the tremble in my voice, I stand up straighter to make me feel less weak. Maria adjusts the baby on her hip and narrows her eyebrows, the high arches fixed in an expression of contempt. You got yourself into this mess, and you can get yourself out of it. Too bad Daddy isnt here anymore to fix it for you. A gust of icy wind blows across my face, almost as if summoned by magic by her cruel words. Her perfect indifference stuns me. It hurts so much that my legs tremble and freezing wetness gathers at the corners of my eyes. For Gods sake, she needs to push aside her sibling rivalry or whatever fucking grudge she has against me. This is serious. I need your help. Im desperate. Go to Moms house. I shiver violently in the cold, wishing that my goddamn sister would let me in the damn house to continue the conversation. The feds seized it. Theyre giving her a couple weeks to move out. Theyre taking everything. We dont have any money. They froze the bank ounts. I know. Ive been giving Ma cash for a while, but youre on your own. Her face twists in malevolence. You always were a spoiled little brat. Fine, I could live without money, but I couldnt keep living with Rafael. At least give me a ce to stay! I really need to get away from him. A sad smile flickers on her sour face. You know as well as I do that hell just drag you back. My eyes burn as the truth of that statement sinks in. The air swallows my choked sobs, and Maria reaches outside for a moment to pat my shoulder. Hell get bored of you eventually and move on to someone else. They always do, she adds bitterly. Now, go. If he finds out youve been here, youll be in worse trouble. She closes the door and the Christmas wreath bangs loudly in my face. Where the hell am I supposed to go? They called me the Mafia princess. I was the bosss daughter. When I was old enough to realize Daddy wasnt exactly living a normal mans life, I started reading the papers. All the violence sshed over the pages and my dads name interwoven with the stories horrified me, at first. Why did so many people hate him? Why were the cops always harassing him? Then I remember watching him shake hands with the mayor, and I was in awe. He was a tough guy. He was a viin, yes, but he was my viin. Nobody could touch him, or me by extension. His men were always respectful toward me, afraid of saying anything that could get their heads chopped off. Im not an idiot. I know who my dad was, even though he sheltered me from the life-from the violence. The boys I grew up with, whoter became his associates, were like family to me. They were always around the house, picking up Dad to drive him ces, even to have dinner with the family. And then he was murdered and theypletely disappeared. Shame weighs on my heart as I trudge up the icy subway steps. There was only really one rule in our family, growing up. Dont ever talk. Dont talk to the press, dont talk to outsiders, and definitely, never, ever talk to the police. It was like a mantra in our house. Every time there was an indictment, Mom would drill the rules in our skulls. But he talked. He talked to the feds. I found out from the agents who visited our home just before they raided it and began taking everything that wasnt bolted to the floor. They told us that my dads body was found in an abandoned farm in east Jersey, riddled with bullet holes. None of his friends came to the funeral. I know he was a rat, but he was still my dad. He adored me, and yes, spoiled me a little more than my brother and sister. Now hes gone, along with his protection. Im not the bosss daughter anymore. Im just the daughter of a traitor. My hand trembles over the handle of the pork-deli store where my father used to hang out. We used to get our meat here all the time. Vinny, the new boss, should be there. A wave of self-disgust rises like caustic acid in my throat. Worst of all is that I know whos responsible for my fathers murder, and Im about to go to him for help. The idea sickens me, but I am literally out of options. Last resort. This could be a huge fucking mistake. I try to nce inside, to check the moving shadows and see if one of them resembles Vinny. Arge, warped form suddenly appears at the frosted ss and the door swings open, revealing a young man who I vaguely recognize. Hello-holy shit! His eyes widen as he takes in my appearance. I grit my teeth to stop the chatter against the cold. Can I please see Vinny-Vincent? He steps aside and I sigh as warmth washes over my frozen limbs. Hours of walking on New York Citys streets made them numb with cold. The young man gazes at me in concern and takes my arm, as if hes afraid Ill keel over. We move past the few customers dallying in the cafe, who shoot me rming looks, and head toward the back of the store. Its a ce Ive never really been. Please, let Rafael not be there. Please, God, hell kill me. Fear boils in my stomach, making it turn as the coffee I had for breakfast burns holes inside me. I stop at another set of doors and try to see whether Rafael is in there. The young man opens the door before I can decide whether to go in or not and pulls me in arge room with a pool table, chairs, desk, and a dining room table. I spot Vinny hanging near his pool table, stick in his hand, as heughs at something Nicky said beside him. Vinny is a tall, good-looking man about ten years older than I am. Hisughter used to fill me with a warm glow, but now it grates against my ears. He has no fucking right tough when my father is dead. Everyone knows that he killed him. I know it was him-or at least one of these bastards. Dad talked to the cops, so they killed him. Vince. The young mans voice rings out, and I do a quick scan of the room. Sitting there on the edge of the pool table is the man Im trying to avoid. He wears a ck leather jacket over a red button-up shirt that I ironed for him this morning. Despite his little coke habit and alcohol problem, he always looks clean-shaven-just like you expect the devil to look. Handsome, attractive, and deadly. He stands up immediately, hands wrapping around his pool cue as if its my throat. Oh no. Oh no. Rafael takes a furious step forward, his handsome face twisted in a cruel grin. It says: Im going to kill youter. A loud, obnoxious voice rings across the room.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Jesus Christ! Vinny finally notices me, theughter evaporating from his face as he scans me. The boy next to me faces him. She said she wanted to see you. I would give everything in the world to make him take back those words. All the heart leaves me in an instant. Oh God, it was stupid toe here. I must have been delirious. Rafael stands right there, right there, and he knows exactly why I came. Thats not what I said! I just wanted deli meats-and to say hi. My mother and I, you know, we really dont, we havent seen you in a while, and- Vinny raises a hand, cutting off my babbling nonsense as he walks closer to me. A mixture of fear and revulsion makes me want to vomit. Concern knits his face and he lifts a hand to my jaw. I flinch as his fingers touch the swollen area. #1 Chapter 9 Im not gonna hurt you, hon. Who did this to you? Tears slowly well in my eyes because the first person to show concern for me is the man who probably killed my father. I nce at Rafael, whose features are taut with rage. N-nobody. It was an ident. I fell on some icy steps on the subway. Oh what ame lie. You cant think of something better? It doesnt fool Vinny. His hand drops from my face and he turns around to look at Rafaels smooth, unconcerned one. You did this? He didnt! Oh God. Of course not. But his tone is way off. Im his girlfriend. If he didnt do it, he should be apoplectic with rage. He should be throwing chairs across the room and screaming that how dare someone touch his girl. Instead, he just stands there. Its as though he doesnt care if Vince puts two and two together. Vinny turns around, his fists clenched. Youve got some fucking nerve, lying to a boss. Rafael crosses his arms and makes a brave attempt at a smile. Its my fault shes a klutz? The boss takes several strides toward him and Rafaels fist tightens around the pool cue, and then suddenly Vinnys fist smashes against the side of Rafaels skull. My screams echo in the room as he topples to the ground with a cry of outrage. No, no, no! Hes going to make it worse for me. I didnt do shit to her! Enraged, Vinny brings back his foot and kicks out hard. Rafaels face contorts with pain as his mouth makes a horrible, gasping sound. You want to fucking lie to me again? Huh? Rafael turns to his side and snarls at the boss. What the fuck do you care about Jacks daughter? Im a fucking made guy, you have no right! The other men grab Vinnys arms before he can do more damage, even though the boss looks as if he would like nothing better than to beat him to death. Degenerate fuck. Do it again, and youll be fucking sorry. He makes other furious moves toward Rafael, but the guys shove him back. Vince, calm down. They let him go and Vinny stands there for a moment, chest heaving. Then he runs a hand through his dark hair and walks away from Rafael, who picks himself off the floor and gives me a murderous look. I turn away from him, shaking, and almost jump when I feel Vinnys hand on my shoulder. Come, Ill get you some meat for your ma. Numb shock propels my feet forward, through the doors, and into the cafe. Vince, I-he was telling the truth. He didnt hit me. Energetic, ck eyes cut right through me. You dont have to lie to me. People dont get bruises like that from falling down. You dont have to stay with him, either. Something in his voicepels me to drop the bullshit and just tell him the truth. Maybe its the faint anger I feel rustling in my chest. I dont know if I want to ept help from the man who, well, murdered my father. You killed my dad. If I leave, hell kill me. I dont have anywhere else to go, anyway. The clerk behind the counter hands me arge package of deli meat wrapped in paper and I take it. Thanks, Vincent. Hey, wait- My face already burns with the hopelessness of it all, and I shrug off his hand on my shoulder and head toward the icy storm outside, hoping that itll swallow me. The door opens. Its the worst sound in the world-a sound that fills me with terror, a sound that makes me want to scurry to the bathroom and lock the door. I dread it every day. Dread the moment his boots walk through the threshold, and even worse is the noise when he ms it shut because hes always pissed these days. Just go away. Just leave me alone. But he wont, especially after today. I sink into the leather couch, hoping that Ill be invisible. I stare straight ahead into the burning TV screen. Maybe theres something on it that will distract him from his rage. I try to think back to when the sight of his face made me feel warm instead of cold with fear. He was never like this when Dad was alive-neverid a hand on me. He would never have dared-Dad would have killed him. We used to talk about getting engaged. A painful twitch on my face makes me grimace. Are you fuckinughing? I turn my head around painfully. His once-handsome face seems wasted away by rage. The leather jacket he wears makes him look like a cartoon viin, and I think for a moment how funny the whole thing is. Me, the bosss daughter, stripped down to nothing but some whore for him to use and abuse. Whose own sister resents her for being the favorite, and wont even save her from her abusive boyfriend. Its not really that funny. Im not.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. The shorter my responses are, the better. Dont even look at him. You humiliated me in front of the people I work with. Do you have any fucking idea how bad that is? The sound of his footsteps makes me cringe, and then finally he stands in front of me, blocking the TV. Im still paralyzed with memories from the past, refusing to confront the ugly present. He stoops down and makes me. He seizes my painful jaw, forcing it upward. Look at me, you fucking cunt. I didnt mean to, Raf. I swear to God, I was just there for deli meat. He sneers at me. And you needed to see Vincent for that? Fucking liar. A heavy hand ps the wound on my face, sending me flying. Heughs as I catch myself on the couch. A surge of poisonous rage runs through my veins that Im unable to act on. Oh, what I would give to make the son of a bitch suffer like I have. #1 Chapter 10 Instead, I use the only tool left in my arsenal. Tears. They fall down my face freely, because its so easy to cry these days. Normally Im dead to the world, twisting in agony inside. Y-you used to be so sweet with me. I dont understand why youre like this. His weight sinks into the couch and his hand curls around my shoulder, pulling me upright and into his chest, where I just feel cold. I shrink from his closeness. For a moment I think it worked. That maybe some tiny human part of him hears my distress and feels guilty. His lips sear the swollen side of my face as he kisses it, leading a trail to my ear. I was sweet with you because your daddy would have killed me if Iid a hand on you. His teeth bite down hard on my earlobe, and I grit my teeth. Dont cry out. Dont let him win. Youre not the bosss daughter anymore. Youre nothing. It shouldnt hurt me to hear that from his worthless lips, but it does. It really does. Youre fuckin lucky I let you stick around. A small thrill rises in my chest. Why dont you just leave me? I want to ask. Why do you? He nts another hot kiss on my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a bruise. This time I make a small squeak of pain and he lets me go,ughing. I like being able to do whatever the fuck I want with you. Besides, his voice drops down to a whisper, I know about the money. A sick, swooping sensation curls around my stomach as feeling disappears from my limbs. How could he know about that? Dad left it for me! I turn my face toward his, hoping that I can distract him. My arm wraps around his neck and I bury my hand in his short, bristly hair, leaning into his body as our lips touch. I dont know what youre talking about. He smiles against my lips. My body flies over the coffee table, his hand wrapped around my neck. A gasp leaves my throat as my back ms into the wood, knocking the breath from my lungs. Then his fingers bite into my neck, squeezing hard as my throat closes up. My lungs wheeze as he leans over my body, slowly crushing the life out of me. I cant let this fucking asshole kill me like this-fuck him. My fingers rake over his face, nails digging into that furious visage. Maybe its because Im losing oxygen, but his face looks deformed in the low light. His grin spreads a little too wide, his teeth pointed like tiny daggers. His eyes arepletely ck, and I wonder how I ever thought he was human. Its like the darkness had the effect of throwing antern on his face, revealing every ugly scar he kept hidden. The fingers release my throat and I gasp for air, clutching at my skin and coughing. The vision disappears, and Raf sits up straight with a crooked smile that used to send butterflies flying in my stomach. I know Jack hid money in his house, and I know that you know where it is. Youre going to take me to it. He leans in, enjoying watching me squirm on the table as I try to get away from him. Oh, and if you ever go to my boss again like that, Ill kill you. A sh of heat burns my skin. Weeks ago he wouldnt have fucking dared to say that to me. Whos the real coward? No, maybe Ill fucking kill you! I shouldnt have said it. Rafs nostrils re as he stands up suddenly, the abrupt shift of weight making the table creak. I really shouldnt have said it. You have balls, Elena, Ill give you that, but its very unbing for a wise guys girlfriend. I know that tone in his voice, and my teeth clench together as he balls his fists. Im so fucking tired of being scared all the time. Stand up and take your beating like a good little bitch. Hating him, I stand to my feet, but I dont remain standing for long. He grips my jaw in his massive hand and squeezes. Then he shoves me hard enough for my head to crack the ster on the wall. He howls in rage when he sees the damage. Look at what you fucking did! His boot ms into my side and I feel something inside me break-its not a physical thing, but a mental copse. Heavy blows rain down my back. The pain radiates throughout my body, but its as if theres a brick wall. I cant feel it. It must be some sort of miracle, or Im very close to being dead and I should really, really fight back. My neck ms against the wall and I suddenly feel an electrical shock of pain down my spine as he squeezes my throat, crushing my windpipe. A gust of his breath, stinking of alcohol, blows across my face. Say it again, bitch. I fucking dare you. My eyes slide to his and I fight the impulse to smile as my broken body screams with pain that I can only dimly feel. My ribs are probably fractured and I might have a slight concussion, but I dont feel a fucking thing. This is the best you can do, you piece of human garbage? I want to say it again, just to prove to the asshole that he cant wear me down. Im Jack Vittorios daughter and, yeah, I might be a little bit of a spoiled bitch, but no one treats me like this. My limbs tremble against the wall and an ache pounds through my ribs, spreading agony through my torso, but I dont say a word. Its okay to let my ego take a blow for now. Hell get whatsing to him. I expect you to lead me to the cash tomorrow, he says, his face finally smoothing over. His fingers unstick from my throat, and I copse like a stone to the ground, crumpling into a heap at his feet. Rafaels coldughter brings another surge of fury to my heart, but I force myself to calm down. Dont let him see. The fridge opens and I hear the clinking sound of bottles. Dread sinks my stomach as the telltale hiss of a bottle opening catches my attention. Hes going to get drunk and stupid again, if he isnt already. I pick myself off the floor and limp toward the bathroom, hoping that hell stay in the living room and zone out in front of the television. A vision of myself confronting him with a weapon burns my mind. Im going to die. Sooner orter, hes going to kill me-whether by ident or on purpose. I could see him kicking me one too many times and breaking my neck. The bathroom door closes behind me and I twist the lock, wincing at the sudden beams of light overhead. The mirror reflects the image of a broken woman. Her dark-brown hair hangs like a nest around her face, which looks like a disaster. Swollen cheeks and blood in her left eye, whose eyelid is sunken over. Busted lip. I lift up my shirt, revealing arge, angry red mark on my abdomen.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. I dont recognize the girl in the mirror. She looks like those women you feel sorry for-the ones who keep going back to their abusive partners, over and over again. When did it get this bad? There were little things. Signs. A disrespectfulment here and there. Then, finally, he hit me. He pped me across the face when I disagreed with him about something. My dad was still alive then. He was ovee with remorse. Please dont tell your dad! I remember well how he cried and blubbered like a baby. At the time, it touched me how strong his remorse was, and I decided to forgive him. Now I know that I was just a moron. He wasnt fucking sorry. He was piss-scared that I was going to tell my dad, who would have gutted him, and he would have been absolutely right to do it. Any idiot could have seen through him, but I actually thought I loved him. He was the guy brave enough to ask me out, before asking my father for permission. In the beginning, he made me feel special. The horror in the mirror reflects only a few months of abuse. What do you think hell do in a few more? Coldness slowly freezes my veins like liquid nitrogen. If I went back to Vincent, maybe hed be able to help. #1 Chapter 11 And maybe he wouldnt. Raf told me hed kill me if I went back to his boss. Christ, my own sister wont even help me. How pathetic is that? What should I do? You need to get him before he gets you.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Simply running away wont work. Raf is psycho enough to follow me wherever I go. No, I need help. You have a hundred grand buried in the backyard at Moms house. Dad showed you where he buried it because he trusted you above everyone else. My insides freeze, my mouth suddenly dry. Im horrified by the cold voice in my head, but it keeps talking. You could hire someone to take care of him. Someone who might understand your situation. Hire someone to kill Rafael? I swallow hard, studying the cuts and bruises on my face. Am I willing to walk down that road? This is life or death. Yours or his. Choose. Mine, I reply to the voice automatically. A twinge of guilt stirs in my chest at how quick my reply was. Going to the police is not an option. My dad went to the police, and look what they did to him. I shut my eyes and think hard, trying to remember any friends of Dads who might be able to help. Sometimes there would be visitors from out of town at the house. A man-the boss in Montreal-was close with my dad. He spoke with an Italian-French ent, and was always friendly to me. Its a desperate move. I dont really have anywhere else to go. I dont sleep all night. My body curls on the side of the bed, facing the nk wall. Everything inside me is like a coiled spring, ready to bounce the moment the coast is clear. In my head, I think about where everything is-my passport, the duffel bags, my clothes, shoes, and most importantly, the cash in the backyard. Rafaels hand lies on my shoulder heavily. Hey, whats wrong with you? I hope that he cant see my face in the dark, because if he did, hed be offended by the disgust curling my lip. Im in pain. Its not untrue. My whole fucking body aches, especially my head. The two aspirin I took didnt make a fucking dent. The bed shifts with his weight and the pressure on my shoulder increases so that I lie t on my back. A moan shakes from my lips as the pounding ache in my abdomen doubles. He hangs over me in a ck t-shirt, the alcohol finally purged from his bloodshot eyes. His face bends lower and I flinch from his closeness. He pauses. Im sorry, babe. I shouldnt haveid a hand on you-should never. He stops for a moment to swallow. I love you. The words sound so empty. Once, I believed them. How many times must we go through this? The beatings, the apologies, the gradual buildup, the beatings. I knew the moment that fuckface hit me that he was no good, but I couldnt leave him. It was the first time he left a bruise. When it happened, I stayed at my moms house. He marched over there with flowers and sweet-talked my mother into agreeing with him that I should give him another chance and then I really had no choice but to follow him back to his apartment. I love you, too. His fingers lightly stroke my cheek. You just make me so pissed off sometimes. Fuck you. Im sorry. I hate myself for apologizing to him, but its necessary. Kill or be killed. I forgive you. Fuck your forgiveness. He says it with a slight smile on his face, and I try not to make my smile a grimace. God, Im so pissed off that Im praying he doesnt notice anything. I hope hes too blinded by his own arrogance to notice that I hate his fucking guts.Elena, I love you. He repeats it again as his lips fall on my bruised ones. I turn my head away with a cry of pain, but he continues kissing me in that passionate, possessive way that used to thrill me. Everything he does hurts me. His weight presses into mine, and hes either oblivious to my injuries or doesnt care. His cock grinds into my thigh, painfully digging into me like yet another weapon he uses against me. Oh God, no. Not now. I cant handle this. My thoughts get more and more hysterical as he gropes his way down my body, and then his cell phone vibrates on the nightstand. He lifts his head, stopping for a moment. It rattles noisily on the wood. Fucking hell. I swallow my sigh of relief as he rolls off me and snatches the phone, pressing it to his ear. Yeah? All right, Ill be there. Profound relief almost makes me throw up right then and there. Raf tosses the phone back on the table and rips back the covers, swearing. Fucking Nicky always has the worst timing. He stands up and pulls a suit from the closet, quickly getting dressed as I pull the covers back over myself, feigning sleep. When he shrugs on his jacket, he moves to my side of the bed and leans over, kissing my cheek. Ill be back for supper. Good. Gives me plenty time to escape. Make something nice for dinner, something with meat. See youter, hon. I take a good look at him as he turns around, whistling a merry tune. As his shoes sh around the corner, I realize that Im not sorry to see the back of him. Hopefully, Ill never see you again. * * * Elena, where are you? I found the empty drawers. Where the FUCK are you? What makes you think you can just leave me? CALL ME BACK RIGHT FKING NOW YOU STUPID BITCH! Sickened, I click on all the texts and hit the delete button. The vague threat toward my mother has me worried, but I hope that Vincent keeps an eye out for her. She wont hesitate toin to him if Rafael gives her any shit. It took me hours to dig up the carefully wrapped rolls of hundred-dor bills in the backyard and then rece all the dirt. I did it right under my moms nose, which probably bothers me the most. There wasnt enough time to say goodbye. #1 Chapter 12 Its for her own good. If she knew where Id gone, she would tell him, and then Id be dead. The shing blue light illuminating the depths of my purse sends another wave of sickness through my body. I end the call, but its no use. He just calls again. Voice mail after voice mail pops onto the screen, until finally I shut the damn thing off and settle into my seat. Any coffee, miss? The train conductor tries to stifle a gasp at the look of my face. Maam, are you all right? Not really. Her face crinkles with sympathy as I just stare at her. I fell down. Ive no energy to summon a lessme excuse. Ice would be great. Of course, yes. Stares from the other passengers just make me want to throw a hood over my face. Montreal. I wonder what itll be like. I know French is the officialnguage there, and Im a bit worried about getting by. I ce my hand against the windowpane, the cold stinging my skin. Im probably not dressed for the harsh Canadian weather. I just grabbed whatever I had-a single wool coat, some shirts and jeans, panties, etc. No matter. With the money I have, Ill be able to buy everything I need. Elena, honey. Ive got something to show you. That gleam in Dads eyes sent a thrill of excitement through my chest. He always treated me differently than the other guys daughters. I was a bit rougher around the edges than Maria, a bit more tomboyish. Once, he brought me to the woods to shoot the new assault rifle he got as a gift. He taught me how to use it. Mom hated it. Shes not a boy, shed say over and over. I expected it would be something like that as I followed him outside. It was a crisp spring day. He ced both hands on my shoulders and squeezed them. Im going to show you something that you need to keep secret. Dont tell anyone, even your mother. I nodded my head rapidly, eyes wide. Whatever it was, it sounded important. He wrapped his arm around me and led me down the property. We passed the dying pomegranate bushes and stood over the red mulch, hidden by two evergreen trees. Underneath this mulch, between these two trees, Ive got about a hundred grand buried. I want you to dig it up in case anything happens to me- My biggest fear mmed into my chest as if Id been tackled. Without him, I was nothing. I knew that. Dad, what are you saying? Did something happen? He held up a hand, smiling. No-Im just telling you in case, you know, I get sent to the can. Or God forbid, I get killed- Dont say that! This money is for you, Elena. You and your mom. Promise me, youll take it if something happens. Speechless, I watched his eyes crease as he squeezed my shoulders again. Promise! Okay, Daddy. The whole time, he knew he was going away. He was already in talks with the FBI-they were going to relocate us, and then he was dead. Overnight I went from Mafia princess to Daughter of Miserable, Cock-sucking FBI Informant. Dad filled me with so much hot air growing up that I never believed he could die. He was a boss. New York City fit into the palm of his hand. I went to many charity dinners with him, and even met the mayor and the chief of police. In the end, all of his connections werent enough to save him. Youre fleeing to Montreal. Then what? Kill him, and you can never return to New York. I cant think of the future. All I can think of is right now, and the man lusting for my blood. Eight hours into the ride, I turn the phone back on because I cant take it anymore. Theres a stream of violent, expletiveden texts. Only one makes my breath catch in my throat. I know where you went, and Iming to get you. Im going to fuck that cunt of yours until you bleed, and then Ill kill you. Its a bluff. It has to be a bluff. I told no one where I was going, and used a fake name to book the hotel. Paid everything with cash. Theres no way he knows. I walk the icy, crumbling Montreal streets, horribly underdressed in the freezing weather. It doesnt matter. I block everything out. Cold? Who the fuck cares about cold? I have a psychopath hot for my blood, a spurned ex-lover who wants me dead. God, what if he found me with another man? He doesnt contact me for a week, and I spend the time hiding out in a hotel, nursing my injuries and working up the courage to meet the Montreal boss. So much is riding on this meeting with Johnny that I instantly crush the doubts that keep floating to the surface. He has to do this for me. He will. My life depends on it.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. I open the door to Le Zinc. Its a wonderful, posh ce and I instantly feel ufortable and underdressed. The hostess immediately takes my ragged coat, but stops at the sight of my face. Miss, you need a hospital? she asks in a thick French ent. No, I say in a hurried voice, ignoring the looks thrown my way as I search the white tablecloths for Johnny. Im looking for Mr. Cravotta. Hes a young guy, and handsome, if I recall correctly. He should be here. My father always talked about meeting him at this ce. Then I spot him surrounded by two other men, and I take a determined step forward. Miss, you need an appointment with Mr. Cravotta. Its urgent, I bark at her. You need an-what the fuck? I shove her skinny ass aside and barrel toward the table. Two guys I didnt even see suddenly take my arms and shove me back before Im even five feet from the table. Mr. Cravotta, please! I need to speak with you! Johnny looks elegant in his pinstripe suit. Every aspect of his appearance is immacte. His hair is slicked back into rolling waves, without a wayward strand. Theres not a single piece of lint on his suit, or a wrinkle, or anything that would mar his image of perfection. He stares at me with daggerlike eyes. It was hard meeting his gaze, even though he always treated me with respect. But I dont find it hard to look at him now. He cant say anything that makes me feel worse than I already do. Mademoiselle, you need an appointment. The hostess appears at his side. Excusez moi, Monsieur Cravotta. Elle a- I saw the whole thing. Rx. He gives her a flick of his hand, and the extremely harassed hostess returns back to the front, giving me a dirty look. Please, sir, it cant wait. The men surrounding himugh as they look at my face, and amusement shes over it briefly before a faint note of recognition finally glimmers in his eyes. Youre Jacks kid. Yes! #1 Chapter 13 He gives the others a meaningful look. Tabarnak de calisse. I have no idea what it means, but judging from the look on his face, it sounds like a swearword. Sit down. Guys, take a walk. They rise to their feet obediently and the brutes holding my arms finally let go. I nearly crumple to his feet, but I manage to sit across from the table. He eyes me with a burning curiosity. What are you doing all the way here? I open my mouth, but stop immediately when the waiter fills the ss in front of me with water. He moves away like a ghost. Running. I can see that. His eyes linger on the ghastly green bruise on the side of my face, the one I had before I met with Vincent. Im sure that my eye is still purple, too. Good lord. I need your help. My voice squeaks out, and I take a long draw of water to quell my nerves. Johnny seems to pull away suddenly, his lips curling unpleasantly. Look, I dont know what you expected from me, but youre mistaken if you think Im going to help- I have fifty grand in cash, and I need you to put a hit on a man. Suddenly his demeanorpletely shifts. He leans forward, smiling, sping his hands together. If you have business to discuss, thats a different story. His name? This is the part Im worried about. Rafael Costa. Please dont say no. He takes a small notepad and pen from his jacket, writes down the name, and frowns at it. He recognizes it. Please, please dont say no. My hands grip the edge of the table. Please, Mr. Cravotta. Im desperate. Hes a made man. Part of Nickys crew in New York. He taps the pen against the notepad restlessly as he looks at me. Hes your boyfriend? But my dad is a traitor. Seventy-five grand, I whisper harshly. No, he cant just do this to me. Ill give it all, for fucks sake. Anything to save my life. Pity. Its all over his face. Im sorry, macherie, but Im not going to start a war with New York because of some Yank. I-I dont understand! Why cant you? I have the money! I just told you that its not about the money. Its politics. He watches me seethe, his face nk. Maybe you should call the police. Is he fucking crazy? Besides the fact that they wouldnt do anything, Raf would kill me the moment I waved the restraining order in his face. And if he didnt, Vincent might. I knew your dad, he says suddenly. I liked him until he talked to the cops. He gave me a lot of problems. Im not my father! My voice rings out in the restaurant, momentarily cutting through the pleasant babble. Johnnys face hardens. I still find the idea of helping you repugnant. He nods to the men standing behind me, who grip my shoulders and lift me up. Please! I scream to his rapidly disappearing face. At least dont tell him where I am! Johnny gives me an apologetic smile as they drag me from the table, shoving the small of my back until Im practically thrown outside. The cold engulfs me like fog,ing in at all sides, seeping into my skin and making my bones ache. Is this it, then? I cant go over Johnnys head. He was my only shot. Game over.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. No, I refuse to ept this. My dad didnt raise a quitter, and Ill be damned if I let some hopped-up jerk take my life because he cant fucking handle that I dont want to be with him anymore. Ill buy a gun-Ill buy an arsenal. Ill look over my shoulder for the rest of my life. The unfairness of it all seethes in my guts. I whirl back around at the restaurant, half-wanting to sprint inside and p Johnny to make him understand how badly I need his help. Oh, he understands, but the asshole just doesnt give a shit about me. Who else is there? Think. I chew my thumb viciously as I walk down the street aimlessly, my eyes searching each storefront as though Ill see something or recognize someone, and after a while my legs tire and Im just so fucking cold. I had no idea how cold it was here. My fingertips are numb and sharp pains shoot through my toes. I cant stand it anymore. The door to a nearby bar opens and I rush toward it, grabbing the handle and disappearing inside the dark interior. Warmth painfully unthaws my fingers and toes. It feels as though my blood splinters like ice. Its a rustic bar-trendy, with battered wooden tables and clean, metal chairs. I pull one on the edge of the bar and sit down, cradling my head in my hands. There arent many people in here at this time-it probably just opened. Someone enters the bar from the backroom, and a distinct New York ent suddenly makes my head snap up and my blood pound. A hand curls around my shoulder, and Im a second away from screaming. Its Rafael. He caught up with me already. If you came here looking for revenge, I suggest you get in line, he growls in my ear. Its not him, but I still recognize that voice. I turn my head and recognize Tommys yful hazel eyes. God, he used toe over all the time. Dad loved him. Talked about him all the time. I havent seen him in months-I thought he was dead. Then my mind flicks to what he just said. Revenge for my fathers death? Heat strikes my chest. He must have had something to do with it, but so what? Everyone did. Do I look like Im here for revenge? He releases me as if Ive burned him and he steps back, disgust all over his face. Raf did that to you? Tommy, of course, knew all about my rtionship with Rafael. Hell, we had Christmas dinner together. We used to y cards. I always liked him, and he seemed to be devoted to my dad. #1 Chapter 14 Yeah. I just managed to escape. Pity shines all over Tommys face, and hope soars inside my chest like a balloon lifting to the sky. I know what you want to ask me. Johnny already called ahead. The answers still no. Im sorry. He stands there, looking healthy and happy in his fucking two-piece suit, giving me a sad smile as though he wishes he could help me. Fuck you. You owe me- I dont owe you a damn thing. I cant believe how cold his voice is, how devoid of human emotion it is. Why is it that every one of my dads friends treats me as a parasitic extension of my father? Did I talk to the cops? No. It hurts more than it should. I dont understand why you would do this to me. The pain breaks through my voice and emotion finally cracks through his hard gaze. Fine, hate my dad, but dont I deserve your help? We practically grew up together, and-youre just going-youre going to let him kill me? The anguish of being abandoned by virtually everyone I know twists my heart, and I dig my nails into my flesh. He flinches at the word kill and uncrosses his arms, looking at a loss. Fine. Elena, Im sorry, but theres nothing I can fucking do. Nothing? That sounds like bullshit. If I touched a hair on his head, Id be dead, he says tly. Those are the rules. I search his desperate eyes. Give me a job here. What? I said it without really thinking, but the idea grows in my head. Its a connected bar. Someones bound to have a gun at all times here. Please. Ill feel safer if Im surrounded by-guys like you. You dont know thenguage, hon. Neither do you! He gives me a wry smile. Youre just dying the inevitable. Tommy, please. The plea in my voice gets through to him and he frowns, sighing. Fine. Ill get you set up, but I dont want you toe in until youve healed. You look like hell. Youll scare my customers. Thank you, Tommy. Thank you. Its not much, but its a start.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Tommy, I need to ask you something else. He moans and rubs his face hard. What? I have money that I need you to keep safe for me. At once his face brightens. How much are we talking about? I lower my voice. About a hundred grand. Ill be happy to do that for a small fee. Ten percent. Ten percent? Thats ten thousand dors! Not like I have a choice. Fine. Ill send some guys to pick it up. Whats your address? He frowns when I give it to him. Raf will be able to find that, easily. I dont know what he expects me to do about it. ELENA Even after all this shit with my ex, I cant stop thinking about that man in the bar. Here I am, sitting in my new apartment in Montreal, fantasizing about another man. There are bigger fucking problems in my life, but I cant stop thinking about his rugged face-so different from Rafaels-and his five oclock shadow, which gave him the perfect bnce of disheveled and sexy. Hes the kind of guy who haunts your dreams after only one nce. Tall, dark, and handsome, but so gentle with his hands. He said things to me that I should hate for how fucking rude they were, but they gave me such a thrill from his honest voice. Theres something really sexy about a man who knows what he wants and doesnt hesitate to go after it. Tony was a breath of fresh air right when I needed it. He told me I was beautiful, promised to make mee on his tongue, and I wanted to let him. It was like feeling a ray of sunshine after a really long winter. I wanted to feel desired by a guy like that. Who wouldnt? But I panicked. I pped the most gorgeous man Ive ever seen, and I cant stop obsessing over it. Its ridiculous. My ex-boyfriend wants me dead and this is what my brain chooses to obsess over. I fantasize about that sexy bastard while I get ready for work in the apartment Tommy hooked me up with, hoping that Tony will be there. No, stay the fuck away. Rafael was a nightmare, remember? A grim sort of satisfaction stretches my face when I look in the mirror. Maria would be so proud. Here I am, making the same mistakes over and over again. Thest thing I want to do is start dating, but when I think about how it felt to have Tonys hands squeeze my tits, all reason flies out the window. Maybe Rafael moved on. All week hes been silent. I eye the dark phone sitting on the white sink. A thrill of apprehension runs through me when I pick it up and turn it on. He hasnt left any messages for days, but then I see a new voice mail and its from my sister. #1 Chapter 15 I y it. Elena, where the fuck are you? Your psycho boyfriend has been over here three times-hespletely out of his mind. What the fuck were you thinking, just leaving like this? You cant just- I end the message, breathing hard as I stare at my whitened face in the mirror. My hands grip the edge of the sink and blood pounds in my ears. I never meant anything like this to happen. Why cant he just leave me alone? My phone rings on the hard counter, and I watch it like a bomb. Even though I deleted his name from my contact list, the numbers dont lie. Its him. I need to talk to him-to exin to him that its over. Maybe then hell leave me alone. A stab of fear clenches my heart painfully, and I pick up the phone gingerly. Its going to explode in my hands. I ept the call, cringing as I press it to my ear. I just got out of jail. Your cunt of a sister called the cops on me-Where the fuck have you been? So that exins his silence over thest few days. Fuck. Raf, its over. I dont want to be with you anymore. So this is how you do it, you dumb fucking bitch? You just get up and leave in the middle of the night like some coward? Fuck him. Right, Im the coward. Youre the one beating on a defenseless woman. Go fuck yourself! What the fuck did you just say to me, bitch? Ill cut your fucking tongue out! LEAVE ME ALONE! The phone trembles in my hand. His voice strikes me to my very marrow, infecting me with fear. Its as though hes standing right outside my bathroom. Did you really think you could hide from me in Montreal? Did you really think that would work, that I wouldnt fucking find out? Im on my way right now, and when I get there you better have my fucking money- Im not giving you anything-its my money, so you can go fuck off and find some other bitch to beat up on! FUCK YOU! ILL FUCKING KILL YOU-! I rip the phone away from my ear and end the call, tossing the phone away from me as though its a live snake. The bathroom echoes with my gulping breaths, which sound unnaturally loud. Dont fucking cry. The room spins and I stumble to the toilet, sitting down hard as blood rushes to my face. Its over-its all fucking over. Hes going to go straight to Johnny, who will tell him exactly where I am, and theres no defending against him. Im fucked. Fucked! The loud, buzzing sound of my phone vibrates in my ears as if its inside my head. On silent, the phone rattles against the sink and finally falls to the floor. I have the strangest impulse to smash it-to kill it. I cant spend the night here. Thats an easy enough problem to fix, isnt it? I could find a hotel or something easily. But if he finds you there, youre just as fucked as you are here. I slowly dete, thinking hard. It shames me to admit it, but I need someone to protect me. For tonight, thatll be easy enough, right? Just find someone at the bar-and- Youre that fucking desperate? The pale shadow of a bruise stretches down my white face. Yeah, I am. It takes me three minutes to remove my boots and put my heels on until I realize Im trying to put them on the wrong foot. Rafael ising for me. Its only a matter of time before he finds out exactly where I am. I need to be in another ce, but more than that, I need to be protected. Basically, I need to go home with a guy. My face burns as I stare at myself in the mirror, imagining my sisters voice. Typical Elena. Always relying on someone else to fix your problems. This n is so fucking pathetic. One night isnt enough. The horrible, clenching feeling inside me trembles and almost breaks. A sob rises in my throat and I stamp it down. No. Do not do this. Do not give up yet. I want to give up. You can do this. But that voice sounds weak.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. Im wearing a lovely blouse I picked up with a diving neckline and leggings tight enough so that they wont miss a curve. High heels. Hair teased into a dark, messy mane. Its a funny thing. When your life is in danger, you really stop giving a shit about everything else. Pride. Ego. Decency. Whatever. All you care about is making it through the next day. The panic pulses inside me, fighting to w its way out of the clenched muscles around my stomach. I shouldnt be here. I should be miles away, running for my life. Fucks sake-just go to work. With a shaky sigh, I turn the knob and leave the bathroom, passing by the office on the way to the bar. Tommy does a double take from his desk and gives me a friendly smile. It warms me for a moment and then I feel a swooping, guilty sensation. Youll get nice tips tonight. Tommy, I say in a heavy voice. We might have trouble. He frowns and sits up straighter. Before he can say anything else, I head out into the bar, limbs shaking. It isnt packed, but its getting there. Men in business suits hang out near the counter, talking in rapid French. Young guys dressed in casual clothes leer at me as I walk by. A different sort of fear makes me grin a little too widely. Growing up, I never had this kind of attention from men. Its intimidating and ttering at the same time. Ey, Pitoune! Viens icit! A voice calls out from my left, and Ive learned enough French to realize that this probably means: Hey, baby. Cmere! Or something like that. #1 Chapter 16 I turn toward the obnoxious voice. He leans against the wall and shakes his Molson beer. Un autre. Another one. A sweet smile spreads across my face as I slowly size him up. He might be connected-hes not wearing a suit, but he looks too young anyway.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. I gaze at the men,pletely alien to the way men are when no one knows who I am or who my father was. Its strange to feel so many eyes on me like this. I keep scanning the crowd, but deep down theres really only one guy who made an impression on me. My heart pounds, thinking about how confident Tony was when he kissed me. He knew I had an ex-boyfriend in the mob, and he didnt care. He wanted me anyway. The energy in the bar is warm and rowdy. I scan the crowd as I give out drink orders, stumbling through French and English to find out what they want. The hours fly by, and the bar slows down. I remember why Im here and I peek at my phone, seeing another barrage of text messages from Rafael. My throat closes up as Tommy peers into the bar, looking surprised to see me. Elena, your shift ended an hour ago. I grit my teeth and look into his unconcerned eyes. Please-I dont want to go home. Just let me work. The edges of his lips lift slightly and he nods. All right. He gives me another long look and disappears into the back. I know that if Im here when Tommys around, Ill be safe. What the fuck am I going to do when the bar closes? Genevieve, the bartender, flies around me with drink orders as I scan the men sitting there. In sheer desperation, I study them. Some of them dont even nce at me. Theyre too busy texting on their phones. Then my gaze almost skips over him. Tony. The man who I pped just a few days ago. Hes the biggest guy in the bar by far and he sits in his seat, twirling his cocktail with a small smile as he looks across the beer taps, right at me. His eyes strike at me with the force of a javelin. I feel immediately warm, and my face flushes as I smile back at him. Hes not pissed. That washes over me in a wave of relief. Despite his immacte suit, theres something rough about him. Maybe its the dark hair, flying around his head as if he intentionally mussed it up-or his hooded, unflinching eyes, or the way he watches me with a thrilling confidence. Im drawn to it like a moth to a me. A slow burn builds up over my face as I watch him closely, unable to sustain his heated gaze. What a joke. I pped him when he hit on me the other day. It was one of my first few days in Montreal, and I was stressed out of my mind. He still deserved it, but hell probablyugh in my face if I ask him out now. The corner of his mouth lifts in a grin and his eyes flick down to my cleavage, slowly raking up my body until he meets my gaze again. His eyebrows lift and he gives me another devious smirk, one that sends a hot line of desire all the way down my back. Holy fuck, if that isnt an invitation, I dont know what is. Then I know that hes the one I have to go home with. Just like that, my mind is made up. My cheeks flush when I think about straddling his waist, his full mouth kissing a line down my throat. I wanted to go home with the meanest-looking man in the bar, and he fits the bill exactly. He turns his head and the smile evaporates from his face. Suddenly he looks like a viper, ready to strike. Like he could fuck up the first person who touches him. Jesus. Im startled by the transformation, and I lose my nerve for a moment. Suppose hes worse than Rafael? Dont really have a choice. Yeah, Im that desperate. So how do I do it? Do I just ask him now? Apologize first? Ive never done this before. Rafael was my first, and he was the one who pursued me. It shouldnt be that hard-just pretend youre someone else! I grab a ss from the counter and pour a beer, blushing hard as I walk from the bar to give him a drink. No, this wont work if you act like a blushing virgin. You need to be desirable. Be desirable. Right. Ipose myself for a moment and head for his back, trying to ignore the wildly flying butterflies in my stomach. The bar is so packed that I have to squeeze my body beside him. My heart pounds somewhere in my throat as I take his shoulder with my left hand and slide the drink under his nose. God, this guy has muscles. I can feel them through his suit. His shoulder is rock hard. His head turns slightly. Who is this from? I smile at him, cocking my head. Me. His lips pull slightly. If youre here to hit me again, think again. You got me once, sweetheart. You wont get me again. He takes a sip from the drink politely and licks his lips slowly. Damn. The way he looks at me sends shivers down my spine. I really-I wanted to apologize for that. It was rude, Im sorry. Actually, you kind of deserved it. Are you? Or are you just here to ask me for something? There are other women looking at him hopefully from across the bar, and a spasm of fear suddenly clenches my heart. Now what do I do? My heart pounds absurdly hard against my chest as he leans on the bar, turning his body toward me. Im struck by his size, and his closeness momentarily robs me of breath. His eyes watch me with an unrelenting intensity, and he smiles, deep dimples carving into his face. A swooping feeling in my stomach makes me weak, and I forget about my brazen n. I am really sorry. I was just-really stressed. My fingers brush his shoulder again, and he turns his head. Heart hammering, I lean closer and touch my lips to his cheek. The smell of his hair surrounds me for a moment and then I pull back, already blushing hard. He doesnt smile. Look, I told you before. I cant help you. I know. I sit down next to him, not knowing where the hell I should start. He was all over me the other night, but now hes keeping his distance. You did p him, idiot. I-I want to take you up on your offer. Take me up on my offer? He smiles,ughing through his nose. Its called fucking, Elena. You want me to fuck you. Say it. The word ms through me. Fuck. From his mouth, it sounds so damn dirty. I wont lie, the thought of going home with him and stripping off all my clothes scares the shit out of me. The mans gorgeous, but that doesnt take away from the fact that the only man Ive ever been with is Rafael. Ive never had a one-night stand. Never would have considered jumping into bed with a guy this quickly. Spending the night alone might mean a death sentence. Id much rather be wrapped in Tonys arms, with his sweat clinging to my skin. Id rather feel his lips all over my body, and his tongue gently stroking my clit. Jesus. #1 Chapter 17 I want you. I dont think its possible for my cheeks to burn any brighter than they are. He raises his eyebrows. I want you to fuck me. What if my offer expired? My heart skips in my chest as I search his face desperately. He cant-he doesnt mean that, right? Then I just have to change your mind. I get up from the chair and move between his legs as his eyes, shining with amusement, follow me. My hand curls over his massive thigh. Damn, hes so warm. His warmth zes through the cks and sparks fly over my skin. What are you doing? I ignore him, keeping my eyes locked on his as I slowly ride up his muscr thighs, heading for the bunched-up fabric between his legs. The shape of his cock is just visible. Whats it look like? Im getting you hard. I try to fight down a grin, but it doesnt quite work. Laughter booms from his chest and he shakes his head at me. Right here in front of everyone? Why not? He cocks his head. If my cock is out in a room filled with guys, I better be fucking a girl. I make a sound at the back of my throat as I grab his hardening cock. It twitches in my hand and Tony lets out a small groan. Looks like its working. His face darkens as he lets out a primal growl that makes my core contract. Any guy will get hard with a chicks hand on his cock. Oh-so you dont want to fuck me? I find the head of his cock and give it a squeeze and he makes another deep rumble in his throat. His eyes smolder with desire. Im in a bar, surrounded with people who can see exactly what Im doing if they nce over. I suspect the bartender saw something, because she keeps throwing me a big smile. He suddenly grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. Enough. Sorry, did you get too close? Please, Im not that easy. Tonys cock strains against his cks like an iron rod shoved down pants that are too tight. He shifts his jacket to hide his boner, and then he pulls me close enough to kiss. I turned him on too well, and now hes pissed. My heart pounds in my head and Im startled by the electricity between us. I dont like being teased. Im not teasing you. I just thought you liked cutting through the bullshit. A slow smile tiptoes across his face. Not exactly what I meant. He still wont let go of my wrist, but I dont really want him to. The noise in the bar drops to a distant rumble. Im close enough to smell the musky scent clinging to his skin-no cologne at all, just Old Spice. My mouth waters when his thumb caresses my wrist. What makes you think you can just grab my dick like that?Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Thats a good question. You didnt stop me. His eyes crease as his lips lift in a faint smile, and warmth inexplicably floods my skin. What the fuck do you want from me? I smile back, grateful that he isnt pissed off. My voice dips lower. I want you to bring me home. My eyes flick toward the other girls in the bar watching us surreptitiously. Bullshit. His hands suddenly wrap around my waist and my heart flutters. Im faint as his fingers stroke the exposed area just above my hipbones. Its not bullshit. Then I soften my voice, loving the attention hes giving me. I want you. I dont doubt that you want me to fuck you, sweetheart. Every girl wants to fuck me. I just dont know what you really want. So hes a cocky asshole, isnt he? I move my lips to his ear, our cheeks pressed together. Tony, we can argue about what I really want all night, or you can literally take me home right now and fuck me. A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. His fingernails slightly drag over the skin at my waist. You said you could make me forget about my ex. Was that true or are you full of shit? He regards me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my lips. Why should I give you the time of day after you pped me? His tone makes me want to flinch, and I feel like an idiot for pursuing someone like him. Hes a man who spends his days doing God knows what for the mob. There are scuff marks all over his knuckles and his Tough Guy attitude is too familiar. He reminds me way too much of the guys back home. Because you want me, too. Thats true, isnt it? Then I tug his tie and lean my face forward, crushing my lips against his startled ones. Im determined to make him want me, but Im surprised at how much I want him. Heat spreads like a fire under my skin the moment his tongue slides inside my mouth, and I dig my fingers in his hair, which is softer than I realize. God, he smells incredible, and his mouth tastes amazing. My palm spreads over his broad chest and travels down his dress shirt, to his waist. Then I ride my palm over his hardening cock, and I give him a squeeze. He breaks off the kiss and gives me that sleepy, lustful look that sends a jolt of excitement through my heart. Then he reaches into his pants and pulls out a few bills, pping them on the counter. TONY I dont know what the fuck this crazy bitch wants from me. One minute Im flirting with this hot broad who brought me a drink, and the next shes grabbing my dick in a bar full of people. Jesus. I didnt know what to expect when she made a beeline for me at the bar, but I was fullymitted to spending the next fifteen or twenty minutes torturing her before taking her home and fucking the shit out of her. Then her hand moved up my thigh and my cock sprung to life. Heat rushed into my veins like whiskey and all I could think about was how it felt. It was as if we had fucked many times before. She surprised me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from my cock, my heart pounding in my ears as my dick twitched and twitched in my pants. #1 Chapter 18 What a crazy bitch. What a crazy, hot bitch. Red gs ze at me at the back of my mind, but her hand rolls over my groin and squeezes. It lengthens underneath her delicate fingers. Shes a Mafia princess. I thought that she was probably uptight and boring like the rest of the girls connected with the life. Within a few seconds of apologizing, she grabbed my cock. So much for that theory. Elenas pretty smile makes my heart clench again, or maybe its the fact that she keeps stroking my cock. Fuck, its hard to concentrate. Unconsciously I p some money on the bar and catch Tommys eye near the back. He grins at me and shakes his head, disappearing to the back. Go ahead and tell Johnny about this, I dont give a fuck. I love easy pussy, and this one seems wild. What the fuck would possess a chick to grab a strangers cock? Shes either horny out of her mind or on drugs, but her eyes look clear to me. I close my hand over her wrist and pull her body over myp. Hold on a second, hon. She sighs, shifting her hips over myp. My cock makes a loud protest that I try to ignore. What is it? Tell me what you want. Thest time she saw me, she asked me to kill her ex. An irritated look shes over her face. Do you want to take me home or not? Whoa. Ill take you home and fuck you in due time, but first I want to know what you want from me. Her fingers brush against my neck and her lips fall against mine. She kisses me, if you can call that a kiss. Tantalizing lips and tongue brush over my mouth, barely there. It heats my chest and makes my heart pound. I havent had good sex in months. What changed between now and thest time you saw me? I say in a low voice. I-I was overwhelmed with personal things. I dont buy it-not the fact that she doesnt want to fuck me-but that she doesnt want anything from me. She asked me to get rid of her ex the first time. Shell probably ask again. Whatever. I just want to fuck her. All right, lets get out of here. Elena returns from the back of the bar, all dressed up for the outdoors, but leaves her wool coat open, probably so that I cant miss her cleavage. Nothing about this girl makes sense. She acts like an unapologetic slut, but she doesnt look like one. Theres very little makeup on her face, and what little there is enhances her natural beauty. She looks like the girl next door. Innocent. Fresh. I stiffen as she bumps against my side and slides her small hand in mine. Then I smile to myself. Definitely not a whore. Your ce or mine? Yours, she says immediately. My cock stirs when she looks at me under her eyshes. Damn, this chick fucking wants me. Its suspicious, but my dick could care less. I take her to my car and my hand slips from hers. I open the door for her, and she smiles and gets in. She rubs her fingers for warmth as I start the car and gives me a wide, yful grin. Im going to have you every which way. I must be driving 80 kilometers per hour down these fucking streets. Her hand lies on my thigh like a hot brand. Her fingers make small movements, driving me nuts as she slowly inches closer and closer to my groin. I nearly blow through a red light, and sheughs. The sound of herughter echoes in my car, and I catch a glimpse of her smiling face. Strands of her hair cling to her mouth as sheughs and then she slowly pulls them away from her face, and I want to keep looking at her. Jesus. Get in control. Finally I park outside my brownstone. My heart beats steadily, slowly picking up the pace as it realizes how close I am to getting my cock wrapped in her pussy. Then her hand curls around my arm just as Im about to open the door. I turn my head, and she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me. She shoves her goddamn tongue down my throat. Its fucking hot, I immediately go for her tits. I unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing a ckce bra and her creamy-white tits. She inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hand under her bra and squeeze her. I love her warmth. I break from her mouth and grab a fistful of her hair. If you dont stop, Im going to fuck you right now in this car. You can do anything you want with me. I let out a small groan as I look at the door. Its all the way over there. Take her inside. Thest thing Johnny needs is one of his guys getting busted for public indecency. Get out of the car. The voice I use surprises me, but she obeys instantly. I get out with a little bit of difficulty and drape my coat to cover my rock-hard erection. Smiling, she walks up to me and takes my hand, leading me toward the door. When were at the top of the steps, my head burns with the things I want to do to this broad. Her chest flushes with color as I pin her against the door, and I dig my cock into her thigh so that she knows how hard I am. Elenas dark eyes sh at me when I take her small chin between my fingers. Not many girls get me this turned-on.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. Her tits bump against my chest as she straightens. My heart flips when she kisses me, and I sigh into her, moving forward, but she pulls back with a slick smile. Shes got me right where she wants me. Fuck. I want to be the best fuck youve ever had. It turns me on to hear how eager she is to please me, but I really doubt shell make that much of asting impression. What makes you think youre going to be the best? Ive been with a lot of women, and Ill be with a lot more after you. She gives me a smoldering look. Because I want you more than anyone else youve been with. Wow. #1 Chapter 19 Her fingers sy over the back of my neck, making my skin tingle as she nts another soft kiss on my mouth. Well, fuck me. This girl could bepletely out of her mind, but I can handle her. Ive fucked crazy chicks before. Who the fuck cares, moron! Shut up and fuck her! She tries to open the door, even though its locked. Myughter echoes in the street, and she turns to me with a blush. Slow down, ma belle. Youll taste my cock soon enough. When I finally approach my door, she slips between my arms. Her hot mouth descends over my neck and she unbuttons my dress shirt, and I know there wont be any bullshit the moment we step through that door. No getting drinks or making boring small talk or watching a movie. Weve barely said any words to each other, and Im hard enough to pound nails. The keys miss the hole several times-its hard to concentrate when her hands on my dick and she keeps jerking me off through my cks. Finally the door bursts open and her hands yank my coat, pulling me inside. Normally I like to take control, but this is so fucking hot that I just let her. The door ms shut and silence descends over us, but its not awkward. Its simmering. Her eyes widen slightly as she stands in my apartment, suddenly looking vulnerable. My hips bump into hers, and I sweep back her hair from her face. A strange feeling clenches my heart when I look at her. I dont understand it. Youre fucking beautiful. A switch seems to flip inside her and her hands sweep off my coat. Then theytch over my belt and she pulls me forward, grinning. Its my turn to fuck you the way I want, since I asked for it first. Actually I asked for it first, but I let her take control. I dont know how long Illst-there wont be anything in the world to stop me from throwing her over my kitchen table if she keeps teasing me. I pull her close to me, the very smell of her hair arousing me. Everything about her makes it so fucking hard not to act out on my urges. I cant promise you that Ill wait for my turn. Elena smirks in response and leads me into my living room, where theres arge mirror. She drags a chair in front of the mirror and pushes me hard into it. It makes meugh, but I pretend to stumble backward into it. She stands close enough for me to see the stitching of her clothes, and then she rips them off. I follow the hem of her shirt as she pulls it over her creamy-white skin, over the swell of her breasts, and then I watch her toss her head as the shirt sails into the air. A seductive smile spreads over her face as she slowly undoes the sp of her bra. Fuck, shes good at it. I feel as though Im watching a professional strip show, except none of them ever made me this fucking hard in my life. The straps torturously fall down her arms one by one, and then the bra falls from her tits, which are big enough for me to lose myself in. Holy fucking Christ. Maddon, you have great tits. Im desperately trying to keep my cool-to not grab her- You think so? she says innocently, as if the bitch doesnt already fucking know. The small pink nipples contract in the air, and I want so badly to grab her fucking waist and fondle her tits. I want to bite her neck and her nipples and sink my teeth into her corbone. I want her. She bends over before I can act on it, and I stare at her tits drooping down into perfect teardrop shapes. Her leggings snag at her waist and she pulls them all the way off her small, hairless thighs. Then her shaven pussy glistens in the low light. Oh Jesus. She ys with my belt. The sound is almost painful to my ears. I want to rip it off and fuck her, and use the belt to make big welts on her ass for taking so fucking long. Impletely out of my element, and Im not used to it. Im used to ordering the girl around, getting what I want. Im about ten seconds away from losing all control. My cks pull down to my knees, and my cock jumps as she rips my briefs down. Then she straddles my waist, grabbing me in her fist, her tits in my face. Oh God, tits. She sinks down, right over my throbbing cock. Her wet cuntpletely swallows it. Condom! I dont give a fuck right now. Elenas beautiful body rises, her tits pping my face as she sinks back down on me with that incredible, wet heat gripping my cock. She moans in my ear. Youre so fucking big. So deep-ah! She fucks me hard, riding my cock like Im a goddamn bull, and I take her hips in my hands. Its overwhelming-her tits in my face, her tiny waist moving up and down. Her sweet pussy swallowing me. God, its been so long since Ive fucked a girl bareback, I forgot how good it was. Her lips attack mine with a passion Ive never experienced before, even in all my drug-induced, frenzied fucks. Her hands fuck up my hair, and then she yanks as she drops down hard, my balls smacking against her pussy. Then she turns my head to the side. Look. I see myself in the mirror,ughing and half-dressed as a naked girl bounces on myp, her tits pping my face. She grinds herself on my cock as she twists with a moan. Fuck, its an incredibly hot sight. I could stare at her all fucking day. Do you like this? Fuck yes. The sounds of her body bouncing on me are almost enough to make mee. She pants from the exertion of bouncing on me, moaning when I lift my hips to fuck her deep. Then suddenly she raises herself from my waist, and cold air hits my wet dick. What the fuck are you doing? Sucking your cock. Shes already between my knees, gripping my iron rod of a dick in her hands. Her mouth slides over my length, and its like slipping into paradise. Tight, hot, wet. Her tongue slides down me as her mouth sucks the juices from her pussy. Fuck. Holy fuck. My nerves scream as she moves her wet little mouth up and down me, nearly gagging at times. The sweet, innocent Mafia princess can suck cock like a champ. It blows my mind. A growing pressure behind my dick fills me with a burning desire to fuck the shit out of her mouth, but shes determined to control everything. I get a nice view of her body as she sucks me off, and then she does something with her mouth. A stream of precum flows out of me as she uses my cock like a lollipop, the obscene, sucking noises almost too much for me. I pop out of her mouth and she grins at me, still fisting me. I want you toe in my mouth. I like that idea. Suddenly she climbs over myp again and aims my aching cock toward her pussy. A delicious sigh leaves her mouth as she sinks down. Her thighs smack against mine as she fucks me furiously, her tits smashed against my face. Ive never been fucked like this before-Holy shit! My hands curl over her shoulders and I drive my hips upward, my lips meeting hers. Her tongue, honeyed with some sweet drink, sweeps into my mouth as her teeth bite down. Shes fucking wild. My heart pounds in my chest like a battering ram, and then she sweeps my hair from my face and kisses me again. Its intense, almost as if Im some kind of long-lost lover. Her cunt squeezes me as she sinks down hard enough to hurt my balls, and then they tighten. Its building up-this girls going to make me fuckinge in five minutes like some kind of chump. I-Im going to- Cold air stings me again as she leaps off and sinks to her knees. Her hot mouth swallows me again, a ring of pressure around the base of me. She takes my hand and ces it behind her head, and I ball my fingers in her hair. She wants me to fuck her mouth. I oblige the filthy slut, digging my cock inside her as deep as shell take me-which is really fucking deep. Her lips brush the base of my balls and her tongue sweeps me from side to side, igniting a million pleasure nerves. I choke her throat. It makes me fucking insane to hear the sounds my dick makes when it moves down her bulging neck. Then I grab the sides of her head and I feel it-a hot rush of cum bursting through my cock.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. My moan echoes throughout the kitchen as I bury myself deep, my manhood spurting long jets in the back of her throat. She keeps her mouth sealed and sucks every drop from me. Ecstasy shakes my thighs as I keep pumping inside her, until finally her lips pop from me. She rises to her feet and sits on myp. And then I feel incredibly unsatisfied. #1 Chapter 20 I wanted her pussy, and I got her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, still giving me that unsettling, deep stare. Next time, you get to fuck me however you like.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. A grin spreads across my face. Next time? Who said there would be a next time? But I know that there will be. Shes too damn hot and willing. I know its against my rules-I know that Im supposed to kick her out now, but I cant help it. I want her again. And again. I liked what you did with your mouth. My fingers trace her lips, and then I lean forward, inexplicably drawn to her. She kisses me as though she wants me again, and then I reach underneath for her pussy and its still soaking wet. Well, well, well. Im on birth control, by the way. Part of me doesnt believe her, and part of me doesnt give a shit. She squeals as I stand up with her in my arms and pivot on the spot, heading for my bedroom. Im going to fuck the shit out of you tonight. You wont be able to walk straight for a week because youve been with me. I let you have your fun, and now its my turn. Elena gives me a coy smile as I set her down on my bed, and she immediately ys with my cock. It grows in her hands as I feel the blood pulse through it. Goddamn it. How does she do that to me? Her hair fans out behind her as she lies on her back, her knees pushed together. My eyes wander down her thighs to her swollen pussy, still wet for me. I want you to fuck me until Im numb. Even when I beg you to stop. Yeah? You want more of this? She does. Elena smiles under her eyshes. Go ahead and suck it like a good slut. A faint blush tinges her cheeks as she sits up on her knees and does exactly what I asked her. I sigh as her lips pass over the head of my cock to make that wonderful, sucking noise that immediately gets my dick hard. Shes good enough to make me want toe inside her pretty mouth again. Watching her lick every drop from me was amazing, but I want her to get hot for me. I want her to beg me for more. I pull my hips away from her and she looks up at me with a questioning look. Then I smooth my hand over her flushed tits and gently push her back down. Spread those beautiful legs for me. Theyre so soft. I run my hands along her inner thighs as she opens them for me, exposing her pink pussy. My mouth waters just thinking about having her buck against my tongue. I spread a hand over her belly as I kneel down between her legs and breathe in her scent. Its heady with the smell of usbined. She looks at me. Tony. Then her voice lifts into a cry as my mouth smothers her pussy. My tongue flicks her clit, already swollen with need, and then I lick her all the way back to the front. Her back arches and her legs shiver. She reaches out, trying to touch me, and her knees tighten around my head. And I smile against her cunt. Please, Tony-please dont! It sounds as though shes crying for the opposite. She fists the sheets, bucking madly as my chin runs with her juices. My tongue fucks her deeper as my mouth sucks her little clit, and then I pull back when her breathing quickens. Fuck me! I want to. My cock is hard enough so that I feel every painful throb of my heart through the veins in my dick. Shes soaking wet and her pussy will let me glide through without any resistance, and everything inside me thinks that Im fucking crazy for not fucking her already. My fingers slide right through her pussy, curling upward. When she makes a sharp moan, I know Ive hit the right spot. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I tongue her clit. Its so fucking wet, and then she pounds the mattress with her fist. Just fuck me already! Please! Iugh, my breath billowing over her clit. You want me that badly? My mouth makes a seal on her inner thigh and I suck until theres a bright-red mark. Her face twitches as if shes in pain, and then she grabs my hand. I wanted you the moment I saw you. Im ready with a sneer the moment the words leave her mouth. She has no idea how many women Ive been through. I dont give a fuck about anything, but when she looks at me like that, I believe her. I take her in my arms-she doesnt weigh a thing-and I carry her to the living room, dick throbbing. My high-rise has a wall of ss separating the building from the outside. Elenas cheeks darken when she realizes what I have nned, but she doesnt object. I want the whole world to see us fucking. She slides from my waist, and I rip the shirt and tie from my body, gazing out into the cold outdoors. There are countless glowing windows on the other side of the street. Were easily visible. Everyones going to be able to see her tits pressed up against the ss as I fuck her from behind. Elena hesitates as I turn her around so that she can see the faint outline of her reflection. This is-I- My lips bend to her ear. If you want my cock, youll bend over and ce your palms t on the ss. My arm wraps around her tits and gives them a squeeze, and for a moment I think shes going to chicken out. She freezes. Then she bends over obediently, palms t against the ss. She waits for me, her thighs quivering. Her head lifts so that anyone looking will see the expressions on her face. Her cheek presses against the ss as I aim my dick inside her slick pussy and ease in. Fuck, she feels good. Her walls let me glide right in, opening up for my cock. She lifts her head and gasps when I grind against her hips. I jerk toward me as I pound her in earnest, screams ripping from her throat to bounce all around us as I nail her against the ss. She forgets all about her embarrassment and ttens her elbows against the cold wall. Tony! Oh my God! Yes, thats what I was fucking waiting for. Scream for me, honey. Shes bouncing against my cock so hard that her tits swing back and forth in beautiful, teardrop shapes. I reach under her and grope one of them as she tries to turn her head with a smoldering look that makes me want toe all over her face. I want more of her. She straightens her back as I tighten my arm around her waist, lifting her up to fuck her hard against the ss. Her tits press against it and I imagine the sight from the other side: two huge tits in perfect circles, the side of her face a mask of frustration and pleasure. I think I see a light flicker from the opposite side of the street, and a dark figure stands silhouetted against the light. Hes facing us. A thrill shoots up my spine as I hammer her wet cunt, her cries almost frantic now. What a beautiful sound, and its all for me. The pressure builds up in my balls, and I see myself thrusting behind her sexy ass, arms wrapped around my woman as I im her pussy. Then it rips through me like the force of a bomb. My groan mingles with her shouts as I bury myself deep, and then incredible relief fires into my veins as I st cum into her soaked pussy. I grab her throat as I thrust hard, and she twists in my arms slightly to kiss me. Her stung lips part into a small moan as I slide in and out of her. I feel lightheaded. #1 Chapter 21 I pull out, watching as cum slips out and runs down her legs. Anxiety suddenly punctures my euphoria. I always use a condom. Always. How did this girl make me forget to use one? We copse on the couch together and she sits across my legs, nuzzling my neck. Ive never been fucked like that in my life. Calm settles over my limbs as I let her curl up next to me. I always hate this part-theing down from a high that always makes me feel a goddamn void. Its usually also the time I start my countdown to the minutes I gently ask the girl to leave, but I dont feel like Im in a hurry this time. I rub the back of her neck as she nts kisses on my throat, and its more than pleasant. Something ufortable bristles inside me. Fuck. I shouldnt let her stay long. I know. Youre a confident guy, arent you? I am when ites to fucking. My skin shivers when she gives me a kiss right under my ear. You should be. Elena pulls back and beams at me. The smile she gives me makes me want her again, but Ive already broken my rules once. She needs to get the fuck out. Ive got work to do tonight. She stiffens as she recognizes the dismissal and her eyes suddenly look so sad that its like a knife to my gut. No you dont. A slow smile spreads across my face. Sorry, hon, but I do. Her lip quivers and I see the destruction all over her. Her eyes swim and a tear runs down her cheeks. Im used to seeing chicks crying all the time, most of the time from rage, but this is different. This makes me feel bad. Not just in a general guilty sense, but in a way that makes my blood cold. She takes my face in her hands and bites down on her lip viciously. Please let me stay the night. Theres a tugging feeling in my chest that I despise. She runs her thumb over the stubble on my jaw and pleads me with her eyes. I think about those bruises on her neck. Why? Let her fucking stay! Elena shakes her head violently. I just need to stay here for one night. Just let me stay here, and I swear Ill never bother you again if thats what you want. The red gs are in mes. The sweetness evaporates from my voice. All right. I dont usually do this, but Ill let you stay so long as you dont give me drama in the morning. She flinches from the coldness in my voice, but nods gratefully.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Thank you. The warmth from her body disappears as she gets up from myp and pads to the entrance to gather her clothes, and I hate the sting of cold from her absence. Blood pounds in my head as I go back inside my bedroom and pick a pair of boxers. The nagging feeling grows as I brush my teeth in the bathroom. Shell give me a hard time in the morning. I just know it. Shell cry. Shell moan. Shellin. Fucking idiot. Shouldnt have told her she could stay. The mattress sinks as I sit down and wait for her toe inside. Ten minutester I stand up with a growl and search for her. What the fuck is she doing? Then I see her body curled up on the couch, trembling from the cold. What a fucking asshole you are, Tony. It hits my gut, seeing her like that. She thinks I want her on the couch, that shes not good enough for my bed. That couldnt be further from the truth. I just dont want attachments. My shirtless reflection res at me from the ss window, and I fix my expression, walking toward the curled-up girl. She stiffens when Iy my hand on her head. Come. Its okay, she says in a reedy voice. Im fine. Come. My mother didnt raise me to be an asshole to girls. I take her hand and she follows me into the bedroom. I crawl under the sheets, and she follows swiftly, adding her warmth to my king-sized bed. Thanks, Tony. Dont thank me. I dont want to feel anything for her. Thats the whole fucking point of my one night rule. I turn my back on my guilt and shut the light, imagining the grateful smile on her face in the dark. A soft feeling on my cheek, and then lips kissing my eyes open. Its peaceful. Beautiful. Then I look directly into her dark eyes, slightly creased with sadness. The warmth in my chest disappears and I adjust myself under the sheets, noticing with a dyed fog that her naked tits press into my chest. My cock wakes up sharply and my eyes re open. From the look on her face, she isnt wearing anything else. Well, thats one way to wake up. Bonjour, mademoiselle. Hi. Elenas lips seal against mine as her hand anchors over my cock. It stiffens almost immediately, and Elena pulls back, smirking. I didnt fuck you hard enoughst night? No, I dont think so. My mouth gapes open slightly as I feel heat rolling from her body. Shes not lying-I can feel her wetness when I curl my hand between her thighs. Ites back soaking. I just cant let her leave unsatisfied. #1 Chapter 22 Fuck yes. My body rolls to the side and I yank open the nightstand drawer, fishing for a condom. Using my teeth, I tear it open and roll it over my rock-hard cock. No frills. Just a quick, hard fuck. She wraps her legs around me and gasps as I fuck her pussy, hammering her hard until she clutches my shoulders, screaming. Its different when you can see their faces clearly in the daylight. Every vulnerability isid out in the open for me, and Elena bares it all. She doesnt hide. Her back arches, thrusting her tits into my chest as I bury myself as deep as I can. If I could fuck every feeling away, I would. Then my legs shudder and I groan into her neck as her pussy clenches over my cock. She digs her nails into my scalp and then sinks into the sheets as the orgasm wipes every worry from her face. I copse beside her, breathing hard. My dick is fucking sore, and for once Im not in a hurry to make her leave. Im just exhausted. She curls next to me, her arm syed across my chest. Its a nice view. Christ, shell be masturbation material for a long time. The events ofst night slide over my eyes like a highly graphic porn video, and I smile to myself as I stroke her back lightly. Then I remember her tears when I asked her to leave and the smile disappears. She nearly begged me to stay the night. Why? Why were you so upsetst night? I tell myself I shouldnt care-I dont care, but its a curiosity. Elenas face freezes, but she stays silent.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org. I did what you wanted. Cant you at least tell me why I had to let you stay? The breath hitches in her throat and she opens and closes her mouth. I start to get impatient, but I force myself to wait it out. Let her talk. I needed a safe ce to crash. I thought it had something to do with the ex. Call the cops. Hell kill me before I can get a restraining order. I wont lie, its not umon to hear about a wise guy pping around his girl. Its frowned upon, but tolerated because no one ever sees the abuse. Theres always an exnation for the bruises, even though we all know the truth. It sickens me. One of the many things I cant stand about the life. So your solution is to what? Fuck me? Get him jealous or something? No, I just didnt want to be home. Acrid bile rises in my throat when I look at her worried face. Johnny told me to keep an eye on you. She lets out a sound through her nose. What the fuck? He just wants to make sure you dont do anything stupid. For a moment she looks furious and I brace myself for the hell storm thats sure to follow, but she detes almost instantly. Please dont make me go back to him. The fear trembling her voice makes me curious. It also adds a bad taste to my mouth. No ones going to make you do anything, but no ones going to help you either. She says nothing for a while. I just dont want to be with him. A gaunt look ovees her face. Her eyes are listless as they stare into mine and then drop away. She slides away from my arms to sit on the edge of the bed. Theres nothing but the coarse sound of her legs moving over the sheets, and somehow its grating to my ears. Something goes through me when I watch her bent-over back. Self-disgust, maybe. Elena bends her face into her hands for a few seconds before inhaling a long breath, and I have a sudden desire to slide next to her and wrap an arm around her, but I dont make a move. She picks up her clothes one by one and pulls them on. The misery on her face bothers me more than Id like to admit, but theres nothing I can do for her. Nothing. If Iid a hand on him, I would get killed. Made members arent allowed to be touched without permission. Im willing to fuck her, but not to stick my neck out for her. I really am a bastard. I open my mouth, but theres really nothing to say to her. Not when shes leaving my ce, and Ill probably never be alone with her again. Though I suppose Ill see her if she works at Tommys bar. Can I have your number? The question startles me, and I hate myself even more when I have to turn her down. Sorry, but I never see a girl twice. Disappointment floods her pretty face as she nods. Thank God, she doesnt cry. I walk her to the door, grappling with changing my goddamn mind, and then she whirls around to grab my shoulders. Hanging in the doorway, she kisses me as though its thest time. I suppose it is, but no ones ever made me aware of that quite like her. Damn, shes beautiful. Her thigh bumps into my cock as she crushes her mouth against mine. A weak feeling spreads through my limbs and I grin when she reaches around to grab my ass. I guess I should count myself lucky that you fucked me more than once. I like the fact that she just brushes it off as though its nothing. Shes not a crier. Shes tough. Elenas flushed lips pull into a sad smile as she steps back from me and gives me a little wave. See you. Bye. Then I watch her flounce down the steps and walk down the street. I keep watching her even though the cold rolls over my bare feet and makes them numb. ELENA Snow dusts my jacket as I walk down the white street. Heaps of fresh white pile on the sidewalk, and its fucking freezing. My toes are numb. The cold air stings my eyes and the white burns. But its beautiful. I brush my cotton gloves over a dusting of powder, and immediately regret it when it soaks through, stinging my fingertips. I walk past brownstones, and see a brilliant ssh of red on some fresh snow. It looks like juice, but it reminds me of blood. #1 Chapter 23 Then I think of how beautiful it would look-my body on the snow, a halo of red around my head. The irony makes me smile. What the fuck is wrong with me? Everything just feels surreal. Thesest few months felt like a practical joke. Im aware that I should be worried for myself. I should race down these frozen streets and ask Tommy for a gun, or hell, just keep running. Something that might give me a fighting chance at survival. Is it crazy thatst night is the only thing I want to think about? The moment I saw him in the bar, I wanted him. Yeah, hes just another bad boy-a wise guy whos going to chew me up and spit me out, just like Rafael did. At least he had the decency to be honest with me. You cant say that about most men. Usually they ignore you because they dont even think youre worthy of dealing with. I didnt care, though. It was instant fire through my veins, the moment I locked eyes with him. He had an amazing body-ripped, and he used it like a pro. He wanted me to get off. He enjoyed it. Beyond that, I didnt really think it through. I thought that if I went home with him, at least Id be safe for one night. What a crazy night. My face burns when I think about how he utterly destroyed all my expectations. He was so fucking good. I felt like I was floating on clouds the whole time, but it wasnt anything more than a great night. It would always be just one night. I mull him over, unable to cool the burn that spreads over my skin. I cant stop thinking about those eyes full of sin and his devilish smile, hinting that hes nothing but trouble. Tony is the kind of bad boy I always lusted after, until I realized just how bad they really are. Forget about him. It would be easier to forget how to breathe. Why am I lusting after a one-night stand when I have bigger issues? After taking a chain of subways, Im back at my apartment. Fear prickles all over my skin as I stare up at it. He might be waiting for me. Then I finally turn my phone on and there are about twenty text messages from Rafael. I blow out a frustrated gust of white into the crisp air. Hes either here or not. Im out of options and its hard to care anymore. I could barely get a stranger to let me stay the night, even though theres a fucking psycho gunning for me. Maybe this is the punishment I get for being spoiled my whole life, and doing nothing to earn a single dime. I never really achieved anything. I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth and fucked around in college, wasting Daddys money as I tried to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I never figured it out. The next stepping stone was always marriage, and shortly after, kids. Its what they expected from me. Its what all good Italian girls did, and I have to admit that I didnt really mind settling in that role. Why did people always want to make me feel bad for wanting a simple life? Rafael seemed like a great candidate. My dad approved of him, which was hard enough to get, and he was Italian. Worked in the same business as Dad. It didnt even ur to me that he would change after we moved in together. If Dad was alive, I wouldnt know what to say to him. I cant even think about him without feeling a mixture of guilt and betrayal. He sold us out, and for what? To get killed anyway. Maybe I deserve this. My feet are like lead as I climb up the stone steps. Theres another set of footprints leading to my apartment, but I dont care. Fuck it all. My mother is a hollow shell and my own sister resents me. Theres just nothing left anymore. Just a bag of money my dear old Dad left for me. At the top of the stairs, a small voice whispers in my ear. Theres still time to make something of your life. Tonys hands wrap around my waist and his mouth covers mine. I see that wry smile on his lips as I sit on hisp, straddling his legs. Heat rushes to my face as my heart pounds like a drum, vibrating my whole chest. Isnt it worth chasing that feeling instead of giving yourself over to that asshole? Toote. My hand trembles on the doorknob, and I push it open. I know that its already unlocked. A scene of devastation greets my eyes. Everything standing is tipped over-every chair and stick of furniture. Theres a vase smashed on the floor. The water darkens the hardwood. Fuck! My face burns as I walk inside, mming the door. I pick up the phone and immediately dial the emergency number. Someone broke into my house. I rattle off the address, and then I carry the phone with me. It trembles in my hand as the operator tries tofort me. Miss, you need to get to a safe ce. You need to leave the apartment. But I cant fucking leave. All my possessions are here, everything I bought with the thousands of dors I brought with me. What a fucking jerk. What a loser. Every drawer is yanked out, its contents spilled on the floor. I whimper as I step inside my bedroom. Every stitch of clothing is ruined, ripped in half, or otherwise flung to the floor in discarded piles. I bend over and touch the blouses I just bought, their colors bleeding together. Hello, Elena. I whirl around, red in the face and furious. My body bumps into his leather chest and I scream, my heart rate jacked. The murderous look doesnt faze me. Get out of my fucking house! I flinch at the noise of leather squeaking as he lifts his hand and touches my face. Im not leaving without you and my money.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Yeah, I dont think so. Listen to me, you little twat. Youre going to bring me to wherever the fuck you stashed the money, and then Im taking you back to where you belong. I shove his chest with both hands, and for a moment he looks incredulous. I dont think he ever believed I would fight back. You listen to me. We are done and you are not getting a cent of that money! Its like some kind of bizarre dance. I back away, and he advances. His hip bumps into mine until the backs of my legs hit the bed. He grabs my face and shoves me backward. My back hits the mattress hard and I try to scramble to my feet, heart racing, but he ces his hand on my shoulder and presses down. Hes so strong that he doesnt have to try very hard. Fucking asshole. Rafael lowers his head, the lines under his eyes like dark scars. Youreing back to New York with me, right after you give me my money. Never going to fucking happen, you psycho. My face screws up in pain before the blowes, but a soft hand caresses me. I open my eyes in surprise. Ah, Elena. I missed this. Then a violent force smashes my jaw and stars erupt in my vision. I roll on the wooden floor, my head splitting into two. My skin burns, but nothingpares to the pain of my humiliation. Im so fucking tired of falling-of just taking it and never saying a word. #1 Chapter 24 Where the fuck were youst night, huh? None of your damn business. You were fucking some other guy, werent you? I say nothing. His face twists in rage. You fucking whore! He aims a boot toward my ribs, but I spring to my feet and grab the closest thing-a crystal paperweight on my nightstand that I use for decoration-and I hurl it into his face. Rafael clutches his nose and screams, and I jump on the bed, bouncing toward the entrance. It was so fucking stupid toe back here. My feet pound the wooden floorboards as I race down the hallway. His heavy footsteps tell me that hes not far behind. My voice stabs my ears as I scream down the hall, hoping that someone, anyone, will hear me. HELP ME! FUCKING CUNT! A violent force rips me backward as Rafael takes the back of my cor and wrenches me. My hands fly out in front of me, trying to grab something to break his hold on me, but hes too fucking strong. A surge of self-hatred for my weak body makes me scream, and then my side crashes against the wall, shattering a photograph. A volley of French voices makes Rafael freeze behind me, his hands still balled in my hair. Mind your own fucking business! Two men stream inside the apartment, guns drawn. I tten against the wall, but Rafael advances toward them. Please, shoot him. Please. This is none of your fucking business! One of the cops raises his gun to Rafaels chest. HANDS BEHIND YOUR FUCKING HEAD! I ce my hands behind my head, trembling as they tackle Rafael against the wall. His head crushes against the ster. He gives me a look of potent rage. Its more than that, though. He just looks-evil. Theres nothing behind those eyes but ill will. He wont stop until Im buried in the ground. Mademoiselle-Miss, are you okay? The cop touches my shoulder, giving me a puzzled look. I swallow hard and let my hands drop from my head as a snarling Rafael is dragged outside. BITCH! I flinch at the angry sound. Miss, you want to press charges? I gaze around at my apartment, which looks as though a tornado blew through it. Id like nothing better than to see that fucker locked up, but I know that hell juste after me once he gets out. Or his boss might do it for him. Numbly, I shake my head. No. I take the card he gives me in his shaking hands. Yeah, I might be able to live for a few days until Rafael finds a way to bribe one of the cops here and gets its location. Take care. He gives me a sad smile and leaves my apartment. I look around, knowing that I should clean up, or pack, or something, but I just cant bring myself to do any of it. The best-the only-defense I cane up with is to pretend that everythings normal. That my ex-boyfriend didnt just track me down to my apartment to kill me, and I only just got away. If I epted the seriousness of it, I would panic.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Panicking doesnt help. Theyll probably keep him in lockup for a day or two for resisting arrest, so thats a smallfort. The door swings open for me as a man steps out. The din in the bar swallows me like a shroud, and I feel safe surrounded by so many people. I scan the mass, my eyes cutting through the crowd of testosterone to find the man I foundst night. Its too much to hope that Tony will be here tonight, but even if he was here, what could he do for me? My gaze passes over Tommy, whose prating stare eats right through me. What the hell does he want? He jerks his head toward the back of the bar. Swallowing down my heart, I brush past him and squeeze my eyes shut when I hear him follow. I bend down, changing my shoes in the back as I imagine him standing over me, his arms folded. What is it? I finally snap. Your boyfriend came in herest night, not long after you left with Tony. I didnt want to hear that. He knows where I work and he knows where I live. Im fucked. Hes not my boyfriend. His hazel eyes narrow at me. Are you sure you told him that, because I dont think he got the memo. The blood pounding in my head is painful. Its as though theres a sledgehammer smashing my skull. BAM. BAM. BAM. I swallow hard as I raise a shaking hand to my temple. I was pretty fucking clear. Hes just crazy. Tommy rolls up his white sleeves and bends down to my level, a tinge of emotion shining in his eyes. If he finds out you went home with Tony, hell fucking kill you. W-well, he tried and Im still here. For some reason, his concern brings me another thrill of fear. My eyes search his desperately, but I know he wont stick out a limb for me. Yeah, he helped put a Band-Aid over the situation, and Rafael ripped it right off. What the fuck are you talking about? #1 Chapter 25 He came to my house. I called the cops on him- Tommy rakes a hand through his hair and lets out a groan. Jesus. Im not pressing charges. Why the fuck not? I stare at him. There are people in New York who would love an excuse to see me dead. Well, honey, youve got to do something. Hes going toe after you. Tears well in my eyes as I shrug at him and stand up. Do what? I dont know what else there is to do. I thought that if I-if I left New York, maybe hed leave me alone. Maybe if I was with someone else, I dont know. Hes going to find you, and when he does, New York will be the least of your problems. Hes going to kill you, Elena- I know! You dont think I fucking know that? My head pounds with what will surely be another bruise. The air feels strangely thin, and I stagger toward the wall. Colors bleed together, and the room swims. It feels as though Im drunk, but its hard to breathe. Tommy grips my arm and squeezes hard, and the pressure from his fingers makes me feel my pulse pounding against his skin. Its happening. Im panicking. You dont look good, hon. Maybe you should take the night off. Hell, no! Im not-Im not leaving here. This is the only ce I feel safe. Tommys concerned face swims in front of me. Safe? Hes not going to leave you alone, Elena. Not unless youre fucking married- I dont hear the rest of Tommys sentence. Not unless youre married. So I just have to marry someone. Simple. No, thats fucking crazy. You have a ton of cash. Its possible. Yes. Someone out there is willing to marry me for cash. Im certain of it. Thats it! Im still shaking, but my vision clears and I grip Tommys arms, almost sobbing in relief. Tommy smiles back weakly, uprehending. What is it? Thats-a really good idea. What did I say? What if I gave you a ton of cash to marry me? He tries to swallow hisughter, and it cuts right into me like a sharp knife. Sweetie, Ive a girlfriend. I dont think shed like that very much. Fuck. I turn my back to him and enter the bar, looking for the guy I was withst night. Hes fucking perfect. Hes a member, isnt he? He was kind of an asshole, but itll just be for a little while. Long enough to get Rafael off my back. What about Tony? Loud, obnoxiousughter echoes down the hallway. I whirl around, annoyed when I see Tommy leaning against the wall,ughing his ass off. He looks at my serious expression and tries to keep it together, but he just cant. Youre-youre fucking serious? Hes the biggest man whore Ive ever met. Hell never do it. Then Ill find someone else, I say in a hard voice. Its a stupid idea. It is stupid. So is doing nothing. Tommys mirth rings in my head as I step into the bar. Immediately I spot Tony at the same spot. I hang near the doorway like an awkward mannequin, and then his heated gaze finds me. A violent flush creeps up my neck as I imagine Tonyughing the same way Tommy did when I told him about my idea. It is fucking stupid. Its so dumb, it just might work. Its not as though I wouldnt make it worth his while. I was willing to part with a lot of money to ce a hit on Rafael. What should I offer him? Twenty-five grand? Thirty? Whats fair? You barely know the guy. Im desperate. If it gets Rafael to back off, itll be worth it. As of right now, the only future I see for myself is in a body bag. The only problem is that Tony intimidates the hell out of me. He reminds me of Rafael, in a way. The same allure drew me to him-the suspense, the excitement. I had to beg him to let me stay the night. What kind of asshole does that to someone? Hes the only other guy Ive slept with-and I had to pull out all the stops to impress him. Will I be able to do it a second time? A third? I just dont know. My heart pounds hard when my eyes sweep over his handsome face. Last night throbs in my head, all of the images ying in front of me like a highly colored dream. A perfect shadow of stubble covers his jaw and mouth, just long enough to look sexy, teetering on the edge of being disheveled. Cool eyes meet mine, almost indifferently, and my guts clench. I lose my nerve. I grab a discarded rag with the pretense of cleaning. Then I see something that makes me want to vomit.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. A woman hangs around his arm and then sits down next to him. Shes beautiful, with long highlighted hair and shining red lips, and Tony gives her ascivious grin that makes my insides clench. A vicious surge of jealousy rises in my throat as I gather the drink orders and pass them out. I cant let her get him. #1 Chapter 26 Another one! Hey! Mange de marde! Eat shit! A patron hisses at me as I ignore his request and disappear behind the bar, watching as she reaches forward to touch his thigh. My face heats up. Im annoyed by the fact that Im annoyed at their antics. She whispers something in his ear, and he smiles. The bitch gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving him alone. Good. He doesnt see meing. The ss hes holding obscures his vision as he sips his drink until I slide another one under his nose. Tony responds to my presence with a wide, cocky grin. Hey, sexy. Hey, asshole. My heart makes another painful thump against my chest as I take the girls seat, forcing a smile on my face. Thest thing I want is to ask him for a favor because of the way he looks at me with the widest, smuggest smile. Vivid images of his wickedly tattooed body thrusting over mine run through my head. The smile paired with his seductive eyes seems downright dangerous. He looks me up and down, the heat from his gaze scorching through my clothes. He wears a midnight-blue suit, the stubble over his jaw rougher than yesterdays. I enjoyedst night. Of course you did. Smug asshole. Your tits looked better in that other outfit. Ah, the backhandedpliment. What a jerk. Yeah? Would you rather I took my shirt off? Amusement twinkles in his eyes. I think every guy in the bar would love that. Too bad Im only interested in what you want. Richughter booms from his chest. Ive already got what I want, sweetheart. You should take me out and fuck me again. So fucking blunt. He doesnt seem to mind. In fact, his attention is riveted. There are probably hundreds of women constantly kissing his ass. Im different. His eyes sear my flesh. One night, hon. Thats all you get. One night? Even though I made youe three times? Sounds like three nights to me. I lift my shoulder in a shrug. Youve already broken your rule. You were a lot more fun than most girls, Ill admit that. I lean in, cing both hands on his thighs as my lips brush his ear. Then fuck me again. And again. His voice strokes my ear. Are you begging me for more, or do you want something specific from me? Specifically, I want your cock. Inside me. Now. A small growl rumbles in his throat. Its rented for the night. My hand slides around the back of his neck. Arent you tired of mediocre sex?N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. His eyes lighten at that, and a smile spreads over his rugged face. Who says Im having mediocre sex? Can that girl suck your dick like I can? Can she fuck you like I can? Tonys smile never falters, but it darkens. His eyes are all over me. Youre fucking crazy, arent you? Lust heats his face until I can almost feel it radiating off his skin. My fingertips brush over his cock, and he suddenly grabs my arm. My heart leaps as he pulls me onto hisp and crushes his lips against mine. Its like instant electricity. It shocks me to feel the sudden rush of blood. Then my back hits the bar counter as his tongue slips into my mouth. I cling to his shoulders because all the energy evaporates from my limbs. I kiss him back and gasp as he grabs my tits, right in the middle of this bar. Everyone can see, but he doesnt give a shit. He pulls back with a grin that sends a jolt of anxiety through my heart, and I realize Ive just given myself to another monster. Hes deadly. Just look at him. What the fuck! A shrill, feminine voice makes him break apart from me, but only barely. I taste the sweetness from his tongue, and I want more. Ah shit. Putain de merde! The tall brte screams herself hoarse, looking mad with rage. The whole bar turns their attention to the pretty girl, screaming her head off. Theyugh behind their hands and even Tommy emerges from his office to see themotion. He leans against the doorway, spotting me on Tonysp, and frowns. My face burns as she turns away from us, angry tears glittering in her eyes as she stalks away. Another man attempts tofort her, but she storms out of the bar. Her tears give me a stab of guilt, but it dissolves when Tony turns back toward me with a shrug, extreme indifference all over his face. Well, I guess that makes your decision much easier. He takes my head in his hands. This is all your fault. Yeah, but Im not sorry for that. Deepughter shakes from his barrel-like chest, and my face flushes with pleasure. My hands y with the hair behind his neck. Its just at a length where I can curl my fingers through his strands. Lets get out of here. Dont you have work? #1 Chapter 27 Fuck work. He smirks at that. Ask Tommy if you can cut out early. Ill wait. You better. As I slide from hisp, I feel his hands on my ass. There are people watching us as he gives me a rough squeeze and then ps me, sending me on my way. He winks at me when I turn around, and I feel like shrinking on the spot. The men jeer after me as I enter the back and look for Tommy. Hes on the phone, a mess of paperwork scattered on his desk. Hes frowning. All right, Ill-yeah. Thanks, Vince. At the mention of his name, fear stabs my chest. The high from sessfully asking out Tony pops like a soap bubble, and a chill creeps up my arms. Vincent. Theres only one that Tommy and I know. He hangs up the phone and folds his hands into steeples, looking unhappy. Listen, Vince just found out that one of his men was detained for resisting arrest. He doesnt know why, but he wants one of us to bail him out. Whatever youre going to do, you better do it fast. My face drains of color. Thanks-I was going to leave with Tony. Is that all right? He looks like he wants to say something else, but he stops himself. Yeah, okay. Shit. Hes getting bailed out a lot sooner than I thought. I gather my things and head out, fixing a smile when I rejoin Tony at the bar. The sooner I ask him, the better. The tension in his face dissolves somewhat when I take his hand. A dark, searching look descends over him as he squeezes my fingers. Are you hungry? I was going to take that girl to dinner. Surprised, I look up at his expressionless face. Yeah, a little. Great. Lets go. Okay. He leads me out of the bar, holding the door open for me with a self-assured smile. God, the man exudes confidence. All of Dads men seemed like that, at first. It took a few months for me to realize the difference between confidence and cocky assholes flying off the handle at every perceived slight. So what kind of food do you like? Oh, anything is fine. Really. We walk down the streets as I cling to his hand for warmth. He keeps giving me meaningful looks as we pause for the lights, and then we finally stop in front of a restaurant. Tapeo. Hope you like Spanish. Theres a line inside the restaurant. The foyer ispletely packed, but Tony calmly pushes to the front where the hostess recognizes him. Theres no way well get a table! I shout over the din.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. He gives me a secretive smile and nods toward the hostess. Table for two, he says in his deep voice. Right this way, Mr. Vidal. My jaw drops as he turns around to give me a wink. Of course. Johnny must have all the restaurants in the city in his pocket. The hostess takes the heavy coat from my shoulders, and I feel oddly vulnerable without it. Im dressed in a flowing tank top and jeans, and hes in a suit. Difort rattles against my ribs. Its a nice restaurant, low lit and moody. The golden tone of the lightsplements the steel-blue walls nicely. Tonys strong hand wraps around my waist and a sh of desire trails up my thighs. I forgot what it was like to be excited for a date, to have his hands around my waist, and for that small, yet powerfully intimate touch to send a thrill to my heart. But its not a date. No, Im here to ask Tony for a favor. The hostess leads us to a table with two white, round candles. The rustic decor in the restaurant gives the ce a trendy vibe. There are no tablecloths. Tony pulls my chair out and pushes me in when I sit down. Its kind of startling to see how well mannered he is. I didnt expect it because he talks like a goddamn jerk. Here we go. My nerves fire up as he sits across from me and orders a bottle of wine. The sommelier whisks back with the bottle, pouring two sses for us. I take the delicate stem in my hands and swallow a small gulp, shuddering as it spreads heat over my chest. Tony looks vaguely content, his eyes rxed, but with the asional nce toward the door. I wish I could just sit here and enjoy the night like a normal person. When was thest time youve been on a date? I ask him. I go on dates all the time, I just dont go on second dates. Why not? He lifts his shoulder in an elegant shrug as aplicated look shes over his face. Whats the point? Whats the point? Oh, I dont know. Friendship? Love? He smiles at me. I dont know if I care about any of that. Wow. What do you care about? He grins like a devil. Pussy. Money. Those are my two loves. Its like a wrench inside my chest. This is going to go so badly. A man like this will never agree to a marriage of convenience. Arent you a charmer, I say in a very dry voice, sipping more wine. I never pretended to be. #1 Chapter 28 His gray eyes are as dark as his face, and just as cold. His indifference strikes me hard, and I dont know why I care. I dont care. Whatever, Im not here to make him smitten with me. Im here to hopefully get him to agree to marry me. So why the fuck are we here, huh? You got rid of that girl I was going to bring home. I roll my eyes at his narrowed ones. I decide that Tony looks even sexier with a scowl on his face. Please, dont act like you dont want me. You were all over me as soon as you recognized me in the bar. I dont like being manipted, sweetheart. Just tell me what you want. The tiny mes of the candles flicker in his unrelenting stare. Fine, Ill tell him. I lick my dry lips and open my mouth, unable to ask him. Hey, guy I barely know. Wanna marry me for money? The cutlery on the table rattles as I bump my fist against the wood, suddenly ovee with a fit of giggles. I cover my mouth as he stares back at me in bemusement, my shoulders shaking. He swirls his winess. You seem a bit stressed. Then he leans in closer. Maybe I should have just taken you to my ce to fuck the pain away. Theughter breaks off and my skin zes under his prating stare. Yeah, maybe you should have. This is about your ex, isnt it? A wary look hardens his face. Yeah, but its not what you think. I still cant fucking tell him. He showed up to my apartment right after I got home yesterday. We-we fought. He says nothing, but his eyes ze. The cops showed up just in time, but hell be out soon. And then helle after me. My face still smarts where he hit me, made worse by the alcohol flushing my skin. Tony looks back at me, his face stony. How did you end up with a guy like that? Now its my turn to shrug. Dating opportunities were pretty thin on the ground. Daddy scared the guys away and he didnt approve of a lot of them. He liked Rafael, though. Tony would know all about the traitorous New York boss, who was killed by his own crew for mob justice. He leans back into his chair and swallows hard. His gaze flicks toward mine and away. Im sorry about your dad. I know what its like to lose a father. Somehow I see that. Something deep stirs inside his eyes: the jagged pain of losing someone too young, or some long-ago horror. Youre the first person whos said that to me. Isnt that-isnt that funny? Its not, really, but he makes a valiant attempt at a smile. His hand slides over the rough wooden table and seizes my hand, squeezing it. Why is he being so nice to me? This wasnt what I expected at all. A lump rises in my throat and my hand trembles inside his. I bite my lip hard as images of the poorly attended funeral run through my mind, everyonesck of sympathy, my mother, crying. It buries me. You should be d I even came, Rafael said, his mouth curled. Your father was a coward- Dont you-dont you dare talk about my father like that! It hurt me to hear those poisonous usations from my boyfriend. He was supposed to protect me, and instead he tortured me. Ill say whatever the fuck I want. Then his voice dropped to a whisper as his fingers cruelly pinched my waist. Tony looks at me, at a total loss for words. I want to talk to him about it. I want to talk to someone. I want to tell him how horrible it has been. Everything had to be locked tight inside, because I wasnt allowed to grieve for my worthless, rat-bastard father. He was always my daddy. Bury that shit, damn it. Just be like a fucking stone. I look into his impassive gaze as I freeze over my facial muscles. Sorry, this is not what I-I dont want to bring you down. Why dont you just tell me what you want from me? My cheeks burn when I realize how transparent I must be, but he doesnt look angry. I open my mouth to tell him, and my guts clench. God, this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. What makes you think that I want something? An unpleasant chill wafts from his eyes. Cut the bullshit already and ask. I hate that I have to look across the table into his heavy eyes and ask him for something. The men back home wouldnt have lifted a finger for me because I no longer mattered to them. The moment my dad became a traitor, I stopped existing. And they call it a family. What fucking family? Well, youre right. I did want to ask you something. Tell me. Oh my fucking God, this is going to be a disaster. My face feels as though I have a sunburn, and heughs at my difort. Jesus, what the hell is it? Just tell me. Yeah, just tell him.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Hes going tough in my face. #1 Chapter 29 I want to-to pay you to do something for me. To-to marry me. I have fifty thousand dors in cash. It sounds just as stupid as I thought it would, and I want to evaporate on the spot. A strange expression suddenly contorts Tonys face. It takes a moment before I realize that hes actually scared of me. Because he thinks Im nuts. Then the irony of a six-foot-something Mafioso actually fearing me hits me hard, and I nearly burst. He shifts in his chair. Uh- This is life and death. This is the only way to get Rafael off my back, I say quickly, my face a shade of fuchsia, Im sure. I cant get rid of him. He looks at me as though hes concerned for my sanity. Thats the dumbest idea Ive ever heard of. It is fucking ridiculous. Marry you? Are you fucking crazy? His indignant tone pisses me off. Since youre a genius, you tell me what to do. Get a fucking gun and just kill him. He mimes with his fingers. Pop-pop. I give him a hollowugh. And when Vincent finds out, then what? Im just as fucked, and thats assuming I can actually kill him and get rid of his body. The very idea fills me with revulsion. As much as I hate Rafael, Im not a violent person, and blood disgusts me. I wouldnt even know how to get rid of a body. Tony crosses his arms, thinking, and then he shakes his head with a boom ofughter. You know, I knew there was something off about you the moment you grabbed my cock in the bar. Amazing in bed, butpletely fucking nuts. Oh fuck you. My face burns again, this time flushed with the embarrassment of his insult. Im not crazy. I need to be married to a made guy, or I am dead. Thats ridiculous. Yeah, it fucking is, I fire back. Its also the only thing thatll keep me alive. Tony ys with the silverware on the table, tapping the butt end of the knife on the wood as he looks at me. Fifty-thousand dors for a few months work isnt ridiculous. Its fair. Another snort ofughter leaves him and he drops the knife. He covers his mouth with both hands, his eyes alive with mirth. I should have known he wasnt going to take me seriously. I m my purse on the table and stand up abruptly. Suddenly his attitude turns. His hands lie t on the table as the humor wipes from his face, and he looks at me with a paralyzing stare. Where the hell do you think youre going? I wont beughed at, I snarl, suddenly hating everything about him right down to his smug smirk. He doesnt know what the fuck Im going through. Im really not the guy you go to for this shit. Im aware of that, but Im short on time, and Ill be paying you, for fucks sake. Its just another job. Its extreme. You want to see what Im fucking running from, asshole? In front of the whole restaurant, I lift up my shirt, stopping just below my bra. ck eyebrows narrow dangerously at me. What the fuck are you doing? This is a nice ce. You cant disrespect- Look. I point at the huge purple bruise stretching over the side of my abdomen, the dark horror that he missed under the sheets. His face sobers immediately. He did that? His voice sounds ufortable. Theres more, I say in a toneless voice, dropping my shirt. That looks pretty serious.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Thats the fucking point. I meant that you should see a doctor. I dont need a fucking doctor. A doctor wont help me stay alive the next few days. You just-you dont understand what its like. Im scared, and this is the only thing I can think of. Tears thicken my voice, and I hate that I cant keep it together in front of this guy. He sighs and wipes his hand down his face. Sit down. Trembling, I return to my seat and ball my fists on my knees. Tony begins talking in a softer voice. Im telling you, its a bad idea. No one will believe it. Who cares if they dont believe it? I just need to be married, right? He buries his face in his hands. What the fuck do you think this is, the boy scouts? No-not if people think its fake. Besides, if Johnny found out, Id have to give him tribute. Shit. Well- #1 Chapter 30 How do I even know you have ess to that kind of money? I hurl him an ugly look. Tommy is holding it for me. I have over a hundred grand American. His eyebrows lift at that, and he takes the ss of wine, taking a huge gulp. Its still a bad idea. I dont have any alternative! Do you think I want to marry some guy I just met? People know me, sweetheart. They know Id never get hitched. My head perks up. Does this mean youre interested? Its a lot of fucking money, of course Im interested. But thats a lot of- A lump moves up his throat. My mom-it would fucking kill her. Shed never forgive me. I lean forward and take his hand, expecting him to rip it away from me, but he lets me smooth my thumb over his knuckles. Im sure shed be proud of you for helping someone whose life was in danger. His eyes cut me. You dont know her, and you dont know me. What makes you think Im the right guy for this? You think that just because we had a good time, I wont just rob you and throw you into the streets? My hands twist in myp as he stares at me with that intense re, daring me to contradict him. I have to have faith in something. I dont know you, but I dont think youll hurt me. He crosses his arms and a scowl burns on his face. Hes right. This is stupid. I dont know him, and he doesnt know me. Theres no way hell agree to do this for me. My best bet is to just run. Run far away, and keep running until Raf gets tired of chasing me. Im really sorry. I take my purse and stand up from the table, eyes blinking away tears as I walk to the closet and grab my coat roughly, sending the hanger flying. Honestly, what did I expect? I ignore the hostess as I barge outside and walk swiftly down the freezing streets. Fuck, its so much colder here than New York, and its the kind of cold that seeps through everyyer. I hug myself in the middle of the sidewalk, blinking furiously and feeling utterly alone in this foreign ce. I cant even speak thenguage. Nowhere to go. My back slides against a brick wall and I huddle in the snow, hands wrapped around my knees. Part of me hopes Ill freeze-maybe its cold enough to freeze my heart into ce. A man in a long wool coat walks past me, his gaze flicking to me sharply before he walks on. Then he stops in his tracks and doubles back. Elena? Tony. He came after me. The way he says my name fills me with hope. I know that its dangerous to hope, but I cant help but lift my head to look at him. What? Tony frowns at me as he walks close enough so that his boots touch mine. I need assurances. He gives me a shrewd look. I dont trust you. Ill pay you half up front. Tommys in on it, and he trusts me. That was not entirely true, but close enough. Thats not good enough. He bends down and takes my freezing hands, and I stand up with him. It makes my heart pound to be so close to him. I-I dont know what else to do, then. His hand curls around my neck and my pulse beats into his thumb. Gray eyes search my face, which grows more and more hot. How am I supposed to trust you and let you in my home? Why would I do anything to piss you off? I already have one pissed-off mobster after me. Deep dimples carve into his smile. What if we dont get along? Three months is a long time. We dont have to get along. We just have to tolerate one another. This is crazy, Elena. Its fucking nuts. But itll work, and youll be fifty thousand dors richer. In a few months, well divorce. It wont mean anything, I just need to have a fucking ring on my finger for a while. He considers it, lifting his head as he stares into the brick wall. I can see the cogs working in his head, weighing the advantages and disadvantages. If you were my ex-wife, I could probably get a sit-down with Johnny if that asshole tried anything. Perfect. He smiles at me. Theres still no way youre going to get people to believe this. I think hard, staring into his honest eyes, and then a rush of adrenaline runs through my veins. Im pregnant. A stunned silence follows my words, which Tony eventually breaks with augh. That might work, he says in an impressed voice. Fuck, Im going to hell. A sigh of relief runs through my body as he shuts his eyes. Why me? Why did I choose him? Well, thats simple. You looked strong and-and I thought you were-well, youre my type.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Mischief shines through his eyes. Am I? #1 Chapter 31 His eyes smolder suddenly and his hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me into his chest. Cant you tell? A rush of heat fills my neck as I feel his warmth and his lips touch right under my ear. My skin shivers at the brief contact. Everything-his hands around my waist and his breath billowing over my skin-it overwhelms me. Ive never been quite this speechless around a man before, but the sensations void all thought from my head.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Yes, I think I can. He sears my neck with a biting kiss, one thats sure to leave a mark. I moan and tremble in his arms. Tony, I really dont think we should-if were going to be living together we dont want toplicate things. He pulls back with a steely look in his eyes. What? We shouldnt have sex anymore. ckness descends over his face. Whats the point of having a fake marriage if I cant have any of the benefits? I inhale a sharp breath as he nts a kiss, breathing hot air over my neck. Damn, it feels amazing. Its just a-a job. Uh-huh. And how the hell am I supposed to bring women back home if youre there all the time? My insides clench hard as I think about it. Fuck, I dont want to think of him with other women. The thought of hearing him with another girl in his room makes me feel slightly sick. Well think of something. I can stay at Tommys bar overnight. He takes my face in his hands and I dont think Ive ever looked into someones eyes like this. Its as if hes stripping me down. This isnt going to change me, understand? Dont ask me any more favors. I fuck who I want. I swallow hard and give him a nod. Youre a greaty, and all, but that doesnt mean Im attached to you. This is just business. We should keep it that way. The smirk, his eyes, his thumbs slightly caressing my skin-its hard to think with all three at the same time. Well see. Im not exactly eager to jump into bed with another connected guy, if you know what I mean. Im nothing like your piece of shit ex, he says in a heated voice, eyes shing. As long as you understand that what we have isnt ever going to be anything, well be fine. Good. Itll just be fun. A pleasant growl rumbles in his throat. Hold on-we only just met-doesnt it take a while for those tests to find out if youre pregnant? Oh shit. Yeah, but I dont have a week. He smiles against my neck and it sends electricity through my skin. You can stay at my ce. What-what if he shows up? He wont. Emotion floods my chest as I turn in his arms, cupping his rough face. Tony, thank you. I lean into his broad chest as he hands slip under the hem of my shirt, stroking my skin. Kissing him is so much stronger than the alcohol running through my veins. I feel myself unfolding, losing myself in his smell and the taste of his mouth. I shouldnt touch him. He pulls back, his lips swollen. We need to talk more about it, but right now-all I can think about is fucking you. The door closes and the shaking reverberates throughout the entire apartment. For a moment I think about how that sound terrifies me, and Tonys huge bulk looms over me like a shadow. He just smiles at me in the darkness, knowing that Ill eventually go to him. That my heart already pounds in anticipation of his touch. Were not supposed to have sex. It keeps repeating in my head like a feeble whisper. What is it about him? I know hes no good. Hes cut from the same cloth as Rafael. Hes a man whore, for gods sake, and yet I still find myself drawn toward him beyond all sense or logic. How can I ignore a guy whose body looks like Brad Pitts in Troy? I step into his chest, swallowing down my dread that Ive signed myself a deal with the devil. He seems to notice my mood. A slick grin spreads across his face and he smoothes the hair on my shoulders, tucking a few strands behind my ear. Whats wrong, sweetheart? Cold feet? His hand feels incredibly cool against my cheek, or maybe its because Im burning up. No, its just-I dont know how to act around you. You make me nervous. Youre paying me for my time, thats all. Fucking me is not part of the payment, understand? I want you to want me. His thumb brushes under my bottom lip as his smooth voice caresses my ears, and my palm spreads over his broad chest. I do want you. I know. I just dont know if this is a good idea. This whole thing isnt a good idea. I know, but- His mouth descends over mine finally, cutting off my protests, and I weaken in his arms as though his kiss somehow drains me of all energy. Then he bends, reaching under my knees so that I fly into the air-into his arms like a ragdoll. My arms link around his neck, but he pushes me higher so that my legs straddle his head. I squeal and clutch him as he backs me against the wall. Im going to make youe with my mouth. How can I resist that? Last time, I tell myself. Itll be thest time I have sex with him. His gritty voice makes my blood pound in my ears, and then his fingers burrow under my jeans and cool air stings my skin as he pulls them down. A thrill runs through me as he reaches under my shirt, finding the hem of my thong. #1 Chapter 32 It seems ridiculous, but my stomach flips at the thought of him eating me out. Rafael never would have done it-he thought that it was emascting. Tony kisses my inner thigh and I curl my fingers in his hair. Im going to lick your pussy, and youre going to love it. Thest thread of resistance breaks as soon as his dark head bends over, his hot mouth breathing over my wet folds, and then the slightest touch of his lips against my clit sends a lightning bolt through me. I arch my back as his tongue reaches back and licks. A shrill sound escapes my mouth. Holy crap. Ive never, ever experienced anything like this. He lifts his head, smiling. Thats right. I want to hear you scream. I want to feel youe when my tongue fucks you. It thrills me to hear him talking like that. Fuck, its hot. The wet, hot muscle moves down my slit, taking care to flick over my sensitive clit as I try not to squeeze his head off with my thighs. His mouth closes over me, and Im overwhelmed by the sensation. I look down, and his head is buried in my pussy. Eyes closed in apparent ecstasy, he sucks hard, and a small explosion urs in the pit of my stomach. I never knew it could feel so fucking good. My fingers dig into his skull as the pounding ache between my legs grows, and I dimly feel ashamed for how turned-on I am, for how my juices run down his chin. The smooth muscle slides inside me, teasing me. Its not big enough-not wide enough to satisfy the burning ache. Tony, please-Jesus! He ignores me as his hands caress my bare ass, his tongue continuing its torture as he fucks me with his mouth. I dig my fingers into his hair and pull hard, and he lets out a muffled growl. Youre so fucking wet for me. His finger curves into my pussy and I moan out loud as it slides into me. His tongue flicks over my clit as his finger fucks me mercilessly, and I clench my muscles, face screwed up almost in pain. I just want him to fuck me, already. Just fuck me! Then his tongue slides in again and he presses his face to my pussy, burying himself as deep as he can go as he pinches my clit. A violent reaction rips through my body, and I cry out loud as contractions seize me. Ecstasy rolls through me as Tony pulls away,ughing. He kisses my inner thigh and I dig my hands in his hair so painfully that he winces. I slide down his chest, and as my hands explore him-the rock-hard cock between his legs-I want him again. My swollen core clenches hard, and I just yank his shirt apart, hard enough so that several buttons fly off. Heughs as they scatter loudly over the floor and his wet lips press against mine. You are so fucking eager. I love it. I open my mouth, tasting myself, loving the way my musk mingles with his scent. My hands move over his ripped, tattooed muscles, and I want to lick every hard bump and stretch of taut flesh. Suddenly he buries his hand in my hair and pulls hard. I dont care if our arrangement isnt real, your tongue will only taste my cock. His fingers shove inside me. Same with your pussy. Its mine, along with the rest of you. I have a reputation, and youre not going to fuck it up. So you can fuck whoever you want, but I cant? Thats not fair. Nothing about the life is fair. I curl my lip bitterly when I look at his rigid face. Hes right, though. Mafiosi may fuck behind their wives back, but the wives definitely dont do the same thing. Not if they know whats good for them. Its fucked up.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. You want to be married to me? You have to y the game. Thats right. y the game. A satisfied smirk flicks over his face and then is reced with smoldering lust. I know that Im just a goody to him. He doesnt do rtionships. I can see the conflict in his eyes. Dont get attached to me, Elena. Ill just disappoint you. Just expect great sex from me, nothing else. I dont know if I can detach like that. His voice is ragged. Try. His hand gropes my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple as he kisses me again, and then he leads me to the huge window and turns on the light so that we light up like a Christmas tree. Everyone in the neighborhood can see us. Excitement runs up my leg when he slides up behind me, kissing my neck. A possessive arm snakes around my waist and grabs my tits roughly. Do you want to please me, baby? His lips sear my neck over and over, like hot brands. Its as though hes marking me as his. Yes, fuck-of course- I cant fucking think when youre ying with my tits and kissing my neck. If you want to be in this house, youll let me fuck you in front of the whole world. He squeezes my breast again. I want them to see me iming your beautiful body. I want every asshole looking in my apartment to be jealous of me. I want your ex to see me banging his girl. A wolfish grin smiles at me, reflected from the ss. The fact that Im fucking a made guys girl gives me a bigger thrill than finding a new piece of ass every night. Hes cruel and crazy, but the hard bump digging into my ass is impossible to ignore. I turn around in his arms and I grab his thick cock, loving how his eyes lock onto mine. I sink to my knees and kiss him through his cks, feeling him twitch. Its fucking crazy. I shouldnt feed his ego, but his words have me on fire, and Ill do anything for him. Ill blow him in front of the window, and I hope Rafael sees. A savage pleasure burns my chest at the very idea. Fuck you, asshole. You and I are done. I tear the cks from his hips. Without even looking at him, I slide his hard length in my mouth as his hands caress my head. The long sigh he gives me makes my pussy contract, and I reach around his muscled thighs to run my hands over his ass. I stick my tongue out, imaging that asshole watching from the ground, and I take his cock as deep as I can. I want that jerk to see me blowing Tony with more enthusiasm than I ever showed him. Tony lets out a volley of swear words in French that makes the glow between my legs pulse. I ride my tongue under the ridge of his cock, flicking it over his head. The sloppy, wet noises echo in his apartment and I see myself, head swinging back and forth as his hands fist my hair. Then he moves his hips, grunting loudly. My jaws widen as he pushes all the way down, and I push my tongue out so that it just barely strokes his balls. His abdomen presses against my nose as I feel him throb inside my throat, and then he pulls out so that I can breathe. Do you like it when I fuck your mouth? My chest heaves as I catch my breath, his cock rock hard in my hands. Yes. Yes, I do. He strokes my head in a surprisingly tender gesture. All right, baby. Open wide. I grab his thighs and open my mouth obediently. He thrusts inside me slowly, gradually picking up the pace. Then he buries himself. I feel the thickness bulging down my throat as his hips slide closer and closer to my eyes. My air chokes off and he bends slightly, grinding his cock against my lips even though it cant go any deeper. I clutch his thighs, wanting more of him. Fuck! He pulls out and looks down at me, raking a shaking hand through his hair. He grabs my arm and pulls me up roughly. I need that pussy of yours now. An indescribable look consumes Tonys face before he crushes his lips against mine and ms me against the ss. His arms curl underneath me and he lifts me over his powerful waist. A thickness presses against my core and suddenly my walls yield around him. I bury my face in his neck as his cock sinks into me. My legs wrap around him and he stabs my pussy with his cock, burying his face in my neck. God, its so long and deep. I feel it sliding up my channel, widening the walls. Then he thrusts hard, and it knocks the breath out of me. #1 Chapter 33 Again. And again. And again. I moan to the ceiling as he kisses my neck. His balls p against my pussy as his body rocks with his thrusts. My back freezes against the cold ss, but I imagine the show we must be giving to anyone looking out the window, and it fills me with fire. My flesh stings as Tony takes one of my nipples in his mouth and bites down, pulling my waist to bury his cock inside me at the same time. Fucking gorgeous tits. He throbs inside me, slowly pulsing in and out as his tongue works magic on my tits. He takes my breast in his cavernous mouth and sucks hard, flicking his tongue over my nipple. Its as though hes rubbing my clit, and the ruthless pounding tightens the coils inside me like a spring. My moans cut off sharply with a jerk of his hips. Then he lifts his head with a manic grin on his face, and I know that every sound I make feeds his energy. He kisses me and swallows my moans. I make several more desperate sounds and then he bites my lip hard and thrusts. The ss groans as Im crushed against it. His body rubs against my clit and fireworks explode in my abdomen, my pussy clenches over him, and he sucks hard on my bottom lip. Then his cock makes a twitch inside me and his low voice groans in my mouth. Liquid warmth fills me as he makes onest, violent shove, and another. Then, shaking, he lowers me to my feet. I tremble on my legs and sit down against the ss, feeling like a puddle of water. Tony sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his heated chest. Its rxing andfortable, sitting here in his arms. So, do you think anyone saw us? A shakyugh leaves my mouth as I nce at the street. I dont know. Now that its over, a stab of anxiety hits my heart. We both got a bit carried away in the heat of the moment. I wonder if hes out there-watching. The thought sends goose bumps prickling my flesh. I doubt it. Well have to rectify that. My body shudders. Tony, I dont want to provoke him. You dont either. Oh, I do. It gets me off, Elena. He strokes my hair. Fucking you is ying with fire. If he had any inkling that we were messing around, I would get killed. I turn around in his arms and look at his strangely calm face. Then why are you doing this? Because I dont care. He smirks, but I dont feel any of the warmth. Its like being doused in ice water. I really did make a deal with the devil. TONY The cold liquid burns a line of fire down my throat. Its raw. It hurts. It used to be that the pain was enough to drown out the gnawing ache in my chest. After years and years of fucking people up, and disposing bodies, the pain vanished. Just like everything else.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. I m down shots because I want to put on an act. I want to look like a man at the end of his rope. Tommys bar is the perfect ce to do this. There are wise guys everywhere, and news will spread fast. Im already attracting looks from the other guys for keeping to myself and not saying a damn word to anyone. My eyes stare straight ahead into the ckboard list of beers on tap, ignoring Genevieve, who whispers something into Tommys ear. I feel his stare, even if I cant really see it. Tommys not buying my act, but Francois and Johnny openly gawk at me from across the bar, giving me odd looks. Quest-ce qui se passe avec lui? Whats wrong with him? My captain, Francois, shrugs. I make a show of burying my face in my hands and rubbing my head. My shoulders slump and I bury my fingers in my hair, fighting to keep theughter shaking in my chest inside me. Ill go ask, I hear him say. I try not to smile as I hear his footsteps growing louder, and then a heavy hand drops on my shoulders and shakes me roughly. Tony, what the fuck is wrong with you? I dont want to fucking talk about it. I can almost see the surprise on his lined face. Nothing really ever gets me down, and seeing me like this must be unnerving. Hopefully Im not overdoing it. Jesus. What happened? Slowly I raise my head from my hands and look into his concerned face. I got a girl pregnant. The words explode in the middle of the bar, and they pretend to have not heard what I just said even though everyones standing unnaturally still. Theres no excitement. No cheers. They all know its my worst nightmare. Men freeze with sses in their hands as they stare at me with expressions of amusement and pity. Congrattions! Francois pounds my back,ughter trembling in his voice. I send him a heated look. I dont fucking see what there is to celebrate. My life is basically over and I barely know this broad. Dont be such an asshole, Johnny snaps. A child is a gift from God-a fuckin gift. You better do right by this girl, Tony. Im serious. I straighten myself and peer into the depths of my ss. Yeah, yeah. I guess we have to get married. Fuck. The bar explodes into cheers, and Francois flings an arm around my neck. I cant fucking believe this. Youre getting married? Holy shit- Johnny gives me an approving nod. Its the right thing to do. Yeah, well-that doesnt mean Im going to fucking change for her. The young boss beams at me, and he bumps his ss against my empty one. Salute, Tony. Im happy for you. That makes one of us. My stomach clenches as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and gives me a hug. I want to meet this girl. We should have an engagement party this weekend. I look into Johnnys smiling face. You already know her. Shes Jack Vittorios daughter. #1 Chapter 34 His face goes ck as the men scream withughter. He knocked up a bosss daughter! Good thing Jack is dead, eh, buddy? I ignore the elbows digging into my side, the hands pping down my shoulder, the insidiousughter erupting around me and gaze into Johnnys furious face. You fucking moron, Tony. You fucking dumb piece of shit. He ms his drink on the counter and grabs mypels, shoving me against the bar. What the fuck were you thinking? I have at least fifty pounds on Johnny, but I dont lift a finger against him. To do so would be suicide, even though it would be satisfying-so fucking satisfying. No one was ever going to find out. His face contorts with rage and theughter dissipates from the bar. You realize, you stupid fuck, that her ex now has a legitimate beef with us? You fucked his girl. A girl who didnt want to be his in the first ce. That doesnt matter. Shes carrying my kid, I say in a cold voice. Thats all that matters. Were getting married, and thats that. If that asshole has a problem with it, I shove a gun up his ass. Murmurs of approval echo around me and then I know Ive won. He lets go of my jacket, still furious, and jabs a finger in my face. I want a fucking paternity test. That might be hard to get. Johnny, its my fucking kid. I need proof, goddamn it. Word is going to spread very quickly about this-to friends of ours in New York, and that piece of shit has been in my restaurant every day, demanding to know where his girlfriend is. Ah, good. Hes still here. A smirk spreads across my face. Shes been with me. He rakes his hand through his hair. Goddamn it-crisse de tarbanak de marde de gang des cons. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? He shoves my chest against the bar again. You have a fucking death wish? Maybe I just dont fucking care, Johnny. I dont give a fuck about you, or the family, or saving my own damn skin. I do what I want. I shrug my shoulder as the heart in my chest beats like a steady drum. Bring me the fucking paternity test before he asks for a sit-down. Whatever. I slide from the stool, ignoring the grins thrown my way as I walk out of the bar. Its bad to piss off the boss. I know that, but I cant bring myself to care. Although Id never admit it, theres no loyalty in my chest for Johnny. The only person in my life who matters is my mother. She loves me even though Ive put her through so much shit. Shes the only person I live for. A sh of emotion chips through and the blood leaves my face. What the fuck are you doing? Youre going to get killed-this is fucking crazy, and your ma will never forgive you. Ever. Fifty grand. With that kind of money, Ill be able to make sure arrangements for my mother are taken care of. Shell never want for anything. Then its just a matter of waiting. Waiting to die. Thats how all our stories end in this life. Fucking pointless, isnt it? My dad died young and I will, too, because I was a moron and followed in his footsteps. Cest vie? Resentment boils in my chest as I cross the street and head back to my apartment. I dont like thinking about this shit. I have everything I want, and yet nothing satisfies me. Theres nothing deep going on inside me. Just spades of boredom and restlessness. Emptiness. Ive felt like this for a long time. The urge to stride into Tommys bar and find someone else to fuck mes inside me for a moment and then quickly dissipates. Why go to the bar when I have a real piece of ass waiting for me at home? Thinking of her brings a smile to my face. Yeah, that whole no sex deal we madested a grand total of twelve minutes. Who would have thought that Jacks daughter wouldve been such a greaty? I mean, holy shit. The girl gets me hard every morning. Beyond that, its exciting. Its fucking wrong. I could get my brains blown out just for touching her. Yeah, its fucked up. Energy ramps inside my chest as I climb the stairs to my apartment, unlocking the door. A rich smell from the kitchen makes my mouth water, and I hang my coat before walking toward it. Elena sits at the table and smiles at me. Hey. My chest tightens as I smile back to her, and I nce at the pot on the stove. Whats that?Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Dinner. Sometimes I wonder if shes taking this role too seriously. Were roommates, hon. You dont have to cook me dinner. I shrug at her and sit down across the table from her. I told Johnny that I knocked you up. He wasnt very happy about it. On the table, her hands shake and she nervously smoothes her hair. Hell know-wont he? Helle after you. I still get messages from him every day. Let him try. W-what if youre not here and he- I reach forward and grasp her hand, bringing it to my lips. Thest of her bruises only just healed, and Im d. A sick feeling filled my stomach every time I saw them syed over her perfect skin. Fucking jackass. I will kill him. I would consider it an honor and a privilege. She just melts at those words. I see her struggling to hold back tears as she clings to my hand. The poor girl is lonely as fuck. Shes stuck here all day without anyone to talk to. Maybe I should talk to the other guys wives. I know Tommys girlfriend is from New York, too. Maybe she can help you n the wedding. At least youll have someone to hang out with. #1 Chapter 35 The wedding. It sounds so strangeing from my lips like a matter-of-fact statement. Our wedding. To a girl I barely know or care about. Its weird. Thanks, Tony. Thats-thats really sweet of you. A chuckle escapes my mouth. Sweet? Ive never heard a girl call me that in my life, ever, but she seems to really mean it. The expression on her face makes me ufortable. She looks at me as though Im her goddamn savior, even though Im only doing this for money. Part of me wants to set her straight, but I dont want to see her upset. She gets up from her chair and walks to me, looking at me with a wide smile that makes me feel light. Then she straddles my legs and her fingers slowly rake through my hair. I touch her small waist and I think of all the women Ive fucked in the past few years-how none of them evene close to her. She gets my dick hard whenever she feels like it, and the smug broad knows it. It worried me in the beginning that she was only fucking me to cate me, but after a week of nonstop fucking I know better. She needs my cock just as much as I need her pussy. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when Im barely awake, Ill feel her hand on my cock. Then Ill fuck the shit out of her at some ungodly hour, and then when I wake up in the morning Ill fuck her again. And then shell want more when I get back home. Fuck, its heaven for my overactive cock, but I am tired as hell all the time. I missed you. Elenas sigh washes over my ears as she sits down on myp, straddling my waist. I groan as she reaches down and grabs my hardness, and then she kisses me, and I fight the urge to shove my tongue down her throat. Elena, were going to visit my ma tomorrow. I swallow hard. To tell her everything. My palms sweat just thinking about it. Okay, she says, twirling a finger in my hair. Whats she like? Old-fashioned, I guess. Shell be very happy to meet you. Her brilliant smile falters somewhat, and my chest tightens a little. I know that shes not really mine, that this is all for show, but I cant help but feel a little annoyed. She should be fucking grateful for this. Im just-I wonder whats happening with my mom right now. I didnt leave her with anything. So thats whats bothering her. Then her hand freezes in my hair and she stands up from myp, looking embarrassed. Sorry, I know that youre not here to listen to my problems. You barely talk to me at all, hon. I stand up and my hip bumps into her waist, and she grabs a strand of her hair and tugs it. When Ie home, the first thing you do is jump on my cock. Dont look at me like that-Im notining. I just dont know how to act around you. I dont know what you expect from me. I dont expect anything, doll. Youre the one paying me- -But Im in your house, using your things, invading your privacy- Myugh cuts her off. Youre paying me fifty grand for a few months rent. I shouldnt let you use my things? My hand snakes around her neck. Maybe youre right. I should make you walk naked around the house. Her watery eyes shine in the overhead lights and theughter dies in my throat. All of a sudden, she shakes in my arms and tears stream down her face. Jesus. What did I say? She shakes her head, trying to turn out of my grasp. Nothing. A small yelp leaves her throat as I curl my hand around her forearm and yank her into my chest. Fear shes through her tears and I let go of her arm as though it burned me. Dont walk away from me, Elena. Im just overwhelmed. Rafael keeps contacting me and Im getting married and were building up all these lies that we cant possibly keep straight.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. First of all, give me that phone right now. She grudgingly reaches inside the pocket of her jeans and hands me her cell phone. I turn it on and briefly scroll through the wall of angry text messages. When I find you Ill RIP YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF Ur not gonnast five fucking minutes the moment I find you I dont think you realize how much STRESS youre causing me. After everything Ive fuckin done for you, you two-timing slut I will- My fingers are so tight around the phone that Im sure the ss is about to break. He sounds like a stand-up guy. She smiles weakly. Then I hurl the phone to the floor as hard as I can, shattering the ss. Ignoring her screams of protest, I dig my boot into the stic and stomp hard until its nothing but bits and pieces. What the hell did you do? Ill get you a new phone. You dont need to read that shit every day, itll just make you upset. I take her shoulders in my hands and squeeze them. But Ill have no idea if hes nning something. You let me worry about that, sweetheart. I kiss her wet lips, and she releases a sigh. Honestly theres nothing better than starting off the day with a blowjob. Wet, full lips wrapped around the most sensitive part of your cock, tongue riding up and down your shaft, swirling around your head. Everything fades away. Fucking world peace could be aplished if everyone got enough head. Elena kneels on the shower floor, blinking up at me as hot water rains over her dark hair, which ttens to her face. She smiles at me, taking a break from shoving my fat cock down her throat. Its a perfect thing to look at. Shes fucking hot, and shes on her knees sucking my cock. At the same time, its agonizing because I cant touch her beautiful tits or that pussy always aching for me. How the fuck does she do this to me? How? I cant take it anymore-the wetness, the sliding, the sounds of her greedy mouth. I yank her arm so that she stumbles to her feet, and I gently push her against the ss with a growl. You just love how hard you can get me, dont you? Admit it. #1 Chapter 36 Her lips touch my face, kissing my cheek, and I feel her smile against my skin. Maybe I enjoy it just a little. Her tits flush against my chest and blood pounds through my cock. Every throbbing beat is like a mantra. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Delicate hands wrap around my thick cock and squeeze as she nips my neck. A little, my ass. I grab her shoulders and turn her around, and then my palm rips across her ass. It cracks through the bathroom, sounding a lot worse because of the water coating her skin. She yelps as a bright-red mark blooms over her skin. Then she bends over, palms t against the wall. As long as shes willing, Im going to fuck this girl every spare second that I have. Every moment shes not begging at my knees or bent over is a fucking waste. Her wet hair slides in my hand as I reach forward and yank hard, forcing her to arch her back. Youre too fucking sexy for your own good. And too damn cocky. Goddamn, even the sight of her tits hanging down makes my cock twitch. The curve of her back, the swell of her ass, her glistening pussy-its an image of perfection. My length throbs as I aim it between her lips. They spread apart with the slightest pressure, and she shudders with pleasure as I sink into her. Her legs tremble as I pull back and thrust, addicted to her warmth. Fuck, its incredible. We fit together perfectly. Shes snug around my dick, and I feel her pussy clinging to me as I pull out, as if its desperate to keep me inside. Her palms slip on the ss as I grab her hips and thrust hard enough to make her feet stumble. Still, I find myself wishing we had an audience to fuck in front of, so that everyone could see that this amazing girl is all mine. She pushes her greedy ass against mine, taking more of my cock inside her. I grind against her,ughing when the bathroom echoes with her sharp gasps. The real thrill is when the girles. Absolutely nothing gives me a greater high than a girl bingpletely undone over my cock. Its intoxicating to have that kind of power over someone. The more I fuck her, the more of a turn-on it is. Shes not tired of me, no matter how many times I fuck her. Tony, more! Ill give you more. I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as my pelvis smashes into her. She screams, slipping on the wall, but I hold her against me, pounding hard as she contorts her face, her tits swinging. Harder! Damn it. I cant fuck you much harder. The ecstasy twisting her face makes blood rush to my chest. The steam rises in the shower, scorching our bodies, and I feel almost faint. My hand reaches around, ying with her clit as I watch my cock pulse inside her. I feel the bulge moving through her. Come for me, baby. I want you toe hard on my dick. I-I am-Im- a wordless moan cuts off the rest of her words and she copses on the ss. Her cunt tightens around me and then I pull out. The pressure builds as I fist my cock and I stroke once, sighing as jets of cum st over her back. Elena turns around and I get a brief look of her flushed face before her arms wrap around my head and her lips crush against mine, so insistent and consuming. She bites my bottom lip and pulls back. I want more. My hand snakes around her neck and I grab a fistful of hair. How many times a day do I have to fuck you to make you happy? She reaches behind herself, smiling, and shuts off the water. I dont know yet. Shes either some kind of angel sent from Heaven with the mission of overworking my cock, or shes fucking the pain away. Whatever the reason, Im d. I admire the way her tits move as she reaches up and wrings out her hair, and grab two towels for her before running one all over myself. I get ready in the other bathroom while she hogs the main one. It takes her fucking long to do all the shit she needs to do with makeup and her hair, but when shes finished, she looks gorgeous. My chest tightens as she gives me a kiss on the cheek. She wears a skin-tight semi-sheer ck sweater and jeans that leave little to the imagination. I know that I barely know her and shes mostly just a hot girl who I fuck, but it makes me proud. Im proud to show her off to my ma. She takes my hand, squeezing hard as we leave my apartment. I watch her face, her darting eyes, and her mouth, slightly parted as if shes seconds from screaming. A hot wave of rage suddenly rises inside me for that asshole who made her so afraid. Theres no one on the icy streets and I open the car door, letting her inside first. Then I join her and we drive out of there. Silence descends in the car, and I keep sneaking nces at her. I barely know a thing about her. So whats with you? What do you mean? My hands tighten on the steering wheel. Ive never known a girl to want it that often. I havent had fun in a very long time. She gives me a curious look and her hand curves around my thigh. You make me feel really good about myself. I-I never realized how much I needed that. A pang of sadness hits me suddenly, and I cant help but feel that whatever this is between us-shes already feeling something a little more than lust. Then she lets out a shaky sigh. Im worried about this. Truth be told, my guts havent unclenched since we left my apartment. I dont like lying to my ma, but for once in my worthless life Im doing something for the greater good. Shell understand. I hope. Dont worry about her. Itll be fine. Like hell itll be. I know exactly what my mother will do. Shell scream, shell cry, shell want to be involved in every damn aspect of the wedding. The forty minutes to Terrebonne dont take very long at all and I pull into the driveway. We sit in the car as the engine ticks and stare at my childhood home. Even though its freezing, neither of us makes the move to open the car door. All right. Lets do this. I open the door and step outside as Elena does the same, wrapping her arms around her sides immediately. She waits for me to walk around the car and then we walk up the path to the front door. Elena lets out a nervous sigh as I raise my fist- The door flies open and my ma stands in the doorway, looking beautiful and put-together as always. Hi, baby! I gesture toward Elena. Ma, this is Elena. #1 Chapter 37 Poor Elena stiffens as my mother throws her arms around her neck and kisses her cheeks, nearly crying in ecstasy. Its nice to meet you. Oh my God, shes so-youre so beautiful. My son finally has a girlfriend. Come in. Come in! Red-faced, Elena smiles and walks in the house as I take a huge breath. Here we fucking go. It smells wonderful, but then again, it always does. It doesnt matter what time of the night it is, whenever Ie over my ma insists on feeding me. Typical Italian mom, I guess. It looks exactly the same as it did when my dad was still alive. Same beaten-up furniture that my ma refuses to rece for some reason that escapes me. Its as though she expects him to walk in any moment and find everything exactly the way he left it. A pain hits my side whenever I see a photo of him, and theyre everywhere in this fucking house. When he died, it was as though my heart was ripped from my breast. My petite mom waves Elena inside, motioning toward the kitchen. Please, sit, sit. Tony,e here and help your mother. Elena stands up from the chair. I can help, too. No, no. Sit down and rx. Have some-oh Jesus, where are my oven mitts! Chuckling, I walk into the kitchen and grab the oven mitts from the top of the refrigerator. Here.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Ma squints at me through her sses and takes the mitts from me. Maddon, Im losing it. Tony, set the table. I grab fists full of silverware and ce them around the small table, smiling at Elena, who sits as if her back is attached to a steel rod. She flinches suddenly as I drop my hand over her shoulder and squeeze it. Rx, hon. Her muscles rx under my hand. She turns her head with a smile as I stroke her back. You two look so adorable, my ma says, smiling at us. I never thought my son would bring home a girl. Its been at least ten years since he had a girlfriend- -Ma! Jesus fucking Christ, dont bring that up. Her smile fumbles under my re, and I grab a stack of tes, ignoring Elenas curious stare. My hands shake and the ceramic cracks together noisily. Ma winces. Watch it! Those are new! Sorry, Ma. The oven blows a cloud of steam into the kitchen as Ma takes out the roast ham and lets it rest on the kitchen counter. You never told me how you met each other. I sit down next to Elena, finding her hand under the table. Let me do the talking. At Tommys bar. Ma gets the knife out of the drawer and sticks the meat thermometer in the steaming ham. And you two hit it off? Her fingers tighten around mine. They feel ice cold. Ive done drug deals with bikers and Ive never been this nervous. Theres a golf ball in my throat. My heart pounds and my mouth is dry. Well-ah. Yeah, I guess you could say that. She frowns at me over the ham and finally sets the thermometer down. Ma, could youe sit down? What? Her eyes widen. Whats wrong? Theres something wrong, isnt there? I can tell. No, not really- Her mouth trembles as she rips off her sses and wipes her face. Tears burst from her eyes. Youre going to prison, arent you? My jaw drops. No. Its a fucking nightmare. The kitchen echoes with her heart-wrenching sobs, and I take her hand in mine. I never wanted you to be in this-your father would turn in his grave if he knew- Ma, Im not going to jail! She leans over the table, her eyes zing. Theres no trust in her gaze. I feel like such a scumbag. Then what is it? What is it, Tony? Im pregnant! My head snaps to a stunned Elena, whose whole face slowly burns red. She looks as if she cant believe what she just said. What? The look my mother gives me makes me wish that I was getting the shit beaten out of me. I feel small. My hand drapes over Elenas shoulder and I pull her into my chest, rubbing her arm. Were having a baby, Ma. She rubs her eyes and looks at me as though I must be an apparition. Youre having a baby? Elenas pregnant? Elena opens her mouth and gives her a tentative smile. Yes. Youre going to be a nonna. #1 Chapter 38 Her mouth trembles and fresh tears spill from her eyes. Oh my god! I cant believe it! Within seconds, her arms fly around my neck and she squeezes until I grunt. Ma, rx. She dissolves into tears, and her sobbing punches me right in the chest. Elena looks at me, wearing an expression that mirrors what I feel. Im going to Hell for this. No redemption. Then she unsticks herself from my neck and clings to Elena. Youre going to have my grandbaby? Oh my God, Im so excited! My chest tightens as she embraces my mom back and Im surprised to see her eyes swimming with tears. Is she acting? My mom finally releases Elena and copses on the chair. Oh thank the Lord, I never thought this day woulde. Your father would be so proud-hed be so happy. I have no fucking idea what my father would have felt. He died before I got to know him. I was ten. I know. Oh, Tony. Elena wants to get married before she starts showing. Ma gulps down her cries and nods. Of course, but-Oh my God. Im really sorry to dump all of this on you, Ma. We only just found out. Do you love each other? I dont even dare look at Elena. I dont know your son very well, but I think that hes a wonderful man-and I want my baby to have a family. Overwhelmed, my mother presses her hand towel to her eyes as tears stream down her face, and Elena reaches across the table and takes my moms hand. Please dont be upset. I watch her quivering mouth and I suddenly have a strange impulse to tuck the hair hanging around her face behind her ear. I-I wish it were under different circumstances, but Im not upset. She trembles and then bursts out, Oh bless you! I thought Id never see my son get married. The rest of the evening passes slowly. Its torturous, and I feel more and more rotten as the hours go by. She dials every fucking member of my family to tell them the news, and she cries, and she gives Elena the numbers of every rmended florist and bakery and venue that she can think of. Worst of all are the constant references to my dad, and how proud hed be and how she wishes he were still alive. Finally its time to go, and Ma stops me right as Im about to leave the house. She clings to my jacket. Tony, you better raise this baby right. Of course I will. I mean it, she snaps. I know how you spend your nights, and I dont want to see that sweet girl hurt. Its not like shed know about it. Her hand whirls out of nowhere, pping me hard across the face. Its fucking humiliating. She glowers at me. What the fuck? I dont want to hear any of your smart mouth. You have a responsibility to your wife and baby. Its time to grow up, Tony. Tears ze her eyes and the air leaves my chest. I didnt raise you right. What? You followed in your dads footsteps, after I did everything I could to stop it. My voice dips to a growl. Youve got to stop ming yourself for that. I chose the life. It was a mistake. I have to live with that, not you. I have to live with every stupid decision you make, Tony. Thats what you dont realize. Promise me youll be good to this girl. Youre not going to leave her for someone else when she gives birth to your baby. Promise me. My eyes water from staring at her for so long. I wont.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Ma looks at me for a moment as though she wants to believe me, and then she closes the door. This is too much. This is way too fucking much. If that prick doesnt kill me, my mother will. I m the door to the apartment and Elena flinches beside me. She cringes with that emotion that I hate to see on any womans face. Shes never seen me angry. My mothers anguished face shes through my mind as I rip open the refrigerator door and pull out a beer. I snap off the top, ring at Elena as she stands in the kitchen, carefully avoiding my eyes. I guzzle down the beer and feel it add to the pool of hot, burning guilt. Tony, I-Im really sorry for all this. I know it must have been really difficult. It was hard for me, too. Shes just another girl who wants something from me. Why the fuck did I ever agree to do this? What amount of money is worth ruining my rtionship with my mother, the only person I care about in the whole world? Oh, it was hard for you? Please, tell me how it was hard for you. My own mother pped me. She expects me to keep my dick in my pants for our marriage. Her beautiful face whitens. I like your mother, and I dont want to see her get hurt. Im not-Im not proud of what I did. The heat burns down my throat as I swallow another mouthful. I cant fucking do this. What? No, Tony, please- Im sorry, babe, but its just not worth it. I cant do this. I cant fuck one woman for three months, I cant be a good husband, I cant do any of the things you want me to do. She stares at me for a moment, flinching from my words. I hate that look on her face. I hate anything that makes me feel for her. An awful sound pierces through my chest as Elena tries to draw in breath. Then her body shakes and my chest caves in as she grabs my shoulders. #1 Chapter 39 Tell me what I have to do. Ill do anything you want. Just dont-please dont- The vein on her forehead looks as if its going to blow, and then the smallest tear squeezes from her eye. And Im done. Be good to her, Tony. My mothers voice snarls in my head and I wrap my arms around Elenas body, unable to stomach the look of destruction on her face. What if I dont want to be good? I never gave a shit about being the good guy. Why should I now? Because shes a great piece of ass? Ill ask someone else, she says finally. No. It bursts out of me immediately like a visceral reaction. Suddenly blood churns in my head as I think about her fucking some other made guy. No fucking way. Fuck, Im stuck with this chick. I couldnt live with myself if I pawned her off to someone else. Im not attached, but I want to possess her. Shes my prize, and I like having ess to her pussy 24/7. I need more. She blinks. I have more money. I dont give a shit about your money. My hand curls underneath her jaw and a smile spreads across my face as I think about all the things I could get her to do for me. I thought I was being the good guy for helping her out, but I couldnt have been more wrong. Meeting my mother taught me that. Its time to stop giving a fuck about being the good guy. Lets face it, Im an asshole. Always will be. You need to be minepletely mine. She hups. Well, we are getting married. I grope her tight ass and my cock stiffens in my cks. Yeah, but its not a real marriage. You dont really belong to me, and thats whats bothering me. Her eyes widen as she looks at me. What are you saying? You want to-you want it to be real? No. I just dont want your fucking money. I-I dont get understand. Its simple. I take her beautiful face in my hands and my thumb runs along her bottom lip. You want my help? Fine. Ill take you as payment. Her mouth opens and my brain lurches, suddenly frozen. I want to kiss her. I want to fuck those perfect lips. What does that mean? It means that youre mine. Your body in exchange for being your husband. I love the way her cheeks fill with color. For some reason, it turns me on to think that the sexy minx I brought home might actually be shy. Because breaking her in would be so goddamn fun. I hate the idea of being on loan for you. She makes a face. Jesus. Is that what this is about? The fucking money? I thought you were a businessman. Who the hell cares how you make your money? It cant be any worse than what youve already done. A surge of anger fills my chest, hot and disturbing. In the beginning, I thought it was smart. Hell, fifty grand to fuck some chick for a few months? Why not? I couldnt see past my own dick, and Ive already invested too much in this. Tommy knows about the money, which means theres a risk that Johnny will find out. And he cant find out. Theres also the fact that the moment I take her money, I be her employee. Im hers, when it should be the other way around. I cant live like that. I dont care about right and wrong. Ive just changed my mind.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Her eyes harden like dark gems. Tell me why you want me to do this. Its the only way this will work. I need to be in control of you, sweetheart. If I dont feel like Im in control, I wont be able to keep my dick in my pants. If I dont do that, then everyone will know this is aplete sham. Elena nods and grits her teeth, looking pissed off. What do you want? There are things Ive never tried with a girl that Id love to try on you. L-like what? Oh, like fucking you in front of a crowd of men. Things that might make you embarrassed. I sweep her hair over her neck as redness pricks across her cheeks. I think about Tommys bar, about the thrill I used to feel getting some random chick to scream my name. It pales inparison to the thrill of what I could do with Elena. Im an asshole for doing this. Its time to embrace it. ELENA The sterling-silver metal egg rests in the palm of my hand, the coolness pleasant. I gaze into the mirror, and he stands behind me, his grinning face amused by my horror. In your pussy, yes. Hes lost his goddamn mind. Tony wraps an arm around my bare midriff, nting a kiss on my neck that makes my core heat up. Its remote controlled and there are various settings. His other arm snakes around my waist with the tiny remote. Theres a clicking noise and then the egg in my hand vibrates violently. His thumb rolls over the wheel and the shaking increases in intensity. Shit. #1 Chapter 40 It nearly tumbles out of my palm, and he turns it off. A strange thrill runs through my body at the thought of wearing this thing to our engagement party? where the boss of the Cravotta family will be. Then I feel slightly ill. I stare into his happy face, unable to believe what Im hearing. Youre insane. I cant fucking do this. Yes, you can. Johnny will be there, for fucks sake! You really want me to do this in front of your boss? His wolfish grin sends chills down my spine, and then he spreads his hands over my naked stomach and I shudder as heat burns my skin.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Especially him, yes. I gape at him through the mirror. Why the fuck would he want to disrespect his boss like that? Why? Because it turns me on, baby. I like the idea of you getting wet and frustrated in front of all these guys, wholl have no idea whats going on. My skin prickles with desire as he runs his hands over me, his coarse cheek slightly brushing mine as his words hiss over my ear, making my heart pound. I dont know how I feel about it-Im embarrassed, thats for sure, and a little bewildered. Who knew hed be such a kinky freak? Where the hell is thising from? Strong hands curl around my shoulders and turn me around so that Im facing him. A flush fills my cheeks and chest as he gives me that gorgeous, panty-melting smile. He takes the egg from my hands and his lips bump against mine. My body weakens as his tongue strokes my lips, and I open my mouth for him. At the same time, I feel his callused fingers reaching down between my legs. I widen my stance and he rubs the vibrator over my clit. Ive been thinking a lot about you, and all the things I could get you to do for me- Basically, youre an asshole. He grins at me. Dont pretend you dont fucking love it. A small moan escapes my lips when he nts another hot kiss over my mouth. Listen, baby. I want you. I want you in ways that youre not always going to love, but youll do them anyway-for me. Its hard to think when his fingers slip between my swollen lips, curling upward as the vibrator hums over my clit. I want you begging me to fuck you by the end of the night. A shudder runs through my body as he pushes the egg inside me. It slides in with little resistance as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He pulls back, smirking. Im dimly aware that I should be putting up more of a fight. Hes hot and all, but am I willing to humiliate myself like this for him? At the same time, I feel dirty for the excitement that shoots into my chest. Its so fucking wrong. Should we test it? Without waiting for a response, he clicks a button and the cool metal suddenly vibrates inside me. The vibrating egg sends electrical spasms into my clit. Pleasure spikes into my core, and it gradually throbs with a growing ache. Holy shit. I breathe deeply as heughs and wrap my arms around his back. Tony-shit-this is too much! Its on the lowest setting, sweetheart. Is that too much for you? He thumbs the wheel and the vibrator increases speed like a hummingbirds wings. Its as though his tongue is sliding up and down my clit, and I think about the long, hard cock between his legs, and how maddening it is that its not inside me. Right. Fucking. Now. Tony! He chuckles and turns the vibrator off, but my legs still tremble as though weakened by it. I kiss his chest and grab a mouthful of his irresistible muscle and bite down slightly. Heughs and kisses my head. Fuck me. My face burns as he reaches down and cups my wetness, sliding a hard finger over my clit. Then he pulls back and spanks my ass and a ripple of anger runs through me. Now get ready. A smirk shes at me through the mirror before he stalks out of the bathroom, leaving me there with a throbbing ache pulsing between my legs. This is so fucking crazy. Really, it is. Im getting married to a man a barely know, a bad boy who had a crisis of conscience over deceiving his mother. Oh, and hes into humiliating me in front of his buddies because that apparently gets him off. The eyeliner trembles in my hand as I imagine Rafael bursting into the restaurant with a gun. He must know by now, and it kills me that I dont have ess to his texts anymore. Hes probably murderous with rage and Tony will be at the top of his list when he finds out another guy knocked me up. Tony tells me not to worry about it, but how can I do that? My sister has my new phone number, and her scathing texts hint that shes found out about it, too. Vince stopped by. Hes looking for Rafael. He told me that youre getting engaged to some French guy in Montreal and that youre pregnant??? What the hell is going on? BTW, Thanks a lot for the invitation to your engagement party. Sighing, I clench my fingers around the phone. I cant deal with my pissed-off family right now. No, I didnt tell her anything about the engagement, or my so-called predicament. I know that its rude. Were Italian. Refusing to invite your family to your engagement party might as well be a capital crime. I just dont want any of them there. Its going to be bad enough as it is, surrounded by strangers with a fucking vibrator shoved inside me. Jesus. How did I get from running from my ex to shoving a vibrator up my pussy for a man I hardly know? A ripple of excitement runs through my body at the idea of a hot pulse of pleasure running between my legs the whole time Im supposed to be meeting Cravotta family associates. I must have done hundreds of these events with my dad, and he wouldve busted a nut if I tried anything like this in front of his people. I choke outughter, seizing the sink for support as I think about doing this in front of these big, scary Mafiosi. It makes me wonder why Tony would do this. Why risk his reputation just to get off? I catch a glimpse of him shrugging on his dress shirt over his tattooed chest, a slight frown on his face. Before we met his mother, I would have thought that he was just another dead-eyed, empty shell. Beautiful to look at, but hollow inside. Its a struggle to get a reaction from him. I tell him about my psychotic ex, and he shrugs as though its hardly worth thinking about. Hes unppable. Tony hangs in the doorway, his hair slicked back, his face freshly shaven and still moist. He looks appetizing in his ck suit, the red shirt and tie making him look like a modern manifestation of the devil. His narrowed eyes radiate heat as they drop down my neck and over my curves. He slips a casual hand into his jacket pocket and suddenly a jolt rips through my pussy. A smile spreads over his handsome face. #1 Chapter 41 Perfect. One of the few advantages of being a woman is being able to be turned-on without anybody ever realizing it. There were so many times that I sat in high school ss and fantasized about the algebra teacher bending me over his desk and fucking me hard, or sometimes Id be trapped in an elevator with a hottie and Id bask in his presence, imagining his mouth over mine. Id stew in silence and feel my panties growing wet, and no one would know. It was safe to fantasize.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. It was even fun. Tonys taken that away. He ripped the security nket from my shoulders when he shoved that vibrator up my pussy, which is all I can think about even as I shake hands with Tonys associates with my slightly damp one. Fucking asshole. It hums inside me as I walk around Le Zinc, the restaurant Tony brought me to celebrate our engagement. He keeps a firm hand around my waist as we float from person to person. Its a beautiful restaurant, and the live jazz band gives the ce a moody, intimate feeling. I expect to see people making out-I expect to see them fucking in that darkened corner by the bathrooms- Jesus. Im horny as hell. I was wondering: Is it hard being close to me? He slides his arm around my waist with deliberate slowness. I can just imagine how wet your panties must be right now. I look up and down his body, my eyes lingering right below his belt. Naked-I want him naked. I want my legs wrapped around him and that fucking irritating smile. Hes just so goddamn delectable in that suit, and the vibrator keeps reminding me just how much I need him. Theres no way to get off, and people are everywhere. Tonys family and friends. People Ive never met before. I should be getting to know people. Instead, Im obsessed with getting to know the intimate details of Tonys cock. Im going to kill you. Your pussy must be aching. Tell me, does every wave through your pussy remind you of how nice my cock feels inside you? Tonys voice rumbles deliciously in my ear and I turn into his arms, my hands and face scorching hot. His quietughter sends a ripple of rage through me. Fucking asshole. Turn it the fuck off. The violent buzzing between my legs is maddening. Im seconds away from ripping off his clothes, and he gives me a brief, chaste kiss that only adds fuel to the zing fire. Not a chance. Seeing you all worked up like this is way too fun. He takes my arms, slides his hands up, and he might as well be running them up my legs. He turns his head. Hey, Johnny. Johnny? Oh fuck. The slick Montreal boss suddenly materializes out of thin air to give Tony a swift hug and a kiss on both cheeks. A sick sensation swoops around my stomach as Tony casually slips a hand in his jacket and the vibrations magnify a hundredfold. Congrattions, Tony, petit criss. Oh God. Im next. I dont even care about the fact that thest time I saw this man, he threw me out of his restaurant and denied me help. He turns to me, beaming as Tony grins behind him, indifferent to the fact that Im seconds away froming. The boss extends a hand as my stomach tenses so hard that its impossible to inhale. Please donte. Please dont. My legs tighten as I try to still the fucking vibrator sending pleasure throughout my body, but its cruel. Its like a knife into my flesh. I cant stop it. It cant help but build up, and up, and up. I let out a gasp and wrap my arms around Johnny as my pussy clenches hard over the device. Tony bites his fist as he watches mee with his bosss arms wrapped around me. Sorry, I gasp. Im just-a bit-overwhelmed. Johnnys stunned face lightens somewhat. Hes not the kind of guy you touch without permission. My body trembles with the explosion, the aftershocks still singeing my nerves. Pleasure and relief flood my limbs, but the device hums against my clit, ramping the desire up again. I bite my lip hard. Tony lowers the speed, and Im able to breathe. You all right, hon? You look a little-red. Oh really? Is my face red? Hmm, I guess it has to do with the fucking VIBRATOR up my twat right now. Just the thought of what I must look makes me shoot daggers at Tony. Tony lets out augh that quickly bes a cough. Yeah, uh-shes worried about her ex showing up, thats all. My ex? Oh yeah. Him. Funny how a little toy can make you forget about violent exes. My heart jumps when Johnny frowns at us. Yeah, well. I need to talk to you about that. He might show up. What? My hand seizes Tonys arm as dizzying shocks pound through my heart. You never gave me the paternity test, so now the asshole is iming that the baby is his. No. The vibrator shuts off and Tonys strong, protective arm curls around my waist. I feel him bristling. Its Tonys. Its not his! Johnny turns his head with a humorless smile. Can you prove that? No, I cant, because there is no baby. The bottom drops out of my stomach. John, I looked it up and you cant do a test like that until seven or eight months. We went to the doctor. He said I was a couple weeks pregnant. It fits. We only just met- It could easily be Rafaels, sweetheart. Frankly, the man has a right to know if the child is his, and he has a right to be in that childs life- I dont want him in my babys life! My voice rises to a shout and Tony squeezes my hip in warning. #1 Chapter 42 Johnnys hardened face stares me down. He has a right if hes the father. Tonys jaw makes a tic as he looks back at Johnny, fuming. John, I dont want that asshole at my engagement party. If hes showing up, were leaving. Disappointment steams off Johnnys face. I can tell that he doesnt approve, but he cant force us to ept a fucking audience from my ex at my own party. Fine. Ill let them know to bar him from the restaurant. His eyes slide to mine. Sooner orter, youre going to have to face him. He walks off, leaving me trembling in Tonys arms. The horror of it all buries me, until breathing feels painful. I never anticipated all this shit, but of course we should have. We were so stupid. Tony.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Suddenly his hand is viselike around my arm. Elena, get behind me. There you are, you fucking cunt! A vicious voice fills my veins with toxin, and Tony throws an arm in front of me, shoving me back as Rafael lunges forward. Looking furious, Johnny seizes the back of his cor and yanks him. I fucking told you to be civil, he hisses into his ear before giving him a sharp p across the face. Rafaels head rips to the side. His eyes lift to John, and Im surprised at the threat simmering inside them. Shes carrying my kid, John. That remains to be seen. If there fucking even is a kid at all, he snarls. I open my mouth in fury, but Tony gets there first. Why dont you go fuck yourself? A cruel grin stretches Rafaels mouth as he appraises Tony, who is a muchrger man. Unfortunately Tony doesnt seem to intimidate Rafael. So youre the asshole fucking my girl? Tony smiles. Shes not your girl. Oh, I beg to differ. You lost the right to call her that the moment youid a hand on her. His face contorts with rage. Shes mine and everything that belongs to her, belongs to me! You whine like a little bitch, Tony snaps, finally releasing some of his anger. She doesnt want you. She wants me. Get over here! he screams at me. For a moment Rafael just stands there, quietly burning as the things he thought he had slipped from his grasp without him even realizing. I watch him suffer with a cruel sort of satisfaction pounding against my ribs. He wont win. Not this time. First he lost me. Now his pride is gone, too. Youre a dead man. All right, thats enough, Johnny shouts. He motions with his head, and two men grab Rafaels arms, dragging him out of the restaurant. Rafael snaps the moment they touch his arms. His voice raises to the ceiling as he screams at the top of his lungs. People nce around in their seats. Flecks of spittle fly from his mouth. YOURE FUCKING DEAD! ILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BETTER- I disappear from Tonys side and run through the restaurant, ignoring everyones sympathetic looks as I disappear into the bathroom. My chest swells and I check every stall first, confirming that Im alone. Then I let myself curl into a ball. Only this once. My back slides against the wall and I try to cover my mouth to stifle the horribly loud and embarrassing sounds. My insides feel like caving in because Im so humiliated. Tonys mother must have seen the whole thing-and all the other wives, too. Theres also the fact that wepletely overlooked that Rafael might be crazy enough to im the baby was his. I stand up, shaking in anger as I stare into the mirror over the sink, tears blurring my vision. I want to smash that weak, pathetic thing. Who the fuck is she? She isnt Jack Vittorios daughter. Shes just a scared little girl, too weak to handle her own problems. The door rattles. Elena? He opens the door before I can tell him to leave and steps inside, locking it behind him. I look at his cool, indifferent face for a while. What the hell are we doing, Tony? The bathroom echoes with his sharp footsteps, which make me flinch. He stops in front of me and my skin prickles as he brushes his fingers over my bare neck. What do you mean? We cant possibly-were fucked! Theres no way we can keep up with these lies. Sure we can. Well pay off those technicians to fake some tests for us. He sounds so sure. So confident. Then what happens in a few months when Im supposed to be showing and Im not? He shrugs andughs at me, as though Im making a big deal out of nothing. So we fucking say you miscarried it. Its no ones fucking business. As for Joe Jerk-off, well, hell have to back off once were married. I dont know. His lips descend over mine and I seize his neck, leaning into him as his mouth devour me. At the same time, I hear a sound that reminds me of fabric- BZZZZT. The vibrator hums to life and my arousal returns with a vengeance as I open my mouth in a gasp. Tony-this isnt the time! This is the perfect fucking time. You need to get your mind off things, and Ill be a lot happier watching youe while you shake Johnnys hand than watching you cry. His voice is sweet. I dont expect that, and tears thicken my throat as he cradles my cheek in his hand. Theres not a tinge of doubt in his eyes, just reassuring confidence. #1 Chapter 43 Jesus Christ, Elena, stop crying. I try. My lips press together and I fight to keep the pain from bursting out, but of course it does. Its inevitable. Itll be all right. He wraps his arms around me and Im swallowed by his bulk. Please stop crying. Please. I-Im not upset. Im just happy that I have you. The tears subside as I swallow that down. Fuck, Im already getting way too attached to this guy. Even his smile gives me a high. Ive never felt anything like him before. A tentative smirk pulls at his lips when he watches me calm down as the vibrations rip through my body.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Now get that sexy ass back outside. You need to say hello to my mother. For all his banter, he turns off the vibrator the moment I take his hand. We leave the bathroom together and walk back into the crowd of people sipping drinks. The men p Tonys back and smile at me. Jesus, what a fucking lunatic! A man with a wide grinughs at Tonys stony face. Fucking Yanks. I flinch at that remark and turn away from the men to sit down alone at the long wooden table set up for us. The table is alreadyden with Italian appetizers: salumi and cheese, freshly cut country bread, and olives. The men start jabbering away in rapid French, all of it sounding so alien to my ears. Im lost here. A chair scrapes back and I look up to see a pretty girl with dark curls and voluptuous curves sitting across the table. Her round eyes soften when she looks at me. Hi, my name is Mnie. Im Tommys girlfriend. Oh. She speaks with a strong New York ent. I take her hand and shake it. Im Elena. I nce at the tall, lean form hanging around the group of men. Tommy must not be able to understand a word, but he doesnt look like he gives a shit. Im trying to gauge how much she saw, and my hands shake underneath the table. I guess you saw what happened. My face flushes as she nods her curly head. Yeah. Her eyes lower to the table. A wave of depression suddenly hits me as I think about how I must look to these people. What a mess. Im just an ex-Mafia princess with a ton of baggage, who got knocked up by a notorious man whore. How ridiculous I must look to her. Oh who the fuck cares? Look at him. He doesnt give a fuck. Tony nces over asionally to find me, and when he does his smile gives me instant heat, like a hot drop of pleasure down my throat. No one will dare say anything disrespectful to him about me. Insult a made guys wife, and you might as well make ns for your funeral. Thats the way this world works. Its a bit embarrassing. He made a fool out of himself, not you. The honesty shining from her eyes makes me feel a bit better. So youre from New York, too? What brought you here? Her cheeks burn suddenly, and she looks at me almost guiltily. Its a long story. My guts turn to ice. After all the shit that went down with my father, Tommy had to leave town. Obviously his girlfriend followed him. Theres guilt all over her face, and the way her eyes avoid me tell me that she knows a lot more than I do. Fuck, Ive barely thought about it. I know Tommy was part of the crew that killed my dad. Mnies face drains of color. I almost expect to see blood pooling at her feet. It doesnt matter anymore. I just want to move on, you know? Make a better life for myself. Im basically in the same boat. She smiles painfully at her boyfriend, who sits down next to her. Weve been here a few months. It was hard at first, but were getting the hang of it. Enough people speak English so its not really a problem. A rattling sound fills me with horror. The fucking vibrator hums inside me, banging against the wooden chair. It slipped out too far, and everyone can hear the noise. Tommy frowns, looking for the source of the noise, and I tighten my legs, stifling it. Ill fucking kill him. Tony joins me at the table with a knowing grin and slides his arm across my shoulder, kissing the shell of my ear as my core seizes. His fingers gently rake over my skin, ying over the strap of my dress, and Im consumed with an image of him tearing off my clothes. Every small movement he makes reminds me of sex and the pulsing ache between my legs, which desperately needs something long and hard. Meanwhile Im pinned to his warmth and theres not a thing I can do-sex, sex, sex. Theres nothing else in my mind. I give him a sharp look that hepletely ignores. Fine. Two can y that game, baby. I let my left hand fall casually to my side and then I slowly inch it under the table. Theres no tablecloth. The whole fucking world can see what Im doing, but I dont give a shit. My hand falls over his hard knee and I gently squeeze his thigh, stroking. His muscles stiffen under my hand, but his speech doesnt falter. What venue were you thinking for the wedding, Tony? Im not sure. I like that one ce we went to for Francois, with the gardens? A man down the table nods. Yeah, thats Parc Jean-Drapeau. My hand inches up his cks and excitement runs through my veins as my fingers just barely touch the bulge between his legs. Tony coughs and his hand drops his fork to slip into his jacket. Holy fuck. Its pressing right up against my clit and the speed triples. I look down the table, trying to distract myself from the lust pounding through my veins. Its like a dirty whisper in my ear, constant and nagging. You want to fuck him. You wontst through the night if you dont take his cock, and let him fill you uppletely. My fork tters against the ceramic te. All the food is delicious, but I cant taste it. I cant taste anything but the slightly salty skin of his cock when I imagine taking him in my mouth. Im grabbing him in in view. All the guy next to him would have to do is look at Tonysp, and hed see. My face flushes with heat when Tony grabs my hand and pulls it away from hisp. #1 Chapter 44 Youre giving me a hard-on, he hisses. I smile sweetly. Thats the point, isnt it? You fuck with me, and I fuck with you. His eyes ze as my hand returns to hisp, fingers curling around his thickness. I squeeze and feel him twitch. He stares at me for a little too long and then theresughter down the table. I let him go, convinced they saw us, but its only Tommy,ughing at someones joke. Relief flows over Tonys face and he gives his head a little shake. Then he leans over. Come with me. Right in the middle of dinner? Stand the fuck up before I drag you. I recognize that look smoldering in his face, and my insides leap with excitement as he excuses himself. He awkwardly positions his jacket to hide his boner, and Iugh to myself as he gives me a severe look. My chair scrapes the floor as I get up after him, weaving around the tables as he quickly heads for the back of the restaurant. Theres an enclosed ss room with sheer curtains for private parties, and Tony holds open the door for me. Get in. I look inside. Theres no one in there, but the table has already been set and theres a little card sitting there: RESERVED. Tony, what-? Get in. The sound of his voice makes me hesitate, but its not just that. He looks pissed. Darkened eyes narrow at me as I pause near the doorway, and then he ces a hand on the small of my back and pushes me inside roughly. The ss door rattles as he follows me and ms the door shut. The breath catches in my throat as he takes several furious strides toward me, and my back bumps into the table. Then his hand buries into the back of my head and suddenly his harsh whisper cuts across my ear, the sound remarkably like steel. I dont ever remember telling you that you could grab my cock in public. A small hup of fear cuts off my gasp when his hot breath billows over my neck. I was just returning the favor. I wince as his fingers tighten around the strands of my hair. I think youre a little fucking confused about your role, here. Yeah? Smartass. His hand suddenly wraps around my neck, the other one still pulling my hair, and he spins me so that my back is against his chest. I see myself in the highly reflective ss, chest pulsing under the flimsy dress he picked out for me. You do what I say-when I say it. That was the agreement. My derisiveugh echoes in the empty room. Im pretty sure the agreement was that I pay you fifty thousand- I told you. I dont give a fuck about the money. The hand lightly grasping my neck slides down, and then he takes my breast under the dress. Electrical shocks run straight to my pussy as he grabs my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezes. I want you, and Ill take you as payment. How many fucking times do I have to say it? A sudden thrill clenches my core as the words pulse in my head. I want you. His fingers sy over my breast, making the breath catch in my throat before he slides his hand to the other one, groping it. What the hell does that mean? He doesnt want the money anymore? But this is just-what about-? Shut up and listen to me. The gruffness in his voice steals the rest of my words, and for a moment Im stunned. Who the hell does he think he is? His thumb circles my nipple, teasing the sensitive flesh, and then his tongue touches my neck. Its hot and cold, like flesh on fire. His mouth closes over the skin and he sucks hard. I think hes forgetting that this was all an arrangement. My lips pull into a smile and he notices, biting down on my neck hard. The sharp pain makes me yelp. Or what? Then he grins. Well, you might just get what you fucking want, thats all. Im yanked back as Tony pulls me behind the table, reaching out with an arm to sweep the candles and silverware from it. They fly off, bouncing and nging noisily over the floor, and then he ces a broad hand on my back, pushing me over the table. Tony! Desperate hands seize the edge of my dress and tug it over my back, exposing my ass to the air. I tten against the wood, the curtains only partially obscuring us from the outside. Fucking hell, I can see the party from here. All they would have to do is nce over. Tony, this is crazy. You grabbed my cock in the middle of dinner. What, did you think I was going to ignore that? He cant be fucking serious.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. But my mind heats at the idea of him taking me right here, where they can see me. It makes me wonder. This was all supposed to be temporary, but were already breaking down all the rules we set for ourselves, and now he doesnt even want my money? What the hell is this, exactly? I hate to break it to you, but Im not your fucking ve. No, but youre not a fucking princess, either. You dont get to do whatever you want anymore. Understand? Scorching hands scrape at my thong, pulling it all the way down my legs. The fabric shivers against my skin, and I moan when he gives me a stinging p across my ass. I asked you a question. #1 Chapter 45 Its not as if Im a stranger to being dominated like this. Rafael loved to put me in my ce, but usually that involved beating me into submission. A real man doesnt need to ask. She submits to him because she wants to, because his very presence makes her clit hum. Tonys different. Hes a bad boy, but I know hed never raise a hand to me. Well, you know what I mean. Another hard p burns my sensitive flesh as the blow reverberates through my body. I cant really think about the pain. Everything hones in on how exposed we are. Jesus Christ, I can see them in the distance. The ringing sound of his palm against my flesh snaps me out of it. I focus on his hand, syed over my ass. He rubs the burn gently and I feel the warmth of his legs against mine. No one ever spanked me like this. Rafaels hands were always about inflicting pain, but Tonys caress soothes the slight burn. I can do this all fucking day. SLAP! My body jerks on the table as another blow rips over my right cheek. Yes-yes, I understand. He chuckles, the deep sound filling my chest with an angry glow. His hands roll over my curves, never ceasing their movement. Its an incredible feeling. I never thought I would want to fuck a woman as often as I fuck you. Im convinced youveced your pussy with cocaine to get me addicted. I smile against the wooden table, and then his fingers curve over my hips and slowly descend to my pussy, which still hums with the vibrator. My shrill gasp echoes in the room as his fingers deftly reach inside, pulling the vibrator out. He rests it against my clit and then theres a click. Suddenly Im moaning against the table, rolling my tits over the hard wood as it makes my clit scream for more. I arch my back as hisughs wash over my ears. My lip bleeds as I bite down. Electricity shoots into me, making the delicate flesh seize over and over. He rolls the vibrator up and down, moving it in circles around my clit. Its torture. Its maddening. I need him inside me. Now, before I scream out loud and alert the whole ce to our shenanigans. I reach behind myself, touching his leg, feeling the hardness of his muscles before finding his long cock. My fingers slide down his length, feeling the throb beneath the fabric, the cleft of his head, and the slight wetness seeping through his cks. With a gritty sort of growl, he pulls his pants down and I feel the meaty warmth of his cock pressing against my ass. You want this, baby? You want my cock inside you? Yes, goddamn it! Youre going to have to say it louder. But-! But theyll hear us! Theyre right there, eating dinner. All it would take is one shout, and theyd turn their heads, seeing us partially obscured by the curtains. I dont give a fuck about what they think. You should realize that by now. No, he doesnt give a fuck about anything. The hand ying with my pussy presses the vibrator against my clit. Severe shocks rip through my core, making it clench madly. I grab the edge of the table, and even the hard surface of the wood against my tits is enough to make me roll my eyes. He takes the vibrator away, and the ze reduces to a smaller fire. Its still burning hot, but Im no longer on the verge of exploding. Tony, please fuck me! My voice echoes loudly in the room, and he chuckles. I can almost imagine him shaking his head. As my wife, youll have to learn to satisfy your husband. Whatever, just fuck me! Theughter booming from his throat pisses me off. I want to turn around and grab hispels, and force him to fuck me. I need you to scream. His cock ys with my pussy, the hard length sliding along my lips. I stick out my ass, trying to grind on him, but his broad hand stops me. Scream? Scream what? He doesnt make it hard. The vibrator returns with a vengeance, and he slips it inside my wetness, pulsing it against my clit, pulling it out and rubbing the sensitive area, and then back inside. Its agony. FUCK ME! The scream rips from my throat, and then my cheeks flood with shame as I see people at the table looking around for the noise. Oh fuck. But I forget all that the moment he flings the toy away, gripping my hips to position himself. The broad head of his cock pushes against my entrance and then he slides in, my walls tight around him. He sighs as though he stepped into a warm bath and then he digs in hard, knocking the air from my chest. Its almost painful, but Im so intent on clinging to him that I dont give a shit. I hear the grin in his voice. Im going to hammer your cunt so hard, you wont be able to walk straight. And he does. My arms fly out, trying to seize purchase as he thrusts hard enough to throw my body forward. Solid hands wrench my hips backward, and every time his hips connect with mine in a loud smack, I groan out loud. Who owns you? Say it. A choked-off scream rips through my throat as his cock throbs inside me, pounding so hard I can feel the pain rocking through my body. Then he pulls out and turns me around so that Im t on my back, face-to-face with him. For the first time, I see him as he really is. Hes not some guy I just paid to do a job for me. Hes Tony Vidal, a man who always gets what he wants, a wise guy who has decided he must have me. My legs hitch over his shoulders as he thrusts inside me. He leans over, my legs screaming as he seizes a fistful of my hair and kisses me. His hot, urgent tongue swallows my protests, chokes off my moans, and I realize how much Ive been craving this. All this time weve been fucking, it was good, clean fun, but it was empty. This ispletely different. Its dirty and angry-reminding me of home in a twisted way. I need to feel like I belong to someone. He bites my tongue as I scream into his mouth, but he keeps rutting me hard as if he fucking hates me. I love it. Hes fucking a new feeling inside me, something that makes me kiss him harder. Im surrendering to him. His cock pulses inside me, and I cling to his neck, moaning as he utters a groan and his legs m hard into the table. Then I clench around him, feeling the explosion rip through me. Tenderness clenches my heart as he pulls me upright, wrapping his arms around me as his cock fills me with his essence. My hand smoothes hispels as his chest rises and falls, and I curl my fingers around his neck, gazing into his eyes, wrinkled with happiness. I feel lucky to have him. Im growing more and more infatuated with him, or maybe its the glow of the orgasm making my heart pound harder when he gives me a gentle kiss. Youve never fucked me like that before.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Did you like it? #1 Chapter 46 Then its my turn to lean in closer to whisper in his ear. Do it again. It starts off like a small spark. Yellow bursts of light flinging out into space, only to disappear almost immediately. Over and over again, until it catches. Just one little me, fairly easy to snuff out. Thats what Ive got. A little me. It quietly warms my chest as I watch him get ready for his work. Theres no denying that Ive got it pretty bad for him. I dont know where it came from, but all of a sudden, Im attached. Pinpricks of fear spread over my skin as I think about his work and the kind of trouble he might get himself into. I like him, and I dont know what to do about it. His gaze meets mine through his bathroom mirror as he notices my stare. What is it? My face flushes as though he can tell what Im thinking by watching my eyes, and I shrug. He hesitates for a moment and continues shaving. Im going to my ce to pick up a few things. He bends his face into the sink and washes it before drying it off with a fresh towel. The light switches off and bathes him in darkness. And what if that shit stain is waiting for you there? Gentle hands cradle my face as he walks to the bed. Sometimes it hurts to see the indifference in his eyes. He rarely everes to life, except when hes thrusting between my legs. Well, were engaged. He cant touch me. Yeah, except theres the problem of the fucking baby. Anyway, that reminds me. He pulls something out of his pocket. A small ck box. My heart thumps hard against my chest, even though I know its just for show. Even though its not really for me. Tony takes my hand as he opens the box, revealing a beautiful white gold ring with a princess-cut diamond. He takes it out of its snug confinement and slowly slides it on my ring finger. Like it? Like it? Its-its beautiful. Where did you get it? He smiles at me. Dont worry about it. Probably stolen, then. It dazzles in the light, all the diamond-cut shards in the band sparkling as I turn it to catch the beams. Is it weird that Im much more excited about this than I should be? Its just a ring, Elena. The frost in his voice dampens my happiness, and I feel myself m hard into the ground. Back to reality. He doesnt want to get married. Stop this right now. Then he stoops down slightly and kisses the top of my head. Im d you like it. Ready for work, he heads to the front door and I follow him. He gives me a nervous smile as he nces at the ring on my finger. See youter, I guess. The fabric of his jacket feels abrasive in my hands, but I pull him toward me anyway. I smell his aftershave on his slightly damp cheeks and I turn my head, crushing my lips against his. He smiles against mine,ughing at some joke in his head, and I slide the palm of my hand down his cks, anchoring over his cock. He groans. Do all broads get wet over a diamond ring, or is that just a stereotype? I dont know what it is. Its you. You make me this way. A grin lightens his face as he gently takes my hand away from his cock. Stop getting me turned-on before I have to leave. Its your fault for giving me this right before leaving. His eyes twinkle with mischief. Hell, youre right. I should at least get a thank-you blowjob. When youe back, I promise. Fuck. He eyes my mouth with a carnal look that he somehow stuffs down. I take his chin, my insides fluttering as I give him a soft kiss. His eyes stay closed when I pull away, and when they open I think I can see something flicker inside them. Bye, Tony. My words seem to snap him into action, and he mechanically leans forward, kissing my cheek. He lingers a little bit too long, but he still turns away to leave. And a wild happiness lifts me up into the sky as though wings decided to sprout from my shoulders. I dress for the cold and make my way to my apartment, stuck in that contented fog. God, Im bing one of those people. Those blissfully unaware people walking down the street that I used to want to strangle, because the happiness that everyone seemed to have always escaped me. It was always: hide, be quiet, keep your head down, and hope for calmer waters. I unlock the door to my apartment, my spirit falling as I see the mess all over the floors. There wasnt any time toe back after Rafael destroyed the ce. For a moment my arms wrap around my body and a chill runs through me as though theres an open window somewhere.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. You shouldnt havee here. My limbs freeze even though my heart hammers against my chest. The horrific thought hisses in my ear in a harsh whisper. Leave. Now. I watch myself take a step toward the door. My hand reaches for the doorknob. I turn it. Its locked. I must have locked it without even thinking. Then it takes me an eon to unlock it, the brass locks moving in slow motion. Footsteps echo hollowly in my heart. Theyre hard and fast. A pressure squeezing down on my shoulder amps up the terror, and my voice lifts to the ceiling. Another hand mps down hard over my mouth, cutting off the scream. No. Oh God, no. You keeping back here, the dark voice says. Its almost as if you want me back. He pulls me into his body, his achingly familiar contours jutting into me. Then he takes his hand away from my mouth as something cold bites into my neck. Make a sound, and Ill spill your dirty Vittorio blood all over the floor. That seething undertone in his voice makes my blood harden into ice. That deadly calm terrifies me more than anything. It means that he has nothing to lose and hes not afraid to slit my throat. #1 Chapter 47 Tony warned me. What the fuck was I thinking,ing here alone? Get off me! His arm tightens around my body, imprisoning me like a python coiling around my body, slowly squeezing me to death. Why should I? Rafael drags me farther into the apartment, and my feet follow him backward. What are you doing? Arms pinned to my side, Im fucking helpless. Every pause makes the knife cut into my throat, and something warm tickles down my neck. Its not until he drags me into the bathroom that I see the line of red. Rafael, Im engaged. He will fucking kill you! The door ms shut and he hurls me away from him. I slip on the tiles and fall on the toilet seat, gazing up at Rafaels disheveled body. He points the knife at me. Ill fucking kill you. Were going to find out once and for all whether you are pregnant. His ck jeans swim in front of me and the t of his de ps my cheek. I know its not beyond you to lie about something like this. Youe from a family of rats. Burning, caustic rage explodes in my chest. You just cant stand the fact that Ive found someone else. That I left you. I expect the blow, but it still hurts when his palm rips across my face. I catch myself almost immediately, gripping the edge of the toilet seat. He ms the knife on the counter and grabs a long box from a stic bag. Its a pregnancy test. My eyes burn as I take the box from him, shaking. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I know that its going to be negative. I take my birth control pills religiously. It was a lie to make people believe our very abrupt, out-of-nowhere marriage. Rafael takes the knife, his eyes simmering. Take off your pants. Do it. He expects me to do this now? In front of him? At least give me some privacy. Whats the matter? Are you afraid what itll say? He smirks at me knowingly, giving the cheek where he pped me a little tap. Oh, I already fucking know youre a piece of shit liar. I just need proof. He leans in, his narrowed eyes almost gleaming with red as he presses his shaking lips to my ear. You wont be when Johnny finds out you paid Tony off with money that shouldve been given to Vince. A hole gapes inside me as though all my organs were sucked out by a vacuum. Dad never told me how he got the money, or where it was from. I never considered that it might not be entirely his, and I know Johnny. He doesnt give a shit about me. Take off your clothes. Tears burn down my face as I look up at him, wanting to spare myself the humiliation of taking this test in front of him, but the knife doesnt waver from my face. I stand up and pull down my jeans and panties in one swoop, opening up the toilet seat and sitting down before he has a chance to look. Then I rip open the packaging and grab the pregnancy test. It looks like a thermometer. I take the cap off and tear the foil from the applicator, and then I just stare at it. Do it. I dont have a choice. Even though I know what itll say. Even though I know its hopeless, I point it toward my body and I relieve myself, jaw clenched shut. Then Rafael takes it from me. We have to wait three minutes. Here, do another one. To my astonishment, he shoves another box in my hand as he prepares a line of coke on my bathroom counter, cutting it with a small mirror before snorting it. Jesus. No wonder he looks like shit. I wonder if I could just charge him right now-or maybe I should just grab my cell phone. Its in my back pocket, sticking out. A few quick movements and Id have Tony on the phone. Not before hed drag that knife across my throat. I take the second test and give it to him. My stomach turns as the seconds tick by, and I see the cocaine coursing through Rafaels system. The knife taps impatiently against the sink and then he looks down at the test. The knife tters against the sink-an ugly sound that makes me flinch. He clenches the edge of the sink, his head hanging down, staring at the test results. Its maddening. What the fuck? He says it in a soft voice that terrifies me, and I dont know why it does. The second test-he grabs that, too. Oh my God. A shaking hand covers his mouth, and his head turns toward me, his eyes swimming with tears. Tears. What in the fucking fuck?Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. I can count on my hand the times Ive seen Rafael cry. The first was when he hit me while my dad was still alive, when he was petrified for his life. The second is now. Im so sorry, Elena. His words m into my chest and I grab my jeans and panties, pulling them up as I walk over and push him aside. I look at the pregnancy tests. That positive, pink plus burns in my eyes. The other one has two pink lines. Pregnant. Im actually pregnant. WHAT THE FUCK? I cant scream it out loud, because Rafaels arms wrap around my waist and he buries his face in my neck. Im sorry, I didnt know. His apologies are thick with tears, but I dont feel a thing. Pregnant? How the hell is this possible? #1 Chapter 48 Has to be a mistake. A false positive. I cant entertain the possibility that this might be true, that I might be pregnant, because how much of a disaster would that be? Assuming its Tonys, hed flip the fuck out. He doesnt even want to get married. Whatll his reaction be when he finds out Im carrying his child? How am I supposed to bring a baby into my fucked-up life? A smooth hand cradles my belly, and a wave of revulsion rises inside me. I shove Rafaels body away from me. I fucking told you! Regret shes over his eyes. Baby, I-I didnt know. This changes-holy Christ, I cant believe Im going to be a father. The fucking arrogance. What makes you think its even yours? I seethe, enjoying the hurt transforming his face. He raises his fists and my back hits the wall. Hes close enough so that I can feel his breath billowing over my face. Dont fucking push me, Elena. Do you actually think that I would allow you to be in my childs life? Look at you! Youre a fucking junkie. His nostrils re. Our child. And Id like to see you make me stay away. A few minutes ago, you were willing to slit my throat! His face pinches together. I made a mistake- -I would be dead, along with the baby. Youre not fit to be a father! FUCK YOU! I scream as he punches his fist through the drywall next to my head, cowering as bits of ster rain down. Rafael steps back, looking at his bloody hand in mild shock as he moves away from me. That hole in the wall couldve been me. Youre fucking crazy. Stay away from me! Elena- He reaches forward with an apologetic hand, but I smack it away. He has the balls to look at me with a wounded face. I wont tell Tony about this as long as you leave Montreal tonight. We both know hell have every reason in the world to kill you after this. Before he can respond, I sweep out of the bathroom, eager just to get the fuck out of this apartment and mull over everything that happened. My chest feels incredibly tight, and the moment I step outside I gasp for air. The tests could be false positives. Dont freak out yet. Find out for sure. But I just know that I am. I dont know how or why, but some kind of sixth sense tells me that Im carrying a child and I should be thankful. Otherwise who knows what he wouldve done to me? I cant think about it until I know for sure.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Using my phone, I find the nearest hospital and walk through the doors, blinking at all the French signs. An hourter Im staring at a nurse as she congrattes me on my pregnancy. Its positive. Im pregnant. How effective is this test? Up to ny-nine percent. Mademoiselle, do you want me to schedule a prenatal appointment? As I stare into the nurses happy, young face, tears well up in my eyes. I cant be fucking pregnant. Theres no way-I take those pills every day. But you mightve forgotten a couple days. During that first night with Tony. You were upset. The pills were at home. You didnt take one. Fuck, thats right. I mightve missed a few days-shit, what was I thinking? This is such a mess. I dont want this baby- Get an abortion. It burns in my head, the forbidden word zing, almost tangible on my lips, but I know that I cant. The very idea fills me with horror. Not because its a sin. I dont know-I just cant do it. I cant snuff out a life. The nurse tries her best tofort me, and sends me home with a thick envelope of pamphlets and forms and numbers of doctors I need to see and how am I going to tell this to Tony? How, exactly, am I going to break this to him? I y with my cell phone, miserably contemting phoning my sister about the news. My thumb hovers over his name. I just cant do it. I dont want him to hate me, too. So far, hes the only person in the world who gives some semnce of a shit about me. Hes the father of your child. He should know. Not yet, I whisper desperately to the voice. Not fucking yet. Where were you? The question ms down on my shoulders the moment I walk through the door. I didnt expect him to be back so soon. Tony walks into the foyer, dark hair tousled and his smoky eyes narrowed in suspicion. The moment I see him, its like a little jump to my heart. Its as though my body knows that hes the one who got me pregnant. I take his hands and look into his gruff face, which demands an answer. Tell him. I open my mouth. He deserves to know. #1 Chapter 49 I went out for a bit. Where? The heat in his voice makes me flinch. I kept calling you, and you never answered. I thought something mightve happened to you. Youre a coward. My body feels tense, like a taut rubber band. Im stretched way too thin, and any moment Ill snap. Pressure builds behind my eyes: the baby, the wedding, Rafael, all of it. Its one giant clusterfuck, and now hes giving me a hard time. Well, Im fine. In seconds hes in my space, hip bumping against mine. Eyes narrowed in disapproval capture my gaze. Its hard to look at him without feeling incredibly guilty. Are you giving me attitude? Yeah, maybe I fucking am. He doesnt deserve this. I know that, but Im pissed and theres no one else to me but him. Because he did, after all, get me fucking pregnant. It was never supposed to be like this. I never wanted to get knocked up from a one-night stand. How fucking trashy is that? Heughs as I try to push him away and catches my elbow. Good. I like a girl with attitude. Makes it all the more satisfying when I shove my cock in her mouth. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, giving me a look that makes me smolder against my will. I cant help but want him. You promised me a blowjob, and I intend to get it. His sweet breath blows over my lips, and I lean forward, irresistibly drawn to his mouth. I kiss him, and my chest heats up as he deepens it, tongue sliding in my mouth. Damn, I love his fucking body. But-no! I push his chest gently with my hand, and he gives me a puzzled look. Whats wrong? Im pregnant. It hangs over my lips, but I desperately want to keep it a secret. This marriage might as well be real now that Im pregnant, and I have no idea who this guy is. No idea at all, and Im having his baby. I dont know you, and were getting married in a week. I dont know what to tell you, he says with a grin. This was your idea, not mine. A sharp, desperate gasp echoes in the room as I imagine the white dress, the ceremony, doctor visits, and all the while, dealing with my ex. Meanwhile Im pregnant and he has no idea. Theres not an inkling of suspicion in Tonys eyes that I just might be developing feelings for him. I cant do this anymore. This was a mistake-a stupid, stupid mistake! The pressure on both my shoulders increases and suddenly I copse into a chair, Tonys fierce face in front of mine. Oh no you dont. Youre not fucking backing out now. I bristle under his gaze. Says who? Aside from the fact that its a piss-poor idea, because that lunatic will follow you wherever you go, I say so. We already told everyone about it. Its toote forst-minute regrets. I rise to my feet defiantly, and he pulls my waist toward him. I want to know the man Im marrying, even if its not real. He rolls his eyes. What difference does it make? Itll make me feel better. Then his arms drop around from my sides and he gets his coat from the closet, handing out mine. Where are we going? Were going out. Now its my turn to roll my eyes. Why? To get to know each other. TONY The silent white stones lean out of the grassy knoll like strange growths. There are hundreds of them. Faceless tombstones, some of their words unintelligible through countless years of wear and tear. Im walking over bodies. A cold, mmy feeling ttens my stomach as I climb the hill, Elena not far behind me. You brought me to a cemetery? Nothing can disguise the fact that one of these days-sooner rather thanter-Ill be sleeping under the ground just like Dad. You wanted to know me. I p my hand over my fathers tombstone. VITO ANTONIO VIDAL BELOVED FATHER AND HUSBAND (1956 C 1995)Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Three lines of text and a hole in the ground. Thats all you get for a lifetime of service to the family. Your kid gets to watch you get buried, gets to watch his mother cry every goddamn day for the rest of his life. I never wanted to be like him. I never wanted to join the Mafia. Her eyes pinch together as she reads the inscription, and I suddenly wonder why the hell I brought her here. What does it matter whether she knows me or not? But she wants to know me-she asked. I never let anyone get close enough to ask me questions. Id get naked with them before Id let them ask me a single goddamn thing about myself, not that any of them cared. All I know is that I just cant keep this inside me anymore. She takes a cautious step forward and touches my chest. How did he die? He was big time. A captain. He became a huge target during this war between several biker gangs in the city. The family backed Les Diables, which made all members targets of the Machine MC. One day, they just popped him. I was ten. The pain of that loss still smarts, but its duller now. I told myself Id never join the life. I didnt want to go the same way my father did, leaving behind a wife and kid. #1 Chapter 50 With a small push off the tombstone, I turn away from Elena and walk down the hill. Her footsteps trudge behind me and then her arm curls around mine. Its as if thendscape brightens. I dont feel as fucking bad when shes around. Christ, Ive really changed. Gradually, though, Im shutting down. The closer and closer we get, my insides twist and bunch together. My skin freezes-I havent been to visit her in years. Then finally I get there. Its a small, modest tombstone because her family didnt have any money. I scraped together what I had and paid for her funeral and burial. Elena stands stock-still in front of the stone, her lips moving silently. MARIA ELIZABETH DESBIENS (1985 C 2002) She was my girlfriend. And she was the reason I joined. Elenas mouth widens, and I dont me her. Ive such a shitty reputation for sticking my dick into anything that moves, its hard to believe that I had a girlfriend. That I was once in love. That we were going to-fuck. It doesnt matter. Nothing matters. She was killed. I went to the boss at the time and asked him for vengeance. He would only give it to me if I joined their ranks. So I did. And Ive regretted it ever since. I think she can see it in my eyes. Fuck it, I dont care about holding back. I dont want to do this anymore. The killing, the violence, the pain I inflict every day numbed me to every feeling, good and bad. Following my fathers footsteps was never something that I wanted. I joined because I was young and stupid, and its a mistake I have to live with for the rest of my life. Maybe if I turned off everything, Id be fine. But I cant be yet another one of the dead-eyed assholes I work with. I just dont have it in me. Part of me is ashamed to admit that. So you never wanted this life? Dont tell nobody. She smiles weakly, her eyes shining with pity. I dont need that-I dont want it. Its my fault. The decision to join was mine. Im just having a hard time living with it. Pussy and booze just doesnt cut it anymore. How old are you? Im 33. I like to drink Irish whiskey. I love French onion soup and I cant stand Tim Hortons. My favorite color is blue. Christmas is my favorite holiday, and I love skiing in the winter. What about- I grasp her shoulders and that seems to silence her. None of that shit tells you who I am, Elena. Dont you see? It doesnt matter. Youll find out who I am. I release a long breath, feeling the tension exhale out of my lungs. So what about you? I told you my big secret. Elena shrugs, looking at the ground. Im 27. I dont have anyone and I dont really know what to do with my life. I hate raw tomatoes- What? I hate tomatoes. My jaw drops. Youre Italian. I know. She narrows her eyes at me. You hate tomatoes? Seriously? Thats like saying, I hate onions. What the hell kind of- You dont think Ive gotten shit from my parents my whole life because of that? I hate the texture, but I dont mind when theyre cooked in stuff. Anyway, my favorite color is pink and I have two siblings that I dont get along with. When Dad was boss, it was like having a big family. Thats all gone now. Im still reeling over the shock of a full-blooded Italian hating tomatoes. Who cares? I rasp finally. They whacked your dad. You dont want anything to do with them anyway. I know, but they were all I had. Her eyes are like two dark pools, and some of her sadness reaches inside me when she meets my gaze. Really, were not that different. Both of our families were destroyed by the mob, and yet were still indebted to them. What would you have done if you werent in the life? My lips pull into a bitter smile. I have no fucking clue. I never gave it a thought, because this is all I know. Even if Johnny allowed me to leave, what would I do? I have no skills. Her face breaks into a watery smile. I dont know what I want to do either. I guess were both hopeless. We descend the hill in silence, my head full of troubling thoughts. I dont know anything, I just know that my chest tightens when she smiles at me, and my desire for her is out of control. The wedding doesnt really bother me as much as it should anymore. I like the idea of her bing mine. Elena, this wedding is happening, I tell her as we reach my car. Capiche? Im not stopping it for anything. Her eyes burn with questions Im not sure I can answer. She opens her mouth, protesting- Look, it doesnt mean were in love or any of that shit. It just means we understand each other. You need my help, and I need your smoking-hot body. Her cheeks flush as I wrap my arm around her waist. She wears a thin cotton dress underneath her coat, and I told her not to wear panties. It must be cold. Hell, its the middle of January. My hand curls around her bare thigh, pushing the dress higher and higher up her legs until she hisses through her teeth. Tony, were in a parking lot.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Since when do I give a fuck? No one can see what Im doing to you. My body blocks her from view, but a thrill leaps inside me at the thought of someone catching a glimpse. Why is it that you always want to share me? #1 Chapter 51 Even though its cold, her legs feel like a furnace. My fingers run over her smooth skin, over her shaved mound, and then I just graze her pussy. Its wet for me. Shes always fucking wet for me. I would never share you. Im showing off whats mine. She attacks me the moment I slip my finger inside her. The smooth walls wrap around me like a tight glove as she throws her arms around my neck and moans loud enough to let the whole parking lot know what were up to. My cock stiffens in my pants when I hear how turned-on she is. Elena arches her body against mine and crushes her lips over my mouth. Her hand drops down and seizes my cock, and its like an electric shock. Blood pounds through my dick and I bury my fingers in her wet cunt, curving inward as she moans in my mouth. You belong to me, baby. Just look how wet you are. Heavy brown eyes stare into mine. You belong to me, too. I grin at that, but shes right. Theres no denying that this girl has me, hook, line, and sinker. No one else captures my attention like her. No one gets me as hard as she does. Im yours, but more importantly, youre mine. I twist my fingers inside her, knowing how close she is based on her rapid breaths. Her face flushes and she bites her lip, trying to contain herself as I keep finger-fucking her. She unzips my pants in one swift movement and yanks my briefs down. We couldnt be more exposed, but she gives me that desperate look that Im addicted to. I need you. Yes, she does need me. The cold air bites my cock, but I hitch up her dress and guide it to her steaming pussy, which feels like a hot bath. I sink inside her, my face buried in her tits. Jesus its so warm and tight. I glide inside her, thrusting deep as she squeezes around me. Theres-theres someoneing! My teeth graze her perfect tits. Let them watch. Smiling at her horrified face, I take as much of her as I can in my mouth and suck hard, digging my cock as deep as itll go. Her fingers wrench my hair as she lets out another guttural sound. I need you toe, baby. I cant get off unless youe. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple standing unnaturally still in the parking lot as if they cant believe what theyre seeing. Awesome. She blushes hard. I-I cant! I can do this all day. I thrust hard, her body arching up my car. Well, no. I couldnt. Id blow a load before long, because she keeps squeezing my cock while it glides up her slick walls. Another harsh cry tears from her throat, rebounding through the parking lot, and the couple in the distance turns around. I see them holding a cell phone. Theyre calling the cops. Better hurry. I slide my dick out of her pussy as she rakes my shoulders, and then I bend to my knee, pulling her dress over my head. Her slightly swollen pussy contracts when she feels my breath over her wet skin. Then I roll my tongue over her clit. She makes a sound as though shes in pain. It must feel amazing in the cold to have something hot and wet engulf you. Her hips grind against my mouth as I fuck her with my mouth, sucking her juices, using my fingers to pound her hard. I have three inside her, curving into that bed of nerves that makes her legs shudder. I want her as close to the edge as possible. My mouth closes over her clit and sucks hard as my tongue runs along her wetness. TONY! I stand up, her dress ttening against my body as I bury myself back into her throbbing pussy. She clings to my shoulder and cries as shees hard around my cock. Somehow one of her straps falls down her arm and her bouncing tits pop out of her dress. I grab one, digging my fingers into her flesh as her nipple hardens against my palm. My fingernail pinches her nub as my hips grind against hers. The friction builds up and my balls tighten. Im overwhelmed with the smell of her around me. Shes all mine for me to do whatever I want with. She yanks my head toward hers and her tongue slips into my mouth. I bite down hard as my cock explodes, filling her pussy with my cum. She kisses me blindly, just as crazy for me as I am for her. A sh of red and blue makes my heart thump hard against my ribs. I bend down and yank my pants back up as she slips to the pavement. Then I give the couple in the distance a sarcastic wave. Enjoy the show? I bellow out to them. Elena yanks on my jacket. Lets go. Chuckling, I turn back toward her. I gather her beautiful face in my hands and I nt a soft kiss on her red lips, smoothing my thumbs over her cold cheeks. Aftershocks of pleasure run through my body as she slips her hands around my waist. And I dont want her to let go. The hushed whispers of the congregation echo through the cavernous church. I stand at the altar, hands flexing at my side. That hair-raising, unnerving song Ive sat through so many times begins as a slow line of procession moves down the aisle. My stomach clenches as everyones gaze turns back. Elenas sister appears in a champagne-colored dress. Ive already forgotten her name, but I felt a strong surge of dislike when I shook her hand. She has an upturned, snotty look to her face, and seemed to be annoyed at the fact that she had toe all the way here. Mas already sobbing in the front row, and I try to avoid looking at her. My chest tightens as the wedding march increases in crescendo, and I think about how wrong this is-how I loathe these boring as fuck weddings, and how we should have done it in my Mas backyard-tradition be damned. I could give a fuck about religion, and having all these eyes on me isnt pleasant. A sliver of white moves into the room and everyones head turns to look at my bride to be. My chest swells as she walks down the aisle in a white dress that clings to her body, showing off just enough skin to make my breath catch in my throat. The neckline dips down in a V, exposing her neck and just a hint of cleavage. Her hair is pulled up into an elegant bun, dark, smoky makeup around her eyes, and light lipstick. She looks beautiful. So beautiful that my heart clenches when she reaches me. This is it. No turning back. I want to reach around her head and let her hair fall to her shoulders. She doesnt look like the girl I saw in the bar-the girl who gives me so many hard-ons throughout the day that I worry my dick might fall off. I only half-listen to the priest as he prattles on and on in Italian, and I wonder why the fuck we always have these ceremonies where we cant understand the fucking words. He repeats them in French and then in English. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. h, h, h. It doesnt feel real. All of it is wrong-the church, the music, her hair, my future sister-inw with a sour look on her face. Elenas trembling lips. I kiss her anyway as cheers explode in the church. Ill make her mine in my own way, when she wont have that terrified look on her. When I say the words, I want to mean them. We just have to get through this bullshit. Her hand shakes in mine as we walk down the aisle, and I smile back at Johnnys beaming face. He cant resist pounding my back as I walk past him. Sunshine pours over our heads as we leave the church to the limo waiting for us. I hold the door open for her and she bends her head as she steps inside. Well meet you there! A wave of exhaustion hits me as I join her in the limo and shut the car door. She looks at me with the same frightened expression she had on the altar, and I catch a glimpse of her left hand, which gleams with the ring I gave her. She turns her perfectly manicured face toward me. I need a fucking drink.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content. Good thing theres champagne in the limo. I fish it out of the ice and pop open the cork, tilting the foam into a tall, skinny ss for her. She holds it daintily while I pour one for myself. What should I toast to? Elena seems to consider her ss before her cheeks flush and she extends it toward me. I forgot-Im pregnant. I take it from her, grinning. No ones here to see you except me. She shakes her head. I dont want to risk it. #1 Chapter 52 Risk what? I take it from her and grab the bottle of sparkling cider instead, filling her ss with that. To us. A weak smile flickers on her face as she bumps her ss against mine and drinks. I cant believe we actually did it. She shoots me a guilty look that makes my insides flip. We both said we would keep a distance from each other-we wouldnt let feelings get in the way, but it already feels different. That small little band around her finger marks her as mine. Shes an extension of myself-my reputation, my pride, even my life. No one can fucking touch her while Im alive. I cant wait to see that piece of shits face when he sees my ring on your finger. My arm wraps around her waist and I pull her over myp, running my hands over her bare arms.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Its not official until the marriage is consummated. Her voice is like a caress over my cock. It hardens between my legs, throbbing to life when she gives me that steamy look. Fuck, youre right. No matter how many times Ive filled you with my cum- Elenas cheeks, already rosy, darken in color. Tony, the driver! I grin as I nce at the partition in front of us. Do you think hed mind if I fucked you in his backseat? Her eyes widen. Tony, no! We still have the reception. Dont you fucking dare mess my hair! I dont give a shit what your hair looks like. Well, I do, and thats one thing youre going to have to learn as my new husband. How topromise. Laughter shakes from my chest as her face burns with fury. Compromise? Yeah. You know, doing things you dont necessarily want to do for the sake of getting along. Meeting each other halfway? It sounds like hell. How many times have I heard guys bitch about their wives demanding that they attend their fathers birthday party, or their sisters baby shower? But youre my wife. Arent you supposed to fuck me whenever I want? Yeah, it doesnt work like that. This aint the fifties. This time she grabs my jaw and gives me a slow, burning kiss. I pull back from her, breathing hard. Whats the point of being married, then? The dress sighs as she lifts her shoulder in a shrug. Responsibility toward one another. Did you even listen to the vows? she says with augh in her voice. I was too busy thinking about how I was going to consummate the marriage. The car rings with herughter, which is a relief to see. Elena doesnt smile often, but when she does it makes my heart pound. I pull her into another kiss, sliding my hand under her dress to grip her smooth thighs. She traces my abs over the dress shirt, and then over the bunched-up fabric where my cock grows. Fuck. I make a fist in her hair. She makes aining sound, but I dont give a shit. Ive got all the cards, and Im not sorry for it. Im not going topromise. Im not going to change. You picked me, remember? Her mouth trembles. I didnt know this would happen. Well, neither did I, hon. I didnt expect your pussy to taste so sweet. Dont talk to me like that. Im not just your fucking ything. That word makes my blood scalding hot. Shes not just a toy. Not anymore. No, youre my wife. Sheys a hand on my neck and heat res across my skin like a sudden burn. I cant believe how instant it is-like an allergic reaction bursting all over me. Its automatic, now. I have no control over my body. Sheunches herself at me, so quickly that Im convinced shes fighting me, but then she crushes her fiery lips against mine, and I free my cock from my cks. I rip the pins from her hair and pull her tresses down until her beautiful, wavy brown hair spills over her shoulders and she shakes her head with a relieved sigh. I didnt wear panties. I almostugh out loud. So considerate. My hand strokes her inner thigh, inching closer until I discover that shes right. My fingers brush over the smooth skin joining her leg to her hip. She didnt wear panties to her own wedding. Jesus. I palm her pussy and stroke the line of wetness gathering between her legs. It glides over my fingers as she inhales sharply. The sound of her juices makes blood pound in my ears, and every small sound is amplified. The blood rush starts in my head, running to every surface until I can feel my lips burning. Every fiber of my being wants her. I fist my cock as a bead of precum rolls down my shaft, and she raises her hips silently. Her eyes burn with the same need. She sinks down, her soaking-wet cunt almost immediately swallowing my cock. Her heat wraps around me and instant bliss floods into my veins, pounding through me. Its much more intense now. All I can see is her. All I can feel is the blood rushing to my erection. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me feverishly, and I marvel at the fact that something as simple as a kiss could make me so goddamn hot for her. I grab her shoulders and thrust into her as the car drives on,ughing when the driver ms the privacy screen over the partition. Tony, were going to be there soon. Like I give a fuck. Elena shudders in my arms and I lift up her dress, bunching it in my hand so that her bare ass sits on my legs. Fuck, its a sexy look. I grab both cheeks and lift her, watching as my thick cock slides out of her, shining. I hammer her hard, loving how she gasps at the force of my thrusts. Then I spank her ass so that the sound cracks in the limo, which has finally stopped. Panic fills her gaze. Tony, were here. Theyre going to open the door! Buried balls deep inside her, I throw her dress back over her ass just as Johnny opens the door. How the fuck did he beat us here? He takes one look at our disheveled appearance and his face cracks with a wide grin. Elena burns like the setting sun. I feel no shame. Johnny shakes his head. Couldnt wait til after the reception? Fuck that. Laughter booms from his chest as he shuts the door on us, shaking his head as he walks to the sidewalk. Oh my God, Im so embarrassed. #1 Chapter 53 You are? I turn her face toward mine and thrust hard. Her blush deepens. Cause if you are, Ill stop. Theres no fucking way Ill stop. No, dont. Thats my girl. Focus on me. But- She turns her head, distracted by the group of people waiting outside. Forget about them, hon. Trust me, they wish they could be in my shoes. Too fucking bad youre all mine now. With her face buried in my neck, she lifts her hips and grinds my cock, making me gasp. Its so sudden, and then shes lifting her body and she moves between my legs. She kneels in her wedding dress and takes my wet cock in her hands. I fist her hair. Its so fucking wrong. Her lipstick smudged, she takes my cock deep in her mouth and I rut her. Her lips close, making a tight seal as I pulse in and out of her mouth. All the way. All the fucking way. Shes my wife, and Ill make her drink every fuckingst drop. I make her swallow my cock. It bulges down her throat as she kneels on the floor of the limo, taking her husband in as deep as she can. Her lips squeeze against my balls. Holy fuck. My cock releases hot jets of cum as I keep her head there, her tongue swirling around my head. I groan and pull out, pulsing a few more times as more streams burst from my head.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. My chest tightens painfully. I brush the strands from her face as I lift her up with my other arm. Then I pull her over myp and give her another kiss. Its soft, and electrical shocks keep making my breath catch. Ive never felt like this before. Her lips move and we break apart. We should probably get out of the car. My eyes flick toward the crowd of people waiting for us, and I suppress augh. I guess. Jesus Christ, Im a mess. We both do what we can to fix our appearances and then we step into the wintry air. They howl at us the moment we leave the limo, Francois, Johnny, all of them pping their hands. It doesnt bother me. Were married. Married people have sex. Who the fuck cares? Elena does. She shoots me a heated look as we walk to the reception hall, which is a beautiful ce. ss windows everywhere, and a garden surrounding the outside. Elena gazes at the high ceilings and mouths a, Wow. As soon as we walk in the room, the guests stand from their seats and apud us. Elenas hand twitches in mine as we take our seats at the sweetheart table. My mother beams at me from the table with my aunts and cousins, and I feel another twist of guilt. The evening drags on. They clink their silverware against sses and I bring Elenas burning face in for a quick kiss to appease the assholes. I see all the attention wearing on her. She smiles at me, but theres a tinge of fear trembling her lips. Or maybe shes just overwhelmed. This isnt what I wanted either. Tommy joins us at the table, dressed in a dark charcoal suit and wearing a smile on his slick face. Hey, guys. Congrattions, he says in a sarcastic voice. Biggest scam anyones ever pulled. The big ss of wine in his hands sways dangerously. He looks unconcerned when I rise to my feet. Shut the fuck up. Why should I? Doing this behind the bosss back is really fucked up. Tommy, you promised. He res at her. I didnt promise to keep this from John. You shouldnt have put me in this position. Heat builds up in my chest. I didnt take any of her money, so you have nothing to worry about. As far as youre concerned, its real. Not believing me, Tommy smiles. Dont be a fucking jerk, Tommy. I just got to Montreal. I really doubt the boss will make me a member when he finds out I kept this from him. I know the baby isnt real-this whole marriage isnt real. The fucking money youre going to collect from everyone, the gifts-you dont think this is wrong? Fucking New York piece of shit asshole. I dont like the way he looks at her. My teeth grind together, and I imagine smashing my fist against that fuckheads jaw. Condescending prick. Mind your own goddamn business. She made it my fucking business when she asked me for help. Hes unyielding, like many guys in the life. He doesnt make a move unless theres something in it for him. Im made. Youre not. Its my word against yours, asshole. He doesnt even blink. It wont be when I show him that bag of cash. I shove his chest in a sudden rush of rage. Maybe Ill just put a bullet in your fucking head. Tony! She makes a grab for my arm, but I pull it out of her reach. Tommy seethes with cool anger as he takes another sip of his drink. I ball my hands into fists, waiting for him to hit me back, to give me an excuse to beat the shit out of him. Instead that dead-eyed fuck grins at me. Enjoy your night. Asshole. He backs away and I watch him slink back to his table. Elena sits back down painfully, as if there are pins in her seat. I sit down next to her and slide my arm over her shoulder, still simmering with anger. Hey, dont worry about him. Hes just drunk. He looked pretty sober to me. Forget about it. She shakes her head, looking troubled by his encounter. Through the DJs music, theres a loud crash and a bang. Its probably a waiter who dropped something, but I still raise my head in search of the noise. A drunken man stumbles into the room, hair swinging around his face. I recognize that puke-stain from his heavy Brooklyn ent. #1 Chapter 54 Motherfucker. Where the fuck is she? No, dont fucking-dont touch me! Elena stiffens like a board when his voice carries over the music, and her face nches. Stay here. Ill take care of this. I massage my fists as I get up and stride toward Rafael, who stumbles from table to table. The guys all turn around in their seats to watch him, cruel sneers on their faces. Even Ive never seen something so pathetic in my life. You better only be here to congratte me. My sudden voice next to his ear startles him. The guy looks like shit, and he smells like it, too. Its like he bathed in bourbon before throwing on his wrinkled suit. His hostile face turns right toward me. Where the fuck is she? Youre going to have to be more specific. I enjoy needling this asshole. His face contorts with rage. My fucking girl-shes carrying my kid. Theres something about him that just makes me want to punch his goddamn face in, or maybe its the arrogant, cutting tone. The way he fucking looks at me. He screams at me. Who the fuck do you think you are? You think that because you put your cock inside her a few times, that makes her yours? Dipshit takes his jacket off, hurling it on the floor as he rolls up his sleeves. He rolls up his sleeves. Cute. I could take this guy in one move. As far as Im concerned, its not a fair fight. You fucked my girl-! Be a man, for Christs sake. She doesnt want you. He throws his head back inughter, his greasy hair sliding in front of his face. Oh, you think she fucking wants you-that shes not using your stupid ass? A sh of rage sends my fist smashing against the side of his face. He drops down like a stone, howling. I cant fucking believe the balls on this guy. Ill beat the shit out of him if he says another word. Maybe you dont fucking get it. Were married. Stay the fuck away from my wife! Fuck you! He doesnt fucking learn, does he? My shoeunches out, connecting loudly with his ribs. How the fuck did this asshole get in five yards within my woman? What the fuck did she see in him? A low groan leaves his bloodied lips as I beat the shit out of him. Hes nothing to me. With one arm, I grab the scruff of his jacket, half-dragging him through the hall as he screams. PIECE OF SHIT! I let him go. His head smashes on the floor as my fist whirls across his face. Dazed eyes rolls in his head as I straighten, rage simmering under my skin. You want more, you fucking scumbag? F-fuck- Hands grapple at my arms as Iy another hard kick right beneath his ribs. Rafael gives a horribly, rattling sound as the air leaves his lungs, but I dont give a shit. Tony, stop! Voices scream in my ear, but my mind is consumed with the girl I never saved. I wasnt there to protect her, to stop them from hurting her. My fists rain down on his face until I hear his nose snap, and blood gushes like a fountain. The hall erupts in cheers even as two strong arms grab me, pulling me away from him. I could beat him to death. Crack his fucking skull open with my bare hands. Ill fucking kill you! Hey! Tony, stop it! Male voices scream in my ears for me to stop as I stare at the barely moving body on the floor. A fresh surge of energy flows through my limbs and I strain against the guys holding me back. I just want to finish the job-get rid of this asshole permanently, no matter how many witnesses there are, no matter if hes made. I just want him dead. Tony, what the hell are you doing? Mas shrill voice joins the medley as she shoves her way through. Oh my God! Ah fuck. Luckily Tommy wraps an arm around my mothers shoulders and steers her away. Rafaels groans echo in the reception hall as my chest pulses with rapid breaths. Fuck, I almost killed him. Three guys pick him up off the floor and he stands on shaky feet, nose dripping with blood. The next time I see you, Ill put a bullet through your fucking head. I dont care who you are. Shes mine. Get over it. Johnny screams an order in French and they drag him out of the hall. He gazes at Rafaels limping form, running his fingers through his hair. Hes a made member. Hes the boss. Dont rise up. Dont yell.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. He got what he deserved. Johnny blinks at the gruff tone in my voice. Im still the fucking boss. He jabs my chest. You will not fucking kill him, do you understand? Hes off fucking limits! To hell with the fucking rules. Ill kill him if he harasses my wife again. He grabs my jacketed arm. I know youre pissed, but hes not just some fucking jerk-off. Hes a member. We dont kill other members. Especially when she might be carrying his child. I shrug off Johnnys hand, not caring how bad it looks. Then I stalk back to the sweetheart table, my insides broiling, but Elena isnt there. Shes fucking gone. Blood rushes to my head. Where the fuck is she? My eyes scan the hall for a sh of white, but I dont see her anywhere, and then I notice that one of the doors leading to the softly lit garden is ajar. I wrench open the door, heart pounding as cold sts over my face. #1 Chapter 55 Light illuminates the shrubs and the dirt paths leading into the garden. I take one at random, my breath frosting out in front of me in white clouds. Then I see her blindingly white dress, glowing in blue light as she sits on a park bench, her hands swallowing her face. Something goes through me when I see her upset like that. Its painful, like a splinter digging into my heart. I take off my jacket and approach her, wrapping her shoulders. She jumps when I touch her, and my heart clenches as her tearstained face turns toward me. Some fucking wedding. Hes gone, Elena. Brown hair shifts in front of her as she bows her head. However long thatllst. The dark tone in her voice bothers me and the look she gives me feels even worse. Fire zes in my chest. Whats that supposed to mean? Red-rimmed eyes stare back at me as she presses her lips together, refusing to respond. Then she finally croaks out, I dont have any choices anymore. You control everything. The moment you want a divorce, Im fucked. Im finished. I grasp her chin, watching the tears slowly pooling in her eyes. Hell always be there, waiting. Wont he? Ill never be free of him. He wont, Elena. Oh,e on, Tony! She pulls away from my grasp. Lets just stop deceiving ourselves. Youre not the type of guy wholl be happy with this forever. Youll get bored of me. Youll want someone else. The soundsing from her make my chest feel as if its caving in. My arms wrap around her because I cant fucking stand it. Is she right? I wont let him hurt you. If things dont work out between us, Ill take care of him. Her eyes widen. Youd be killed. The way I see it, Im dying either way. One of these days, Ill get shot. Thatll be it. Id rather die protecting you than from a botched drug deal. Her voice softens. Tony. Stop it. I dont want to hear any more of this shit from you. Understand? Youre my fucking wife. Act like it. But- I pull her head closer. Im not going anywhere. Youre stuck with me whether you like it or not. She looks away from me and bites her lip. I-I have to tell you something- I recognize that look and sigh. Whatever it is, it can wait. I want to salvage whats left of this wedding. Nodding, she gives me a weak smile and a pat on the hand, and I feel another surge of anger. This should be a happy day for her-fuck, for both of us. No one should cry on their wedding day. These ces always give me hives. I walk through the woods with Johnny and his underboss, Pierre-Luc. Twigs snap under their feet as they walk behind me. I ball my hands in the sleeves of my leather jacket. How many times have I driven out to a deserted ce in the woods to get rid of some poor pricks body? Its perfectly devoid of people. Too cold for hikers, but the ground is no good for digging a hole. Frozen.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. The New York boss is meeting us here and so is that fuckface, Rafael. Well solve this shit once and for all. My mind focuses on the girl-my wife-waiting for me at home, who has no idea that this meeting is even happening. The wedding band feels tight around my finger-Im still not used to it, but its not suffocating. Shes mine. I wanted her the moment Iid eyes on her. Had to have her. I had to fuck the Mafia princess, just had to stick my dick in her. Then it was an addiction. I had to have her again and again. There was never a girl who made me want to break my no repeats rule. I dont know what the fuck happened, but somewhere in between all the fucking, I felt for her. Theres no way Ill allow that piece of shit to hurt her any more than he already has. It all depends on this meeting. The New York boss waits for us under the shade of a tree. Hes a tall, skinny guy with wavy ck hair and a short ck beard. Beside him, shit-for-brains stands. His face looks like someone took a meat tenderizer to him and I cant resist giving him a small smirk. Hey, John. Vincent. He gives the New York boss a short nod and turns his smooth face toward Rafael. Im d your injuries are healing. Rafael curls his lip and looks as if hes on the verge of a nasty retort. Can we get this over with so I can get the fuck out of here? Vince looks anxious as he addresses me. Both of you have legitimate beefs against each other. My throat burns. What the fuck did I do except defend my pregnant wife against this psycho? Rafael makes an ugly, almost grotesque, grimace. Your pregnant wife is carrying my kid. I have to side with Tony, Vince. They married as soon as they found out about the pregnancy and as soon as that happened, that asshole showed up at their reception and started screaming threats. Vince runs his hand over his harried face and gives Rafael a very unpleasant look. I told you to leave her the fuck alone. Shes pregnant- I dont give a fuck! I gave you a fucking order, and you hit her again, didnt you? His hot eyes bore into Rafaels face and then heughs and looks away. You fucking deserve this beating. Wow, I didnt expect the New York boss to turn on his own guy. Things are looking up. My hand strays toward the gun Ive hidden in my jacket. Vince, I know I fucked up, but this is actually real. Im going to be a father. I saw her pregnancy tests. Wait, what? I face the prick. The fuck are you talking about? I went to her house. I-I thought that it was a scam, but I made her take some tests, and they were positive. He turns toward Vince and speaks in a trembling voice. All I want is to be there for my kid. I just want to be a part of his life. I should at least be allowed to go to doctor appointments with her. Vince crosses his arms, looking unmoved. No. #1 Chapter 56 The air leaves my chest and I look around for something to grab. Hes lying. Hes full of shit. Has to be. When the fuck did this happen? A couple weeks ago. He gives me a nasty grin. I guess she doesnt tell you everything. Grabbing the gun from my waist, I aim it toward Rafaels mangled face as heat pounds in my head. Tony, what the fuck are you doing! I never lose my cool like this. Im not the explosion guy, but theres something about Rafael that brings it out of me. I hate that motherfucker. Im going to fucking kill him. Vince already has his gun out, aimed at my chest. Jesus Christ. Calm down. You dont want to do this. Actually, I really do. He disrespected me. Hes going behind my back and seeing her without my permission. The fact that he actually got her while I wasnt around is the worst part. A stab of anger extends to her, too. She never told me. A wife you only have because you think you knocked her up. I dont see why I have to respect you or that bitch. SHUT THE FUCK UP! Johnny shoves my arm as I squeeze off a shot, which blows a fist-sized hole into a tree. He wrenches the gun from my hand, screaming his head off as Vince shoves his gun into his pants. Jesus fucking Christ, you goddamn moron. Vince says savagely as Rafael stands strangely still, indifferent to the fact that he almost died. Heres whats going to happen. You leave them the fuck alone. Youre done with them. Come back to New York and forget about Elena.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Thats impossible. Until paternity is established, you leave them the fuck alone. Tony, does that work for you? No. Not by a long shot. My insides simmer as Rafael looks at me with a wild, desperate rage that I just cant ignore. I dont trust him to stay away, not even to protect his own life. My hand inches toward the knife Ive strapped to my waist, because Im convinced hes on the verge of doing something drastic. Whatever. Vincent, this is bullshit! The New York boss finally loses his temper and whirls around, his jacket whistling in the air as his fist cracks across Rafaels jaw. Youre a real pain in my ass, Rafael. Piss me off again, and Ill kill you. Even as he moans on the dirty snow, I cant look away from him. The whining, the moans, it all sounds so fucking fake to me. The steely vengeance shes from his eyes and I just want to end him right there. Theres nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose. ELENA Swirls of coffee steam rise in the air in wonderful spirals as I blow air across the rich, dark-brown liquid. I take a sip and my tongue curls, loving the sprinkle of spice. I smile at Mnie, who sits across the table. She called me up on the phone and wondered if I wanted to go out for coffee. All Tonys doing, probably. So, whats married life like? I shrug my shoulder. How the hell should I know? The whole thing is a farce, except that there really is a baby growing inside me. I still cant fucking believe it. Call it karma or cosmic justice, but this was thest thing I wanted. What would Dad say? My insides clench as I think about the horrified reaction on his face. He probably would be d that at the very least, Im marrying the guy who knocked me up. And then what? For the life of me, I cant picture what my future is supposed to look like. I have this kid, and then what? Two words: single mom. Its a pretty bleak future, but somehow it makes the lies a little more forgivable. Lying to them was hard because it was really like inheriting a second family. There were so many gifts and hugs and kisses on the cheek, and everyone was so friendly. Course they are. Youre his wife. If you werent married, theyd tell you to fuck off. Everything happened so quickly. Even the ring on my finger feels foreign, as though Im in someone elses body. Though, of course, were supposed to keep up with this charade and Im supposed to be-what? Its not exactly a girls dream to marry the guy who knocks you up. I cant even imagine what you must be going through. Honestly, I just want a good bagel from home. The ones here-theyre not really the same. God, I know! Mnie happily seizes on the topic and we spend time reminiscing about home. And what the hell is with the kissing? Its a bit weird, isnt it? Nah, Im pretty sure its a French thing. Like shaking hands. I think they call it, bise. I click my tongue and let the French roll over my tongue. La bees. Sheughs at my poor attempt and I throw a napkin at her. The door opens and a gust of cold air make me sp my mug of hot coffee. Oh, hey, Tony. I look up in surprise to see my husband giant form standing over us with a very dark look on his face. He ignores Mnies greeting. Get up, youre leaving. I just got here. Whats your problem? I shoot Mnie a look, silently apologizing for his rudeness. We need to fucking talk, he says in a voice that bears no argument. Then he turns toward Mnie. Sorry about this. Mnie waves him off, looking slightly disappointed as I stand up. Im sorry, I dont know whats wrong with him. Well do it again sometime. #1 Chapter 57 Yeah, sure. An impatient rap on the ss makes my muscles tense. What the fuck is his problem? I follow him outside. You were so rude to her, I tell him the moment the door swings shut. What the hell is wrong with you? He grabs my wrist and drags me to a secluded corner, his lips white and shaking. Ill tell you whats wrong with me. Youre a fucking liar. What? The acidic tone cuts me to my core. I dont know what hes talking about, but the vicious look he gives me makes me swallow down bitter guilt. You were pregnant with that jackasss kid the whole time, werent you? He told me that he made you take pregnancy tests. He searches my stunned face. Well, is it true? Tony, thats not really-Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Jesus. His eyes fracture in pain and he turns away from me as though he cant stand the sight of me. I feel like the worst human being on the. Tony, I have to tell you what happened. Fucking save it, he hurls over his shoulder. I step in front of him. The furious look on his face scares me-that hint of a predator that I saw in the bar lifts his head and res at me-and I swallow hard, hoping he wont just brush me aside. Trust me, you want to hear this. I take a deep, shuddering breath. It was the day I went to get some of my stuff. Rafael was waiting for me, and he had the tests. He wanted to know it was true. I swallow hard as Tony gives me a venomous look. They were positive. I didnt know I was pregnant. Tony-its your-its your baby. What? He stands there, his white face suddenly bloodless like the snow under his feet. The silence is deafening between us. The traffic from the street muffles to a distant murmur as my heart beats in my head. My mouth opens and closes. Why the fuck is this so hard? Please dont hate me. You what? You forgot to take your fucking pills? I nod shamefacedly and he swears so loudly that it echoes down the alley. I dont believe this. Its real. Ive been to the doctor. I-Im sorry, Tony. His hands tremble as he rakes them through his hair, looking anywhere but at me. He doesnt want to acknowledge it. I dont me him. Im sorry I got pregnant with your kid, who you obviously dont want. Im sorry I entered into your life at all. Im just sorry. When were you going to fucking tell me? I know, its just-there was so much shit going on, and I was afraid to tell you, I force myself to raise my voice, and I just want to say that you dont have to do anything-you dont have to be in its life. I totally understand. He seizes his hair and pulls, shaking his head. I cannot fucking believe this. My heart stalls. I knew it-I knew hed be like this, but its still like a spike to my heart. Im sor- I dont want this! he explodes. What kind of fucking father can I be? Im not fit to be one at all. Tears spill down my cheeks. Thats not true. How the fuck would you know? He looks at me with the air of someone being clubbed on the head. Hes right, isnt he? Hes a Mafioso. Im just waiting to die, he said. Youre a good man. I know you dont like to believe it- Wild, strangledughter cuts me off. Im sorry, sweetheart, but you are dead wrong about that. You dont know me. You dont know a thing about the life I lead. Actually, I do. My dad was a boss, remember? That shit-eating grin is back on his face as he pins me against the wall, nudging my thighs open with his leg. I always feel so small when he surrounds me like that. Its not just his size. Its his presence: overwhelming and intoxicating at the same time. The energy between us shifts as he takes my waist in his hands, as his knee grinds my pussy. Its electric. My heart pounds, and I cant breathe as he leans in closer. Yeah, I know all about you Mafia princesses. Daddy would have never showed you the dark side of his business. You only saw the clothes, the jewelry, the charity g dinners- Im not an idiot, Tony. I read the papers, and I was smart enough not to swallow every lie he tried to feed us. Reading about it in the paper, he sneers. Last night, I spent eight hours torturing some poor fuck with his head trapped in a vise. Do you know what happens to someones head when its crushed? The eyes pop out. A cruel mask slides over Tonys face, and it urs to me that he might be right. That I might not know this man at all. Darkness swirls in his eyes, but theyre the same ones that dented with pain when told me that he never wanted this life for himself. Why are you trying to scare me? My voice grows stronger. What exactly are you trying to aplish, here? The babysing whether you like it or not. Im trying to make you understand that Im not a good man. I shouldnt be in any kids life. Im nothing but a bad influence. You dont have to be in its life. The thigh nudges me again, and a ripple of desire moves up my body. The things he says makes my stomach cave in. Pressure builds up behind my eyes, and Im pissed off, too. I dont believe that hed be a bad influence. Hes the one who saved me without asking for a single dime in return. Im going to be in the kids life. I just dont know for how long. He touches my face gently as another tear rolls down my cheek. His other hand curls around my waist, smoothing over my belly. His gaze softens for a moment. Then suddenly he pulls my arm and I scramble after him in the streets. Tony, where are we going? We stop in front of his car and he opens the door, pointing inside. #1 Chapter 58 Get in. During the car ride home, Tony keeps a stoic silence that I think is a front for his barely constrained panic. I study the tic in his jaw, the way his eyes focus on the streets without ever once ncing at me, and I wonder what the hell hes thinking. I wonder if hell just end things between us. Can I me him? When we get home, Tony dissolves into nervous energy. I show him the test results from the doctor, the missing pills from my birth control, and it all crashes on his head. The paper trembles in his hand. I cant tell whether hes furious or terrified. Its really mine? My arms wrap around my middle as he looks at me under his dark locks. Im positive. He lets out a long exhale and copses into a chair in the kitchen. The test results sit on the kitchen table, and he stares at the paper as if itll magically turn negative if he looks at it long enough. I cant stand the sight of him like this. Shaking, I leave the kitchen to sit on the sofa in the living room. I try to imagine raising a kid in this ce, and then in my minds image I see Tonys face, contorted with rage as a shrill cry wakes him up from sleep. He didnt ask for this. Is it fair to expect him to take responsibility? Should I do everything because its my fault? Is it my fault? Heavy footsteps creak over the floorboards and finallye to a rest where I sit. His hand drops on my head, smoothing my face. I turn, and he grips a fistful of hair. Its painful. What the fuck? I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but the expression he wears stops me. His smile is more like a dark grin, and his eyes simmer with unbridled lust. My throat closes. Get up. He tugs my hair and I follow the pressure, standing up as he weaves an arm around my neck. My blood beats hard into his skin. His mouth hisses over my neck like a knife. Youre such a slick little rat, arent you? What? His hips shift, digging his rock-hard bulge into my back as he pushes me forward, toward the bedroom. Your n was to get some asshole to fill you with his cum. To get you knocked up. His hand drops to my chest, groping my tits through my shirt. No fucking way! Hot lips graze over my ear, his soft voice adding a hot line of desire all the way to my pussy. Except, Im not just some asshole whos going to let you leave with my kid. Im going to give you what you want, baby. My back hits the bedroom door and it flies open, banging into the wall. My heart pounds into my throat as his lips touch my neck, stinging my skin as he sucks hard. I dont know what the fuck hes talking about, but every movement on my skin is like a trail of fire. He turns me around so that his heated lips are against mine. Im going to fuck you and fill you with my cum every day, and after our kid is born, he touches my belly and I feel a small thrill in my chest, I wont stop until I get you knocked up again, and again. The breath catches in my throat. I-I thought you didnt want kids. I always wanted kids. I just didnt want them while I was in the life, but that ship has fucking sailed. Im going to have the family I always wanted, and youre going to give it to me. Tony, I love you. My heart swells and beats a little faster as I realize how true it is. I want to tell him. Maybe its because hes embracing this fucked-up situation with open arms, or maybe its because he makes my panties melt without touching me. I rip off my shirt and Tonys eyes watch my tits as he reaches around, undoing my bra. It slides down my arms and then I bend over to remove the jeans and soaking panties from my waist. Such an obedient wife. Tonys grin stretches over his handsome face as he cups his hand over my pussy, gliding his finger over my clit. My legs shiver. You really are made for me. A low growl reverberates in his throat as he runs his hand up my waist, cupping my tits as his forefinger and thumb pinch my hard nipple. I arch my back as he touches the sensitive flesh and I reach up, grabbing his rough face to kiss him. Its hard because hes so much taller than I am, but he bends his neck and his soft lips seal against mine. Its like having the flu: the shaking weakness, sensitive skin, the heat burning your skin. Thats what hes like. Then I know that Im bound to him for as long as he wants because he makes me feel like this. Because I love him. Ill do anything for him. Maybe theres a part of him that knows that. He pulls back with a very satisfied smirk, as though he already knows how bad Ive got it for him. Get on the bed and put your hands over your head. I lie on the bed, my core pounding in anticipation as he rummages through the nightstand and pulls out heavy silver handcuffs. Hes never used them on me. It gives me a strange thrill to feel the cool metal burning against my skin as it clicks around my wrist, and then on the headboard behind me. He removes another pair from his nightstand, grinning like a devil as he tightens them around my ankles and attaches them to rope that he has tied around the legs of his bed. Tied up and helpless, I watch as he retrieves another instrument from his nightstand. It looks like a purple, U-shaped vibrator. Oh fuck.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. You need to be punished first. His face hardens suddenly. For what? Dont give me that fucking look, he snaps. You didnt tell me that your ex ambushed you at your apartment. Were married, now. No more fucking secrets. Hes right. Then he clicks a button and the vibrator hums madly in his hands. I watch him as he walks between my legs with deliberate slowness, and then I feel one of the arms sinking inside me. The other one slides over my clit, holding me in ce like a paper clip. I buck madly in my restraints, my heart rate jacked as both arms stimte me. Pleasure rolls through me, slicing and zapping, and Tony smiles as he sits on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. Eventually he lies beside me. I like having you like this. Easy ess. Or I could just jack off to you all day. What are you trying to do? My voice bursts out of me into a growl. Heughs at my rage and reaches out, touching my leg. The slight touch sends a jolt to my pussy, like an electric current. Oh God. My mind screams out for more as hisughter rolls over me like hot drops of rain down my back. It infuriates me to see him smiling sweetly as I jerk and twist on the bed, pleasure riding up my pussy. It jackknifes into my core mercilessly. My chest feels as if theres amp hanging over my naked skin, burning. And then I feel it rippling through my core. My orgasm clenches my pussy hard as I gasp into my arm, avoiding Tonys face. Aw, did youe? Poor baby. His fingers dig into my thigh as shock waves run through my body. Slowly he inches his hand up my thigh. Its slow and torturous, and the vibrator doesnt let up. Within seconds my heart hammers against my chest and electric shocks of desire m into my pussy. Tony smiles as I let out a shrill gasp and then a moan as he envelops my pussy with his hand, muffling the sound of the vibrator for a moment. #1 Chapter 59 He leans over me, the heat of his body pressing into my side as he gently wipes strands clinging to my lips while his other hand massages me. He applies pressure to the device, and I arch my back as he suddenly hits a sensitive spot. A slow grin spreads over Tonys rugged face as he presses down. Another searing spike of pleasure jolts up my pussy and his warmth is tantalizingly close. I think of his naked body, the weight of him when hes deep inside me. I want his thick cock pulsing inside me, feeding the ache that burns for more. Please, Tony. I cant stand it-ah! Another orgasm painfully clenches my core, making the handcuffs rattle as I seize my limbs. Tony just smiles at me, nting a chaste kiss on my cheek that feels erotic. Anything from him feels erotic right now. That asshole made me feel like a fucking chump. He slides his hand back to my ass and holds it firmly, giving me a forbidding look. You should have told me he went after you. I wouldve killed him. The look in his eyes along with the vibrators erotic massage makes me let out a thrilled gasp. The dark pools are filled with deadly calm, but suddenly they sh with vicious retribution. Youre mine, and he disrespected me by meeting you behind my back. And he never faced any consequences. Thats your fucking fault. Tony Im really-Im sorry- You made me look weak in front of them. Do you know what that does in my line of work? Now they think Im some kind of moron who lets his wife two-time him. His eyes ze and his fingers gouge into my flesh. The vibrator keeps buzzing, maddening me as Tonys harsh voice cuts into my ear. Hes pissed, and for good reason, but I dont fucking care. All I care about is the pain between my legs. Its building up again. Jesus Christ. No! My moans shake from my chest as yet another painful grip seizes my cunt, and a wave of pleasure is quickly extinguished by the vibrators incessant buzzing. Tonys hand suddenly smacks my ass, and the vibration from the blow adds to the maddening ache inside me. A finger lifts my chin so that Im staring into his eyes. My heart clenches suddenly as I meet his gaze, and I want so badly for him to kiss me. You will not do that again. The voice he uses sends a stab of pain to my heart. I wont. Good, he says, his harsh voice blowing over my face. This is not an equal rtionship, hon. You do what I say for your own fucking good. A ze of anger rears up inside me at those words. What the fuck is he talking about? Fuck you. I do whatever the hell I want. Thats all in the past, babe. Youre not a princess anymore, youre mine. Mine to y with, mine to fuck, mine to protect. Say it. Heat burns my face, but then he crushes his lips against mine, devouring me as his tongue ys inside my mouth. His hand grabs my neck with a slightly firm grip, almost as if he meant to hold me down and im me as he said he would. His fingers spread over my skin and drag down my chest, over the swell of my breast as he finally grabs the entire thing and squeezes. A small groan vibrates from his mouth as I arch into his touch. Everything about him drives me mad. Half of the time I want to p him as much as I want to fuck him. He pulls back, a confident smirk ying on his lips as he watches me struggle. Who am I fucking kidding? Im yours. Say it all. I purse my lips. He will not make me say it all. Then he reaches somewhere and touches a button on the vibrator, and it suddenly triples in speed. Oh fuck. Fuck. Something thick and hard-I need it now. My muscles clench over the device as it teases, never quite delivering what I exactly need. Im yours-Tony, please! Softughter rains down on me as he turns the device off and slides it out of me. My legs tremble as I hear the sound of his clothes hitting the floor in muffled thumps. He climbs over the bed, the mattress squeaking as he crawls over me. His entire body is bared to me, but I cant touch him. Instead, he touches me. Its all a lesson. Hes in control, not me. A single finger rides up my stomach, between my breasts, and up my throat. Then his hand curls around my neck and Im bursting with frustration. Fuck me, already.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. You still cant fucking let go, can you? What do I have to do to you, huh? I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a finger. No-not a fucking word until you submit to me. His weight bears down on me, and his cock ttens against my stomach. Long, thick, impossibly rigid. A low whine leaves my throat as I imagine what itd feel like. Fucking hell. Restrained, but not immobile, I shiver as he wetly kisses my throat, his stubble scratching my skin. Then another kiss bites the base of my neck and I gasp as he makes a sucking sound. His lips smile as he pulls back and looks at it. Another hickey. Goddamn it. I will not fuck you until you tell me what I want to hear. His knees nudge my legs, making them open wide as he begins to rock his body, sliding his cock up and down my aching pussy. This is ridiculous. Im Elena Vittorio, not some-not some mob wife for him to order around. Then his tongue darts out, teasing the very tip of my hard nipple, which contracts at his touch. Its a searing sensation-a direct line to my arousal. He watches my reaction, smiles, and then he takes my breast in his mouth, biting down hard. I let out a gasp of pain, and his teeth withdraw. The wet, strong muscle teases my nipple, ying as he closes his mouth over it and sucks. Oh God. Tony, please. He bites the nipple hard and its like another searing shock, and his cock is right there, rubbing against me. Im ready for him. He grabs my face, his words almost hostile. Say the fucking words. Tony, I-Im in love with you. Ill do anything. Shock ripples through his face for a moment and he pauses, looking horribly frozen. Then he grunts and moves his hips, burying his face in my neck as he slides right in. It feels like home, and my heart still pounds so hard that it hurts, because I told him that I loved him. He didnt say it back. He didnt. I lift my legs as he fucks me mercilessly, pounding my aching pussy as he breathes harshly in my neck. Feeling him throb inside me is like paradise. I cant remember thest time I felt so connected to someone. Hes the father of my child. I love him just for that. Then hees hard, his cock ramming me sopletely that I gasp in pain, loving that deep groan that growls in my ear. His hot breath steams my neck as he pulses inside me, the wetness flooding my pussy. He pulls back and kisses me hard as he thrusts deep, our sweat mingling together as he breaks our kiss to pant against my lips. Theres something different shining in his eyes as he smiles at me. Ive never seen it before. Thank you, Elena. The voice is so weak that Im surprised itsing from his chest. For what? #1 Chapter 60 For making me care about something. Its different between us. I cant ce it, cant put a finger on it. Its enough just to sit in hisp and hear his voice rumbling through my back. Ive never felt so at peace with his arm around my waist, his chin over my shoulder. Maybe its because hes so big, but I always feel safe in his arms. He nts an asional kiss on my neck, and I glow inside. I flip through a catalog of baby-rted shit well have to buy, and Tony tenses underneath me. Its still not real for him. I just dont know, he admits in a low voice. I dont know if Ill be ready. I turn around in hisp, confronting his slightly worried gaze. Its not like him to be insecure, but how can anyone be secure about this? I dont even know if Ill be ready. He lets out a shortugh. If youre not, were definitely fucked.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Its normal to be scared. He winces at the word. I just dont want to fuck it up. Gentle fingers brush over my belly and a light flickers in his eyes. Tony stands up with me in his arms and I slip down his waist, clutching his chest as he pulls a wad of cash from his jeans. He counts a small handful of bills and hands them to me. There has to be at least a thousand dors in there. Ive got to go. Use it to buy some of this shit. Go with one of your girlfriends. He hurriedly nts a kiss on my cheek and my heart squeezes as he gives me a wink and walks down the hall. Where are you going? He only smiles at me. Ah. Fine. Ill be backte. TONY Ill be backte, I tell her. If Ie back at all. My finger rests over the trigger of my Glock as I close the door and descend the steps of my apartment. Purpose floods my veins as I walk toward my car. I unlock the door and slide in, starting the car. The car roars as I pull out of the parallel parking and drive toward Montmartre, away from my home in teau so that I can meet that stupid fuck, who still texts Elena. It wasnt all right when she was my girl, but now that shes my wife-my actuallypregnant wife-I need to end that douchebag once and for all. He needs to die. My mind was made up the moment I saw that fucking look of entitlement on his face at the sit-down. He insulted me, and my blood boils just thinking about how he made me look like an asshole in front of my superiors. Ill kill the piece of shit, and I wont be quick about it, either. Ill take my goddamn time and listen to him whine and bitch and beg me for his life. And that means going against Johnnys orders. Hell, its not as if we havent killed wise guys before without permission. Guys get killed all the time. You get a bunch of hotheads in a room with guns, and some of them have arguments, and before you know it, one of them is dead. Once, a made guy from the Algiere family called Pierre an asshole while we were ying cards, and the crazy fuck shot him in the chest. Just like that-BAM-and he was gone. He was a made guy. We had to bury him where no one could ever find him. No body? No proof he was murdered. Its that simple. I stop the car and park, looking for a male form on the street as I get out of the car and duck behind the pork store. I recovered the SIM card from Elenas phone after I smashed it, and I use it to keep tabs on that motherfucker. The violent shit he sends her makes me sick to my stomach to read, but mostly its just like dumping a gallon of gasoline on fire. Ive been dying to beat the piss out of this asshole for weeks. My fists are aching for action. My fingers fly over my cell phone as I slide in the SIM card, ignoring the fresh wave of violent text messages. Shit, I should be allowed to whack him based on what he says here: Your fucking boyfriend is dead, you dumb bitch I will be in my sons life. You cant stop me. I grin to myself. My sons life. Dumb fuck. A cold feeling pricks over my bare skin and my head snaps up. A nauseated, vulnerable feeling slowly grips my insides, and I dont even bother hiding my gun. I shove the cell phone down my pocket and hold the gun with both hands, ncing down deserted white streets. The gun slips in my cold, mmy fingers and I tighten the grip as I search behind the line of cars on the street. I dont know why the fuck I feel like this. Like Im about to be jumped. Maybe there was a sh of something-chrome. There it is. Just out of sight, peeking from the end of the block. The throttle of several motorcycle engines guns through my chest and I dive behind my car without thinking as explosions crash around me. The bikes scream down the street, and I know Im going to die. Outnumbered. Im going to fucking die just like my dad. No. I hurl myself over the hood of my car and aim at fleeing chrome. Pop. Pop. Something ms into my right shoulder, numbing my arm as the bike goes down in a shower of sparks, rolling over the man. Im hit. The sounds of screeching tires barely register in my head as I wheel toward the next one, determined to take as many down with me as I can. If I die, they all fucking die. A bearded old fuck with a 20-gauge shotgun in his hands aims at me, and I fire at his face before he can touch the trigger. The back of his head explodes with pink mist, showering the pristine white snow. Its almost beautiful. Another punch, this time to my leg, and I crumple to the ground. This time I dont get angry. I get really fucked scared. My mind fills with images of Elena-Elenas belly growing bigger, Elena with the baby, rocking it to sleep as her long, beautiful hair hangs over the crib. And then a single cry screams inside my head: My wife-my baby! Is this what Dad thought before he went? The blows rain on my head. They tten me down until I cant think-I cant think of a single word except this phrase running in my head, and panic that Ive never known floods my lungs, or maybe its blood. I cant breathe. I cant- ELENA Shopping bags weigh down my shoulders as I descend the stairs to the metro. Mnie, also bogged with wildly swinging bags, follows me. Thanks foring with me. I sigh as the white strings of shopping bags cken around my shoulders as I slide into a stic seat. Mnie gives me a simr look of relief as she sits down, the shopping bags crowded around our legs. #1 Chapter 61 No problem. Its probably the closest Ill ever get to having the same experience. She gives me a kind of a sad smile as I look at her. Tommys not really the fatherly type. Thinking of Tony, I smile. Yeah, thats what they all say. I shoot off a quick text to him, telling him that Im heading home just as the subway lurches forward. My phone buzzes and I read his response: Dinner better be fucking ready when I get back home. I snort to myself when I read that. Hes joking, right? Itll be ready when its ready. We just got done shopping. The messagees back frighteningly quickly, as if hes watching the screen, just waiting for me to reply. Youll have it ready when I get home or youll get my hand across your face. Or a belt. The hostility in the message runs right through me like a sword. What the hell is with him? Cold horror ripples through my stomach and I dont hear the roar of the subway, or Mnies chatter in my ear. Then another text pops up on the screen: Its your choice. Theyre the same words Rafael used to hiss in my ear. Oh God. No, please dont let that mean what I think it does. The phone tters to the floor. Dimly I hear Mnies reproving yell. Elena! When I make no move, Mnie picks it up for me. Whats wrong? He fucking got him. He has Tony. Why else would Rafaels voicee out of Tonys phone? Oh my God. Jesus, whats wrong? Mnies whitened face turns toward me. Panic spikes my heart as a horrible image of Tonys bloodied body shes in front of my eyes. No, I cant lose him. I cannot fucking lose him! We have to hurry-I have to go home, now! Were on our way, she says in a bewildered tone. Will you tell me what the hells going on? I look at the subway map, the French names blurring as tears spill from my eyes. Three stops. Three fucking stops. Something happened to Tony. What? I didnt see- she looks at my phone and reads the texts, biting her lip. I-dont see anything suspicious- Its the sort of thing my ex would say. He has Tonys phone, which means that- I cant bear to finish the sentence, but my voice chokes off in a sob. Hes probably dead. Whoa, dont you think you might be overreacting? I stare at her as impatient rage fumes in my chest. No, Im not! I know my ex and I know Tony-this isnt the way he talks to me. I stand up as the door hisses open to my stop, but Mnie grabs my arm and forces me down. She flinches when I re at her. What the hell are you doing? Were not going to your apartment! People filter out of the car as I struggle with her. Let go of me! I snatch my arm from her grip. Listen to me. If youre right- My voice rises in a snarl. I know Im right. Her hand reaches out and closes over my wrist, her fingers biting me. Then he could be waiting for you there. Its too dangerous. Shes right. I dont stand a chance against my ex. Hes probably just hoping Ill take the bait and run back home. The door hisses shut and for some reason the image of a coffin lid closing for thest time burns in my head. A wave of crushing despair ms into my shoulders from above, like a heavy weight. My knees strike the ground. The car echoes with my sobs as passengers give me concerned looks. Mnies gentle hand falls on my head. Hey, you dont know what happened. It could be a prank or-or something. My eyes burn as I stare at the phone screen, the words bleeding as my eyes well up. I know exactly what happened. That bastard found Tony and probably took him by surprise, and by now hes probably-hes gone. Thrown in a ditch somewhere or buried. Jesus-the pain in my heart feels as if its going to kill me. No, I cant ept that. I sit and gulp down air as my lungs contract. Mnie grips my shoulder hard and whispers in my ear all the bullshit that she thinks will help me feel better. Well find Tony. Tommy might know something. Mnie gets on the phone with her boyfriend as I shake in the seat, staring ahead but not really seeing anything. The phone is hot in my hand, and a wave of nausea ovees me when I look at it. Its contaminated. Its an extension of the man who did nothing but abuse me for months, and now hes extinguished the only light in my life.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Fucking hell, get a grip on yourself. Trembling a bit on my feet, I walk out of the car with Mnie fast on my heels. Shopping bags bounce against my legs as I hurtle up the stairs. A silver Mercedes rolls against the curb and Tommys anxious head leans toward the window. Get in. Mnie opens the trunk while I shove the bags inside and then I climb in the backseat as Mnie joins him in the front. Tommy-have you heard from Tony? He gazes at me from the rear-view mirror. No, sorry. We need to find him. I think Rafael might have- the breath hitches in my throat and I swallow hard, clearing it, might have done something to him. Tommys eyes widen as he pulls from the curb and drives us away. What makes you say that? #1 Chapter 62 Mnie gives me an anxious look as I pull up the text messages. The texts he sent me are not from Tony, theyre from Rafael. It boils my blood to see him raise his eyebrows as though Im being overdramatic. We stop at a light and he seizes the phone, scrolling through them. Then he shrugs. My heart sinks. I dont see whats the big deal- Tony would not talk to me like that! I snarl at him. Actually, Elena, Ive known him for longer than you have. This doesnt really surprise me. My nails dig into my palms as he hands me back my phone. A powerless feeling throbs in my chest. Tonys out there, somewhere. Injured. In pain. He needs me to fight for him. Tommy, Im telling you, Rafael kidnapped him. I need your fucking help! Suspicious eyes from the mirror narrow at me. Elena, youre overreacting. If anything, hes drunk. Men are jerks when theyre drunk. No, Im telling you, thats not it. Tommy, just bring her to the fucking bar, Mnie finally yells. He gives her a dark look. Fine, but you might not like what you see there. Meaning what? A fleeting look makes my insides crawl.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. He could be there with another girl. Mnie slugs Tommys shoulder with her fist, a very angry look on her face. Jesus, woman! Im fuckin driving! Dont be such an asshole! Im not. I dont listen to them bicker. The irritating noise falls to the background and the only sound is my heartbeat in my head, pulsing loudly. What should I do? I know in my heart of hearts that something went terribly wrong when Tony left the house. Tommy isnt likely to help me, but maybe John will listen. What if he doesnt think the texts are proof, either? Then I take matters into my own hands. Ill find Rafael. Ill kill him. There are other options besides the Mafia. Tony told me all about the bikers in Sorel-Tracy, which is northeast of the city. Their headquarters is a huge concrete bunker that you can see from the highway. The family is allied with them. Maybe theyd be able to help me. Tommy parks the car and I immediately get out, looking through the darkened windows of his bar for Tonys shape. Even though Im sure hes not there, I cant help but hope. Tommy rolls his eyes at me as he opens the door for Mnie and I. In thete afternoon, the bar has only a few early drinkers, and none of them are Tony. I wheel around, and Mnie fixes her boyfriend with a death re. Hes not here. We need to do something! His Adams apple bobs as he looks away from Mnies heated stare. Look, this doesnt prove anything. The man could be anywhere- My scream of frustration cuts his voice off and I rush past him, heading for his office. Swift footsteps follow me into the back and I yank open drawers beside his desk, looking for my money. What the fuck are you doing? He grabs my shoulder roughly and I whirl around, tears blinding my eyes. I want to withdraw ten thousand dors. An unpleasant grimace spreads over his face. Why? he says, cing his hands on his hips. What the fuck does it matter to you? Its my money! I know that fucking look-it means trouble for me. Youre nning to do something stupid- Behind him, Mnie clutches her sleeve. Just give her what she wants! What she wants? The incredulity in his tone sends a hot wave of heat up my throat. Dont pretend like you actually give a damn about Tony. Fuck you. Hes my babys father. Of course I care about him. Even Mnie gives her boyfriend a scandalized look. Jesus. He looks back and forth from Mnies face to mine, smiling at our outrage. You realize that they made this whole thing up, right? Theres no baby. She lied so she could get her ex off her back. Its all bullshit. Tommys angry voice rings out in the small room. Tears streak down my cheeks as his sadistic voice ps my face. I feel it burn as though he actually struck me. It was in the beginning, but its not anymore. Oh, right. Im pregnant with his kid, right hand to God. He sneers at the earnest tone in my voice and Mnie makes another violent movement toward her boyfriend. If you hit me again, Ill tie you up right here in this office and spank your sweet ass until its raw. Her face burns brightly. You are being aplete asshole. No, Im not. You dont know this girl. She came here a month ago and told me about her n to marry a wise guy so that her ex would leave her alone. Fifty thousand dors, wasnt it? #1 Chapter 63 He turns to me with a genial smile that makes my stomach twist. It was, I say in a strong voice, but- -But you dont give a shit what happens to me if Johnny finds out about this scam, do you? I ball my hands into fists as bitterness gathers in my mouth. My tongue curls against the revolting taste. Its not a scam. He gives me a very ugly look. Whatever you say, sweetheart. Ive lost all fucking patience. If you wont help me, then just give me my fucking money! I cant bear looking at Mnies confused face as Tommy wordlessly gets a paper bag and opens the wall safe. He drops bricks of cash in the bag and then ms the door shut. He walks back to me with a deadened look in his eyes, and maybe theres a sliver of something else. That I better watch my back because the man who helped me out and felt sorry for me is gone. I stuff the paper bag in my purse and turn around to leave. Elena, what about your things? Theyre still in Tommys car. I dont care, I say in a hoarse voice. I need to find him. My feet fly down the bar, ignoring her protests. I run past the patrons and burst outside, thrust into the freezing cold that only feels like a mild distraction. The restaurant where Johnny always hangs out burns in my mind: Le Zinc. I jog down the streets, determined to talk to Johnny before I make myst, most desperate move to save Tony. Through the pristine windows, I see Johnny seated in the back, nked by his guards as he picks through his lunch. I yank open the doors and am confronted by the hostile hostess, who recognizes me immediately. Mademoiselle, I must insist that you leave-Tarbarnak! I ignore herpletely, walking swiftly past her to weave around tables, almost bumping into several of them as I make a beeline for Johnny, who raises his head when I approach. Once again his guards throw their arms across my chest, knocking the wind out of me. For fucks sake, let her though. Shes Tonys wife. The venom in his voice is barely constrained, and I sense a certain amount of revulsion in his gaze. If my status as Tonys wife is the only reason why Johnny tolerates me, I might be in trouble. Still, he frowns when he sees my tearstained face. I sit down across from him, legs trembling. Whats wrong, ma belle? Tony! Hes missing I-I think Rafael has his phone. I show him the strange text messages, and Johnnys sculpted face betrays no emotion. He gives me a nk look. You think Rafael is using his phone? Why? He wants him dead. Obviously, Tony got jumped or something, and- And what? Tony is a big boy. He can handle your pathetic, junkie ex.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. These texts arent like him. Heat boils in my chest as I watch him study his nails. Dont you fucking care? A dangerous look crosses his face as my voice snaps over him. Do I care about one of my men going missing? Yes. Then why arent you listening to me? I did listen, he says in a bored voice as his ck eyes slide to mine. Tony isnt missing. If he doesnt show up for a couple days, then Ill worry. A couple days? Are you fucking kidding me? Ive just told you that Ive reason to believe that Rafael kidnapped my husband. Reason? I dont see no reason. His eyes sear into mine. I see a paranoid, newly wedded wife. Your husband works round the clock for me. Youre going to have to get used to him noting home some nights. This is not about that, you stupid piece of shit! Johnny rolls a cigarette on the table with slim, deft fingers and picks it up. Im sorry that youre upset, but I really dont think theres anything to worry about. Im seized with an urge to lunge across the table and yank him by his striped blue tie-to make him look at me with a modicum of respect and not just as the fucking Vittorio scumbags daughter. Then red sparks fly as he lights up, looking at me across the table with supreme boredom. He wont help me. No one will. The enormity of my responsibilityys across my shoulders like a dead horse. I can barely rise from the table. Johnny gives me a fleeting look. Youre making a big mistake. Smoke drifts across his emotionless face. He doesntugh at me, or smile, or give any indication that he thinks Im being ridiculous, but he doesnt reassure me, either. Iming, Tony. The concrete fortress stands like a sentinel over a ruined city. Crumbling infrastructure surrounds the ce like rot. Urban decay. The triple-barbed-wire fence looks daunting, and I have no idea what to expect when I drive Tonys car to their gates, which open when I roll the car closer. My heart jumps as the gates groan. They swing inward, and I catch a glimpse of dirty, leather-jacketed men, their arms covered in tattoos. Some wear bandanas or baseball caps, others have long, flowing beards. Theyck the professional, clean vibe of the mob. Even the guys look different. Theyre definitely not Italian, thats for sure. Theyre also armed to the fucking teeth. A surprisingly semi-groomed man walks to my window and taps on it with his shotgun. Theres a patch on his leather vest: President. Right above it: Les Diables MC. I know next to nothing about biker gangs, only that I wish I were anywhere but here. Tony needs you. I roll down the window and the President, whoever the fuck he is, bows his head. He peers at me over the rims of his Ray-Bans and spits out the toothpick he worries in his mouth. The sides of his head are shaved and theres a long star gouged into his face. He gives me a long, searching look. Quest ce-que vous faites ici? I dont understand a word. I dont speak French. Im Elena, Tony Vidals wife. Carlos. President of Les Diables. I know your husband. You do? #1 Chapter 64 Hope lifts my spirits as he steps back, motioning for me to step out of the car. I get out and step into thepound, which looks like a series of bunkers lined up in rows. Theres a giant ranch house, which Carlos leads me to as his friends escort us there. My skin shivers as he opens the heavy door to the house, which looks more like a saloon as I approach it. Its well lit inside and theres a bar with pool tables and booths. Scantily d women dance suggestively around poles. Even stranger, theres a woman holding a squalling baby near what looks like a canteen. It looks like some kind of depravedmunity area. Carlos leads me into his office, and a couple other men slide into seats behind me as I sit across from his desk. He sits down and adjusts his jacket. What can I do for you? What do I want them to do? I want them to find Rafael and kill the fucker. I want Rafael Costa dead. Can you find him? He grins at me as the shock on his face fades. Then he leans back. Youre a piece of work, arent you? Johnny called ahead and told me that you might pay me a visit. Im sorry. Much as Id like to help you whack an Italian, I cant do it.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. Then-what about if you helped me find my husband? I think Rafael kidnapped him-I know he kidnapped him. The men behind me shift in their seats. It raises the hair on my neck. Carlos gives me a shrewd look. If thats true, why are youing to us? Johnny doesnt believe me. Look, Im willing to pay you five grand right now if you agree to go looking for Tony. Youll get another five grand when you find him. He rubs his chin thoughtfully. Seems like a pretty good deal. Hes probably trying to hold back how much of a steal this is. Ten grand to find a missing person? Unheard of. If you find him and he turns out to be fine, jokes on me, okay? But I think Rafael has him against his will and I need your help finding him. I reach into my purse and pull out a few of the bricks of cash. I let them fall over the table. His gaze flicks to the men behind me. All right- And I want a gun. His grin widens, exposing a row of silver teeth. I dont think so. No. But-! Im not giving Tonys wife a gun. Fine. I can probably get one myself anyway. I extend my hand. Deal. We shake hands and he keeps my fingers in his grasp for a moment. I dont usually get involved in mob business, but your husband was always a decent guy, not like the pricks we usually have to deal with. Ill get some people on the streets to look for him right away. Thank you. The weight lessens somewhat, but then Rafaels cruel face twisted in malevolence haunts my mind. I touch my belly and another stab of panic hits me. Tony is the only person who ever made me feel as if I was worth a damn. My sister, my mom, they basically left me to be consumed by my ex the moment Dad passed. I walk outside with the bikers, who escort me back to my car. Nothing feels any better. Ive someone on my side, but Im not any closer to finding Tony. It alles down to him. Rafael. Its the fault of his stupid male ego that couldnt ept that Im a person who made her own fucking decisions. I was never real, just a prop in his life. I was just the bosss daughter. If he was with me, maybe his career would advance. Maybe hed be made capo. Who knows, maybe hed seed my dad as boss. But none of that ever happened. All that work he put into courting me was for nothing, because Dads dead. My value ispletely gone, and now Ive left him. Why couldnt he just leave me be? Fuck him. Fuck him. My hands clench my cell phone as if its his neck, and I have a glorious vision of his eyes bugging out as I cut off his airway. Lets see how you fucking like it. I drive back to Tonys apartment, because I dont care about confronting Rafael at this point. Once Im there, I find a gun in Tonys nightstand and I pop open the safety. My dad taught me how to shoot when I was a kid. I pace back and forth in ce with it in my hand, my head steaming with images of Tony lying on some rotten floor, dead. A scream suddenly tears from my throat as sobs shake my chest. I cant stand it-I cant fucking stand this inaction. Hours tick by slowly, and I resist the urge to call Carlos, over and over. No, sorry, they still havent found him. I take my cell phone and stare into the glowing blue screen. My thumb hovers over it. Tony,e home. Im waiting for you here. The response is almost immediate: All right, Iming. I want to smash the fucking screen and feel the shards of ss dig into my hand. My vision sears with red as I grab the pistol in my purse and wrench open the door to outside. My finger tenses over the trigger as I step out, just waiting for one hint of that fuckers face. Ill wait for the asshole. Thats right. Come for me, Rafael. Ill get rid of you and I wont give a flying fuck about it. Energy roars through my veins like too many caffeinated drinks. I feel more alert than Ive ever been as I hurry down the steps and hide behind a garbage bin just off the side of the brownstone. Its tall enough so that I have to only slightly bend my knees. The streets are too cold for anyone to mingle outside, and I desperately rub my fingers together to keep them from getting numb. I need to be able to shoot him. Just point and shoot. My heart feels as though its on the verge of explosion. Even though I want to fucking kill him, Im scared. Its so fast and painful against my chest that I feel dizzy with the rush of blood to my head. Itll be a fucking miracle if he doesnt spot me, but Im counting on the fact that hell be so anxious to see me that he wont be careful. Hell just run up the steps, ignoring the sides of the apartment. From the glow of the streetlights, I see a dark, lean figure walking across the street with his hands deep inside his pockets. He looks both ways and hurries across, wet boots shining as he crosses the slick street. This might be it. I extend my arms just like my dad taught me, following his shape as he walks up the steps to my apartment, but I still cant make out his face. Fuck! Time slows down. His gait lengthens. He raises his fist to the door, and all the while a clear voice whispers in my head. It knows exactly what I need to do. Wait til he turns. Then shoot. The porch light res on, and his haggard face slowly turns away from the brightness, wincing. He looks across, directly at me-and I recognize him in an instant. Half of a second-thats all it takes for me to make up my mind to kill. My finger trembles. A st explodes from the muzzle of the gun and Rafael screams into the night. Its so fucking loud that it startles me. Then he disappears. Wait-where the fuck did he go? Theres a noise through the thick, cold darkness. A moaning sound-someone full of pain. Oh God, I hope I didnt hit someone else. #1 Chapter 65 The maddening thought briefly seizes my head before I see Rafaels shaking body, slumped over and partially hidden by the bars. I fucking got him. Heart pounding hard, I stand up from behind the garbage bin as Rafael topples backward, his body crashing into the steps as he slides down. Yes! I run around the side and almost run into Rafaels heaving body. He blinks rapidly as I aim my gun right at his rat face. You shot me? I did. Theres a nice, clean hole buried in his shoulder. In the darkness, his leather jacket just looks wet. And yet theres no outrage in Rafaels eyes. He can barely process what just happened. I cant believe you fucking shot me. Where the fuck is my husband? I aim the muzzle between his eyes so that he cant miss it. His eyes widen and he spreads his white hand against the snow. His demeanor shifts when he realizes that Im dead fucking serious. Your husband? Want another one? Dont waste my time, you prick. Wheres Tony? Oh, Tony. He gives me a nasty grin and shrugs despite the pain in his shoulder. Fuck if I know. You have his cell phone. Any more lies, and Ill shoot you again. The gun trembles in my grip and Rafael seems to finally understand how unhinged I just might be. Look, hes probably already gone. Gone? What do you mean, gone? He raises an eyebrow. Im sorry, but I had to get rid of him. Dont! It rips from my throat in a scream that the whole neighborhood can probably hear. Thats it-Rafael just confirmed what I knew all along, that Tony is dead. Hes gone. The world dissolves away like sand. Its all gray and t. Suddenly I feel the cold. Like an oppressive fog, it envelops my body. Blood rushing to my skin feels like a thousand painful pinpricks. My eyes burn, but I cant cry. I barely have the strength to hold the gun, and really the only warmth is glowing in my belly. Because the kid still matters. Because its all Ive left of him. Hes gone. Hes gone. I cant take it. I want to scream with the grief howling inside me. I want to destroy every shred of light left in the universe, because the only one in my life is gone. I was never going to let anyonee between us. Help me get up, and Ill forgive you for this. He brushes aside Tonys death as if it were a minor inconvenience. He strains to sit up, and I aim the gun at his forehead. I hate him. Ive never hated anyone so fucking much, not even the bastards who killed my father. I loved him, I scream in a shrill voice. I loved him more than you could ever fucking fathom!Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. I love you, he says in an angry voice. I did everything I could to get you back, and now that I have you back Im never letting you go. You dont have me. You never had me. The gun trembles in my hands and a thrill runs through me. Ive never killed anyone before, and Im about to see what it feels like. Will I feel anything? Will there be regret? He shakes his head. Baby, you dont have it in you. See you in Hell. I pull the trigger as something crashes into my side. Sparks fly on the pavement as the bullet nces off the ground. I fall down, heart hammering. The wind is knocked from my chest and I wheeze. What the fuck? Jesus fucking Christ. Another mans voice growls in my ear as he yanks me upright, and Im so bewildered that I cant find words as he picks me off the ground. Is he-is he dead? The man holding me by the scruff of my neck snarls in my face. I dont fucking know. Youre not supposed to touch him! Im not dead. Rafaels voice sounds strange, yet still very much alive. A surge of rage rushes through my limbs, and I try to shove the man aside. Let me kill him. I want to do it. Step aside! No! He takes me bodily and forces me up the stairs, leaving Rafael behind. Give me that fucking gun. He twists it out of my grip and shoves me into my apartment. Then I finally get a good look at him. Hes one of the men I saw at the Les Diables fortress. Did you follow me here? Good thing Carlos asked me to, because otherwise youd be in deep shit. He looks behind himself and sees Rafael, still sprawled on the pavement. Fuck. Fury rustles my insides like ck tar. I should have killed him a long time ago, but now its toote and Tonys gone. #1 Chapter 66 I need to make some phone calls to take care of this. Try to escape, and Ill tie you up. He shakes his head at me as I cross my arms and sit down with an angry sob. A strange feeling goes through me as I take my seat. Its like a long, drawn-out howl. The worst grief Ive ever felt in my life squeezes my chest and I just copse over the kitchen table. My sobs echo through the house, loud enough to disturb the biker from his phone calls. He steps outside, mming the door shut. Then theres nothing but the echo of my grief and the resounding fact that I failed. TONY Pain. Searing, hot pain. It drags me out of whatevera I was in and I hear a loud scraping sound. Im not dead. Huh. My eyes re open and there are at least six guys in what looks like a basement. All bikers. Not Les Diables. Their colors are different. One turns around, and I see the letters sprawled over the ck leather: POPEYES MC. The Popeyes. Holy fuck, I cant believe I got jumped by a group of disillusioned Les Diables fucks. The same disillusioned fucks who killed my dad during the biker wars. They say some thingse full circle. They seem to be right. My chest swells and the pain in my shoulder and abdomen stabs me suddenly. Fuck, I need to get out of this alive. Elena needs me. I have a wife and a baby on the way, and I cant just fucking die. Not now. It doesnt escape me that that fucking cunt hair is behind all of this. He hired these fucks to kill me, only theyre taking their sweet-ass time-why? Youre awake, the man sitting on an empty crate says unnecessarily. Do you know who I am? I do. The only good Italian is a dead one. The othersugh like sheep.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. I re at all of them, trying to size them up. So why are you taking orders from one? He drags a lead pipe over the cement floor and grins nastily. Because this one has a lot of fucking money. All you dumbasses are going to get killed the moment Johnny gets wind of what happened to me. I strain my biceps against my restraints. Coils and coils of rope bind me to the chair. My hands are beet red from theck of cirction. We want to know where the money is. The hundred grand you have stashed away. The basement echoes with my hollowughter, which cuts off into a groan. The lead pipe smashes over my knees, breaking at least one of them. For a moment, I debate sending these fucking morons to Tommy. They wont get within five yards of him. Youll have to kill another made guy to get to the money. Does that sound worth it to you? That part is a lie, but they look at each other. The leader, an old man with a long gray beard, looks at me with wrinkled eyes. Vidal, he says, rolling the name from his tongue. Vito Vidal. Youre his fucking kid, arent you? My lungs heave as fire burns beneath my skin-I just want to smash this old fucks face in. He knows my dad. They shot him down in the streets like a fucking dog. Listen, were just here to get you to back off from the girl. Elena Vittorio. Shes Rafaels, end of story. All you have to do is say that youll stay away from her. Dont talk about my wife. Shes the one who hired us. Their lies make meugh. She loves me-she told me so right before I left. My chest burns when I realize that I never said it back. She just took me by surprise and I didnt have the balls to say it back. She and that baby are the only things in the world that matter to me, and God help the man who tries to take them away from me. A bead of sweat rolls down my face as he ps a sheet of paper-a certificate of divorce that Elena (supposedly) has already signed. Seeing her fake signature sprawled on the paper sends a jolt of pain to my heart, even though I know its bullshit. I look up into his faded brown eyes. Go fuck yourself. He shrugs and pulls it back toward himself. Doesnt matter. Well get your signature one way or the other. A man fists his hand through my hair and taps my face with a pair of filthy pliers. Open up. Pull all my teeth, you sons of bitches. I dont give a fuck. I wont sign that shit. I open my mouth and he sticks it inside. The rubber chafes against my lips as I taste the metal in my mouth. He grips the very back mrs and then I know its going to hurt like a bitch. He twists hard and I feel the bone crunching in my mouth. Delicate tissues snap as it grinds in my head and my tongue is drenched with blood. I grip the edges of my chair and fight the urge to scream as pain rivaling my gunshot wounds tears my mouth. He yanks with a sickening wet sound and my bloodied tooth swims in front of my face. My mouth swells immediately and dark blood gushes from my lips. I spit it out as the pain throbs, almost as if theres still something stuck in there. Fucking bastards. Ill fucking kill everyst one of them. The old fuckys the contract there as though Ill sign it, and I spit at it. A stter of dark blood hits the paper. You know, you must be the only guy in the fucking universe whos fighting so goddamn hard to keep his wife. The guy with the pliers presses a gun to my damp head. Sign it. No. I cant believe this-I fucking failed her, Elena. My beautiful wife is going to give birth to our kid without me, and my heart squeezes to think of her. I dont give a shit about myself, its all about her. The door ms open and four quick sts cut down the Popeyes where they stand. The one holding a gun to my head wheels around, screaming, but a st from a shotgun knocks him the fuck down. My vision swims as I see Les Diables bikers swarming in the small room. The old fucker is still alive. He raises his hands. Kevin, one of the guys I recognize, raises his gun to his head. Wait, I say to him. I want to do him. Lets make this quick. Relief floods over my body as they cut through my ropes. I wonder what fucking God I have to thank for this. So many questions run through my mind, but Im just d that my ass is saved. I stand up, a little shaky on my feet, but Kevin hands me a gun. Wait, the old fuck begs. Just wait a second. The Italian was the one who put us up to this. He never said to kill you. We werent going t- BAM. #1 Chapter 67 His head explodes into fragments of skull and brain matter, which vomits out the back of his head. His bodynds with a loud thump to the floor. The bikers hardly blink an eye. Thank you guys, I say through my swollen jaw. How the fuck did you know I was here? Thank your wife.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. My wife? I grasp his tattooed arm and he gives me a once over. Jesus, we should get you to a hospital. I need to see my wife first. Shes fine. I got one of my guys watching her. Im going home to check on my wife. You can either help me or not. My heart thuds, blood sluggishly pulsing from my wounds. Fuck, I feel as if Im going to pass out. Only sheer willpower puts one step in front of the other. I burst out of the dank room and almost trip over the couple bodies strewn on the floor. Julien gives one of them a fierce kick. Good thing we found this ce. Looks like their stronghold. Pathetic fucks. I dont know where the hell I am and its pitch ck outside. Jesus, how long was I out? I pile in the van waiting for us, and the vice president steps outside. Hurry the fuck up before the cops get here. Everyone shoves themselves inside the van and I close my hand over the wound in my side, which throbs with increasing intensity. Its like a stabbing pain thats impossible to ignore or distract from. Pain, pain, pain. My mind shes with words like: searing flesh. He doesnt look too good. Im fucking fine, I roar, my voice punctuated with pain. I need to see her first. Youre lucky she hired us. Hired? What the fuck is going on? The pieces fall together when we stop in front of my house. Johnnys car is there and a needle of pain goes right through my heart. She must have asked him for help, but he wouldnt give it to her. One of the bikers hurries out of the van to help me climb the steps, but I shove him out of the way. I can do it myself! Tony, you have two gunshot wounds. Im fine-I just fucking need to see her. I need to make sure nothing happened to her. I palm the door, and a bloody handprint smears as I push it open. Elena! I yell into the apartment. Footsteps run toward me, and then I see Elenas widened, red face and my heart clenches. Tony! Oh my God, youre-youre hurt! She rushes toward me and I wrap my arms around her waist, an incredible wave of relief crashing over me. My eyes burn suddenly and I dig my fingers into her clothes, willing myself not to cry out. Anything could have happened to her. Her chest shakes against mine as she sumbs to tears, clutching me so fiercely that I grunt in pain. She pulls back, tears burning red paths down her face as she touches my jaw tenderly. Jesus, what did they do to you? I love you, Elena. Her lips tremble with a spark of happiness, and I feel it grow inside my chest. I never got to say it before they took me, and it was all I could think about. My vision swims and I stumble backward. Elena looks horrified. Okay, he needs a hospital. I recognize Johnnys sharp tone and feel a sudden surge of anger toward him. His strong arm slides across my shoulders, his hand anchoring under my good one as he lifts me upright and we make our way outside, into his car. Youre driving me, boss? Ill get blood all over your seats. Elena opens the passenger door for us, her face white. Get in, Tony. I slide inside and she takes the backseat. God, Im tired. I just want to fall asleep, even though the leather is fucking freezing against my back. Johnny gets inside and starts the car. It screams as we peel out of there. Want to tell me why my wife was forced to go to Les Diables for help? A guilty look crosses Johnnys face. Im sorry, Tony. I didnt think anything happened to you. I didnt- You didnt believe my wife. My voice cuts across his and resentment bleeds into my chest. The bullet wounds throb with my rage. She didnt exactlye to me with much proof. Seemed to be enough for the bikers. She paid them- Of course she fucking did, because my own family didnt think I was good enough to protect. You would have just left me for dead- Thats not true. If I had known, I would have put guys out on the street. You did know. Elena told you. He lifts a hand, shrugging as he turns the wheel and takes a left turn. Nothing she showed me caused me any concern. #1 Chapter 68 Shes an extension of myself, and you didnt believe her? Why the fuck would she lie about something like this? I thought she was being paranoid! He glowers at me, his young face creased with anger. I apologize. I didnt think that fucking moron had the balls to go after you again after Vincents warning. Whatever. I groan as the pain in my abdomen feels as if its twisting inside me, like a sharp de digging in my flesh. Elena utters a gasp and threads her fingers through my hair. Were almost there, she says in a thick voice. It feels good to have her hands on my skin. I sigh as she caresses my hair, and Johnny gives us a strange look. All right, were here. He ms the brakes and men in white coats dash outside to meet us, rolling a stretcher between them. Johnny opens the door for me and Elena holds her hands to her face, trying to look brave for me. Is he-is he going to be okay? I dont know, maam. They roll me on the stretcher and I let out a stream of curses as my body ttens on the bed. White male,te twenties, multiple gunshot- My mind drifts as they wheel me into the hospital, Elena keeping pace with them. She squeezes my hand. Hes not in this hospital. Ive my guys searching everywhere for him, but looks like the bastard was smart enough to avoid going to one.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. A female voice, distracted. What does that mean? The grim male voice booms out, It means hes biding his time. Fuck, maybe he bled out and died in a ditch somewhere. Anyway, I still cant go to Vincent with this. Theres no proof linking him to the bikers. I dont fucking believe this! Something heavy ms against a metallic object that rattles loudly. My eyes crack open and I feel strangely restricted. My chest pulses and the sensation of a strict bandage over my shoulder exins the feeling. An ice bag sits against my cheek, freezing the skin. My eyes slide over to John, who stands next to my wife near the window. If you wont kill him, I will. They both start when they realize Im awake. A slow smile pulls at Elenas lips as she approaches my bed and kisses my forehead. She takes the bag of ice away and looks at me through warm eyes. Perfect love and trust shines through them. Johnnys unsmiling face hovers over mine, pulling me irresistibly to the present. My hands are fucking tied, but I cant ignore this. Well take care of him. Fuck that, I want to be the one to kill that motherfucker. I rip the nket off my legs and attempt to sit up. My side screams in pain, and Elena pushes me back down. Dont be stupid. Youre in no condition. Fuck my condition. Johnny grins at me. Did your wife tell you she shot that asshole? What the fuck? Elena lowers her eyes when I re at her. What the fuck is he talking about? I thought you were dead. Elena, what the fuck happened? She flinches at my tone. I wanted him toe to me so I could kill him. I almost did. Holy shit. Are you out of your mind? Someone could have seen you. You could have been hurt. Her eyes glimmer with angry tears. I had to do something! Johnny looks at my wife with a bit of grudging respect. None of the other guys wives would have had the balls to do what she did. Shes crazy. Shes mine. Nothing can be done until we find the guy. Just rest, Tony. Just rest. Easy for him to fucking say. A familiar voice yelling down the hallway makes my guts seize. Oh fucking no. Wheres my son? Mrs. Vidal, your son is talking to Johnny. A muffled voice from outside is cut off by my mothers angry retort. I dont give a damn about that man. Get out of my way! Mrs. Vidal! Ill go. See youter, Tone. Johnny gives me a short wave before heading outside. Part of me wants to call him back. Oh fuck. Elenas hands freeze in my hair as my mother bursts through the door, looking as though shes aged several years. #1 Chapter 69 Oh my God. My son! My beautiful son-what happened? Elena steps away from the bed as Maes barreling for me. I brace for the impact as she throws her arms around my neck and squeezes. Im just a little banged up, Ma. You were shot! Who did this to you? She speaks in a low, gritty voice, as though the neighborhood kid beat me up. Dont worry about it. Her face screws up in anger and she swells like a bullfrog. Dont worry about it? Why dont you tell that to your wife and baby? How the hell are you going to raise this kid if youre getting shot- Ma, rx. Her mouth trembles as she falls silent, her eyes wrinkled in pain. Tony, I love you but you are destroying yourself. Her seething voice cuts me deeper than the wounds burrowed in my body. I never wanted this, and I cant get out. You know I cant leave. Try. For their sakes. Elenas worried face meets mine, and I watch her tten her shirt over her belly. The one that has my baby growing inside it. Sadness clenches my heart and I let my head fall back on the pillows, blinking rapidly. The thought of leaving them crushes my heart. For the first time in my life, Im afraid. I dont want to die.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Mas face hovers over mine, and she seems to understand the turmoil in my head. Its different when you have a kid, isnt it? Yeah, it is. ELENA My hands smooth over Tonys sculpted arms, tracing over the intricate tattoos inked on his tanned skin. He closes his eyes as if it soothes him to have my hands on him, and then he takes my hand and brings it to his lips. A bump of pleasure lifts my heart as he kisses it, and then his gray eyes open to mine, lust and devotion swirling together. We havent really said much to each other since it all happened. It was hard getting a moment away from the people constantly visiting him, but now a heavy silence falls over us both. I need to change your bandage. So change it. A wide smirk staggers over his face as I straddle his waist. I change his shoulder first, gently peeling the bandage coated with rusty blood. He doesnt make a sound, even though it must sting. His hands stroke my sides as his charcoal eyes never stray from my face. All the unsaid things glow from Tonys gaze. Im vividly aware that this is the first time were actually alone together. No doctors to interrupt us, no mother to pop in unannounced, nothing. Heat builds up between us until I have to wipe my hands over my jeans. Underneath my legs, I feel him hardening into a stiff rock. I meet his gaze warily and I inhale a sharp breath. Fuck, he just always looks so delectable. Even now with his five o clock shadow, I just want to run my fingers along his jaw and stare into those deep eyes as he rams me hard. Tony, we cant. The doctor said- The doctor said a lot of shit. The heat in his voice makes me lick my lips. Seriously, though. You could hurt yourself. Ill fuck you when I want to fuck you, stitches be damned. He leans forward, kissing my neck. The feeling of his lips pressed against mine gently strokes the fire simmering inside me. Its been a couple weeks since Ive felt him inside me. Weve just had stolen kisses in the hospital bed, a hand job while the nurses were upied, thats it. Tonys face zes with need, his hair already tousled from the many times Ive run my hands through it. Sweetie, let me do the work. I lift myself and reach down, touching his iron-stiff cock. No, Ill never let you do that again. Im not sure what hes referring to, but then again, Tonys been oddtely. It must have been his close brush with death. He hasnt let me out of his sight. He stands up and takes my hand, a devilish look on his face. Cock vivid against his jeans, he pulls them down, his biceps straining. I help him undress, kissing the hard bump struggling against his briefs. This fucking wife of mine. He stares down at me, his eyes shining. You saved my life, and I hate that. I hate that I put you in that position, but I love you for being so fucking brave. I feel fit to burst as I stand up in his arms, and he holds me as though he needs it, as though hes still beating himself up over it. I love you, Tony. Id do anything for you. Always. He takes me to the bedroom and pulls the t-shirt from my head. The bra unsnaps from my back with a twist of his hand, and that falls to the ground, too. I love this, just being naked with him, our bodies exposed to one another. He touches me as if Im a piece of art, sadness still lingering in his eyes. I dont know why. I take off my pants and he follows my every move. He watches as I struggle with the tightness of the fabric. It snags my panties and those drop down. He touches my belly again and I imagine what itll be like when it starts kicking. My heart races whenever he puts his hands on me. Then he lowers his head, lips brushing against my ear. Having you there at the hospital was hell. They dont tell you about the raging hard-ons you get when youre naked under the sheets and your wife is right there, but you cant fuck her. His hand covers my breast and I shudder at the contact. Hot lips sear against the side of my head as he pinches my hard nipple. You have me now. He grabs the base of my neck gently and makes me sit down on the edge of the bed. I slide my hands up his muscr thighs and pull his ck briefs down, so that he bounces free. I grab the veined, stiff cock and my lips roll over his head. Tony sighs and pulls away from me. I need your pussy right now. Tony covers my body with his as he pushes me over the bed, spreading my thighs with his hand. The head pushes hard against the ache crying out for him, for his thickness. I love that sound he makes when he sheathes himself for the first time. My wetness gathers around him as he pulls out and shoves it back in, deep inside my pussy. Hes never been this gentle with me. Never looked at me with so much love in his eyes. Its hard to describe, but they almost look fractured. In pain. My body clenches around him as he pulses inside me, hammering my pussy as he breathes into my neck. I fuckin need you. He stops for a moment, grabbing my tits and then sinking his teeth into my neck. I need him too-need this passion in my life. I need his cock inside me and his cum, too. The future unfolds for me. Well have more kids, and well have a lot of fun making them. He makes me happier than I ever could have dreamed. He kisses my damp neck as I dig my fingers into his back, screaming into the ceiling as he hits my G-spot. Then a groan shakes from his throat, and his cock stabs me hard. He empties his seed in my womb, and I feel the sticky warmth inside me. #1 Chapter 70 We kiss like two teenagers who just discovered sex. He bites my bottom lip, and butterflies flutter in my chest as he looks at me with that slightly drunken expression. I love you. But a frown descends over his face. Whats wrong? He rolls on his back and opens and closes his mouth a few times, staring at the ceiling. You know whats wrong. I rub my arm feverishly. Rafael. Hes nowhere to be found. It drives me insane knowing hes still out there. I dont think Ill be able to sleep. I just-I have no idea what his endgame is. Tonys eyes flick to me, and I almost flinch from the darkness. You. Youre his endgame. I dont like hearing that. Bitterness curls my lip. Im not a fucking trophy. Im not a goddamn possession. Im just as possessive as your ex. I just dont have to hurt anyone to keep whats mine. He takes my chin gently, and even though his words should make my blood run cold, they have the opposite effect. Theres no way in hell Id let you go. I dont want you to. We lie there in bed for a while and gradually Tony closes his eyes. Sound asleep. I let him. The doctor said he needed rest, but I cant rest. My nerves are fucked from being back in this house, where Rafael knows exactly where to find us. I get up from the bed and grab my phone off the nightstand, which lights up with a new text: Need to see you. Tell no one, or I go to the police and tell them who really shot me. The blood drains right out of me. I can almost feel it pooled at my feet. He has my number from the phone he stole from Tony. Hes still after me. I look over at Tonys sleeping form, knowing how enraged hed be if he knew that Rafael contacted me. He would want to find him, but what if he didnt? What if he went to the police? The phone shakes in my hand. I dont know what to do. What do you want? Meet me here. Now. The text has a map pointing to a motel outside of town. The hair rises on the back of my neck. No fucking way Im meeting you there. Then enjoy prison, I guess. A shock of cold horror runs through me like a rippling wave. Prison. Either he could link the gun that shot him to me, or Tony. I just want to talk. I dont believe that for a second. How stupid do you think I am? Im not going anywhere near you. I wonder if the guards will let me in the cell with you if I bribe them. My lip curls as I stare at the screen. Fuck you. I am not going to jail, and neither is Tony. I wont be lured into a trap. In the living room, I peel back the curtains and stare into the white streets, heart hammering. What should I do?Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. I could meet him. I could kill him. My heart seizes at the thought. I know Im capable. Ill do anything to save Tony and my baby. And I owe him. Just look at him. Look at what you cost him. My heart breaks when I look at Tonys sleeping, exhausted body. Hes been shot, and hes had one of his mrs ripped out all because of me. Rafaels too smart to be tracked down, but maybe I can do the work for them. For fucks sake, I dont want to rely on anyone anymore. I was Daddys girl, but Im not anymore. Im not just Tonys wife, either. Im Elena, and I can handle this piece of shit. I look at Tony, almost wishing he was awake so that he could stop me from leaving. My heart ms against my chest as I gather my purse and slip out the door, locking it behind me. My footsteps echo hollowly through the mostly empty parking lot. A dirty, dingy motelys in front of me. Its dangerous. I know that, but Im also familiar with Rafaels moods. Now that he actually thinks hes the father of my child, he wont hurt me. Too bad I have no problem hurting him. I knock on the door, legs shaking as the blinds ripple near the window. The door cracks open and I stare into the nozzle of a gun. I knock on the door, legs shaking as the blinds ripple near the window. The door cracks open and I stare into the muzzle of a gun. Youre alone? A sliver of a man shows through the door. Yeah. Good. Get in. The door swings open and Rafael beckons me from the darkness. I hesitate, wavering on my feet, and he reaches forward and yanks me inside. The door ms shut and my back hits the solid wood as Rafael presses his angr body into mine, his hot, greedy lips at my neck. Hands touch my waist and a surge of vomit rises up my throat. I shove his chest hard and he stumbles backward. Dont fucking touch me. Rafael doesnt look as coked out as he has thest few times Ive seen him. He wears a white tank top and dark-blue jeans, the bandage visible behind the shirt. A pained look crosses his face. For a moment I think its remorse, then I notice the way his hand flies to his shoulder. I realize I shoved him where his wound was. Good. #1 Chapter 71 You wanted to talk. So talk. That dangerous, calm look falls over his face as he corners me, close enough so that I can see every bit of stubble on his cheek. His lips are inches from mine, and his eyes are clear. Theyre filled with deadly calm. Oh God. I dont like this. Let me tell you whats going to happen if you dont do what I say. Ill tell the police who shot me, and after a short trial, you get a couple years in prison. Long enough for you to give birth there. Where the fuck is this going? Horror slowly fills my chest as a creeping smile spreads over his face. God, his smile used to make me glow. Now it just makes me sick. His fingers touch my frozen cheek, then my neck. Theyll take the baby away from you soon as its born. Itll be ripped from your arms. Its like a gray cloud rolling over my head. Im cast in a ck shadow. Rafael seems to glorify my despair.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. Then I establish paternity for the kid, and I take it away from you. No. Its like a whisper. It barely passes from my lips, but Rafael hears it. His fingers brush over my bottom lip. Yes. He cant do this to me. An image of my swollen self, pacing the small cell of a prison cell haunts my mind. Giving birth in prison, and almost immediately having a nurse rip the child away from my arms. He cant do this. Its not even your baby! He raises his eyebrow, smile trembling. Are you sure about that? No, Im not. As much as I want the baby to be Tonys, as much as I hope that its his, Im notpletely sure. Its a horrifying image. As far-fetched I think his n is-it still stabs my chest like a knife. I force myself to keep calm, to make myself seem like I really believe this shit. Hell drop his guard, and Ill get him. Somehow. The room echoes with my shuddering gasps. I slump against the door, pretending to lose all strength in my limbs. Rafael wraps an arm around my waist, and Im terrified by his warmth. I dont want to do this to us, Elena, but I will get what I want. You cant do this to me. I beg him with my eyes. Please. But everything hes done soared beyond any kind of usual evil. Ill kill you. Youll leave Tony, or youll never see your kid again. Leave Tony? Leave the man I love? He must be insane if he thinks Im going to actually go through with this, but inwardly I rejoice. He might as well have handed his head on a silver tter. Ill go to Tony, sure. Ill tell him exactly where you are. Rafael has the balls to grin at me. Its a wide, self-assured grin, not unlike the one Tony gives me, but so undeserving. Hes such a piece of shit. A worm. A parasite unworthy to stand on the same ground as my beautiful, brave husband. Rafaels sinewy arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest. I ball my hands at my sides, holding them rigid as he wraps me inside his poisonous embrace. We belong together. We really fucking dont. I understand why you left, but its different now. Im off the coke. His lips hover right over my ear, just close enough to make me shiver violently. Ill be a good father to our kid, and I sure as shit wont let another mane between us. I let tears slip down my cheeks, and Rafael wipes them away greedily. No-I dont want-no! He grabs my jaw firmly as he nts his lips against my jaw. I won, Elena. Just ept it. I wont ept it. The police in Montreal are not going to give a shit about a suspect for attempted murder if Im in New York. Theyd have to extradite me, which could take weeks. Hes out of his mind. You need to break up with him, and you need to make it convincing. I screw up my face, pretending to be devastated. I wont! He forces my jaw forward, so that Im facing him. Then I call the police right fucking now and they haul your ass to jail. This whole n of yours makes no sense. Once they find out that you-youve coerced a members wife, theyll kill you. Vincent will kill you. Not while this baby is mine. He growls in my face, reflexively grabbing my belly. I p his hand away, and he gives me an extremely offended look. Im not yours to touch anymore. Keep your fucking hands to yourself. Within seconds his hand curls in my hair and he wrenches my neck hard, twisting my arm behind my back, making me cry out in pain. Deep loathing burns through my eyes as I look at Rafaels twisting grin. I hate how easy it is for him to make me surrender. I struggle in his grasp, but its useless. Im no match for years and years of hardened brutality. These fucking tits. He lets out a growl like a rabid animal and gropes my breast, his hand twisting my hair. The ugly vition boils my blood, but Im powerless to stop him. He slides under my shirt and slips underneath my bra, mauling my sensitive flesh. Stop-please, stop! He lets me go so suddenly that I stumble to the floor. Immediately I wrap my jacket around myself. Rafaels cruelughter rings in the small room. My fear makes himugh. #1 Chapter 72 Whats the matter, hon? You used to like it rough, remember? You used to beg for this. He grabs his cock and gives it a squeeze, and I turn away with a look of revulsion. Touch me again, and Ill scream. His eyes narrow and he digs a finger into the center of my chest. You know whatll happen if you make one fucking sound. Make him think youve lost. Youve done it before.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. My eyes lower from his and Rafael lets out a grunt, satisfied with my submission. This sudden surge of self-conscious introspection wontst, that Im sure of. Hell go back to snorting lines and smacking me around. Only this time, Ill be ready. Because the first chance I get, Im killing him. The chair drags over the shitty carpet as Rafael pulls it out and sits down, stripping his white tank top from his shoulders. The bandage on his shoulder is soaked through, and he massages it with a tired look on his face. He beckons me with his finger. What? Change my bandage. Ill change your fucking bandage. I step forward and rip the bandage from his shoulder, smirking as he lets out a sharp hiss. What the fuck is your problem? Are you seriously that stupid? The genuine surprise on his face makes me livid. Youre insane, thats my problem. This fucking n of yours isnt going to work. Tony is not going to let me go anywhere with you. The slick grin on his face twitches as I p the fresh bandage over his skin. He cocks his head, studying me. Then his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. I yank hard and then I twist my arm. He bends my wrist in a painful position and tears spring to my eyes. He pulls my body so that I fall over hisp. I cringe from the warmth of his chest and his hand snaking around my waist. Then you better find a good reason to tell him to back off. I try to get up, my abdominal muscles tensing against his powerful arm, but I fall back onto hisp. Let me go! What the fuck is your problem? Why are you giving me such a hard time? I want to scream. I dig my elbow in his wounded shoulder and he screams in pain, releasing me immediately. He stands up from the chair, a murderous look snarling his features. My heart stammers and I wonder what the hell Im doing. Why am I provoking him? I forget all about my n as rage bursts from my mouth. I dont want you! I cant fucking stand you. For months, I was biding my time until I had a chance to leave. I took it and never looked back. You were the one who couldnt fucking let go! His muscles tense as he screams. Because you dont get to fucking decide when were over, especially when you are carrying my fucking kid. Its not your kid! He grabs my arms, his thumbs digging in hard enough to make me moan. He looks as though he wants to throw me against the wall, and I wait for it. His lips tremble as he bares his teeth like an animal, but he slowly releases me, breathing in deeply. I wont hit you because youre pregnant. Youre a scumbag and you dont deser- My face whips to the side as a stinging p burns my cheek. I fucking hate him. I have no problem with pping you around when you give me a smart mouth. That wont hurt the baby. Im d youre so confident. This time I catch a blur of his hand as it hits me again, my eyes stinging. Want another one, you stupid bitch? His hand hovers above my face and I watch it, hating the weak part of me that makes me shake my head. Crowds of people jostle me as I make my way through the mall. My eyes sift through them to find my husbands face. So that I can tell him what I did. Hell be furious with me. I spent the night under Rafaels watchful gaze as I sat in the chair, refusing to upy the same space as him. But now its over. I know exactly where he is, and Ill point Tony in the direction. I stand there, brain abuzz with what Im supposed to say to him. I watch him check his phone anxiously. He runs a hand over his face, looking stressed, and I feel a pang for the pain Ive caused him. Then his eyes sweep over me, recognizing me. Relief floods his face and he gets up from the table. It melts away from the heat baking his skin. His jaw sets and he-theres no other word for it-he looks pissed. My heart squeezes at the sight of him looking so upset. Tonys sculpted arms grab me, and for a moment I think hes going to throttle my neck, but he pulls me into his body. He holds me so tightly that my lungs wheeze, and his fingers curl into my hair as a sound Ive never heard from Tony shakes from his chest. I was so fucking worried, Elena. I had half my guys out looking for you. The worry in his voice throttles my heart. Its torture. I bury my face in his chest without saying a word, inhaling the sharp spice of his deodorant. This is where I belong. It takes every effort inside me not to break down. Im fine. He pulls away from me, his hands still holding my shoulders as sharp eyes scan my face. Can he see the tracks on my face? You know youre a shit liar, right? Tony- You left me in the middle of the night. I had to go. Thick eyebrows narrow dangerously. Lie again, and Ill bend you over my knee right here. An involuntary shiver runs through my body at the image of that. Tony seems to sense how it makes me feel, and a heart-stopping smile tiptoes across his face. #1 Chapter 73 Fuck. His thumb sweeps across my bottom lip right before he crushes his mouth against mine. Hes watching you right now. But right now I dont care. Im in Tonys arms, and when I look at him I cant help but feel that everythings going to be all right. I think you better tell me where the fuck you were. He drags me to the table and we sit down together, his eyes never leaving my face. Fuck, I cant breathe when he looks at me like that. Tony makes an impatient growl at the back of his throat. You better start talking, or I just might make good on my fucking promise. Just hear me out. Okay? Tears well up in my eyes, consumed with the vision of me behind bars. I swallow them down, trying to free that knot in my throat. Gentle fingers touch my cheek. Its him, isnt it? Tonys eyes widen as it dawns over him. Fists clenched, he stands up from the seat and stares into the crowds of people. Where is that piece of shit? Ill kill him right now. He looks around the mall. Is he here, watching us? His fist ms into the table separating us. Talk to me, Goddamn it! Hes here. I lured him here for you. I dont expect him to be happy, but I expect him to be pleased, at least. His eyes are red-hot as they scorch through my skin. What the hell were you thinking? Tony, you dont understand. I cant-we cant- He yanks me back down on my seat, his snarling face right up against mine. People around us are starting to stare, and a man behind Tony gives me a concerned look. He digs his fingers into my hair. Tell me what happened. I met him at a motel. He said Id go to jail if I didnt. I just wanted him to believe he had me under his control, so we could finally get rid of him. My voice cracks as I finally break in half, folding in on myself. Tonys eyes smolder as his lips tremble, white with rage. You went to a motel with him. Alone. I know what hes thinking. I dont know what the fuck you were thinking- He says Im going to jail, Tony. I shot him. I needed to do something.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. I stand up again, hating how furious he is with me. He grabs my waist again and a sh of anger sears up my throat, which dissolves when he gives me that look. Then why not fucking tell me about it? Why the hell would you go off on your own? Ive already done enough to you. It hurts me that he cant see that I was only trying to save him from whatever hell Rafael has nned for him. I can take care of myself, Elena. His eyes smolder. How dare you make this decision without me? Were married, and that means you involve me in every fucking decision. Tony looks somehow shadowed, even in the bright lights inside the mall. His ck, flyaway hair hangs over his face, the stubble on his cheeks overgrown, but his eyes are cold. A chill emanates from them, and I wonder if Ive crossed some boundary with him-if Ive gone past the point of no forgiveness. He takes my face in his hands as my breaths quicken to short gasps that hardly give me any air. I dont know for sure if its yours. And if it isnt, and if Im in jail, then he gets custody-then he raises my kid. Elena, thats a lot of ifs. And its not going to happen. You c-cant be sure. That baby inside you is mine and when I find him, Ill make the bastard pay for everything hes done to us. But, Tony- I dont give a fuck what he told you. You should never have left the apartment. It was stupid to put yourself in so much danger. It stings to hear the truthsh across my face like that, even worse to see the pain fracturing his eyes. Dont you trust me to keep you safe? Of course I do. I just wanted to take care of him myself. How can I tell him that Im trying to be a better person? I dont want to have to rely on anyone. Thats what I did before, with Dad. Thats all. No. Your job is to stay home and keep your legs open for your husband, to take his cock whenever he needs you to. Protecting you is my job. His hand suddenly grabs my ass as he leans in, crushing his lips to mine as his fingers burrow in my hair. My heart pounds as his tongue shoves inside my mouth, tasting me. Heat burns my face as I imagine the people in the mall, staring at the spectacle were making. Nothingpares to the horror I feel-Rafael is watching. Hes going to know something is up. He ends the kiss, breathing hard as he rests his forehead against mine. I cant fucking stand it-cant take it that he fucking had you in a motel room. Bile rises up my throat. Tony, nothing happened. His hands shake at his sides as he looks away from me, ovee with emotion. He cant look at me. Its as though he cant stand the sight of me. My voice is small. Im sorry. He explodes. That fucker is the only one whos going to be sorry. He fucked my wife! The bottom drops out of my stomach. Thats what he thinks? I didnt let him. Tony, I swear! FUCK! My heart hammers against my chest as he stands up, yanking me with him. Ive never seen him so upset. The grip on my hand is almost painful as he marches me through the crowd, his chest pulsing like a bulls. His arms are flushed with blood. Im going to inflict as much pain on that bastard as possible. I dig in my heels, stopping him. The face that looks at me isnt one I recognize. Its ugly, full of hate and a twisted malice. #1 Chapter 74 Nothing happened. I didnt let him touch me. It doesnt matter to them! His nostrils re as he looks at me with a tortured look. Them? My boss-all my fucking colleagues are going to think that Im some fucking joke. You know what really happened. Who gives a fuck what anyone thinks? He stares at me for a moment, his face nk. My reputation matters, sweetheart. If people think Im a chump, why the fuck should they pay up on time? His seething heat surrounds me as he grabs my upper arm. You matter to me. I care what people think of my wife. A man who cant keep his wife in line isnt a fucking man. Im not your goddamn property. Then he draws me closer, until my fists are against his chest and a warm smile spreads across his face. Yeah? Thats not what you saidst night. Im amazed at how hot my face gets when he gives me that searing, confident look and the smile that always makes my butterflies out of control. Tension balls in my stomach as he leads us outside. It feels like a fist inside me, squeezing my organs until stars burst in my vision. Oblivious to my anxiety, Tony pulls my hand and leads me into the crisp outdoors. Where is he? I expect Rafael to jump from around the corner, gun zing. Hes probably gone by now. He must know I didnt do what he wanted.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Anxiety trembles through my voice. My n fell apart like a house of cards. I expect to see a shadow of him lurking somewhere, but theres no sign of him. It makes me uneasy. Tony yanks me across the parking lot and into his car. Tony makes a few calls while he drives us away. I keep silent as he talks on the phone, trying to suppress the desire to lower my head from the window. Tony looks on edge, too. Then he stops in front of Le Zinc, and a manes outside to greet us. Go with him inside. Im going to find parking. He says it in a voice that bids no argument, and I reluctantly open the door to walk the short distance from the curb to the restaurant, the man following behind me. It reminds me of when my dad was still alive. Dad sent his guys to chaperone me to ces, usually when he was in hot water. The familiarity calms me down somewhat. The restaurant is closed, but all of Johnnys people are there, standing in the middle of the dining area. At the sight of the Montreal boss, my insides tighten. Hes never liked me. Tommy stands apart from the guys, his arms crossed. I can feel the judgment rolling from his gaze heating my face. He still thinks were running a scam. A wide, toothy smile spreads on Johnnys handsome face. He beckons me closer and I slide into a chair. You want anything to drink? I still havent forgiven him for refusing to help me track down Tony. No. No, thanks, you mean. The rudeness doesnt slide past Johnny, who frowns at me, saying nothing. I hate sitting here, being surrounded by all these men I dont trust. They look down at me. asionally I catch a glimpse of a sneer and I wonder if they made their own minds about where I wasst night. Fuck. French words andughter surround me, and I wonder if theyre talking about me. It seems like it from the way they nce away from me when I meet their eyes, and the way theyugh with their backs to me. An unpleasant, sick feeling festers in my stomach and I remember what Tony told me. They want a fucking spectacle? Ill give them that. I lift the napkin sitting on the table to my eyes and I screw up my face. Cry. Cry, damn it. Sobs break from my throat just as the door from the front of the restaurant swings open. The French chatter drops as my voice echoes through the restaurant, and suddenly Johnnys hand is on my back. Whats the matter? He took me, I wail. He took me from the apartment. I stepped outside f-for some fresh air and he grabbed me. Then he took me t-to his motel- All right, Johnny says in a leaden voice. He had a gun to my head. I thought I was going to die. I lift my head from the tissue as the men nce at each other, looking more sympathetic. He wouldnt let me leave- Thats enough, Johnny says. Its not nearly enough. Tonys gravelly voice rumbles behind me, and my sobs subside as he takes both shoulders in his hands. Johnny, I got to talk to you. All right. Lets go to my office. He stands up, and to my surprise Tony tugs my shoulders. Cmon. Making a show of wiping my face, I follow Johnny into the back, passing Tommys stony face. We file into Johnnys office, taking seats behind his desk as he takes his. Johnny, we need to- Shut the fuck up. My heart jumps at the sudden heat zing from his voice. His hands grip the edge of the desk, his knuckles white. Tommy told me everything. #1 Chapter 75 Fuck. Told you what? I stare at Tony, surprised by the hostility in his tone. Hes the boss! You cant talk like that to him! I know the wedding and pregnancy were part of a giant scam. I know about the money, and Ive already taken my cut. Johnny fumes at me across the table. Thats thirty thousand dors youll never see again. Behind my simmering fear, I feel a ripple of anger. He has no right to that money. I never took a dime from her, John. It is real, she showed me the tests. I dont give a fuck. You disrespected me by lying to my face. I should fucking kill you. Tony clenches the arms of his chair, staring at Johnny. What are you going to do about Rafael? Why the fuck is that my problem? As far as Im concerned, hes Vincents problem. He tried to kill me. Did you forget about that? Johnny takes a pen from his desk and bends it in his hands, finally hurling it back down. That was before I knew you lied to me and brought all this bullshit on this family. The breath catches in my throat as thest words fall from Johnnys lips like a battle-axe. Without their support, we really are fucked. I wont deny that she came to me and asked me to do this for her. Johnny smiles bitterly. But I never took a dime from her, and she is carrying my kid. Thats a fact. You want to believe a fucking Yankee over me, thats your fucking problem. The boss eyes sh dangerously. Im not convinced. Your wife gave quite a performance outside, when I know for a fact she left your apartment willingly because I had Tommy watch the ce.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org. A knock at the door disturbs us, but Im almost grateful for the intrusion. The tension between the two men is red hot, and deadly. The veins in Tonys neck stick out as if he was screaming. He turns around and snarls at the door. What? Police, open the door! Who the fuck let them in the restaurant? Theres a brief moment of silence before the officer knocks on the door again. Having no choice, Tony stands up and opens the door. Men in blue stand at the threshold, Johnnys men not far behind them. Tony Vidal? My husband crosses his arms. Thats me. Youre under arrest. TONY Elenas face pales as they p handcuffs around my wrists. I grimace as the prick cop yanks on them. What the fuck for? Attempted murder. Attempted murder? On who? He ignores my question and reads me my rights as drags me from the office, Johnnys malevolent face fixed on Elena. No, I cant leave her right now. I cant fucking go to jail right now. This couldnte at a worse fucking time. Johnnys eyes narrow dangerously at me. Hes thinking that I fucked up and didnt get rid of one of the bodies correctly, but theres no fucking way. She charges to the officer and steps in front of us, blocking the way. Who filed the charges? Maam, youre blocking the way. She screams at the officer, making the guys behind herugh. WHO IS IT? Its Rafael, isnt it? Rafael Costa? The officers nk face betrays nothing, but my heart sinks as I hear the tremble in her voice. Fuck, shes right. That fucking cock-sucking, good-for-nothing asshole has me right where he wants. She thought he was going to put her in jail, but it was really me he was nning to fuck over. Just so that he could have a clear shot at my wife. No, its me-Im- Shut the hell up! I turn to Johnny, who stands next to her. Johnny, take her away from here. Thats all I fucking need. My wife to confess to shooting Rafaels worthless body. I catch Tommys eye desperately as I turn around. Tommy, please. Keep my wife safe until Im out. He opens his mouth but I dont hear his reply when Im hauled out of the restaurant. The cold bites my cheeks and my eyes burn instantly, and I think of her, surrounded by wolves. * * * Im going to kill that prick. When I find you, you rat fuck- I cant even finish the sentence, because every method of torture I can think of is too good for that asshole. The dank cell echoes with my footsteps as I pace along its length. Im stuck in here while Rafael is free to do God knows what to my wife, and who knows if Johnny will even intervene to help her. My throat closes at the thought, and I grasp the bars. The rust clings to my hands like dirt, and I think about Elenas broken face as I was led out of that restaurant in cuffs. I hate this. Why the fuck did they have to cuff me in front of her? The door to the prison cell cracks open. Tony Vidal,wyer! Fuck, thest person I give a shit about seeing. Hes a sharply dressed Jew, a guy the mob keeps on retainer. When the fuck can I get out? Unfortunately, the judge wont grant you a bail given your-eh, history. #1 Chapter 76 Fucking hell. I knew it. Its not a huge problem. Ill have to grease the judge. Whos the judge? He nces at some sheets of paper. Judge Giuliani. Inwardly I smirk to myself. Hes known to us because he nearly always epts a well-paid bribe. Its tricky, though. I cant just fucking hand it to him, and theres no fucking way Johnny will front the cash for me, especially after what happened. Elena, hang in there. Please. Mywyer leaves, and I make a phone call to one of my associates, who agrees to send the bribe for me. Then its back to pacing in this fucking cell, and going out of my mind with worry. I smash my fist into the bars, rattling this fucking cage. My wife-Jesus-whats going to happen to her? Tony Vidal, visitor! The guard yells into the room as the door unlocks, admitting a man. Please fucking tell me its John. He steps into the light, a predatory smile spreading over his thin face. You fucking crazy moron. Rafael came to visit me in jail. I cannot fucking believe this. I clench the bars and boil with rage. Hes so close-so fucking close. Rafael approaches the bars, almost close enough for me to reach his fucking neck. Before you spend the next decade rotting in jail, I just wanted to let you know Ill be getting my dick wet with your wife. FUCK YOU! ILL FUCKING KILL YOU! I m my body against the bars, determined to force them apart. Hisughter reverberates throughout the room, echoing horribly in my ears. Shes in my car. The little bitch came running for me the moment you were arrested. Turns out, shell suck anyones cock for a favor. The banging of my fists against the bars shes with his horribleughter. I dont believe it. I cant believe it. Still a nasty feeling rises up my throat. She wants me to drop the charges. He sucks on his bottom lip and rolls his eyes as if in ecstasy. But why should I let go of a pussy that sweet? She fits around my cock like a damn glove. I stand there, shaking with all the energy coursing through my veins. When I get out of here, the first thing Im going to do is rip off your balls and boil them in motor oil. He smirks at me and takes a step backward. Careful. You dont want them to hear you saying that. My fingers curl around the bars. Touch my wife again- And youll what? Hit the bars? He gets close enough so that his breath billows across my face. Face it, fuckwad. She belongs to me. Theres no coincidence that she left me right around the time she got pregnant. Iugh at the logic spinning this brain. This guy is as crazy as he is dangerous. She chose me. Maybe, but Im taking her back. He turns away from me, giving me a final grin over his shoulder as he walks to the door and pounds it. The bars vibrate, rattling like gongs as I tear into them, screaming until my voice is hoarse, until I cant even make out what the fuck Im screaming.Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org. My fist smashes against the door and it flies open, banging against the opposite wall. Wise guys look over their shoulders at the intrusion, scowling at me for letting the cold air inside. I power through the bar, only having eyes for the man behind the counter, who looks up at me with a smile. Hey, Tony. You got out fast. I push the waitress who offers me a drink aside and grab his cor as his face barely registers surprise, mming him against the wall. Where the fuck is she? The bottles rattle behind him as he gives me a venomous look. How the fuck should I know? WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE? I shove his chest hard, and his arm knocks over a bottle of Windsor Canadian whiskey. It falls like a rock and shatters, spraying cheap whiskey all over the floor. I seize the broken neck of the bottle and lunge at Tommy. His eyes widen as I grab the hair on his head and dig the broken, jagged edges of ss against his neck. Pinpricks of blood well up around the sharp pieces and he winces. What the fuck are you doing? I asked you to watch over my wife. I think you can cut the act now. Johnny knows everything. THIS IS NOT A FUCKING ACT! Every rough syble digs the ss deeper into Tommys skin, and I hear a female scream behind me-one of the waitresses. Male voices urge me to calm down, or they otherwiseugh at the spectacle Im giving them. Calm down, Tony- My voice dials down to a gritty whisper, and Tommys anxious hazel eyes find mine. I dont give a fuck about slitting his throat, right here, right now, and he knows it. I will kill you right fucking here if you dont tell me where my wife is. Tommys throat bulges and he swallows hard. She left with him, all right? With him. They let her leave with that scumbag. Can I ask you something? Why the fuck do you care about her? The edge of the broken half of the bottle smashes over Tommy as I lunge at his face. I let him drop to the ground as he cradles his head. He looks up at me through a haze of broken bits of ss and blood. Im going to kill you. He lunges at my middle and I fall backward, my back hitting the hard ground. Pierre and Francois suddenly materialize out of thin air, grabbing Tommys arms before he can swing a fist. An animalistic look snarls Tommys face, and it takes four guys to hold him back. The energy and the fight flows out of me when I realize Elena probably left with him because he promised to drop charges against me. He coerced her, but no one would have known or cared to stop her. Shes pregnant, and you let her leave with that psycho. Tommys chest pulses as he struggles against the guys holding him. Its a fucking scam! #1 Chapter 77 No, its not-thats what Ive been trying to tell you, you stupid fuck! They finally let him go as I slump against the bar. Its as though he slid a knife between my ribs. Then I think of the girl I loved when I was seventeen, and how she turned up dead in the streets. I felt as if the pain would kill me, but its nothingpared to losing Elena. I bury my face in my hands. The bar goes quiet-really quiet. No ones ever seen me like this and Im aware that I must look like a pussy, but I dont care. Shes everything to me, and I cant find her. My shoulders shake and my eyes burn as if theyre on the verge of tears. I feel out of controlpletely fucking lost. Mad rage twists my guts, and Im half tempted to walk to Le Zinc right now and put a bullet in Johnnys fucking head for allowing her to leave. A gruff voice whispers in my ear as someone pats my shoulder. Im sorry, Tony. I didnt know. I honestly didnt. I lift my head miserably and see Tommys battered face filled with remorse. It doesnt do fuck all for me. Ill never forget this. You might as well leave town tonight, because Iming back for you. He lets out air through his nose. What if I help you find her? They could be anywhere by now. Or he went back to New York. A nervous edge trembles in Tommys voice. I know that hes not supposed to ce a foot anywhere near the city. Ill call Vince. If you really want to help, youlle with me. Im going now. He runs a hand through his hair. Fuck-fine. Lets go. Tommy addresses a waitress. Clean up this shit and then put Jamie in charge. * * * The drive toward New York is spent in silence, with only the sound of Tommy drumming his fingers restlessly against the car door handle. Can you give it a rest with that shit? He lets out a long sigh. Sorry. Im not exactly wee in New York anymore. I look at him, watching the way his jaw tenses. What did you do? And how are you still alive? He gives me a dark look. I helped whack the old New York boss. Elenas father. So? You werent the only one part of that fucking disaster. There were other things I did, he says unhelpfully. Things I dont fucking regret, but still. Call him again. He gives me a look before opening his phone and dialing the New York boss, putting the phone on speaker. Vince. Hey, Vince, its Tommy again. I havent found the little shit stain yet. Hes not at his apartment. Listen, Tony and I are driving to New York right now. He winces as he finishes the sentence. The phone crackles with silence for a moment before Vincents indignant voice speaks again. You what? No-turn back around. Toote for that. Were already halfway. You lost your New York privileges, remember? Im just trying to help Tony. What the fuck am I supposed to tell Paulies cousins when they find out your ass is in town? I dont really care about Vincent giving Tommy shit about returning to New York. Vince, what the fuck are you doing to find my wife? I dont like your fucking tone, asshole. Maybe you shouldve kept better track of your wife- Maybe you should have let me kill him when we had the chance. Then he wouldnt have ratted me out to the cops, or hired bikers to try to kill me, you arrogant prick! Tommys face pales as the speaker screams in outrage. Do you know who youre talking to? Shes my wife, Vincent. Shes pregnant. What if it was yours? The phone goes silent for a moment and then it crackles with a sigh. Im doing what I can. I dont know if hes in New York, but Ive been trying to find him for weeks. Slippery fuck. All right. Well call you when were close. The phone goes dead without a reply and Tommy gives me an angry voice. Nice work. Calling the boss an arrogant prick was a really good idea.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Thats what he is. He grins at me. Yeah, and I think youre a hotheaded moron but you dont see me calling you that. Oh, wait. Fuck, I cant stand the guys in the life. I want to reach over and smack the stupid smile off his face, but my phone buzzes with a text. Read it. Its from Elena: Donte after me. Everythings under control. #1 Chapter 78 He raises an eyebrow at me. What should I say back? My heart clenches. I doubt the text ising from her. Ask her where she is. I watch his fingers fly over the phone. New York. Hes leaving us a trail of breadcrumbs, or hes trying to throw us off. Im going to bet that its an ambush. Have Vince trace the call. Fucking finally. Were one step closer. ELENA Duct tape is a lot stronger than it looks. Its amazing, really. A couple strips over my mouth, and I cant make a sound. My hands, feet, arms, everything. Im like an insect struggling in flypaper. Thinking about that is much more pleasant than thinking about the man I loathe, who sits on the bed with a gun trained at the door. Ive already tried wrestling the gun from him, and he knocked me out. Couldnt believe that Id actually want to kill the father of his child. Maniac. He keeps ncing at his phone, waiting for some bit of horrible news about the ambush he has set up for Tony. First he made me get my fathers money from Tommy. Then he hired those fucking animals to kill my husband. With my money. He grabbed me the moment I left the restaurant. It was right out in the open and if any of Johnnys people saw, they didnt give a fuck. He forced me to go to Tommy to collect my money. Those fucks better take care of him. I swear to God. Ive never paid so much for a fucking hit. My murmured, unintelligible response doesnt go unnoticed by him. He cups his hand around his ear, looking at me. What was that? Couldnt quite make that out. He grins at the fury on my face. Im d youre able to keep a sense of humor during this. Fuck it. He bounces from the bed and grabs the corner of the tape, ripping it off my face. Spittle drools down my cheek, and he wipes it off with his thumb. Rafael, let me go. This is insane. Let you go so you can crack me over the head with thatmp? He nods toward the heavy-lookingmp on the nightstand that Ive been eyeing. I dont think so. Rage boils in my chest as I struggle fruitlessly against my bonds. When hes dead, well go upstate. Hide out in some fucking farm. That money willst us a while. He talks about it on the bed as though hes got everything figured out. Or maybe I can give it to Vince-get him to call off this shit. Yeah, do that so that I can watch him blow off your head. It bursts out of me before I can swallow back the words, and Rafael whirls around. Oh fuck. He gets up from the bed, gun dangling from his grip as he walks in front of me, his pelvis facing me. Youre a sick cunt, he says as he threads his hand through my hair, yanking viciously. The moment this kid is born, Im beating some fucking manners back into you. The deepest loathing riles inside me as he gently cups my face, running his thumb over his bottom lip. Disgust swirls in my stomach as I see the bulge in his pants, growingrger by the second. Fuck, maybe I should just shove my cock down your throat to shut you up. Ill bite it off, I growl. Youll lose more than a couple teeth if you do that to me. No! I squirm in my seat, terrified when he actually undoes his belt with a groan. He pulls his pants down and I scream. He swears and smothers my mouth with his hand, and the door suddenly rattles as though a battering ram smashed into it. OPEN THE FUCK UP! Tony! I manage to scream his name as his hand goes ck around my mouth. Fuck, Rafael swears before he aims the gun at the door. NO, DONT! Toote. The sounds of gunshots explode in my ears as he aims at the door and shoots. ck holes rip through the door and shatter through the window, which is covered with drapes. He clenches his face as he fires indiscriminately. Theyre going to fire back. Fuck. Using my weight, I swing so that my chair topples to the floor. Returning fire sts the ster above me, and a voice screams for them to stop. BAM! I see an image of Rafael frantically reloading his gun before hes sted off his feet, back smashed against the floor. Blood streaks the wall as he slumps down.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Yes. Finally. It all happened in an instant, and suddenly men pool in the room. They kick away Rafaels gun. I can only make out cks and leather shoes before a familiar face drops down to my level and hauls me upright. Tony gives me a sad smile as his hands briefly grasp mine. Hey there, troublemaker. #1 Chapter 79 Im so stunned to see him here that Im convinced its a figment of my imagination. Tony? How-what about the ambush? They were just low-level street thugs. They backed off once they knew who they were dealing with and told us where to find you. I cant believe it. My heart swells inside my chest as I realize that Tony is really here. Vincent, shes mine! Her baby is mine! Dont do this! Shut him up. Tommy sinks his fist between Rafaels ribs and he sputters with blood. Tony quickly cuts the duct tape from my hands and feet. A vicious surge of vengeance courses through my limbs. Let me do it. I want to. Tonys face darkens. No wife of mine is going to be an aplice to murder. Vince, you still got my room at the deli? Tommys voice trembles with excitement. The New York boss crosses his arms, looking angrier than Ive ever seen him. Yeah, he responds. Tony, is that okay with you? Let me take care of him, Tony. I nce at Tommy, whose excited face shines with bloodlust. Tony doesnt seem to be listening to them. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me out of the chair, wrapping around me so tightly that I think hell never be able to let go. Well wait outside, Tommy says in a different voice. Once the door shuts, he lets out a strangled gasp. What the fuck did you do to me, Elena? He pulls my face toward his roughly and kisses me, tongue spearing through my mouth in a dance that makes my chest heat. When he finally breaks away, I see tears swimming in his eyes. * * * Nothing feels the same anymore. I think that to myself as I pace around Tonys apartment, waiting for him toe home. The charges against him were mysteriously dropped following the disappearance of Rafael. He left the motel with Tommy and the others, probably to torture the bastard before he killed him. I find that I dont really mind much. Its just hard for me to ept that things are finally getting back to normal. The door opens. The sound used to terrify me. His deep footsteps creak over the floorboards, and I get up from the armchair in the living room, twisting my ring around my finger. Tony gives me a heart-stopping smile the moment he sees me tiptoeing into the foyer. His smell envelops me as he wraps an arm around my waist, hand curving protectively over my small baby bump. His coarse cheek scratches mine as he turns his face to tease me with his lips. Sparks travel down to my thighs. He grasps me in his arms, pulling back to look at me with a smile Ive never seen on him. Baby, Im out. Out? Out of patience? Out of what? A tentative smile creeps over my face when heughs. Geez, Ive never seen him like this. Johnny let me go. He let me go, Elena!Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Hes out of the Mafia. Oh my God. Joy soars through my chest and tears spring to my eyes. Really? Its just me, you, and the baby now. Im done with the life. I bite my lip anxiously. Back home, I knew the rules. You dont leave the Mafia after signing up. Its a life of service or death. How? He shrugs. I told him Tommy could take my ce. Johnny wasnt happy with everything that went down. He didnt take the threat to my life seriously, and word is getting out about it. No one respects a boss like that, you know? He wanted to get rid of me-to transfer me to another family, but I told him I just wanted out. So I got out. I cant believe it. Were so lucky. So-so what are you going to do now? A hand slips down my jeans, pushing aside the fabric of my panties as he slowly strokes me. I gasp into his chest as a smirk widens his face. Right now, Im going to fuck the shit out of you. His face is filled with joyous energy as he suddenly lifts me into his arms. Before I do, though, I wanted to ask you something. I cling to his shoulders, smiling. What? Will you spend the rest of your life with me? He sets me down over the bed, and I try to suppress a smile. Were married, Tony. Yeah, but it wasnt real. He bends over, nting his arms on either side of me as heat curls over my breasts from his fuck-me gaze. When you say yes, I want you to mean it. I meant it then and I mean it now. I love you and I want you to fuck me. Is that good enough for you? Heat zes through his eyes and the smirk tugs at his full lips. It strikes me how thingse full circle. My infatuation with bad boys couldvended me with another bad egg, but I got lucky. I got him. He seals his lips against me and heat zes through my chest. For the first time in a long time, Im optimistic about the future. If hes in it, I know Ill be all right. #2 Chapter 1 Thest thing I need is a wife and kid. The only settling down I do is at night, when I take a girl home to f*ck. I getid to unwind from the chaos in my life. I live to hear them scream my name, but one night is all they get. One night was all I needed. Until I knocked up Maya. It was supposed to be one night. But one wild night made me want another, and another. Im addicted to every inch of her body. Now that I have her, I cant let her go. I thought I never wanted a family, but now I cant imagine life without one. Only, theres a problem. Her father wants me dead. I didnt know she was his daughter. I dont give a damn. Shes mine. Our child is mine. I protect whats mine. Even if it means war. ****** JOHNNY Smoke shifts in front of me in a gray haze, obscuring the bodies surrounding me. Desaturated shapes move behind the smoky background, and I search through them. Its hard to tell what makes my veins burn with the need for more-more wine, more cigarettes, and more pussy. Music pounds into my chest like a second heartbeat, mirroring the vicious desire thrumming through my veins. Cocktail waitresses whisk the smoke-filled room like apparitions. Their clothes cling to their bodies like Saran Wrap. Scantily d girls are mas for my cock, and being the boss means I can have my pick of any of them. Its a free-for-all. Hard to choose one. Their eyes follow me wherever I go, and I look back, gauging their interest. Do I want to fuck her? How far will she let me go? A warm, female body slides against mine. Her torso shifts so that she stands right between my legs, the deep neckline of her shirt giving me a nice fucking view of her tits, pressed against her too-small t-shirt. No bra. Blood seems to drain from my head, feeding the rush to my groin. She sets down drinks at the bar. They make sharp raps as the sses hit the counter, one after the other. I recognize her. Its the second time shes rubbed against me like a cat in heat. My cock stirs when she leans into my shoulder, strands of her blonde hair just dragging my shoulder. Fucking broads. If you want my cock, just ask for it. Is she hot though? Those big tits distract me, just hanging there without a bra. She leans over the bar counter, chatting with the bartender. I look up her slender legs, all the way to the curve of her ass when her short skirt rides up slightly. Her arm presses against mine as if shes oblivious, as if she isnt aware that shes touching me. One set of deep-blue eyes sh at me as she meets my gaze briefly, smiling through those pink lips. There are two types of women in this world: those who want to fuck me because Im the boss, and those who want to fuck me because theyve heard of my reputation between the sheets. Not to brag, but Im a pretty great fuck. I never leave them disappointed. Even the ones who think they can get something out of fucking the boss always beg for seconds. I rarely indulge them. Why try the same thing when I can have any vor of the week? My attention turns back to the cocktail waitress, who is still hell-bent on teasing me, leaning over to shove her ass in my face. Maddon, I want to grab the backs of her thighs and pinch that perfectly round, bubble ass. Her, my cock says. Fuck her. I love getting it wet, hearing them scream my name, night after night. I fucking need it because its not easy being me. The waitress finally pulls away from the bar, her warmth disappearing from my shoulder. A rush of energy makes me reach out and grab her wrist before she can take two steps away. Her pulse jumps into my fingers. She whirls around, her blonde hair clinging to her neck. Im disappointed to realize that shes not as hot as I thought she was. But she hit on me pretty tantly, and thats enough to make me want to fuck her. Where the fuck do you think youre going? An uncertain smile twitches. What do you-? Thats the second time youve done that. My fingers circle around her wrist tightly as I feel the burn from her skin. Done what? ying coy, are we? I hate that shit. Pink flushes her face as she sucks in her lip, my cock stirring as I imagine the wet heat wrapping around my dick, her tongue sliding up and down. Dont y dumb, sweetheart. Okay, fine. I just wanted to get your attention. A smile widens my face as she allows me to slide my hand down her arm and anchor securely over her elbow. I pull her close. Close enough for her hair to flutter from my breath, and to see her vein jumping in her throat. She parts her lips, her eyes batting as though Im about to kiss her, and her hands touch my chest. Just ask me. Huh? She barely whispers it. I spot her name tag. Alyssa. Alyssa, tell me that you want my cock, and Ill take you into that VIP room right now and fuck your brains out. My words run through her like liquor. A sudden, hot burn shes over her face. She doesnt flinch at the word-shes drawn toward it. But-my job- A deep chuckle from my chest cuts across her words. Who do you think hired you? Her eyes widen in recognition. Oh. Oh. She might not have brains, but my cock stirs again when her hands suddenly clench my sides. Im sorry, Mr. Cravotta. I didnt know who you were. You didnt offend me, hon.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Its not every day that a girl tantly hits on me. People who know who I am avoid me like the gue. No one wants to run into the boss of the family. Theyre afraid of pissing me off. As if I would get offended by a girl asking me to suck my cock. Jesus Christ, what has the worlde to? #2 Chapter 2 I take her waist and guide her to the VIP rooms. Theyre a series of ck leather booths with enough privacy for someone to get in a quick fuck-or a blowjob-as Im judging by the sounds. I lead her through the doors, the men parting to give me space. She wraps her arms around my waist, her tits ttening against my chest. My blood boils as she reaches down with a sly smirk, grabbing a fistful of my cock. Fuck. Yes. The noise of the bar slightly drops away as the door closes. Then I slide into a leather booth and look up her trembling legs. Take off your clothes. Without a split second of hesitation she pulls the flimsy tank top from her head, and a thrill shoots into my heart. Creamy tits bounce on her chest, the pink nipples contracting slightly from the cold. tinum-blonde hair falls on her delicate shoulders. My hand curls around my cock, feeling the blood pounding through it already. It screams for me to fuck her-to get on with the show. The flimsy skirt and nylons are next. She watches my hungry gaze with a knowing grin that Id like to wipe off her face. I beckon to her, blood rushing to my groin as I see her thighs glistening, her pink pussy already flushed. I reach up and yank her naked waist so that she tumbles into myp, big tits rammed against my face. Im addicted to that red flush that spreads across her chest like a fever when my mouth opens wide and I tongue her hard nipple, flicking it. Alyssa wraps an arm around my neck, still wearing that smirk. I dont like it. I grab one of her tits and pinch her nipple hard. If this little cunt is going to y games with me, Im going to torture her with my tongue. I dont believe that you didnt recognize me the moment you saw me. My dick tells me to shut the fuck up already, but what I like more than spreading those lips apart is making theme for me. Manipting that little pussy to do what I want. She looks down at me with a slightly dazed expression-halfway between lust and fear. All I can think about is that shes positioned right over my cock, her thighs gripping my waist, and the warmth of her skin under my hands. Lie down. She obeys, lying faceup as my hands knead her perfectly round globes. Her knees draw up together and my hand rips over her thighs, her face cringing with the sting. Spread your legs for me. But, Johnny- Its sir or Mr. Cravotta.'' I suppress a small grin as she flinches at the growl in my voice. Her cheeks blush as I stare down at her, my hand spreading over her stomach as her thighs spread apart, trembling. I swear, I didnt know-ah! My hand engulfs her glistening pussy, the middle finger riding against her clit. Her blush deepens, and her lips part. Fuck, it gets me hard as a rock. The way she begs me with her eyes. My fingers curl into her wet cunt and she lets out a sharp moan as I grab her tits with the other hand. Just admit it. You wanted to know what it was like to fuck a boss. Shes so fucking wet. I pulse my fingers slowly inside her, mming them home as she arches her back.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Admit it. Yes, okay, she says, out of breath. She must be able to feel my thick length just under her head. With her head in myp, she turns to the side. Desperate fingers grasp my jacket as I m into her cunt. Over and over again. The obscene, wet sounds and her shallow breaths fill my ears. Her greedy hands try to grasp my tie, but I yank it away from her. No. Im in control. I stop for a moment to give her a rest, my fingers deep inside her as her chest pulses. Please, I want you inside me. Maybe its because Ive heard the words so fucking often, but they fail to thrill me. Of course she wants me, but theres something that turns me off about this broad. She tried to y me. Manipte me. The idea makes meugh. Yeah, everyone knows that Im constantly banging a different girl. That doesnt mean that you can sh pussy in my face and get me to do what you want. I fuck them because I want to fuck them, because its how I manage to keep breathing. She tugs at my cks, her fingers plucking at the fabric as her lips shape into a bratty pout. Hunger ws my insides. My dick doesnt give a fuck that shes not what I want. I know that if I bang her, Ill still need to find someone else. Ill finish her off quickly. My hand twists inside her, and I feel my cock twitch as she fists my cks and lets out a groan. Mr. Cravotta, please. Please what? I stop for a moment, and she cries out as if I pped her. Fuck, it turns me on to see her so hot for my cock. Her pussy contracts over my fingers, and I grab her tits with my other hand, kneading one after the other. I want you. Im hard enough to pound nails into the wall, but Ive already decided that Im going stick my dick into someone else. Please, sir! Shes begging you to fuck her. Just do it already. No. I look into her heavily lidded eyes. I want you toe for me. Understand? She nods, and I ram my fingers back inside her. My other hand massages her clit, and she arches her back in a soundless gasp. Fuck, its taking everything in me not to flip her over and drive my cock deep inside her. I slide in and out, unable to not think about that tight warmth around my throbbing dick, which is ufortably thick in my pants. Oh my God-! Alyssa grabs my tie and yanks my head down. I snake my hand through her tangled hair and yank her head back, my teeth finding the delectable flesh on her throat. I kiss her, flicking my tongue over her skin as my hand locks inside her. Oh, fuckme! My mouth smiles against her raw skin as she reaches up, gripping my hair. Her body arches into me as her pussy contracts on my fingers. It clenches over and over, sending shaking moans out of her chest. Then I slide my hand out and lift my head, giving her a second to breathe. I pull her upright, her head lolling to the side as I stand up from the booth, my hard-on still on perfect disy. How was that, sweetheart? Fucking amazing. #2 Chapter 3 A glow of pride hits my chest as she stares at me, her chest still heaving. Im d you enjoyed yourself. Wait-where are you going? She grabs my hand, stopping me. Back to the bar. Her face falls as I slide my hand out of her grasp, but she doesnt say a word. She cantin. I just got her off. Energy pulses in my chest as I leave the VIP room and enter the bathroom to wash her juice from my hands, looking up into the mirror at my scowling face. The need to have a naked girl in my arms still zes under my skin like fire. Fucking her would have been like eating the shitty chocte bars I used to get as a kid. They crumble in your mouth and by the end of eating the whole thing, youre left with the same craving. The cloud of smoke sts my face as I walk back into the bar, scanning it briefly. Women-so many fucking women. None of them catch my eye, and Im headed back to my seat before I see a girl who makes the one I almost fucked look like a wilted hag. I dont recognize her. This is supposed to be a closed event-just a little celebration for my men-but Ive never seen her before. I know everyones girlfriend, but not her. Fuck, who gives a shit how she got here? The first thing I notice is her body, wrapped up in a skintightcey ck dress that shows off her curves. I can make out the faint line of a G-string under the fabric, and my mouth waters just thinking of pulling it right off her thighs. She crosses her legs, exposing a length of tantalizing flesh. Then my eyes travel up that body I can already see naked, all the way to the tits nearly popping out of her dress. Its fucking sinful. A sliver of her bra peeks out, and she keeps pulling the top of thece over it, only for it to slip back down. No, dont do that. By all means, let your tits go free. She has a haughty-looking face, like a girl who usually gets what she wants. Her eyebrows arch high. Dark. Dramatic. Thats what Im getting from this chick. Shes gorgeous. Makes the ce burn a little brighter. Only, theres a problem. Fran?ois is already hitting on her. How the fuck did he get here so quickly? He leans beside her, his body turned toward her. Sheughs at something he says, a beautiful smile lighting up her face, and a surge of jealousy burns in my chest. She moves suddenly, her eyes roaming through the crowd. They fall over mine. They jump back and hold me. And a grin hitches on her face as she studies me. Good thing Im the boss. I make a beeline for Fran?ois, trying in vain to think of something nicer than telling him to fuck off, but lets face it. I didnt be boss by being a nice guy. Therees a point where you stop giving a fuck. Taking what I want, whenever I want has served me pretty fucking well so far, but there are rules, of course. I cant fuck around with anyones girl, but shes not his girl. Shes fair game, except nothing is fair when Im involved. She notices my approach before I even get there, and a small blush fills her cheeks as I approach her. Damn, shes gorgeous. But I have to get rid of him first. I touch Fran?ois shoulder and lean in slightly, talking low enough so that the girl cant hear a word Im saying. I need you to check the VIP rooms. I dont want anyone doing drugs in my bar. He blinks at me. Its a bullshit request. He knows it. I know it. The faintest glint of resentment shines in his eyes as he nods in affirmation. All right. I can just hear his thoughts: Fucking cock-block. Its a dick move, but I wouldnt be what I am today if I just stood aside and let people take what I want. He moves away from the girl, giving her a second nce as if wondering if he should ask her for her number, but I smile at him. Dont even fucking think about it. He keeps walking and I take his seat. She turns her head toward me, a seductive smile on her pretty face. That was a pretty epic cock-block. A smile stretches my face. I guess I couldnt help myself. I mean, look at you. What about me? Blood rushes to my chest when she brushes her fingers across my knee. Heat zes through her fingertips into my cks, and for a moment I dont know what the fuck she just said. Now that Im close to her, I see that shes young. At least ten years younger than me. It doesnt seem to bother her one bit. She looks me up and down, sucking in those plump lips. Jesus Christ. I hate to break it to you, but your tits are popping out of your dress. She lets out a frustrated sigh and notices that her dress slipped down again. It distracts me. She tugs at thece, and her tits bounce, and I think about just yanking it down. Guys wille after you like flies on honey when you look like that. Are you saying that I look nice? Im saying that Id like to fuck you. For a moment her eyebrows lift in surprise, but then her chest shakes withughter, her light-brown hair hanging in front of her face. I fucking want her. Is that your opening line with all women, or do I get the special treatment? You get the special treatment.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Whys that? Because youre wearing that dress, sweetheart. Her face burns a light shade of pink. I borrowed it from my cousin. You look hot. Its not my size. I smile as she fiddles with her empty drink, watching how her pupils dte as I lean in closer. Ill let you in on a little secret: guys dont give a shit what the dress looks like. We care about how you look in the dress. Hunger zes in those dark-brown pools even as she withdraws her hand from my knee. Can you actually use that cock of yours? Or is this alpha-male posturingpensation for something else? You have some balls to insult me in my own bar. Its an honest question. #2 Chapter 4 She does not know who the fuck I am. You must not be familiar with my reputation. How am I supposed to when I dont even know your fucking name? This could be interesting. Im Johnny. She uncrosses her legs as she gives me a scorching look, and Im tempted to grab her thigh just to make my cock shut up. Maya. Beautiful name. Exotic. I grasp the strands of hair around her face and slowly push them across her soft skin, tucking them behind her ears. A barely suppressed shiver runs through her body as I take my hand away. She wants me. You shoulde home with me, Maya. An unspoken need simmers just beneath the surface of her skin. She trembles as if she waits for me to touch her again, but her voice strengthens. At least buy me a fucking drink. I almostugh at the hostility in her tone, but shes right. My manners flew out the goddamn window the moment Iid eyes on her. I signal the bartender for another drink, but Genevieve lets a ss fly from her grip when I catch her gaze. The ss shatters on the floor at my feet and causes a smallmotion-a couple raised voices and a smattering of apuse. She looks at the broken pieces and then at me, her cheeks burning. Its a fucking ss. Who cares? Jesus. Clean it up. Red-faced, Genevieve nods and steps around the bar, apologizing profusely. For the life of me, I dont understand why people think Im going to shoot them in the face for an ident. Mayas hand touches my knee again, and its like a lure for my cock. Jesus Christ control yourself. She looks at my with a flirty, little smile. Everyone acts like youre some kind of tough guy. I am a tough guy. The bartender sweeps the pieces of ss into a dustpan, the crinkling sound distracting me. What gave you that idea? That bartender looks like shes going to cry. Maya raises an eyebrow at her. The bartender hurries into the employees-only area even though theres a trash can right behind the bar. Maya gives me an usatory stare, and then Im struck with the fact that she really, really doesnt know who I am. She just thinks Im some run-of-the-mill asshole hitting on her in a connected bar. Fuck, she might not even know its connected. Jackpot. So you own the bar? Its rare to bump into someone who doesnt know who I am, especially at ces that I own. I search her eyes for any hint of sarcasm, but I dont see anything but polite curiosity. Theres no point in enlightening her, so I decide to keep her in the dark. Yeah, I say withughter in my voice. Im the owner. Its more like I own the entire city.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Maya takes the drink from the other bartender, sipping it. She swivels in the chair, her legs bumping into mine. Fuck. Shes a fucking tease. To prove my point, she crosses her legs, exposing another mile of skin. Whats it like owning a bar? What is it like? Ah-you know. I sit around and bullshit with customers. Hit on beautiful girls. Its not bad. Yeah? She grins. Are you on the clock right now? We can leave anytime you want. Always with the sex. Although she hardly looks offended. The way she keeps eyeing my cock, its as though shes screaming for me to fuck her. Its taking everything inside me not to throw you over my shoulder and bring you into my office. She sucks in air, the sound sharp. And then what? Ill tell you and then what. Iy my hand right over her knee, and she doesnt move a muscle, but a red flush fills the skin right above the swell of her tits. Were so close that I can smell the perfume she wears. Its light and refreshing, like spring flowers. I want that smell all over my sheets, clinging to my naked skin. Her legs part ever so slightly as I knead her skin. And then Id bend you over my desk and fuck your tight cunt until you came all over my cock. Id take you home and shove my tongue deep inside that pussy until you moaned loud enough to wake up the neighbors. Maya cant look away from me. Her gaze lingers on my mouth, my body, and the hand touching her knee. You really know how to talk to a girl, huh? Thats how I talk to girls who dress like that. Im sorry, did you note to this bar looking for a good time? I squeeze her knee again and she makes another small gasp. A series of emotions cycle through her face. Shes offended, scared, turned-on. Christ, the innocent act gets a rise out of me. The more she reacts, the more I want to push her. Fuck, I just want to shove my hand all the way inside her dress and feel how soaking she is. I am having a good time. Fucking tease. Im surprised that Im enjoying this. Whens thest time I flirted with a girl? Its usually very cut-and-dried. I take their hand, give them a look, and theyre mine for the night. Low effort. Theres a part of me that really gets off on that, but I like this even more. Her skin glows like a heatmp. I inch up her thigh and knead her with my thumb. The sounds she makes cut the air between us, and then finally she takes my hand off her thigh. She turns it over and runs her fingers on my calluses. Its not as though shes touching my dick, but its intimate. The space between us feelsfortably warm and the sound from the bar disappears to a low murmur. She smiles at me, and my heart pounds hard, making my chest jump. Good God, I want to fuck her. #2 Chapter 5 Whats your story? Im just a girl at a bar. She squeezes my hand and I twist it around so that Im covering her. The relentless beating against my chest slows down, and then I think about filling my hands with her tits and it starts up again. Everybodys got a story. You dont want to know mine. As long as it ends with you in my bed, Im okay with it. I wish I could drag her off her stool and onto myp. Her head turns toward the door, which seems a million miles away from us. She doesnt say a word, but I know what shes thinking: I should leave. Stay. Have a drink and talk to me. Something in my voice reels her back in. Her eyes lock with mine. Heat builds up in my chest.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. You dont want to talk to me. I want to fuck you. Yes, I do. She pulls her lips into a smirk. There are just other things Id rather be doing with you. To you. Shit. She seizes her drink and sips as if to give herself a reason to avoid looking at me. I wont let her. I stand up from my stool and get close enough so that I can slide my hand over the back of her chair, my fingers tickling her arm. She takes a huge gulp of her drink and a bright flush fills her cheeks as the booze works its way through her veins, or maybe its the fact that she finds me irresistible. She takes my tie in her hand, starting at the knot at my throat. Then she slides slowly down the long length. What would it feel like to have her hands do the same thing to my cock? I shouldnt. My finger glides under her jaw and she follows the pressure without even thinking. Her nerves are all over the ce. A strong heartbeat jumps into my fingers, and it surprises me for a moment. This is a girl who looks like shes down to fuck, as if she does it all the time, but she shakes in my hands. You really, really should. Do you always get what you want? Almost always. I reach around her head and tighten my fist in her hair. My lips crash against hers right before she whispers, Fuck. She sighs into my mouth and leans into me, her hands gripping my waist. Then her tits crush against my chest, and my cock strains against my cks as if its about to bore a hole into the fabric. Sweetness swirls in my mouth, like the drink I gave her. Her tongue is even sweeter, and yes, Im shoving my tongue down her throat in the middle of this bar. I dont give a fuck. Its instant chemistry between us. A surge of heat straight to my cock makes me curl my fingers in her hair. Fuck, I could sweep my arm across a table and bend her over right now. Her hands push my chest suddenly, and I break away from her briefly to see red, parted lips. You all right, hon? Y-yeah. Then lets continue this in my office. No, I cant. I need to go. Sounds like bullshit. She takes a step back and suddenly her eyes go wide as her huge heel slips on something, and then she falls to the ground before I can catch her. Her cry of pain makes me stoop down quickly. Oh Jesus Christ. My guys wheel around, offering to help her up, but I bend down and grab her skinny arm. She gets up painfully, and thats when I notice a shard of ss sticking out of her knee. What the fuck, Genevieve! The bartender snaps her head around, looking mortified. I told you to pick up the fucking ss! Im so sorry, sir! I turn back toward the girl in my arms. Maya, I have bandages in my office. Come. She hesitates but looks at the line of blood trickling down her skin and nods. I bend over and yank the ss from her skin, hurling the bartender an ugly look as I walk Maya to my office. Ill fucking deal with youter. I open the door for her and usher her inside, unable to stop the jump of excitement in my cock as I close it, shutting the noise of the bar away. Here, sit down. She takes a seat in one of the leather-backed chairs and I grab the first-aid kit under my desk. Im really sorry about this. Its okay. It doesnt really hurt. I rip open the kit and grab some gauze and Neosporin. Maya tentatively extends a hand to grab it from me, but I shake my head. Ill take care of it. She cocks her head. I think you just want your hands on my leg. Youre not wrong. #2 Chapter 6 I want a lot more than that. Her cheeks are stained with red. For the life of me, I cant pin down this girl. She dresses like a slut but she acts like a blushing virgin. What the hell is that about? Shaking my head, I take her leg in my hands. Its hard to concentrate as I glide them up her smooth skin. I extend her leg so that it lies across my thigh, and then I spread the ointment over the cut. She closes her eyes as I wrap my hands around her. Then I take the gauze and press it firmly over the cut. Her thigh shivers when I smooth my hand over the bandage. Thanks. No problem, sweetheart. Now suck my cock. Her leg is inches from my dick, and I imagine her straddling me in this chair. Blood rushes to my groin and I cant help spreading my fingers around her wless skin. Her chest pulses faster with my movements, but she draws her leg away from me. Let me take you home and give you a night youll never forget. Her eyes ze. Tell me what youd do to me. I told you. I want to hear it again. The headiness in her voice makes my lips tug into a smirk. First, Id take a pair of scissors and cut that dress from your body and free those tits. Then Idy you over my couch and spread your legs so that I could lick your pussy. Why? Why not? I want to make youe with nothing but my tongue thrusting inside that wet cunt. Jesus. Then when youre nice and wet, and shaking from your orgasm, Ill fuck you so goddamn hard and good your pussy wont ever be able to enjoy another mans cock again. How would you fuck me? Shes driving me crazy with all these questions. I sweep my hand along her calf and grip it. Id take this leg and put it over my shoulder, and then Id take the other and do the same thing so I could fuck you nice and deep. Mayas dress vibrates right above her heart. I can see the fabric fluttering with her heartbeat, and I can feel my own thrumming hard. Like a goddamn jackhammer through my cock. I get up from my chair and her eyes widen as I stoop down to kiss her again. She ces a palm against my chest and shakes her head. I cant. What? Why the fuck not? She bites her lip viciously. Youre Italian, arent you? Yeah, so? I cant. This time her tone is resolute. She stands up from the chair and gives me an uneasy look before she heads toward the door. What the fuck? Whoa, sweetheart. Talk to me. What happened? I grab her wrist, and haughty eyes flick down at my hand and back at me. Id like to fuck the insolence out of her gaze. Im going home. You cant fuck me cause Im Italian? What kind of prejudiced bullshit is that? A sad look wipes the pride from her face. My dad would kill me. Im sorry. She pulls away from me, and frustration boils in my veins. Jesus fucking Christ, shes the biggest cock-tease Ive ever met. Let me talk to your dad. Maya suddenly bursts intoughter and throws back her head as if its the most hrious thing shes ever heard. Its fucking insulting, and I want to tie her up and fuck her anyway, father or no father.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Lets just say that my father could make life very miserable for a bar owner. She pushes open the door, leaving me stunned in the office. I have to remind myself of two things. One, this girl has no idea who I am and how far Im willing to go to get what I want. Two, I need to restrain my anger. But I cant. I barge out of the office, back into the noise of the bar, and grab her shoulders, whirling her around to pin her against the wall. A slight gasp leaves her throat as her back bumps the wall, and I feel a stab of guilt for the fear widening her eyes. No one walks out on me. Her eyebrows narrow. You think very highly of yourself, dont you? I dont tolerate disrespect from anyone. A smile flickers on her face. Look, youre hot and all, but I cant date Italians. My father would kill me. Are you fucking shitting me? Youre what, twenty-two, twenty-three, and youre going to let Daddy tell you that my Italian cock is no good for your French-Canadian pussy? Her eyes narrow dangerously. Too far. Let me go. Fine. Get the fuck out of here. My hands slide down her arms, which sprout with goose bumps. She reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her tits, my cock hardening at the sight of them bouncing right in my fucking face. #2 Chapter 7 Come home with me, I say in a deep voice. Daddy doesnt have to know. The effect of my words slides down her throat like a hot drop. Her lips tremble as she stares at me. Cant. Sorry. Then she gives me a quick peck on my cheek. Thanks for the drink. Thanks for the drink. Like Im some fucking chump. This has to be a joke. Are you fucking kidding me? She gives me a scathing look. I never promised Id go home with you. Her hair feels like silk in my hands. I let her strands glide through my fingers as I watch her inhale deeply, trying to hide how much she wants me. I dont like being teased. A blush rises in her cheeks. I didnt- I back her against the wall. No, you just wanted to fuck with me. That was the n, wasnt it? Some harmless flirting, and then you give him blue balls and go home to Daddy without finishing what you started. She doesnt back down. A light zes from her eyes as she clenches her jaw shut, clearly bursting to tell me off. I step back from her, and she throws me an ugly look before walking away. If I see you in this bar again, Ill throw your ass out. Donte back here.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. I say it to her back, but she hears me. She slows her step and then walks out of the hallway, disappearing into the bar. My cocks still rock hard and I want to hit something. I walk into the bar, ready to smash my fist through the drywall, to beat in the first persons face who looks at me wrong. Whats wrong with being Italian? Its not like she was Irish. Tabarnak de calisse, it pisses me off. I look around the bar, tempted to find another broad to bang and forget about the hot one still burning in my mind, but none are half as beautiful. Fran?ois, my captain, gives me a curious look as I return to the bar counter. Did you get her number? My arms cross over my chest. She doesnt fuck Italians. He chokes withughter. Well, she picked the right ce. Its a connected bar. Everyone knows that. Its my bar-and Im the boss of the Cravotta Crime Family. He beckons to me, leaning in to talk close in a hushed whisper. Listen, me and the guys have an idea for getting a copy for the guards keys for the heist. I dont feel like talking business. My desire for the party evaporated the moment that girl walked out on me. Well talk about itter. Im going to head out. And jack off furiously when I get home. That girl simmers in my head the whole weekend. The rage boils over, mingling with burgeoning lust. The fact is, I get around. I score a lot of easy pussy, but none of them ever fucked with my head like this. Rejection is not something I deal with as a boss of the family. Period. Women are eager to please me just like everyone else. Chris, let me out here. My driver stops the car in front of my mothers house and I step out of the sleek Audi, shutting the door hard enough to make the windows rattle. God, I need to get it together. Thest thing I want is to visit my ma, but Im supposed to be a family man. Its important to respect your family in this business, even if I dont care for mine. At the end of the day, I do whatever the fuck I want, but its hard to shake off that feeling of duty to your family. I knock on the door, my fist banging against the dense wood. Secondster, Ma wrenches it open. Shes well kept, my mother, and thats always something I admired about her. Johnny! She wears an apron over her yellow dress and looks at my suit, her eyes widening. Look at you, looking so handsome. Do you have a date? Jesus Christ. This again. I step inside her house. No, Ma. This is how I always look. Her eyes wrinkle. I wish you would get a girlfriend and settle down. I did, remember? Twice? Married twice. Divorced twice. I married Stacey when I was too young, and all we did was resent each other. Karen, my second wife, left me. That part of my life is over. I guess you could say that I gave up on having the perfect family life. Fuck it. I like being able to go out whenever the fuck I want. I like fucking a new piece of ass every night. Which inevitably reminds me of the piece of ass who teased me a couple nights ago. Who I cant get out of my goddamn head. When am I going to get grandchildren? Did you just invite me over to give me shit about this again? My angry voice echoes in the small apartment as she guides me to the kitchen. Johnny, I dont like hearing you curse. Mange d marde. Sorry. Come, you need to eat. Youre too skinny. Im always too skinny for her. She expects me to bloat like a beached whale, like my old man. He was a fat fuck. She ps her hands, motioning me toward the bowl of spaghetti a Bolognese. Ma serves me at least a pound of pasta. The steam rises from it in spirals, the spices from the meat failing to distract me from my two ex-wives. Its really the only thing Ive ever failed at in life. I have all the money and pussy I could possibly fucking want. The only thing I dont have-a family-I failed at. Twice. #2 Chapter 8 Im not going for a third. I just wont.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Besides, living a bachelors life isnt bad at all. Tony did it, before he knocked up that girl. I pick up the fork and wind the pasta around and around. Then I think about how Tony talks about his baby girl all the time with a look in his eyes that I dont understand, and my chest tightens. I shove the feeling away. Who needs a wife? So hows work going? Pretty good. Work is always a tricky topic to navigate around my mother. She knows exactly who I am, but I wouldnt tell her, for example, that Im nning the biggest heist in history. Millions of dors in cash. Thats what fucking drives me. Nearly every restaurant, casino, and racetrack in this city gives me a piece of their action in exchange for protection from other gangs. If this heist goes as nned, all of us will be fucking rich. We wont need that shit anymore. She looks up at me from her te of Bolognese, her eyes evasive. I just find it hard to believe that you cant find another wife. My fork tters on the te as I throw my head back and close my eyes. Keep it together. Dont fucking yell at her, or shell cry and youll be stuck here even longer. Ma, marriage isnt for me. I thought I would die of shame when you got divorced the first time. Its a sin, Johnny. Marriage is a sacred vow- Oh will you fucking please stop with this shit! The chair crashes to the floor as I stand up abruptly. Every fucking time Ie over, its the same thing! Im not getting married again. Im not having kids. Get the fuck over it. I am. Im stewing with the rage of being reminded of this failure over and over again, but then she bundles the tablecloth in her hands, and her face screws up. Shit. How can you talk like that to your mother? Seeing her tears would be a bigger punch to my gut if she hadnt done it a thousand times already. I shove my hands deep inside my pockets, filled with a rush of self-loathing. Shes right. You dont disrespect your mother. Im sorry, Ma. Youre all I have left. Your father left us. Oh, fuck him. A fresh stab of anger hits me right in the chest as she looks at a family portrait hanging on the wall. I want to smash it, or at least cut him from the fucking photograph so I dont have to see his rotten face staring back at me. Hes been dead a long time, Ma. You should meet someone else. I cant. I loved your father. I didnt. I dont dare say that out loud. Im so proud of you, Johnny. I just want you to be happy, and I dont think you are. I am fucking happy. Arent I? What the fuck is happiness? Is it whistling to yourself as you walk down the street without a care in the world? Is it being able to fuck gorgeous women, night after night? I search inside myself, but I only feel vague annoyance and that stirring need for more stimtion. Bending over, I pick up the chair from the floor, avoiding my mothers gaze. I gotta go. Already? But you just- I take a few steps toward her chair and give her a kiss on the cheek. Yeah, thanks for the food. Wait-I have to give you leftovers! No, really. I got to go. I finally breathe the moment Im out of that fucking house, and for some reason that girl pops into my head again, shoving all thoughts of my exes away. She was a fucking tease, and she talked to me as though I were just a regr guy. Hell, she acted as though she was better than me. Its so rare that I meet a beautiful girl who is self-confident. Then I think about how hot those haughty lips would look wrapped around my cock, and I hope she returns to the bar. Im not taking no for an answer. MAYA For a while I was content to sit there in my cousins badly fitting dress, surrounded by men I didnt know as conversation and music boomed around me. It felt familiar and yet different from the obnoxious beat of the clubhouse. It was just as loud, but without my fathers men treating me like a princess. It was nice. Now its like nails on chalkboard, like an unpleasant shrieking sound, growing louder and louder. Kind of like my heartbeat, mming against my chest. Shit. What did I almost get myself into? My chest rattles from my heartbeat as I totter in my heels, trying to look dignified as I focus on getting the fuck away from this bar as fast as possible. That Italian guy in the bar had me wrapped around his finger. He just wanted to fuck me, to use my body. My fathers dire warnings against them ring in my head: Never ever let me catch you with an Italian, Maya. Theyre no good. Theyll just use you for your body and dump you when its over. Damn, I almost made a decision I wouldve regretted. Dont kid yourself. You would have loved stripping off your dress for him. He was sex on a stick. He was. Fuck, the way his hands glided up my legs, just brushing my upper thigh. I was ready to give myself to him there, to let him smooth his hands all the way up my thighs and make mee the way he said he would. Daddy will never know. I shiver in the warm June air as I think of that desperately sinful smile, those dimples curving into his face, the small wrinkles near his eyes. Just having his hands on me in the office was almost enough for me to get wet. They felt so strong and confident, as if hed held a woman many times before. There was nock of confidence in that hot gaze, even when he told me to let him talk to my dad. Hah. As if. #2 Chapter 9 Ive never met such a ballsy bar owner, but then again, I didnt tell him who my dad was. Youre thinking about that hot Italian guy, arent you? What? I say in a voice thats way too high-pitched. No, of course not. My cousin gives me a sidelong nce, the corner of her lip tugging into a smile. You are. Fine. So what? He was hotter than any guy in the MC. Beatrice shrugs one bare shoulder. I dont know about that. Are you crazy? My voice rings down the street. What, you like those bearded, nasty assholes who get drunk every Thursday with those strippers my father always hires? She throws back her blonde head andughs, the golden highlights harsh under the streetlights. Ohe on, theyre not all like that. I stare at her wide smile as we walk back to her car, unable to understand her levity. We both grew up behind the same walls-both have restrictions on ourings and goings from thepound. Fuck, were not even supposed to go to bars without an escort. Let alone a bar rumored to be connected. Dad would flip. How can she be happy about this? So what happened when you went into his office?N?velDrama.Org owns all content. My insides seize up as she walks past me with a shrewd grin. My hand slips on the door handle of the car as blood careens inside my veins. I-I didnt do anything with him. The sound of the doors unlocking makes me jump, and her grin widens. Right. As much as I like Beatrice, I could never trust her with something like this. All it would take was one word from her to my father and Id be fucked. She needs to understand that nothing happened. I wrench open the car door and slide in next to her. For a moment theres nothing but the sound of her keys as she slides them into the ignition. She wont even look at me. Hey. Nothing happened. I touch her shoulder and finally she turns her head around. I came with you here because you seemed determined to piss off your dad, and because you needed someone to watch over you. Anger rustles in my chest. I have enough of that at home, Beatrice. I dont need it from my cousin. Actually, you do. Youre the president of the MCs daughter. Every time you step outside, you put yourself at risk- Were allied with the mob! That doesnt matter! Her sharp voice rings in my ears, bouncing within the walls of the car. I look down at myp and clench my hands. Theyre no good, Maya-and whatever you did in that office with that guy- Shut the fuck up! I lean over my seat, raising my fists as Beatrice backs up against the car door, looking at them with widened eyes. Youre right, Im the presidents daughter. I told you that nothing happened and that should be good enough for you. Ill pound her fucking face in if she makes another stupidment. Beatrice eyes my hands, a scowl twisting her face. You dont have to be a bitch. If you say a word to anyone, Ill beat your fucking face in. Understand? She says nothing as my heart pounds against my chest. Threats are a way of life in the MC. Theres no getting around the fact that we both grew up knee-deep in violence. I watched my mom beat the shit out of some poor girl she found in my dads bed. As the presidents daughter, Ive had to flex my power a few times to keep the other girls in line. I do whatever the fuck I want, and youre not going to stop me. Bitch. Beatrice backs down, the fire disappearing from her eyes as she starts the car. Its important to watch their eyes for the change. She needs to respect me, and for that, she needs to fear me. And I can see her hair trembling around her face. I won. My cousin and I nce at each other as we gaze up the concrete walls of the bunker we call home. Getting back inside thepound isnt too hard. It just takes stopping at a gas station and changing out of your slutty clothes, so that your dad wont know you went out partying instead of shopping like you said you were. Sheys on the horn, and I wince at the sound. The guards walking the walls recognize us and wave their hands. The massive steel doors shriek as they roll to the side, and Beatrice pushes on the gas pedal to move us inside. Your dad would freak out if he knew about that Italian guy. Just the mention of him sends a rush of heat to my skin that suddenly makes me feel sick. Yes, Dad would fucking flip out. He would march over to that bar and put a bullet in his head, all for the crime of being Italian and hitting on his daughter. I thought I told you to shut up about it. Rx. My ass is on the line, too. My ruffled feathers settle down somewhat as we park in thepound and step out of her car. I imagine how odd the sight of this ce must look to an outsider. Reinforced steel and concrete, barbed wire, and men patrolling the borders with guns big enough to shoot you in the ass a mile away. They wear their leather cuts with THE DEVILS emzoned in a white font. We walk together over the paved concrete toward the clubhouse where we both live. Its always loud in there, filled with smoke and drunk assholes. Whores asionally fill the entire ce when my dad thinks that his men need another fucking party where everyone gets wasted. Then its inevitably the womens job to clean up the mess. The puke. The beer bottles. The cigarette butts. Jesus Christ, Im sick of it. Sounds like theres another party going on. The walls rattle with rock music and Im greeted with the sight of scantily d women. They wear pasties and G-strings as they strut around the club, grinding on the members as the prospects keep watch or pour drinks. Ive seen so much shit that it hardly fazes me, but the irony doesnt escape me. Im surrounded by sex, and yet I cant have any. Daddy wont let me date any outsiders, and because hes president I have to do what he says. Everyone does what he fucking says. Beatrice spots Paul, one of the prospects she has a crush on, and joins him at the bar with a wide smile on her face. Unlike me, Beatrice doesnt have a burning desire to leave this fucking ce. In a few years shell get married to one of these assholes and spend the rest of her life trapped in this concrete hellhole. I make my way through the maze of the clubhouse, finding my room in the back, which is across from my dads. Of course. I open the door and shut it, wishing that I had a lock. Then I grab the too-small dress from my purse. I borrowed it from Beatrice, and a hot blush fills my cheeks when I realized how bad the fit was on me. Even Johnny said so. Your tits are popping out of your dress. Instant heat spreads across my chest. He looked at me as though I was a piece of meat. I was desirable. I cant remember thest time a man expressed interest in me. The only men I hang around with are part of the club, and they dont dare hit on the presidents daughter. Not that Im interested in any of them. #2 Chapter 10 The door bursts open, swinging inside as I fling the dress away from me in surprise, looking up into the eyes of my livid father. He stands up straight, but I can tell that hes already fucked up. Red-rimmed eyes bore at me as he clutches the frame of the door. Maya, where the fuck have you been? Julien tells me that you just got in. I told you, Beatrice and I went out for shopping and a movie. He stares at me for a little longer and nods, almost epting the lie, and then his eagle-like eyes fall on the discarded dress. What the hell is that? I try to stuff it out of sight with my foot, but he reaches down and snatches it. It would almost be funny to see the horror transforming his face as he lifts up the skimpy dress, imagining it on me. Almost. You fucking lying bitch. You wore this and went out to party, didnt you? I-I didnt- My fathers grizzled facees within inches of mine as he inhales. Is he sniffing me? His nostrils re as he catches a whiff of my perfume and smoke and God knows what else.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. You went to a bar, didnt you? Wearing this thing? I hate how he makes me feel ashamed just for putting on a stupid dress and feeling alive for once in my goddamn life. Yes, I did, and I met an Italian I almost had sex with. What the fuck is wrong with you? The acidic tone cuts right through me. He acts as though Imitted treason. What, I cant go out like a regr person and have a good time? Youre not a regr person! he bellows. Youre my daughter, and I wont have you acting like some fucking slut! How dare he? So youre allowed to fuck strippers behind Moms back, but Im not allowed to go on a date with someone I like? His biceps ripple over his leather cut as his knuckles turn white, clenching the dress so hard that Im sure hell leave holes. Fuck him. Fuck the MC. His hand blurs in front of me, too fast to follow, and suddenly my cheek burns with a vicious p. My body falls over my bed with the weight of the blow. Im too stunned to sit back up. He hit me. Dad never hits me. Heavy boots creak the floorboards as he walks to the edge of the bed, venom spitting from his mouth. Dont talk to me like Im your fucking friend. Believe me, I dont think youre my friend. Your job is to stay here and look after the kids. Thats it. A boiling feeling makes me sit up abruptly. I dont want to look after someone elses brat. I want to go on dates. Even Dad cant ignore that Im a twenty-two-year-old woman. That Im going to attract male attention, and that every cell in my body is screaming for a mans touch. I want sex. Is that such a crime? The hard lines in his face dont fade. I can see it in his eyes: the bastard thinks Im asking for too much. There are plenty of good men here for you to date. Good men? You mean the ones that peddle crack to kids? And Ive told you that Im not interested in them. I wont have a daughter of mine dating an outsider. The unfairness of it all seethes in my chest. Im not a submissive person. I buck against authority and do whatever the hell I want. Always have. Fuck, do you know what its like being horny as fuck, but having no way of satisfying yourself? I cant even masturbate because my door doesnt have a lock. You cant keep me here forever, Dad. Im going to go to beauty school- He wipes his hand over his face. Waste of fucking money. Im going to do what I want, because its my life and only I get to choose what I get to do. Not you. Not Mom. Me. He stands in the middle of my shabby room as at least a decades worth of hostility hangs between us like an electric cloud. Youre a stubborn little bitch, Maya. You know you cant leave the club. The Popeyes, hell, the mob would love to get their hands on you. Maybe I want their hands all over me, Dad. I think of Johnny and how much I enjoyed his hands all over me. Desire simmers in my stomach. He was slim and handsome-almost too perfect looking in his fitted suit, his hair gently slicked back. He caught my attention the moment I saw him walking toward me, that small smirk tugging at his lips, which were just begging to be kissed. Then he got rid of the guy hitting on me. I dont know how he did that, but damn. The balls on that guy. It was fucking hot. #2 Chapter 11 Everything about him felt intoxicating, and I had to work really hard to appear in control. Johnny seems like just the type to take advantage of any weakness. His hands on my waist made me so wet that I was afraid it would soak through my panties. Then his hot lips touched mine and he actually shoved his tongue into my mouth, right in front of anyone. Its all Ill ever think about again. Its stupid, I know. Beatrice and I heard rumors the bar was connected with the Mafia. It might be true, but I convinced her to go anyway. I didnt expect anything toe out of it. Maybe I was desperate for a bit of harmless flirting, but every dirty word that flew out of Johnnys mouth turned me on. The side of my face still burns as I sit on my bed, forced to a sitting position as my dad takes a step closer, flinging the dress at my face. God, I hate him. Ill take sses at the beauty school I picked out and upgrade from my job at the caf. Ill be a hair stylist and finally get enough money for my own ce. Then I can get the hell out of here. Are you done? Can you get out of my room? Dont fucking push it. Dads bushy eyebrows narrow even farther. I cant suppress a shiver when he turns his face, that horribly pitted scar like a crater in his skin. Ive never been afraid of my father. All my life its been push and pull. Seeing how much I can get away with. He smacked around my mom enough to make me hate him. Sometimes I hate myself for being too much of a coward to try to stop him fromying one more hand on my moms face. He stopped doing it years ago, when he became president and wanted to clean up his image. It was enough to stop him from hitting his wife, but not enough to stop his bikers from peddling crack to kids at school. Tony wants a haircut tomorrow. Tony can cut his own goddamn hair. What the fuck did you just say to me? Im not cutting anyones hair for free anymore. My time is not a fucking charity- Youll do what I say, or youll get another hand across your face. I stand up from the bed, knowing that he wont do it. Hes already regretting his words. Doubt flickers in his eyes. I want in-and-out privileges. I dont want to ask you permission to go to the store or to my work. Someone crashes through the hallway, stomping noisily. I catch a sh of a half-naked stripper clinging to a patched member, and my blood boils. His smiling face turns back toward me. No. No. Its a word Ive heard my whole goddamn life: no. No, Im not going to buy that for you. No, Im not taking you to practice. No, Im not paying for fucking school. No, no, no. I fucking hate that word. Even worse is that smug look on my fathers face when he denies something that I really want. Something Ive been saving up for a long time, like the beauty school sses. I used to cry my fucking eyes out. Scream with rage and pound my fists on the walls so that everyone in the club could hear how much of a spoiled brat I was, but I didnt care. Mom would argue with him, would try to take pity on me-to allow me this one, small thing. No. Then I swallowed it down over the years. Did whatever Dad said, because it was easier. Pretending not to care and building up walls around myself was easier than letting myself feel how powerless I am. But I just cant take it this time. I pace inside the small room Dad cleared up for me in the garage. Its a quartered-off space with a couple sinks for washing hair, a chair, and a giant, old mirror. I yank open the drawers, looking at the scissors arranged neatly side by side. They rattle as I m it shut. All of it is fucking useless if I cant go to beauty school and get the hell out of here. Otherwise, whats the fucking point? Whats the point of practicing on these douchebags? Blood pounds through my limbs as I seize a heavy hair dryer. I look at myself in the mirror. A girl with widened eyes and shaking lips stares back at me. She looks weak. I hurl the dryer at the mirror. It shatters and swings from the nails on the wall, crashing to the concrete. Thats not enough. I stomp on the shards, grinding them to dust under my boots. Fuck him and this ce. Are you out of your fucking mind? Moms shrill voice stabs my ears before I feel her hand seizing my shoulder roughly. Hes trying to keep me here like some fucking pet! Mom crosses her arms over her low-cut ck t-shirt, tossing her head to shake the dark hair from her eyes. Everybody has a ce in this club. I grit my teeth. I never wanted this. Since I was a kid, I wanted to be normal. She reaches up and cuffs the side of my head like a bear swatting one of her cubs. Thats enough. Its not nearly enough.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Hes a piece of shit-he thinks he can just lock me inside- Go, then. If you want to live out there so badly, just leave. Leave and see what happens. The hollow feeling in my chest gapes open. Everything falls inside. Every hope I have for myself drowns in that emptiness. You know you cant leave, baby. I know its hard, but everything he does is for your protection. He loves you. Mom touches my face and pushes back my thick hair, looking at me under darkshes. Thats how she always is: a rising tide or a gentle lull. Crashing down on you one moment and then kissing you on the cheek the other. He doesnt love me. He just wants to control me. I brush past my mom, the broken pieces snapping under my boots. The satisfying sound doesnt quite take the edge off my anger, but it helps. Im going back to that bar, and Im going to fuck the shit out of that guy. I decide it the moment I step into the sunshine. If Dads determined to keep me imprisoned, Im going to make his life hell, starting with giving myself to the hottest Italian guy Ive ever seen. * * * #2 Chapter 12 Sneaking out twice in the same week isnt hard, but it requires a little bit of finesse. And guile. I shove my hands deep inside my pockets as I approach Julien at the gate, the sunshine ring through the thick steel bars and casting long shadows on the ground. They crawl up my body in long, dark strips like the bars of a prison cell. How appropriate. Hes a newly patched member, and hes eager to please. The older members are used to me pulling shit, always trying to run a scam by them, but not Julien. Iy my arm across my face to shield my eyes from the sun and he turns around with a little jump. Hey, um-listen, I need to go outside for a while. Just for a bit. His thick arms cross over his chest as he watches me. Why? I bite my lip. Um-Id rather not say. Its really embarrassing. Im sorry, but I need to know why if you want to leave. Then I lean in, my hair hanging around my face. Well-I just got my period and were out of tampons. Its the magic word. Juliens face immediately burns a bright shade of red as he wraps his arms around himself, taking small steps backward. Uh-well- Poor, poor Julien. I adopt an uncertain tone. You could get them for me, I guess. I was just going to pop off to the store and get some. No! I mean-yeah, Ill open the gate. Give me a second. A grateful smile spreads across my face as I thank him and head to my car. Sucker. I dont n oning back. Not for a very long time. Daddy will just have to deal with the fact that his daughter likes to have sex. With men. I know, its a shocker. Parking at the nearest subway station, I take the train into Montreal. I dont want to deal with the parking in the city, and taking the metro is just another snub at Dad. Even using the subway was forbidden to me. My stomach churns as I think about what Ill say to Johnny when I finally meet him. He told me not toe back to his bar. I feel lighter than I have in ages when I get out at a stop with a bunch of shopping. Theres not much in my bank ount, but I splurge so rarely that I dont really feel guilty for trying on new dresses. Maybe hell change his mind if I look like this. In the department store, I look at myself in a sexy little summer dress. Its a bright-red knit with an art deco design, and it clings to my every curve. Dark eyeliner makes my eyes pop, and my hair shines with the new ginger conditioner that I bought. I look sexy, damn it. No, Im not model-thin, but who gives a shit? Fuck yes. Im buying this. I walk out of the dressing room still wearing the dress, my ck diator heels clicking on the floor. My confidence is zing when the girl at the registerpliments how it looks as I buy it, even as I walk out into the dim early evening as men whistle at me from across the street. It feels different to be free, and Im too angry to care about the shit Ill have to deal with when I return home. The summer night is nice and balmy, and everywhere there are couples. I pass by that bar, already bustling with people, and my heart ms into my chest so hard that I feel dizzy. All of a sudden my confidence bursts like a needle to a balloon. A group of handsomely dressed people stream out of the bar and dig through their pockets to find cigarettes.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. This is stupid. I cant go back in there. Hellugh in my face. Besides, I dont even know what to say- Youre going to give up now? Coward. I imagine myself turning tail and heading home, of making up some excuse to Julien why I was gone so long, and my stomach sinks. Failure isnt an option. I want to go home with that man. Christ, I want to feel him inside me. Thest time I had sex was years ago. Years of pent-up, unsatisfied urges, unable to touch myself in my own bed. The thought of another few years of this is too depressing to contemte. Itll just be one time. Yes, one wild night to remember. I march through the open doors of the bar, straight into the thick of conversation and music. I wipe my hands on my dress and wade through the crowd of testosterone. Male heads whip around at me. There are so many here to choose from, but I only want one man. The man who promised me that hed make mee hard over his cock. Is he even here? I belly up to the bar, avoiding the gaze of the pretty bartender. A chorus of deep maleughter captures my attention. Four dark-haired men in suits hang near the bar, and the breath catches in my throat as I recognize one of them. Johnny raises a shot ss to his wet lips, throws back his head, and swallows the clear liquid. My heart skips a beat when he licks the salt off his hand. His tongue drags on his skin, and a line of pleasure runs straight to the space between my legs. Goddamn, he makes drinking a shot of tequ look sexy. I want that tongue on my skin. So what now? Do I just go up to him or do I puss out and order a drink? If you dont approach him, someone else will. The thought sends a jolt of electricity through my legs, and I head straight for him. Even though the bar is crowded, its easy to navigate this ce. I watch as his head turns, staring at the cocktail waitress ass. She sets down drinks for them and walks away. Dont look at me. Dont look at me. Scorching ck eyes pass over the heads in the bar, and then they crawl up my figure. They flicker back. Fuck, he looked at me. I cant begin to describe the intensity of his eyes. Theyre like some kind of personification of a lions stalking gaze. Everything about him doesnt seem entirely human, from the perfectly slicked-back hair to his spotless appearance. Hes too perfect to believe. Then it suddenly hits me: no way this guy is just a bar owner. And my palms sweat as that realization drops into my head. I want to bolt in the other direction, despite the fact that I just dont get nervous around men anymore. Whys he so different? I cant figure him out. Im still shaking as I weave in between his men, inserting myself into that circle of testosterone as Johnnys eyes lock onto my face. He looks gorgeous as he lounges on that bar stool. Clean shaven, not a stray strand of hair, and that tantalizing V of skin right below his neck, revealing his tanned skin and a sprinkling of dark hair. He looks at me, recognition dawning on his face as a slight frown knits his eyebrows. I thought I told you not toe back to this bar. Oh fuck. #2 Chapter 13 My pulse races ahead and I almost want to take a step back from him, thats how forbidding he looks. Rx, hon. Im just joking. I knew youde back. Heat rises in my cheeks as deep dimples carve into his face. Cocky son of a bitch. He turns his head, addressing the guys around him. She told me she didnt fuck Italians. Laughter explodes around me. I knew it would happen-I expected it. Hell, I deserve it for turning him down. He sits with his hands on his knees, grinning at me like the Cheshire cat as his friendsugh andugh their asses off. Some balls! one of them yells. Johnnys speech is a bit heavier than usual from the alcohol, but his eyes look just as sharp. Couldnt resist a bit of Italian sausage, am I right, sweetheart? I roll my eyes at the crude banter. If he thinks hes going to offend me with that shit, hes wrong. Ive heard worse. Ive heard a thousand times worse. Hell, I grew up around a bunch of foul-mouthed bikers. This is childs y. Still, that deserves a brushing off. You know what? The corners of his lips pull, and I hate how my heart does a little flip when I see it directed toward me. What? I think youre right. My pussy is too good for your cock. I sh a grin at his stunned face. Bye. Then I turn around and walk about two feet before my body stumbles backward into something solid and warm. A hand grasps my arm and yanks me back. The air from my chest disappears as his strong hands turn my body around so that Im facing him, crushed against his chest. Still smiling, he leans in until his lips are brushing my ear. If I thought I was ufortably warm before, its nothingpared to now. My whole body heats up like a furnace, responding to his touch. Where do you think youre going? The growl in his voice takes me aback for a moment. I wonder if its another joke, but it doesnt feel like it when his fingers are pinching me. Jesus, Ive never met such an intense person in my life. Despite the fact that Im just waiting for him to turn his face and brush his lips against mine, I push his chest. Im going to find someone else who wont humiliate me in front of his friends. You started it. Whatever. His eyes light up with mischief. Thats the only reason why youre here, isnt it? Youre pissed off at Daddy, and the greatest revenge you can think of is to suck my cock. Yeah, thats about the size of it. You want me thrusting inside you, filling you up with my cum. You want to be defiled by me. Dont you? Sweet Jesus, yes. I want to have one wild night with him. Not because hes Italian. Not because I want revenge. Because I havent gottenid in years, and hes the most seductive, sinful man Ive ever met. Hes just a bar owner, but he acts as though hesrger than life. The confidence. The sexiness. Trash flies from his mouth, and my pussy gets wet. I dont understand it. I want to strip off my clothes right now. I want-I want a good time. You look like youre good. He takes my chin between his forefingers, and I feel like some kind of pathetic puppet. Dark eyes dance at me. You bet your sweet ass, I am. Warm breath mists over my face, and Im waiting for him to kiss me. All train of thought halts to a standstill as he touches my waist. The warmth from his hand burns through my dress as though it were made of silk. His hand. On my waist. Oh, he just squeezed me. Fuck, hes talking. Maya? he says withughter in his voice. Did you hear a word I just said, or were you thinking about how badly you want my cock inside you? No, youre letting him get overconfident. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Yes, he says, eyes shing. I can do many things with my mouth. I think youll find that Im very talented. His arms wind around me slowly, like a snake coiling around its prey. Im slipping into some kind ofa, trapped in this guys arms. His jacket smells like cedar, but theres not a hint of cigarette smoke, despite this bar being full of it. Talented at what? But I already know the answer. I already know it from the smile on his face, as he drops closer and closer, his hands locking me into ce now. His lips hover over mine, and I stand still as if paralyzed. Eating out your pussy. I can feel it clenching tight at his words. Eating me out? Ive never experienced a mans tongue and mouth down there, but now Im imagining his dark head bobbing between my legs. Then his hands unwind from my hips and he steps back with a pleasant smile, the warmth gone.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. What the fuck? Want a drink? The suggestion makes me angry. He stands in front of me, humor in his eyes as I cross my arms over my chest. His guy friends are still eyeing me, but I dont give a fuck. Ive been waiting way too long for this, and if he wont give me a one-night stand, Ill find someone else who will. My voice erupts in the middle of the bar. No, I dont want a drink. I want you to take me home and fuck me. My raised voice catches the attention of his friends, sitting nearby. One of them looks at me with a ck-jawed expression as the bar goes suddenly silent, the patrons wheeling around to look at the crazy girl. Jesus Christ, Johnny, one of them says as he eyes me. If youre not banging her, I will. A smattering ofughter rings out, and the noise returns to normal levels. My very ears are burning. Johnnys voice darkens as he shoots the man a warning look. Dont be an asshole. Its weird. The man gives Johnny a cowed look and mumbles an apology to me. Johnny turns his attention back to me, hitching up a smile on his face. He tries to act cool, but I can see the hunger zing in his eyes. #2 Chapter 14 Why the fuck should I? You insulted mest night. Myughter chokes my throat. What are you, the Godfather or something? I insulted you because I didnt want to fuck you? Youre a real smart-ass. You know what you did. His grin widens. I could have any piece of ass in this room. Why should I waste my time with you? I take a bold step forward, showing him that Im not afraid of him despite whatever the fuck he thinks he has to prove. I take his tie in my hands, watching how his eyes flicker over my lips. Because Im the hottest piece of ass in the room. A smile tiptoes over his face, and theres realughter in it, unlike the condescending grin he keeps wearing. I pull his tie slowly, his head inching toward mine, and he lets me draw his face in. His lips crash against mine, tongue darting inside my mouth to taste me. A shock zaps through his lips into mine, running all the way down my back in a delicious line. He still tastes like tequ. Fingernails slightly dig into my scalp as he fists my hair and forces my mouth against his. I lean into him as every part of me starts to heat up. Its as though my bodys waking up after a long sleep, and he feels amazing and its just kissing. Im not going to regret this. When he pulls back, its not because either of us wants to. Its just to breathe. He takes a deep, shuddering breath. All right. Lets get out of here. He pulls away from me for a moment to whisper something in that guys ear, and then he returns to my side, wrapping his arm around my waist. He digs his phone out of his cks and makes a call. Chris. I need you to pick me up. All right. Then he ends the call and shoves it back into his pocket. Theres just so much that doesnt add up about this guy. He pulls me toward the exit, never letting me go for a second. A ck Audi pulls up to the curb and Johnny lets me go to open the door for me like a perfect gentleman. Man, hes so different from the guys back home. I feel heat emanating from him as I walk past him and slide into the backseat. He joins me, his thighs pressing against mine. Take me home, Chrissy. The driver, a young guy wearing a leather jacket, nods and pulls the car away from the curb. How strange. The driver isnt wearing any kind of professional clothing. For some reason it makes me a little nervous. Fuck it. Who cares? I want to think about his hand casually resting on my leg, his fingers wrapping around my knee, and the thrill that it gives me. He looks at my legs, my thighs, my tits, as if hes deciding what hes going to do with me. Its a bit awkward with the other man in the car, but Johnny doesnt seem to care. We drive back to his ce in silence. Its a bit unnerving, and the closer we get to his home, the harder it is to ignore my frantic heartbeat. He kneads my thigh, inching up higher, dragging my dress over my skin as I turn sideways. He tips my head back with a single finger under my jaw and his lips fall over mine. They start out soft, at first, oddly restrained, and then theyre hard and biting. He slides one of his hands up my waist and grabs me roughly, as if he cant decide which part he should focus on. I gasp into his mouth as his palm slides between my breasts. He grabs one of my tits-just groping it roughly, sliding his thumb over my peaking nipple. Tabarnak, your tits. My face burns scarlet, or I imagine that it does. Suddenly Im reminded of the drivers presence and I pull away from Johnny, returning my hands to myp. His arm stretches behind my head, his fingers tickling the back of my neck. I burn at the sight of amusement on his face. We finally arrive at what looks like his high-rise apartment. Thanks, Chris. No problem. He doesnt pay the guy. Huh. I take Johnnys hand and climb out of the car as he waves goodbye. The car rolls away, and a jolt of fear suddenly hits me as he guides me toward the lobby. I can count on my hand how many times Ive had sex, and never before have I had a one-night stand. I want him, but I still feel racked with nerves. Hes too gorgeous, too slick. My confidence can barely keep up with him. Its toote. The elevator doors slide open, and Im lulled into a false sense of security. Im starting to think that youre not just a bar owner. Johnny leans his back against the mirrored wall, grinning wickedly. Yeah? What gave you that idea? Everyone treats you like youre a king. This time he really doesugh. It rebounds sharply in the elevator, and he pushes himself off the wall, advancing upon me like a predator. Until my breaths get short and I have a hard time focusing. Maybe I am. Oh God. Ever think about that? Hes connected. No fucking way. An icy feeling spreads inside my chest as he pulls me against his body roughly without giving me any time to respond. This is what you wanted, remember? You went to that bar because you knew Dad hated Italians, and whats worse than an Italian? A Mafioso. It all fits-the bad-boy attitude, acting as though nothing in the world can take him down, his fucking ego, and the guys sucking up to him. Oh shit. Oh God. Ive no idea how high up he is, but hes a soldier, at least. Hes a made member. Im sure of it. Dad would fucking kill him. And me. The elevator pings open and Im half-tempted to think of some kind of excuse to bail, because this is nuts. Im the daughter of the president of the Devils MC, and hes in the mob. I almost want tough at how panicky I am right now. The other, louder part of me wants to do it anyway. Its wrong. Its exciting. Ive already gone too far. He leads me down the hall, and still I havent made a move to suggest that maybe we should call this whole thing off. Save my fucking skin and his.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Instead I let him pull me into the darkness of his apartment. Into that horribly terrifying silence that simmers with desire. Its always the most awkward part of first dates. The whens and the hows are torturous. When should I kiss him? I could handle him if he was an ordinary man, but hes the opposite. Hes a predator. Like a ck hole, hes the brightest thing in the universe. I could pick him out in a crowd instantly. Get too close and youre dead. Youre gone. He shuts the door and locks it. The moment I hear the locks slide home, I know Im fucked. Johnnys face seems different in the darkness. Theres no levity, just a humorless look and a predatory stare. It makes my heart jump in my chest. Then he flicks on the light, illuminating a vast, gorgeous apartment. #2 Chapter 15 Ok, hes definitely not just a bar owner. Wow. I turn around, impressed by how richly decorated the ce is. Hes not some kind of rich frat boy. Hes got style. A blood-red abstract painting hangs near the entrance. I walk deeper inside, checking out the modern furniture. And whats more, the whole ce is pristine. I cant see a speck of dust anywhere. Its fucking creepy. No guy on earth is this clean. I wander around his living room and sit down on one of his couches, to see him still standing near the door, half-hidden in shadows. My chest detes. I expected my clothes to fly off the moment we walked through the door, but he takes deliberate steps into the living room, turns toward the stocked bar he has, and pours us both drinks. Ice clinks in the sses as he walks to where Im sitting, bncing the drinks in one hand, giving me a strange look. He offers me mine and I take it just to do something with my hands. The drink slips down his throat as he eye-fucks me, standing close enough to touch me. Its unsettling. Whats that look? I cant figure you out. The ss table makes a sharp sound when he sets his drink down, and then he nts his hands on either side of my head. I sink into the fabric as his facees within inches of mine. Heart pounding in my ears, I can barely make out what he says to me. You really have no idea who I am? His breath mists over my face and Im so tempted to lean the few inches forward and catch his lips in mine. I lick my lips. Are you going to fuck me, or what? A smile flickers. I asked you a question. No, and I dont want to know. Puzzlement makes his eyebrows knit together and I take a gulp of whatever drink he brought me, the amber liquid burning down my throat. He slides into the couch next to me, the sound of the leather fabric oddly loud in my ears. He doesnt touch me. It drives me crazy. The alcohol spreads a flush over my chest, and Im just about out of patience. I dont trust easily. I dont trust at all-and I feel like youre hiding something from me.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. What makes you say that? A snort leaves his nostrils. Its my job to sniff out people trying to pull a fast one on me. The worlds filled with people trying to fuck you over. I have no idea what hes talking about. I dont want to fuck you over. I want to fuck you. He looks forbidding, but I ignore his bodynguage, which tells me to stay the fuck away. I get up from the couch and stand between his legs. He watches me with the air of a wolf scenting a prey animal, and my blood pounds in my neck. My fingers take the hem of my dress and I pull it right off my body. It slowly drags over my thighs, exposing my ck silk panties. His face goes ck as he watches the edge of the dress rise over the swell of my breasts. Yes, look at me. Desire pounds between my legs as I reach behind myself and unsp the bra, a thrill shooting through me from rendering Johnny speechless. His eyes are glued to my tits and then my hands, gently tugging at my panties. They snag over my hips. Something snaps in his eyes. Suddenly he leans forward and grabs my waist, yanking me forward. The panties are halfway down my thighs, but he makes me straddle his legs. Theres a ripping sound and I realize the panties have a tear in them. I gasp as he takes them in his hands and rips them off my body with one quick jerk. Fucking hot. Warmth floods my pussy as he wraps his arms around my naked skin. I arch my back, and his face bumps against my tits. His tongue darts out, sending a shock through me as he swirls around my nipple. Then he bites down on the hardened nub. Ive never done anything like this before with a man I barely know. Ive never wanted to strip away all my vulnerabilities. He thinks Im hiding something from him, and hes right, but Im not giving that up. I dont want to ruin this night. If he finds out who my father is, hell ends things now. That, Im sure of. My thighs rub against the coarse fabric of his suit as I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his thick, dark hair. His hot mouth takes my breast and he bites down on the flesh, letting out wickedughter when it pops out of his lips. You think you can distract me with tits? Yeah. His eyes are fractured. Theres a battle in them. Pride versus lust. The hand cradling my ass suddenly disappears, and reappears in a loud p. My skin burns as the sound cracks across the room as Johnny looks greedily at my body. Fuck, you are gorgeous. And right. Im temporarily paralyzed with the sensation of being naked in his arms. Hard fingers grope my tits, making me arch against him. He grabs a hunk of my hair and pulls me toward his lips, and they devour me. Its carnal, as if he hasnt fucked a woman in years. I love it. Im going to make you mine tonight. Just for one night, sweetheart. Then his hand dips from my breast down my stomach, all the way to my aching core. He cups my pussy and rides his middle finger over my clit. Already wet, huh? Whens thest time youve been with a man? My face burns and I consider lying for a moment, but whats the point? Years, I mumble. His middle finger doesnt pause. It slides inside me. Jesus. No wonder. I tighten my arms around him, uttering a small moan when I feel my walls tighten around the two digits, aching for something thick and hard. His cock is right there. The outline of him grows in his pants. Jesus, hes huge. I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, and it twitches inside my grip. I lean forward and grasp his head, brushing back his hair and running my fingers along his stubble as I kiss him. Every ounce of passion and need explodes out of me. He just keeps fingering me calmly, the wet sound driving me insane. I want him naked-I want all of him. Please, Johnny! He smiles against my lips. Im going to give you a night youll never forget. First, Im going to fuck you really hard. Ill make your cunt numb, just like you wanted. His fingers twist inside me and another jolt of pleasure rips through me, making me yell out loud. Then Im going to make youe with my tongue. Ill fuck you again, and again, and when you go home tomorrow to your daddy, you can tell him that Johnny Cravotta fucked his little daughter. Oh Jesus. The things hes saying. Its so-wait a second. I know that name. Who fucking cares? How does that sound? #2 Chapter 16 His smooth voice invades my ears, the only noise I hear besides my own wetness sliding around his fingers. Tha-that sounds-ah! His fingers m into my pussy, a third one inside me. Johnnys softughter rebounds around his living room. Finally he pulls out of me and wipes his fingers on my thigh. Then his hand sys on my neck and pushes me down so quickly that the air is knocked out of my chest. My back sinks into the couch cushions as he stands up, gazing down at my naked body with unmistakable greed. Touch yourself. I want to watch you. A blush creeps up my face as my hand tentatively curls around my thigh. He puts a hand on my knee and pulls it apart from the other. Spread those gorgeous legs apart so I can see your pussy. Its rare that a guy gives me orders. Even rarer that I follow them, but the authority ringing from his voice is impossible to ignore. Hes the first man who has ever made me want to obey him. I spread my knees farther apart as I lower my hand over my pussy, sliding my fingers down the slick skin. Johnny sits down on the ss table, feet from me. He touches himself, and another bump of excitement adds to the fire. Ive never seen a guy do that before. He curves his hand around his thickening cock and strokes it through his cks, which are ufortably tight. I want you to imagine me inside you. But I dont care about me. I want him. And Ive never been good at listening. I slide off the couch, ignoring his angrymands as I kneel at his feet and wrap my hands around his belt. Redness flushes his skin as I grab him through his cks, tugging the belt out of its loops as Johnny loses the fight to get me to do what he wants.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Please. I want to suck your cock. I want him to lose control. I want him to forget who he is and what hes doing. Wild, unbridled desire. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. Some fucking day, youre not going to get what you want. But I always do. He lifts his hips and I drag the cks from his waist. They pool at his feet. Damn, Johnny is hiding an amazing body. Hes lean and all muscle, but not bulky, which I like. His dick sticks out of his ck briefs like a flesh-colored g. I pull his briefs off his hips, and then that delectable cock springs free. I grip it in my hand, marveling at the warmth. He clucks with sympathy, running a hand through my hair. You must be starving for cock. Yes, I am. Ill let you have a little taste. Then he shoves my head down, his fingers digging into my hair as my lips bump against his head and open wide. He passes through them, so thick and firm. Its been fucking years, but I grip the base of his cock, taking him all the way inside me. My lips suck hard near the tip and I look at Johnnys face as I do it. His eyes close in rapture and he wets his lips, keeping his hand fisted in my hair. Ah, fuck yes. He lifts his hips in a thrust as my lips glide down his length. Holy shit, I cant believe how turned-on I am. His teeth clench as I take him all the way inside me, his balls flush against my lips. Criss. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and I wrap my other arm around his thighs, his hair tickling my palm. I anchor solidly over his ass, feeling my core clench as his moans hit the ceiling. His breathing deepens as my lips tighten around him, gliding up and down, swirling my tongue over his swollen head. It turns me on to see his red face trained on mine, lust burning through his skin. I let him pop out of me and slide his cock over my lips. In a few swift movements, Johnny picks me up and hurls me over the couch. He tears off his jacket with an animalistic growl. My heart leaps as his body falls over mine, my legs wrapping around his solid waist. Fear careens through my veins, battling with the aching need to be fucked. Its been too long. I cant wait anymore. He reaches back and I feel the head of his cock sliding against my folds and an overwhelming ze of lust almost makes me scream. He sinks inside me with a grunt. The head pushes through my slick walls, and ecstasy washes all over me. I forgot how amazing it felt to have a man inside me. How did I wait this long? It throbs inside me, so big that it hurts to feel him thrust. His tie dangles around his muscled neck and I spread my hands underneath his shirt cor. I want to touch every inch of his skin. Your pussy feels so good. The ragged voice sends a rush of excitement to my chest. He slides out and ruts me deep, all restraint forgotten. My clit hums with the pleasant burn of his cock riding up against it. Ive never felt something so amazing in my life, but I dont want toe-not yet. I grab the tie dangling in my face and pull his grinning face down. He knows exactly whats going on. He thrusts hard as my lips crush against his. He kisses me back in a frenzy as I groan into his mouth. Thats it, baby. Moan for me. My fingernails dig into his back as he takes one of my tits and roughly squeezes it, pinching the nipple as his cock hammers my cunt. Johnny, you should stop. Why? Im about toe. Please. But of course the bastard does the opposite. The grin on his face widens as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and fucks me for all Im worth. I try to fight against the building pressure inside my core. His mouth seals over mine, his tongue forces down my throat, and I arch my back. No, I moan into his mouth. Yes. Come for me. I want you to. I cant ignore the thick cock pulsing through me, hitting all the right nerves as his body, which is covered in wicked tattoos, fucks me like a battering ram. The breath knocks out of my lungs and my hands reach around to his ass, urging him on. I scream as thest thrust shoves me over the edge and I clench hard around him. My nails dig into his flesh as Ie hard, the wave of relief knocking me down t. Johnny silences my moans with his mouth, his breathing frantic. I melt into the couch, but his hips crush against mine, ramping up the pleasure again, until finally he breaks off the kiss and groans loud enough so that for a moment, I wonder if something is wrong. His hips thrust hard, jamming his length into me as his warm cum explodes from his cock. He thrusts a few more times, each one jarring me back into lust. Jesus. The dampness of his skin makes him stick to me. Im covered in his smell, my pussy full of his cum. Hot lips find my neck as his breath mists over my skin. He kisses me over and over, down my neck, teeth nipping at me before he takes my breast in his mouth and bites hard. Shit. Something so painful shouldnt feel so damn good. He raises his head, his wicked grin adding another sharp bump to the need pulsing inside me. A growl issues from his throat. I cant keep my hands off you. My heartbeat is still sprinting, but then it does a little flip when he gives me a small smile. The glow of my orgasm slowly fades away, and for one horrible moment I feel doubt clinging to my shoulders. The post-sex awkwardness makes my cheeks burn. Whats the matter? #2 Chapter 17 He fixes me with an intense stare that makes my insides tighten. Im just-shy, I say finally. Shy? he says with a smallugh. Im balls deep inside you, and youre shy. I look away from theughter in his eyes. Ill give you something to be shy about. The steely look in his eyes makes my breath catch in my throat. What? What? The surprise widening her eyes makes me want tough. If she could only see inside my fucked-up head. I palm her t stomach, loving the way her skin shivers under my touch, and curl my fingers over her mound. The slickness of her cunt clings to my skin, and excitement burns through my veins. This girl has a gorgeous body. Way better than all my recentys, and shes hot for me. Of course she is. She hasnt gottenid in years. I cant in good conscience let her leave my apartment without her being thoroughly fucked. She yelps as I lift her off the couch. What do you mean? Stop talking. I bring her to my bedroom, my cock stirring back to life as I think about the box of toys in my closet. Then I roughly drop her onto my mattress. She falls down with a loud bump, and I enjoy the view of her tits bouncing on her chest. Her high, arched eyebrows narrow dangerously at me. So the princess isnt used to being talked down to? Too fucking bad. Control just isnt something I give up easily. I take it from people all the time, but this broad was hot enough to wrestle it out of me. I fuck girls all the time, and I nevere inside one without a condom. Talk about Russian roulette. Maya did that to me. I take her delicate throat in my hand. I told you I would make you mine tonight. I dont want to hear you talk, unless its to ask me permission for something. Laughter dances over her dark eyes. Im going to fuck the pride right out of you. Ive got you pinned down. Youre not used to taking a mans orders. Youre damn straight. Heat shes over my face as I re at her. I told you to shut the fuck up. My words p her across the face. A beautiful red pricks her already flushed cheeks, but she stays silent. Finally. Im not your daddy. I wont let you walk over me. I take her shoulders in my hands and push them back so that she lies t on the bed, her hair syed behind her. Her vein jumps in her neck and I bend over her, my lips touching her ear. Give me the respect I deserve, and Ill make youe over and over again. Dont listen to me, and Ill throw your ass out. I have to remind myself that its not entirely her fault. She doesnt know who I am yet. Mayas pink mouth parts slightly. She looks as though she wants to speak, but she doesnt dare piss me off. Good, its working already. Theres nothing but the sound of her quick breaths in my bedroom. I dont know if I could handle it if she walked out on me, because Im not satisfied. Not in the least. Her mouth twists in anger, but I ce a finger over her swollen lips to silence her. Dont. ept the fact that you dont know me. This is how its going to be. She sucks in her lip and bites down hard as she thinks it over in her head. I see the struggle behind those proud eyes. She wants to fuck me, but her pride wont let her. Then finally she swallows. Okay. Theres a slight edge in her voice that I dont like to hear. As boss, Im always on the lookout for any hint of defiance in my men. Im always searching for the one who will challenge me, so that I can crush him. Mock execution. Most of the time, its just a bullet between the eyes. I like to send the message that I dont fuck around. Second chances? Fuck that. You get one chance with me. Smiling, I turn my back on her and enter my closet, looking for the stash of toys I rarely get to use on the women I bring home. This ones different. Shes desperate for cock. Shell let me do whatever the fuck I want.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. I pick out a nice leather blindfold dyed in a wine-red color and curl it around my hands. She nces at the blindfold around my hand and tries to look unconcerned, but her hands tighten over theforter. Sit up. She obeys quickly, her dark eyes flicking to the blindfold and then to my face. Blood rushes to my hands as I touch her neck, feeling her fluttering heartbeat. The blindfold wraps around her eyes in a tight embrace, and I slide the strap through the buckle until its snug. She cant see a fucking thing. I touch her shoulder, and she jumps a little. It gets my blood going like you wouldnt believe. She doesnt expect where Im going to touch her, and her head lifts, her lips searching for me. I trace my finger around those beautiful lips. I told you Id make you mine tonight, I say, pinching that sulent bottom lip. I meant it. Just one night as my fuck toy, and then you go back to Daddy. Her lips tremble as I take my hands away, and then I grab her wrists, tugging them. She follows the pressure unsteadily, standing up from the bed. Her brown hair swings wildly as she stumbles forward into my chest. She inhales a small gasp, and the pink blush spreading over her cheeks makes my dick hard enough smash diamonds. Hands behind your head. She tentatively raises her hands, a question forming on her lips that she swallows. A smile tightens my face. Good girl. Her tits look amazing with her hands behind her head. They stick out like two perfect orbs, her nipples already hard. I watch as the breath catches in her throat when I take one of those nipples in my forefinger and thumb and pinch hard. Fucking beautiful. I love the way she gasps and bites her lips. Then I lower my head and take that hard bud in my mouth. The sharp sound of her gasp cuts the air. I love watching her reaction. It gets me so fucking hard. Her nipple hardens around my tongue and I move it in slow circles. Then I pull back and blow air over her wet skin. I do the same to the other one, taking more of her tit in my mouth, sucking hard over the creamy skin so that a bright, red mark burns on her skin. The blood pounding through my cock makes the ache almost painful. My power over her is like a heady, seductive scent. It makes me feel drunk, makes my veins run with fire. I say, Jump, and she obeys. I crave that kind of control. Fucking need it. But I need this even more. I sit down on the edge of the bed, turning her trembling body around. Kneel. Mymand rolls over her body like silk. Mayas thighs tremble. Why? I reach around her legs to rip my hand across her gorgeous ass, the sound cracking through the room. Maya jumps and moves her hands down her head. Anger rustles in my chest, and I p that ass a little harder so that she shrieks. #2 Chapter 18 I told you to keep your hands behind your head. Her chest pulses for a few seconds as she stands there, humiliated but unsure. Then they rise back behind her head. Thats better. I cant help but stroke the red burn blossoming on her ass. An obedient girl deserves a reward, right? I take her hips, and she follows my pressure, kneeling with her tits sticking out. Fuck, I could make myselfe with the sight of her sitting there, her legs tightly pressed together as if to hide her arousal. I wind my fingers through her hair and I pull her head forward. She follows blindly, right into myp. Then the warm head of my cock brushes over her lips. Suck my cock. Her tongue darts out in an experimental taste. Fuck, her little tongue just wets my cock, and I push myself between her lips. It feels incredible. So smooth, warm, and moist. She might be a daddys girl, but shes a champ at sucking cock. She works her mouth, bobbing her head with her hands behind her. Her slick tongue works magic on my prick, rubbing the underside and making me jump in her mouth. My breathing quickens. Heart pounds. I cant think about anything except the noise she makes when she moves her sloppy mouth up and down me. It makes me feel as though shes in control. Has she been fucking with me this entire time? I pegged her as some kind of uptight broad with an asshole for a father, but the vigorousness of her mouth-fuck-I didnt expect this. Tell me how it feels to have me balls deep in your mouth. Go on, give your mouth a break. I pop out of her mouth, but not before she gives my head a kiss with tongue. Wetness gleams from her lips, and its a sexy sight. It feels nice. She says it in a shrugging tone, and I pinch her chin. You feel how hard I am? Yeah. That fucking grin. How is it that a girl who hasnt gottenid in years can suck cock like that? Her shoulder lifts in a shrug. I watch a lot of porn. A girl that watches porn. Dirty. I always aimed for traditional girls. I fucked sluts to get my rocks off, and dated girls who were good candidates for marriage. Traditional Italian women. The girls I dated wouldve never been into porn. Karen called it disgusting. It makes me realize that I cant go much longer without fucking this broad. Up. We switch ces; I gently lead her to the bed so that shes lying down. She drops down cautiously, still blind, flinching when I touch her legs. I promised her I would make here with my tongue, and I intend to keep that promise. My hand ps her inner thighs, and she bends her knees and spreads them apart, only parting them about an inch. Spread your legs. I-its- Its wrong. Its dirty. I dont care what shes about to say. Do it. My voice cuts hers off, louder than ever. She spreads her legs as if shes fucking hiding drugs in there, and then I just take her knees and roughly pull her apart. Her gleaming pussy calls to me like a Sirens song. I fucked her already, but Ive forgotten what it felt like. I cant imagine it, and my dick is driving me crazy trying to remember. She inhales sharply as I kiss her inner thigh, leading a trail right to her swollen cunt. Maya throws her head back when I kiss her outer lips. Myughter hits her face like a p. She burns. Maddon, so thats it, huh? Thats your sweet spot. Please, Johnny. Maya arches her back as I reach all the way back with my tongue and lick her, swimming in her musk. She screams to the ceiling, and my heart rams against my chest. I told you what Id do to you. She makes a desperate sound as I close my mouth over her sweet pussy, sucking hard and flicking my tongue inside her to feel her squeeze. Maya fucking loves it. She forgets all about staying quiet and obeying me. Her legs wrap around my head, and then I sink my tongue inside that cunt as far as itll go.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Her screams lift to the ceiling as if Im killing her. No! she screams, face flushed. I cant-I dont wanna- You dont want toe? It-it makes me lose control. I need to feel-oh! Thats exactly what I want, baby. I want you to fall to your knees and beg me to fuck you. She clenches her teeth. I dont beg. Stubborn bitch. I curl my fingers inside that slick pussy, watching her eat her own words as she fists the sheets and cries out to the ceiling. Youre begging right now. But I still need to hear her say it. My tongue swirls around her clit, nudging that little nub as I put my face between her thighs and lick her pussy for all Im worth. She arches into me, pressing her body into my lips. Then I pull back, leaving her panting. What are you doing? Giving you a taste of your own medicine. I smile against her pussy, giving her thigh a harsh p as I kiss her clit, thrusting my fingers inside her. I wait until her breathing reaches a crescendo and then I pull back. Its the hardest fucking thing Ive ever done in my life. She lifts her head and looks at me like Im a god. I am a godpared to the men shes been with. Just do it already. Yeah? The need in her voice gives me a high. This beautiful girl wants me so badly that shes ready to beg for it. Im sorry, sweetheart, but Im not done eating my fill. #2 Chapter 19 My mouth smothers her steaming cunt, and she locks her knees around my head and screams. I mean, the bitch sounds like shes being murdered in my apartment. Her pussy juice slides in my mouth, and I fuck her hard with my fingers. Then her legs rub against my face, and I turn my mouth to kiss her calf. And it hits me. The memory of having those silky legs sliding in my hands in the office. Wanting to fuck the shit out of her. Then I cant take it anymore. I flip her around by the waist and nearly drive into her when I see her bent over on all fours, her ass high in the air for me. I grab a fist of her hair and yank hard, forcing her to arch back. She tenses when she feels my thighs pressing against hers. My cock is t against her ass, pressing into her like a gun. My prize is so fucking close. Instead, I smack her ass. Hard. You know what I think? I think you like this shit. I- Any normal girl wouldve walked the fuck out. She doesnt know who the hell I am. If she knew I was boss, shed be on all fours, sucking my cock until I said, Thank you. Fuck that. I want to take her submission. The blood rushes to her skin as my palm cracks over her skin. You want to be dominated by a real man, dont you? I loop my hand around her hair and tug it hard, forcing her head back. Then I run my lips over her ear. I just want to getid. Why pick me out of all the guys there? I hiss against her ear. Why go to all that fucking trouble to buy a new dress? Her face turns, burning red in the dim light. I wanted you. Yeah, you chose me. You saw that I was an alpha male-just your type- Yeah? So? I smack her ass against that insolent tone. Put your hands against the headboard. Maya shuffles forward and extends her thin arms, cing her palms t on my headboard as she sticks her ass out, begging for my cock. Just fuck me, she says with a growl in her voice as I edge up behind her, smoothing my hands over her thighs. I ignore her plea. First, Im going to spank you. Youre going to count how many times I do it. She nods, still facing the headboard. Just fuck her already. My hand drapes over her ass and her muscles tense. I let her feel my fingers spreading over her skin, my thumb right on the edge of her ass. I pull her skin and see her glistening pussy, which is just waiting to wrap around my cock. God fucking damn it. Fuck the girl, will you? Gritting my teeth, I raise my palm from her skin. Crack. The sound splits the air. Blood rushes to her skin and I feel the heat underneath my palm. Her voice trembles. One. Again, on the same round cheek. The sound gets me every fucking time. She gasps a bit and then her voice hardens. Two. Her arms shake as I bring my hand down on her raw flesh, waiting for that moment to break over her eyes. With my other hand, I fist my cock, letting it slide all over her folds. She groans and pushes her ass closer to me. It couldnt be iner that she wants me inside her, but I need her submission first. Another p hits the bright, red burn on her ass. This time she yells. Its painful, but its mingled with the pleasure of my thick length rubbing up and down her clit. Th-three! Whats the matter, sweetheart? I just want-I want-ah! I strike her left cheek, the force of it so hard that it stings my hand. Then I rub her swollen flesh. Whats that? Shit, Im loving this. Four. The answer explodes from her. You know what I want. I wont give you what you want. Not until you admit that you love what Im doing to you right now. Im not sure I can keep that promise. I feel her walls trying to grip me as I slide all over her pussy, the head just nudging her in the right spots. Maya is barely able to keep her arms against the headboard. She moves her head back and I see her strain with the effort of keeping it together. Her tits hang like perfect teardrops. I grind against her and grope one of them.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Fuck me! Her scream stabs me right in the fucking ears, but I dont care. You sure you want me to fuck you? Still groping her tits, I give her ass another brutal p, and she cries out. Five! Yes, Im fucking sure. Beg me. All the energy roils in my stomach as she copses over the pillows, unable to keep herself up anymore. Fuck me, goddamn it! I cant take it anymore! I want to y with her. I want to make her crawl on her knees and beg me while Im in her mouth, but I cant take it anymore either. I seize her hips and force her legs apart, and theres a brief moment where the head of my cock pushes between her folds, and then her warmth envelops me like a tight, warm glove. Hands back on the headboard. She obeys and then her body jackhammers forward as I ram my hips against hers. My cock thrusts deep as every instinct urges me to fuck her hard and fast. So thats what I do. I grind my hips against that pussy and nail her deep, until she lets out a sharp yell. Yes! #2 Chapter 20 Her arms tremble from the force of my thrusts. Her voice is like a lightning bolt straight into my cock, energizing me. My vision narrows to the girl writhing on my bed, screaming for more. With every thrust, she opens her mouth in a moan and her tits swing forward. I grab both in my hands and wrench her upright, using them to hold her against me. Oh my God, John- I need you toe, baby. My arm snakes around her waist while the other holds her tits. As I thrust into her, I grab her swollen clit and press down hard, rubbing her in circles. She nearly swoons in my arms. Maya turns her flushed face toward mine, and I crush my lips against hers. Its too much. The fucking feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock like it doesnt ever want to let me go, her tits in my hands, and the screams she makes. I need you to fuckinge. She doesnt flinch from the rough edge in my voice. Shes lost in the pleasure of it just like I am. I am! I feel the explosion ripping through her body as she grips my cock hard and falls apart in my arms, sagging against me. Then Im done, too. Im no match against her perfect body. I ram her so hard that she screams in pain, and the ache swells like a wave. It crashes down, and I feel the hot jets of cum, and her wet thighs against mine. I let her down gently and pulse a few more times. Fuck! Yes, I needed this. Still inside her, I lie down over her, propping myself up by my elbows. Damn, Im exhausted. Oh my God. Her mellowed voice breathes out in my bedroom as her chest pulses. A thrill of pride hits my chest as she turns to face me. Ive never been fucked like that. Ever. I smile, pressing my wet forehead against hers. I told you I was good. She touches my chin, tracing it. I knew youd be. I just- Didnt know how good it would feel? Im amused at the slight blush pinking her cheeks as she nods, the haughtiness in her eyes finally gone.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Right around now would be the time where Id usually invent some kind of work-rted business I had to attend to because Im an asshole and I want them out of my apartment, but I feel no desire to get rid of her. And it hits me suddenly. I want this girl again. Not just for tonight, or the next day. I want her on call whenever I want to fuck her. Why should I bang cocktail waitresses when I have a hot piece of ass who will let me do whatever the hell I want? But its against my rules. Fuck a girl more than once, and the next thing you know, they want a rtionship. And then they want to meet your mother and tickets to the opera and fuck knows what else. Then she kisses me. Her lips are against mine before I can even summon up an excuse to suggest that she should leave, and then thatpulsion is wiped awaypletely. She kisses me and slips her tongue inside me, making my heart pound. Crack of dawn. Something moves beside my bed. A shadow. I dont even think. In seconds my hand clutches the handle of the gun stashed under my pillow. Then I lunge across the bed, grabbing a skinny wrist. A female cry of pain surprises me as I bury the gun in her temple, pressing her body to mine. Shut the fuck up and dont move. Its me, you idiot! Holy fuck. My heart clenches painfully as I recognize her voice and put the gun aside, flipping on themp. She blinks furiously against the bright light. Sneaking out in the middle of the night, eh? Nice. I should be pissed, but its hard not tough at this shit. Who the fuck has the balls to walk out on me? You had to put a gun to my head? You took me by surprise, I say, letting her go roughly. I just wanted to leave before you woke up. ssy. Maya crosses her arms and stares at me. No apology, nothing. Why? So you could go back to Daddy before he woke up? Her face heats up like amp. You dont understand, and I cant exin. My chest heaves in a sigh. Fine. At least let me drive you home. No, she says too quickly. No. No is not a word I hear very often. It makes my stomach churn to see her standing there like that, just as defiant as she was in the bar. Now my blood is starting to boil. What the fuck is wrong with me giving you a ride home, huh? Nothing, she insists. Are you embarrassed by me? No! Her face burns under my stare. Please, just take my word for it. He cant know. Fine. Whatever. You should stay the night. Hes going to find out anyway. She tenses at that. He cant. Its not safe walking alone at this time. Her lips stagger with a small grin. Its safe for me. #2 Chapter 21 What does that mean? I slide from the bedsheets and stand up naked beside her, watching how her gaze lingers on my dick, chest, and arms. Give me your number so we can do this again. I told you, it was a one-time thing. Tell me I wasnt the besty you ever had. She reaches out with her hand, that look zing in her eyes again. Its not about that. I cant just do whatever I want. I dont buy that. I pick up my cks from the floor and pull out a small white card with my private phone number. If she even knew how rarely I gave it out to girls, shed be honored, but of course the dumb idiot doesnt. I havent had aare in ages, and Id like to have her as one. I take her hand and gently close her fingers around it. Then I bend my lips to her ear and I feel her shiver. Call me the next time you feel like a good fuck. I dont think so. A grin stretches my face. Maybe the next time you fight with your dad.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. She stuffs the card in her jeans without looking at it and I walk her to the door, opening it for her and giving the whole hallway front-row seats to my cock. Maya doesnt want to leave. Its all over her body. From those nipples sticking out like pins on that fuck-me dress she wears, to her eyes locked on mine. Youre trying to tempt me back inside. Is it working? The blush spreading over her cheeks tells me yes. Dont you care that anyone could see you right now? No. A smile cracks her face and suddenly she takes a step forward. She bumps her lips against mine. For a moment I think shesing back inside, but she pulls back almost immediately. Its just a cheap goodbye. Bye, Johnny. I dont say a word as she backs away from me and walks down the hall. This isnt goodbye. Smoke curls around my fingers. I blow out a stream and watch as my cigarette makes calligraphy in the air. A man stands above my table, waiting for me to notice him. My silence hangs over his head like an axe. He clenches and unclenches his hands. What a moron. If he had any brains, he would make me notice him. Maybe hes ying it safe. Maybe he knows I wouldnt have a problem with blowing out his brains in the middle of this restaurant. No, he doesnt say a word. Hes real quiet. Like a dog waiting for scraps. I hiss the smoke through my teeth, and then the waiteres to my table with my Marechiara pizza. A blood-red pie sits on my table, thin crust, the big ck olives wrinkled with the heat with the pits still inside. None of that canned olives shit. Napoletana is one of my favorite pizza ces in the city. Its cash only, of course. The owner fought me hard against paying me protection money, and my love of the pizza in the ce kept me from torching it until he finally buckled down and gave me my money. Uh-Johnny? I dont even look at him. What? L-listen, I just wanted to apologize. I finally flick my gaze to him. Hes a strapping, young guy with at least fifty pounds on me, but he looks at me as if Im Jesus Christ. His hands are sped in front of his body and his head is bowed, as if in penance. I can taste the fear sweating off his body. Hes waiting for a reaction from me. A condemnation or a reprieve. I wont give him either. Apologize for what? I slide a slice of pizza onto my porcin te and cut into it with my knife and fork. Dignified. Slow. A boss cant just shove pizza down his fucking throat like some fat fuck. The hot sauce stings my tongue. Its like fire, but it tastes so goddamn good that I cant help but keep eating. I grip my winess and the dry vintage slips down my throat, adding fuel to the burn. I fucked up, but I can fix this. Please let me fix this. His shaking voice makes my tongue curl. How? I cut my gaze over his, staring into his widened eyes. Ive been nning this heist for almost a year, you dumb fuck. Millions of dors of untraceable cash, just sitting in the airport. Begging to be stolen. My whole crew knows about the heist, of course. I can get the keys. I have a n- Fran?ois told me about your n. The dismissive tone almost brings him to his knees. Theres a short window. Fifteen minutes. I can get copies of the keys made. I doubt he can get anything done. Do it. Relief washes over his face, and I almost want tough at him. Id probably kill him anyway, just to tie up loose ends. I dont trust him to keep his trap shut if anyones busted, because hes not a member. Thank you, John. If you dont get copies of the keys, donte back at all. I watch him leave, an uneasy feeling eating away at my stomach as he walks away. Then I beckon toward Chris, who kneels to my side immediately. I want you to follow him. And then I want you to take care of him. Chris doesnt betray any shock. His young face freezes for a moment, and then his dark eyes slide to mine. Take care of him? You know what I mean. Then he leans back and nods, patting his front jacket pocket as he heads outside. It takes a split second for me to make a life-or-death decision. Like I said, I dont give second chances. The Mafia is a family, yes, but its mostly a business. Were in it for the money, not the fucking honor. I surround myself with people who are valuable. I dont give a fuck whether someone isnt one hundred percent Italian. #2 Chapter 22 I grab another slice of pizza and carelessly tear into it with my teeth as that girl pops into my head again. It just galls me that someone might discriminate against me, of all people. All week I couldnt get that cunt out of my mind. Cant forget the way she let me fuck her. The screams she made when she came on my dick. All week Ive been waiting to bump into her in that bar, like some schmuck. Whatever. Ill find a new piece of ass to fuck. I always do. Hell, even in this restaurant. Women turn their heads to look at me, sitting with a few of my soldiers. I could ask the waitress out. She has a nice ass. Not as nice as hers. I swallow painfully as that truth sinks in. How can I forget her? I spanked her ass right before I sank my dick into her. Before that, she climbed into myp naked. I can still feel her skin gliding in my palms. Her gorgeous curves bounced in front of my face. She let me put my hands all over her-she let me do things to her that I only did with hired pussy. I smile into my winess as blood rushes to my cock. Fucking hell, I cannot get hard in this ce. Fran?ois, we need to head up to Sorel-Tracy. There were problems with thest shipment. His face twists slightly, but he nods. He hates bikers on principle. Hell, we all do, but we dont have to like each other. We just have to work together. They run all the drugs, and I handle just about everything else because I never wanted to be involved in drugs. I facilitate the shipments, and the bikers sell the drugs on the streets. Getting twenty-five years for possession is not worth it to me. Anyone in my crew caught selling drugs gets his head chopped off. I get up from the table and my bodyguards follow me outside. I slide into the passenger seat of my car as Fran?ois takes the wheel, and my thoughts linger on a certain brte as he drives. Finally we get to that concrete shit-hole of a fortress that is like a beacon should the CSIS ever decide to raid the ce. The walls are thick, and guards patrol the towers with guns. Fran?oisys on the horn and the metal gate screams as it swings aside. Putain de merde. Carlos waits just inside themunity, wearing his filthy leather jacket. We roll the car into a dirt parking lot and I open my door, fixing a smile on my face. Carlos, good to see you. John. He nods at me, and then we walk toward that shack he calls a clubhouse. Ill have to wipe the dust from my shoes when I get out of here. I walk past a lot of sullen, drawn faces. Like dogs at the pound. What a depressing ce to live in. The clubhouse has a bit of charm. Inside, there are strippers wearing pasties, gyrating on poles as those bearded fucks ogle them. Loud rock music grates against my ears. A biker grabs a passing stripper and pulls her onto hisp, groping her tits for everyone to see. I sneer at them as I walk by. These people have no fucking ss. I dont want to touch any surface, because I have a suspicion that the entire ce is covered with a film of cum and pussy juice. Thankfully we enter Carloss office, and my bodyguards wait outside. He walks behind his desk and my eyes wander over the dusty room, passing over a couple of golden frames. A figure catches my eye. My heart jumps in my chest and I lean in, studying the picture frame. Its a photo of Carlos, and his wife and daughter. So? Whats got me so excited? The daughter. The picture is a few years old, but theres no mistaking those pouty lips and haughty eyes. Maya. The girl Ive been fantasizing about is also the daughter of the president of Les Diables MC. Oh fuck. My heart races and I swallow the urge to curse out loud. Everything makes sense now. Her hesitation to fuck me. No wonder. And she had no idea who I was the whole time. She said her dad would be pissed. No fucking kidding. This could start a war. Fuck me. I lean back into my chair as Carlos gives me a sharp nce. Whats funny? I look into his suspicious eyes, wishing I could tell him: I fucked your daughter. MAYA Pick up everyst piece, you little bitch. On my hands and knees, I look up at the man who stirs a sh of rage in my chest. You fucking pick it up. I dont dare say it out loud, not when his men surround him and he looks as though he might knock out my teeth if I say something wrong. But I want to take the pile of broken mirror shards in my hand and fling it into his face. I dont know what the fuck is your problem. I try to support your hobbies, and you pay me back by trashing your salon?This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. The edges of the mirror shards cut into my palm as he kicks aside one of the broken pieces. Its not a fucking hobby. Its going to be my career. Deepughter cuts into me, his bright eyes lit with malevolence. A career? You want to make a living out of cutting peoples hair? I should sell dope to kids instead? Screw him, acting as though hes fucking better than me when everyone knows about the drugs in schools. I stand up and toss the shards in the garbage bin, turning my back on Dad. He grips my shoulder and the air squeezes from my chest when he shoves me against the wall. Who the fuck makes sure you have clothes on your back? Food in your stomach? Me. I dont want to hear you bitching about how I make a living. His arm crushes my throat and I dig my nails into his arm. Hes not going to kill me. I know that. He just wants to scare me. You dont scare me, Dad. Carlos, enough. Moms voice cracks across the converted garage and I hear the sound of her boots snapping the broken fragments. He releases me, and I breathe hard through my nose, never looking away from him. Youre done at that coffee ce, he seethes. The bottom drops out of my stomach. Its my one refuge. The one ce I feel normal. Its much more than just a job. Its a ticket to my freedom. I cant just give it up. Im not quitting. Then Ill go down there and Ill quit for you, and my way wont be nearly as nice as yours. #2 Chapter 23 A boiling pressure builds up behind my eyes. You cant keep me locked up like some ve! Carlos, maybe she could work there once a week. Once a week? Thats not nearly enough hours to get out of this fucking ce. Fuck that! His face whitens with rage. One more word out of your fucking mouth and Ill make you wish youd never been born. But I already wish that. Youre quitting the job. Today. He took away my freedom to date men, and now hes taking away my right to earn a living. Its too much. Tears sting my eyes, and I look away from him. Dont fucking cry. Smash his face in, instead. God, I really want to. He walks out of the garage, turning his head around to give me a final smirk. And that sets me off. With my mother watching, I take the garbage can in both hands and scream, hurling the can across the garage as all the mess slides over the room. Then I pick it back up and bash the metal against the heavy sinks. Its like a loud gong, crashing against my ears. BANG. BANG. BANG. I trash it until there are heavy dents in the cheap metal, and then I hurl it to the floor. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Mom screams at me, her hands wrapping around my arms. I whirl around and yell at her furious face. I dont care! Hes taken everything away from me! Clean this shit up! Fuck that. I walk quickly out of the garage, my face burning as my eyes immediately seek out the gate. The tall bars seem to touch the sky from where I stand, and then I realize that in all probability, Ill never, ever leave this ce. Hey, Maya. Whats wrong? A timid female voice snaps me out of my trance and I quickly wipe my face when Beatrice steps in front of me, her eyebrows knitting together. Nothing. Im fine. It wouldnt do to spill my guts to my cousin. If Dad leaned on her just a little, she would b about everything that happened in the bar. She opens her mouth, but I quickly silence her. I dont want to talk about it, Bea. I was just wondering if I could have my lights done. Yeah, okay. What the fuck else is there to do? She follows me back into the garage, where my mom is sweeping up the bits of broken ss. A stab of guilt hits my chest as I watch her, and Beatrice lets out an audible gasp. What the fuck happened? Mom res at me as I lead her into the garage and use a rag to wipe the salon chair free of ss. Mom, Ill clean it up. Dark eyes glittering, she sets aside the broom and gives me a tired sigh. Come here, sweetheart. My insides clench painfully as I leave Beatrices side and join my mothers, whose arms are so firmly crossed that I think it would take a crowbar to uncross them. Mom-This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. You have to stop talking to him like that. Youre never going to get what you want by fighting with him. I gape at her. He doesnt want me to do anything. Just sit here and watch after the kids and waste my life- Her eyes re. Like me? Thats not fair. You wanted this. I dont. She tosses her dark hair and closes her eyes as if in pain. Do what he says. Hed ease up if you actually listened to him. But I dont want to listen to him. Im twenty-two, a grown woman, for Gods sake, and I have my own dreams. My own desires. And hes determined to block me from all of them. You have no choice. Look at who your father is. Must I always live under his fucking shadow? I dont give a shit. She lets out another sigh, brushing past me as she raises her manicured hands to her temple. I turn back toward Beatrice, who smiles at me expectantly, and I force my muscles to return the smile. More than anything, I want to be alone to think about him. A smile hitches on my face as Ib through Beatrices hair. He was way too damn handsome and incredible in the sack. More surprising was my willingness to follow his orders like a goddamn ve. Do this. Do that. It made my blood boil, but there was something irresistible about the authority in his voice. I couldnt help but listen to him. I mean, Jesus, he put his mouth on my pussy and sucked me. Fuck, I can still feel his tonguepping at my clit, his breath like steam on my pussy. I let hime inside me. A small twist of fear drains the blood from my face. It was stupid of me. I wasnt thinking. But I cant deny how fucking amazing it felt to have him fill me up with his seed, his hands owning me, running over my bodys curves and squeezing as if I was irresistible. He called me things that made me soar. Gorgeous. Beautiful. The fucking nasty shit he said-I loved that, too. I folded the card he gave me into fours, but never looked at it. I just stuck it in my jeans pocket, and I run my fingers over the coarse edges whenever I feel like calling him. Theres no future with that guy. A heavy wave hits me. My hands tremble and Im suddenly d theres no mirror, so that Beatrice cant see my eyes burning with unshed tears. Im going out with him. Paul. I can tell that shes been dying to tell me since the moment she saw me. Oh, cool. When? Geez, dont sound so excited. #2 Chapter 24 Sorry, Im just in a bad mood right now. Were going out to the city tonight. Thats why I wanted to do my lights. Jealousy burns inside me like the glowing embers of a still-hot fire. Thats great. Beatrice gives me another weird look, but Im in no mood to act cheerful for anyone. The smell of coffee beans saturates the air, burning my nose. I wipe down tables with my wet rag, content to just ignore the customers and fill the little sugar things while my mind lingers over Johnnys lips. Johnnys tattooed, lean body warm against mine. Johnnys dick. A man looks up at me from the book hes reading, and I blush hard as if hes caught me thinking nasty things. Maya, I heard its yourst day! One of my coworkers, a sweet younger girl, bounces up to me. Yeah. You have toe out with us for a drink or something. I cant believe youre leaving. I ball the wet rag in my fist as a sudden pain hits me. Oh God, Im about to cry. I-I cant. I have to go back home. Her face fallsically. You cant have one drink?This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. I bite my lip suddenly as I consider walking past that bar. His bar. No, I cant. We messed around once, and thats that. Sorry. I turn my back on her, unable to stomach the look of disappointment and my own sinking feelings. It galls me that that fucker has so much say in my life, the man Im supposed to call Daddy. The door opens, swinging wide as a man in cks steps inside, his leather shoes gleaming against the floor. Im still bent over the table, so I dont see his face. Im working as slowly as I can. Fucking savoring thest drop of freedom. Jesus, look at that guy. I raise my head at the sound of her awed voice and my heart stalls in my chest because only one guy I know of looks that good in a suit. Johnny. Oh my God, hes looking at you. A slow grin staggers across his devilishly handsome face. He wears a blue pinstripe suit, looking as immacte as he did in the bar. He slips his phone in his jacket pocket, looking unsurprised to see me here. What the fuck? Amy gives me a very curious look. Whys he gawking at you like that? Like what? I can barely hear what shes saying. Hes a dream. This cant be real. Like hes seen you naked. An excited gasp leaves her throat. Do you know him? Before I can utter a word to make her shut up, Johnny takes a couple strides and joins my side. Hes close enough to breathe in, and I smell freshlyundered clothes and the shampoo on his hair. Hes way too clean, and I probably smell like coffee grounds. Its embarrassing, him seeing me here like this. Amy slinks away to gawk at us behind the counter, shing me a grin when I catch her gaze. How the fuck did you find me? I mutter. Maybe when you left my apartment, I made sure wed bump into each other. My skin burns when he grabs my waist, and Im pretty sure Ive lost the ability to breathe, because my chest is paralyzed. I summon every ounce of indignation I have, but hes holding my waist. I feel the warmth of his hands through my t-shirt, and then he squeezes. God, I remember him doing that when we were naked. Holy fuck, dont think of that now. You had me followed? You didnt give me a choice, sweetheart. You never called. And now what? His voice deepens. I want you toe home with me. Another hard thump of my heart against my ribs makes me dizzy. You want me again? A littleugh shakes from his chest, and then he swallows it to give me a look that makes me hot all over. Of course I want you again. Thats why I gave you my card. Im surprised and ttered that he actually tracked me down. He took the time to find out where I worked, when he could have easily found someone else. I take his hands from my waist to push him away from me, but he twists his grip so that hes holding my hand in his. Then he raises it to his lips and kisses my skin. Intense heat rushes exactly where he kisses me, until I think that my face must be on fire. With a dark look thrown my way, he takes my elbows and yanks me into his chest. You have some balls. You know who my father is? Amusement twinkles in his eyes. Yeah. And maybe I dont give a fuck. What? The confidence in his voice stuns me. Its like a club to my head. Logic tells me that he must be brazen or stupid, but I dont know. Hes so fucking sure of himself. Either way, it makes my panties soak in an instant. Youre in the Mafia, I hiss back. I thought I was just a bar owner, he says, smirking. He looks even hotter with that shit-eating grin. #2 Chapter 25 Then, as if he expects it, as if he knows Im just inwardly begging for him to do it, he lowers his head and catches my mouth in his. My heart rams against my chest as his lips touch mine, the kiss deepening as he clenches the back of my neck. Hes softer than Ive ever felt him, but then I feel his tongue, and then I remember that were right in the middle of a fucking caf. Good thing Im quitting. Johnny pulls back with a primal growl in the back of his throat, looking as though hed quite like to strip me down right in the caf. How about it? Do you want another night- -Shh- -Where you scream my name as youe on my cock? He justughs at me when I pound his chest. Come on. Ill take you out. God, I cant fucking stand it even though I know its wrong. Hes wrong. I want him. Every cell in my body screams for him. Were a disaster waiting to happen. If my father finds out- Im not afraid of your father. Sold. I dont know what kind of drugs hes on, but if he doesnt give a shit about the risk hes taking, why should I? I leave the rag on the table as I take his hand, my spirits so high that I could probably fly if I jumped in the air. Theres a car waiting out front, and he opens the passenger door for me, my skin heating when he slides in next to me. I dont know why, but I feel fucking nervous locked in the car with him. I cant believe youre not pissed off about my dad. Johnny shrugs as he slides his arm around my shoulders and draws me closer. I feel his breath on my face and I know that if I turn my head, hell kiss me. I was pissed before, but now I understand. Fucking slick bastard will say anything to get into my pants. He hooks his hand around my thigh and an electrical shock runs straight to my pussy as he tilts my face toward his with just a finger under my jaw. It was inevitable once I felt his hands on me. The spark between us is undeniable. Like flesh on me, like tongue on steel. His lips crush mine as the stubble on his cheek scratches my skin. My heart pounds when he pulls back slightly to look at me with unbridled lust. Ive never been with a man like this. He swallows my gasps as he kisses me again, grabbing my tits through my shirt. His thumb moves roughly over my peaked nipple as a wave of heat rolls over my chest. I yank hispels and feel the heat emanating from his skin. I palm his chest, sliding down his tie as his tongue dazzles my mouth. His tongue slipped inside my pussy that night. Thats all I can think of as he kisses me. My hand settles in hisp, the burning heat now a raging forest fire. I grab his cock, which stiffens in my grip. Johnny digs his fingers in my hair as he rests his forehead against mine, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I love that. The car stops and Johnny pulls away from me, adjusting his cock so that his raging hard-on is not so obvious. My mouth waters as I look at it. He gives me a wink as the driver opens the door, and then I realize how fucked up my hair must be. Oh shit. He stopped us in front of small caf: Momesso. Italian sausage sandwiches. I press my lips into a firm line asughter builds up inside my chest. This must be his idea of a joke. What, were going to eat here?Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Thats the idea. Italian sausage? Is this a joke? He looks at me, smiling. They make really good sandwiches. I dont know. I look around the parking lot for a hint of chrome, because if one of my fathers people saw me with an Italian- Rx. We wont be seen. He holds the ss door open for me with a smile and I walk inside as my stomach clenches over and over. Im already condemned. Johnnys suit shes horribly with the interior. Its an ordinary-looking caf, with stic tables and chairs. Nothing special. Johnny wraps an arm around my waist and bends his head to my ear. Go get us a table. I turn around to see the whole fucking establishment staring at me. Their eyes drop when I catch them, my heart pounding louder than ever. Thats fucking it. Im Googling him when I get home. I dont know who the fuck he is, but obviously hes someone important. High up in the family. I choose a table and watch the cash register. Johnny takes out his wallet and argues with the cashier, who waves his hands. Your money is no good here. I appreciate it. Of course, Mr. Cravotta. Damn. That son of a bitch doesnt have to pay for anything. Momentster he walks to our table with a sexy little smirk that makes my heart flip. He sits down across from me, and he looks at me as though Im the meal even as the worker sets the tes of sandwiches down. The spicy smell of the Italian sausage, split in half in the toasted bun, makes a sudden, sharp pang of hunger hit me. I take it with my hands, but he picks up the stic knife and fork and uses them to cut into the sandwich. What a freak. So, what is this between us? He merely nces up at me. It is what it is. Well, thats a nonanswer. You know my dad would kill you if he found out about this, right? His smile widens and a stab of anxiety hits my chest. Oh, I doubt that very much. I watch as he pops a piece of the sandwich into his mouth and chews, his eyes dancing with mirth. What is he hiding? #2 Chapter 26 This is how its going to be, hon. I want to keep fucking you, but youre right. Daddy cant know about us. My jaw clenches shut and my teeth grind together in my head. Would you stop calling him that? He grins back at me, and for a moment Im perturbed by this guys cavalier attitude. The Devils MC isnt a fucking joke. He seems to be under the delusion that he wont get hurt by my dad, and I cant figure out why. My chest freezes as I wonder what kind of motivation this guy could have for fucking around with the presidents daughter. Is he trying to use me as leverage or something? Youre not using me, are you? My voicees out in a whisper, but he picks up what I said. Dark, intense eyes sh at me. What are you talking about? Why else would you mess around with the presidents daughter? A boyish grin lights up his face. Because shes good at sucking cock, thats why. Dont talk to me like Im some goddamn whore. Im not one of your sluts that you fuck around with. The amusement on his face doesnt falter. It turns me on when you talk back to me like that. What the fuck? I dont care. You treat me with the respect I deserve, or you can spend the night with your hand. He sits back into his chair and cocks his head at me as though hes never seen anything quite like me. Fair enough. Then his voice deepens. Although, a part of me thinks that you actually like the way I talk to you. I think its just your pride telling you that I shouldnt talk to you like this. I can feel sweat beading over my skin as he stares at me as though he can see through my proud disguise. Deep down, Im fucking scared that hes right. That I enjoy every filthy word that flies out of his mouth, no matter how insulting it seems. Why does that scare me so much? He suddenly reaches across the table and just grazes his fingertips over my hand. I clench it into a fist, hating the way my body responds to him. A sweet smile widens his face as keeps looking at me. I dont think youre a whore. I think youre beautiful. I inhale a sharp breath as he shrugs with an apologetic smile that makes me want to leap across the table and tackle him. Damn it, hes a master at seduction. He knows what to say, and exactly when to say it. Like a politician. He should be eating out of my hand. Thats what Im used to. I dont know how to handle him. Fuck, at this point its clear that hes the one handling me. He clears his throat. Lets go. His lips touch the back of my neck, and I feel my skin prickling into a row of goose bumps. My world is ck, but I feel him. Taste him. Hear him sigh as he pushes my hair to the side. My body pulses with need, every surface of me aching to be touched. Ive thought about you all week. Deft fingers touch my shoulders and then slide down my arms. Christ, how does he make everything feel so goddamn erotic? Its not like me to get obsessed over pussy. Put your hands behind your head. I do as he says, feeling that wonderful release as I follow hismands. The cool air makes my nipples contract, but he makes me burn. His palm touches my stomach, and I suck in surprise. Another hand gropes my breast, gently massaging. The ache grows between my legs like a fever. I feel hot and delirious. The hand on my stomach dips down, and down. Excitement ramps up in my chest, and then he slides a finger down my clit, tutting in my ear. So fucking wet for me. You must have it bad for me, huh? The slightly mocking tone makes blood rush to my cheeks. You going to talk all night, or are you going to actually fuck me? I wait for the swift blow of a p, but all I feel is his sigh on my shoulder. I think Ive a solution to your smart mouth. Rough fabric suddenly presses against my lips, and a musky smell invades my nostrils. Is that my fucking underwear? I open my mouth, protesting, and he shoves it inside, pping his hand over my mouth.N?velDrama.Org owns all content. Hold fucking still while I gag you. The terrifying sound of duct tape makes me jump, and then I hear it tear. A sticky substance presses against my skin when he uncovers my mouth and slides it over my lips. He traces them with his fingers and I groan against the duct tape. You want me to fuck you? Tell me. Jackass. Nothing escapes my mouth except for muffled groans. I can just imagine the grin on his face. The warmth of his body disappears for a moment when I hear metal clinking together, and he grabs my arms so that they link behind my back. Then he locks the cuffs around my wrists. The coolness of the metal bites into my skin. He yanks the links, and I fall back against his chest. My handcuffed wrists find his thigh, and then slide up his muscled legs to his rock-hard cock. The fabric that Im sure is my underwear slowly soaks with my saliva. You see how fucking hard you make me? Its a sin, what you do to me. Whatever the fuck that means. His breathing quickens as his voice deepens into a growl, and his grip bes biting. He shoves me forward and Ind on the mattress. Naked, blind, and mute. His body quickly follows, the fabric rough against my skin. I want him so fucking bad. My legs slide on either side of his body, my hands ufortable behind my back, but I dont care about the pain. I care about the ache pounding through my pussy. I hear the sound of his belt unlooping from his cks and his pants hitting the floor. Then I feel his body sinking into the mattress, his bare skin pressing against my legs. His cock lies t against my pussy. I buck against him. Feeling that hardness so close to me is torture. The ache screams for him to adjust his length slightly and drive deep inside me. You want it so fucking badly. With a small chuckle, he adjusts his cock, and I groan into my gag as he barely pushes through, teasing me with his head. His hands scrabble at my ears and suddenly the world explodes with light. Johnnys mocking face hangs over mine. He gently pulses in and out of me, only burying the head of his cock inside me. Its fucking maddening. More, I want more! I want to see you. I use the backs of my heels to dig into his bare ass, but he shakes his head, refusing to budge. His cock teases my pussy, but Im sure its torture for him, too. His lips shake as he moves his hips and stops for a moment to stroke my tits. Bending his head, he takes my nipple in his mouth and bites down hard. Its a sharp pain, but then he draws a circle with his tongue and its as though hes doused my ache in gasoline. I feel it fucking burning, and then his hips jerk and his bulge moves inside me. Not quite enough to make me satisfied. Tell me you want me. I give him a furious look as I twist my hands behind my back. I cant say a fucking word and he knows it. I try to say it anyway, and ites out as muffled nonsense. Heughs. I feel as though my gasp almost hits the air when he suddenly wrenches back my body and impales me with his cock. His whole throbbing length drives into me all the way until hes balls deep. Then he hammers me. My breath is knocked out. Im trying to gasp, but theres a gag in my mouth so I breathe hard through my nose as my heart jackknifes into my chest. His hips m against mine, and he nudges hard, burying that cock as deep as itll go. He swells inside me and Im overwhelmed by the sensations. His lips shake with the energy of holding himself back. #2 Chapter 27 Youre mine. I look into his frenzied eyes for a moment before he buries himself deep inside me again.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Holy shit. I moan hard into the duct tape, my hands screaming with pain as he nails me against the bed. He hoists my legs over his shoulders and looks down at his cock. Bam. Bam. Bam. He keeps hitting me so fucking hard that I feel the jolt in my stomach. The pleasure ramps up, and my breathing quickens, and I want to touch him, but I cant. I want your mouth. I want toe inside that smart mouth. And he rips off the duct tape, wiping the saliva from my mouth as he takes my soaked panties and throws them aside. His lips crush against mine as his hips thrust, and Im taken to a new high. I cant take it anymore. Come for me, baby. He whispers it against my lips. Fuck me harder! His arms wrap around my shoulders and he thrusts with his whole body, pounding my cunt so hard that I scream into the air. I jerk my hands against the cuffs as I feel the wave hit me. Johnny! He knows. He feels my pussy gripping his cock, and then he pulls out and hoists himself so that hes straddling my face. I open my mouth and he slides over my tongue, gripping my hair as he fucks me. Deep moans echo in the room as he gets closer, throbbing inside my throat. Then I feel his gasps shudder into a long, drawn-out moan, and his cock hits the back of my throat. Oh fuck. Warm saltiness fills my mouth as hees. A thrill shoots into my chest as I feel his legs shake, and the possibility that I make this powerful man vulnerable. I swallow his cum as he sighs, smoothing my hair over my head. He pulls out of my lips, and I lick them, savoring his taste. Something between a groan andugh shakes from his chest as he lies down beside me. Youre too fucking good. My face twists. Johnny, my hands. Smiling, he pulls my body over his and grabs the key on the nightstand, unlocking my hands. I put them on either side of his head, and he kisses the faint pink line on my wrist. A swooping feeling makes me weak. I touch his face, sliding my hands through his thick, dark hair, and finally his restless gaze falls on mine. Youre sexy as hell. A pang hits me. Why couldnt he have been an asshole? It hurts because I want him again, but its never going to happen. Not now that Ive lost my job and the only freedom I had. I cant see you again. He rolls his eyes. Sure, whatever. I mean it. Youve said that before. He grins. And look where you are now. Hell, I cant me you. I know Im hot shit. I cant leave thepound anymore. He made me quit that job and theres no way hell allow me to leave for hours anymore without getting followed. A shadow crosses his face. Your dads a real prick. No offense, he tacks on quickly. None taken. I lower my body into his arms andy my head over his chest, closing my eyes. His steady heartbeat pulses into my ear. I should leave, but a voice inside me keeps saying: Just a little longer. A heavy arm wraps around my back and I relish the feeling of being held, that afterglow of sex when youve been fucked into exhaustion. I shouldnt have to live up to anyones standards but my own. Well figure something out. Im having way too much fun with you to give up that easily. Johnnys voice is filled with confidence, but I just dont feel it this time. Its over. Its for the best. Isnt that what people say when something they really want gets ripped away from them? Its for the best. We were a ticking time bomb. Dad was bound to find out, and when he did, Johnny would be dead. So its for the best, really. I sit in one of the booths in the clubhouse, too lonely to just waste away in my room, but angry enough to avoid conversation with anyone. Another week of ying with Johnnys card, folding it and unfolding it so many times that its about to fall apart. Dad has me watched day and night. I cant go to the fucking store without a goddamn chaperone now. No, its not for the fucking best because if the best means surviving in here, I dont want to survive. I want to live. Fucking that mobster, however wrong it might be, made me feel alive. The TV res with some news story, and the vice-presidents voice roars at it. Change the fucking channel. I dont want to look at that fucking wop. I look at the bright TV screen and see a handsome, dark-haired man who looks a hell of a lot like Johnny. Reputed mob boss Johnny Cravotta was sighted attending a charity dinner yesterday. He was seen entering La Cia at seven pmst evening. The image flicks away as someone changes the channel, and I grip the edge of the table and fight everything inside me to scream to change it back. Hes the boss of the Cravotta Crime Family. I fucked a boss. Oh Jesus. Oh my fucking God. And he knew! He knew who I was and went after me anyway. No wonder he wasnt worried about getting caught. Hes only the guy who my father worked with for fucking years. He has Dad under his thumb, just like everyone in the city. And I didnt put two and two together. I feel faint. I feel like Im going to throw up. I stand up, legs shaking, and head for my room, avoiding everybodys face. The things I said to him. I was so disrespectful. If I had known who he was, I would have never approached him. Jesus, what was I thinking? He must have thought I was so cute, having no fucking clue who he was. As soon as Im inside my room, I burst into madughter. I didnt just fuck a boss. I fucked the boss of Montreal. The most powerful man in the city, and I didnt recognize him. To be fair, Ive never seen him before. I try to avoid anything rted to my father. #2 Chapter 28 God, Im such an idiot. I feel so stupid. Now you really cant see him again. If it was any other guy, Dad would throw a fucking fit, but this goes beyond anything hed tolerate. Hed take it as a personal insult. The mattress squeaks as I sit down, twisting my hands in myp. Another pressing worry makes my stomach twist in knots. Its been a week since Ive seen him. My period is a weekte. Its fine, really. Happens sometimes. Right? Then I think about the first night we were together, a week before thest time I saw him. We didnt use a condom. I rise from the bed so quickly that blood rushes to my head and ckness ovees my vision. Color pricks back into my view as I take deep, shuddering breaths. It was only once. It only takes one time, idiot. I have to find out. Now. My footsteps seem oddly loud as I leave my room and head toward the stockroom where we store all our pharmacy supplies. I keep my head down, as if maintaining eye contact with anyone would spill the fact that I fucked the boss of our biggest fucking rival. Everyone would loathe me if this got out. Itd be considered a betrayal. I burst into the small pharmacy, which is manned by a sweet but inconveniently sharp woman. She smiles at me behind a small desk. Ive a headache. All right, well, help yourself. The Tylenol is in the back. I head in that direction while keeping my eyes peeled for pregnancy tests on the shelves. My eyes scour the rows, and then I see them a few rows behind the Tylenol next to all the condoms. Goddamn. I pretend to search for the pills, and then look over my shoulder at her. Her gaze is fixed on me. I cant find-oh, shit. My arm sweeps aside a dozen or so pregnancy tests to the floor, and I stuff two of them in my jacket before I shove the boxes back on the shelf. Shit, shes going to see where I was searching. Her chair scrapes the floor. Did you find it? I pretend to be recing the toothbrushes just as she sweeps behind me. My arm pins to my side, crushing the pregnancy tests to my body. They cant fucking fall. Theyre over here. She leads me to the Tylenol and pops open a bottle for me. Ill just take two. Thanks. I pop them in my mouth. Ill probably need them anyway. Do you want water? You dont look so good, hon. Im fucking fine, except for the fact that I fucked a mob boss and I might be pregnant with his kid. Yeah, okay. Because I cant just swallow two pills without choking, I take the paper cup in my hands and tip the water down my throat. Some of it sshes over my lips. She takes the cup from me with a scandalized look. Thanks. Good god, I must look so goddamn suspicious. I see her walking toward the shelf I was searching as I leave, and my heart seizes. One crisis at a time. At this fucking ce, theres no such thing as privacy. Communal bathrooms, showers, everything for those of us who arent married. Couples get mobile homes with all of that shit. Even the presidents daughter has to take a piss in the midst of ten other women gossiping about shit in the bathroom. I squeeze into a stall and sit down on the toilet seat, trying to keep my legs from shaking. The girls saw mee into the bathroom. They cant fucking know that Im taking pregnancy tests. I open my jacket. I watch one of the tests slip from my hands to fall to the floor, faceup with the brazen logo. FUCK! The sound of the cardboard hitting the tiles grates against my ears. Its so fucking loud. My hand snatches the box immediately and I pray that they didnt fucking look at it. The voices in the bathroom simmer down and I crush the box in my hands, feeling a slow burn on my cheeks. Theres a nervous giggle, and then the talk resumes. I bnce one of the tests on the toilet paper holder and carefully unwrap the other one. Fuck. Its so goddamn loud. I flush the toilet and rip the cardboard box, tearing the stic with my teeth before dumping it in the toilet. Okay. Just pee on the thing and itll be fine. I take the test and grit my teeth as I bnce it on the tampon disposal, grabbing the other box. Fucking hell, now I have the same problem. I hate this ce. The toilets noisy flush covers the sound of me tearing the second box apart, and then I take the second test. Now what? Do I wait here, or do I head back to my room? I could stay here and feign an upset stomach, or I could retreat to my room where anyone could burst in at any second and see the tests lying there, in as day. Fuck it, Ill wait. The minutes tick by slowly as I pick up both tests and stare at the little windows. Please, God. Let me not be fucking pregnant.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Then it happens. Faint pink lines hover over the window like a shadow, bing more and more clear. Two ungodly pink pluses. Two positive tests. Just my fucking luck. Its hard to breathe now. I have to bite down on my fist to keep myself from crying out. I fucked a mob boss and Im pregnant with his kid. #2 Chapter 29 Oh yeah, Im screwed. JOHNNY Le Zinc is probably my most frequent haunt. Its one of my favorite restaurants, and it should be, considering I hired the kitchen staff. Good food is important to me, and thats why this ce is fucking packed. Theye to this restaurant in droves. I cant me them. Everything is streamlined. Modern. The food is great. You can smoke. You can bring your own wine. But some donte for the great food or the service. Theyre tourists. They watch an episode of Sopranos or they read the Montreal Gazette, and they know that this is a connected joint. Fucking Hollywood. What a joke. Anyway, one of those assholes sits in the restaurant with a baseball cap. Afucking baseball cap. And he holds his smartphone in my direction. Im trying to have a meeting with my captains in this ce, and that jerk-off is taking pictures of me. With that fucking baseball cap on his stupid head. Its disrespectful. Hold on a second. I interrupt Fran?ois with a hand as I stand up from the booth, smooth over my suit, and walk in the direction of that jackass. His head perks up as he sees meing, frowning at me. I can just imagine what I must look like to this prick. When I reach his table, I grit my teeth in an attempt to smile. Do not make a fucking scene. Be polite. Excuse me. That probably never sounded so hostile. Take off the hat, please. His mouth opens stupidly. Its my hat, and Ill wear it if I want. How is this moron still breathing? Dont be a jerk. This is a nice restaurant. Our eyes meet for a tense moment and for a minute I think hes going to back down, but then he shakes his head. The veins in my head are about to pop. I reach up and cuff the side of his head. It flies off and flutters to the ground. What the fuck? The other diners look up from their meals at the sound of themotion, and then Shit For Brains stands up with his fists raised. Dont touch me! Cute. Get out of my fucking restaurant. Before I drag you out the back and beat the shit out of you. He obviously has no idea who I am, but his friend does. He gets up from the table and yanks Shit For Brains arm. Thats Johnny Cravotta. Oh. I almost want tough at his wide, horrified eyes, and the way his whole body detes. He puts his hands behind his back and his shoulders slump, almost as if hes bowing. Im sorry, sir. I didnt know who you were. Get the fuck out. He nods and bends down for the hat, but I step on it, viciously grinding all the dirt and shit from the sidewalks on that fuckers hat. Then I step back. Theres your fucking hat. Now get out. His eyes splinter with a sh of resentment, and he hesitates near my feet. I have to hold myself back, but the cool fire inside me recedes when he puts that fucking dirty cap on his head and walks out like a beaten dog. I reach into my pocket and throw money on the table for the waitress, and then I walk back to my captains, who give me appreciative smirks. People who know me say Im cruel, but everything I do is necessary. Even humiliating that dumb fuck in my restaurant. I need to set a precedent. I am always being watched. And I am always watching them. I learned that from my father. Prick. I sit back down at the table without a fuss, and we continue our meeting, but my mind is elsewhere. What about the bikers? The question snaps me in two. What? Les Diables. Shouldnt we give them a taste? My hackles settle down and I lean back into my chair. I told Carlos that the airport was off limits. Thats all he needs to know. Im not giving him a cent. Its our fucking territory. Fran?ois shifts in his seat, looking ufortable. He has people working for him at the airport. I dont know, John. He has the gall to question me in front of all my captains. I didnt ask for your fucking opinion. The men around the table go quiet as Fran?ois sits back, looking subdued. All due respect, John, he has a point.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. My consigliere Sal mutters in my ear as blood pounds in my head. Im not giving that fucking asshole a penny. If they knew how prejudiced he was against Italians, theyd be on my side. There are two kinds of heists. Ones where there are no witnesses, and ones where everybody gets caught. I grind my cigarette into the ashtray. I dont trust bikers. Not even to pay them off. They stay in the fucking dark. My capos nod at me and my eyes sweep the restaurant. Over their heads I see something that almost gives me a heart attack. Maya stands in the foyer, looking more than a little lost. I can make out her fantastic ass from over here, because her ck jeans wrap around her like a second skin. She doesnt call me in a fucking week, and then she just decides to show up like this? Where any of her fathers people can see her? Christ, I dont need this right now. But I cant pretend it doesnt give my ego a boost to see her wave off the hostess and march toward my table. Male heads turn as she walks past tables. She wears a slight frown as the guards stop her before she gets to me. And I wave them away. My captains nce at her. And then they look again. My mood lifts to the sky. Yeah, thats the girl Im fucking. Well, look whos here. I guess this means you finally figured out Im not a bar owner. #2 Chapter 30 Oh, Maddon!N?velDrama.Org is the owner. A chorus ofughter erupts around me as Maya takes a timid step forward, her eyes dark with eyeliner. She wears a white tank top that puts her tits on disy, and I think I can make out one of the bruises I gave her with my teeth, still yellow on her skin. Down, boy. We need to talk. I raise an eyebrow as the guys seated around me give me knowing smirks, because thats basically code for, Im pissed off. This isnt the best time, hon. She crosses her arms over her chest. Its urgent. I roll my eyes, but inwardly Im uneasy. What made her desperate enough for her toe all the way here? All right. Guys, give me a couple minutes. They stand up and scrape back their chairs as they move away. Maya shakes her head when I pat the seat next to me. We need to talk in private. It has to be about her fucking father, right? Now Im pissed off at myself for allowing this stupid affair to continue the moment I found out who she was. It was fucking risky. Im endangering my rtionship with Les Diables, but I couldnt help it. Just had to have her. Even now my blood pounds through my veins as if Ive had too much wine. She has that effect on me. Okay, lets go into my office. So that I can fuck your brains out. I stand up from the booth, unable to tolerate another second of being next to her and not touching her. I palm the small of her back, and she stiffens. Goddamn it. She knows who I am for five fucking minutes, and her attitude toward me does a 180-degree turn. It pisses me off. We walk past the kitchens, and then I open the door to the managers office. Maybe shes still down to fuck. Its the perfect ce, really. I could bend her over the desk, or have her straddle me in my chair. I realize that I can see the outline of her bra against her tank top. My mouth is dry. Jesus Christ, this girl turns me on without even trying, but she doesnt look like shes in the mood. Her whitened face turns toward me and she takes a big, shaking breath. Okay, first of all, Im sorry for everything I said. I didnt know who you were. So thats what this is about? She jumps when I grab the head of her chair, my hands on either side of her. Her nostrils re and her pupils turn into pinpricks. Im used to this. Used to people being fucking terrified of me, but I hate seeing it on her. Stop. You have to believe that I wouldnt have said any of those things. Please, dont take it out on my father. A sick feeling roils in my stomach. As much as its amusing to see the proud, shit-talking girl grovel at my feet, its also-sad. I liked you better when you didnt know who I was. Its a fucking cold thing to say, but she doesnt flinch. Now get the fuck out of my office. Im sick and tired of meeting the same woman everywhere. I liked her when she talked back to me. It was so much more satisfying to win her submission from her, than to receive it immediately like a fucking tribute. No! I havent even told you what I came to tell you. Well, fucking say it. She opens and closes her mouth. You-you should sit down. Now shes got me keyed up. I dont like the way shes looking at me. Its as though she expects me to smack her around. A small shock runs through me when her eyes well with tears. Theyre like two dark pools. Tears streak down her face. Jesus. The energy goes out of my limbs. I sit down next to her and squeeze the back of her neck. What is it? But she just cant say it. She cant even look at me. Her hands cover her face and she shakes her head. What the fuck is it? Then she uncovers her face and shoves her hand through her purse. Im bewildered at her antics. She grabs my palm and shoves something stic in my hand. What the fuck is this? There are two of them. Theyre rectangr pieces of stic with positive pink signs. They look like- Oh fuck. It feels as though Im falling. Theres no ground at my feet. The office doesnt exist. I can only see my shaking hand, holding those two pregnancy tests. Both of them positive. Youre pregnant? Yes. Its mine? Her voice seems toe from far away. Yeah. Youre sure? Yes, Im fucking sure. Youre the only guy Ive been with in years. The tests tremble in my hand. Im shaking. I never shake. I can count on my hand the times Ive been afraid in my life, but nothinges close to the threat of actually bing a father. How the fuck did this happen? We didnt use a condom that first time. #2 Chapter 31 Oh Jesus. Shes right. I was so worked up-we both were-and I came inside her without wrapping my dick first. Fucking moron. Does your father know? Of course not! A look of terror shes over her face. I can only imagine the shit storm that would cause. To hell with that. What am I going to do? First, make sure shes actually pregnant. Maya doesnte off as a crazy chick, but she could have easily swiped the tests from someone else. I wouldnt even be angry if thats what happened. Come on. Lets go. I toss the tests in the trash and take her hand. Where are we going? To get you tested by a doctor. Im barely quelling the panic building up inside me. I might have knocked up a girl I barely know, a girl who is the daughter of my strongest ally. Hell never forgive this. Jesus Christ, how could I be so fucking stupid? I lead her back into the restaurant and my men look for me at once. Be fucking cool. Chris, I need my car. I wont need a driver. Course. Chris slips from his stool and sweeps away without another word. The rest of them give me curious looks that I ignore. Even though Im the boss, this is the sort of gossip that would spread. Johnny Cravotta knocked up the princess of Les Diables. You dont know that for sure yet. I grip her hand so tightly that Im sure its painful, but she doesnt make a sound until I lead her outside. The fear in her eyes makes my heart gallop. We dont know anything for sure, Maya. She closes her eyes and two bitter tears squeeze from them. The wind almost takes them away, but I wipe them with my thumbs. I think its pretty fucking certain. Fuck. You can fucking panic when we get the actual results. Fifteen minutes. Thats how long it takes for the results of a pregnancy test with ny-nine percent uracy. I cant sit down and wait. I pace the small room as Maya sits on the bench in her paper gown. Even though theres only a thin piece of paper covering her naked body, Im in no fucking mood. She clenches her fists. Will you stop pacing? I stop in my tracks and throw a re at her. Oh, so now you grow a pair of balls? Youre making it worse. Maybe Im being an asshole. I should be sitting down at her side, holding her hand or some shit. I dont fucking do the handholding shit. Thats just never been one of my needs. I like to fuck, but Im not affectionate. As I stand there, though, the guilty feeling burns like acid. Like too much tequ sitting in an empty stomach. I cant just let her sit there alone. Her lip trembles as I walk closer to her, and Iy my hand on her head. I bend my lips to her forehead and I kiss her. It levels out my nerves. She inhales a gasp as the door creaks open and even I dig my fingers in her hair, heart pounding. The nurse walks in with a sheaf of paper, and in two seconds I rip it out of her hands. Sir, excuse me-! My eyes scan the massive sheet of text- POSITIVE.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. There it is in big, bold letters. Maya stands up. What the fuck does it say? She grabs for the page, but Im still holding on to it and she tears it in half. The nurse clucks in disapproval. I was going to tell you that yes, youre pregnant. Congrattions! A strange feeling goes through me as I keep staring at the piece of paper. Im going to be a father. A father, for Christs sake. This is what I wanted, isnt it? And then a voice sighs in my head. Finally. Relief floods my veins. Ive spent years chasing pussy after my two failed marriages, and a family is what I always wanted. This was never how I imagined it. The sound of crumpling paper snaps me out of it. Maya inhales a huge gasp and hurls the paper from her, and then she breaks into loud sobs. At least one of us is happy about this. Ill-er-leave you two- Get the fuck out! I rake my fingers through my hair as Maya screams at the nurse, who gives her an extremely offended look. Fuck. Ill pay her off,ter. #2 Chapter 32 The nurse ms the door behind her and I turn toward Maya. I step forward and she backs away, tears streaming down her face.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. No! I grab her before she can take another step and pull her into my arms. I smooth the back of her head as she finally gives in and slides her hands around my middle. Another throbbing stab of guilt hits me, and its horrible because I rarely feel bad about the shit I do. This has got to be one of the worst things Ive done. Shes going to get so much shit. We have-we have to get an abortion. I curl my fingers into her hair, suddenly hit by gut-wrenching nausea. Its what Ive wanted-for years-and its about to be ripped away from me. I pull back from her. No. Why not? Give me one good reason why I should keep it? Her shrill voice rises to the ceiling, stabbing my ears as she res at me. Because I want this baby. No, you dont. Yes, I do. My heart ms against my chest. Im older than you, sweetheart. This is something Ive wanted for a long time, but I could never find the right girl. She shakes her head, looking miserable. Im not the right girl. I dont care. Youre pregnant with my kid, and Im going to take care of you. I will support you. No, this is a disaster waiting to happen. Something painful twists inside my chest. It doesnt have to be. Im going to get an abortion. You cant stop me! Thats right, I cant. No matter what I say or do, she can do whatever the fuck she wants. It kills me, and the venom in her voice makes it worse. Ill fucking admit that it hurts me a little to hear that violent reaction from her. Disaster. A baby isnt a disaster. Its a gift. Mayas hand reaches for my face and she touches my jaw. Im sorry, I didnt mean to- Do you want this because the baby is mine? Or because you dont want kids? My hands tremble as I watch her open mouth, waiting for her answer. This isnt about you. Hell kill me. M-maybe if I say that someone else got me pregnant- Are you trying to piss me off? No! I will be the babys father. I am not going to fucking hide like a coward. I push myself off from the wall, disgusted that shed even suggest pinning the pregnancy on someone else. Im no fucking coward. Hell never be okay with it if youre the father. I clench my fists so hard that I can feel my nails digging into my palms. Well get engaged. Well tell him together. Her mouth drops open. Are you insane? Im trying to save both our rtionships with your father. Marrying you is the right thing to do. Hell be even more pissed if I dont take care of his daughter- Im not fucking marrying you. I dont even know you. Im not sure I even like you. I hate to break it to you, but that doesnt mean shit. You get a girl pregnant, you marry her. End of fucking story. What century do you live in? The century where you are fucked without me. She backs against the wall, her chest pulsing as I trace the edge of that stupid paper gown, following the neckline as my finger sweeps over the tops of her breasts. Could I have let her go, even if she wasnt knocked up? Thats not what everyone else does. You and me are not like everyone else. A row of goose bumps spreads over her skin. I lean into her body, my cock stirring to life as her curves press against me. My lips find her neck and I kiss a hot trail, feeling her heartbeat. She sighs when I kiss the shell of her ear. Your dad is going to disown you when he finds out, and youll have nowhere to go but my house. I wont let you in unless you agree to get engaged. I soften my words with a kiss to her cheek. It blooms with color as she jerks her head to the side, away from my face. Im not going to marry someone I barely know. You think I want to get married again? Its the way it is. Her lip curls, and I take her jaw in my hand. Face it, Maya. You belong to me now. You were your fathers, and now youre mine. My mouth falls on those pouting lips that swallowed my cum the other night, and I reach up to her neck where theres a little tear in her paper gown. The tear drives me nuts, and I yank it. It makes a loud, ripping sound, and I keep yanking until two ripped halves hang from her shoulders. The paper drapes over her tits, hiding her nipples. I see her thighs glistening, and then I tear the rest of her gown so that it falls into pieces on the ground. Im going to fuck her. Right here in this doctors office. #2 Chapter 33 She crushes her mouth against mine, her tits ttening against my chest. Her hands rip my expensive jacket from my shoulders and it falls to the floor like the cheap paper gown. We cant-she could be back any minute! You think I care?Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. I wrap one arm around her back and lift her legs with the other, carrying my woman to the examination table. The paper crinkles as Iy her down, and my cock jumps as I see herid out like that for me. She really is gorgeous. I love the way her tits sit on her chest, and I get up on the stool to grab them. Im going to fuck you hard and fast. I yank down my cks and pull my cock out, fisting it. No need for a condom anymore. I grip the base as her legs wrap around me. Then I slip my length along that pink cunt, massaging her clit as my hands run up her sides. How do you like that? Maya shuts her eyes. Youre insane. Its true. Ive never been this crazy for pussy. Thest few years have been all about getting my dick wet, but never the same woman. Never would I have considered tracking a girl down to fuck her again. I take it slow. My head pushes its way through, her walls squeezing me tight, already wet and ready to go. I grab her hips and bury every inch of me inside her. I love the gasps she makes when Im all the way inside. I love the way her tits bounce when I start to thrust. She lets out a shout and I p my hand over her mouth as she looks at me, horrified. I love it when you scream for me, but this isnt the right ce. She moans into my hand as her body jerks with every hammer of my hips. Her cunt is perfectly wet and tight. It grips my dick as though it doesnt want me to pull out. I pound her hard, keeping myself there for a moment as her eyes ze over. Then I move my hand so that my fingers y with her lower lip. Johnny. Fuck. The way she says my name. My heartbeat pounds through my dick so hard that Im sure she can feel it. Its a constant ache, and Im slowly losing myself. Its such a relief to just let everything go. The only thing I want to concentrate on is getting my cum inside my woman. Yes, theres no question about that now. She belongs to me. Shellin and fight, but shelle to me. Her father wont give her a choice. I cant take the sound of her groans, which we arent bothering trying to keep quiet anymore. My hands find her tits and grope them. I drag my tongue over them. She twists my hair and pulls so fucking hard that I wince. Harder! Then I bury my face in her tits, my legs straining as I thrust once. Im shoved over the edge, and so is she, judging by the way she rips out my hair. Oh my God. I feel her pussy clenching around my dick as Ie inside her. The hot jets burst into her as euphoria fogs my brain. I breathe hard against her skin and kiss her over and over. Her chest keeps shuddering with huge gasps as her muscles spasm around me. Why the fuck did we do this? I get the feeling that shes not just referring to me nailing her in a doctors office. I raise my head, grinning at her. You came to me. You wanted me? Well, now you have me. This doesnt change anything. She struggles to sit upright and I wrap an arm around her back, her face growing pink as I stare at her. What do you mean, it doesnt change anything? She sets her lips into a firm line. I havent decided what to do yet, but Im definitely not going to marry you. I think youll change your tune once you realize how badly your dad will react to this. I dont care. Im not ready to get married. Im only twenty-two. I grind my teeth as she sets her jaw stubbornly. This isnt about whether youre ready, or love, or any of that shit. She bends over and snatches her clothes from the ground. Im d to see that my feelings matter so much to you. Youre right, they dont matter. Our feelings rank pretty low on my priority list. You really want to start a fucking war because of your pride? That holds her gaze for a few moments. Im not going to say anything to my dad, and neither will you. Yeah, how long do you think youre going to be able to hide this? You need doctor visits- Stop it, she says through her teeth. Ultrasounds, prenatal care, all that shit. Im going to be there with you. Maya shoves her legs into her jeans, muttering to herself. I slide myself back in my cks and zip them up. Ill call you and let you know whatever I decide. Maya grabs her purse, and I take her forearm before she can straighten up. When am I going to see you again? Christ, I hate not being in control. Maya shrugs and licks her lips. I dont know. A beautiful flush spreads over her chest as I reel her in and wrap my arms around her waist. She touches the damp skin of my neck, both of us smelling like sex. Then she raises her head and gently kisses my lips. Her mouth is soft, and it makes my skin tingle. A mere ten, fifteen minutes since I came inside her, and I want her again. Dont make mee after you. My patent-leather shoes crunch the dead grass over the silent graveyard. Its Sunday. Family day. Im supposed to be at my mas, but instead Im drinking a bottle of bourbon like a fucking drunk degenerate as I think about my old man. The knowledge that Im going to be a father really fucks with my head. Im cautiously optimistic. The sane part of me is screaming to the sky. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOURE GOING TO RUIN YOUR LIFE! Just like my dad, eh? #2 Chapter 34 Ie across his grave. Its a t piece of stone, and I spit out a stream of alcohol. It stters on the date. He died just before I became boss. My old man was a captain. I worshipped him. It still burns, even after all these years. I died that night. I made him kneel and put my gun against his head. He didnt beg. He knew what he had done, what would have happened to me. His fucking son. I shot him. I watched his brains stter the pavement and immediately felt unsatisfied. He went so quickly, and I didnt feel anything. Just rage. Then I pretended to grieve with my ma, even when everyone in the family knew what I had done. When your own father puts a hit out on you because youre getting too big, you lose faith in humanity. He was my hero and he betrayed me for the scared, weak old men who couldnt handle the fact that a young made guy was a rising star. Bringing in millions of dors a week. Attracting media attention. I was smart. Most guys are good earners. I was the best. Take it from me: being the best makes you a target. Not just from men-women, too. They want a piece of you. The wind howls a bitter sound in my ears as my eyes burn, staring at that fucking que. I wish he was alive so I could kill him again. Then I upend the bottle of bourbon and let it ssh all over the grave. It spills over the grass and soaks into the dead des. See youter, Papa. Fuck him. I walk back to my car, where Chris waits outside. Lets go to Tonys house. Then I enter the car without another word and Chris drives off. My stomach bubbles angrily. Im going to be a father. I just know Maya wont have it in her to get rid of it. As much as I hate to admit it, I need to talk to someone. He wont be happy to see me. I let Tony Vidal leave the family to save face. Its a long story, but he knows exactly what Im going through.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. And Im a little bit drunk. We stop in front of Tonys house in the suburbs of Terrebonne half an hourter. I get out and tell Chris to wait in the car, and then I walk up the neatly trimmedwn. My fist hammers on the door, and in a few seconds I hear a feminine voice. Coming! Shit. His wife. She hates my fucking guts. A slight woman wearing a summer dress yanks open the door, her face falling into disgust when she recognizes me. Youre not wee here. Fuck. Elena, I just want to talk to Tony. He left the family. This has nothing to do with the family. I just want to talk to him, I swear. Suddenly a babys squalling voice echoes in the house, and Elena looks over her shoulder toward the noise. A tall hulk of a man walks into the hallway, carrying the baby in his huge arms. Surprise registers in his voice. Johnny. Hey, Tony. Do you mind if Ie in? He frowns but nods in approval, earning him a re from his wife. I step inside and give Elena a jerk of my head as I walk toward Tony. The baby waves its fat fists in the air and gurgles at its father, who smiles. Amy, say, Hi!'' She gives me a toothless smile and I cant help but return it. Shes beautiful. Thanks. Elena walks up to her husband and takes Amy from his arms, ring at me as she walks upstairs. Sigh. Tony gives me an apologetic smile. Whatever. I cant fault her for hating me. He jerks his head and I follow him into his office. The moment the door closes, he rounds on me. So what is this, John? Why are you here? Cant he just look at me without the fucking judgment in his eyes? I fucked up pretty bad. Tony tenses as I sink into his leather couch. He sits across from me and licks his lips. What happened? A painful grin stretches across my face. I knocked up a girl. Oh. He smiles at me. Thats it? I knocked up the daughter of the president of Les Diables. My words hang in the air for a second and Tonys mouth stretches into a smile, as if he expects me to burst out, Kidding! Youre serious? Yeah. Holy fuck- Yeah. Thats really bad. I give him a pointed look. #2 Chapter 35 And you gave me so much shit for knocking up a made guys girl. Remember? My face heats up at his grin. Completely different circumstances. I didnt know who she was at first. His deepughs rebound loudly in the small room. At first?This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. I was thinking with my dick. A huge hand covers his mouth as he tries to stifle hisughter. Laugh it up, prick. Its not really that funny. No, its just very dj vu for me. I sigh loudly. Well, whats done is done. The question is, how are you going to handle it? My fingers tap the leather on the arm of the sofa. I dont know. Normally in these situations, with a hostile person like Carlos, Id just kill him. Get rid of him. But I cant just fucking kill the president of Les Diables without someone noticing. Without war. Do you think getting engaged would cool him off? Tony grimaces. I dont know, John. You should talk to Sal. Sal hasnt been through this. Hes your consigliere. Everyone is going to find out anyway. She wanted to get an abortion. I think I talked her out of it. What? Why would you do that? I look up from the sofa, incredulous. You have a daughter. Yeah, but- I want this kid. I want what you have. Well, then you dont need to exin yourself. Youre the boss. You do whatever the fuck you want. True, but there are limits. Like dont-fuck-my-daughter limits. And I just fucking bulldozed over that one. Do you like the girl? I look at him. I barely know anything about her. Other than shes a greaty and I cant get enough of her body. I think about harnessing that wild, proud girl. Putting a ring on her finger. Getting to fuck her whenever I want. Doesnt sound so bad. Its the other shit that Im worried about. Her fathers reaction to knocking up his precious daughter. Ill probably have to meet him with her. Exin what happened. Do it on neutral ground. Hell blow your fucking head off in that fortress. Im not an idiot. Meeting Carlos doesnt scare me, but Im vaguely worried for Maya. Im not sure how free Carlos is with his hands, and shes carrying my kid. Every cell inside me wants to drive up to Sorel-Tracy right now and take her to my apartment, where I know shell be safe. I dont know much about her, but the thought of her being in pain because of me makes me fucking sick. I need to protect her. Tony gives a beady look. Things might go south with Les Diables. And if they do, I might have to kill Mayas father. MAYA Lined-up cigarettes burn like candles as I hold the me to them, lighting up the whole row. The white paper wrinkles, turning a smoky, dark color as the small fire licks the head. At first I thought Id have a cigarette. Its been years since I kicked the habit, but something about an unwanted pregnancy with a Mafia don made me want to inhale a lungful of cancerous smoke. I held it up to my lips and thought about the tiny life growing inside me that I just couldnt make a decision about. I couldnt draw a single breath of that shit because of one thought running through my head. Itll hurt the baby. The baby. Not the soon-to-be-aborted fetus. Baby. I look across the neatly trimmedwn of Parc Mont Royal, staring at the cigarettes quietly burning on the des of grass. The best, sanest course of action would be to get a goddamn abortion. Get rid of it before Dad finds out about it and raises hell, but I just cant bring myself to do it. Theres no rhyme or reason behind it. I just cant. What the fuck do I do now? Marry that crazy asshole? Hell no. You can take care of this yourself without him. Across the field, a man wearing a leather cut makes a beeline toward me, his steel-toed boots obliterating the grass. He treks right through happy couples sitting down, having pics, his heated eyes trained on me. Here we fucking go. Theres no point in running. I stand up and extinguish the cigarettes with my shoes, picking my purse off the ground. Heaviness settles in my chest as I recognize Chuck through that dirty blonde beard and his shoulder-length hair. That pigeon tattoo on his shoulder is a dead giveaway, but Im d its just him. How did you find me? Chuck stops a foot away from me, crossing his arms. I know all your haunts. Lets go, little girl. Little girl? A ripple of anger runs through me. Dad must be pretty pissed, I add casually as we walk toward his bike. #2 Chapter 36 I watch his face carefully, but its hard to notice anything behind that wild beard. He doesnt say a word and a chill runs down my spine. Hes not happy. Just like hes not happy whenever you run off. Yeah, Im just doing this to piss off my old man. Im not trying to run off. Im trying to live my life. Youre putting yourself in danger every time you take off by yourself. In danger? What fucking danger? From the hot guys who want to get their dicks wet? I climb behind Chuck on his bike and wrap my arms around him, gritting my teeth when the engine roars into life. What should I say when I get back? Dads going to want a reason why I left the fortress and returned muchter than I said I would. Again. Oh, sorry, Dad. I just had to meet with the guy who knocked me up, who happens to be the bane of your existence. My arms dig into Chucks abdomen as he bikes out of the city. My hair whips around my head as we drive on the freeway and finally take the exit twenty minutester. Then I lean forward as he rides up the winding path to the fortress, my heart mming against his back as the huge gates roll into view. They creak open automatically and Chuck drives into thepound, kicking up dust. Theres a small gathering of people hanging outside the clubhouse when Chuck parks his bike and I slide off the seat. They look away when I re daggers at anyone staring at me. Im sure they think that Im some kind of nuisance. A waste of their resources. The bitchy daughter whos always going off by herself to do God knows what without an escort. I walk straight into the clubhouse, ignoring those who wave to me as I seek out my bedroom. The noise almost cuts out when I m the door shut and rake my hands through my hair, ncing at my meager possessions. This is what my life has be. Small bits of freedom. A breather here and there before being dragged back to this ce that I hate. The drugs. The alcohol. The strippers. A ball of hot shame grows inside me at the thought of actually raising my baby in this ce. God, the baby. Johnny was wrong. This is a disaster. Loud footsteps crash down the corridor and my insides tense as I recognize the sound of those heavy boots. I sit up straight. Jesus, it sounds as though theres an elephant thundering down the hallway. The door smashes open and I dont even blink. Mom crashes through the door with Dad, whose face is purpled with rage. What now? STUPID FUCKING CUNT! Carlos, stop! I stand to my feet, electrified. He throws Mom from his arm, and she makes a painful whimper as her head hits the wall. Its not as though I havent seen him do it dozens of times before, but somehow it feels worse because shes defending me. Dont touch her, you fucking bastard! He whirls on me, spittle flying from his mouth. I KNOW WHERE YOU WERE! I cross my arms as a thrill runs through me. What? Why the fuck were you at Le Zinc? So they saw me at the restaurant. Shit. I put on a bored voice. Some people like to eat out, Dad. He snarls in my face, jabbing my chest with his finger. Dont you fucking lie to me. I was having lunch. With a friend. A friend. He spits it out as if I uttered a disgusting swearword. You fucking stupid bitch. You said that already. Youre meeting Johnny Cravotta behind my back to hurt the MC. I p his hand away from my face. No, Im not! Are you going to stand there and lie to me? Im not-! What the fuck did you tell that greaseball? Okay, this is a lot worse than I thought it was. He lunges at me before I can dodge, and his thick hands wrap around my throat, squeezing hard. I scratch at his fingers as I gulp for breath, fighting back for all Im worth. He pins me down. My head grinds against the dirty floor and my mothers screams ring in my ear as ckness pricks at the edge of my vision. TELL ME! Stop! Fucking stop it! Get off me! She cant breathe! The screams be a distant roar. I cant see-I cant hear. My lungs burn. Fuck, it hurts. I w at my fathers face and the pressure on my throat relieves. I roll to my side as oxygen punches my brain and all my senses return. My chest heaves great breaths as Dad crouches over me. Start fucking talking. A surge of vicious hatred that Ive never known before consumes everything. I dont give a fuck about what he does to me. I was on a date- I gasp.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. What? #2 Chapter 37 I was on a date with the Italian guy Im fucking. The look on his face is priceless. Stunned doesnt quite cover it. Shocked beyond belief doesnt either. Youre lying. Im not lying. Ive never wanted to tell the truth about anything more in my life. I want to rub it in his face andugh at his pain. An Italian? Yeah, I met a guy at a bar and he was Italian-and connected with the mob. You know what, Dad? He was a real gentleman. He told me exactly what he wanted to do with me- Shut the fuck up. I went to his house. He fucked me really good- His hand strikes my face. And again. The blows rain on my head, knocking me into the cheap plywood floor. Stars burst in my vision. DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? No! Mom backs away from him as he raises his fist and res at me. You-you let one of those disgusting people touch you- He wasnt disgusting. STOP TALKING! Why should I? Since you care so much about who gets to touch my pussy, maybe I should tell you more about how amazing he was in bed. My father cant even produce aplete sentence. FUCKING-BITCH! CUNT! I let hime inside my mouth! You sick, twisted bitch. Let the whole fucking club hear about it. I dont give a flying fuck if they know I sucked Johnny Cravottas cock and loved it. I had some fun for the first time in my goddamn life, and you cant stand it. Youre the one who cant keep it in his fucking pants, so dont you dare tell me who I can and cant fuck! I scream at his furious face and grab the hair-cutting scissors on my nightstand. SHUT UP! I stab at him with the scissors, but he grabs my wrist and twists it painfully. The bones grind together as he grips me hard and wrenches mercilessly. A sharp pain sears up my elbow and I scream. I need to get out. A crashing sound pierces my ears and I see Mom cracking my ceramic vase over Dads head. His vise grip loosens and I shove him aside. Fucking crazy bitch! I scramble to my feet and grab the baseball bat hidden behind my bed. DONT! Bits of ceramic crumble from his head as he dazedly gets to his feet, looking at me with a hatred so poisonous I feel it turning my stomach. You fucked a goddamn guinea. Some slick-haired, provolone, cock-sucking dago. A small smile twitches on my face at the thought of what Johnny might say if he knew my father called him a dago. I did. And I loved it. Fuck you. Its like waving a red g in front of an enraged bull. His screams seem to shake the walls, and I tighten my grip over the baseball bat. YOURE A FUCKING DISGRACE! I should fucking kill you! He reaches for his hip and I hurl the bat at him. I crash into the door, seized with adrenaline as his screams of fury follow me down the hall. My body smashes into the people hanging outside the door and I shove them aside. Get out of my way! My shoulder ms into someone. She flies from me and crashes on the floor. I skirt around her, sprinting toward the door. Something explodes over my head and I cover my face as ss shards sprinkle down. A picture frame sizzles with a small, round hole and I cant make any sense of it. Then another st, and a rush of air beside my hand.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. I whirl around and see Dad aiming a gun at my head. Mom grabs his arm, wrenching it, sobbing and pleading. He shoves her aside like a bear batting away his cub. The air freezes. My chest doesnt move and I hold my breath, waiting for him to pull that trigger, to end my life exactly how he ended so many others before mine. Carlos, what the hell are you doing, man? A gentle but firm voice rings out in the clubhouse, and my dads head wheels toward Chuck. My daughter is none of your concern. Shes a member of this club. Who fucked an Italian! Red-rimmed eyes turn toward me again. I cant believe you let one of those slimy fucks touch you. I find my voice somehow. Theyre not all bad. OF COURSE THEY ARE! The gun trembles in his hand. I cant look at you without feeling sick to my stomach. Same here, asshole. Carlos, calm down. A gunshot cracks the air, the sound splitting my head in two. I drop to the ground, because I must be dead. He was aiming the gun at me. Then I look over the dirty floor and I see Chuck lying on the floor. Screams hit my ears as the numbness fades. A dark-red pool spreads as Chuck lies in the dust like a dog. His face looks like parchment, thats how white it is. ssy eyes search for me as his wheezing breaths echo sharply in the clubhouse. #2 Chapter 38 The man who was always patient with me looks at me, his hand outstretched. He mouths something: Run. Dad looks at him in disbelief. It was an ident. He didnt mean to. My face screws up in pain. You fucking bastard. The gun aims toward me. He meant to kill me. I get up to my feet and I burst out of the clubhouse, sprinting so hard that I cant hear anything but my breathing. I head for those tall iron gates. Julien mans them, and he stiffens when I slide to a halt in front of him. What happened? I heard- Let me the fuck out! I bang my elbows on the gate. Any second my dads going toe flying out of the clubhouse and fire into my back. I cant just- OPEN THE FUCKING GATE! I dont bother to wipe the tears running down my face. I just smash the bars over and over again. If only I had the strength to rip them down for good. These fucking bars have kept me in for too long. All right. Jesus. He rolls the gate open. It seems to take an eternity for it to open wide enough for me to squeeze through the narrow opening. MAYA! My fathers voice hits me like a spear to my knees, and I fall down. My knee ms into the concrete and I feel the grit digging into my flesh. Get up, damn it. Shit, Im so exposed here. Nothing but sheer adrenaline makes me sprint down the road until my lungs and legs burn. I reach town after a quarter of an hour, my lungs so tight that I cant draw any more breath. Crippling nausea hits me and I retch on the side of the road. I need a payphone, but I dont have a dime on me. All I have is Johnnys phone number because I carry that folded piece of paper everywhere I go. And I have nowhere to go now. No wallet. No money. Nothing. Calling him is thest thing I want to do. I wanted to be on my own for a little while, but now that my fathers gone psycho- Pain clenches my heart and my chest shakes as I desperately draw in breath. I dont know if Chuck is alive, but if hes dead its my fault. I goaded my father, and all Chuck ever did was protect me. Hold my hand when we crossed the street. He wiped more than a few tears from my cheek. Fuck no. I cant think about this shit. A glint of metal catches my attention, and I bend over to scrape the shiny coin from the pavement. Nickel. It pings on the street as I drop it and walk down the sidewalk of the industrial town built around the fortress. The houses here are all low ie, or they were before they were abandoned to rot. Crumbling streets. I stub my toes on the uneven sidewalks and keep my eyes peeled for a fucking telephone booth, or a diner, or something. Then a see a grubby little sports bar, and its open. I stumble inside the dark room and my nostrils wrinkle at the faint smell of piss. Can I use your phone? The bartender takes one look at my disheveled appearance and shakes his wizened head. Non. I cant believe this. Its an emergency! I dont serve biker bitches. Va chier. Go shit yourself. I summon all the energy in my chest. Maybe Ill tell my father toe to this bar and shove that rifle up your ass. I see him angling toward the rifle behind his bar, and he freezes. His name is Carlos. Have you heard of him? The bartender relents. The threat of my father is too much for him to ignore. He grabs an ancient telephone and ms it on the counter. There. Mange d marde. Fuck you, too. I pick the phone off the hook and dig into my jeans for Johnnys card. Its been folded so many times that I can barely make out the ck text. It rings, and I release a shaky sigh. Johnny. I-its me. I really need your help. Arrogance slides into his smooth voice. You called a lot sooner than I thought. Im in deep shit. What happened? He found out-he knows. I barely managed to get out. Where are you? I dont know. Im in some shitty bar down the hill from the fortress.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Iming to get you. Dont move. My nails dig into the stic as I watch the door. What if he finds me? He tried to kill me- He what? Static crackles between us. My mouth opens, but I cant force out a single word. Vivid images sh in front of my face. My mom-whats going to happen to her? Just fucking stay put. Im leaving now. As soon as thefort of his voice fades to a dull dial tone, panic ramps up behind my chest. I walk deep inside the bar and then I consider just hiding in the bathroom stall to wait for him. Yeah, thats what Ill do. #2 Chapter 39 The dingy, shitty bathroom only has a cheap screw and a hook to look at, but its amazing how much safer I feel. Even though itd only take one kick to st open the door. The light flickers on and I notice the gash on my knee, bleeding freely into my jeans. I reach out to grab a handful of paper towels, but the roll is empty. So is the toilet roll. Great. Theres another line of blood on my hand, right where Dads bullet split my skin open. He didnt mean it. He couldnt have. Bullshit, you know he meant it. My mind buzzes with a strange numbness as I turn the faucet on. The icy water stings my hand, and fresh blood spills from the wound. I ssh some on my knee, gritting my teeth as I clean the dirt away. What just fucking happened to me? Did my father really try to blow my head open, or did I imagine all of that? Did you see a girl? Jesus Christ, Im so lost in my own head that I didnt hear anyonee into the bar. I know that fucking voice. My heart jumps into my throat as if Ive been shoved to the edge of a cliff. I tten myself against the wall as his heavy boots stomp through the bar. I inhale my breath, knowing that any second now, hes going to give me away. Non. You better not be lying to me, asshole. The footsteps travel down the length of the bar, blood pulsing in my ears as his steps creak closer to me. Dont go in the bathroom. The president is looking for her. Shes not in my fucking bar. I marvel at the bartenders irritated voice and wonder why the fuck hes protecting me. Its probably just his hatred of the MC. He knocks his fist against the bathroom door. Hey. Open up. Oh fuck. I look around for something in this shitty bathroom to use as a weapon, but itspletely bare. I can hear you breathing. Dont make me break down this door. Fuck off! Leave my fucking customers alone, damn it! Shut up, old man. I inhale a sharp breath as another pair of footsteps walks into the bar. Is it him? Please, God, let it be him. A smooth voice makes my heart stop. Is there a problem here? I hear the bikers leather squeak as he turns around. What the fuck are you doing here? You better watch your fucking tone when youre talking to me. A beat of silence. Im looking for the presidents daughter. She ran off. I bite my fist as Johnny speaks in a lilting tone. Has she? I can just see the smirk on his face. You know what I think? I dont give a shit, actually. I think that girl is in that bathroom, waiting for you to pick her up.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Maybe. Maybe I need to take a piss, and youre in the way. Maybe go fuck yourself. The bartender mutters a threat. Im calling the police. Johnnys voice growls in response. You do that and Ill fuck you up. When Carlos finds out you fucked his daughter- I dont know what youre talking about. I can hear that little bitch in there! I dont hear jack shit, and youre starting to piss me off. This is no coincidence. Are you calling me a liar? The mans tone wavers. No. Johnnys joking voice addresses the bartender. I think hes saying that I intentionally banged the presidents daughter. Well- Why dont you get the fuck out of here before I kill you? Another beat of strained silence hangs, and Im on the verge of shouting a useless warning. All right, Johnny, Im sorry. #2 Chapter 40 Oh thank God. The heavy boots scrape the floor and I hear his body push from the door. I sag against the wall in relief. Secondster my heart ms against my chest as Johnny raps his knuckles on the door. My hands shake as I utch the nail from the hook and the cheap door swings inward, revealing Johnnys slim figure. He wears ck cks and a dark-green polo, which clings to his body in a way that makes blood rush to my skins surface. A heart-stopping smirk tugs at his mouth. Close shave, hon. He steps inside the bathroom and his smile falls. Jesus, look at you! I nce in the mirror as he grabs my face. His thumb gently caresses my neck, brushing over the angry marks where my father choked me. I hiss in pain and pull away. That hurts. Im sorry. His voice sounds calm, but Im scared of the darkness brewing in his eyes when he pulls back. That piece of shit did this to you? That piece of shit is still the president of the Devils MC. What happened? Im still racked with nerves, and I dont want to look at Johnnys hard-set jaw and tell him everything that happened. My right ear wont work properly. The gunshot was so loud that listening to him talk is like hearing a voice through a soda can. His brows knit together. Well talk about it in the car. Lets go. Is he gone? Yeah. Come on. A warm hand slips into mine and I jump slightly, looking down at it. He frowns at me and walks. I follow him, strangely at ease. We pass by the bar and Johnny digs through his pockets. The bartender shakes his head. I dont want it. Johnny ms a small stack of fifty-dor bills. Take it.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. I dont- Just take it, old man, he says in a slightly harassed voice, and the bartender shuts up. I follow the pressure of Johnnys hand into the sunlight. My head jerks up and down the street, looking for a hint of chrome, but I see nothing. Get inside, quick. I stoop down as Johnny opens the door for me, and then I copse inside the ck leather interior. The door ms shut as he effortlessly slides in next to me. I am saved. Take me home, Chrissy. Then he ms the partition shut and for some reason blood rushes to my face when he gives me that concerned look. What the fuck happened up there? The cold voice feels like a bucket of ice water dumped on my head. Chucks hand was reaching for me. He told me to run. And then my own father shot me. I bury my face in my hands. If only I had just shut my mouth and kept my fucking thoughts to myself-made up some lie about why I went to Le Zinc-none of this wouldve happened. Maya, I need to know what were dealing with. Selfish prick. He knows I fucked someone who was at your restaurant. He doesnt know who. Thanks for the fucking concern. His hand tenses next to mine and then it snakes over my shoulder. I feel it like stepping in a hot bath. He pulls me into his chest like a rag doll and his heart thumps against my back. I cant remember thest time I was held like this. Even though I know hes just doing this to cate me, my skin heats like a furnace when his lips touch my cheek. What happened, Maya? He-he shot Chuck. I dont even know if hes alive. Mom tried to protect me. Why am I so calm? They saw me going into your restaurant. He thought I was meeting with you to betray the MC or something. Jesus. I look up and he irons his face with his hands. Hot, bubbling guilt surges inside me. Its my fault. What are you talking about? I have to make him understand the full brunt of my guilt. I pissed him off on purpose. I was just-I wanted to hurt him. I said- It doesnt matter what you said. He did this to you. A finger brushes over the choke wounds on my throat. It feels as though it was just another day at the MC. My dad guns down a man I actually respected, and I dont even shed a tear. Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me? I cant believe this shit. His voice is breathless as he takes my hand, the one with the gash, and runs his thumb underneath the wound. Then his voice turns ck. If he was any other man, I would kill him. I would turn my car around right now, and gun him down in front of his wife. I dont think Ive ever heard such a gritty voice. Its hard to believe that the sound came from his chest. Theres no warmth in him, just cold rage. Hes still my- #2 Chapter 41 Hes the president, and I owe him the courtesy of exining what happened, but if he was anyone else he would be dead for touching my girl. I freeze in his arms as he presses his cool cheek to mine. Im not your girl. He doesnt skip a beat. Youre carrying my kid. That makes you mine. No, I dont think so. I didnt leave the MC to be possessed by another man. So you didnt get what you wanted. Too fucking bad. My heart flutters as his lips touch the side of my temple. I really hate how good it feels to be in his arms. I tilt my head to the side to avoid his touch even though I crave it. Youre just like my father. You dont care about me. You just want to control me. I saved your goddamn ass in that bar. Only because Im carrying your kid. His hands slip under my shirt and I gasp as his palm touches my stomach. Urgent lips touch the side of my head, making me burn as his hands glide over me. His hands make a mockery of my pride. They make my skin singe. You think thats the only reason? He kisses my neck and its like being injected with Valium. I slump into his arms. Im just so fucking tired of fighting all the time. Itd be nice to give in, for once. To let them win. But I cant. I think youd be crazy to risk everything for pussy. World-ss pussy.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. I feel his smile tickling my flesh. I havent been able to get you out of my mind. His hands sweep over my body, sensual and rough at the same time. They curve over the hard bones of my ribs and then his fingers slide under my bra. A thin gasp cuts through the air and my heart beats like a hummingbirds wings, instantly sent into overdrive. Warmth pulses between my legs and I close them, ufortably wet as he gropes my tits. I should be pissed that the only reason he wants me around is because of how good the sex is, but how can I be surprised? We barely know each other and it was always supposed to be a one-time deal. One night became two nights plus that tryst at the doctors office, and here we fucking are. He slides his hand over mine and grazes the wound. He hears my hiss of pain and nces at it. You should have never went back. You should have stayed when I told you to stay. I hate flinching from the anger in his voice. I didnt think he would find out so quickly. I dont care what you thought would happen. You should have listened to me. Arrogant prick. I dont need to listen to you. He cuts my voice off with a gale ofughter, and I shove his chest, pushing myself away from him. Ive spent my whole life under my dads thumb, and I dont intend on bing your little bitch. He gives me a wide grin, trying to stifle his chuckles. Well, you can y that game with me, but you wont win. Try me. You dont have a choice, baby. Its me or the streets. Ruthless eyes bore into mine and his smile freezes. Believe me, Maya. You want me in your life. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Youre better off with me than without. You know that. His hand drops heavily over my thighs. I wont let you go, anyway. My insides seethe at being told that I need a man. I dont fucking need him. I just need a ce to stay for a week or two, and then Im on my own. Im not letting you in unless you agree to get engaged. My jaw drops open. Are you fucking serious? My house, my rules. I only need a ce for a couple weeks! Until what? Until I get my credit cards and money from my bank. A strange look falls over Johnnys face and his hand falls on the back of my neck. Im so pissed off that I want to throw him off, but instead I revel in the feeling of his fingers slowly massaging my knots. Sweetie, hes probably on his way to freeze your bank ounts. What? He shrugs. Its what I would do. Shit. Hes probably right. C-can I use your phone? I just cant believe that my father would use his connections to do something so petty. The pitying look creases his eyes, but he slips his hand down his cks and hands me his heavy iPhone. I call the bank of Montreal as Johnny watches me unsmilingly. His hand at the back of my neck soothes me as a clinical voice cracks on the speaker. Hi, I need to withdraw money from the bank, but I lost all my cards. I rattle off my personal information as she finds my ount. #2 Chapter 42 Im sorry, madame, but it appears that your bank ount was emptied today. What? Who gave the authorization? I never- It looks like you had a joint ount with your father. Im sorry, but he withdrew all the money about one hour ago. Years of work, gone in an instant. My hopes and dreams,pletely fucked. Ruined. Turned to shit.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. But he cant- I sob into the receiver and the bankers voice softens. Do you want me to contact the authorities? I shake my head as a ball of fury builds up behind my eyes. No. The banker murmurs something else into the phone, but I pull away and tap the red circle, ending the call. The screen fades to darkness, unlike the pressure in my head, which is close to the breaking point. It was a joint fucking ount. I basically just handed him the money. He winces in sympathy. I fucking hate him. Johnny covers my shaking hand with his. I hated my dad, too. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Suddenly the car grinds to a halt in front of Johnnys high-rise, and my hands clench over my knees. You dont have a choice. No, I never did. All the way back to my fucking birth, I never had a goddamn choice. I dont see why we have to get married, I say in a shaking voice. Number one: its the right thing to do. Two: it might just save this alliance of ours. The driver opens the door for us and Johnny gets out first, extending his hand to me. I ignore it and stand up, brushing the gesture aside. His hand finds mine as Chris drives away, and he pulls me against his chest, the grip biting. Dont do that again. What? Even though I know exactly what. Dont be disrespectful toward me in front of others. Im the boss. Youre not my boss. Against his chest, I smell the fresh scent of his skin and that tantalizing male musk from his hair. His smile widens, reminding me of that predatory stare he gave me when we first met, when I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the night with. Why dont you say that to me again when I get you upstairs? Energy shoots straight into my heart like a live wire. He grabs my elbow and leads me to the marble-floored foyer and into the elevator. All the while my heart hammers against my chest. As soon as the elevator doors close, he turns around, and Im no match for his deadly smirk and the rippling muscles flexing his arms, which pin me against the wall. Hes so much stronger than he looks. The moment you step through that door into my apartment, you be my fiance. A thrill runs through my heart as I look at the faint lines beside his eyes that wrinkle when he smiles. Hes so much older than me, and I dont understand anything thats going on in his head. He shouldnt want this, but he does. If I go in there, Im nevering back out. Im not ready. I hate how high my voice sounds. Johnny grasps my chin lightly and runs his thumb under my bottom lip. This isnt about love, sweetheart. Love doesnt exist for people like us. Maybe not for you, but I intend to find it. Not with me. Get those thoughts out of your head. Pitiless ck eyes stare back at me. Just when Im reeling from the sensations he gives me, he drives a spike through my heart. This is about what we both need to do. You cant want this. I do. You want to marry me? If youre going to have my kid, we need to be married. A growl of frustration rips from my throat. Its like talking to a fucking robot. The elevator pings and the doors open, but Johnny doesnt let me down from the wall. Time to make a choice. C-cant we wait for a few months? No, he snaps. Just tell him yes. He cant force you to do anything. My head spinning, I give him a quick, affirmative jerk and he steps back, holding the door open with his arm. Wise decision, Maya. You forced me into this, I spit as he brings me to his apartment. Theres no remorse on his face. I will do whatever it takes to keep this alliance from blowing up in my face. So it really has nothing to do with whats best for the baby, does it? My insides seethe as he unlocks the door. I cross my arms and walk inside, heading straight for the living room as the door shuts. #2 Chapter 43 I look around at the beautiful, spotless apartment and a cold shiver runs through my limbs. Its a gilded cage, isnt it? I sink into the couch without realizing its there. Johnny moves swiftly in front of the couch and sits down next to me, reaching into his jacket for a small ck box. My heart jumps in my throat as he cradles it in his hand. Its not exactly how I proposed to myst two wives. The breath I dont even realize Im holding in blows out. What happened to yourst two wives? I killed them. He turns his head,ughter on his face. Is that what you want to hear? What happened? I say in a firmer voice.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Whats there to say? They didnt work out. Yeah, I think Im starting to understand why they didnt. I wonder what kinds of wives would cause this extremely traditional Mafioso bastard to divorce them. I think I have a right to know. His fingers close around the box and I almost flinch at the look in his eyes. Not now, Maya. I re back at him, but he looks away, back at the ck box. It pops open and a diamond splinters the light into a rainbow of fragments. He gently tugs it out of the box. Im amazed. The tiny band glitters with a thousand small diamonds. He takes my hand and slides the ring over my finger. Its tight. My breathing quickens as though hes wrapping a cor around my neck. And I cant believe Ive said yes to this man I barely know, this Italian guy who I just wanted a one-night stand with. Its a beautiful ring. Its big and gaudy and expensive. And its not me at all. This is too much. You dont like it? I can get another fucking ring. I dont want another fucking ring. I twist it off my finger and p it back in his hand, and then I stand up from the couch. Im sorry. I think Ill take my chances at the womens shelter. An extremely shocked look crosses over his face, which quickly darkens. What the fuck are you talking about? Hes too cold-too brutal, and just not enough. Im sorry. I cant marry you. Then I walk toward the door, my headpletely clear. Id rather live in poverty than marry a man who doesnt give a fuck about me. Hell, we dont give a fuck about each other. My body snaps backward and spins around as he grabs my upper arms. Let me go! Youre not going anywhere. You need me more than I need you! He shoves me against the wall, his face red as he yells at me. Whats that supposed to mean? You dont give a fuck about me. All you care about is your fucking family. Im sorry, sweetheart. My heads a bit preupied with knocking up the daughter of the most powerful biker gang leader. So Ill just leave town. He will never find out and we wont have to get married. Theres no fucking way Id let you leave town. Actually, I think its a free country- I shove his chest, and scream in outrage when he pins me back against the wall effortlessly. His face splits with a wide smile as heughs at my anger. Maya, I want this baby. I really do. Have a fucking kid with someone else! I tried, and they didnt work out. You will. Well, you have shitty judgment because I cant stand you. I hold my breath in as my cheeks slowly burn, immediately regretting those words, but Johnny merely shrugs, looking unconcerned. You cant stand me, huh? The hands holding my wrists to the wall be sensual. Oh no. They glide over my skin, giving me goose bumps as Johnnys hips dig into mine. His lips just brush my cheek. You must hate my fucking guts. I feel the outline of his cock, slowly starting to harden against my thigh. I clench my thighs together and feel the wetness gathering between him. Y-yeah. Damn it. #2 Chapter 44 Its as though he flipped a switch that makes my skin hypersensitive. His hand glides up my neck and grasps my face, so that Im staring right into his shit-eating grin. I wasnt lying. I cant fucking stand him. Asshole. Biker bitch. He crushes his lips against mine and everyst thread of resistance snaps. He weaves his fingers through my hair and yanks hard so that I moan in pain. This man is not fucking capable of being gentle, but thats fine. I like it when hes rough. Fingers w at my dirty clothes, ripping them from my head. Hes like a fucking animal-the way he treats my body. So rough and violent, but thats probably all he knows. My bra straps dig into my shoulders as he yanks hard and then hurls the bra away from him, the cold air stinging my nipples. His mouth finds my shoulder and he utters a subhuman growl, biting a vicious mark into my skin. Jesus. It burns, and then he releases me, kissing the next spot. He reaches my neck and I cringe, but there he proves that he can be gentle. Featherlight kisses touch the sore skin, but he grabs my jaw andys his lips on my mouth, cruelly devouring them. My back hits the door of his bedroom and it ms open, banging against the wall. Were not even in bed, and Im already soaking my panties. Its the way he treats me, like Im his addiction and he cant help but lose himself around me. Fuck me, you bastard. He grabs my hand and forces it over the hard rock between his legs. I wrap my fingers around his cock as he hovers an inch from my face. Youre going to make my cock your full-time job from now on. Laughter bursts from my mouth as he stands back. Is he a parody or what? What did I tell you aboutughing? You said youd kick me out, but we both know that wont happen. He beckons with a finger. Come here. I roll my eyes and follow him as he drags an enormous box out of his closet. He crouches over it, blocking the contents from view as he takes this and that, shutting the box before I can catch a glimpse. He walks to the door first, and then he reaches up to the frame and slips some kind of material behind it. It shuts and two straps hang from the top. Then he walks back to me and picks up the Velcro handcuffs from the floor. Fuck. I see where this is going. Give me your wrists. The grittiness in his voice strikes a chord deep inside my body. Warmth floods to my skin as I give him my hands, and I feel as though Im handing over my freedom at the same time. He wraps the Velcro straps over my wrists, his eyes ying me alive as he tightens them with deliberate slowness. Then he slides his hands down my waist and the throbbing ache between my legs pounds like a heartbeat. Youre going to have to learn to obey your future husband. The smile ying on his lips makes me wonder if hes fucking with me, but the more I get to know him and his bullshit adherence to tradition, the more I suspect hes serious. Is there any harm in letting him think that he owns me? I am. Youre not. Youre just doing what I say because you want my fat cock inside you.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Yeah. He takes my wrists and pushes me backward, until my back hits the door. Then he takes each wrist and anchors them securely to the hooks hanging from the top of the doorframe. They pull at my wrists, my arms stretched high above my head as Johnny trails his fingers down my neck and around my tits, his thumb ying with my hardened nipples. Holy fuck he feels amazing. Just a light graze of his fingers around that sensitive skin makes the air thinner. His body is inches from mine, the heat zing but out of reach. I want his naked skin pressed against mine, but he lets me smolder. A smirk staggers over his face when I inhale a sharp breath as he takes my tits in his hands and squeezes. Im taking in what belongs to me. You have no idea how sexy you look like this. Then he unbuttons my jeans, leaning in close enough to nt a chaste kiss on my shoulder. I want more of him. The zipper makes a mouthwatering sound, and then his hands slide underneath my jeans and panties with ease, following them all the way down my thighs and calves. The cool air hits my wet pussy as I step out of my clothes, and a blush creeps up my neck as Johnny stands back up, looking me up and down. Your pussy seems to know who it belongs to already. He lets out a chuckle that makes me steam. Look at how fucking wet you are. I know I am. I feel it running down my legs. Just because I want you to fuck me doesnt mean you own me. A warm finger slides into my pussy and hooks into me. My heart ms hard against my chest as my walls constrict around his finger. Johnny approaches me with a shit-eating grin, digging his finger deeper. I bet I can get you to tell me that I own your body within the next fifteen minutes. A second finger slides into me as Johnny bends his head, his tongue darting out to catch my nipple at the same time. His fingers pulse inside my aching pussy as his mouth closes around my nipple and sucks hard. Oh God. I moan into the simmering air and Im already halfway to saying whatever the hell he wants, so long as he fucks me. Then a third squeezes in, stretching my walls as he takes my tits in his cavernous mouth, sucking and licking. He bites down and sucks-leaving marks everywhere just to prove that Im his fucking property. I dont fucking care because it feels so damn good. He turns me around, fingers still inside me, so that my arms crisscross. His palm strokes one of my ass cheeks. I know whatsing. SMACK! At the same time, he pumps his fingers inside me so that sharp blows of pain punctuate the ecstasy. I arch my back, my chest against the door. The burn spreads across both cheeks and he curves his fingers into me until my breathing is high-pitched, until I am on the cusp of an orgasm. Then he slides his fingers out. He slides them out. What are you doing? Another harsh p makes me end the sentence in a yelp. Dont fucking talk. Just obey. Yeah, whatever. He turns me back around and holds his fingers in front of my face. Open your mouth and suck everyst drop. I shouldnt want to. Its dirty. Its wrong, but Johnny makes me want everything that I thought was demeaning. His fingers slide inside my mouth and I suck myself from his fingers. Shame burns my cheeks. Good girl. #2 Chapter 45 He slides out of my mouth and my heart jumps at the smile on his face. Please, Johnny. I want you now. Its so much fun seeing you worked up like this, begging for my cock. Suddenly his hand burrows in my hair painfully and he yanks my head to the side, crushing his lips against mine and forcing his tongue through. He tastes me and pulls back, sucking my lips. A growl rumbles from the back of his throat as he wraps his arms around my legs and hoists me up so that my legs straddle his waist, where I can see the thick bump of his cock. Do you honestly think youd ever find someone youd want more than me? Who can fuck you better than I can? Christ, I dont know. I grew up in the fortress, dreaming of a life outside. I must have watched Cindere a million times, wishing I could have my own Prince Charming to whisk me away from that hellhole. I never would have thought I wouldve ended up with a man not so different from the ones I grew up around. Johnnys gorgeous. He makes my heart flutter with his slick smile, but hes such an asshole. Hes no Prince Charming, thats for sure. I never thought a man like him would make me feel so good, especially one who likes ordering me around. No, I dont think Id ever find someone so disarming-someone who makes me wet with his very presence. I rebelled against men like him all my life. How the fuck did this happen to me? No. His smirk disappears for a moment as he lets me down and takes the shirt off his back, revealing a map of tattooed, lean muscle. Theres a g of Sicily, St. Joseph on his shoulder, and a bunch of other religious shit I dont recognize, and a cross with the word Sempre around it. Red, white, and green. Hes a proud Italian, through and through. My eyes linger on the huge bump right under his waist, straining against his cks, but he makes no move to pull them down. I can visualize it in my head, see the fabric pulling down his waist and over that thick cock, beading with a gossamer strand of pre-cum. Please. Fuck. I can see the fight behind his eyes as he reaches out and touches my breast. He wants me to grovel at his feet, but he wants to fuck me more than that. I own you. Still smiling, he bends toward the floor and picks up something metallic with a long wire and a clicker attached to the end. He puts the round metal object against my pussy and clicks. A buzzing sound fills my ears as the metal egg vibrates against my clit, sending electrical shocks deep inside my pussy. Holy Christ, Ive never felt anything like this. Oh-oh my God! Im not a god, he grins. Its torture to feel that hard egg buzzing against my clit, slipping slightly as he massages me. His tongue drags a circle around my nipples and the shocks make me arch my back into him. Please, for fucks sake! I thrash in the handcuffs he has me in, but his arm wraps around my waist, holding me still. Say that youll marry me. Jesus. The egg pushes through my folds and slips inside. His fingers curve on the back of it as he shoves it in deep, massaging my clit against the vibrating waves. I cant fucking hold out much longer. With every throb of my heartbeat, I imagine his dick shoved inside me, rutting me hard. Say it. I dont have a choice. Fine. No, thats not fine. I want to hear you- Yes, Ill fucking marry you! Like I have a goddamn choice at this point, pinned against the wall with a vibrator jammed against my pussy. God, I cant stand him. His thumb pinches my clit and the vibrator electrifies me at the same time, sending me careening over the edge. JUST FUCK ME! My legs tremble as he finally throws the vibrator aside and pulls his pants down, releasing his cock. I barely get a look at his throbbing length before he picks me up. The head slides inside me swiftly, painful and deep. It knocks the breath out of my chest as he ms his hips against me. Youre mine. Say it. He shoves his cock balls deep. Its buried to the hilt and I can barely breathe with him pulsing inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. I dont find that I give a shit about admitting that yes, Im his, especially when hes looking right into my eyes as hes inside me.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Im yours. Then he pounds my hips, his cock thrusting inside me, filling mepletely as I twist my wrists in the straps. He bites down on my tits and I scream to the ceiling, unable to take the stimtion from his dick and his mouth. I got so worked up from that vibrator that I feel myself teetering on the edge, and I want to hold on to his shoulders and ride his cock. Moan for me. I clutch the straps yanking on my wrists as he ms into me. His left hand lets me go briefly to get in a vicious p on my ass. My legs tighten and I squeeze, my tits rubbing against his face. Johnny! I moan out his name as Ie all over his dick, and he sucks in his breath and pounds me faster, yanking my waist into his. Then he buries his face in my neck and groans out loud, releasing a torrent of cum inside my pussy. Holy fuck, its so warm. His chest pulses rapidly as he blows air across my neck, kissing my skin between breaths. I sag against my restraints as he slowly lets me down and unhooks my handcuffs from the straps on the door, and I wrap both arms around him as he lifts me up and carries me to bed. We both copse on the mattress, exhausted, my body still glowing with the orgasm. He gathers me in his arms and drags me into his chest with surprising strength, as if Im a rag doll. I told you Id get you to say it. Im too tired to muster up the energy to hate him. Johnnys warmth leaves my side for a second, and when he returns he slides his arms back around me. I feel safe, just content to close my eyes and feel his heartbeat against my back, his low voice rumbling through my body. Then he takes my hand and I see the diamond ring between his fingertips. I bite my lip as he slides it down my finger, the glow bursting like a needle to a balloon. He wants me for sex, nothing else. Or his pride. That wouldnt be too bad, except for the fact that I have a baby inside me. Im supposed to marry this guy and have his kid, even though I barely know him. Im not sure I even like him. Hes a mob boss, for fucks sake. I turn around in his arms, cradling my hand with the new ring. Maybe its because I havent seen his bad side, but Im just not scared of him. What is this between us? Youre my fiance. His voice sounds so dead and I feel as though Im shrinking. Theres no connection between us, is there? #2 Chapter 46 What makes you think that hell even be a good father? My chest freezes as he nts a kiss on my stunned face, rubbing my back as if to soothe me. Hes very good at imitating acts of affection, but without the warmth it feels so empty. Theres passion in his eyes, but its not for me-its for the baby. I dont know you. He makes a sound through his nose and sinks into the pillow. You never get to know someone. What does that mean? Everybody has something to hide. A dark shadow crosses his eyes like a storm. Like you. Like me? A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. You didnt tell me you were his daughter. You could have if you wanted to, but you didnt. Then you wouldnt have fucked me. Wrong. Strong hands reach around my head and pull me closer so that his breath billows over my lips. I was fucked the moment I saw you. Nothing in the world would have stopped me from chasing you. Its the perfect thing to say, even if its a lie. His lips fall against mine, softer than theyve ever felt before, and then Im not so sure. I dont care. I need to be able to hope. JOHNNY She pretends to sleep as I get dressed, even as I sit next to her head, admiring the view of the sheets only partially obscuring her gorgeous tits. The more I look at the rather perfect image of her soft brown hair syed over her cheek, fluttering with every breath and the swell of her milky breasts, the more I feel my cock getting stiff. I already fucked her this morning, and goddamn it, I want her again. I grab the edge of the sheets and drag them over her shoulders, pretending that I dont know shes faking it, and then I give her a kiss on the cheek. Guilt stirs inside me for the things I saidst night that I didnt mean. I whispered sweet things that she needed to hear from me, that women like to hear, but I feel nothing but a burning desire for that pussy and a need to protect whats mine. My fiance. My baby. Its hard to feel close to them yet. I feel proud, as though Im finally a whole man, with a fiance and a baby on the way. Its what I always wanted, but shes going to want more. Thats why I do these little gestures-covering her while she sleeps and telling her that Im crazy about her. If it makes her a happy wife, whats the harm in it? I stand up from the bed and start walking toward the door. Where are you going? she calls out after me, as clear as day without a trace of sleepiness in her voice. Maya sits upright, the sheets gathered at her waist. Im distracted by how gorgeous she looks topless, and how badly I want them in my hands again. Maddon. Im going out for a while. She raises an eyebrow. For what? Work. Where? I let out a long sigh. Youre going to have to get used to me going out at all hours, and not knowing what Im doing at those hours. She throws the sheets aside and slips out of bed. I clench my teeth as my fiance walks toward me,pletely naked. Maya stands inches from me, her tits in grabbing range. So, are the same rules extended to me? What? She smirks. I get to go out whenever I want, for however long I want and I dont have to tell you jack shit? I smile back. No. Well, thats bullshit. Im a boss, sweetheart. I dont get run around by anyone, not even my future wife. Boy, does that piss her off. Her nostrils re and she jabs her fingers at me. Listen to me, you sexist asshole- -You better stop there. Ill say whatever the fuck I want. Goddamn it, shes a hotheaded little spitfire. Shes so beautiful when shes pissed off. No one looks at me the way she does. She actually meets my gaze and holds it. I love the way you are, Maya, but you cant act like this in front of other people. You cant say whatever the fuck you want all the time. Why not? Because there are consequences. Bigger ones than getting my hand across your ass, I mean. Oh, is that a threat? Will nothing I say work on this broad?Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. You need to understand that my reputation is at stake if youre running your mouth at me in front of other men. It makes me look weak. She crosses her arms in front of her chest. People have gotten killed for less. #2 Chapter 47 You seriously think that could happen? Finally I see fear widening her eyes. I take her jaw in my hand. So far, Ive been very patient with you. Nice, even. Im never nice. Youre demanding a lot from me. I know, and thats why Ive been patient. You get the special treatment because youre the mother of my child. Whatever. She rolls her eyes at me, seeing through the honeyed lies on my tongue. It still boils my blood. I still want to know where youre going. Jesus Christ. There are certain aspects of my job that you dont want or need to know. Where are you going? Just tell her. Im going to meet your dad. She nches and wraps her arms around herself, suddenly sitting back down on the mattress, and I feel a surge of triumph. I told you that you would be happier not knowing- Youre not meeting him at the fortress, are you? Im not a fucking moron. The air stills as she sits there in silence, twisting her hands in herp. Maybe-maybe I shoulde with you. No, I say tly. I dont know how its going to go. Maya bites her thumb and nods, looking extremely nervous. To be frank, Im not relishing this meeting either. Who wants to tell a colleague that you banged his daughter and got her pregnant? I walk past her, but she grabs ahold of the tips of my fingers. I look at her. Be careful. Seriously. Theres genuine concern written all over her, and it puzzles me. She has nothing to worry about. Listen, Carlos. I identally fucked your daughter. She tripped and fell on my dick. I didnt know who she was at first, but when I found out I decided to see her again- No. Your daughter is pregnant and Im the father. By the way, the engagement party is on Friday. I barely suppress a smile as the dialogue runs through my head, even though it really isnt funny. I should have more respect for the man, but I dont. Not after hearing about his prejudice and how he nearly gunned down his own daughter. Worthless piece of shit reminds me of my own father. I drum my fingertips on the wooden table as Sal keeps his hands clenched on his thighs. Everyone in my crew knows about it now. All due respect, John, what the fuck were you thinking? I didnt know who the hell she was. Frustration screws up his face. No, I meant not letting her take care of the baby. Take care of the baby? An abortion? Redness sears across my vision, and for a moment I imagine myself standing up and clocking Sal across the face. Its not a fucking option. All right. Dont bring it up again. Im sorry. Simmering, I sit back in the chair. Were in a hotel suite. Neutral territory. My entourage surrounds me, and Carlos will be joining us soon. Things could get heated. They could get dangerous. Luckily its standard procedure to collect weapons at the door, so at least he wont be able to blow my head off the moment I tell him what I did.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Shit. Theres a knock at the door and the faintest edge hits my heart. I nod to Chris, who opens the door and frisks the men. Carlos already looks pissed. That dirty old bastard walks into the room as I stand up and extend my hand. He ignores it. Strike one. Where the fuck is my daughter? So were getting right to it, arent we? Have a seat, Carlos. He doesnt look like he wants to sit down. He looks like he wants to smash his fist across my face. Cant say I me him. #2 Chapter 48 I know shes been to Le Zinc to see you and I know you picked her up from that bar. Sit the fuck down. His heated voice puts me on edge, and my soldiers tense against the wall. Defuse the fucking situation. Carlos backs off, venom in his gaze as he sits down on the chair as though it has pins. I take my seat and fold my hands into steeples. Couple weeks ago, I met a girl in my bar, I tell him, staring directly into his eyes. I took her home. We had a good time and that was that. You son of a bitch- I had no idea who the fuck she was until she came into Le Zinc. Carlos doesnt say another word. He just stares at me with the most poisonous, rotten hatred Ive ever seen in my life. My daughter came to you and you fucked her like one of your whores? Heat slowly builds up in my chest. I told you, I had no idea who she was. I would have never touched her. Thats a lie. I want my daughter back home- No. He stands up from the chair, biceps rippling. No? Sit back down. I will fucking- Shes pregnant, and its mine. For a moment theres stunned silence and his jaw goes ck. Then he lets out a scream of outrage and the table flips over, crashing to the side of the wall. I saw iting a mile away. One wrong look and helle after me and Ill be forced to kill him. I stand up and grab the head of my chair, watching his pacing body as he desperately tries to keep it all together. You fucking insult me by fucking my daughter and getting her pregnant- Carlos, I had no idea who she was, but I want to make it right. I never meant to disrespect you. You disrespected me the moment you put your fucking cock inside her. He spits on the floor and Chris makes a violent gesture, but I hold out a hand. Hes allowed to be pissed. Were engaged. Ill make her part of my family- NO! My hands turn white. Im trying to do right by your daughter. Id rather see her dead than watch her get married to an Italian. What the fuck did you just say? The ugly words hang over our heads like a grand piano on the verge of crashing down. There it is, out in the open. Carlos sucks in his bottom lip, bursting to tell me off like the dumbass he is. Say it again, you piece of shit. And Ill grab the shotgun hidden behind the couch. You want to make it right? he says in a cooler tone. Yes. He points a finger in my face. She gets an abortion and shees back to me. Hell fucking no. I am not killing my unborn child. Then she is fucking dead to me, AND SO ARE YOU! He lunges at me, but his men grab his arms and yank him back. Carlos,e on! NO! He knocked up my daughter and Im just supposed to fucking take it? I apologized to you, I say through my teeth. I am trying to be respectful even though Id like to put a bullet in your head for suggesting that I force my fiance to abort my child. Why dont you fucking try it, dago!This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Im seconds away from hurling my chair in his face and beating him down until his legs stop working. I want to hear him scream, for his ribs to break because he just used that word against me. Get him the fuck out of here before I kill him. What a disaster. Tensions are taut, stretched beyond their limit. Like a flickering match in a gasoline-soaked room. Everyones ready to explode. This isnt fucking over! he screams over his shoulder as his men drag him outside. That fucking guinea touched my daughter- I kick the chair aside, and I cant see anything but red as I lunge at the door. Sal tackles my chest before I can get to the door, and then the others help pin me against the wall. My throat is ripped raw from my screams. FUCKING COCKSUCKER! Johnny, calm down. Ill fucking kill him! #2 Chapter 49 The roar of motorcycles drowns out my voice. Theres still a chance-I can still fucking get him. Let me the fuck go! Their arms finally loosen their hold on me, and I shove Sals chest. I want to smash his face to a pulp. You should have let me kill that piece of shit. He has to go. Of that, Im certain. Sal squeezes my shoulder. You just told him that you knocked up his daughter. Let him cool off. No one calls me a fucking guinea. I should rip out his tongue and feed it to the pigs-piece of shit! I hear you, but hes the president of Les Diables. Yes, he is. Hes also my fiances father. I try to let those facts sink into my head, even though I want nothing more than to climb into my Audi and run him over. It would be satisfying to see that prickunch from his stupid bike, and the police would probably thank me for it. This is my opinion, but I think you should give him another chance. I dont think his people want a war, either. Thats whatll happen if I make a move on their president. A lot of people will die, and theres still the matter of the airport heist. It cant be derailed, no matter what. I park my car and m the door shut. When I get into the elevator, I pace around the small box, hating my reflection, because it reminds me so much of my own father. Then I jam the keys in my apartment and wrench open the door, mming it so hard that the walls shake. I see her hanging against the doorframe, her arms crossed. She pushes off slightly and makes a beeline toward me, her long hair swaying behind her shoulders. Dark makeup makes her eyes look mischievous, but Im in no mood for her shit right now. So howd it go? I dont say anything. Im not the fucking type to open up about my goddamn feelings. Id rather just bury it. Forget about it. That bad, eh? An apologetic smile lifts the corners of her mouth and some of the steam cools off my chest. You look really pissed. She bites her lip. I am fucking pissed, I finally snap. What did he say? I march past her, torn between the need to rant and rave, and what my mother would say if she knew I was badmouthing my fiances father in front of her. She wont leave me alone. Mayas footsteps echo behind me, even as I enter my study. The one ce she shouldnt fucking follow me. What do you want?Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. I want to talk to you. You dont want to hear me trash your father, so please just leave me the fuck alone. Im appalled at my tone. Its not her fault. She doesnt deserve this. Maya steps inside my office, bold as brass. Her hands glide over my shoulders and slide my jacket from my arms. What the hell is she doing? Johnny, theres nothing you could say about my dad that I havent thought of already. Hes a miserable prick. He insulted me. Called me a fucking dago. Her brown eyes slide to mine. He calls you that all the time behind your back. My heart pounds against my chest. I hear my blood roaring in my head. She bites her lip again. I shouldnt have said that. I sigh as she loosens my tie and unbuttons my shirt. Her hands soothe me. Its nice to feel them ttening over my muscles. Hell, just looking at her makes me feel better. I want to stew. I want to go after that son of a bitch, but Mayas fucking hands are all over me. Her right hand slides down my waist and anchors over my cock. She gives it a squeeze. And then I wonder why the fuck Im pissed when I have a smoking-hot fiance, standing right in front of me, fondling me. Just begging for it. She gropes me through the fabric and a low growl escapes my throat. That first night with you. What about it? Shes making waves of blood pound through my dick. The way you just stripped off your clothes in front of me to distract me. My muscles stretch into a smile for the first time. Thats what it feels like youre doing right now. Is it working? You know damn well its working. It made mee inside her without protection, which knocked her up. I dont regret it. And I dont regret what Im about to do to her either. She hisses in pain as I grasp a handful of her hair and pull. I dont want to fuck you while Im angry- Why not? I dont want to hurt you. But its already too fuckingte. I grab the neckline of her t-shirt with both hands and rip. Johnny! #2 Chapter 50 I tear it all the way down and then I fling the discarded pieces away from her. She whirls around, her eyes widened. I take her jaw gently and sweep my thumb over her parted lips, which sigh against me. For your own good, you should tell me to stop now. She should walk away right now, except she reaches behind her back and undoes her bra. Her tits spill out as the bra slides down her arms. Fearless eyes. I want you. How can I resist that? I want to own your body.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. My blood simmers as she bends over and pulls her jeans and panties all the way down. Her shaven pussy gleams with wetness. She is so beautiful. I dont want to hurt her, but I fucking want her. I fist her hair and arch her neck over my arm as though Im about to slit her throat. Then I make her walk to the desk in my dark study. Ive never fucked anyone on my desk. I kiss her throat as her chest pulses, and then my mouth drags over her skin, all the way to her ear. Her body responds to my touch by turning a bright red color. I wanted to tell your daddy that I would have fucked his daughter even if I knew who she was. I palm her back and force her to bend over my desk. Lay your arms in front of you. She obeys like a perfect little fiance, already obsessed with pleasing her man. What a fantastic view of her pussy. Its mine, along with every other part of her. Id like to spank that swell of her ass over and over and feel the blood rush to my palm and her skin heat up, but I dont have time to y with her. I unloop the belt at my waist and shove my cks down, loving how she jumps when Iy the leather strap over her ass. Thwack! The imprint of the belt slowly swells red as I crack it over her ass. The rage flows down my hand, pulsing into that belt as if its an extension of myself. I lean over her, my thick cock ttening against her ass as I loop the belt around her neck and pull it back with my fist. My heart pounds at the sight of her bent over the desk for me. The way her back curves and her tits kiss my desk. Holy fuck, its a hot sight. Then I sink my cock into her, pulling on the belt as she lets out a sharp hiss. Her warmth swallows me whole. I dig my fingers into her ass as I watch my cock slowly sink between her lips. She moans, pressing her ass against mine. My fingers make red marks in her skin and I yank back on the belt, watching her hair spill over her back. I bury myself balls deep inside her, transfixed by the image of her hair over her naked back. She screams as I rut her hard, the contents of my desk spilling to the floor as she sys out her hands. I lean over her body and slide my hand under her chest, squeezing her round globes. She turns her head, the belt tight on her throat. Johnny! I want to see here apart as I fuck her brains out. The belt makes a loud sound as I hurl it away from me. Then I pull out of her, my cock pounding with the need to release. I wrap my arms around her ass and lift her onto my desk so that she sits on the edge. She digs her fingers in my hair as her chest heaves. I push her down so that she lies t on my desk, her knees spread apart with her pussy open for me. No one calls me a fucking dago to my face. My dick slides back into her and a low moan trembles from Mayas parted lips. She wraps her legs around me and screams. My hips m into the desk, fucking her cunt so hard that I have to force myself to slow down because of the edge of pain in her voice. Her tits bounce on her chest as I bang her, and I bend over her body, ovee with a need to mark her as mine. Her fingers thread through my hair as I touch my lips to her gorgeous tits and suck. I bite her fucking hard and she yanks on my hair. The red mark swells and I find another area of smooth skin to defile. She doesnt tell me to stop. She digs her heels in my back and arches her body into my mouth as though she cant get enough of it-enough of me. My mouth finds her nipple and she twists under me, moaning. I love seeing her like this. It makes my cock pulse with blood. I feel myself getting close, and I think how hot it would be toe all over her body, to see her tits dripping with my cum. Its filthy as fuck. Johnny! My beautiful fiance is close. I can see the desire screwing up her face. My mouth finds her lips and she crushes them against me as I bury myself balls deep. She nearly chokes me with her tongue and I bite down on it. Her moans vibrate through my lips. Keep going! She digs her fingers in my back so hard that I know Ill have marks. No matter. I gave her about a dozen on her tits. I nearlye when I think about defiling her pretty body, and taking a picture of it and sending it to her asshole father, but I would never do that, of course. I thrust my hips harder as she clings to my back and moans into my ear. She squeezes my cock and convulsions rip through her body. Oh my God! I pull out my dick, so close I can feel it building up inside my shaft, and then I fist the base of my cock. A rope of cum shoots out, draping over her tits. I pump my shaft as three more ropes shoot out, the energy leaving my body as I stroke my dick. Its as perfect as I envisioned. Thin streams of white lie across her body, over her breasts and the marks sprinkled all over. Goddamn, its beautiful. I want to remember the way you look right now. She turns her head, too tired to respond. Yourepletely and utterly mine. I bend over, my legs shaking as I take my discarded shirt and wipe the cum from her body. She sits up on the desk, her eyes narrowed at me as I hold my shirt. All of a sudden my bnce is off. She shoves my chest and shes on her feet, and then her palm rips across my face. She ps me so goddamn hard my head whips to the side. A vicious sting makes blood rush to my cheek. What the fuck just happened? My cheek burns as she looks at me as though Im scum, and I touch her shoulder. She flinches from my touch, and that alone makes me swallow hard. Did I hurt you? No. Then what is your problem? You. Arrogant eyes flick toward me and away as she walks to the door. Is this some kind of pregnancy hormones, mood-swing bullshit, or do you have a reason for pping me? You might have fucked the anger out of your system, but Ive been pissed off for days. Fine, I get it. Shes used to getting what she wants, and shes upset that she cant go off on her own anymore. Im stuck here all day, and Im getting married to a man, who, well Her voice trails off and I cross my arms, my temper ring again. Whowhat? Finish your sentence. A pink blush spreads over her cheeks. Never mind. I reach out and touch her cheek. Tell me. Her eyshes flutter against her cheek and then she looks back at me with that challenging stare. Youre a cold bastard. #2 Chapter 51 Ive heard it a thousand times before, of course. My ex-wives loved to hurl it at me, and each time they did I never felt anything but cool indifference. This time theres a tiny pinprick of pain, like a splinter in my heart. You have the emotional range of a teaspoon. Dont get angry. Shes just in wrong about that. I used to feel joy, instead of a numb detachment. Its hard when you dont even remember what it was like. Im not a hearts-and-flowers guy, Maya. But my heart rips in half when her eyes suddenly bead with tears. This is never going to work. Im not calling this off. Then maybe Ill have to. I dont think so. Ill want a divorce! A knife twists in my heart. Good luck finding awyer who will represent you against me. Her eyes widen as I take her arms and gently pin her against the wall. Im not letting you go, sweetheart. You were mine the moment Iid eyes on you. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Its supposed to make you stop fighting against me. A gust of air leaves her mouth. Fat chance. Fucking hell. I grab her chin, anger ring up inside me again. I might not be what you want, but Ill treat you better than any man ever has in your life. I promise. You can have anything you want. Just ask, and Ill give it to you. Maya stares at me for a long time, as though judging whether she can trust what I say. Then she walks away from me. Goddamn it. I stalk her, heat rising in my chest when she ignores my footsteps. She spins around when I grab her elbow. What? Did you not hear what I fucking said? My chest caves in when her eyes swim with tears. She turns away from me and wipes her face, a sob shaking from her throat. Ive seen a lot of women cry in my time. God, the screaming fights with my ex-wives, and the wailing at funerals. The sound made me inwardly cringe, but the noiseing from Maya-that desperate intake of breath-is like a knife to my chest. Please dont-Im sorry. Ill do anything to make her stop crying. Dont! She pushes my attempts to hold her-to stop her from making that awful sound. I hold her against my chest even though she shoves me, because its the only thing that I can think of thatll make her stop.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. I dont want to live like this. Like what? Then her tears stop and her reddened face snarls at me. If Im going to be your wife, you need to start treating me like one. What the fuck is she talking about? I am treating you like my wife. My fingers spread over her back. Anything thats mine is yours, Maya- I dont want your fucking things! I want you. A grin spreads across my face. Not fifteen minutes ago, I was balls deep inside you. I dont know what to tell you. I want intimacy. I want to know you- She wants to go on fucking dates. To hold hands and walk down the street and hear sweet nothings whispered in her ear. All you had to do was ask. Her eyes flutter when I run my fingers over her flushed cheek. I didnt think I had to. Snarky little spitfire. She leans into my hand and lets out a sigh. Its one of those painful sounds. Every instinct tells her to hate me, but she wants me-feels hurt at the idea that shes only a piece of ass for me. I bend down and suddenly pick her up. She throws her arms around my neck as I lift her into my arms. What are you doing? Taking you to the living room. For what? For a fucking date, thats what. To watch a movie with me. Deep down I know that Ive been an asshole to her. Its the stress of so many things going on. Ive had no time to make sure she was happy. Shes having my kid. The least I can do is make sure her needs are met. She smiles when I sink down into the couch with her in my arms. Maya nestles in my chest as I turn the TV on. #2 Chapter 52 What do you want to watch? Legally Blonde. Oh Christ. Somewhat regretting my idea already, I choose the channel and prepare myself for an hour and a half of Reese Witherspoons ridiculous face. But it works. Mayaughs at the screen, the sound shaking through my body. The movie is boring, but Im content just to hold her and watch the mirth on her face. The couch squeaks as she moves her body. She rests her head against my chest and her eyelids flutter. So tired. Go to sleep. She murmurs something and Im just content to stroke her arm, my eyes heavy. I lie there, my fingers slowly kneading her until Im lulled to sleep, too. MAYA The warm, humid air clings to my skin as I walk down the street in a short cocktail dress. I take Johnnys hand, forcing him to slow down and walk by my side. The night hums with the slight buzz of packed bars and happy voices. We pass by a closed restaurant and he grins at me before pulling me behind a privacy screen of the outdoor seating. What are you-? The backs of my legs hit the wooden bench next to the folded-up chairs, and he climbs on top of me, silencing me with his lips pressed against mine. Damn it-its instant heat between us. Or at least, I feel it burning my chest. The heat is right above my heart, which flies like a bird. He pulls back with that crazy, animalistic look in his eyes and bends swiftly to kiss the swell of my breasts-and bite. Johnny! A growl rumbles in his throat and then he sucks in air, straightening from me. He pulls me to my feet effortlessly, and I bump into his chest. Then he reaches a hand under my dress and gives my ass a squeeze. Jesus Christ. You look hot. His voice creeps inside me as his hand lingers on my ass. Tonights for going out. Yeah, yeah. He promised he would take me out so we could get to know each other a little better before our engagement party, although I doubt he really gives a shit about getting to know the finer details of who I really am. Still, I cant be mad with him. Hes making an effort. My insides simmer as we walk down the street, hand in hand. ording to Johnny, my fathers people would snatch me the moment I strayed from his presence. I know theyre here, watching me, but I dont really mind. Im desperate for news about my mom, and Chuck. I follow Johnny without really seeing where Im going, full of doubt. Weeks ago I was following my dreams. The sses for beauty school started a week ago, and its hard not to feel a pang for what Ive lost. Now Im just a pregnant mob fiance destined to be the dons wife. Johnny stops walking and I nearly crash into him. I look at the tiny hole in the wall. Napoletana. This is one of my favorite ces. Im skeptical as he leads me inside, eyeing the amateurish painted mural on the wall and the stic green-checkered covered tables. Howd you find this ce? My father took me here all the time. We squeeze through the narrow entrance and Johnny heads toward an open table in the side room where its a little quieter. He pulls back the chair for me and I sit down. Then he circles the table and sits across from me. A passing waiter notices him immediately. Bonsoir, Monsieur Cravotta. He gives him a little nod of his head and the waiter returns with two menus and a bottle of wine. The waiter pours just a small amount of wine and Johnny tastes it, nodding in approval. Johnny looks at me across the table and smiles as the waiter pours him a full ss. When he goes to fill mine, Johnny makes a stopping motion with his hand.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. She cant drink. Thats right. Shit. My hand unconsciously curls around my stomach. I keep forgetting that Im pregnant. I havent. He surveys me across the table, the low visibility obscuring half of his face in shadows. Then the waiter lights one of the candles and softness flickers over his tanned skin. Are you-are you scared of bing a father? I know I dont feel ready to be a parent. Johnny mulls it over with a slight smile and shakes his head. No. Ive wanted this for a long time. It just doesntpute. Why would a sex-crazed mobster want anything to do with kids? Why have anything get in the way of fucking as many women as he wants and going out all night? Why? I dont know, he says, shrugging. I guess I just didnt feel like a whole man. There was something missing-a void. His ck eyes ze with restless hunger as I curl my hands over the table. I cant identify with that. I was just trying to have fun, to get out a little bit, not sign up for a lifetime of domestic bliss. But you dont even know me. I might be a terrible mom. He shakes his head, smiling. I might smoke and drink while Im pregnant-beat the kid or something. I dont get the crazy vibe from you. I dont get any kind of vibe from you. What makes you think that a baby is going to fill this void of yours? #2 Chapter 53 The intensity in his eyes drops to a low simmer. I didnt know how badly I wanted a family until your dad threatened to take it away from me. A small thrill runs through me when I feel the protectiveness of his words, but its not just that. He wants a family-he wants to possess me. I know it doesnt make sense. I cant exin it. I never thought I would keep a baby from a one-night stand, but here we are. I dont know why, but I trust him. Hell take care of me and the baby. Hes a fucking Italian, for fucks sake. Its practically encoded in their DNA. All I know is that I just need to protect whats mine. My heart jumps in my chest. Youre mine, too. A small smile curls his lips as he slides his hand down the table and takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. Yes. I mean it, Johnny. I dont n on getting another wife. You know what I mean. No fucking strippers, cocktail waitresses-Im the only one who gets to touch your dick. A smirk staggers across his face. I find the fact you think that I chase hired pussy insulting- I saw you staring at that cocktail waitress ass the second time we met. His smirk refuses to disappear and my insides boil with heat as he leans across the table, his hand stroking my knee underneath. Youre already fucking jealous, huh? Its not exactly jealousy, but I cant deny that Im worried. He has a crazy sex drive, and whatll happen when Im huge and there are hot waitresses and strippers strutting around him all day at work? You dont need to be jealous, Maya. My stomach is going to swell and Im going to get fat- It feels ridiculous to admit these stupid, insecure fears of mine as he inches his hand up my thigh. Youll be sexy. His dark eyes seem to glow at me from across the table, and I can tell that he means it. Maybe hes even looking forward to it. It brings a smile to my face. My child is inside you, and youre wearing my ring. Why would I want someone else, when I have you all to myself? All I want to do is fuck you until my cock stops working. Greedy fingers squeeze my thigh and a sudden re shoots between my legs, sending heat to my face. No ones ever looked at me the way he does. He makes me feel like a prize. Its the way his eyes linger on every inch of my skin, and the way he strokes my body after he fucks me, as though he still wants me. Im addicted to that. The more I look into his eyes, the more I just want to call this whole dinner off and go home. Have you thought about names? A little bit, he admits. I like Matteo, for a boy. Thinking of the baby sends my heart racing. I worried about bing a mom. Itll be fine. I have no one to look up to. You dont understand what it was like growing up in that ce. Thats exactly why youll be a great mom. You survived that shit-hole.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org. Confidence zes from him, but I cant help the trembling of my hand. I wish I could be that sure of myself. I only know what I know. Youve been there? Many times. He sps his hands on the table. Bikers have no fucking ss, no offense. Hes right, but its a little rich to hear him say that. Your opening line to me was, I want to fuck you.'' White teeth sh at me as he lets out a shortugh and shrugs apologetically. I was just getting to the point, sweetheart. Nothing gets to a girls heart faster. The corners of his lips turn. You didnt seem to mind any of the filthy shit I said to you. Well- You definitely didnt mind that filthy shit when I did them to you. Cocky bastard. If youve been to the fortress, then you know what its like there. I guess. I lean in across the table. I dont want our kid to be surrounded by violence. Thats not going to happen. My voice lowers to a whisper. But your job- Unlike your father, we dont involve our women and kids in the family business. He slides his hand along my arm. I dont bring my work home. My eyes search him, the handsome, dark suit, his hair neatly swept, the deep, earnest eyes. Hes not lying. How could that be possible? Sounds too good to be true. The smirk lifts to his eyes. It probably does after living in that ce for so long. It maye as a surprise to you after hearing your fathers bullshit, but we respect our families. His hand slides away from me as I slowly digest that. It sounds like a fantasnd. Whats your family like? #2 Chapter 54 He makes a face at the question, quickly hiding his difort under a smile. Cantin. The guy cant stand talking about himself, can he? Was your dad like you? At the mention of his dad, Johnnypulsively grabs his winess. He was in the life, yeah. Im startled by the grittiness in his voice. What was he like? His eyes cut into me as every trace of warmth recedes from his body. I feel it like a wave of frost curling around my limbs. He gives me a look as though its none of my fucking business. Im just trying to get to know you. You dont need to know anything about my dad for that. He looks like he might snap the stem of his winess. Fine, Ill drop it. Its not worth him getting pissed off, but he changes tack with lightning speed. What did you want to do before you met me? A sagging feeling makes me slump over the table. The hair salon. Beauty school. Both dreams, crushed. I cant stand to talk about it now. Its stupid. Tell me. No. Come on. Fine. I wanted to go to beauty school, and I worked at the caf because I was going to save up money to move out and work at a hair salon. Maybe have my own business, one day. It was a stupid, modest dream, but it was mine. There. Go on. Laugh at me. But he doesntugh. Thats not stupid. Lots of my guys wives work in hair salons. Who gives a fuck? Seeing him shrug it off lightens a huge weight sitting on my chest. My dad said it was a waste of money. He wanted me to stay in thepound, date a biker, and watch everyones kids. Anyway, he made me quit my job and refused to pay for the school. I shrug hopelessly. And now Im here. And now Im depressed. What was it about it that you liked so much? I stare at the small hole in the stic tablecloth, avoiding his gaze because I dont want to see how sorry he feels for me. It doesnt matter anymore. I was supposed to go to college, and then that fell through because my dad thought it was a waste of time, so I shouldnt be surprised that he thought beauty school was a waste of time, too. He frowns at me as the waiter drops a deep-red pizza in front of us, the cooked tomato aroma hitting my stomach immediately. Shit, that smells delicious. My father said the same thing to me. What? He never really gave a shit about education. He just wanted me to start working for him. You know, help provide for the family. Were quiet for a moment as he cuts a slice for me and slides the wedge onto my te. He cuts one for himself, slicing into the te with a knife so loudly that the ceramic shrieks and I wince. I guess he still hates his dad.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. He picks up a knife and fork, cutting into the slice. You seriously eat pizza with a knife and fork? He looks at me, his utensils raised. What? I sputter withughter as he gives me a serious look. I never took you as a prissy guy. I get my hands dirty all the damn time. Then he winks at me and my heart squeezes. So pussy juice is okay but tomato sauce isnt? Dont talk like that here- I seem to remember youying on filthy lines at me at that sausage ce. That was different. People know me here for being- -For eating your pizza with a knife and fork. Come on. I promise you that they gossip about it. He drops the knife and fork and grabs the slice with his hands, tearing off a piece with his mouth as he stares at me, chewing. Are you done breaking my balls? Why? Its so much fun. Hell, Im actually smiling for the first time in days. We eat the rest of the meal infortable silence and I feel as though a little weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I still dont know much about him, but I learned a few bits. At least he has a sense of humor. Mr. Cravotta, thank you so much foring. I hope you have a pleasant evening. Johnny gives the waiter a genial smile as he stands up, pping a bunch of bills on the table. #2 Chapter 55 Do you ever get tired of people sucking up to you? He lets out a long sigh as he guides me out of the restaurant. Why do you always say whatevers in your head? I slip my hand into his as we walk down the street, and a smile pulls at his lips. Do you want me to be a sycophant like everyone else? No. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk and tugs my arm so that I fly into his chest, and then he looks down at me through smoldering eyes. I want you to shut up and kiss me. The moment I feel his breath on my lips, I lean forward because Im tall enough in these heels to catch his lips. Something more than desire heats up inside me as he curves his arm around my waist and kisses me back right in the middle of the sidewalk. It feels as though theres something leaping inside my stomach and a breathless wave of happiness hits me as he pulls back and smiles. Its so nice to meet you! A woman Ive never seen before in my life embraces me and bumps her cheek against mine. I get a strong whiff of perfume and for a moment Im dizzied by the smell. She looks like a richly decorated tree with her golden bracelets and ne. All I have is my gaudy engagement ring that still needs to get sized. Her manicured nails seize my hand as she catches a glimpse of it. Oh my God, its gorgeous! You must be so excited! Uh-yeah. Im practically bursting with excitement. Have you set a date? I resist the urge to nce at Johnny. Not yet. Well, I cant wait. Lovely to meet you! My head spins as the next person sidles into view, her teeth nearly cracking from her fake smile. Its such an honor. An honor? Im only here because we didnt use a condom. Thanks foring. Then the next onees along, and the next. They treat me as though Im a goddamn queen, but Im just waiting for my dad to show up and cause a huge scene. I stand at Johnnys side like a prop as a line of guests greet him one by one, sucking up to the don. Hey, there he is! Here we go again. Another one. One of his captains wraps his arms around Johnny and gives him a kiss on both cheeks. Congrattions, Johnny, he says, giving me an admiring look. Youre a lucky guy. Thanks, he says, beaming. So whats the n after this? Youre going to get married right away? Thats what Id like, but Id prefer to get her old mans approval. Never going to happen. Isnt he here? Not yet.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. He turns his head, looking at the small group of people, and then I recognize him as Fran?ois, the man who hit on me in the bar right before Johnny cock-blocked him. Fran?ois shrugs and turns back toward his boss. Do we have time to talk a little business? What do you have for me? Fran?ois bends his head, his grin splitting his face into two. Really fucking good news. Weve got the keys. Were going to be fuckin rich. The boss face remains impassive at the news. Good. We got one of the girls to fuck him upstairs while Tommy and I took his keys and made a copy. He wont have any idea. Keep your fucking voice down. What the hell are they talking about? Right, this isnt the time. Whatever it is, its got my fianc on edge. I dont know much about his work, other than what everyone else already knows: construction scams, extortion, the ubiquitous moneyundering Salerno cheese, etc. No sign of my future inws so far. He should be d they arent here. Its a peaceful, quiet party. Pristine white dishes sit on the rustic tables, the waiters slowly gathering them as I sit in one of the wooden chairs of the outdoor garden of Le Zinc. Im possessed by a sleepy lull brought on by a full stomach, and darkness slowly descends over the party. Soft lights in the trees illuminate the tables. A tall man with rugged good looks walks into the courtyard, a baby in his arms. Johnnys small circle breaks to greet him, Tony! A small woman, who Im assuming is Tonys wife, gives Johnny a scathing look and heads for my table, ignoring himpletely. She looks unhappy to be here. Shes my new favorite person. The men crowd around the baby, and a huge grin lights up Johnnys face when it reaches out and grabs his finger. She has a strong grip. Smiling, I turn back to the woman, who watches her baby anxiously. She notices me and smiles reluctantly. Hi, sorry, Im Elena. Im Maya. We shake hands and she falls back into her chair, looking at me curiously. Im the one who got knocked up. #2 Chapter 56 O-oh! My face heats up. Sorry. Its been a long day. Elenas anxious face breaks into a smile. No, its okay. Are you-ah-excited? Everyone keeps asking that, and I dont know how to feign excitement. I am nervous about it, but everyone expects me to scream about how lucky I am to marry Johnny Cravotta, the boss of the family. The king of Montreal. I dont know. Elenas voice lowers so that I can barely hear her. You dont have to marry him. Well, thats a first. My skin crawls and I look around for Johnny, but hes still ying with the baby. No one is within earshot. I dont have much of a choice, I say in an undertone. But I find it bothers me less than it did a couple weeks ago. Hes not a horrible man. Ill be treated well, far better than any of the guys in the MC would have treated me. Its just not every girls dream, you know? Marrying the guy who knocks you up-who dreams about that? You dont have to be with him if you dont want to. I look at her, wondering who this woman is and why she has the courage to say such things to me. Johnny would go nuts if he knew one of the guests at his engagement party was trying to convince me not to marry him. Maya, I know you dont know me, but you dont know him. You do? She drags her arms across the table and raps on the wood with her fingers, debating whether to tell me or not. My husband used to work for Johnny. He almost got both of us killed. Hes a self-righteous, arrogant, cold bas-person, she amends quickly, turning a brief shade of red. Cold bastard. Even Ive called him that.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. My heart rattles against my chest, and my gaze flickers toward him. Hes been okay to me so far. Her deep-brown eyes bore into mine. You barely know him. Yeah, but- You have to get out of this Mafia shit. It wont end well for you or your baby. My heart thuds against my chest. I dont want to hear this kind of crap-not now, when Im already in too deep. Ladies, having fun? The scream catches in my throat as Johnnys voice cuts through the tension. He leans with one hand on the table, clutching the edge as his eyes smolder with an indeterminate amount of cool rage. Were fine, Elena says, standing up without speaking to him and walking back to her husband. Johnny watches her leave. Bitch. What just fucking happened? The bench creaks as Johnny sits down beside me andys his hand on my leg. What did she say to you? I dont know why Im so unnerved by that woman, who is already hanging by her husbands side. She doesnt like you very much. He sneers in her direction and gives her a little wave. Elena tugs her husbands arm, giving him a frightened nce. Jesus. What the fuck is that all about? Johnny gives my concern a dismissive gesture. Shes just trying to start trouble because she hates me. Why does she hate you? I made a mistake and put her husbands life at risk. Its a long story. Well, that exins her hostility, but it still doesnt exin why she was practically begging me to get away from him. His eyes follow the direction of my gaze. Shes not the first person youlle across who wont care for me. Well, Jesus. People dont like the man in charge. You should know that better than anyone. My mouth twists. I dont like him because hes a bastard, not because hes in charge. He looks around the small courtyard, at the men milling with drinks in their hands and guns strapped to their waists. I dont care if they dont like me. They just need to respect me. What about me? A heart-stopping smirk reappears at his mouth and he grabs my chin between his fingers. You like me. Yeah, but what if I didnt? His head turns suddenly so that he whispers right into my ear. I can live with you hating me so long as I have your pussy avable to me whenever I want. A violent shudder runs through my body when his lips kiss the shell of my ear. Carlos! Get out of my way, asshole. #2 Chapter 57 Oh shit. The blood drains from my upper limbs as Johnny pulls away from me, his head perking up with the air of a hound scenting a rabbit. A small group stands at the entrance of the courtyard, their dirty leather cuts at odds with everyone else. I recognize Tanner and ze standing next to my dad, who pushes aside an older woman with raven-ck hair-Mom! Theyre actually here. Oh God, this is about to get ugly. Through his grizzled mane of hair, he spots me sitting down at the table, Johnny at my side. Hair swinging wildly, my dad walks across the courtyard, making a beeline straight toward me. Fran?ois heads off my dad before he can take a couple steps, cing both palms on his chest as the rest of Johnnys men frisk my dads entourage. They back away, finding nothing, and Johnny slowly rises to his feet. Stay here, Maya. My legs lock together as he walks away to meet Dad, but I just cant get over this impending sense of doom. Shit is going to get bad, really fast. It takes seconds for me to jog up to Johnnys side, and he gives me a stern look that I ignore. Whatever. He doesnt know how to handle my dad. I do. Carlos, Im d you coulde. Dad looks as though he hasnt shaved in about a week and his eyes have a permanent red tinge. My ball-busting mom stands behind him, looking wrecked. Her hairs a mess and her makeup is half made up, as though she forgot about it halfway through applying her mascara. Her pale lips tremble when she sees me, and suddenly I cant hold back the dam. What has he fucking done to her? Maya! Suddenly what I want most in the world right now is just to feel Moms arms around me. Am I fucking crying? I take a step toward her, but a cold, mmy grip holds me in ce. Johnnys hand curls around my elbow, his face grim. Let me go! I need to talk to my daughter alone. Thats not going to happen. Johnny speaks in a polite tone, but Dad reacts by spitting on the ground, dangerously close to Johnnys feet. I dont take orders from you anymore, John. Our business arrangement still stands. You fucked over our alliance when you decided to stick your dick in my daughter. A small crowd gathered nearby erupts into scandalized gasps, and Johnny res at me, jerking his head. No, Im not fucking leaving! Johnny steps in Dads space, their faces inches from each other as rage ripples off my fathers body. Shut your fucking mouth. I told you, I dont take orders from pieces of shit like you. Jesus Christ. I let you run your fucking mouth at that meeting-I wont let you do it here at my fucking engagement party. In slow motion, I watch as Dad lifts his hands and shoves the boss chest. Johnny stumbles back, which seems to be just what his soldiers were waiting for.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Everyone knows that you dont get physical with the boss. You dont touch him. They draw their guns, and Mom and Dad are right in the line of fire. Do you have a fucking death wish? one of them screams. STOP! Thats my mom! I shove one of them aside and sprint into the thick of that circle, ignoring Johnnys outrage. Maya! She wraps her arms around me, and I squeeze her middle, breathing in the smell of her clothes-smoke and gunpowder. God, I missed her. Back off! Over my moms shoulder, I watch as they lower their guns. Blood pounds through the veins in my head. I hear the roar almost drowning out Johnnys voice. Lets go somewhere private to talk. Johnny motions with his head and two of his soldiers follow Dad as I trail behind with Mom. We walk inside the empty restaurant and Johnny sits behind his usual table. Its pleasantly cool inside, but dark. Mom sits beside me. Are you okay, baby? I-Im fine. I missed you. I missed you, too. God, having her here makes me realize that there are a lot of people back home who I care about. What happened to Chuck? Is he all right? Moms eyes lower and she gives me an almost imperceptible shake of her head. Then I feel a gaping void in my chest. That poor man was just about the only decent guy in that ce. The only fucking man who stood up for me is dead. Suddenly I hate everything about my father, from his grizzled face all the way down to his shitty, steel-toed boots. All he ever did was wear me down and make me feel less than human, and now hes a murderer. You killed him. Johnnys hand finds my knee under the table and squeezes it. Shut up. I wont shut up. He never did anything wrong, how could you? His voice explodes as his fist smashes into the table. How could you let one of them touch you? #2 Chapter 58 I wanted him, and he wanted me. Its that simple. Theyre the enemy. He points his finger at Johnnys face. This guy doesnt give a shit about you. The moment you have his kid, hell throw you aside like garbage. ze puts his hand on Dads shoulder as Tanner winces at hisments. God, even they think hes fucking nuts. Im going to ask you to shut the fuck up onest time, and if another insultes out of your fucking mouth, Ill cut your fucking hand off. Johnny squeezes me so hard that I cant feel my cirction. Put your anger behind you. My fathers face turns a nasty shade of puce. You destroyed my only child. Johnny releases my hand and folds his arms, looking indifferent, but I can see the vein pulsing in his neck. Hes a lit fuse, about to explode. You insulted the club by seducing my daughter and getting her pregnant, but Im willing to let things slide if you meet my terms. Oh Jesus. Which are? We want a thirty-percent reduction on your wholesale prices, and we want to regain our territory. Johnnys teeth look like theyre about to crack. And? And my daughter gets an abortion-immediately. The air stills as my fathers voice rings across the restaurant. I dont dare look at Johnnys face, but Mom clenches my fingers in myp. I dont dare breathe. I will kill you if you suggest that again. Johnny! Ive never seen him like this. Its scary. His lips are white and shaking, like a wolf curling its lips over its fangs. She is mine. Our child is mine. I will not let anyonee between us. Then were going to have a problem. Flecks of spit fly from Johnnys mouth as he yells across the table. Youre the one with the fucking problem. I want the Devils and the family to continue our business arrangement. Were running a fucking business, not a pissing contest. You fucking Italians think you can do whatever the hell you want- Dad! He leans over the table, staring at Johnnys whitened face. Go ahead, fuck my daughter. Do whatever the hell you want with her. Salute. Is that what you want me to say? Carlos, shut up! Mom tries to grab his arm, but he rips it out of her reach. You fucking animals nearly tore us apart in the 90s- Without the support of the family, you wouldnt even be president. I own you and your fucking club. Not anymore! Were fucking done taking orders from-! From what? Johnny stands up, his screams stabbing my ears as one of his soldiers holds him back. From what, you fucking coward? Say it! Horrified, I nce at my father, who remains tight lipped. He cant-hell be killed for sure. Beside me, my mother moans. Please, dont! Say it so I can blow your fucking head off, right here. Right now. If you do, youre dumber than your father. Johnnys arm moves and then two deafening shots explode in my ears. Something wet showers over my face and I look at a fine sprinkling of little red drops, all over my hand. Tanner and ze crash over the table, blood spilling from their heads like two cracked eggshells. Oh my God! Mom screams as we both stand from the table as blood creeps over the wood. My heart seizes in my chest as I watch Johnny calmly stand up, the silence ringing in my ears as he grabs the scruff of zes shirt and yanks him from the chair. His body makes a meaty pping sound as it hits the tiles, and then I see the back of his head, blown open and ck, with chunks of pink in his hair. His brains are all over the floor. The color faintly reminds me of the charcuterie we had as an appetizer, and the rich meal I ate suddenly rises in my throat. I turn away from the carnage and p my hands over my mouth, swallowing it down. Johnny sits on the chair vacated by ze, his suit ruined, and aims his gun right into my fathers stunned face. Johnny, what are you doing? One of his older men speaks up behind him. Getting rid of this asshole. NO! The scream rips from my mothers throat and Johnnys head turns toward us as if sensing our presence for the first time. Get them out of here!N?velDrama.Org is the owner. DONT KILL MY HUSBAND! NO! They grab my arms, and Im still shaking when Im outside. Mom fights tooth and nail, screaming. Mom! Hes going to kill him! I know that. It sinks into my head as she grabs both of my shoulders and shakes me. Do something! Why should I? A secondter I feel sickened with myself. Its not enough that my mom obviously would be devastated if he died? Hes your father. I search within myself for a scrap of pity for him. He shot at me. Killed Chuck. He ground my nose against the dirt to the point of desperation. #2 Chapter 59 Hes all I have! Even she would be better off without him. Moms face falls, and then she goes in for the attack. What about the people at the club? Dont you care? This is going to start a war. People will die! Your cousins will get hurt. I think about Beatrice and her long blonde hair. Doing her highlights every couple months, talking about guys, convincing her toe with me to a connected bar. There were small rays of sunshine in the fortress, and she was one of them. I cant just abandon them. Do nothing, and you might as well pull the trigger yourself. Get out of my way. I shove at the two men guarding the restaurants entrance, but there are multiple entrances. I run down its side and they take off after me. My shoulder ms into another door and I stumble through the kitchens, where Johnny looks at me as though through a mask of blood. My dad kneels on the tiles, staring straight at Johnny. I realize they moved him to the kitchens because it would be easier to clean the blood from the floor. Dont kill him! A chill descends over me as Johnnys handsome face turns toward me, his eyes detached. Theyre endless, ck tunnels. Nothing. Jesus, theres nothing there. He needs to go. Johnny, please. This was never going to work out. The harsh sound of Moms voice grates in my ears. Maya, stop him! Oh God! Hes the president. Youre going to start a war. I scream his name, but its like yelling at a brick wall. His men grab my shoulders and rip me backward, and my heels connect with someones shin. Fucking bitch! Johnny gives his soldier a deadly look and eyes me with the same deadened expression. Its toote now. Blood runs from my dads nose, which looks broken. Pull the trigger, you son of a bitch. Watch what happens. Johnny digs the muzzle in my fathers skull. Whatll happen is this bullet will go right through your fucking head! No! I shove his arm away and he grabs me, rage contorting his features as he attempts to shove me out of the way. His face tightens under my fingers as I grab him. Please, Johnny. Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldnt kill him. I search for reasons inside me, anything that might spare my drunken asshole of a father for the sake of my mothers tears. I just know deep down that killing him will make things worse. Two dead bikers is bad enough, but their president? Youll have to kill everyst one of them. Then thats whatll happen. He deserves a chance- The restaurant echoes with his hollowughter. You dont know me very well. I dont give second chances. He smiles against my hand, and its his smile that makes my throat tighten and tears slide down my cheek. Give him one. For me. Then slowly, little by little, he lowers the gun from my dads head, his haunted eyes never leaving me. From here on out, were done. You stray from your territory, Ill kill you. You make an attempt to contact my fiance, Ill kill you. You so much as suggest to her that she should get an abortion, and Ill take my time pulling you apart, limb from limb. The sodden rag Im holding drops into the dirty dishwater. Pink mist. Like the suds of this dishwater, except blood red, flying through the air in fine water droplets. He just killed them. Two men from the MC. Foul bastards, but still. They had wives. And he just sted them as though they were nothing. He was going to do the same to my father. My heart pounds a wicked beat as I wash the dishes. Just keep him happy. Keep him content. Or hell kill your father, and thatll be enough to start a war between the bikers and the mob. I dont want anyone else killed for me. I wanted so badly to get out of there that I wasnt prepared for how much Id miss my mom. My cousins.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. And now its all turned to shit. Whats going to happen when Dad goes back to the MC and tells them that the boss of the Cravotta family gunned down two of his men? Itll be a long, bloody war with casualties on both sides. So how the fuck do I stop it? I need to control him. Theres no fucking controlling Johnny Cravotta, you idiot. I have to try. A key scrapes in the lock and I jump to action, washing the rest of the dishes and hurriedly putting them away. He steps inside. I hear the hollow sound of his footsteps and a chill runs up my spine. Im not weak. #2 Chapter 60 I barely hear my own footsteps as I walk toward him. A smooth dark-navy suit glides over his body like silk, and he nces up at me even though Im not making a sound. I feel as though Im bncing on a tightrope the closer I get to him. Looking at him feels hot and cold. His smile makes my skin break out in a hot flush, but his eyes clench my insides with a cold grip. I cant look at him the same way I did before. I force myself to step closer to him. My hands tremble as though Im trying to tiptoe past a lion. He stares at me as though Im meat. I hook my fingers under his jacket and I pull it off his lean shoulders. His lips stun my cheek and I feel a glow burn into a sudden re, but I turn away toward the closet. My feelings toward him are so fucked up. I hang his jacket in the closet, and when I turn around hes still staring at me. What did I do? Whats that I smell? Oh, I made dinner. Huh. I never make dinner, because I cant cook for shit. He walks into the kitchen and grasps the edge of the dining table, looking at the neatlyid silverware and dishes. A smile tugs at his mouth. What is all this? Its dinner. I can see that, he says, pushing off the table and stepping into my space. You cant cook. Ive just never tried. He takes a look into the sink filled with suds, the pans ckened. I should have just ordered something, for Christs sake. He lifts the lid off the pan on the stove and raises an eyebrow at the fish. Are you trying to kill me with all this ck shit? The smirk in his voice sets me off. I took all the ck shit off. Dont be a baby. A shadow crosses over Johnnys eyes and my heart leaps. Then he threads his fingers through my hair and yanks my head back, and the two men he butchered in front of me are tugged to the forefront of my mind. I never saw so much blood in my life. His breath hisses over my neck. All of this reeks of desperation. I am desperate. Johnny- Stop it, he snarls. Stop being so fucking scared of me. But I am scared of him. He could end this fucking war if he wanted. Only he can ensure whether the people in the fortress live or die, my mom among them. He reaches under my shirt with his other hand, smoothing over my back. My bra snaps against my skin as he lifts the strap. My muscles contract at the small sting. Then his voice rolls over me, smooth as velvet. You have nothing to fear from me. You killed those men right in front of us- His eyes are like lead. Seductive fingers twist my strap, slowly loosening the hooks. The skin around my straps starts to tingle and a flush spreads over my chest. Im sorry you had to see that, but Im not sorry for killing them. All this time I never saw the darkness. I knew it was inside him somewhere, deliberately hiding out of sight. Now its staring at me in the face, talking to me through his remorseless tone as he removes my bra with a loud snap that makes my legs clench together. His hands smooth over my bare back, bringing me within his intoxicating embrace. The dimples curving into his face tell me that he knows exactly how affected I am. You didnt have to do it. Im the boss of the family. He mentioned your father, and you went berserk. Johnnys eyes ze. He pissed me off beyond endurance. It set me off.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. What if he does the same thing to me, someday? His fingers slide out of my hair and the smile disappears. Dont look at me like that. Youre going to start a war! The apartment rings with my voice before I remember that Im supposed to be ying the demure housewife role. Oops. Toote. All smiles again, he descends on me, his hands soothing my shoulders, my face. Is that whats got you so worked up? Of course it is. His voice is like honey. Everythings going to be fine. Are you fucking kidding me? Im the most powerful man in this city. Nothings going to happen to you. But I cant say the same for your family. You killed two of the MCs men. If you think theyre going to sit back and just- Johnny takes both of my hands suddenly and walks backward with a huge smile on his face. I got you something. Got-what? Im distracted by the excitement in his voice, my heart still beating fast. A little engagement present. He slips his hand inside his back pocket and removes a long, thin envelope, which he hands to me, smiling. #2 Chapter 61 You cant just distract me with a present. Open it. He looks so fucking pleased with himself. I stare at it for a long while. He cant just fucking bribe me like this. Whats in it? I stick my finger inside the envelope, but its already open. I cant imagine how a piece of paper is going to make me happy. A folded, pink paper falls out. Its a letter from the Robertson Beauty Academy. Read it. Dear Maya, on behalf of the Admissions Committee, it is my pleasure to wee you into the Robertson Beauty Academy for the Hairdressing Program. My voice trembles and breaks. How did you do this? Turns out, I know a guy who knows a guy whose wife works there. The paper shakes in my hands as I reread that sentence over and over. Its one of the best schools in Montreal. The curriculum is better than anything I couldve ever dreamed of. I cant believe it. Tears fall from my nose. Why would you do something like this? Warmth glows from his hand, which smooths my cheek and wipes away my tears. I want you to be happy. No ones ever said that to me, even my own mother. Happiness was valuedst over the MC and family. Why do you care? Its just such an alien concept to me. Im so used to seeing people treat their wives like crap that part of me believes this has to be a trick. His gives me a chaste kiss on my forehead. I want our kid to grow up in a happy home. He wants me to be happy. I cant believe he actually bought the courses for me-he remembered what I told him at the restaurant and got the sses. Its such a sweet gesture that I have a hard time reconciling this with the man who blew away two men in front of me. Now you can follow your dreams. JOHNNY Four a. m. My favorite time of the day. When midnight blue lightens into a color that reminds me of a deepa, washing over the bed and the walls. Covering her skin in that coolness. My arm is snug around her waist, my palm resting over her smooth belly, just underneath where my kid is growing. I shouldnt have let him go.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. It nags at me constantly. Its the fucking reason Im wide awake at this time, as she sleeps, oblivious. I prop my elbow on the pillow, watching as a strand of hair flutters over her nose. The ethereal blue light makes her look like stone, but shes warm in my hand. Sal says I fucked up by killing his two men, but how long was I supposed to tolerate his disrespect? The fucking bastard wanted my child dead. I wanted to kill him. I should have, but she begged me for her fathers life. The splinter in my chest aches like an infection. God, her loyalty reminded me of mine. I almost forgot what it was like to feel a sense of duty toward your father. He said jump, I jumped. Would have done anything-killed anyone for my dad. My arm tightens around her waist, my hand anchoring over her hips. What would he say if he were alive right now, and he knew I fucked up the alliance he worked so hard to build? Who gives a shit, right? I look at her instead, and the rapid pace of my heart doesnt exactly slow down, because it cant when Im around her. The hand around her waist dips lower, until I stroke the slit of her pussy, because shes always naked in my bed. She stirs, smiling when she feels my hand between her legs. Maya makes a bone-cracking sigh and turns around, giving me a nice view of her tits. Jesus. My cock hardens, blood rushing to it immediately. Go back to sleep, hon. She smiles when my arm curls around her back, her body sliding over mine. Fuck. Her hair is like a dark halo, and her lids open slightly. My skin tingles when she nts a kiss right on my neck and pulls back with a smile. Im crazy about you. I even dream about you. Yeah? She makes a sound and lets her head fall on my chest. I keep running my hands down her curves, my cock growing thicker. It wasnt hard, making her fall for me. Those sses did the trick. I gave her what she always wanted, and she loves me for it. I can tell. Sometimes Ill be sitting down at the couch, and shell bring me a beer without me asking. Shit like that. I realized how much I missed this. Not just having someone do things for you, but also having someone toe home to. Someone to fuck all night, every night. Mayas still awake. I know it because she reaches down and grabs my cock, which is hard as a rock. Then I flip her over and nudge between her legs, and Im thrusting inside her, mming it home. Her screams echo in the apartment like music, and I just want to do this for the rest of my life. I fuck her until her throat tears as she begs for more. Her breath shakes out of her lungs with each thrust. Youre mine. Youre mine. Im determined to coat her womb with my cum, just in case anything happens. Id fucking knock her up again-and again. I want a family, and she wants me. Shes wrapped around my finger and Ive got my dick wrapped in her cunt. She arches her back and I finish inside her, euphoria mming into my shoulders. The bed creaks as I fall forward, propped up by my elbows. The way she looks at me makes me feel weak, and I hate that fluttering feeling when she presses her lips to mine. Fuck, shes beautiful. She traces a finger over my chest, her eyes not quite meeting my gaze. For a few minutes theres nothing except the sounds of our breathing. Hesitation makes her open and close her mouth. Just fucking say it. What is it? It takes a few false starts before she finally looks at me and speaks. I never said thank you. Anxious eyes slide over to mine. It takes me a couple seconds to realize shes talking about the sses I bought for her. You dont need to thank me for that. Yes I do. Her brows furrow. Youve done so much for me without me even asking. Because I have selfish motivations. You look like that bothers you. It feels like youre paying me off. #2 Chapter 62 I am, but another part of me cant deny that it makes me happy to see her smile. I want a devoted wife, not a prisoner. I lower myself so that my nose touches hers. Im not just here to fuck you into oblivion every day.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. A smile twitches on her lips. No? I want you to be happy. Why cant you believe that? A slow burn fills Mayas cheeks. I dont know. I like the way you are. I kiss the side of her head and hear her sharp intake of breath. I like that you speak your mind, that youre not afraid to give me shit. I like that you have dreams. Any normal girl in your position wouldve just given in to your dad, but you didnt. She looks at me with fire zing in her eyes. I know that I should tell her that I love her. Just do it. You dont have to mean it. I should love the woman Im marrying, but I dont even know if I believe in love. Fuck, I cant just lie to her face. A guilty, poisonous feeling spreads inside my chest when two tears slip down her cheeks. Im sorry I didnt believe you. She slides her hands around my neck and kisses me hard, her tears transferring to my face. Her kisses be lighter as she tires, and then I pull her onto my chest as she falls asleep. The wheel in my head keeps spinning as she falls asleep. In the past, I would have never bothered with any of this. I would have bought her jewelry, or given her a thick wad of cash for her to buy whatever she wanted. I want her to be mine, but putting a ring on her finger isnt enough. Her loyalty needs to be mine. I have better shit to do. My muscles tighten as I impatiently sit in the small bakery, only half-listening to the owner prattle on and on about this vor or that one. Several trays of slices of wedding cake lie on neat ceramic tes. The owner takes them off the tray and exins the vors in detail, one by one. For Gods sake just shut up. Then I look at Maya, her eyes widening at the choices, the big smile on her face. This is her first wedding. Its special. We have avender vani, a chocte rose, maple bacon- Bacon? The word catches my attention. The owner points out the small slice of cake, a medium-brown color with a sticky ze. I stab it with my fork and taste the caramelized bacon and maple syrup. Shit, its not bad. I turn toward Maya with a piece of my fork. Youve got to try this. Im not going to have a bacon-vored cake at my wedding. Just try it! Fine! She opens her mouth and I slide the piece inside, unable not to think of blowjobs when I see her throat moving as she swallows. Fuck, not now. Yeah, its good, but Im still not having a bacon cake. After all the cakes areid out, the owner stands up. I just have a bit of paperwork to do in the back, so Ill let you guys try the cakes while I do that. Good, get out of here. Her heels click on the tiled floor as she disappears behind the ss counter and through an office door. I slide my arm over her shoulders and my fingers disappear into her hair. Whichever one you like, well get. Seized by a sudden desire, I bend over her chair and kiss her head. Mayas face flushes with pleasure. No, you have to help me choose. Try some of these. She takes a few tes and drops them in front of me. Im really not into sweets, but I try them anyway. Theres so much shit I have to do, but pleasing my future wifees first. Theyre all good. I would have thought a boss would be more decisive. Sensing that tone in her voice, I take a handful of her blouse and pull her toward me. I am about things that matter. Earlier this morning we went to the doctor, who gave us the babys due date and a list of things to do. I couldnt believe how happy she looked. All these details matter, Johnny. Then you decide. Ill marry you if theres a fucking maple-bacon wedding cake, I dont care. A slow smile spreads across her face, and then she picks up a small piece of strawberry cake with her fingers and holds it against my mouth. The feeling of her fingers on my lips makes blood rush to my cock. It swells and hardens into a rock and I dont know why, except that this woman gets me so fucking worked up that I feel like a teenager again, getting hard-ons in the middle of a bakery. I swallow the piece of cake without tasting it, and then I grab her wrist, sucking every clinging bit of sweetness from her fingers. A blush rises in her cheeks. I slide her fingers out of my mouth, digging my hand into her hair as I crush her soft lips against mine. My heart leaps in my chest. I sweep my tongue across her sweetness and stand up, pinning her against the wall. Her stomach twitches when I slide my hand underneath her shirt and she gasps into my mouth. You feel how fucking hard I am? Were in a bakery! It doesnt matter where we are. I dont care. I want you. Shes going toe out! The part of my brain that listens to reason is turned off. She sighs when I kiss a trail down her jaw to her neck, using my tongue to suck. She wears a boat-neck t-shirt, which teases at a hint of cleavage. I bend my head over it and suck, biting hard when she digs her fingers into my scalp. Did you pick something? #2 Chapter 63 I almostugh at Mayas horrified face as the cheery voice echoes loudly in the bakery. She pushes my chest desperately and I sit back down, pulling Maya onto myp so she can feel how hard I still am. My cock rides against her ass as the baker walks in the room with a big smile on her face for the happy couple. I dont know. Maya? I-I think we need a bit more time to decide. My smile is buried in the back of her head. A low series of beeps ys in the background as I gaze down at a white hospital bed holding a man so badly beaten that only a few square inches of his face are visible. Wedding cakes and this in one day. I cant take this shit. They found him in the street, outside Napoletana. Tommy, one of my newer soldiers, grips the railing of the hospital bed and bares his teeth. I couldnt fucking do anything. There were too many witnesses, John. My icy tone hits the air. What happened? I was still inside the restaurant, getting the money. I saw six of them drive up on bikes. He ran across the street and they caught up to him. That is no fucking excuse for letting this happen to one of our own. You didnt do anything to stop it? His voice rises from the judgment in my tone. I was outnumbered and the cops were on top of them two minutester. Like I said, there were too many witnesses. His fingers whiten around the railing as I walk closer to him. So you let those assholes get away with this? Tommys hazel eyes shine as a grim smile stretches his mouth. Not all of them. What the fuck are you talking about? I turn around as he strides past me, closing the door to the room as he faces me with an ear-to-ear, hair-raising grin. I got one of them. Pulled him right off his bike and bashed his head in- Why the fuck didnt you just say so? Tommy inches closer and bows his head to my ear. Hes in the trunk of my car. Jesus fucking Christ. This is the problem with having too many hotheaded type A assholes working for you. They make stupid decisions. I cant believe this shit. I want to smack him around-the stupid fuck. Are you out of your mind? Hes still alive, he says in an undertone. We can get information from him. Tommys new, but he came to me straight from New York. He was no longer wee there after killing two made guys. Vincent always sang praises for him. Apparently he was quite effective at getting information out of people. I dont trust torture. People will say anything when theres a pair of pliers and a blowtorch in their face. I want to see him. Sals voice cuts through. Johnny, we cant let this slide.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Ive something in mind. The idea grows in my head, festering like an infected wound, coursing vengeance through my veins. Carlos knows damn well that I would have been well within my rights to kill him, but I didnt. I spared his worthless life. Youre bing weak. Not after tonight. The air feels thick, almost as if its soaked with blood. He lies like a b of meat in the backroom of a deli where we y poker, sometimes. The wooden table slowly soaks with his blood as Tommy, that fucking maniac, carves him up like a turkey. The boy screams, and the sound punctures my ear. Fucking loud. Tommy barely flinches. He moves his knife over the bikers skin like an artist. A stroke here, digging it in the ribs there. He knows exactly what hes doing. I ce my hands on the edge of that blood-soaked table and look into his eyes, which are very blue. We can end it now, if you want. What do you want? I dont know anything! Hes a younger guy than the rest of the bikers I know. Tears well up in his eyes and spill down his dirty cheeks, and Mayas face shes in my mind. Its the way it is. They fucked up one of my men, I kill one of theirs. I didnt get to be the boss by ying fair. I need to know what Carlos is nning, to protect the family. To protect her. Another loud scream punches my head as Tommy twists his knife, his face impassive as the boys face streams with tears. Hes ready to crack. I can see his sanity splintering in his eyes like broken ss. He knows about the airport heist! His chest heaves and his eyes go dark as if he immediately regrets what he said. A thrill shoots into my heart. What? What the fuck did you say? His face screws up in pain. He knows-someone inside told him that youre nning something. My insides turn to ice as Tommy shares a worried look with me. Then I seize one of the knives on his tray and wrench that fuckers hair, the tip of the de right next to his eyeballs. Ill take your fucking eyes out if you lie to me. I swear to Christ, Im not lying. He wants you dead. Saint sacrament de tabarnak de marde! I m the knife back on the table and try to keep my emotions in check. All year-all fucking year Ive been developing this thing. Its the scam of all scams. The biggest in Canadas history. And Carlos fucking Lemyre knows about it. He thinks he can fuck with me? I dont know. Tommy looks at the boy and then back at me with a firm nod. Hes telling the truth. #2 Chapter 64 Then I have no more use for him. I dont even bother lowering my voice. Kill him, but dont get rid of his body. I need it. I have a n in mind, and I wont deny that it turns my stomach a little, but it needs to be done. NO! PLEASE, DONT! Tommy nods in affirmation and quickly ends his screaming with a slice. The boys gurgling gasps hit me harder than the screaming, and I walk out of the room, breathing hard. I have a fucking headache. This cannot be fucking happening to me right now. Millions of dors are at stake. One crisis at a time. Send Les Diables a message theyll never forget. Its just a dead guy, for fucks sake. Fran?ois and Chris give me a look as they hesitate in between grabbing both rigid arms and hoisting the body onto the truck. Are you sure about this? Thats the second time hes questioned me in front of my other men. He drops the mans arm as I approach him, energy seething through my body. He can probably see how pissed I am. Yes, Im fucking sure, and I dont remember having to exin myself to any of you. Im the fucking boss. Shut up and do as youre told. Were right in the middle of biker territory, and I dont have time for this shit.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Put his fucking body on the car. They jump at the sound of my voice and hoist the broken body over the cars windshield. The dead bodys arms sy over the windshield like a cross. Chris winds ropes around his wrist and wraps it inside the car. The dead bikers head lolls onto his shoulder as his other wrist is tied. Jesus Christ, Tommy says as he stares at it, hands deep in his pockets. The fucking cocksucker deserved it. Were down the hill from the fortress in Sorel-Tracy, but Im going to ride with them all the way to the top. Tommy opens the door to the truck as Chris prepares to light the fuses leading to the barrels of gasoline. This is so fucking dangerous. I cant believe I agreed to do this shit. The spark flies and Chris runs to our car, diving behind the wheel as I slide into the passenger seat. Go! The truck lights up like a bonfire, and Tommy floors it for the twenty or so seconds that it takes to reach the fortress. The whole thing explodes into a bright fireball as Tommy crashes it right into the gates, denting them as the ze quickly rises, crawling up the walls of the fortress. In all my life, Ive never done something so fucked up. Its a bright, furious sign. A warning to those fucking jerkoffs. Fuck with me, and Ill destroy you. The orange mes quickly crawl over the body sprawled on the windshield, and I hear shouts from inside thepound, its lights flickering on as the guards scream for fire extinguishers. Fucking dumbass. The second gallon of gasoline explodes, rocking the ground as Tommy stumbles toward us, hidden in the dark. He coughs as he approaches me. You all right? Yeah-just the gasoline. Lets get the fuck out of here. I dont give a shit if the bikers see me. Let them watch. Theyll know exactly who sent what was left of their patched member, Julien. I slide inside the backseat of my car with Tommy, and the other men start their cars, rolling down the hill. Take me home, Chris. He starts the car, the orange ball burning in his windshield mirror. Do you think theyll fuck off after this? My honest opinion is no, but sometimes you have to send a message to keep appearances. This will escte things. If theyre dumb enough to retaliate after this, Ill hit them harder. As many times as it takes. Tommy regards me thoughtfully, nodding, talking to me in that New York ent that I hate. Making a move on their home was pretty ballsy. Do you have something you want to say? My icy tone doesnt seem to deter him. We shouldnt have hit them where their families live. I hit the fucking gate. They wont see the distinction. To be honest, John, with all the risk were taking with this airport heist, why do this? Were up against one of the biggest groups of organized crime besides us. We needed to make a bold statement. After what that kid said, can we still go through with the heist? I dont even want to think of the possibility of a years worth of work gone down the drain. We need to get rid of the people he has on the inside. Ill take care of it. Now that were no longer allied, I dont give a fuck about disposing of any of his people. #2 Chapter 65 Im getting married next week. Jesus. Chris stops in front of my apartmentplex and I get out of the car. The walk to the elevator and the ride up doesnt seem to happen. Its been a long fucking day, but my muscles are tense when I walk into the apartment. The mes still burn on the backs of my eyelids. I feel the heat when I enter my apartment and swiftly lock it behind me. The television res in the living room and I grit my teeth against it. I wanted toe home to peace and quiet, but shes watching some kind of news channel. Fuck, I dont even give it a second thought. Then I see bright-orange colors that light up the whole screen. Mayas face is illuminated by it. She turns around, her beautiful face electrified.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. My homes on fire. Fuck. MAYA On fire? What are you talking about? He shrugs off his jacket andzily hangs it on a chair, and then he loosens his tie and tears the first few buttons of his shirt, clearly eager to get rid of his clothes. I try to shrug off my fear, looking at the TV anxiously. The news said there was a fire at the fortress in Sorel-Tracy. They didnt say how bad it was. Im sure its not that bad. A sudden suspicion hits me as he turns away. But those fluttering butterfly feelings kick up in my chest when he faces me again and gives me that Im-tired-but-Im-happy-to-see-you smile. He walks around the couch and sits down next to me. His lips briefly press against the side of my head, and I catch a strange whiff. Gasoline. My insides feel like steel. How was your day? Eh, you know. Usual shit. No, I dont. Thats why Im asking. You? I shrug again, still preupied with the TV. His fingers graze my shoulder as the towel slips down, and I slide over hisp, linking my hands around his neck. The heat of his skin glows. I always get a strange feeling when I look into his eyes. Then he slides his touch across my back and a swooping sensation hits my stomach. God, Im falling for him, arent I? Is it one sided? I rest my head into the crook of his shoulder, watching the screen as it changes back to the news program. A marquee scrolls on the screen: SYMBOL OF BIKER POWER UP IN FLAMES. Holy shit! I try to stand from hisp as images of bright-orange mes surrounding my home burn on the dark screen. Jesus Christ. Good evening. Earlier tonight, a fire broke out at the gates of the notorious Sorel-Tracy fortress. Firemen are currently on site, fighting the fire. Reports indicate at least one casualty- I need to leave. I stand up from the couch, ripping his hands from my waist. I pat my jeans. Where are my things? My wallet- No, you dont. Johnnys clipped voice sends a wave of fury crashing through me. Ive listened to his fucking demands, even the most outrageous ones that I never thought Id go through, but not this one. I just cant fucking do it. I turn around, looking at him calmly seated on the couch. Excuse me? I said, youre not going anywhere. Why is that? He grits his teeth. Because its been a long fucking night, and Im tired. Ill go-you stay here. No. I hate that fucking word. Then Johnny stands up from the couch. I belly up to my fianc, who towers over me, sending sparks through his unyielding gaze. Id like to see you stop me. Easy. His hands snap around my wrists and then suddenly Im being dragged to the bedroom. My heels dig in the floor, but its so smooth that I fall down. What the fuck are you doing? Let me go! Im in no mood for this right now. Im fucking exhausted. My mothers in there, you piece of shit! He yanks me upright so hard that I bounce off his chest. His body seethes with barely restrained energy. Im getting really tired of this name-calling shit. If you do it again, Ill gag you. You cant just expect me to stay here while my home is in mes! #2 Chapter 66 This is your home. Do you care nothing for me? He softens, running one hand through his hair. Baby, shes fine. It looks like it was just the outside structure. I know you had something to do with this! There it is, finally. Johnny gives me a ck look as my voice rings down the hall. I had nothing to do with this. That is bullshit! I can see the lie right there in his eyes. Let me go! No. Im going to be your husband in a week, Maya, he says in an increasingly frustrated voice. Seeing your family right now is way too dangerous. Stay the fuck out of it until this blows over. Shes your family, too. Theres no fucking way hell keep me away. Johnnys frown bes more pronounced. Its as though he can smell the defiance zing under my skin. He grips my arms and manhandles me into the bedroom,ughing as I twist in his hands and try to shove him back. My efforts to get him off amuse him. Im worried about my mom, and the other people there who Im close to. I understand that. Do you? I fall onto the bed as he pins me down, his body moving above mine. My heart hammers as his tie tickles my skin. Ive met his mother briefly, but I still know nothing about his father, other than that were not supposed to talk about him. He reaches across my body and opens the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out a shiny pair of handcuffs. Oh no. Then a grin tugs at his mouth as he ps each handcuff around my wrists, and attaches them to the headboard. I yank on them, and he catches my wrist. Youre going to hurt yourself. Fuck, hes right. The metal digs into my skin. Johnnys bubble ofughter ignites a furious wave of heat in my chest. He sits up, straddling my waist. Are you seriously handcuffing me to prevent me from seeing my mother? Theughter dies on his face. Maya, please just trust me on this. You cant see your family. Not now. They just put one of my men in the hospital. What happened? They jumped him and beat the shit out of him. Jesus. Is he all right? Hes probably never going to walk again. I sink back into the sheets as all the energy drains from my body. Hell, you shouldnt be surprised. Violence was a way of life back at the MC, but I always did my best to stay out of it. Now Im in the thick of this madness. How many other people are going to get maimed because of me? A smooth feeling on my cheek makes me look into Johnnys softened eyes. Dont do that. Its not your fault. Is he right? Or did I condemn the people I care about just because I wanted a little bit of fun? Now it sounds like Johnny retaliated by setting the MC on fire, although the images only showed damage to the outside structure. They might be all okay. Still, another voice says. Thats pretty fucking bad. Unpleasant warmth heats up my cheeks, the skin on my eyelids, everywhere. The bed sinks as he lowers himself and kisses my nose. I caused it. You didnt do anything except try to have a good time. Theres no crime in that. And now my hands are stretched above my head, tied to his bedposts. If youre going to me someone, me me. If I did, Id hate you so much that Id never be able to look at you again. I cant me him anymore. There were so many things I could have done to avoid strife between the family and the MC. I could have just not fucked around with Johnny. I could have left town, but the thought of leaving him now rips me apart. Its like one of those metal hooks in meat lockers, yanking hard right under my ribs. He started out as everything that I wanted and couldnt have and he ended up being the only good thing in my life-the only man who ever cared about what I wanted. The painful part of it is that he would see the whole MC dead. Theres not a remorseful bone in his body, and a part of me is ashamed to admit I love him for that. I love him, and it hurts. Just fuck me. The grin falters on his face. What? Fuck me. I need to feel him inside me. That sweet release is the only thing thatll make me feel better, but more than that-I need to feel pain. Johnnys face stretches with a primal smile, the one that makes my heart race as fear slowly raises a row of goose bumps over my skin. He digs his hand into my hair and I taste his breath before his teeth sink into my bottom lip. I need you. My stolen whisper drives him wild. He kisses me and rips himself away, and then he curls his fingers around the waistband of my jeans. Theyre tight jeans and they pull on my skin, but he rips them off, rolling them all the way to my feet. Then he bends his head, smiling, and kisses my mound right through the thin fabric of my panties before sliding his hands down my body and taking them off, too. Thoughts of the fire at home creep into my head and clench my teeth together, willing the thoughts out. Please, Johnny. No games. Just fuck me. He climbs back over the bed, still dressed as he snakes his hand behind my head. His heavy body presses into my chest as he seals his lips against mine, kissing me with a frenzy that seems brand new. Im lightheaded when he sweeps his tongue across my bottom lip.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. I fucking need you, too. The space between my legs clenches hard when he hisses in my ear, and then he rolls up the bottom of my shirt, sliding up my bra so that both of them act as a blindfold over my eyes. My gasp hits the air when his warm tongue suddenly licks across my nipple, making it contract. Then his mouth descends over it and he sucks hard. I cant see him, so every movement he makes sends a shock to my pussy, as if his fingers pinched my clit. #2 Chapter 67 Just fuck me, already. But I love feeling his mouth on my tits, the wetness suddenly hitting the sensitive flesh. Please. His groan hits my stomach and I flutter as he kisses right below my ribs. I cant control myself when you beg like that, baby. The sound of his belt loosening from his cks is another throb to my pussy. My mouth waters and I strain against the handcuffs. I want to feel his muscles gliding under my hands. The fabric slithers from his hips and drops to the floor, and my heart pounds as his weight makes the mattress bounce. His hands touch my legs, and he guides them around his waist, and suddenly something hard shoves inside my pussy. A male sigh slides over my ears as he painfully shoves through me, my legs riding up as he sinks into me. I cant see shit, but I dont need to when he fucks me this hard. The chains rattle and I can hear the sounds his cock makes as it slides, and that thrilling noise Johnny makes when he buries himselfpletely. His breathing rises to a crescendo, and so do the pping, wet sounds. He thrusts hard, letting out primal grunts as I tighten around him. It feels so fucking amazing-he always makes me feel so amazing. His hips thrust into me, driving his cock deep as his face nuzzles in my neck. Warm breath billows over my skin as desperate sighs break out from his lips. He holds me tight as he rams deep. It hurts me, but I need the pain. I need him gasping into me as he fucks himself into exhaustion. He silences my moans with his mouth, groaning into my lips as he pounds me hard. Then hees. I feel his cock jumping inside me and the torrent of warmth as he lets out a long, drawn-out groan, followed by desperate breaths. His lips seal against me and I feel his fingers rolling up the t-shirt so that I can see his flushed face. My legs tighten around his waist as he reaches down and pinches my clit, pulsing his length so that I can get off, too. Within seconds I scream, wishing that I could w his back as my pussy contracts over his cock. The tightness in my chest finally loosens as I lie there with Johnnys body over mine, still buried deep inside me. Its the best feeling in the world. The TV hums and flickers to life, blowing up a huge disy of smoldering metal and yellow firefighters walking in the background. Good afternoon. This is Michelle Fox reporting live from Sorel-Tracy wherest night, a tanker truck filled with explosives crashed into the gates of the notorious Sorel-Tracy fortress. Police recovered one body from the fire and suspect- Blood pounds in my ears, drowning out the rest as the camera pans over the wreckage of the ckened truck. A truck full of explosives? And they found a body. This has Johnny Cravotta written all over it. Then an intense heat grips my heart as rage sears through my veins, and then I shut the TV off. How fucking dare he? He came home-he knew exactly what happened and lied to my face, and then he prevented me from seeing my own mother. Dont act so surprised. You knew what he did. I grab my phone from my purse and call her number, my hand shaking as I hold it to my ear. I havent spoken to her since the engagement party. Hello? Mom, its me. Are you okay? Were at the hospital right now. A whimper crackles through the speaker. Waiting for Juliens fiance. Hes dead. Oh my God. Julien. The newly patched member, who I actually liked. I imagine him faceup on a gurney with hollowed cheeks, and a violent feeling rushes up my throat.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. What the hell happened? What the hell do you think happened? Your fianc killed one of our own and sent his body back to us. The air leaves my chest. He-he wouldnt do that. Of course he fucking would! Her scream rings in my ears as two tears slip down my face. Shes right, he would. Especially after one of his guys was put into the hospital. Listen, Iming to see you, I say as I walk around the apartment, gathering my shit. Maya, stay where you are. Your father is- I dont give a shit. I hang up the phone and nce around the empty apartment guiltily, as if Johnnys somewhere out of sight. Itll just be a quick trip. There and back. Ill get to see my mother, and Johnny will never find out. * * * A cold, air-conditioned breeze cycles through the building, making me bury my hands under my arms. My heart beats a violent tattoo as I spot the crowd of leather-d men lounging in the chairs outside the ICU. A few of them look up as I approach. One of them nudges Dads shoulder and he looks up from his chair. Mom freezes on hisp when her eyes pass over me. A dozen pairs of hostile eyes focus on me as I slowly edge into the room, feeling so awkward that I wish I could vanish on the spot. Dad strides toward me with Mom hot on his heels. Carlos! My stomach clenches at the furious, hateful look he throws at me, and then he actually lunges at me. I cross my arms, protecting my face as Mom screams at him. Stop it! My back ms against the wall and his yellowed teeth snarl in my face. You did this, you stupid slut. You fucking killed him! I feel my skin burn as though he pped me. What happened? They burned him. His fiance cant even do an open-casket funeral-that son of a bitch! I hear his words like a series of physical wounds. One after the other. But y-you hurt one of his men. What the fuck did you say to me? You badly hurt one of his men. What did you think he was going to do? He grits his teeth and then slowly pulls his lips into a gruesome smile. You can suck his cock all you want. Youre dead to me. Mom shoves his chest as he points a finger in my face, and I tremble as I listen to him denounce me in front of everyone I know. My cousins-my uncles. I hope you have a miscarriage. No! he screams, turning to my mom. Shes one of them now! What the fuck is your problem with Italians? #2 Chapter 68 You wouldnt understand, he spits.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. I do. Youre just a dumb redneck- He shakes his head,ughing, and then something strange shines in his eyes. Something that almost looks like pity. You dont know what the fuck youre talking about. Italians have been ruining our lives for decades-controlling our drugs, extorting local businesses, making this citys infrastructure a shit-hole. At least we dont fuck with civilians. They kill people and they dont give a damn. Thats what youve chosen, little Maya. You chose a rotten man- Even though my heart pounds so fast, I can still hear myself barely whisper, Hes been good to me. He killed his own father to be boss. Did he tell you that? All the blood pools to my feet as Dad smiles humorlessly. No, of course not. Dad, I- I would have set you up with a nice life. Any one of the guys in the MC wouldve treated you well, but instead you chose this piece-of-shit man who will throw you out the moment youre used up. Then his eyes nce behind me and I turn instinctively, right into someones chest. He grabs my arms and I try to jump away, but its only Johnny, whose face is stony. Carlos, Id appreciate it if you stopped sending your guys after my men. Things could get a bit-hot. Jesus. You fucking cocksucker! One of his men ms Dads chest as he drags my father, who only has eyes for Johnny. Take it easy, he hisses in my dads ear. Johnny watches him and mutters under his breath. Yeah, take it easy, criss de tabarnak. I barely feel his arm curling over my shoulder, and I dont fight back when he turns me around. I feel Johnnys burning heat right through my skin. His anger pounds through his feet. His fingers scratch me through the thin t-shirt Im wearing. Hes fucking pissed that I came here. Well so the fuck am I. He lied to me. How did you know I was here? I keep tabs on you. His voice is tight. Oh, so now you dont trust me? I yank my arm out of his grip and Johnnys eyebrows rise. What the fuck is wrong with you? Youre a lying, cold bastard. He lunges at me, and Im so surprised at the pain crushing my arm that tears spring to my eyes. Were standing in the middle of a busy hallway, but he doesnt give a shit. I dont want to hear this shit right now. You came here when I told you not to-I told you it was dangerous. Shes my mother! What did you expect me to do? I expect you to be smart. The vicious burn seethes in my chest as he pulls me down the hall, and Im bursting to scream at him. How dare he admonish me? He stops suddenly when we go outside and I bump into his back, swearing. Johnny gives me an icy look. I dont want to hear a goddamn word from you while were in the car. Im serious. It could be bugged. This time he leads me to his car, hardly sparing me a backward nce as he walks across the parking lot. My head still pounds with everything my dad said, and he opens the car door for me. I pause and think of what a mess Ive made with my life. Get in. The car ride is tense and my fists clench whenever he takes a sharp turn, or puts his foot on the gas, flooring it. I dare to nce at him and immediately regret it. His whole face burns red, but he stares straight ahead. I cant fucking wait- Maya, dont- You lied to me about everything. I feel so fucking stupid. The things my father said chilled me to the bone, and I cant pretend that Im not really fucking worried that hes exactly what Dad said he was. Julien is gone, and they actually strapped his body to the windshield and lit it on fire. God. I cant even imagine. Wait til we get home. No. Lets talk about this now. Fuck! He ms the brakes in the middle of the street and the car grinds to a halt. I feel my insides lurch as he stops the car, smoke billowing around the tires. My hands slip against the leather, chest pulsing as I realize wevee to a full stop. Maya, please fucking wait until we get home. Ill wait til we get home, and then the gloves areing off. He parks the car and ms the door, but I get out before he can reach my side. Fuck him. I march past him, hardly giving him a nce, and he catches my arm, pulling me to his side effortlessly. What the hell? Dont treat me like a jerk-off, Maya. I dont care how pissed you are with me. And then that bastard nts a soft kiss over my lips, and its so sweet that it almost distracts me from my anger. It makes me cling to him a little bit longer when I just want to smack the smile off his fucking face. Then I remember how pissed Im supposed to be, and I rip away from his side. His chuckle raises my hackles and I stalk into the elevator, pounding the button so I dont have to look at his face. As soon as the door closes, Johnny tries to pull me in his arms. Hey. Dont fucking touch me! I p his hands away and stare into the mirror, watching his deepening frown. #2 Chapter 69 You lied to me. He approaches me close enough to hiss in my ear. If I didnt, you would have headed for that fucking ce and gotten yourself killed. You killed Julien and he was just a kid. Barely younger than me- That kid was the part of the crew that bashed Michaels fucking brain in. My soldier captured him, and we killed him. An eye for an eye. The fucking indifference. So they hurt one of you, and you react by killing one of them and setting his body on fire? Yes, he says, deadpan. He looks like nothing in the world could possibly be wrong with that. The elevator pings and he exits first. I trail after him as he unlocks the door. I have a question for you: how fucked up are you? Im marrying a fucking monster. He grabs my arm with a frustrated sigh and yanks me inside the apartment, mming the door shut. Then he locks the door and I stumble backward, startled from the noise. Im not a monster, Maya. You strapped him to that car-and you burned him. That pretty much makes you one. He was already dead. What the fuck is wrong with you? He pins me against the wall with his eyes, which are shrouded in the darkness of his apartment. Theres nothing wrong with a man trying to defend his family. What family? You, goddamn it! My back hits the wall sharply as he starts forward, grabbing my shoulders. The emotion twisting his face stuns me into silence. Ill do anything-kill anyone to keep my family safe. That kid- -was a fucking degenerate, just like the rest of them. He knew what he was signing up for. What, Im supposed to roll over and let them fuck me in the ass? Tears build up behind my eyes, and I dont know why. I know hes right. There are all these feelings burgeoning inside me, and I dont know where theyreing from. Maybe its just that Im having a fucking baby with this man-this beast of a man who cant even tell me anything real about himself. My dad told me things. His hands slide up my shoulders, disappearing around my neck. Im sure he did. The dismissive tone makes me fire back. He said you killed your father to be boss!This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. I expect him to pull back in disgust. I expect him to deny it. A smile staggers across his face. Yeah, I did. Oh God. And Id do it again, and again-and again. That miserable prick had iting. Oh my God. He cups my face, but I worm away from him, backing into the pitch-ck living room. He wont let me go. Swift hands wind around my waist and pull me closer, right up against his chest where I can feel his heart beating. Dont look at me like that. I dont know how to look at you anymore. Youre not the man I thought you were. Im the same man you met in that bar, hon. Im just-more. My hands are pinned against his chest, and I can barely draw in breath. Soft eyes look down at me. You wont tell me anything about yourself. Thats not true. You killed your own father to get ahead. Why? His body leaves my side as a shadow descends over him like a shroud. Thats not exactly what happened. Johnny walks away from me, looking back as though he expects me to follow, and I do. I follow him all the way into his study, where he walks behind his desk and opens a drawer, fishing out a dusty picture frame. He blows air over the ss and hands it to me. Thats me and my dad. An older, balding man with vague good looks throws an arm around a small boy with dark hair and eyes. The same eyes staring at me right now. I told you he was in the life with me. He groomed me, you know? Raised me in the mob so that one day I could take his position after he retired. Did you get along? He smiles. Yeah. I worshipped my dad. To me, he was a goddamn hero. #2 Chapter 70 How the fuck do you go from there to killing your dad? The smile disappears. The problems came in my midtwenties, when I started making millions of dors for the family a month. I surpassed all the captains-surpassed him. At the time, my dad was a capo and I worked under him. I was getting a lot of attention in the papers for how sessful I was. Basically, I was getting too big, too fast. The pain tightening his voice makes me want to reach out to him, even though I dont even know what happened. They pulled me in for a meeting and everyone was there. They asked me all kinds of questions and my dad said nothing to defend me. I think they were nervous about me. Young kid, lots of money-I could have made stupid decisions and gotten the family under fire. Anyway, I left that meeting knowing that my time was limited. Sooner orter, one of them was going to pop me. Then his whole face clouds over. I just didnt expect it from my own father. Oh my God. Several of them ordered hits on me, including him. Jesus. Johnny looks tired as he walks to the couch and sits down, his head in his hands. My heart clenches in my chest at the sight of him in pain. I sit down next to him and touch his thigh. How did you- He lifts his head and snaps at me. I found him and blew out his fucking brains. Then I gave the boss a choice. He could resign or me and my crew would pick them off, one by one. He resigned. Im so sorry. I can see Johnny still fighting to swallow down the pain of his father-his hero-betraying him. He lifts his head. Karen left me right after that. She didnt want to be with me anymore. It was too much for her. Is it too much for me? Something about the way he looks at me says that he doesnt give a fuck. His hand slides over mine, still resting on his thigh. Im sorry for what I said- Maybe I am a monster, he says, turning around to look at me. But I dont give a fuck if I am. I squeeze his hand. I can handle it, Johnny. I know, he says with a smile, sliding his arm behind my back and dragging me into his arms. Thats why you came to me in that bar. You wanted to fuck around with a wise guy. His smile intoxicates me, more powerful than booze or drugs. It slowly weakens me and an explosive spark ignites somewhere inside me when he bends his head and kisses me. I kiss back, yielding to his soft pressure. Shit, I already want him. I slide my hand around his neck, loving how warm he is. He pulls back, just hovering over my lips.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Im crazy about you, Maya. I think if I dont fuck you every single day for the rest of my life, Ill go insane. For the rest of my life. You always get me so fucking hard, baby. He gently nips at my corbone as desire floods my veins like strong liquor. If we get married, will you ease up on the MC? If? You mean, when. Were getting married, Maya, he ends with a rough edge in his voice. I could change my mind, I say in a dry voice, although its hardly a threat. He smiles as though Ive said a cute joke. Youre not going to change your mind. Like I said, you need me, and Im not letting you go anyway. A question I cant fucking ask while Im wearing a wedding dress. I always assumed I would marry for love, not for politics. Not because I got knocked up. There are so many unanswered questions between us, but I still say I do when our vows are read. His head bows and catches my lips, and I try to kiss him back, but the roar of the crowd distracts me. And then all of a sudden, just like that, Im married. He grips my hand and we walk down the aisle in a shower ofvender petals. I move slowly in the dress his mother helped me pick out, my legs shaking so hard that if it werent for him holding my hand, I would have copsed. We make it to the limousine waiting outside the Catholic church, and then I finally have a few moments of blessed silence. My husband slides into the limousine and shuts the door, giving me a mildly amused look. This is fucking real. Were married. Hes my husband. Thats it. Im bound to him for life. It terrifies me. Did I make a mistake? Maya, you look beautiful in that dress. It takes me a second to appreciate what he said, and a weak smile pulls at my lips. He looks mouthwatering himself. He wears some kind of dark-gray designer suit that Ive never seen before, but its probably expensive enough to pay for a dozen of his regr suits. It fits him perfectly. The fabric glides over his lean muscles and tightens around his legs when he sits down. A smile breaks his handsome face. What, are you shy now? My heart beats in my throat as I stare at him. I want to ask him. I need to ask him. But Im afraid of the answer. Do you love me? His eyes widen slightly and he sucks in breath, looking stunned at my question. It hangs between us, making the air thin. You said, in the beginning, not to expect anything, but I cant. I cant because Im in love with him. The thought of him not feeling the same for me twists a knife in my guts. Then I see the hesitation on his face and I know that my worst fears havee true. The fucking man I married doesnt love me. Maya- I love you! My hands shake as a pained look crosses his face. Its that look that absolutely kills me. Like a dagger to the heart. I love being with you. I love fucking you- -but youre not in love with me, I finish, my throat already thick with tears. God, it fucking hurts. Its not his fault. Hell, he made it perfectly clear that he wasnt going to have feelings for me, but it still hurts. He touches my face. Maya, I cant promise you to be everything you want me to be, but youll have me forever. Ill be a good father to our kids. A thrill shoots up my chest. Kids? #2 Chapter 71 Then a wry smirk makes my heart flip. You didnt think Id stop at one, did you? He gathers me in his arms, almost crushing me with the force of his embrace. Ill be good to you, Maya. His palm instinctively smooths over my womb as he nts a kiss on my head. Youre my wife, now. Youre the most important person in my life. Just believe him. I do believe him. JOHNNY My wife walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my white t-shirts, which barely covers her pussy. Her nipples are like dark circles on the semitransparent fabric, and my dick gets hard as if I didnt fuck the shit out of herst night and this morning. She yawns and I watch the t-shirt ride up her ass as she leans over the kitchen counter. Thats one ce I havent fucked her. I stand up, hard-on zing against my cks as I approach her from behind. She doesnt hear meing and jumps a little when my arm curls around her waist. She leans into my embrace, her curves soft against my body. Maya turns around, smirking as I hook a finger in her dangling neckline and sneak a peek of her tits. Not that I cant see them already. She looks down and sees my hard-on. Again? I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and I squeeze her ass. If youre going to parade yourself like this in front of me, you better get used to it. Her tongue wets her lips and my mouth waters at the thought of having those beautiful lips wrapped around me. She reaches out and grabs my cock, curling her fingers around it. I feel it jump in her fingers. Then my hands sweep around her waist, just under the hem of the t-shirt. I cup her mound and reach back with a finger, finding her nice and wet. I plunge inside her, and her eyes be round as she lets out a small gasp. Jesus Christ, shes wet. So fucking wet. Please, Johnny. I remember the first time I fucked her-how easily she manipted me by throwing her tits in my face. I reach around her back and tighten her shirt, admiring how it wraps around her. I bend my head and sink my teeth into her curves. I grab the little nipple with my teeth and bite, and then I y with my lips. You signed over your pussy to me. We married a week ago in a church. I saw the love in her eyes when we kissed on that altar, and I see it every time she looks at me. I feed off of it-need it just as badly as I need her body. A small chuckle escapes her lips even as Im thrusting in that wet cunt. Her cheeks burn red as I stop. I want tough when the color drains from her face. I gather her thick hair in my hand into a ponytail and I yank her head backward. Youve got something to say? No. Youughed. You think being my wife is a joke? No, she says in a tremulous voice, still smiling. All right, then. I lead her to the kitchen table and push her back so that she bends over. Then I flip the t-shirt over her skin, exposing her beautiful ass. Keeping a firm grip on her hair, I use my other hand to smack her. Her muscles jump as Iy my hand down on her and a slight red tinge blossoms on her cheeks. The sound cracks across the kitchen as I do it again. The red color deepens, rising to her skin as my palm cracks over her again. With my thumb, I spread her cheeks apart and look at her glistening pussy. For the love of God, take your pants off and sink your cock into that. Fuck. I pull on her ponytail slightly so that she arches her back and looks at me with a pained expression. My hand soothes the burn, and then she makes a moan that seems to stroke my cock. I shove my cks down and my boner stands to attention. Then I sink into her streaming pussy and her walls swallow me, letting me into her deep heat. God, its fucking amazing. A long sigh shudders from my lips as I anchor myself, keeping my hand on her hip. Her tits kiss the kitchen table as I nail her from behind, and I relish the sight, reaching forward to grab a handful. Then my hands glide down her arms and I drag them behind her back, holding her wrists with one hand. I use her wrists to yank her back as I thrust my hips hard enough to make her body lurch forward, then wrench back. Its not long before her screams echo all over my apartment. Spread your legs. Wider. I p her ass again and she adjusts her feet. I want to feel my balls flush against her body. My cock throbs, aching for a release, and I m my hips into her with a loud, wet p. She moans with a guttural sound as I hammer her cunt, yanking back on her wrists. So fucking close. Then I let go of her hands and lean over her body, snaking my arm underneath her tits as I grab her shoulder and bury myself deep. I hold it there and a moan rips from my throat as energy runs through my groin like electricity. I pinch her clit and thrust a few more times as her pussy milks me dry. Then I feel her orgasm gripping my cock, and utter another sharp groan. I pull out of her and slide the t-shirt back down, the aftershocks still rippling down my legs. My chest tightens when she wraps her arms around my waist and kisses me, still slightly out of breath. Then I lower my mouth to her ear. Get dressed, baby. Ive a surprise for you. What is it? Youll see. Keep the wife happy while Im working Check. I park my car, rolling up against the side of the curb in the busy street. Maya gives me a curious look as I shut the engine off. What is it? I say nothing, opening the door and watching her face as she gets out. She looks around, confused, and I take her hand. Where is it? The excitement in her voice makes me smile. Im taking you to it. I bought it as a sort of apology for not being able to go on a honeymoon right after the wedding. With everything going on, it wouldve been impossible. I lead her down the sidewalk until I find Sues Hair Salon written in fading lettering on the ss, and then I open the door. Theres a row of sinks and mirrors, a receptionist desk, everything shed need for her own business. What- Its yours, Maya. She wheels around, her face suddenly red as she stares at me. What? Myugh echoes in the room. This ce is yours. Oh my God! She ps her hands over her mouth and screams. Then she tackles my waist and squeezes my middle. Happiness swells inside me to see her so ecstatic. I hold her to my chest and press my lips to her head. Its my wedding gift to you. In tears, she gazes up at me, shaking her head. Its too much. Everything thats mine is yours. I want you to have everything you want. I just cant get over how beautiful she is-how she always looks so amazing. Her hair sits on her shoulders, featherlight. Her lips flush with color as she bites them, trying to keep herself from crying.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. I love you. #2 Chapter 72 And I mean it. For the first time in my life, I mean it. Like her, I dont understand why or how-I just know that shes the one. She gave me what Id been wanting for so long. She clings to my shirt and wraps me in a hug that somehow feels different from the ones she usually gives me. Warm air gusts over my neck. I love you, too. The words give me a thrill. I wanted that, too. Someone devoted to me because they love me, not because Im the boss. Shes the only one who stands up to me and calls me out on my bullshit. I love her for that. Happy tears leak from her eyes. But what about you? I didnt get you anything. I have everything I want. Now what do you say? Thank you, Johnny. I cant believe this-can I change the name? You can do anything you want, baby. Its your business. She just lights up at that, and then I call out to the girls waiting in the back. You cane on out. Six girls walk out of the back room with big smiles as Maya looks at me curiously. These girls are going to be working for you. Theyll help you get clients and get this ce running. She greets them enthusiastically, and I pull her aside. Ive got to go, but you can call Chris when you want to be picked up. Okay! Her lips tremble as sadness ovees her again. Thank you so much. Youre wee. Bye, hon. I kiss her cheek, a glow filling my chest when I watch her smile as she checks out the ce, and then I walk out of the hair salon and back to my car. Ive been up for hours, obsessing over every detail of what we having going onter tonight. Tonights the night of the biggest robbery Ive ever nned. Everybodys ready to go on mymand, but what that kid said to me still grates against my conscience. Hes nning something. Ive got my guys out on the streets, looking for Carlos to bring him in. Im not fucking around anymore. The burning message I left at the fortress wasnt enough. Things are too damn quiet. I run through the list of things in my head as I pull away from the curb and drive toward the meeting at St. Josephs Deli. Weve got the keys to every door, we know the exact procedure to get in and out of there, we know all the guards by name, even that you have to shut the door before opening the safe, otherwise it trips a silent rm. I have a guy who will dispose of the van at the junkyard after I transfer the money at the garage to another car. If this goes perfectly, we wont have to fire a single shot. Common sense tells me to stay the fuck away, but I cant shake that I need to be there. Its the biggest robbery ever attempted. Ive got to be there. Youre putting yourself at risk. Fuck. Waitings the hardest part of my fucking job. For years I was a soldier, getting my hands dirty while my father sat on his ass, waiting for me to bring home a thick wad of cash. Dick. Now Im the boss. I delegate things, which is hard when you like doing everything yourself. I sit in the back of the car. Were parked near the cargo terminal of the airport. Distant screams of jets vibrate the ground and I clench my teeth as I check my watch. The fifty-minute window rapidly approaches, and theres no sign of my men. Somethings wrong. Fuck! Sal clenches his fist at my outburst. Take it easy. We have a small window, Sal. I was very fucking clear about that. It only takes them ny seconds to seal this whole ce. Dark shapes fly out of the cargo terminal, and Chris immediately starts the car. What the fuck are they doing? I see the duffel bags on their shoulders, and then I see them heading for bikes. GO! A white, consuming rage shakes my hands as I grab the pistol strapped to my waist. Chris cuts off the motorcycles with the car and I see their rat fucking faces. One of them swings a shotgun at the window. BAM! The shotguns st kills my hearing as it blows a hole the size of my fist in the window. I m the door open and fling my body behind it, squeezing off shots that I cant hear. The bikers head whips back, the blood like a slingshot behind his head as several sparks burst on the door next to me.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Carlos people are already fucking here. John! A heavy weight ms into my back, and my chin hits the cement. Then I hear a scream and Sals body rolls off me, blood bursting from his chest. I see movement and my arm jerks instinctually. I pull the trigger, but not before he squeezes off a shot. I dive to the right, and my jacket rips open as a bullet grazes my shoulder. Shit. It stings. Motorcycle engines roar all around me and I scream into the air as Sal clutches his chest. I know that look draining his face. Hes not going to fucking make it. A bike slows down and I jump back behind the car door. A deep voiceughs over the roar of the engine and I realize that Im out of ammo. And Im staring at the end of a double-barreled shotgun. Oh God. Maya- Its him. Carlos. Heughs his fucking head off and anger bristles inside me. His fucking face is going to be thest thing I see. Eat the road, fuckface. Im bringing my little girl home, and Ill kill you and any other motherfucker who gets in my way. Thanks for the cash. Then he aims his gun at the tires in my car, blowing them out in a series of deafening sts. My scream dies in the guttural roar of his engine as he throttles away. Maya! This has to be a nightmare. Im just cracking up a little. Theres no fucking way Les Diables made off with my score, killed Sal and I dont know how many others, and is en route to rip my wife and baby from my arms. I stand up, leaving Sal to die on the pavement because nothing matters to me more than getting to my wife as quickly as possible. Blood roars in my ears as I see several more bodies. Chris! He limps toward me as the rest of my crew sprints out of the airport terminal. Fran?ois and the others grind to a halt, shock all over their faces. Jesus. What happened to the money? #2 Chapter 73 Who the fuck cares about the money? Hes going after my wife! Wheres your fucking car? Sirens cut through my voice, and Fran?ois gestures to the car. I sprint toward it, but Fran?ois and the other men hesitate. We cant just leave them. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR! My family-my real familyes fucking first. He doesnt try to argue with me a second time. I sprint toward his car, the footfalls of my guys behind me. We pile into the car and a pang hits me as we roll beside Sals body. Ive got to end it. He shouldve been dead weeks ago, and now Im paying the price. The tires screech as we drive the fuck out of there. I try to think of where Maya might be. Home? Theres no way hed make it to my apartment. Where is she? Try the hair salon. It keeps ying over and over in my head as hot blood slides down my arm. He cut us down like dogs, and then he took my fucking money. Now he wants to take my wife, too. What if he does the same to her? A horrifying image of Maya surrounded by a pool of blood makes me pound the dashboard until my knuckles bleed. My mind goes red when Fran?ois drives on the street where my wifes hair salon is. Chrome glints in front of the ce. Three, four bikers. They raise their weapons. SMASH. The windshield splinters like a spiderweb. RUN THEM OVER! He ms it and the car screeches as metal folds underneath, their bodies flying over the cracked windshield. Theres a huge bang, and he loses control of the van, crashing into a parked car. My body ms into the dashboard as he hits the brakes, but immediately I open the door and get out, the world swimming in front of me. I have to save her. Gunshots crack at me, exploding next to me as bits of brick fly. My shoulder smashes into the salons door, and a female scream hits my ears. Im not going-LEAVE ME ALONE! Youreing with me if I have to fucking drag you back. Well get you some doctors-well fix the- NO! JOHNNY! My wife screams my name as I draw my gun. He has her hair fisted in his hand, and I cant see anything but my father. My vicious, backstabbing father. I took the ck bag from his face- I sneak up behind Carlos and with the hand holding the pistol, I crack it across his skull. He sneered at me, his hands cuffed behind his back. He lets out a deep moan as I do it again, and again. There are screams all around me, like a chorus of demons. I make the bastard kneel on the hard floor. Dad kneeled on the shitty floor as I held my Beretta against his head. He looks at me with hatred. What the fuck is so wrong with me? I screamed the question to him. It was raining. Big fat drops all over my skin, as if I were crying. It felt like it. I see my old man, staring up at me. WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS? I waited, but he said nothing. Then I raise my gun to his head, and I pull the trigger. I kill him all over again. Dark blood vomits out of the back of his head, and his eyes immediately roll up into his head, but this time a woman screams. His body crashes to the floor, blood spilling over the brand-new tiles. Youre going to die alone, surrounded by your riches. I loved him. Now hes dead. Hes fucking gone and I killed him. My feet give way and I sink to the ground, clutching my head as the pool of red touches my feet. JOHNNY! Mayas shaking arms pull me into a hug, and Im ripped to the present. Im kneeling in her fathers blood. Technically, my father, too. Shes my wife. Shes all that matters now. MAYA Time heals all wounds. Whoever invented that phrase was full of shit. It absolutely does not heal all wounds. The unopened invitation to my sons birthday party is fucking proof of that. Mom wants nothing to do with me. I havent healed from that. The pain doesnt go away, it just gets easier to deal with. Live and let live, Johnny says. Time wont heal the fact that he killed my mothers husband, the president of the Devils MC. It also wont make the MC forget the bloodbath that followed the botched robbery at the airport. Yeah, I know all about it. The whole world does. Papa! Matteo runs on two uncertain, wobbly feet as the door opens, signaling the arrival of his father. The rambunctious toddler attaches himself to Johnnys leg, and his deepughter echoes into the kitchen as he stoops down and picks up his son, hoisting him in his arms. Even after all this shit, I still melt when I see him holding our son. Hey, little man. Johnny, its time for his nap. Noo! A wide grin splits Johnnys face as Matteo protests. Ill put him to bed. Okay. I dont think Ive ever seen him so happy as when he first held his son in his arms. Tears of joy swam in his eyes. Theres a bounce in his step that wasnt there before, and I wonder if its because his void is filled. I walk to the living room and settle on the couch, grateful for a minute of peace and quiet after spending the whole day with Matteo. I lean against the cushions, almost nodding off, and then I feel his presence behind me. Hands suddenly caress my shoulders, and then he walks around to join me. He pins me against the cushions with his body as his hands light a trail of desire on my skin. They find my neck, and I turn my head, tasting his breath. He kisses me and a rush of heat hits my groin as he slides his tongue across my mouth, and then he pulls back. I want another one. Another baby? Are you crazy? He should have a brother. Or sister. He leans in and nips my ear. Its time to get you knocked up again. Why dont you get knocked up? At the same time, I cant deny it doesnt appeal to me, especially when his lips kiss the vein throbbing on my neck. Even though Im exhausted, a thrill hits me right between my legs. I want another kid, Maya. He palms my womb again and slides his hand between my panties and jeans, forcing it all the way down. And youre going to give it to me. Then his finger dips, stroking my wetness. Fucking hell. It doesnt take me long to shed every stitch of clothing, his mouth greedily sucking every avable inch of flesh. I cry out, my gasp hitting the air. Then he flips me over the couch and grabs my hips. I feel the heat of his thighs against my ass. Then it slides in, the head pushing my walls apart. He fucks me until Im gasping for breath, until I think Im going to copse from the sheer ecstasy of his cocks relentless pounding. Then he empties his seed inside me with a huge groan and Ie with him, both of us climaxing together. I want to pass out. He kisses my back, his chest pulsing, and even when he pulls out he keeps his hand inside me. The thought of actually trying for a baby gives me a thrill Ive never felt in my life.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Youre an amazing father-better than I even couldve hoped for. He glows when I say that, unable to contain the wide, ear-to-ear smile. Hes the love of my life-father of my kid. Then youd better get ready. Im not stopping until that stick turns pink. He kisses me. I love you. Everything falls into ce when he holds me. I know that Im supposed to be with him. We have each other. And thats all that matters when youre in love. #3 Chapter 1 JACK Music pounds from the floor-to-wall speakers, radiating outward. The waves shake into my leg, traveling upward to bury somewhere in my chest. The bass ys my rib cage like a drum, and I lift the cool ss to my lips-I dont remember what the fuck Im drinking-and I tilt my head back. A vague burning sensation fills my mouth as multicolored lights bleed into each other. Jesus, Im wasted. Im wasted a lottely. A hand pounds my shoulder really fucking hard, and I turn around, ss in hand. The whole world turns with me in swirls of color. Im ready to smash the drink in his face, but its only Fran? ois. He gives me a look that boils my blood. That upturned nose and those haughty eyes condemn me. Go ahead and judge me, you fuck. Like anyone in my position would be sober. His mouth moves, and it takes a few seconds to work out what hes saying. Are you ready to go? Am I balls deep in some chick right now? He rolls his eyes. I came here to getid, and Im not leaving until that happens. We went out tonight celebrating myst night of freedom, but so far its a fucking letdown. Johnnys axe hangs over my neck, and I keep thinking about that instead of scoring easy pussy. Keeping the boss waiting isnt smart, Jack. Fuck the boss. Fran? oiss jovial face falls ever so slightly as heat rises to my skin. Its almost as if I said it out loud. Maybe I would say it if I had a death wish, but I dont want to think about that piece of shit right now. My head turns, swimming in colors and perfume and the hundreds of bodies, smashed together. Ignoring him, I slide into the thick of the dance floor. I came here for pussy. Onest wild night. Used to be that I had wild nights every fucking night. A new day, a new girl. Easy and simple is how I like it, and getting a hot piece of ass to follow me to bed was never hard. A roll of cash and a few soft words on their ears would usually do the trick, but some girls dont go for that. Some girls want me to whisper something dirty in their ears. They want the filth. They want me to talk about making theme with my tongue. Ill tell them how big my dick is. None of them believe me, and then its easy to persuade them to go somewhere so that I can show them privately. Some of them are wild for action. They want excitement in their lives. Then all I have to do is show the gun hanging at my hip and tell them that I work in construction, and theyre mine for the evening. There are beautiful girls everywhere, wearing shorts with tattered strings that brush over the swell of their nicely tanned asses, just begging for a squeeze. A tall blonde pushes her hair back shyly and smiles at me, but shes not really my type. Nice tits though. I keep squeezing my way through, but its impossible to be heard, and Im not about to throw a girl over my shoulder and walk out. This isnt working. There are too many lights and sounds. Frankly Im in danger of falling on my ass, and heat presses in on me from all sides. I feel like Im in a straitjacket. By the time I make my way back to the bar, Fran? ois is gone. He fucked off somewhere. Good. The bartender looks up as I arrive, making me a drink before I can even sit down. If I didnt know any better, Id think she was trying to take advantage of me. She knows who I am-the people Im connected to. That alone keeps the drinks flowing all night.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. I sit down on the small ck stool and eye the poured drink ruefully. Theres no fucking way I can have another one, not when I dont even feel like I have limbs anymore. Hey. A timid, feminine voice filters through the bullshit sting on the speakers, and I turn my head to the left. Wow. Its like a mirage. A stunning girl sits on the stool next to mine. It takes a while for me to get the details of her into focus, like the white spaghetti-strap tank top shes wearing, and the little red flowers decorating it. Her tits are perky and I have to resist the urge to look at her cleavage. She makes my cock throb. I look down her thin waist to the jeans sticking to her ass like skin and then back to her face. Long, highlighted blonde hair brushes her slight, feminine shoulders. She has a vulnerable look about her that ispletely at odds with her amazing body. Her eyes are wide and blue, and theres a small dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. A girl like her should be brimming with confidence, but instead she ys with her ss, her rose-painted fingernails running up the sides incessantly. Its my job to notice peoples weaknesses. To assess and exploit. Its my bread and butter, so to speak. This girl screams inexperienced, and my dick jumps at the thought of being the one to break her-to shove my cock inside her tight pussy and watch her shatter as I take her wide-eyed innocence. Hey, sexy. Goddamn it, Im still drunk as hell. Thankfully she just smiles at me,ughter all over her face. Youre not so bad yourself. Hello. Oh, thats one thing I already know. Sheughs, a bell-like sound. Do you want to have a drink with me? You can do anything you want to me, baby. I study her jittering ankle. Shes nervous. Thats cute. A smile spreads across my face, and I beckon to her with a finger. Come here. Pink rises in her cheeks as she hesitantly slides off the stool and takes a few steps toward me. I grab her wrist and yank her forward so that her body stumbles and then I pull her over myp. She wraps her arms around my neck with a surprised gasp. Id rather have a taste of you. For a moment she just eye-fucks me as the tiny freckles dotting her nose burn. My hands snake around her waist and I feel the heat of her burning through the thin fabric of her camisole. Thats a pretty good line. Give me a fucking kiss. I love feeling the weight of her on myp. Her hair tickles my skin as she leans forward, her pale lips hovering over my face. Sweetness flows over my tongue as I catch her bottom lip, crushing my mouth against hers. A spicy, ginger smell wafts from her hair, which is as smooth as silk. Theres nothing like having a gorgeous woman on yourp. Nothing like having a gorgeous naked woman on yourp, ying with your clothes and ready to do your bidding. Fuck, my cks tighten just thinking about it. I want to feel her smooth skin gliding in my hands, and I want her to feel my rock-hard cock riding against her bare ass. Thank God I dont get whiskey dick. She pulls away from me before I can stick my tongue down her throat. I watch how she sucks in breath through those small pink lips that Id love to see wrapped around my cock. Shes close enough to kiss again. Close enough to do anything I want, which is to drag my tongue down her neck to her milky cleavage. Look at her tits. Do it. But I force myself to hold her gaze. My heart does a small flip when her lips pull away, revealing a row of white, even teeth. Damn, she has a beautiful smile. Youre a very good kisser. Blood pounds in my head, my vision still swimming with booze. There are a lot of other things Im good at. Want me to show you? Aughing, sweet smile fills her face, as if she cant believe what shes hearing. Lets have a drink. Disappointment settles in my guts and then I realize that she just wants to talk bullshit for a while so that she feels less bad about her one-night stand. I cant have another drink. Look at me. You dont look very drunk. Trust me, I am. But not drunk enough to not see how the skin on top of her breast jumps with her pulse. Or feel the blood pounding through my cock. Elle est belle en tabarnak. I only have half an hour before I have to leave, and I have to fuck this girl. For fucks sake, she made the first move. This should be easy. But I can still give you the best night of your fucking life. What do you mean by that? #3 Chapter 2 Ill make your toes curl, baby. Uh-huh. Ill fill you up until you scream. Youll never feel so sore and good after a night with my cock. A few seconds of stunned silence follow my words and then I turn my head to kiss that throbbing vein in her neck. Her nails dig into me ever so slightly. Good. I have her.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. She clears her throat. What makes you think you can even use that cock in your condition? My blood churns at the salty tone in her voice. Fuck, I love girls with attitude. Babe, Ive fucked women when I was much more wasted than this. Yeah? Her chest flushes with red. And how many of them want a second time with you? A smile hitches on my face. All of them. She shakes her head, not believing me. I slip my phone out of my cks, still very conscious of her ass sitting on myp, right over my cock. I show her my text messages, a dozen or so unread ones with random numbers. I pick one at random: OMG that was so hotst night lets get together again r u free Friday? She snorts withughter and then she goes back, selecting another one: I will literally suck your dick off if we go out again. I do anal. This time she throws her head back andughs, the phone shaking in her hand. Its a beautiful sound that makes a hot drop of pleasure run down my throat. I take the phone from her, chuckling. See? Why do you get their numbers if you never call them back? I shrug as a shard of unpleasantness suddenly bursts the bubble of my happiness. The truth is just far too depressing. I dont know. She smiles at me, and I dont think Ill ever forget that smile. My heart bumps a little when she slides her hands around my neck. Youre here alone, arent you? She nods as a deep blush fills her face. Yeah. Perfect. My mouth hovers over her ear. I brush back her hair with a finger and her shoulders shiver. Do you want to go somewhere to talk-in private? I figure thats more polite than, I want to fuck you. Her head turns, her lips inches from mine. Im startled by the warmth gripping my insides when an uncertain smile pricks her face. I dont know. Yes, you do. She jerks her head to the side. I dont. Why offer to buy me a drink, then? Her heated gaze falls back over me, strong but unsure. Cause I- She breaks off with a chuckle of bitterughter. Never mind. I should go. Her body slides from myp, but I catch her before she can fall, wrapping both arms tightly around her small waist. She turns to me with a scandalized look. Hey! My chest rumbles with a smallugh. Im not letting your sweet ass out of my sight until I get what I want from you. My mouth hovers right over hers. Thirty minutes. Alone. Thirty minutes? What- Is that some kind of joke? Her eyebrows arch high right before I spread my palm on her back and drag my fingernails down. If Im not the best fuckingy youve ever had after thirty minutes, I dont deserve to call myself a man. Fingers clench the back of my head. Okay. Awesome. I stand up from my stool and deposit her to the floor gently, holding out my hand for her to grab. She slides a smooth hand in mine and then I curl my arm around her waist, feeling her rapid breaths as her cheeks ze. I leave a tip for the bartender and climb the stairs to the VIP rooms, which I hope are deserted. A quick nce through the ss doors tells me no. Fuck. I open the door to a room filled with soft purple leather couches, the ck lights emitting an annoying dark haze over the whole room. A loud group sits in one of the couches, but theres no way Im fucking this girl with a crowd of people listening in, so I make a beeline for them. My eyes meet the surly gaze of some backwards-baseball-cap-wearing douchebag. Johnny Cravotta needs the room emptied. Get out. Shit-hes here? Thats none of your concern. As a matter of fact hes not, but its not like Douchebag will try to challenge a wise guy. They exchange worried looks and rise from the couch, filing out one by one as the door finally shuts us into silence. The girls arm trembles at my side and I take it, leading her to an empty couch. She sits down like a small bird and I sink into the leather beside her, curling an arm over her shoulders. Her curves press into my side as she twists her body, my blood pounding where she daintily touches my leg. Heat spreads across her pulsing chest. The red blush fills her skin like a fever. I slip my fingers under her white spaghetti strap and caress her shoulder. I have half a mind to pull it down. Shes not wearing anything else underneath- Holy fuck; Im hard as a rock. Her tremulous voice breathes out again. Do you have a girlfriend? Wife? #3 Chapter 3 Not yet. No. Its fun watching her squirm. Desire parts her lips as I continue my slow massage of her shoulder. Her eyes keep lingering on my face-my lips. Blonde hair shifts, obscuring her face from view. I-uh-fuck, sheughs into her hands. Im so embarrassed. My other hand touches her chin, and she turns back toward me. Warm breath mists over my mouth and for a moment I cant hear anything but the roaring sound of my blood. You shouldnt be shy. Whys that? Because a girl like you gets whatever she wants. All you have to do is ask. I just- I hear her sharp intake of breath just before I close in the few inches between us. My lips touch hers as the hand ying with her shoulder snakes into a tangle of her hair. Heat smolders between us as she kisses me back, hesitant at first and then more forceful. She shoves the jacket from my shoulders and finds the space under my neck to touch my bare skin. Then Im on fire-my hand falls down her shoulder to grab one of her tits. The fabric is so fucking thin that I can feel the stiff peak of her nipple. My thumb caresses the hard nub and a high, desperate sound leaves her mouth to enter mine. Jesus Christ. I want this fucking girl. I want her tits in my mouth and her pussy swallowing my cock, but I only have a half hour before I really have to leave. Pick up the fucking pace, Jack. She pulls back and I inwardly groan as she gives a little shake of her head. Whats wrong, sweetheart? Im supposed to be somewhere. Me too. My hand reaches down her back, grabbing the edge of the camisole and dragging it up, over her skin. Her eyes widen like saucers as I lift it over her creamy white globes and all the way up. I fling the camisole away and cover her tits with my hands. Fucking gorgeous tits. Ill fuck you really nice and fast-thats what you want, isnt it? Im distracted by the feeling of them in my hands, and a low growl issues from my throat when she nods. Whats your name? Her heartbeat ms into my hand and I just want to rip the rest of her clothes off, but she drags her fingers up and down the back of my neck. A smile staggers across my face. Its Jack. Im Beatrice. Hello, Beatrice. My mouth fastens over her nipple and she gasps as I take the other one between my thumb and forefinger, pinching hard as I drag my tongue over her skin and suck. She clutches my neck and digs her fingers, letting out a loud moan that surprises me.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. I might as well taste all of her. I did promise to be the besty she ever had. Stand up, sweetheart. Do it now. My teeth bite into her wonderful, jiggling tits before I smack her ass. I see the red mark zing on her white skin as she pulls away to stand up in front of me shyly. Her lips are plump and wet, and the way her hair looks slightly mussed up makes me want to bend her over the coffee table. She sucks in her bottom lip and bites it. My cock throbs, growing along my leg like a steel pipe. Take off your clothes. All of them. I watch as mymand runs through her body. She hesitates, looking over her shoulder at the ss windows. Do as I say. Her head snaps back as she sucks in a deep breath, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and pulling them down with agonizing slowness. They drag over her bony hips, revealing a shaved pussy gleaming with wetness. My mouth waters to see the rest of her creamy thighs and calves. I follow her hands all the way down until her feet step out of her jeans. Get that beautiful pussy in my face. A thrill hits my chest as she steps forward, following my everymand. Damn, she likes taking orders, doesnt she? Its hot. My eyes are on the sheen of wetness sticking to her inner thighs. My cock strains against my cks as she stands on the couch uncertainly. My hand slides up the back of her thigh, right up to her tight ass. I fondle her perfect bubble and then I strike her hard. Her muscles twitch and she lets out a sharp gasp. Closer. But Ive never- My hands circle her thighs as she stands up on the couch, bringing me face-to-face with her pussy, which is the exact same shade of pink as her blush. I dont give a fuck that were exposed to the entire club-I cant waste another second without my tongue inside her. My lips touch her clit and my tongue slides against her sweetness. Oh my God! She curls her fingers in my hair and yanks hard enough to make me grunt. I guess she likes it. I reach back with my tongue all the way and slide along her slippery folds, feeling her rock against my mouth as her body gives in to pleasure. Her pussy drips and I drink her in, enjoying the mild taste as her muscles clench around my tongue. Then I grind against her, shoving myself deep inside her cunt as I massage her soaking clit with my thumb. I feel my briefs getting wet with the pre-cum slipping out of my cock, and I so badly want to rip my pants off and yank her down over me. I kiss her, circling her nub as my fingers slip inside her. Goddamn, shes so wet for me. I hammer her cunt with my two fingers, sucking her reddened flesh as she grips my hair and screams something in my ear. Kiss me! Shit. I pull her hips down so that she falls to myp. Soft, round tits smash against my chest as she throws her arms around me and crushes her mouth to mine. My body falls backward and I just manage to catch myself with an arm thrown behind myself. Her voice is raw, panting as she kisses me, sweeping inside my mouth to taste herself. Feeling her wild tongue inside me makes me wonder what itd feel like to have her swallow my cock, but were pressed on time. Fucking hell. Her nails drag over my skin, scratching me as she rips off my dress shirt. Scattering buttons hit the marble floor. I sit up as she yanks the shirt from my body, my heart pounding hard, driving alcohol from my head. Heat simmers just below the surface of where she touches me. She runs her fingers over my muscles, her rosebud mouth flushed from kissing me. I grab the back of her head and twist her long hair into a rope, kissing her neck. She gasps. Lie down and spread your legs. Then my hand slips from her neck and my heart pounds against my skin as she looks up at me, her eyes wide. Theyre so blue. She obeys me, her tits spreading over her chest as she lies down. I just want to throttle through and fuck her until the whole club can hear her screams, but the vulnerability in her eyes stops me. I follow her gaze below my belt, to my livid erection pressing absurdly against my cks. She flinches as I undo my belt and fling it aside. Then I walk right to her head and pull down my cks and briefs. Veins throb along my cock and a glistening bead of pre-cum hangs precariously as my dick springs free from my pants. I fist the base of it and watch her lick her lips. You like it, sweetheart? Want to touch it? A grin tightens my face as she reaches up and grabs me with both hands, moving up and down as if shes never touched a cock before. She cups my balls with one, the other held firmly at the base. My cock jumps in her hands. Youre so big. #3 Chapter 4 Ive primed your pussy so that I could fuck you with every inch. I reach down and grab one of her tits as she ys with me, and then she looks at me with an uncertain gleam, her lips inches from my cock. Can I? She leans forward before I can respond, licking the pebble of pre-cum from my head. I squeeze her tits hard as she starts forward again, wrapping her lips around my head. A deep sigh leaves my throat as her tongue slides underneath, all the sensitive nerves on fire from her mouth. Now shes sucking my cock, her beautiful, innocent eyes looking at me shyly, as if for approval. Its fucking hot. Dont be shy, take it all the way. Using my hand, I apply pressure to the back of her head and watch my cock slowly disappear in her throat. She pulls back to breathe, my dick greased with her saliva, and then she tries again. I want your nose to touch right here. I point to the skin right above my groin. Shit, I love blowjobs. Sloppy, wet, noisy blowjobs, and this girl seems to be the queen of them. She grabs the base of my dick hard and runs her tongue along my shaft, gagging herself, and my muscles flex. Its so hard not to just grab her head and fuck her throat, especially when she reaches around to grab my ass, pushing my cock deeper inside. My cock touches the back of her mouth, and then her nose touches my body. Good God, any more and Ille inside her. Good girl, I say in a heavy voice, feeling as though Im drunk again. Very, very good girl. I love the view. Gorgeous, naked girl, sucking my cock. She moves on all fours and grabs my hips, and I cant stop admiring her. The way her back dips, the delicate curve of her spine leading to her perfect ass, still pink with the imprint of my hand. Stop. My cock throbs against her lips as she gives me a questioning look, and I bend over as her creamy neck arches with my hand gently pulling the back of her head. Then I seal my kiss against her lips, grabbing her one of her tits with a rough hand, feeling their orbicr shape, the way they bounce in my hands. Fuck, I cant believe how hard I am. I taste myself inside her mouth, my tongue ying with hers. My hand slips lower, away from her chest to her other curves. What a nice ass. So tight I could probably bounce a penny off her. Then I sweep around her hip to that pussy thats already creaming for me. Her head lolls on my arm when my two fingers slide inside her tight walls, her eyes lit in an expression of ecstasy. I slide them in torturously slow, watching how she twists and how her legs move and how she bites her lip and moans anyway. Shes a sexy sight. I keep finger-fucking her, increasing the pace as her pussy gets soaking wet-the sounds unnaturally loud. Perhaps its because I can only see and hear her, and my dick feels like its going to fall off soon if I dont hammer that perfectly primed cunt. But I want to get her as close to the edge as possible. I pride myself on my abilities, on leaving every girl satisfied. I dont want this girl satisfied-I want her floating on cloud nine; I want her to sing bads about my cock. She grasps my neck with her dainty fingers and moans into my mouth like a slut. Blood pounds in my head like a hammer. Ive never been so worked up in my goddamn life. Its the sounds she makes. Jack, please.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. I slide my fingers out of her, my cock jumping when I hold them to my face and suck every drop of her. You taste so fucking good. Red mes lick her cheeks. I think Im going to take turns fucking you and jamming my tongue as far as I can inside that sweet pussy. How does that sound? She kisses me. No, she attacks me with her arms winding around my neck and her tongue down my throat. Her fingernails rake the back of my neck, and its fucking hot, but I push her back gently so that her heaving body lies on the couch. Get the fucking condom. I nearly rip the thing in half as I fish it out of my pants and roll it on my iron-stiff cock. Shes just the perfect sight. Nothing better than a wet and willing woman, legs already open for you. She wraps her legs around me and I guide the head between her folds, feeling that first bit of resistance. I slowly sink into her and she lets out a high gasp. I look at her, and her face is contorted. What the hell? Whats the matter? She pulls me down and Im sure the vein on my forehead is ready to blow. Im halfway inside this girl and I want to fuck the shit out of her. Her eyes are wide and her chest pulses hard, but she clings to my neck. I slide another inch inside, feeling how tight her walls are. I nt a kiss on her damp neck. You need to rx. I-its been a while. Oh, fucking great. Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to stop? Please, God, say no. No. Please. I thrust again, hearing her breath hitch in her chest. I just love seeing her reaction to my huge cock. Its so fucking big. I told you I was going to bury every inch inside you. I give her a moment to adjust and then I thrust a little harder. Her muscles loosen around me and she squeezes my head, raking her nails up and down my back. She clenches around me as I drive into her harder. Gradually I feel her let go. She digs her nails into my neck, raking them down until she anchors over my ass. Oh my God, it feels so amazing. I told you. I wait until her breaths start to quicken. Until every thrust rends a moan from her throat. Until I feel like Im going to explode. Then I pull out, and her flushed face narrows at me. What are you doing? I shift my body so that her legs curl over my back and shove my face to her steaming cunt. Its swollen with arousal. As soon as my lips touch her she clenches her thighs around my face. Jesus! I breathe into her pussy, sliding my tongue over the bud that makes her scream. My fingers spread her open and my tongue slips inside. Her pussy keeps clenching over my tongue as I drive it in as far as I can, closing my mouth over it to drink her. I stroke her thighs, even reach to touch her stomach. Her muscles twitch under my fingers and then she bends, sitting upright. She grabs my hair. I love the ferocity on her face. She shudders when I give her a clit a kiss. Lie down, sweetheart. Im not done. She pulls on the roots of my hair. But I want you now. It takes everything inside me not to climb back over her and go to town. Im going to spank you if I have to ask you again. #3 Chapter 5 Then her fingers loosen from my hair and I stick out my tongue. I slide up and down, waiting for her to gasp or moan, the sound hitting my cock. Jesus Christ, I have to shove my dick inside that wet pussy. I suck her hard, just flicking my tongue against her sensitive bud. She arches her back and grasps her hair. Please! Jesus fuck, I cant take it anymore. I get back on the couch, shoving myself between her as Ie face-to-face with her, guiding my cock through her wetness. The urgency builds inside me like a pulsing ache, and I grab her tiny waist. I watch her eyes go wide when I shove my cock inside her, again and again. She ws my ass, and shes so wet that the sound of my balls pping her pussy echoes loudly in the room. The sounds she makes-the howling, the begging-fuck, its hot. Then I reach down and I pinch her clit just as I feel my stomach seize with a violent tremor.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Fuck! I cover her mouth with mine as the pressure building up in my cock finally explodes. My hips thrust into her as I moan loud enough to surprise myself. She buries her fingers in my hair, breathing hard against my lips. I watch those blue eyes break as she sumbs to the orgasm shaking through her body. She clings to my neck and kisses me as aftershocks of my orgasm rip through me, thrusting my hips. Goddamn, I came really hard. I prop myself on my elbows and I wipe away a strand of hair sticking to her forehead. Her face breaks into a wide smile. That was amazing. I told you, didnt I? Her cheeks burn a dark fuchsia, and I wonder why Im not already on my way, picking my clothes off the floor and making some excuse why I cant stay. Im still here, balls deep inside her. Something freezes me in ce. Maybe its the way shes still begging me with those eyes. Whats that look? Her eyes are so fucking blue. I thought youd be different. I make a noise through my nose. I thought youd be an asshole. I trace her plump bottom lip. An aftershock of my orgasm shakes through my body and I feel like Im drunk on the smell of her hair. It takes me a while to respond. Because? Youre a wise guy. My stomach tightens. How did she find out? You practically threatened that jock by dropping Johnnys name. Yeah, well, Im not an asshole to women, but everyone else is shit out of luck. The corners of her eyes wrinkle with a smile. Tough guy, huh? My elbows sink into the couch cushions as I nuzzle her neck. When I nt a kiss on her throat, she utters a small gasp and I smile against her skin. You think youve got me pinned down? I pull back far enough so that her nose touches mine. Her shoulders lift in a shrug and she nces away shyly. Maybe. What about you? A smile staggers across my face. Let me guess: sheltered girl who had to sneak out so that she could get some dick. Close enough. I knew it. A tinge of regret hits me because no matter how hot the sex was, I wont see her again. I cant. Im already dreading the moment Ill have to see the puzzled disappointment in her eyes. She watches me, mouth half-open as if she wants to say something, and then the drowsy happiness fades from her eyes. Beatrice rolls on her side and reaches for her shirt. I pull out of her, unsticking my body from hers. Avoiding my gaze, she stands and picks up her clothes. I grab my cks and stare at her, thrown by her behavior. You should be d you dont have to give her some excuse. Beatrice stands awkwardly, watching me dress. An odd expression hangs on her face. Then I button my shirt, smirking at the destroyed threads of one of the buttons. All right. I have to go- I-I want- She opens her mouth with an air of determination, but I take her face in my hands gently. If I could see you again, I would. Sorry, hon. I kiss her stunned cheek and turn around before she can plead with me. Regret settles in my guts like lead. She was an incredibly hoty, and maybe I wouldve called her. Fuck, you dont forget a girl who gives head like that. Ill see you soon, Jack Gallo. A smile hitches on my face and my hand is on the doorknob before I realize I never gave that girl myst name. How did she know myst name? It bugs me the whole night, and I cant figure it out. Do I know her? I think Id remember a girl like that. I keep slipping into earlier tonight, when I was banging the shit out of that smoking-hot girl-Beatrice. Definitely the besty Ive had in months. Fucking focus. I push thoughts of that girl out of my head. The hospital is dark after midnight. They dim the hallways slightly and the rooms are ckened, and its quiet except for an oppressive, electrical hum that puts me on edge. All these fuckingputers and equipment. I want to take a bat to them. I walk into the ICU, swiping the stolen badge over the wall, which unlocks the double doors. I stroll in and veer to the left, avoiding the nurses station. My footsteps dont make much noise on the polished floor. Years of being a predator on the streets taught me how to keep quiet. I never thought Id use it for this. Then I pass the room where he died and a vicious surge of energy hits my chest. Theyre fucking animals. All of them. A body hits my chest as I round the corner. He bounces off me and his clipboard goes flying, and I bend over quickly to pick it up. #3 Chapter 6 Fuck. Sorry. I hand over the clipboard and he rips it from me. I peer at his badge. Nathan Ross. The very same Nathan Ross Im trying to find. Frustration bleeds into hot rage as my fists tighten at my sides. Its fine, he says in an irritated tone. Can I help you? Yeah, you can help me. You piece of shit. He looks young-probably the same age as me-but he looks like shit. There are cuts on his face where the retard shaves himself, and his haircut is uneven. Dark circles under his eyes indicate sleepless nights. No. Have a nice day. I force myself to turn on the spot and walk away from him as every inch of me seethes. Wont have to wait that long. I dont actually remember walking back to the parking garage. My eyes blink under the cover of the darkness, hands shaking. Theres no fear, just searing-hot madness. A whistle cuts through the garage and I hide behind the concrete wall next to Nathans car. His footsteps echo loudly and I make sure to hide under in sight of the camera. Another surge of hatred burns my insides. Whistling. How the fuck can you whistle? A man dressed in blue scrubs walks beside me. I lunge at him like a snake, immobilizing him in seconds and smothering his mouth with my hand. He struggles violently, and my arm slides over his throat. I squeeze the vein throbbing on the side of his neck and wait until his body goes limp. I let him copse to the floor, his head smacking against the concrete. Theres no point in killing him now. Then I fish in his pants for the keys to his car and I pop open the trunk. His body makes a dull sound as I throw him in there. The drive doesnt soothe my nerves. I can hear him fucking around in the back, but it doesnt matter. Nothing matters. I expect him to pass out from the heat, but even that would be too good for that rat bastard. A horrifying image of my brother immobilized on the hospital bed shes through my head, but I shove it away. Cant think of that now. The car bounces as I drive through the uneven dirt road to the junkyard. His screams rebound inside the small trunk, and finally I park his car between two mounds of crushed metal and cut the engine. This might be it. His screams lift to the air when I pop open the trunk. What the fuck are you doing? Where am I? If you move, Ill kill you. I slip the sidearm out of my jacket to let him know that Im not fucking around.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Watery blue eyes widen with fear as he lies in the trunk of his own car, and I hear a dull roar pounding in my ears. I raise the gun to his temple. Whoa, whoa, whoa! You can have my money. He grabs his wallet from his pocket and tosses it to me. Itnds in a cloud of dust. Just take it! Maybe Ill y with him before I eat him. I grab the flimsy wallet from the ground and search through its contents. Twenty bucks? Thats all you got? Geez, a nurses sry aint much, is it? I can get more! Please, dont hurt me! Dont hurt me. But the asshole didnt care about my brother, did he? He didnt give a flying fuck about him. I grab the scruff of his neck and smash the heel of the gun over his face. His nose shatters and blood sprays all over his bright blue scrubs. A thrill shoots up my ribs as he clutches his face, moaning. Months ago you epted a bribe from a man in the hospital. You were told to take a walk from the ICU. Dont fucking deny it! Terrified eyes nce at me. I-I didnt. I aim the gun at one of his knees and the cracking sound splits the sky, almost drowning out his agonized howl. Blood mushrooms around his knee and tears stream from his eyes. I bet that really fucking hurts, doesnt it? Seized by a sudden burst of anger, I grab his blood-soaked knee and squeeze. He cries like a little bitch. Answer me, you miserable prick! Okay! he screams, holding out his hand. I did-some guy gave me money- My heart crashes against my ribs. What the fuck did he look like? I dont know! He had a suit-a ck one. Thin face. Short ck hair. Jesus fucking Christ, this is useless. He could be describing John, for all I know, but the boss never does his own dirty work. His voice raises an octave. Look, I didnt know what was going to happen, okay? He told me to take a walk, so I did. Tell me how much they paid you for my brothers life. He shakes his head, crying silently when he hears the rage trembling my voice. Im sorry. How much? The miserable bastard flinches at my yell. F-five hundred. My stomach sinks and I clench my eyes. Goddamn it. My chest tightens so that I can barely breathe. My brothers life was bought for five hundred dors. They paid off witnesses and took care of the security cameras, but why would they leave this one breadcrumb for me to find? Sloppy. Not like John at all. I can envision it. Several men in dark suits, silhouetted, quietly slipping into my brothers room. Grabbing the pillow behind his head and smothering his face. Mike wouldnt have been able to fight back in his condition. Theres something about that-I want to throw up. A line of nausea creeps into my mouth as I imagine them digging it into his face. It would have been so simple. He was paralyzed. How does it feel to die for five hundred worthless dors? HELP! I cut off his screams with another crack. The bullet hits him square in the chest and his mouth bursts with blood. I fire again. Again. Again. So many fucking times. Until his body is riddled with holes and his blood pools in the trunk. I clean the gun with my shirt and then I toss it inside. Nathans face is frozen in twisted agony, but my rage still burns. I m the trunk lid down as the echoes of the gunshots fade in the distance. I m my fist into the car, warping the metal as my yells are swallowed by the mountain of crushed vehicles. I check my watch, my head pounding, and I grit my teeth. Johnnys waiting for me at the MC. Where Im going to get engaged to some bitch Ive never even met. Great. A sickening feeling possesses me like a slow-acting poison, unlike the fear settling in my guts. I stand in this dark room, waiting for Johnny to show up as Fran? ois and Tommy eye me as though Im a fucking liability. Im just waiting to die, arent I? This looks like just the ce. Four walls. Suspiciously stained wooden floorboards. Two men eye-fucking me. Were way, way out in the boonies, in biker territory where no one will give a shit even if they hear my screams. The door creaks, opening wide to admit a slim figure wearing a in charcoal suit. Its Johnny, the boss of the family. ck waves of hair speckled with gray are rolled back to reveal a handsome face. Inwardly I recoil. Hes the man who haunts my nightmares. I cant help but battle a burgeoning swell of rage and fear whenever I see him. The nausea goes straight to my gut. #3 Chapter 7 Blood pounds in my head as I stare at him, conscious of the fact that if it werent for him, Mike would still be alive. He smooths his hands over his pinstripe suit, looking as immacte as the devil as cold eyes scan my appearance. He nces at the men watching me. Leave us. I dig my fingernails into my palms as Fran? ois and Tommy push themselves off the wall and exit the room. The door shuts with a sort of hollow finality and we stare at each other for a moment. Iciness grips my stomach as Johnny strides forward, close enough to do anything he wants to me. His nostrils re. Is he sniffing me? Youre drunk. Well, you didnt expect me toe here sober, did you? Listen to me, you fucking moron. Youre either going to jail, or you marry one of them. End of fucking story. I might just rip my fist across Johnnys face. Im not going to marry some biker cunt. They put my brother in the hospital, or did you forget that? The boss bares his teeth. I forget nothing. We were at war, Jack. Now were not. Its that simple. Piece of shit. I want to scream at him that I know what he did. Hes the most ruthless boss in history-he could have silenced my brother. They found cotton fibers in his nose and lungs. He suffocated to death, and I wasnt there. I wasnt there. The grief still tears at me like a hundred tiny knives cutting deep inside me. It should have been me. I was the fuck-up. The hatred boiling inside me must be in on my face, because Johnnys eyes narrow dangerously. You have something you want to say to me? I would kill you if I had a shred of proof. Why the fuck dont you just kill me? It bursts out of my mouth before I can take it back, the question finally ripped from my throat.N?velDrama.Org is the owner. He clenches his fists. What? I know your style, Johnny. You dont give second chances. Why me? Im Mikes worthless, ex-junkie brother. Why the fuck are you doing this for me? Youre my bargaining chip for this deal. I let that sink in for a moment. Jesus. Johnny approaches me, his face inches from mine. I know you think I killed him. I didnt. I cross my arms, shaking my head as a painful grin stretches my face. Sure. I go flying as he shoves my chest. My back hits the wall and his fist ms into the space right beside my head. I had nothing to do with it! Earnest ck eyes bore into mine. I study the creases in his face, feel his breath blowing hard over my face. I wish I could believe him. Fine. Calisse de tabarnak. He starts to turn away, then his snarling face screams at me again. Youre going to marry one of those girls, or youll get your fucking death wish. The sound of his screaming vibrates in my ears, almost painful. The airport heist fucked everything up. The CSIS went ape shit, even though the MC screwed us over and took the cash. Everyone needed alibis-everyone had one. Except for me. Anyway, nothing really mattered once Mike died. My brother was everything. Dead and gone. I couldnt deal with it. I expected Johnny to send someone to pop me, but he never did. Im his only loose end. The only way to avoid jail is to marry the girl whos giving me an alibi. Spousal privilege. She cant testify against her husband. Just kill me and get it over with. It makes my stomach turn to think about marrying one of those fucking cunts. They beat my brother-hurt him so badly that hed never walk again. Theyre essories to his murder. Why the fuck are we making peace with these dogs? I want my money, Johnny says baldly. Theyre giving back most of the money from the heist, and I want things to calm down. So thats it? They get to beat the shit out of Mike and everything is fucking hunky-dory? What about my brother? They paid for hurting him. An eye for an eye. They did. I saw the bikers body that Tommy tortured. It wasnt enough for me. Call me sick, but I wanted more. The new president knows we have the means to wipe them out, if we wanted. He wants peace, and frankly, so do I. Johnny runs a hand through his hair and steps away from me. Lets go. I dont have all fucking day. Die or marry some biker bitch. Its not really a choice, is it? If I go to jail, it wont be long before someone shanks me in prison. Johnnys willingness to do right by my brother would end the moment I posed a threat to him. This is fucking ridiculous. Resigned, I follow Johnny outside the room back into the clubhouse, where a dozen or so bikers are waiting for us. The bloody struggle that started after we killed their president ended up with a more moderate, less reactionary leadership. Theyre just going to hand off one of their women to me? He gives me a look, warning me to silence. Theyre desperate. They must be to give one of their women to a guy who fucks around and gives no shits about it. The new president stands in the middle of the clubhouse, which looks significantly less shabby than thest time we came here. Gone are the stripper poles and the giant speakers sting rock music. Thank fucking God. Behind their shoulders I see a row of women lined up like a cattle auction. Sweet Jesus. This is insane. Johnny shakes the presidents hand, who turns his oily gaze toward me. The new president is a short, stout man with a russet-colored beard, which lightens in his heavy sideburns. His leather cut is cracked with age, but he wears it proudly. The look he gives me makes my teeth crack. Thest thing I want is to marry one of these people. Its a fucking insult to my brothers memory. A disgrace. Its temporary. #3 Chapter 8 The president holds out his hand for me to shake, but I just cant stomach looking into that fucking assholes eyes and taking his hand as though hes my equal. An image of Mikes lifeless body in the hospital bed shes, and my face slowly burns. I feel like I can imagine it going ck and curling backward, like that biker Tommy torched to avenge my brother. That makes me smile. I take his hand, and its like a battle of who can crush the other guy first. These are the girls who are willing to provide an alibi for you. Johnny crosses his arms. If everyone keeps their mouth shut, we can put this behind us. Cold rage brews in my chest as Johnny gives me a quelling look. Put this behind us? I look around for a friendly face, and see Sal, the underboss. He darkens as he meets my gaze and he very slightly shakes his head. Dont do anything stupid. Pissed, I turn back toward the women they have lined up for me. They stand close together, looking vaguely unhappy as they avoid my gaze. Which one am I supposed to pick? The one who seems the happiest or the one I see myself fucking? So, what am I supposed to do once I pick one? Throw her over my shoulder and walk out? My humor echoes hollowly in the clubhouse and Johnny gives me a withering look before he turns his head. This is just a meeting, the president says, unsmiling. Whatever. My attention turns back to the row of women patiently waiting for me to make a decision. My eyes skip from pretty face to face, recognizing nothing but fear. I almost skip over thest one, too. Then my heart turns to stone. The long, highlighted blonde hair and deep-blue eyes strike me suddenly. That rosebud mouth was wrapped around my cock hours earlier. Holy shit, its her. The girl I banged in the club. What was her name? Beatrice. Her eyes fasten on me and she does a double take, her sullen features gradually hardening into grim resoluteness. So I already fucked the biker bitch. Well, well, well. This is interesting. Either she scoped me out or this is one hell of a coincidence. Considering theck of surprise on her face, Id guess its the former. Holy shit. Was does that mean? Beatrice takes a small step back as I make a beeline toward her, ignoring the others. I stand a foot away from her, smelling the shampoo on her damp hair. Her pink lips, still flushed with the heat of the shower, look perfect. I want to wind my hand in her hair and crush those lips against mine. Without her makeup she looks even more vulnerable, though not as much as she did when she was naked under my hands.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Do not get hard right now. Instead I just speak to her, almost trembling in anticipation. Id like a word with you in private. She lifts her gaze, looking over my shoulder to the president as though for permission, which makes heat re in my chest. His gravelly voice cracks the silence. Go, Beatrice. Take my office. The girl who I fucked hours ago gives me a polite half-smile and walks toward a room across the hall. I open it for her and she walks inside, her limbs shaking. Theres a small walnut desk and a couple chairs. She wraps her arms around herself as I shut the door and then the silence in the small room suffocates us. I cant stop seeing her naked body. Mere hours ago she waspletely and utterly mine. She clutches the edge of the desk, staring at me, and a sickening twist of self-disgust wrenches me. This girl represents everything I fucking hate, and I want to fuck her again. I didnt expect to see you again. Its Jack, right? She uses the French pronunciation for my name, the stato sound clipping from her tongue. A deep, buried memory of my mother surfaces to my brain. She bends down from her chair, arms outstretched: Jack, viens ici. Shes gone, too. Yeah. My voice sounds unnecessarily loud in the small room. I approach her and she clings to that desk like its life or death. I stop inches away from her. Whats the matter, sweetheart? You dont like being so close to me? Beatrice blinks her blondeshes. No, she says defensively. Then she looks up in horror. I didnt mean that! Damn straight. Fuck, shes hot. Its rare that a girl holds my interest like this, but I like the way she avoids my gaze and blushes prettily, just like a shy schoolgirl. I want to touch her, and I reach out to grab her shoulder, knowing she wont stop me. She trembles a little as I slide my hand to the base of her neck. I held her just like this when she sucked my cock. It tightens in my pants as her heady scent ensnares me like a strong shot of tequ. Why did you scope me out in that club? Dont deny it. She nces at me. They told me what they wanted me to do. I just wanted to see if Id like you. I guess that makes sense. From the way you were screaming, you seemed to like me a lot. The ache pounds as a pink blush spreads over her cheeks. I made a mistake. You probably did. I rub her throat with my thumb. Did you want to sample my cock again before sealing the deal? A shard of anger cuts at me as she meets my gaze. We can fuck in this room if youre still undecided- Dont talk to me like that! I take a step back as she shoves my chest, looking furious. So the biker bitch has some personality after all. Its amusing to see the horror falling over her face, and Iugh at how frightened she looks. Myughter dies and she stares at me with indignation. Why did you volunteer yourself for this? A defiant, hard lookes over her eyes. None of your business. So much fucking attitude. You werent like this at the club. You were so eager to be mine. The little freckles on her nose burn, along with the rest of her face. #3 Chapter 9 Its hell being so close to her. I grasp her neck lightly and feel her pulse jackhammering into my hand. She parts her lips and I can smell the mint on her breath. She even brushed her teeth to get the taste of my cock out of her mouth. I can still taste her. Look, I made a mistake.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. I dont give a fuck. She makes a sudden movement with her hand. I just wanted to make sure that you werent a psycho. I didnt think it would go that far. Well, it did. Im not crying over it. My pulse races when I see how flustered shes getting. She seems tortured by that fact-and by my hands on her neck. Dont insult me by telling me you didnt like it. I did like it, she says, skin so bright that I can feel the heat. Thats not the point. I lean over her so that shes pinned against me. Her panicked breaths blow on my lips and I dig my fingers into her hair. Im not crazy. A smile hitches up my face. At least, not in the way you think I am. Im not going to hurt you, but Im sure as hell going to use you. What do you mean? The MC wants to please me, so thatll be your job. Pleasing me. I-dont understand. This is about me giving you an alibi. Hatred rushes into my throat. This is about bing my wife. Maintaining the alibi is just one of your duties. Maybe you should ask one of the others for this arrangement. I wont. Why? Because Im choosing you. Her nostrils re. You didnt even talk to the others! Do I look like I give a fuck about talking to some biker sluts? Theyre not sluts- I dont care. I hate them-I hate your whole fucking MC. The injustice of it all boils up again, burning my throat. I fucking hate them-hate Johnny. The Devils MC got the drop on Mike and beat him. He was barely speaking and then someone finished him off. The MC wasnt involved. That nurse confirmed my suspicions. If you hate me then why go through with this? I feel the anger steaming off her skin. I lean in closer, even though she looks forbidding. Blood rushes to my head as I inhale the perfume of her skin, and I remember how it clung to me all the way home. Damn it, Im getting hard just thinking about it. Fuck her. I tighten my fingers in her hair and crush my lips against hers, backing her against the desk. She opens her mouth in a gasp of surprise and I stick my tongue down the bitchs throat. She clings to my jacket but suddenly releases her hands as though shes been burned. I taste the mint in her mouth, but I want her to taste like me. I want to fucking defile this innocent biker girl. You already did. I pull back slightly. Ill hate you, but Ill love fucking you. Beatrice makes a face and steps away from me. Her chest burns a bright red and her hair is frayed. How far can I push her? Does the president know Ive already tasted the goods? I practically hear the ping, and I deserve it, so I let her hand rip across my face. Damn, shes got an arm. She brings back her hand, and Im distracted by how hot she looks when shes pissed off. Her hair whirls around her head as shees in for another one, but I catch her skinny wrist in my hand and yank her forward. The gasp she makes when her body bumps into my chest goes straight to my dick. I remember her gasping just like that, with her arms like a vise around my neck, her tits in my face. Fuck. She flinches when my mouth hovers over her skin. I expect to see some of that fire in the bedroom. Go to hell! Then I let her go,ughing as she stumbles away from me to run back to her beloved clubhouse. I am going to hell. BEATRICE What the hell is wrong with me? I hit him. I pped a made member of the Cravotta Crime Family-the family were desperately trying to woo, the one that could literally crush this entire MC if they wanted. Yeah, I just totally insulted one of their members. My boots make a hollow sound as I pace in my bedroom, catching glimpses of my panicked expression in the dirty mirror hanging above my vanity. I knew who he was when I found him at that club, but the moment he scooped me in his arms and demanded a kiss from me, he stopped being the mobster I was supposed to marry. He was just a hot guy at the club, and I wanted to feel his lips all over me. Those dark eyes. God, I wanted him the moment he made eye contact with me. His hands were all over me, so possessive and confident. There was whiskey on his tongue and I shivered at his unnaturally low, gritty voice. It was almost as if I could feel his words inside me. Ipletely lost my fucking head the moment he told me to kiss him. Who does that? Who grabs a strangers waist and demands that from them? He was irresistible. I just wanted to meet him before I agreed to sign away my life for a stranger. In the coolness of my room, I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to imagine his hands stroking my body, his lips and tongue on my clit, his cock splitting me open and taking away what I saved for so long. When they told me I might have to marry a made guy, I scouted him out. If Im going to be married to some greaseball-probably for years-I should probably know what Im getting myself into. Right? Im not the kind of girl who does one-night stands. Hell, I can count on my hand the number of times Ive had sex. All my life Ive been the good girl. Well, as close to good as I can get. Everything was for the MC. I waited and waited for Dad to find the right guy for me to marry. I waited for so long, and for what? So I could marry a man who hates me? Ill hate you, but Ill love fucking you. Unable to stand another second alone, I burst out of my room. Someone has to know what I did-that I pped the man and ruined the arrangement that was going to give us peace. Oh fuck. I am so goddamn stupid. The door shuts, the sound echoing loudly. I step outside and walk down the hall, imagining eyes burning into the back of my head. Every creak I hear under my feet makes me cringe. #3 Chapter 10 Beatrice. Shit. Jetts voice rings out from a room that I almost walk past. Its not empty-filled with a couple of his men, who look at me with something more than cold disgust. Hope. Come inside, I want to talk to you. The presidents cutting gaze is like a javelin thrown to my stomach. He wants to talk to me. Oh God. Holding in my breath, I give him a nod and walk into his office, trying not to flinch when the door closes behind me. Jett surveys me over his desk. It looks like the Italian chose you. The breath catches in my throat. He-he did? It hasnt been confirmed yet. Johnny says he wants to think it over for a while. My fingernails bite into my palms as beads of sweat form on my skin. Jesus Christ, I can barely meet his gaze. This marriage is the best thing for the MC. I hope I dont have to exin to you how important it is that everyone keeps their end of the bargain. We cant afford another war with the Cravotta Family. So long as everyone shuts their mouths, well be fine, says Frank, who gives me a long, searching look. How long will I have to be with him? Pity wrinkles his eyes. Until the investigation is over. Well, fuck. If this marriage doesnt work out, dont bothering back to the MC. My heart thuds against my chest. What? I have no ce for someone who supports a traitor- I am not Maya! Three stunned faces turn toward me as my voice explodes in the middle of the room. Oh my God. I just yelled at the president. My face slowly burns, and I can just imagine the red creeping up my neck. You let her get together with the boss of the family, which started all this mess. This again? How many times can I say that it wasnt my fault? Jett, you have to believe me. I wanted nothing to do with it-I am loyal to the MC-Ive spent my whole life here. My eyes cloud over and burn. Please dont send me away. Everyone I care about is here. Everyone? Ive heard that you asked to visit Maya and her cock-sucking husband. Shes my cousin! I just wanted- No! You will not call her your cousin while you are under my roof. Good people died because your cousin wanted to fuck around with an Italian? That bitch is dead to me, and if youre not careful, youll join her. Tears slip down my cheeks, and I think again about how I utterly ruined my chances with Jack by pping him. The president points at the door. Get the fuck out. His voice rings in my ears as I practically run out of his office, a sob catching in my throat as I wipe my eyes. I walk into the main room in the clubhouse, which has a few people. Dads not home, so I cant talk to him about this. The wires hanging from the walls look like the entrails of an insect. The speakers were ripped out the moment Jett became president. The constant music was a distraction. He wanted an MC that was more focused. Business, not pleasure. The stripper poles and floorboards were next to go. He reced them with dark, polished wood that show the scuffs of everyones shoes. I dont recognize this ce anymore. Everywhere I go, unfriendly eyes follow me. The heaviness from their res presses down on my shoulders, and I think about my cousin, Maya. A flurry ofplicated memories and emotions pass through my head: Mayabing my hair, her scissors trimming the length, mixing a batch of bleach for highlights. That awful smell always reminds me of her, and that time when she burnt my hair when she left the foil in for too long. Weughed about it, yearster. Now shes gone, and its so lonely without her. I miss her. I miss the sound of her voice and the fun we used to have. None of us are allowed to see her. Shes a traitor-she fucked a man who was a barely tolerated enemy of the MC, the boss of the Cravotta Family. I heard through the grapevine that she had a baby boy. The seed of resentment that took root the moment she fled the MC grew into a bitter fruit. She left and I was stuck with the mess. I was dating Paul, and then he ditched me the moment thest president died. Everyone associated with Maya was shunned into nonexistence.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Fuck your dreams. Fuck what you want. Go see Jack now and beg for his forgiveness. Or Jett just might have my throat cut. Ive never been outside by myself. Before yesterday I waspletely naive to the world outside the MC. Just as fresh as a teenage kid, really. I keep thinking that as I walk down the quiet suburban street, my footsteps sounding oddly loud as they echo down the strangely deserted sidewalk. I didnt expect to find him here, among a row of identical brownstones. St. Leonard is notorious for its Mafia ties, so I guess its not that surprising. I just expected a little more mor from a twenty-something party animal. Whatever. Get in there and grovel. Number 38. I grab the metallic railing, which gives a rusty shriek as I climb the white steps to his apartment. For a moment my abdomen clenches and a vision of myself boarding a flight and flying far, far away grips me. My fist hammers the door. The paralyzing seconds following my knock are the worst. Is he going to open the door and tell me to fuck off? My insides feel like ice as I wait there as though held in suspension, but my thoughts keep racing. This is, bar none, the weirdest thing Ive ever done. Im here to beg a man who scares me and who I hardly know to marry me because I dont feel safe in my own home. A man who doesnt particrly make me feel safe. I mean, Jesus. Then a warped, dark shadow grows bigger in the ss, and the door creaks open to reveal a sliver of Jack. From what I can see of his face, he doesnt look happy. Hi. I dont know what else to say. He just stares at me, the one eye I can see blinking. Jack, I-I wanted to apologize. Can Ie in? In seconds the door opens and his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist hard. He yanks me inside and ms the door shut, sending the bolts home. Im crushed to his side as his hand gropes down my body, searching for weapons. His arm snakes around my neck, trapping me against his chest. Then he turns me around like Im a doll and frisks me. #3 Chapter 11 Jesus! Finding nothing, he releases me roughly and steps back with a small smirk that makes my heart pound. Please. Dont pretend that your heart isnt pounding because youre excited that I touched you. Hes a fucking ass, even though hes right. My heart is fit to burst, but thats more about being surprised than having his hands all over me. I clutch my chest and feel my skin jumping in my palm. I cant calm down, not with his heavy gaze all over me. A vivid memory of his hand squeezing my tits makes blood rush to my face. Its only been a day since we fucked, and the soreness between my legs suddenly pounds with warmth. Heat instantly rises to my cheeks and he smirks at me, dimples creasing into his face. He changed out of his suit into sweatpants, where I can just see the not so subtle bump between his legs, and a white tank top that shows off how cut he is. You came to this neighborhood alone? I nod, my eyes adjusting themselves to the darkness of his home. There are cardboard boxes everywhere, but the house looks lived in already-as if it belonged to his parents. Old picture frames hang on walls, photos of two boys-one significantly older than the other. Jack follows my gaze and frowns, stepping in front of me as if to shield my view. Jack, Im really sorry for- Did you reallye here to apologize? He takes a giant step forward, jutting his hip into mine. Blood rushes to my head as his fingers sweep up my neck, and my back hits the door, temporarily knocking the air from my lungs. Or did youe here to have another round with this? He grabs himself, squeezing that mouthwatering bump. My heart jumps in my chest when I notice the shape of him against his pants. My eyes linger there too long. See anything you like? I would like to m my fist in your face. I didnt mean to hurt you. A shadow crosses his eyes, turning his grin into a predatory smirk. Yes, you did. Its okay. I like to think of it as forey. Its hard to beg him when he acts like aplete jackass. I want this to work-I need this to work. His eyes sh. Why? For a moment Im stunned by the intensity in his gaze. I have my reasons. No, he says with so much force that I flinch. Thats not good enough. What am I supposed to say? If I tell him the truth about the MCs threats, he wont give a shit. Maybe I want to get out of the MC. Maybe I want this. You want this? he says with a bite ofughter. You want to be my personal fuck-toy? Get down on your knees and suck my cock, then. My face burns again. Im not going to get on my knees, asshole. Ive been wanting to leave for years. Suddenly his demeanor changes tack with lightning speed from yful to terrifying. Harsh fingers dig in my hair and he suddenly yanks hard enough for tears to spring to my eyes. I call bullshit, sweetheart. Jesus. Im not lying! He grits his teeth. Say that again, and Ill bend you over my knee. What the hell did I ever do to you? Then his breath hisses over my throat like the edge of a knife. Youre one of them. The outrage from his voice makes me want to cringe. Ive never felt like such a coward. Hes an Italian, isnt he? A fucking dago. Thats what they call them at the MC. I could say the same about you.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Except your MC ganged up on my brother and beat him until his legs stopped working. A cold feeling spreads inside my chest like ice. He was your brother? I can barely hear my own voice. Yeah. I remember it now. My dad always tried to shelter me from what went on in the MC, but it was impossible after the mob crashed a truck into our gates with Juliens body strapped to the hood. It was retaliation for what the MC did to a man in the mob-I never knew his name. Im sorry. Is he-? Hes dead, he says in a low voice, his energy dimmed. I hate that I feel sorry for this bastard. What happened? Jacks fingers release my hair and he steps back, eyeing me curiously. You have no fucking idea why they want you to do this for me, do you? Blood careens in my veins. Its all about the alibi. You need one. Theyre doing it to cate me, sweetheart. Somebody killed my brother in a hospital. They want me to forget about it and move on. Then he runs his thumb over my lip. So they sent a piece of ass to y with for a while. A horrified gasp tightens my lungs and Jack gives me a sharp look. It pierces right through me. I dont know why the hell Im so afraid, and then it hits me through a series of confusing images. I was there. I was visiting Bane in the hospital. There were lots of members in the ICU then. Through the window I saw three guys with leather cuts slip inside the room across from mine. Something about the way they acted made the hair rise on my neck. They were in and out. It couldnt have been more than five minutes. I assumed it was another member of the MC. Thenter I heard screaming, CODE BLUE! The man was dead. He was a wise guy. I didnt know what to think of it, but this must have been his brother. They killed him. The MC Im fighting to protect killed a man who couldnt even fight back. This is beyond the pale-unforgivable. Its painful to meet Jacks gaze, but he doesnt seem to notice anything. His hands follow the slope of my shoulders and he ys with my spaghetti straps. He snaps them against my skin. Everything is confused-Im numb with shock, but his hands wont let me forget my attraction to him, or my anger. #3 Chapter 12 I am not a piece of ass. He makes an amused sound through his nose and then he pulls the straps down. A surge of rage suddenly hits my chest. You cant talk to me like that! Oh yeah? His smirk incenses me. Whatre you going to do about it? Fucking smug asshole. Ill show you what Ill do about it. SLAP! My hand rips across the side of his face and I feel the sting on my palm, breathing hard. His cheek mes red and then he turns back to me slowly. Why the fuck- What the hell are you DOING? Oh shit. Then my breath catches in my throat as he digs his fingers in my hair, his mouth closing in. My body responds automatically to him, like a switch. Hot lips crash against mine and he sucks my lip in his mouth, giving me a hard nip with his teeth. His other hand slides around my waist, pinning me to his rock-solid body. My heart flies in my chest like a bird. I cant help it. His tongue ys with me, and my hands slide up his chest, over the powerful, t muscles. Then he breaks away from me, and I feel like Im falling. He loosens his hand from my hair and pushes it over my head so that I stumble down, catching his hips to break my fall. Then suddenly my mouth bumps against his thick cock and a tingle runs through my pussy. Be a good girl and suck my cock. Heat res in my chest as a dark chuckle shakes from Jacks mouth. He pulls down his sweats and his fully erect cock slides over my cheek. The hand at the back of my head pushes me so that I get a face full of dick. Fuck him, but its hot. I wrap my fingers around him and take him in my mouth as a small voice screams at me. This is fucked up. You shouldnt be letting him treat you like this. He groans as he slides in my mouth. The pleasant taste of him fills my mouth as he grabs my hair and thrusts his hips. Swallow every drop of cum, and maybe youll be lucky enough to be mine. Asshole. I shouldnt want to please this bastard, but then I take him in deep and he lets out a delicious moan that makes a pleasant wave run through my body. I grab his waist as he pumps into my mouth, making me gag as he buries himself. My tongue slides underneath him and swirls around his head. I love the feel of him inside me-the pulse of his heartbeat throbs in my mouth. Look at me, he says in a tight voice. I look up into his red face, which trembles with urgency. I tighten my lips around him as my skin burns with need. He shudders and digs his fingers in my hair, exhaling a soft curse. I gag on his cock and pull him out, feeling how thick he is in my hands. My mouth swallows him again, and he bends his knees to fuck my mouth hard and fast. Take my fucking cum. A thrill shoots up my chest as he buries himself deep enough to make me gag, holding himself there as he lets out a huge groan. My heart races as I realize what hes about to do-Ive never done it before. His cock jumps and my mouth fills with warm, salty cum. I swallow it down quickly as he pulls back slightly and thrusts again, another load filling my mouth. Its fucking sloppy. How does he get me to do things Ive never done with anyone else? He slips from my mouth and my stomach tenses when he bends down and grabs my arms, pulling me upright. I wipe my lips as a smile twitches on his rxed face. My arousal pounds though my body as he takes my hands and leads me to the couch. He sits down and yanks me, the same way he took me when I first met him. I tumble in hisp with a gasp and hisughter falls over my ears. Jesus, hes so warm. His head turns and his lips graze my forehead. Ive had a lot of girls chase after my cock, but none of them were quite this determined. What the hell am I doing? Ive never done that with anyone. How did it feel? Another edge of anger digs into me like a knife. Is this what you n to do to me when were married? Yes. Over and over again. At least hes honest. So this marriage is going to be fake? Fake? Youre putting on my ring. Youll be living in my house, sharing my bed. The strangeness of it rings in my ears. Rough hands snake around my neck and jaw, forcing me to look into hungry eyes. So basically you want me to be a live-in whore. His Adams apple bobs up and down. Youll be more than that. Its clear from looking at his expression that more isnt that much. Great. I need to take you to Johnny. Give me a minute to get dressed. Johnny? Now? Yep, he says unhappily. My insides do a backflip as I think about the ruthless mob boss. Hes the same guy who killed and torched Julien, and left the burning corpse at our gate. My skin crawls when I remember seeing the ckened remains. It was retaliation, pure and simple, but it still made me sick to my stomach. Johnny scares the shit out of me.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. I stand up from the couch as I hear Jack retreat to his bedroom and strip from his clothes. The soft sound of them hitting the floor brings me a vivid image of his muscled body, covered in dark ink. I hang near the edge of his doorway and see a rich disy of him tugging on a pair of ck briefs over his amazing ass. Just the sight of his rippling arms and back makes my breath still. Then his dark head turns around impassively, as if he senses my presence. I know Im hot to look at and all, but its a little weird if youre just standing there. Damn him. #3 Chapter 13 We dont have to see Johnny. Just tell him I agreed to it. Suspicion knits his eyebrows together as he walks to his closet and yanks out a fresh suit. He stares at me while shoving his legs through the cks.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. We have to go see him. Im speechless as he finishes dressing, clearly oblivious to the fact that my limbs are shaking. I follow him to the bathroom, where hes tucking in his shirt and running ab haphazardly through his hair. His eyes find mine through the mirror. Please, Jack. Im scared of him. His expression doesnt change. You should be. Hes the devil. The drive to Le Zinc, Johnnys notorious hangout, is torturous. Jack couldnt care less about me, so all I can do is clench my thighs and try to will myself to not be such a fucking coward. Jack keeps shooting me nces filled with contempt. Hes not going to touch you. If anything, hell kill me. Stop being such a baby. Small fuckingfort. Stop being such a jerk. The car explodes with hisughter. Its so startling that I jump in my seat, and I look over incredulously to see him grinning from ear to ear. Bridget- Beatrice! He smiles at me. Beatrice, youre overreacting. Hes not that bad. I dig my nails into my knees. You didnt get a charred corpse at the doorstep of your home. You didnt see it- His tone turns nasty. Spare me, okay? I dont care about your beloved biker asshole. I dont want to hear about it! Hes such a goddamn prick. This is what my life is resigned to, I guess. Endless spats with a man who just wants to use me for my body. Seriously-he said it to my face. I try to hold it together and then he stops his car a block from the restaurant. He turns off the engine and gets out of the car without a second nce, but Im frozen in my seat. Sharp raps against the ss startle me and then he opens the door, a dark re on his face. Lets go. I dont have time for this shit. Calm the fuck down. But I cant. The pressure between my eyes keeps building up. My life is a goddamn mess, and Ive jumped into bed with a man who hates me. Who has a monster for a boss. My eyes burn and I keep them closed. My hands balls into fists. I dig my fucking nails into my skin. I feel him reach across to unbuckle my safety belt. Please, Jack. He relents, letting out a sigh. Fearing men like John is pointless, sweetheart. If he wants you dead, youre dead. Theres nothing you can do about it. Nothing. His hand lifts to my face and gently wipes away my tears. Its the first time hes done anything remotely nice to me. Somehow that makes me well up. On my life, nothing will happen to you. Like that means anything,ing from you. I slide my hand into his and he helps me up, closing the car door behind me. Itll be fine. Jack rubs my back briefly and then steps away, because hispassion has limits, I guess. Le Zinc is a trendy ce smack-dab in the hipster region of Montreal. Pristine white tablecloths cover every surface. Women in ck cocktail dresses and pumps sit across from their dates in full view of the wide ss. Somewhere in that dark restaurant Johnny sits, surrounded by his entourage. Jack grabs my upper arm, my skin tingling with electricity as he brings me close. Its as if he fears Ill turn tail and run. The hostess opens the door and nods at Jack, clearly recognizing him. Bienvenue, Jack. Bonsoir. Same ce? The hostess wears a floor-length glittering gown with thousands of ck sequins. Im horribly out of ce in my knee-high boots and jeans. His hand falls from my arm and I immediately miss it. Blood roars in my ears, the sound of the restaurant deafening. Its packed with people, which makes me feel a hell of a lot better. Jack leads me away from the noise to a private room enclosed in ss. There he is, sitting at the far end of a long table with all of his captains. My heart squeezes with a sudden thrill when I see Maya, to his right. She cradles a baby in her arms. For a moment I stand there, watching the scene. Johnnys face cracks with a handsome, incredibly warm grin as the baby returns a heart-melting smile. He leans over and gives the baby a peck and then he grabs the back of Mayas neck and gives her a long, lingering kiss. She glows at him. God, they look happy. In love. Its way more than I hoped for. Come on. Jacks voice snaps me out of my trance and I follow him as he opens the door. Oh fucking hell. I dont want to be here. A dozen or so men look up from their meals and stare at me with bored expressions, except Johnny, who stands up from the table with a grin that reminds me of sharks. Johnny, sorry to disturb your supper. He moves past me, leaving me at the far end of the table as he greets his boss with a kiss on both cheeks. Then he looks down the table at me and spreads his hands slightly. Fine. Stiffly I move down the table and Maya recognizes me, standing up with her baby. Beatrice! #3 Chapter 14 She ignores Johnny as she steps around him, her eyes already swimming with tears as she frees an arm to hug me. God, its been so long since Ive seen her. Ive missed you. I wrap my arms around her and swallow the lump in my throat. Sorry, I wasnt allowed to visit. I know, she says in a tight voice. Maya pulls away and the babys fist wraps around my jacket, refusing to let go. This is Matteo. Every thread of resentment I have toward Maya dissolves into air like lingering smoke as I look into his beaming face. Hi, Matteo! I gently disengage his fist from my jacket, and he curls his fingers around my hand. Hes so sweet. Can I hold him? Maya nods, smiling widely, and then suddenly Johnny appears out of nowhere. Extreme distrust narrows his face and I back away from him, bumping into Jacks solid chest. Tommy, take my wife outside. One of his captains, a lean, brutal-looking man, rises from his seat and nods. Sorry,dies. We have business to discuss. My heart falls as Maya gives me an apologetic smile. Well catch upter. Okay. The joy from meeting my cousins baby fizzles like a firework dud. The mob boss gestures to his wifes vacant seat. Sit. Jack takes Tommys ce as the table resumes with conversation. He leans in over his bosss te. Shes agreed to go through with it. Johnny nods as he picks up his fork and eats his te of pasta, giving me a wary nce. I need you both to understand that the CSIS will suspect that this marriage is a sham. It is a sham. I know that, wiseass. Theyll have people undercover, watching you. If theres even a shred of evidence, the whole fucking thing goes through. You will act like a couple. You will go on dates. Well have a wedding with all your family, the whole shebang. My fingers curl into the white tablecloth as a sullen lookes over Jacks face. This was not what he expected. Not all the guests at the wedding will know. Jesus, John. What, you have a problem with this? Yeah, I have a fucking problem. I didnt realize- Johnnysughter cuts him off. That what? Youre going to be married to her for years. I hope you can learn to stand each other. From the look on his face, not bloody likely. He gives John a humorless smile. Yeah. Fucking wonderful. Years. Well have to spend years pretending were not miserable together. It almost makes me wish I had just taken a flight out of here.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Jesus. Its not that bad. Really? he snaps. Im marrying one of them. His seething tone hits me square in the chest. I dont want to marry you, either. Asshole. She wont be one of them once youre married. Shell be one of us. Jack irons his face with his hands. It could be a lot worse. Suck it up and enjoy being out of jail. I lean forward, choosing that moment to speak. Will I get to visit my cousin? Johnnys smooth face turns toward me. Well see. My chest detes at the coolness in his voice. When would we have the wedding? As soon as possible. You need to get interviewed by the cops. As soon as possible. The ttering of knives and forks shes in my ears, suddenly extremely loud. I stand up from the table without realizing it, blood roaring, the subtle thump of my heartbeat like ominous drums. Distantly I hear Johnny tell Jack that the wedding will take ce a couple days from now. Jack shakes his hand and stands up again. Jack slides an arm around my waist and leads me out of the room. We walk through the restaurant in a haze until finally were outside and I breathe a gulp of fresh air. Ill be married to the man Im walking next to in a couple days. I want to feel better, but how can I when Im with him? We drive back to his ce inplete silence. Its nearly 1:00 a. m. by the time we get back. My head reels from the meeting with Johnny. He parks his car in front of his brownstone and I follow him inside. My insides battle with my desire to get away from him and the fact that I really dont want to be alone right now. I turn around as he locks the door, the sound sending a thrill through me. When he faces me, its scary. He looks ready to kill, and he shrugs out of his jacket, hurling it to the floor. Im afraid to touch him. To look at him. Ill see you when we get married. He lets me go with suspicion narrowing his eyes, and as soon as the door closes I feel it as though it happens inside me. BEATRICE My wedding day. #3 Chapter 15 You know, the event some girls spend their whole lives imagining. The flowers. The dress. The cake. All those details suddenly feel meaningless, like the vase of stic flowers sitting on my vanity. Whats the point of this charade? Its all shit. You cant do this. I look up into the mirror, my eyes passing briefly over my joyless face to my right shoulder, where Dad sits beside me. I never told him about Jetts threats, and Im not sure that I should. Its done. Anguish crumples my dads face. Please dont make this harder than it already is. Well get you married to a nice man-a man in the MC. A sigh blows out of my perfectly painted lips. Daddy- No! I wont see my only daughter handed off to some fucking dago. Hes not that bad, I lie. I want you to marry a man youre in love with, not to settle some score between the mob and the club. I wanted that, too. Im doing my part to help because I cant stand the thought of anyone else getting hurt. Im also trying to save my own ass. Dads face screws up in pain and he copses in his hands, breaking with sobs. Jesus. Mary pauses in between doing my makeup as my fathers crying echoes in the small room. I give her a sharp look and she puts the eyeliner down, retreating outside. Daddy, itll be okay. Really, Im fine with it. My heart seizes when he grabs my arm, lifting his head. Its not okay. I cant believe Jett asked you to do this before asking me. Hes the president. He can do whatever he wants. My dad gives me a long look before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a lethal-looking switchde. I recoil, but he takes my hands and presses the cool metal into my palm, closing my fingers around it. Daddy! I want you to take this. I want you to promise me youll use it if he hurts you. Dads red eyes bore holes into mine. He- I dont think hell hurt me, Dad. The fact that you dont know for sure proves that youre in trouble. My fingers close around the cold metal, my heart beating fast. Is he right? Promise me, Beatrice. I dont care what happens, I just want you to be safe. My eyes slowly well up and Dads face blurs in front of me, and then I wrap my arms around his neck. Im scared, but I cant admit it. Im not going to make Dad feel even worse about this. Ill send in your mother. He stands up, gently disengaging from my arms. You look beautiful, Bea. Mom doesnt even ask why Im crying when shees inside with the makeup artist. I look into the mirror, hating the sight of my swollen red eyes. Fuck. Finally the makeup is finished and I look like the most miserable bride ever. The guests, I keep reminding myself. They have no idea this is a sham. A soft knock at the door twists my insides, and suddenly it opens to admit a man wearing a handsome tux. I stand up suddenly, knocking over a can of hairspray with my elbow. It tters noisily on the wooden floor and Johnny smiles as it rolls up to his feet. Fuck. What is he doing here? Id like to have a word in private, if you dont mind. Mom gives me an anxious look over Johnnys shoulder as she opens the door and disappears behind it, leaving me alone with him. Apprehension knots in my stomach as Johnny nces at the door as if to make sure its shut, and then he gives me a warm smile that I distrust immediately. I-ah wanted to apologize for how I behaved at dinner the other night. My wife-your cousin-wasnt too happy with how I treated you. Im sorry.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. The knot in my stomach loosens slightly, but I dont stop white-knuckling the chair. I scan his smooth face. Its okay. Johnny smiles briefly before taking a chair beside the vanity and sitting down. He motions me to do the same. I sit down gingerly, my legs like springs. He takes the chair leisurely and ces his hands on his knees, leaning in slightly. I also wanted to talk to you about your future husband. God, thats what Jack is, isnt he? What about him? I need this marriage to work. As long as both sides need each other, well have peace. Just as long as I stay with him. Johnny doesnt miss the glumness in my voice. I know hes a difficult guy- Youre wasting your time. I cant leave Jack any more than he can leave me. The MC cut me off. He bows his head, hiding his surprise. Im sorry to hear that. #3 Chapter 16 No, youre not. If everything goes well, maybe you can visit Maya on a regr basis. The Maya I knew never needed permission to hang out with her family. He sps his hands together as a smirk widens his face. That was before she got married to me. Screw you. Stop acting like Im the bad guy. Our families were at war, and I dont trust you yet. I cant have you around my son. I bristle instantly. I would never do anything to hurt a child! Its nothing personal. Like hell it is! You have no idea what its like to be a parent. I want to break something. Why the hell are you here? To give you an incentive, hon. Help me calm Jack down, and I promise you time with my wife and our son. My heart crashes against my ribs. I miss her- God, shes the only friend I have now. What do you mean, Calm him down?'' Jacks been going through some rough times after the death of his brother. Blood rushes to my head at the mention of him. The men wearing leather cuts. One of them looked both ways down the hall before entering the room, which was dark. The nurses screams still echo in my ears. Jesus fucking Christ. Im hoping that having a wife will take the edge off some of his behavior. He-he really wants to find out who did it. Yeah, Im looking into it. Johnnys voice ckens and a pain hits me square in the chest. If they knew what I knew, there would be no mercy. From both sides. I swallow hard and force myself to look at John. Anyway, just get close to him. Calm him the fuck down. Im not expecting a miracle, but Id really appreciate it. I give him a stiff nod. Ill try. I doubt Ill be able to make a dent in his behavior. Smiling, Johnny stands up just as the wedding march begins, and my stomach takes a sickening turn. My throat thickens and I brace myself on the vanity, breathing in deep, shuddering breaths. Oh shit. Its starting. His grin falters as he watches my face. All right, Ill get out of here. Congrattions, he adds quickly. Thanks, I say as he disappears behind the door. I stand up, shaking as I hold the bouquet. Jesus. Why did I agree to do this? And why the fuck did we have to have such a big wedding? I enter the room where all my bridesmaids are waiting for me. Maya, my maid of honor, squeezes my hand right before she leaves. Then the doors open and my dad appears at my elbow and Im half hoping that Jack fled, but hes right there. Hes wearing a gorgeous tux with a bright-yellow handkerchief in his pocket, just like the flowers Im holding. Dont faint. Everyone stares as I make my way down the aisle, and I wish that I could vanish on the spot. What a fucking nightmare. Its all constructed-the flowers, the priest, even the groom standing at the altar, looking like hed rather be anywhere but here. Dad gives me away and Maya takes my bouquet, and then theres nothing between Jack and I. His face looks drawn in and pale, as if he spentst night drinking. Cant say I me him. I barely listen to the priest, only remembering when Im supposed to nod and mutter meaningless phrases. Jack says something about pledging my eternal love, which we both know is bullshit. He slides a ring on my hand and then his clean-shaven facees within centimeters of mine. The moment I feel his breath on my lips I lean forward, irresistibly drawn to the taste of him. Shocks of pleasure zap down my spine as he kisses me. The crowd screams with delight. Before I can really savor it he breaks away, nched. We walk down the aisle, hand in hand.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. Holy fuck, were married. The chaos follows us all the way to the street, but the whole thing is so dispassionate. Every movement is calcted. Jack opens the door to a Mercedes and I climb into the backseat, picking up my dress. He turns and waves to the others, and his smile disappears the moment he joins me. My ears still roar with everyones cheers. They echo inside me hollowly. Jack looks ill at ease. I think about Johnnys plea and I look at my surly, discontent husband. Ill have a better chance taming a lion than him. We sit in silence for a few minutes. I need a drink. He almost gives me a smile. Then he digs the champagne from the ice bucket in the backseat. The cork pops loudly and he shakily pours two flutes of bubbly, golden liquid, handing one to me. Congrattions, I guess. I guess. We clink sses in what must be one of the most depressing cheers ever and then we drink. Jack inhales his ss. My nerves refuse to tten, even as Jack pours a second drink for me and I gulp that down, too. I hold mine out for another, but he shakes his head. Theres nothing more tacky than a drunk bride. So you can get drunk but I cant? He grins as he downs another ss. I can hold my liquor. Cause youre a drunk. Its the only way Im going to get through tonight. And what about me? I begin in a heated voice. How am I going to get through it? Jack sets his drink down and slides over the seat so that his thigh presses against mine. I feel the shock of his touch like an electric jolt. His mouth breathes over my ear. Youll get through it and make me look good, or youll be punished when we get home. I look at the ring glittering on my finger. Its beautiful, but everything feels so wrong. Every dream I had about my life is destroyed, and I did it to myself. Jack, I need to know that everything will be all right. Please. I cant do this unless- -Everything will be all right, he says, deadpan. Do you feel better now? #3 Chapter 17 No. You should. This is the best thing that could happen to someone like you. What the hell does that mean? Youre out of the MC. Assuming we dont get divorced or this alliance blows up in our faces. Yeah. In that case, youd be fucked. Hating him, I slide down the seat to get away from his touch. How can Johnny expect me to have any sort of influence on this man? He doesnt fucking care about me. At all. I might as well be a piece of furniture in his house. I cant stand him, and he hates me. What a promising start to our marriage. The car stops and I take his hand as he helps me up, a fake, beaming smile on his face. Fuck you. The reception hall is just a giant, windowless room. Im grateful that we have a sweetheart table to ourselves so that we can hate each other privately, but its still awful. I sit down next to him. Hes the picture of what the perfect husband should look like. His brown hair is rolled back into gentle waves, exposing his face. Hes rough and angr, but he has a heart-stopping smile that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. There mightve been joy in those brown eyes once, but its long gone by now. Hes a beautiful, bitter shell. In pain. He grabs his ss of wine and drinks and drinks, surrounded by people he despises. The guilt surfaces again, and this time its worse because were married. I know who killed his brother. He smiles when everyone clinks their forks to their sses and then he turns to take my face in his hands. Gentle lips touch mine and a fiery jolt hits my core. It would steal my breath away if I didnt know that it was pissing him off. We break away and sit back in our seats.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Look at that fucking jerk. He points to Johnny, who gives him a wide grin as he joins in with the heckling. You have to stop talking like that! Hes the boss. Jack looks like he wants to say something, but he holds back, tipping arger gulp of wine down his throat. Then he grabs me again to kiss me, and they shut up. Its a fucking nightmare of an evening. I smile until my teeth hurt, picking up my dress to dance with Jack on the floor. He lookspletely checked out. The alcohol makes him fluid, but Im still a nervous wreck. When we return to our seats, the clinking and hooting starts again and Im about three seconds away from losing it. My face stretches and Im trying to smile. Smile, damn it. A heavy arm suddenly lies on my shoulders, and Jack grasps my hand under the table, giving me a squeeze. Just think of it as a party. This is worse than I imagined. Jack gives me a grim sort of smile, which grates when the clinking starts again. Thats fucking it! he roars. He stands up, looking like hes out for blood. Get up. Where are we going? I stand up with him and he grabs me hand, and Im surprised at how purposely he strides forward, given how fucked up he must be. We walk right past all the clinking sses and silverware, and right out of the reception hall. Jack cranes his neck, looking down the halls for an escape. Here. We cant just leave. Its my wedding. I can do whatever the fuck I want. He tugs me along and I follow him, my heels noisy on the marble floor. In here. He pulls me through a set of double doors, leading us straight into the busy kitchen. Cooks wheel their heads around to see the bride and groom standing in the middle of the stainless steel room. What the hell are we doing here? I dont trust the wicked grin that shes on his face as he reaches in a tall jar and grabs a long wooden spoon. The head chef approaches Jack, who takes a few hundred-dor bills and slips them quietly in his hand. If anyone disturbs us, Ill shove a gravy boat up your ass. Then he opens a door to the pantry and tugs me inside, closing the door in the chefs bewildered face. What the fuck are we doing here? Jack taps his side with the wooden spoon, which I eye warily. You ask too many questions. Hes in a weird mood. I back up, passing rows of dried pasta and cans of vegetables until my back hits the wall. Give me your body, sweetheart. Im going to take you right now. He closes the space between us, and my heart jumps into overdrive as he slides his arm around the back of my neck and draws me into his body. I lift my head up, unable to resist the authority ringing from his voice-the cologne he wears, so male and aquatic, rolls over me like the alcohol we drank. Then I kiss him, sealing my lips against his. He reaches behind me, undoing theced-up back as his tongue slides inside my mouth. His fingers burn my skin when the back peels away. Fuck. Look at you. But Im looking at him, and my mouth waters at the raised bump in his cks. I reach for it, my palm ttening against his rock-hard cock as he pulls my dress down. It slides over my breasts, which he gives a quick kiss, then down my stomach and to thecey panties I bought. His fingers scratch me slightly as he drags over my bony hips, and then I gasp as I feel the warmth of his tongue briefly on my pussy. Impletely naked. He straightens as I bend down, stepping out of my wedding dress and carefully folding it on cans of soup. Youre really going to fuck me in a pantry? His slightly damp hand grabs the back of my neck as lust invigorates his movements. Ill fuck you wherever and whenever I want. #3 Chapter 18 My muscles twitch as I feel the wooden, t surface of the spoon gently tap my ass. Why am I letting him do this to me in a pantry in the middle of a kitchen, of all ces? I cant answer that. All Ive been thinking about these past few days is being filled by him, the very breath knocked out of my lungs with his powerful thrusts, and how damn good it felt. I touch his chest and undo some of his buttons, but he makes a tutting sound and pulls my hands away. Roughness grates Jacks voice. Youre going to get on your knees and youre going to suck my dick. The wooden spoon taps my shoulder, and I feel a sudden urge to seize it from him and whack him over the head with it. Either you do as I say, or we go back out there. Lets face it, youre going to have a better time sucking me off than attending your own wedding. True. Somehow this dirty shit really does get me excited, or maybe its the fact that thest time I had sex was a couple days ago and its all I can fucking think about. A smirk tightens his face as I slowly drop to my knees. Thats a good girl. Its condescending as fuck, but some sick part of me likes the amusement in his voice. The belt unloops from his cks and it slides in his hands. He lets it fall to the floor with a loud jingle and then slides down his pants, rolling his dark briefs over his thick cock. Did you miss it?This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. He grasps the back of my neck, and my lips bump against the pearly sheen over his head. Damn it, it turns me on to see how hard he is. Did you spend thest two days touching yourself, wishing you had something bigger to fill your tight cunt? His husky voice strikes me right to my core, and then his fingers tighten in my hair, demanding a response. I raise my head and meet his gaze, wrapping my hand around him. Yes, I did. Then he takes the wooden spoon, stroking a line from my ass, up my back and neck. The coarse wood presses against my cheek. I follow its pressure, turning my head against his shaft. Then my lips open and he slides in with a small groan. His cock buries deep in my throat, his blood pulsing hard through the vein throbbing on his shaft. It turns me on to feel him getting into it. My heart pounds against my chest as he starts thrusting. I love your mouth when its stuffed with my cock. You have no idea how hot you look right now. He pulses in my mouth and then suddenly I feel a sharp sting on my ass. Jack grins at me, the wooden spoon tight in his fist. Did he fucking spank me with that thing? The round shape of the spoon burns on my skin. I fist his cock and slide him out of my mouth. What the hell are you doing? I told you to suck my cock. He reaches down and grabs himself, aiming between my lips and groaning loudly when I take him in again. He doesnt miss a beat and rams himself hard enough to make me gag. He fucks my mouth, asionally ripping that wooden spoon across my ass. It burns like a son of a bitch, but Im thrilled. He just cant help himself. I swirl my tongue underneath his shaft, spreading my mouth wide as he pulses inside me. I grab his muscr thighs and slide my hands up, grabbing his firm ass. I know its fucking insane that Im giving my husband a blowjob in this pantry, but holy shit, its so hot. I can forget that were here when he moans loud enough for the cooks outside to hear us. I can even forget that I cant stand him. Suddenly he pulls my head away from his body and he slides out of my mouth. His face twists as if in agony and then he pulls me upright. His arm wraps around my tits as his cock slides between my legs. My legs tighten around him, my back against his body as his breath billows over my neck. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much of a cock-hungry slut you are. Holy fuck. My clit is on fire as he gently thrusts and I watch his cock slide in and out between my thighs, slick with my juice. My head wrenches to the side and his hot lips crash against mine. I just want to turn around and m him against the wall. Im so worked up, and he keeps groping my tits and squeezing my nipples. Somehow his roughness on that sensitive area feels so fucking good, and I buck against his cock. My pussy rides against his shaft as I bend over and grind on him. He gives a groan that vibrates through my body, striking my core. Thats it. He ces a hand on top of mine, which grabs his head, and presses down so that he rubs harder on my clit. A moan shakes from my chest and he nts a wet kiss on my neck. Thats it baby, moan for me. Tell me how badly you want it. I arch my back against his, clenching over and over again. Holy fuck, I just want to nudge his cock up a little and feel his head pierce me like it did the first time. Please, Jack! His teeth bite down on my neck as he does a brutal thrust against my clit. Your cunt needs a bit of stretching before I fill you up again. His fingers slip down, curving around my mound before he pierces through. My body gives a violent twitch as he enters me, stroking his fingers against my raw clit. My muscles clench around him as every sensitive part of me feels like its on fire. He moves his fingers to each side, stretching me out. Jack, I want you inside me. I need you right now! He lets out something thats halfway between a hiss and a groan. Another finger slides in, and I bite my lip against the pressure. He slips away and I hear a stic, tearing sound. Then I see him rolling a condom over his cock. Shit. Then he pushes me forward so that my arms grab the shelves, knocking over cans. My heart gallops ahead as he adjusts his cock and his fingers slip out of my pussy. Theres a slight pressure and then our sighs mingle in the air. It feels fucking huge, just likest time. Breath squeezes out of my lungs as he anchors himself. Its still a foreign thing-feeling a man inside me. But his hands squeeze my hips as he digs himself a little deeper and he rubs against my clit, sending electrical shocks up my spine. Hes incredibly warm, and I miss his hardness as he pulls back before rutting me deep. Again and again. Hard enough to knock things off the shelves. He fucks me so hard, I forget myself. I dont even remember my own name. Oh God. Its just the most incredible thing. Hes incredible. He makes sounds Ive never heard from a man. Deep, rasping groans. He pinches the flesh on my ass and smacks me hard and then he reaches around me, grabbing my tits to hoist me upright, still buried. Wordless, he slips out of me and turns my shoulders around. Then he hoists me in his arms and shoves my back against the wall. I throw my arms around him and wrap my legs around his waist. I get to see his face as his cock slides in. His hair sticks to his neck and his teeth are clenched together. He explodes with moans, gasping hard as he rams me against the wall, and I dont think Ive ever seen anything so beautiful. I kiss him and he bites my bottom lip. Pressure builds inside my pussy, the thick shaft rubbing against me like the friction needed to start a fire. Im close to it-I feel it. I dig my nails in the back of his neck and gasp when our lips break away. Then he shakes with a huge yell and thrusts so hard I can feel every inch of him, all the contours. Jacks arms shake as energy pools from his limbs, and he pulses, breathing hard. Then my own explosion rocks me, and I find his lips again. I want to taste him. He swirls in my mouth as we both lower to the floor, exhausted. We stay intertwined for a while. It feels sweet, like my first time with him. Jack nuzzles my neck and blows gusts of air. The glow radiates through my skin, and I just want to sit in his arms for a while. The happy moment bursts the moment the door shakes with a loud series of bangs. Jack raises his head and roars, Fuck off! #3 Chapter 19 A voice dripping with acid filters through the door. Its Johnny. Get the fuck back to the hall, now. Oh my fucking God. Funs over, I say in a low voice as his footsteps disappear. Yeah. The chill from Jacks voice freezes over the temporary warmth between us. I watch him retreat back into his shell. His eyes close like shutters on windows and he disengages his arms from me, as though in pain. It twists inside me like a tiny dagger in my heart. God, how long will I have to do this? Jack picks himself off the ground, already turning away from me as though I dont matter. It takes at least fifteen minutes to put the dress back on and then we rejoin the hall. Another excruciating hourter and hundreds of guests demanding a dance, a kiss, a whatever, were allowed to tear ourselves from the reception. Then it takes another hour to thank everyone foring, and then finally were allowed to leave. I look up at those white steps to his apartment. My home. I guess I live here now. I guess. Neither of us sounds very excited at that prospect. He opens the door for me and I hobble up the steps with his help. Once were inside, Jack ms the door and locks it. Theres a spare bedroom down the hall to your left. He vanishes from my side like a ghost. An hourter I have the dress and makeup off, and I lie down in this strange bed. Im too wired to sleep, and part of me feels a tiny prick of pain at being so carelessly tossed aside. Its the loneliest night of my life. JACK I wake up in a state of agitation. The sheets cling to my skin, drenched with sweat. Heart-pounding dread. The cold, mmy feeling follows me as I rip off the sheets and stand from the bed. I run fingers through my damp hair. Whats missing?Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. I tear through drawer after drawer, throwing their contents on the floor. My feet slip on pairs of boxers. What am I looking for? I dont know. The irrevocable sense of loss yawns inside me. It has to be here somewhere. Its oddly bright. Everything has a blue sort of haze. I stride into the kitchen, feeling a swell of disappointment as I open cab doors. The fridge holds nothing of interest, and I m it shut. Blood careens through my veins. I dive to the couch and fling the cushions aside. I dont know how to exin it. Somethings gone. Something dear to me. Where are you? My fingers tear through the fabric, and my throat starts to close. Where the fuck are you? I straighten, my limbs shaking as I look around the deserted apartment. The chill moves up my chest, seeping inside, moving its icy tendrils around my heart. I cant find him. I cant- Im in a parking lot. Dark shadows shift in front of me, their forms obliterated by the bright white behind them. Then an arm suddenly slides across my neck and chokes off my air. I tug at his arm, but Im so goddamn weak. Then the shadowy form in front of me steps forward, and I recognize Johns face as ckness creeps around the edge of my vision. Too close, Jack. The cold voice settles in my chest like ice. My fingernails drag in his tough skin as a smile lifts the corner of Johns mouth. The mans arm crushes my windpipe and I fall down, my lungs burning. My face kisses the concrete and then suddenly air returns to my lungs. What the fuck? I pull back and feel wetness on my lips. A womans mouth. Im lying on soft sheets, and theres a naked blonde underneath me. Beatrice searches me with her deep-blue eyes and runs her fingers though my hair. I sink down and kiss the dusting of freckles right under her eye. My cock twitches when she wraps her arms around me, and I nuzzle her neck, feeling her stomach jump as I kiss her. Jack. Something pierces through my back. I feel the sharp edges digging through my muscles and tearing sinew as I copse over her body. Her arm strains, and the object rips out of my back. The fucking pain. That innocent smile ys on her lips as I roll off her. She straddles my hips and lifts the de dripping with blood in her hands. Still wearing the same smile, she plunges down- My eyes snap open to a nk ceiling, and a surge of energy hits me square in the chest. I gasp out loud, heart still galloping ahead. I sit bolt upright as the sheets stick to my skin. What the fuck was that? I wipe the sweat from my brow as my body radiates with lingering phantom pain. The sheets whip around my legs as I tear them off and stand upright, walking through the door of my bedroom-Mikes old room-and into the kitchen. The bottle of scotch in the kitchen cab burns in my head. My mouth waters. I want it so fucking badly that I can feel the richness rolling on my tongue. My legs move of their own ord. I see myself opening the cab door, grabbing the bottle, and mming a ss on the table. Its then that I notice the wedding band. Jesus Christ. I totally forgot. Im married to a biker bitch. I forget the bottle of scotch and stride to the guest bedroom. My hand grasps the door handle and I turn-fuck, its locked. A crazed, leaping feeling makes me hammer the door. She could be doing anything in there. Then I crash my shoulder against the door and splinters of wood fly everywhere. The dream fills my head with venom. I dont trust the bitch-Im going to put her in her fucking ce. The door swings wide open and I see Beatrice backed up against the headboard, her hair mussed around her head and her blue eyes wide. I approach the bed, watching how the t-shirt shes wearing rides up her thighs. A sliver of pink panties through her locked legs makes my cock twitch. Rule number fucking one. No locked doors while youre in this house. She clutches her chest. I can see her heart fluttering the white t-shirt shes wearing and the soft outline of her tits, her nipples gently peaking the fabric. Then I remember the promise I made to use her body as long as she was mine as blood pounds in my head. You could have knocked. I dont trust you, sweetheart. The mattress squeaks as I sit down beside her. Theres really nothing stopping me from ripping that t-shirt from her body. Its one of mine. I realize that with a sudden, hot thrill that leads straight to my cock. What exactly do you think Im going to do to you? Stab me in my sleep with the switchde you stuck in your wedding dress? She drains of color and her mouth hangs open, apparently struck dumb. M-my dad gave it to me. I wouldve never- Go ahead and try it. Id enjoy tying up your arms to my bedpost and leaving you there until Ive had my fill of pussy. Jack, I would never do anything- Second. If you fuck me over, Ill fuck you. Then Ill throw you out like a used condom. #3 Chapter 20 She flinches at the heat in my voice, her skin the color of a pale rose. Okay. Third rule. Dont touch my shit. If I catch you nosing through my belongings, I spank your bare ass until it glows bright red. Understand? I love how she sits up straight backed and nods at me like a good little girl. I cup her face with one hand, and she lets out a sigh. Good wives obey their husbands, I say, fighting to keep theughter out of my voice. I need obedience from you. Her eyes sh and her voice carries a hint of defiance. I thought you didnt want a wife. I rake my fingers up her neck and fist her hair, yanking so that her neck arches over my wrist. Fuck, its hot. I can see her hard nipples poking the white t-shirt. She lets out a painful hiss. Ow! If youre going to give me a smart mouth, Ill put you in your ce. I have no problem doing this in public. She flushes violently. No, please dont! I want tough at how terrified she looks. Damn, maybe this wont be too bad. I palm her stomach, slipping my hand under her t-shirt. She lets out a breath. My hand sweeps up her abdomen until I grab ahold of one of her nice tits, squeezing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. A moan shakes from her throat that sends blood rushing to my cock. I bend my lips to her ear, loving how she shivers when she hears my voice. Next rule. No panties in the house. Take them off now. Beatrice turns her head, her mouth parted. She wants me to kiss her. I want to. I want to bite her fucking lip, especially when she looks at me with that leaden expression. Dont make me repeat myself.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Without a seconds hesitation she hooks her fingers under her panties and slides them down her ass. She rolls them from her hips and I see the sheen of juice over her pussy. The panties scrape against her long legs until finally they pool around her feet. I lift them up and ball her panties in my hand, throwing them across the room. Beatrice clings to the bars on the headboard, knees firmly held together as her fingers curl around the metal. The shadow of her tits moves behind the shirt, sending another jolt to my cock. I grab her waist and slip my hands underneath her shirt, lifting it over those beautiful, perky tits. She tilts back her head as I pull it over her. Then her silky hair falls over her shoulders like beaten gold. Beatrice looks as fragile as the night I met her. I take her by the throat and set her down on the bed, her hair spilling around her like a halo. My cock strains against my pants, throbbing so hard that I grind my teeth together to ignore it. She sucks in her lip and bites it. Fucking hot. Slowly I tug down my briefs, releasing my length from the tight fabric. I grab the base of my cock and pump it a few times. Pre-cum dribbles out of the tip to slide down. She watches me with unmistakable greed. You just love taking orders, dont you? Shes like a red traffic light, burning on cue. My thumb strokes her neck and she opens her mouth, apparently speechless. You dont care about what I love. She turns her head to the side and pretends as though her cunt isnt dripping and her heart isnt racing from being so close to me. I take her legs and force them apart, revealing her glistening pussy. Youre right. I dont. Ive never felt her bare pussy on my cock, and I decide that I want to make her suffer for talking back. So I slide between her legs and touch the tip of my head against her wet cunt. I grunt as I feel the warmth sliding around my head, suppressing the urge to dive in and surround my cock with tight pussy. She lifts her head and shudders with a small moan. Then I slide my cock up, massaging her swollen nub. I grab her thighs and slowly inch my way between her legs. My fingers glide up and make an arc inside her. She makes a high sound that turns me on-its like a stroke to my dick. Im not going to allow you toe anymore. Not without my permission. Thats thest rule. She arches her back, her muscles clenching hard around my fingers as I slide them out. I grab myself and move between her lips, stroking that sensitive clit as gently as possible. But I cant control it! You will, or youll be punished. Her thighs tremble as I insert two fingers back into her warmth as I tease her with my cock. With my other hand I stroke myself. I fist my cock, feeding the pressure building behind my balls. Her breaths bebored, hitching into a high groan. She bucks against my hand and I feel like Im going a little crazy, too. Her wetness is all over me and all Id have to do is move my cock a few centimeters down. Can Ie? No. I fight a smile as her face twists with agony and bury my three fingers deep in her cunt, rubbing her nub hard. All I have to do is watch her tits spilling over her chest and that beautiful pussy open for me, just waiting for a nice, thick cock. ming heat licks my balls, my hand making friction with my dick. The ache intensifies with every desperate look thrown my way. When her soft moans hit my ears, a surge of energy runs down my length. My hand moves up and down my throbbing cock, faster and faster. Then my balls tighten and move up, the pressure finally releasing like the st of a gun. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, draping over her tits. I pump furiously as ecstasy washes over me, still fucking her with my other hand. More jets of cum fly out, sticking to her pearly-white skin. Good fucking God, its incredibly hot. I keep fisting my cock until every drop ofnds on her. She turns toward me, flushed, waiting for my approval. A sick part of me loves how easily she submits to me. She was probably born and bred for this. I can only imagine the bullshit they must have taught her at the MC-obey your father and stay pure. Girls with pure vaginas go to heaven. I wonder how much pussy I sent to hell with my dick. You cane now. My cock is still hard, so I aim my head right behind her swollen pussy and I shove through, pinching her clit. Beatrice cries out andes hard on my dick. I grab the back of her head and im her sweet mouth. She kisses me back, pausing to moan in my mouth. I ride the wave of both our orgasms until my eyes feel heavy. She sprawls out underneath me as redness pricks across her skin. I take the balled-up t-shirt and wipe the cum from her body and then I move to get up from the bed, but she tugs at my arm. The haunted look from her pure blue eyes stops me. Her fingers are surprisingly strong around my arm. She wants me to stay-to fucking cuddle. For a moment I consider shutting her ass down, but her eyes tug at me. I roll back into bed with a sigh and I wrap an arm around her shoulders, curling her body into my chest. It feels good to have her weight against me, so much that I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off. Jack? Hm? What do I get out of this? I open my eyes, smiling as I catch her gaze. You get me. A shadow falls over her eyes and I feel a small knife in my chest. But it doesnt mean anything. Do you think Johnny would insist on a traditional wedding if it didnt mean something? Youre wearing my ring. Youre living in my house. Only until this investigation is over. Which will take years. Its like a hammer dropping on an anvil, loud and harsh. I try thinking of years of this: bitter resentment, fights, and frequent, hot sex. Her body moves in my arms and suddenly Im face-to-face with her. Her eyes are so blue. What am I, Jack? Am I some girl you get to fuck whenever you want? Am I a biker bitch? Youre my wife, I think automatically, but the words fail to sink in. Shes still one of them. No matter how many goddamn times I fuck her, she still belongs to that fucking rat-bastard MC. But I cant summon up the rage when I look at her. I slide my arm from her and tear my gaze away as I walk out of the bedroom. #3 Chapter 21 I dont know what the hell you are. * * * So you decided to get married-just like that? Detective Asshat is not buying our bullshit. He leans over the table with his suspenders and his wire-rimmed sses, looking too fucking serious for his own job. Beatrice sits in myp, positively glowing as I wrap my arms around her waist and give her a kiss on the side of her head. Yeah. True love knows no bounds, and all that shit. Her nails dig into my neck. Excuse me? The other one, Detective Fatass, ms his meaty fist on the table, making Beatrice gasp. Stop fucking around, you piece of shit. We know you were at the Trudeau airport, along with Johnny Cravotta and his crew. Id appreciate it if you stopped scaring my wife. Beatrice turns her head to look straight at Detective Fatass. He was with me that night. What were you doing for five hours? Fucking. Beatrice sends me an appropriately scandalized look, which I wave off. For five hours? You sound surprised. Is your stamina not up to snuff? Fattasss face deepens to an ugly puce color. Youre telling me that you were having sexual intercourse with this woman for five hours straight? I took a few fifteen minute breaks because her pussy was getting sore. The look of pure rage might not be entirely feigned on her part. I smile right in the face of those jerk-offs. Weve given our statements. Can we go now? Her nails dig hard into my skin and I smooth my hand over her belly, giving her a small pinch. Yeah, see how you like it. Yes. The two detectives look like theyve been denied a great treat, and Beatrice slides off myp. She walks away from me and gives me a look filled with poison behind the two cops backs. Id say its been a pleasure, but it hasnt. I sweep past the two cops and palm open the door. Well, that was easy, wasnt it? A bubble of unease swells inside my stomach. Sure, I got off lucky, but that doesnt mean Im off their radar. One screwup and theyll find a reason to make an arrest. It only takes one filthy rat to bury me, and the MC is full of them.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. I wrap my arm around Beatrices small waist, hating how my blood pounds when she stops in the middle of the hallway and turns in my arms with a scorching gaze. She grabs the scruff of my neck and brings me closer, wearing a cute smile. Her lips crush mine as she pushes my back into the wall. Heat floods my veins as her tongue flicks inside my mouth, teasing me. What the fuck is she doing? Were in the middle of the police station, and shes shoving her tongue down my throat. Not that I mind, but its a little weird even for me. But I stop worrying about that when I feel her curves pressing into my body. God, I want her. I kiss her back, my arms wrapped around her because I want to touch every inch of what belongs to me. Beatrice pulls away, smiling, her eyes heavily lidded. I love you, baby. She makes a trail with her fingers up my chest as I recover from what feels like a heavy book thrown in my face. Has she lost her mind? Uh-what? A triumphant snort from a man brushing past us in the hall averts my attention. Detective Fatass sneers at me with a side nce, and I turn back to Beatrice, her smile strained. I love you, too. Lets go. Nothing ever sounded so forced. Beatrice cringes at my tone, her eyebrows narrowing before she gives a bizarreugh and kisses my cheek. I grab her upper arm and lead her down the hall, and its only once until were outside and well out of sight that she rounds on me, shoving my chest. What the hell is wrong with you? I dont like the way she looks at me. I take a step back and brush my jacket, pretending to be cool when I feel hot. Youre going to have to be more specific. Youre treating this like a fucking joke. Love knows no bounds, and all that shit? Are you crazy? Give me a break. They already know were full of it. She rolls her eyes. After that performance, yeah. What, am I supposed to fawn over you like some lovesick moron? Her stony gaze meets mine, and I feel a ripple of anger from the contempt burning in her eyes. Do you want to go to jail? I dont have time for this. Get in the fucking car. The car door swings open in my hand and I watch her duck her head as she slides into the passenger seat. I m the door shut and the car trembles with the force. My hands clench over the edge of the hood and the window as rage boils my insides. #3 Chapter 22 Calm the fuck down. I get into my car and we drive out of there inplete silence. Im afraid of the mood Im in. Lately Ive been in towering rages only tempered by drugs and booze. Johnny made me quit the drugs, but I couldnt stop drinking. Its the only thing that helps. I roll up to the curb in front of my house, but I dont cut the engine. Im going out. Ill be backter. Blue eyes cut at me as she turns her head and presses her lips together. Beatrice knows that I have a week off work. Theres a splinter of pain in her eyes that almost immediately glosses over into what she tries to pass off as indifference. Whatever. Yeah, whatever. * * * The drinks keeping, and I m them down like Im dying of thirst. Itll take a few hours before Im okay to drive home, but Im fine with that. Anything to avoid being in the same room with my wife. The wife I keep fantasizing about: her naked curves in my hands, the way her pussy wraps around my dick, her lips, her tits-everything. Im not supposed to want her; Im supposed to hate her. A hand ps down on my shoulder. Hows the marriage? Johnny slides on the stool next to me, and I choke down my bitterness. Hes the boss. Hes the boss. Pretty shitty so far. His hand casually grips the back of my neck, and he gives me that fake smile that always precludes pain. Come with me. I want to talk to you. I slide off the stool and follow Johns strong grip into the back rooms of Tommys bar. He drops the smile the moment were alone. What the fuck are you doing in this bar? I cant have a drink without your permission? He grits his teeth. Youre supposed to be spending this time with your new wife. Thats why I gave you a week off. Why dont you fuckingy off me, you prick? Ignoring her like this the day after your wedding is an insult to the MC-and an insult to me. Violent images stream through my brain, interrupting the voices screaming at me. Do not piss off John. Hell get rid of you, just like he got rid of your brother. I need this marriage to work. You will not screw this up and cost me this alliance. You spit on the memory of my brother, and Im supposed to be grateful? Fuck you. Johnnys irate face swims closer. You better be really fucking careful how you talk to me, or youre going to wind up just like him. Jack! A familiar voice barks at me. Recognizing Sal is the only thing that stops me from lunging at Johnnys throat. Thankfully the asshole turns around and walks out of the back room. Come here, damn it. Sal is a beefy guy with a round, honest face. His dark-blue zer hangs over his belly, and he pats the table where hes sitting, gesturing at me to sit down. Hes a friendly guy, but hes still the underboss. Just one rank removed from boss. Sit down, Jack.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Im still pissed off, but he gives me a look thats enough to shut down my smart mouth. Heaving a sigh, I pull back the chair and sit my ass down. He reaches across the table, concern knitting his face as he grabs my hand. Usually I dont like being touched. When my brother died, every pat on the back felt fake. I look at these people-these men who are supposed to be my brothers-and I wonder which one of them did it, if the family was responsible. Which one killed him? Im worried about you. A smile tugs at my mouth. Is that right? The way you talk to the boss is going to get you clipped. I know that. Im probably one more fucking sentence from getting a bullet to the back of my head. I cant fucking do it anymore. I cant pretend like my brother isnt dead. No ones forgotten. He has. That son of a bitch. You know damn well he had something to do with it. Sal gives me a warning look. Watch your fucking mouth. You know Im right. I dont. He was worried your brother would flip, but he would never do anything like that without proof. Lead settles into my guts and I ball my fist under Sals hand. Oh Jesus Christ. He did it, didnt he? Its confirmation for me. He did it. He was afraid my brother would talk. What about what the nurse said? A man in a suit. Thin face. Someone from the mobmissioned this hit, but I cant find a shred of fucking proof. The man at the top makes all the decisions. Its him. That sick, helpless feeling consumes me again. How the fuck am I supposed to kill a boss? Ill be honest. Things like this happen to peoples families. Guys fuck up. They get killed. It happens all the time and were just supposed to swallow down our pride and ept it. I cant ept it. Jack, I know that look on your face. I pull my hand away from his, my brothers loss hitting me hard like a knife to my gut. #3 Chapter 23 When both of our parents died, he was the one who raised me. I was eight and he was a teenager. Yeah, youve told me. He dropped out of school to take care of me. Its odd how little I remember of my parents. It was just Mike for a long time. Memories of my older brother cycle through my head. He was always so goddamn tall. I see him in cks and suspenders, rolling up a paper bag lunch. He hands the bag to me with a wink. Here, kid. Learn something. My chest feels like its caving in. I miss him. He was always the faster one, the smarter one, even when we were both adults. Mike was better than me with a gun, got more girls than I did, and everyone loved him. He was more than just a brother or father. He was a god. I worshipped him. Seeing him like that on the hospital bed, his spiritpletely broken, was like watching him die. There was no twinkle in his eyes-no wisecrack-just listlessness. Waiting for death. Fuck. I know you loved your brother, but youre no good to him dead. Sals fucking right. I know, but what am I supposed to do? I hate how my voice cracks. What would Mike do? Then his voice drops to a low growl. Mike would have bided his time until the opportunity came to hit back at those assholes. You dont think this is going tost, do you? This alliance? Somebodys going to talk. Johnny cant get to all the witnesses. Fuck. Sooner rather thanter. And then? Then you go to jail when your wife rats you out, and were back to where we fucking started, at war with the Devils MC while this investigation kills this family. A cold feeling spreads down my limbs. How long would it take Johnny to decide to get rid of me while Im in prison? I have no more leads to follow now that Ive whacked the nurse. I cant very well start interrogating people in our crew. What am I supposed to do? Sal talks in a voice low enough so that I have to strain my ears to listen. Get on his good side. Theres a job Johnny wants done by the end of the week. If you want to do it, let me know. All right. Send me the details. The chair scrapes back as I stand up from the table. Fuck, my nerves are all jangled from this. I hate feeling jumpy, but if Sals right then I have to be proactive. I walk to his side and bend over, embracing him. Thanks, Sal. I dont know what Id do without you looking out for me. He pats me on the back. I cant help you if you dont help yourself, Jack. No, trust me. Im on it. I should have never let myself go like this. Theres too much at stake, and I dont want to die. My brothers dead, but that doesnt mean I have to join him. Not when theres a chance to get back at the people who destroyed him. The cars engine vibrates beneath my feet as I drive back to my ce, everything that Sal said running through my brain like fire. Im still untangling all the strings. Bide your time. Until what? Until you can make a move on John, or the bikers, or both. I listen to that steely voice inside me. Sal all but confirmed that John was the one behind his murder. And what if hes right? Someone will talk and the alliance will crumble, and Ill have this wife as a fucking liability that no one will trust. Fuck the girl. Make her yours. Take her from them. Yes.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Make her part of your family. The list of my family is pretty fucking small. Its just me, aside from a handful of aunts and uncles on my mothers side who Ive never met. The voice inside meughs. I cant figure it out, and blood churns through my head as I drive home. Like it or not, that biker wife of mine is my ticket back into Johnnys good graces. Im after revenge. Its time to be smart about it, and that means making nice with the girl, bringing her along to all of the family events, and showing everyone else that I can make my biker wife toe the line. As I roll up to my ce I see something thats like a gunshot to my chest. Something that burns inside me like acid. A man wearing a leather cut jacket. Hes standing at my door, peering inside the window. All of a sudden the sound turns off. I see myself cut the engine and the car door flies open. I pounce on him before the bastard can turn around. My hand grabs the back of his neck and I yank. He falls, tripping over the stairs. His body sails over them until he reaches thending and then his head cracks over the pavement. Cool rage controls my movements. I lift up my foot and m it into his chest. I feel the crunch of his bones underneath my feet. Again and again. His beardless face twists with moans that I can only barely hear. He ils like an ugly insect on the ground. Then a soft touch curls around my arm, and the sound finally returns. Its a feminine voice, screaming in my ear. STOP! I ignore her and bend over the piece of shit moaning at my feet. Come to my house? You show up at my fucking doorstep? My bootshes out, connecting with the side of his ribs. He flips over and I see the white embroidery: DEVILS MC. Jack, stop! He moans. I just wanted- You just wanted to what? #3 Chapter 24 I bend down and grab a handful of his brown hair, and I wrench him to a sitting position. I wanted to visit Beatrice. I lower my face to his until he flinches from my closeness. Stay the fuck away from my wife, or Ill kill you. I wasnt trying- Get the fuck out of here! Then I release his greasy head and turn around, burning with rage as I grab Beatrices arm and drag her up the steps. What the hell did you do? I throw her inside the apartment. She jumps when I m the door. Who the fuck was that? Big blue eyes widen at me as she tugs the hem of her skirt down. The sight of long, creamy thighs distracts me for a moment. Paul-he was just-he wanted to see if I was okay. Her eyes fill with tears. You didnt have to hurt him. I take another step forward, noticing that she has her hair piled up on her head. Delicate blonde wisps frame her face. It only makes her look even more fragile. I told you that I didnt want to see them at my house. Ever. Theyre my family. Your family destroyed mine. He was all I had, dont you fucking understand that? My hand throbs from the beating I gave that piece of shit. Fear shines from her wide eyes. She looks as though I fucking hit her. I take a step closer and I grab the back of her delicate neck, inhaling the spicy scent of ginger. Its not fair, she breathes, her eyes squeezed shut. I feel her breaking under my hands, shaking like a delicate bird. My fingers sweep under her chin. Look at me. She obeys. I stare into her liquid blue eyes, tiny droplets clinging on her blonde eyshes. I hate to break it to you, but lifes not fair. You shouldnt punish me for this-I had nothing to do with the people who killed him. Youreplicit. Youre one of them. They dont care about me! Something inside me breaks as her eyes well up with tears and they suddenly spill over her cheeks. My dad never wanted me to do this. I should have listened. Theres a freckle on her upper lip. Blood pounds through my cock. She shakes her head. Maybe you should have. Her mouth twists into a savage snarl and she shoves my chest. I hate you! I grab her iling arm and drag her into the bedroom, where theres a full-length mirror. I reach up into her head of hair and dig my fingers in as confusion shivers over Beatrices face. I watch myself, smirking, as I snake my arm around her waist to pin her to me. You can hate me all you want, sweetheart. God knows I love a good hate fuck. Then I pull her hair a little bit so that she bends over my arm, and then I kiss her soft neck, all the way down to her vicle. Im pretty sure I just hate you. I watch my mouth spread into a smile as she squirms in my arms. Yeah? Lets find out how wet you are just from being held by me. I slide from her waist to hike up her skirt, enjoying the view of her upper thigh being exposed. Then I move my hand up her smooth skin, giving her ass a squeeze before I hook my fingers over her panties and pull them down her silky legs. They drop to her ankles and she presses her legs together. You broke the rules. Her perky ass almost demands a p, and I quickly spank her left cheek. Spread your legs, or youll get another one. Breathing hard, she moves her legs an inch apart, and my finger glides around her hip and up her gorgeous thighs to slip in her wetness. Her pussy is soaked for me. My cock grows inside my cks as I watch her face copse. Yeah, I think youre a little liar. She looks so fucking hot with my hand up her skirt, her breasts heaving as she grabs the arm as if to throw it off, but she cant go through with it. Why-why are you doing this? Revenge. Fuck the MC. Ill take one of your daughters and turn her into my dick-sucking ve. Ill make her worship me. Shell be mine. Cause I want you. I fuck her pussy, digging my fingers deep into her wet cunt as I tear off her shirt, and the sight of her topless makes my dick jump. I press her against the ss as she moans. I want you to look at yourself. Look how turned-on you are. My fingers thrust hard between her legs, and she lets out a cry. Jack! Look at yourself.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. She turns her head and looks, seeing her panting expression and me behind her. My hand squeezes each of her round tits and then I y with her hard nipples, twisting them with my fingers. She moans hard. #3 Chapter 25 Jesus Christ, I want to sink my cock into her. Ive almost had enough of her bucking against my hand, but then she turns her head and kisses me like shes never kissed me before. Its fucking rough and full of teeth. My other hand slips out between her legs and I bring it to her face. She pulls away from me, her lips swollen as I move the finger covered in her juices over her mouth. Her tongue teases my fingers as she sucks everyst drop. Then my fingers fall from her mouth and she gives me a intive look. I feel her ass riding against my stiff cock, and more than anything I want to watch myself bang her in front of this mirror. With a few swift jerks my cks fall to the floor, and Beatrice shudders as she feels my length against her back. I want you to watch yourself as I bury my cock in you. And then I tug down my briefs, hissing as the cool air hits my shaft. I pull a condom from the nightstand and rip it open, rolling it over me. Then I pull her lips apart, guiding my cock into her wet heat. She gives such a high gasp that Im sure I hurt her, until she copses against the mirror. Oh God, the fucking relief. It washes over me the moment I sink into her and ram my cock home. All the bullshit in my life fades away, and I only care about giving her my cum. Hands against the mirror. Beatrice spreads her legs wide and ces her hands on the mirror, bending over to give me a nice view of her ass. I flip the skirt over her back and watch her face contort with pleasure and pain. Fuck, she feels good. Her cunt is like smooth silk over my cock, warm and weing. It opens up, letting me in deeper, until my balls crush against her pussy and she lets out a sharp moan. The rhythmic pping gets my blood boiling, the feeling of her hips in my hands, and even seeing myself pounding this bitch. I spank her ass once, twice, watching blood rise to the surface of her skin. I watch it move in tandem with my fucking. She balls her fists on the mirror and cries out. More, Jack! I reach forward and grab a ponytail of hair. I yank back, forcing her to arch. Shut up and take my cum. The friction gets intense, and I feel my balls heating up. Close. So close. Loud smacks fill the room as I fuck her harder. Shes screaming so loud that were going to get the cops called on us. I wrap my arm around her waist and I swing her upright, crushing her against the ss as I drive into her. My other hand still yanks her hair, and I dig my fingers deep. I find her pussy and I press down over her clit, and her moans deepen. Holy shit, Jack! Then I feel it ripping through me. Her muscles tighten around my cock and I thrust hard, releasing my cum into her. I have to keep fucking her. Everything inside me wants that cum shoved as deep as possible, but of course the condom catches it all. Her pussy contracts beneath my fingers as I pulse in and out, the wave of pleasure receding. I slip out of her and she turns around, wrapping her arms around my neck and digging her fingers into my hair. It feels amazing. She lifts herself on her toes to kiss me, and incredible warmth fills my chest. Then I wonder if shes bing mine or if Im bing hers. BEATRICE My eyes feel like sandpaper and my head pounds. I run my finger along the sharp edge of the de, and I think about what my dad wanted me to do. Theres a way out, if I had the courage to do it. Slit his throat while he sleeps. A visceral, gut-wrenching feeling makes me drop the knife. No. Jack might be a bastard, but he doesnt deserve to die. Im the one who deserves to be punished. Im the one carrying this big, awful secret around. His brothers death eats him alive. I see it every day, when he buries himself in drinks. I still havent said a word. I stand up from the couch, staring at all the boxes, and I walk aimlessly to another room. All I know is that its been a week into our marriage, and Im losing my damn mind. He beat the shit out of Paul just for showing up at my doorstep. I bend down and pick up the knife that I know I wont use. My stomach roils with it. Hespletely the opposite of me-a maniac who flies off the handle. Im a mouse byparison. Grabbing my purse? I decide to go out for a walk. As I stroll into the brilliant rays of sunshine, unease settles in my stomach. Im not used to this Italian neighborhood yet. I feel like an intruder even though Im married to one of them. I sling my purse over my shoulder and fighting the tinge of nausea when I see three guys loitering on the sidewalk, smoking. The way they wont stop staring at me gives me a really bad feeling. They look older and very rough around the edges. Degenerates. My insides clench and I look down as I pass them. Ey, pitoune! How are you, sweetie? Hey! Fuck. I walk right between them, keeping my head down as I head straight for the corner store. The ss doors slide and I stumble gratefully into the air-conditioned grocery. I grab a basket and fill it with a few things and then I notice the voices speaking at the register in melodic Italian. Im just getting a couple things for dinner, and as I weave through the aisles I listen to them talking. Its so much prettier than French. Theres a man in dark jeans leaning over the counter at the register. He sees me approach and leans back, digging a cigarette out of his pocket. The girl behind the counter gives him a secretive smile and turns to me. Si, prego. Oh-I dont speak Italian.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. She nods and rings me up. I pay her with a hundred-dor bill and take the change from her blindly. The man makes a remark in Italian and the girlughs. The harsh sound hits my ears and I grab the stic bag. I get out of there, the sunlight doing nothing to lift my spirits, and those guys are still there. They whistle at me as soon as I exit the store. God fucking damn it. Hey, why you dont like us? Just dont look at them. Ignore. Vache. The insult hits me right in the face and tears spring to my eyes as I walk away furiously. Its not until Im several blocks away that I realize that the cashier gave me the wrong change. She shorted me by about forty bucks. Jesus. I look back, but the guys are still there. The idea of walking through them again and confronting the girl makes me want to vomit, so I keep going. Even though I hate myself for it. #3 Chapter 26 God, how pathetic am I? When I get home, I put the money and the groceries next to each other on the kitchen table so that I can feel shitty about myself the whole day. Im listless around the apartment. I consider cleaning up a little, but he told me not to touch his things. Hourster I hear the scrape of a key and a lock being turned, and Im almost happy to see Jack stumble in the apartment. Hey, he says in a low voice. He walks into the living room and sinks into the couch beside me with a sharp sigh, and then I look at his face. Theres a huge, ugly red mark on the side of his face, and his hands are cracked with dry blood. Oh my God, what happened? Ran into a little trouble. I stand up abruptly, heading straight for the freezer where I dig out a bag of frozen peas. He slips out of his shoes and throws his jacket on a nearby chair as if everythings normal. What the hell happened? Dont worry about it. I sit back down next to him, feeling strangely diminished beside him, and then I hold the bag of peas to his face. Jack hisses slightly as the coldes in contact with his raw wounds, and then a slow sigh leaves his mouth. That looks really bad, I say in a high voice. He frowns and makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. Will you stop with the dramatics? Johnny needed something done. I try to figure out why Jacks wounds bother me so much, and then it hits me. Im nothing without him. The MC wont let me back in, and Johnny sure as shit wont take care of me. Hes all Ive got. Oh fuck. Whats the matter with you? My mood ckens and I feel my chest tightening as though my body is trying to suffocate itself. He puts his hand over the one holding the frozen peas to his face. The pressure in my head is about to explode, and the soft voice Jack uses makes it even worse. Nothing, I say in a thick voice. I slide my hand out from under his and then I stand up, walking slowly to the kitchen. Breathe. Calm down. I take a seat at the table, out of his sight, but those crumpled bills sit right in the middle, staring me in the face. And I blubber like a fucking baby.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. I mp my hands over my mouth to stifle the noise, but its toote. The scrape of Jacks feet alerts me to his presence. Look, he begins in a softer voice. Youre going to have to get used to seeing me hurt. I cante home to you crying like this. You dont understand. His face loosens and he takes another few steps forward. His hand lies heavily on my shoulder. I dont understand how a girl who grew up in the MC could get like this. I thought youd be tougher. Im not tough at all. Its been a really bad day. I want to smack the smirk from his face. He tries to sober his expression and touches my arm. I wrench it away from him. Could you just leave me alone? I dont look at his face. I only see the hand clenched at his side and his wavering legs. He hesitates, clenching and unclenching his hand. Then he pulls out a chair and sits down next to me, touching my hair and face. It almost feels sweet. Just tell me, Beatrice. Oh God. I wipe my face and stare at the kitchen table. I just-I was stiffed at the grocery store down the block. You were what? He grabs my shoulder and leans in, all amusement gone from his face. They shorted me about forty dors. So why the hell didnt you go back toin? Shame creeps in from the frustration in his voice. I think of the three guys harassing me on the street and my paralyzing fear preventing me from marching right through them. There were a few guys on the corner giving me a hard time. I bite my tongue from revealing any more. Thest thing I want is him flying off the handle because some dumbass on the street corner called me a cow. His voice hardens. What did they say? Nothing. Dont lie to me, Beatrice. They were hitting on me and being assholes about it. The bag of peas hits the table with a hard thump and Jack stands up from the chair, grabbing my hand. I follow the pressure, anxiety leaping inside me when I see the darkness on his face. Come on. The keys scrape across the wood as he grabs them from the table and nearly yanks me down the hall. I dig my heels in and he whirls around. Wait- What are you doing? Going to the fucking grocery store to break some goddamn heads. #3 Chapter 27 Oh my God. Jack! He bends down swiftly, taking my head in his hands as his demeanor shifts suddenly. A sweet smile staggers across his face before he kisses me twice on my lips. Heat pricks across my chest as he pulls back. Im not going to just give a pass to people who fuck over my wife. Promise me you wont hurt anyone. Shock makes his face nk for a moment and then the smile returns. I wont. I promise. I feel strong walking by Jacks side, his hand firmly sped around mine. He doesnt say much as we walk down the street, but I can see the fury building up behind his eyes. The three men at the corner are nowhere in sight, but that doesnt stop Jack from looking down all the streets for them. Cocksuckers. He opens the door to the grocery store for me and I walk inside, noticing that the same cashier is working. Theres only one other customer inside. Jack enters the store smoothly, scanning it before sliding up to the customer browsing the frozen food section. He taps him on his shoulder and the customer turns to face him, confused. Jack only has to utter a few words. Take a walk. The man does a double take and drops his basket of groceries on the floor. Sorry, he mutters unnecessarily.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. My heart skips ahead as Jack follows him and flips the sign on the door to CLOSED. Head pounding, I try to mouth him a question: What are you doing? He ignores me, joining me at my side. He takes my hand again, which slips in his, and he marches me to the counter. Crap. What the hell is he nning? The cashier perks her head up, noticing Jack, and gives him a much warmer smile than she gave me. Hello, Jack. Her sycophantic gaze slides over to me. Whos this? This is my wife, Beatrice. She tells me she ran into a bit of trouble at the store today. Recognition slowly dawns over her face and she quickly covers her mouth to hide a gasp. My fingers slip as he approaches the counter and stares her down. What kind of trouble? Dont y dumb, or Im going to get pissed. She pushes herself from the counter and blinks rapidly, wrapping her arms around herself. I-I dont know what shes talking about. A loud crash makes her jump and scream. Jack ms his fist into the cash register, making it fly open. He reaches over and grabs handfuls of bills, cleaning out half the goddamn thing. A lump rises in my throat as he slowly stuffs the bills in his pocket. She flinches as he reaches over again and ms the register closed. What the hell are you doing? You shorted my wife forty bucks, you dumb bitch! The cashier gives me a cutting re. It was an ident! Jack leans back with a strained smile. Ah, an ident. I see. Hes like a tiger. Suddenly he pounces to the right and grabs something that swings with a wide arc. ss cracks as he whales against the upright case of drinks. He throws his body into swinging the bat into the ss case. Hundreds of jagged pieces of ss shatter and fall to his feet, spilling cold air into the store. What the fuck are you doing? Stop it! What? he says, raising his arms, still holding the bat. It was an ident! Oh my God, what a psycho! The girl backs away, her eyes as big as saucers as she hits the wall. Goddamn it. Jack, stop! I move between him and the register, shoving his chest. He gives me a look of feigned surprise. What? My hand slipped! Jesus Christ. Hes a fucking lunatic. The cashier pipes up in a small voice, Im sorry, all right? I-I didnt know who she was. He waves the bat in her face. The next time you take advantage of my wife, Ill shove this bat up your ass. Then he lets it fall, and it ngs on the floor next to the broken ss. He curls an arm around my waist and jerks me to his side, his fingers spreading warmth through my body. My ribs seem to jump against my t-shirt as he walks me across the grocery store, opening the door to let me out. I flinch when he returns to my side. What the hell is wrong with you? You, I say in a shaking voice. Youre a lunatic. I cant believe I signed up for a lifetime of this. Growing up I never saw an ounce of violence. Sure, the guys would get a little too drunk every so often and things would get out of hand, but nothing that made me sick with fear. Why? I pull away from him and study his swollen face, and I think about how I really never had a goddamn clue about the lives the members in the MC led. You just trashed her store and stole half her money for no reason. I have a reputation to maintain on the streets, sweetheart. What, that you fly off the handle at every slight? He lets out a gale ofughter. You act like you didnt grow up in the MC. Maybe its the sight of his battered face that has my heart racing. Without him, I have nowhere to go. So I say nothing. #3 Chapter 28 My face burns as I stare at the street, and we walk in silence all the way back to his house. He slides his arms around my waist the moment were alone. I freeze in as the image of him swinging the bat burns in my mind. I hate the way my skin pricks with heat the moment I feel his hands on me. Im supposed to tame him, and Im doing a pretty shitty job of it so far. He turns me around so that were facing each other and then gently backs me against a wall, sliding a thigh between my legs. Holy crap. The hardness of his thigh rides my pussy and for a moment all I can think about is how amazing he always makes me feel. Jack, youre risking your life, I whisper when he bends his head. Its way too reckless. That wasnt a risk. The people in this neighborhood know who I am. Didnt work out so well for your brother, did it? Then I feel a stab of shame at that thought, because every time I think of his brother I feel a fresh wave of hot, bubbling guilt. One of these days, Beatrice, youre going to have to stand up for yourself. Like you? I quip before I can stop myself. He thumbs my mouth as his eyes fuck me. Then a smirk pulls at his lips. Maybe. My stomach shivers as he ttens his hand and moves down my waist, parting the waistband of my jeans to curve over my mound and gently stroke my throbbing nub. Heughs in my mouth, centimeters from a kiss. The air billowing over my lips makes my heart jackknife into my chest. No panties. That must be really ufortable. Yes, it is, you crazy asshole. A wet heat slides across my lips, and then he presses his whole body against me. His mouth descends over mine and my cheeks me as desire makes my flesh ache. Then he slips his hand out of my pants. His body disappears from my side and he walks away from me, throwing a grin over his shoulder as he enters the kitchen and grabs a tall, skinny bottle. Fucking bastard. My head pounds as he sits down at the kitchen table and pours himself a drink. Were going to a party downtown tonight. Johnny will expect you to be there. I exhale a huge breath and walk closer to him, pulling out a chair to sit next to him. Are you going to be a good girl and behave, or am I going to have to bend you over my knee? I dont like him, Jack. A cold feeling spreads through my limbs whenever I think about his lifeless stare. Your cousin will be there. Maya? I fidget in my chair with an excited squirm. And the baby? He gives me a strange look. I dont know. Probably. Happy thoughts of that beautiful baby burst as Jack pours himself a drink and inhales it. The table trembles as he ms it down. He shoots me an angry look. What? I tentatively reach for his arm, but he pulls it away. You look upset. Jacks brows furrow as he violently grabs the ss, nearly spilling the bottles contents on the table. He ms it back and swallows, screwing up his face. Is it your brother? The fuck do you care? The sting hits my face, thrown by the contempt in his voice. I picture the moment his brother died in my mind. I was there. I want to tell him that I saw three men wearing leather cuts through the darkened window. The desire swells up inside me. I look at his face, slightly red with alcohol. And I cant tell him. The pain weighs down his shoulders. Fuck, I never thought Id feel bad for one of them until I married him. My gut wrenches as I imagine it over and over-the pillow over his face and their smooth, indifferent expressions. He raises the drink to his lips and throws his head back. Seething eyes cut me as he lets the ss drop on the table. It shudders in his hand when he swallows the drink. I look around the apartment, trying to seize on something that will distract him. Jack, why are there boxes everywhere? I noticed them the first time I stepped in his apartment. Did he just move in? He shuts his eyes as if in pain. Theyre Mikes stuff. Oh. Good fucking job. The guilt eats at my insides like a gue and I stand up to get away from it. Its not my problem. What the hell do I care about some dead Mafia asshole? Jack buries his face in his hands, his elbows sitting on the table. A dagger hits my chest. He was the only family I had, he says in a heavy voice. He uncovers his face and that wound still throbs in a big, shining lump. I walk over to the discarded frozen peas. Theyre still cold. My footsteps echo hollowly as I return to the kitchen and grab a couple paper towels. I use the sink to wet them slightly and then I stand in front of him. My hand trembles with the towels as I ce them over his face. He jerks his head to the side and pushes my waist.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Stop. Let me help. Im fine. No, youre not. I can deal with this. Alone. Well, youre not alone. I sit down on hisp and he lets out a frustrated sigh as I raise the sodden paper towels to that nasty gash on his forehead. I blot it gently, the dried blood smearing over the towel. Im close enough to see the small flecks of emerald in his eyes. They slide over to me and hold my gaze, and I forget what Im doing. Im just caught in his heavy stare as my heart bes suddenly aware of how close we are. Does it hurt? #3 Chapter 29 Jack doesnt respond. I just feel the slow burn creeping up my neck as his eyes refuse to let go of me. Flustered, I dry his face, gently patting, and then I hold the frozen peas against his head. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I want to touch him-kiss him-but Im afraid to. Despite being married to him, I dont feel like hes mine yet. And I want that. I desperately want that.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. Silence. The silence stretches thin, wavering like a solitary note on a piano key. The night whisks past my window. It feels weird to be inside the car. Im so used to wrapping my arms around a broad back and just feeling the breeze freeing my hair. The red mark still shines brightly on his head, but he doesnt look like he gives a shit. Even that horrible blemish isnt enough to dim Jacks radiance. A smooth ck suit, like liquid ink, covers his body. He looks really good-a lot better than he deserves. Jack eyes cut at me asionally, almost narrowed in suspicion. I eye his hand resting on the gear, wishing I couldce his fingers through mine, wishing I had an ounce of his affection. You dont deserve it. Hey, listen. Thanks for-uh, defending me at the grocery store. Ill admit that a part of me felt a small amount of savage triumph. He was so passionate about protecting me that it almost felt real. He shakes his head with a smile, saying nothing. Jack, do you think that the alliance willst? The smile disappears as though it was pped off his face. He gives me a sharp nce and then stares straight ahead. No. What do you mean, no? Panic suddenly res up my spine as he shakes his head. It wontst. There are too many people willing to fold under pressure and rat the other side out. He doesnt need to add that he couldnt care less. What will happen to us? What was the point of all this if it was just going to fall apart anyway? Revenge. Thats the fucking point. The car lurches to a stop as he pulls up beside the street, and I realize with a start that were already there. I look down at myp and grab my knees as a wave of vertigo hits me. What does that mean? His hand suddenly curves around my thigh and he leans across the divide, nuzzling my ear. Im going to take the sweet, innocent girl they gave me and use her as my fuck-toy. His hand inches up my thigh and touches my wetness just briefly. Ill use you until Im too exhausted to hate them. Then his fingers spread me open and I gasp as he enters me, hand curled under my dress. His mouth crushes against mine. I hear my wetness around his fingers, and the heat of his palm cupping my pussy sends electricity up my spine. My skin tingles as he roughly grabs one of my tits, the sensation of his thumb flicking over my nipple overwhelming me. Jesus Christ. Were in a car. Right under a streetlight. We break from the kiss and he utters a low growl in my hair, still fucking me with his hand. You want to be a good wife, dont you? My dress rides up my thighs, his fingers diving in and out of me easily. My moan rips through the car, and Jacks seductive smile hangs in front of me. I asked you a question. Yeah-yeah, whatever! Not whatever.'' The hand fondling my tits suddenly grabs my jaw. Im a good wife! Yes, you are. You never, ever disobey me. Its almost like you were born to take orders from a man. Say whatever the fuck you want. Just keep doing this to me. Please, dont stop! He forces his fingers through my tight walls. I clench around him and run my fingers over his thrusting hand. It feels amazing. You want toe? The pressure builds up with every tight thrust, and I grab his arm so that he pauses. His fingers brush against my clit and a jolt hits my heart. Can I? No. The word crashes over my ears and I press my thighs together, trapping his hand. No? Why not? Are you arguing with me? The questiones out in a growl, but I hear his chuckle right before he snags the neckline of my dress and pulls it down, exposing a swell of flesh. He takes me in his mouth before I can answer, sucking my nipple and biting down over the sensitive ring. I arch my back as I feel his tongue slowly flicking over my nipple, the cool air stinging me before his hot mouth sucks me. He pulls until it stings, until I feel the burn even after he pulls back and smiles at the red mark. Then he slides his hand out from between my thighs and pulls my dress over my knees. Are you fucking kidding me? I love seeing you so worked up. I look at hisp and its as if he stuffed a pipe down his pants. I reach over and slide my hands over his cock, curling my fingers around him. A thrill hits my heart when I feel it twitch. He makes a sound at the back of his throat that makes me flush. Then he takes my hand away. Lets go. But- I promise Ill fuck you really hard if you behave tonight. Ill have to spend the whole night aching for him. What a prick. He pulls away from me, a ghost of a smile ying on his lips as he leaves the car and walks around. Im still taking heavy breaths when he opens my car door. Jack takes my hand and I stand up on shaky feet, desire still pounding between my legs. He opens the in ck door and an explosion of music hits my face. Jacks arm is snug around my waist as he nods to the hostess. Inside is an expansive lounge where a live band ys. The tables are polished to a ck shine and solitary candles in sses look like fireflies. We walk down the steps and onto the floor, to a huge table where the whole family seems to be gathered. All of the men I recognize from the brief moments Id catch them at the MC are seated at the table with their wives. Theyre glitzy and beautiful, their hair styled on their heads like royalty. I look down at my summer dress and picture myself with my t-ironed hair, and I feelpletely stupid. I spot Maya talking happily to another woman with curly hair, and I see Johnny at the head of the table. #3 Chapter 30 My husband tugs me along, making a beeline straight for his boss. Jack! How are you? Johnny stands up and Jack breaks away from me for a moment to embrace him. An uneasy feeling creeps inside my stomach as the Cravotta Crime Family boss merely gives me a curt nod and a smile. Ladies, this is my wife, Beatrice. He introduces me to every single person at the table, including a portly man who wrings my hand, and Ive already forgotten their names by the time we get to Maya. She beams at me. She wears a floor-length ck gown with a plunging neckline and a dangling, brilliant ne. Everyone is decked out to the nines, and Im in this stupid summer dress. Good lord. Sit down! I take a seat next to Maya, and Jack squeezes in beside me. Im so d youre here, I say fervently. Im sopletely out of my element. She waves off my concern. Youre fine, Bea. Wheres your little boy? Oh-Johnnys ma is watching him. Oh. I dete a little. Seeing Mayas baby wouldve definitely been the highlight of the evening. Ill show you pictures! I lean over her shoulder as she scrolls through dozens of baby photos, and I fight a rising tide of jealousy at her perfect family life. I touch the screen, marveling at those chubby cheeks and the dark tuft of hair. Hes beautiful. Maya smiles knowingly. Thanks. Its not fair. Emptiness yawns inside me as I scroll through the photos. I feel her hand on my shoulder. Hey, youll get your chance. With who? Him? I nce at my husband, who lounges back in his chair with a sour look on his face. Hes not happy to be here with me. Hes not happy, period. And I know exactly why. Guilt twists inside me like the sharp end of a corkscrew, digging deeper and taking root. I have to fucking tell him, or Ill hate myself forever, but I cant help but think about the future. What if we had a baby? Then Jack turns his head and gives me a curious look, and my face burns hot like amp. If you ever need a babysitter, just ask. Maya nods, beaming. Of course. We already have a babysitter, ma belle. Johnny leans in the conversation with a dark smile. Be nice. I am fucking being nice. She shoots him a re and then looks over my head. What happened to your face? Jack shifts in his chair and smiles at her, the swelling on his cheek more pronounced. upational hazard. You gotta watch yourself, Jackie-boy. An uncharacteristically ugly lookes over Jacks face. Yeah, well, our boy Ben didnt show up, so I had to handle it- Not now. Jack sits back into his chair, looking frustrated. A cool hand grasps my arm, and I turn toward Maya. So hows everything going? With him? Suddenly Im happy theres a roar of background noise to disguise our conversation. Im basically his whore. Not great. It wasnt easy for me either, but Im happy now. She looks it. You dont regret it? No. I had no future at the MC. Call me crazy, but I didnt mind it so much. Everyone had a ce at the MC. Here? I dont know what the fuck I am. Lets just have a good time tonight! I try to smile back at my cousin as she pours me a ss of wine, but theres a heaviness in my chest that wont lift. Those fucking baby photos. Theyre just a reminder of what I cant ever have. Who knows how many years itll take before this investigation is over?This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. I down arge sip of wine and hope that it purges the baby thoughts from my head. He would be terrible to have kids with anyway. Wouldnt he? Then Jack grabs my wrist and my attention turns to the waiter hovering over me with a pad. I take the menu. Ill have the spaghetti with homemade meatballs. He nods and moves down the table. #3 Chapter 31 Jacks heavy arm drapes over my shoulders. His hand curls over my bare skin and my heart jumps, pleasure flooding my veins. Rough fingers pinch me suddenly. Stop talking to her. The boss doesnt like it. I look above the table to see Johnny regarding me with thinly disguised contempt. A mixture of fear and anger wrestle inside me, and I turn back to Jack. This time my lips graze his ear. Fuck the boss. Isnt that what you always say? Its the alcohol talking. Heughs, showing off his teeth. Youre going to get me killed. I dont care if that asshole has a problem with me talking to his wife. Mayas my cousin. I turn toward her, but Jack grabs my thigh under the table and squeezes. A faint feeling simr to the rush of wine temporarily paralyzes my body. He inches his hand farther, his deep eyes staring at me like he gives a shit about nothing else. What are you doing? My whole body shivers as he leans in, brushing his lips against my neck. Distracting you. Distracting me? My thoughts repeat his words as though theyre a differentnguage. His finger brushes my inner thigh. I take his hand and dig my fingernails into him, and he retreats,ughing softly in my ear. Youll have toe over sometime, get to know the baby. My attention turns back to my cousin as a confusing rush of emotions burns my face. Yeah-of course! Id love that. Johnny wouldnt. A huge te of spaghetti and homemade meatballs is dropped in front of me. I wait until everyone has their food and then I pick up my knife and fork and I slice the pasta noodles. What-the-fuck-are-you-doing? I pause midway in between cutting the noodles, startled by the heat in Jacks voice. He gives me a look thats filled with poison. Whats your problem? Who the fuck taught you how to eat? You dont cut pasta! Jesus. From the way he sounds, its as if I started eating with my hands. He takes the knife out of my grip and sets it down. Then he takes my other hand with the fork and twists it in my fingers so that the prongs rest on the te. You spin it. But I need a spoon. He shuts his eyes as though I wounded him and even Johnny gives off a bark ofughter. No spoon, for fucks sake. A hot rush of shame floods my cheeks as a few of the others chime in. I try to take it in stride, but I just feel so fucking down. I dont belong here. Im not one of them, and its not just because of this. The way they look at me-with sneering contemptuous faces. Only Maya talks to me, but none of them would treat the bosss wife with disrespect. Shes married to him. Has a kid with him. Of course shes one of them. Theres no doubt, when clearly theres doubt with me. Suddenly I remember Mayas healthy baby at her breast. A rush of longing hits me in the stomach so that even though I just ate, I feel empty. The jazz band picks up a slow bad, and Maya rises from her table, whispering in Johnnys ear. He smiles and stands up, too. Beatrice and I used to sneak out dancing whenever we could, she tells her husband, who gives me a small smile. Feeling the urge to get away from the table, I stand up. Jack, are youing? He cant say no in front of everyone without looking like an utter ass. A warm smile that Ive never seen on Jack unexpectedly sends a flight of butterflies. Of course. Im taken aback as he stands up and takes my waist, his mouth brushing my ear as though he means to kiss me. I hate dancing. Too fucking bad. I follow Maya and Johnny to the dance floor, where they join hands and immediately look lost in each other. Jack spins me around and takes my hand. Goose bumps sprout over my arms as the fingers at my waist pull me in closer. Its hard not to feel utterly breathless when Im in his arms. Are you happy? Were dancing. Yes, I am. I love the smile that spreads across his face. I wish I could see it more often. Maya gives us a little wave and I grin back at her. When I turn back to Jack, hes wearing a shrewd grin. Doesnt a part of you hate her for what she did? Why would I hate her? You wouldnt be here. Everyone who died would still be alive. His eyes ze suddenly and I know hes thinking of his brother. Jack, at the end of the day, all she was trying to do was be with him. He shakes his head, still smiling. Youre a romantic. Im not.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. All he sees is the wave of devastation left behind. I dont know if Id go back, even if I could. #3 Chapter 32 What? I bite my lip viciously as a lump grows in my throat. Jett told me I couldnte back. He made a threat. Wait, what? What do you mean, a threat? He said Maya was dead to him and if I wasnt careful, Id join her. All because I didnt stop them from meeting up. Its so unfair. Pain swells in my throat and I blink rapidly as Jacks mouth hangs open. I didnt know. Then he holds me tightly so that our bodies mold together, and the warmth in my chest washes over the pain. The song ends and suddenly his fingers find my chin and heys a soft kiss on my mouth. Heat rushes to my face as he dips me in his arms. Holy shit! I pretty much forget everything else once his wicked tongue does a dance inside my mouth. I cling to his neck as desire fans out in mes, and then he pulls me back upright, his hands making my heart flutter. My skin tingles when he breaks away from me, and I look at his wet lips and want more. What was that? That was to cheer you up. He pulls back even farther and gives me a wink that makes the tips of my toes curl. Jack hangs out with the guys for the rest of the night, and I slip away with Maya to the bar. Alcohol burns my tongue as three men I recognize from our table belly up. Hey, Im going to the bathroom. Want toe? No, Ill stay here. Maya nods and walks off to the bathroom as I sit there, alone. The noise barely filters through my head, but then I catch two words that snap my attention. Fuck them. Sal was right, allying with those bastards was a mistake. We should have sent a message to the other crews. A low, somber voice speaks up. We did, remember? One fucking dead biker isnt enough- Yeah, well, if John hadnt fucked the presidents daughter- What do you think about Jack marrying that club whore? My heart pounds against my chest, and I turn in my seat, hoping like hell that they wont see my face. I would smack that cunt around and put her in her ce. Its a fucking embarrassment, one of our guys marrying a club whore. I cant take it anymore. My throat is thick with tears as I get off the stool and practically run toward the bathroom. And I collide with a mans chest. Whoa! Im sorry, I say to his feet, stepping around him. The feet step in front of me again. Then I want to charge past, because I just want to get to the bathroom and lose it. Someone grabs my arms. Hey, whats the matter? I tremble at the sound of his voice and look up into Jacks softened face. I want to leave. Now. His hands cradle my face and warmth zes through his fingers, soothing my head. What happened? Something I ate. I dont feel good. His hands fall from my face. Well, thatsplete bullshit, but Ill take any excuse to get the fuck out of here. He takes my hand and I nearly drag my heels on the way back to the table.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Club whore. Cunt. Im still shaking when we walk out of that ce. Jack gives me peculiar looks as we drive back to the city. Are you going to tell me whats made you so upset, or what? I bite my knuckle hard as he shakes his head and continues driving. Its not until were safely shut inside his apartment that I steel myself to say something. He hangs his coat and thrusts it in the closet, and then he turns around, finding me staring at him. So much of what I heard from those guys sounded like it couldvee from Jacks mouth. Do you hate me? He runs a hand through his hair, pained. Blood rushes to my face when he stops inches from my body. His eyes are like dark jewels, glowing hot. He reaches out and touches the bare skin right above the swell of my breast, where my heart beats like crazy. I smell the notes wafting from his skin-all masculine and aquatic. Every sound is magnified as he curls his hand around my neck, and I lift my head. His lips are there to meet mine, and his hips jut into me. He kisses me with that same devouring hunger that captured me the first time we met. I want him. Hes my husband. Call me a stupid romantic, but that means something to me. What the fuck can I do to help myself? #3 Chapter 33 The answer sits in my head. Its right there, but it sounds so insane that Im afraid to look into Jacks puzzled eyes and tell him what I want from him. If you dont ask him, youll never know.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. I force myself to pull back, and his breath warms my lips. I open my mouth. I want a baby. Jesus Christ. My face is scorching hot, as though theres a wall of fire in front of me. Excuse me? I want us to have a kid. What the fuck? he says, between augh and a legitimate question. I know it sounds crazy- -Yeah, he says, eyes widening. It does. I grab his shirt, twisting it in my hands. I need this, Jack. He backs away from me, his eyebrows somewhere in his hair. Youre serious? You want a kid with me? Yeah, I do. He turns away from me, deep dimples carving into his mouth. Why? Thats a good fucking question. I take a step forward, hands clenched at my sides. I know this: Ill never be epted by the family until Im pregnant with your kid. Jesus Christ! Jack turns his back on me. My cheeks burn, this time with rage. Im furious that he wont take me seriously. I lunge for his arm and force him to turn around. He looks surprised by the desperation on my face. Its your cousin, isnt it? Youre jealous that she has a baby, and now you want one. Look, I wont deny that there was a sting of jealousy when I saw how happy they were together, and that sweet baby. I want that, too. This isnt about chasing my dreams-Im convinced the only way Ill be epted is if I have children with him. Well, yeah, but-no! Thats not it! He avoids my gaze, shaking his head. Forget it, Beatrice. I grab his shoulders and give them a little shake. What happens to me if something happens to you? The question turns in his head and he wrinkles his nose. What? If you die, what happens to me? His eyebrows narrow. Im not going to die. It could happen. Vaffanculo! I could trip and break my fucking neck, who gives a shit? I have nowhere to go. That seems to break through to Jack. He relents, heaving a great sigh. Johnny would take care of you. Hed give you an allowance. You hate Johnny. Do you really think hes going to give a damn about my life the moment youre gone? Difort makes Jack restless. He pushes himself off the wall and res at me. He would. But he sounds so unsure. They all hate me. The moment youre gone, theyll hurt me. I know it. His frosty voice blows over me. Im not doing this. The chilly tone seems to cement the fact that Im surrounded by people who dont give a damn about me. Mayas unreachable and her husband wants her to have nothing to do with me. If hes gone, Ill be thrown to the wolves. Club whore. Their vicious voices reverberate in my head, and my eyes burn as I realize how reluctant Jack was to enter into this arrangement at all. My thoughts race and I reach out for him as I copse to the floor. Those guys you overheard will probably be the first to slit your throat. Im a club whore. A biker bitch. Ill never be anything more, and if the alliance copses, Ill be the first to go. Why keep someone alive who can run to the police and tell them that she was coerced into marrying one of their members, in order to avoid testifying against the alibi in court? Id be disposed of the moment I was no longer needed. The mob wouldnt give a shit about the biker wife made from a sham marriage. Huge sobs wrack from my chest as I kneel on the floor, the weight of everything crushing me down. I hate crying like this-hate feeling out of control. They have no respect for me! They wont care about throwing me away! Strong hands grip my arms, lifting me up, but I sink back down. Jack lowers to my level and my tears run over his hands as he cups my cheeks. I cant bear to look at him. Of course they do. Youre my wife. My voice lifts to the ceiling, hysterical. You didnt hear them! They said one dead biker wasnt enough-they called me a cunt! Jacks face turns ashen. What? When was this? When I was at the bar with Maya. I dont t-think they knew I was sitting right there. He stands up slowly and steps away from me, all fatigue gone from his movements. Im surprised at the violence with which he rips open the closet door to grab his jacket, shrugging it on. Where are you going? #3 Chapter 34 I flinch at his face, which is taut with rage. He moves stiffly and grabs my arms, giving me a brusque kiss on my cheek. Dont worry about it. JACK Dont worry about it. Its the mantra of wise guys everywhere. I cant tell you how many times Ive told that to a woman. Dont worry about it. Everythings fine. Even when theyre not. Especially when theyre not. I had to leave before I exploded, but I dont even m the car door when I get out. I save that shit for those three guys-I know exactly who they are. She never left my sight the entire time we were at that dinner. I couldnt help but look for her. Shes smoking hot and there are plenty of assholes who would hit on her. A roar builds in my ears as I open the door to the venue, but my heart is steady like a persistent drumbeat. My eyes dart all over the ce, looking for those familiar faces so that I can fucking kill them. Instead I see Sal, seated at the dinner table. The live band strikes up a slow bad, and everyone dances. I hurry down the steps and kneel at Sals side. Hey! Youre back- Tim, Brad, and Vito-where the fuck are they? Sals portly face stumbles. Uh-theyre near the stage, I think. I look, scanning through the dance floor of couples, and I see the three bastards heckling the lead singer. Whatre you-? I ignore thest part of his sentence and grab an empty wine bottle just sitting on the table. ckness pricks at the edge of my vision. They called my wife a cunt. They wont know what hit them. I get about two feet from them before one of them notices me, and I swing back with the bottle. Vitos head makes a dull sound as the ss shatters down his face. He drops instantly. What the fuck? The music shrieks. Brad grabs my arm and I elbow his face hard. Then an arm chokes my neck from behind, and I see Brads nose streaming with blood. I slip out of the chokehold and Tim screams at me. Fucking moron! My fist whirls at his face, and he ducks. Then a blow to the back of my head sends me reeling forward. Turn around! My bnce is off and pain explodes over my skull. Tims fist swings at me. I grab his arm and yank. He flies right into my raised knee and his huge moan echoes in the venue. Someone grabs my middle and I dive toward the stage, groping until I take something long and metallic. Its heavy. The bronze shes across my vision as I swing it in my hands, bashing against the side of Brads face. It makes a loud, gong-like sound. I realize I grabbed the fucking trombone. FUCK! Thats mine, you dick! I look up into the musicians hostile face, exploding. Why dont youe down here and Ill cram it up your ass? Something appears from the corner of my vision. I duck, the bat whistling over my head. I lunge at him before he can swing it again and hit him hard right below his ribs. He makes a retching sound and then my fist crunches the side of his head. Brad falls t on his face, his abdomen heaving, but I cant let the fucker go. I know what he said to her. Beatrices crying face surfaces in my vision and a fresh wave of fury makes me kick the asshole while hes down. Thats what they did to her, didnt they? Jack! What the FUCK? Johnnys stern voice incenses me. A corrosive hatred that Ive never known rises inside me. I cant touch him, so I whale on Brad. My boot crunches his face. I get down on the floor and take a fistful of hair, and-someone tackles me. Let me the fuck go! Take him out of here, I hear Johnny mutter.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Three men grab hold of my arms and drag away from Brad, escorting me through the wall of people, who scream when I approach. Everythings fine. Go back to your tables. I almostugh at the sound of forced calm in Johnnys voice. My arms twist behind my back as they throw me outside some Employees Only exit, which empties into a deserted lot. Johnny explodes from the door, grabbing my cor. What the fuck was that? They called my wife a cunt! Suck my dick, asshole. He jabs at my chest. What the hell are you talking about? They madements about my wife in her presence. Get the fuck off me! I yank my arms out of their grips and re at Johnny, who looks slightly mollified. So you decide to beat the shit out of them in front of a hundred fucking civilians? His screams deafen my ears. You should have told me about it, and I wouldve handled it. Bullshit. So if someone called your wife a biker cunt, you would what? Heughs, his white teeth shing. Dont even start with me, Jack. What? I scream. You want to sweep this under the rug, too? Johnnys eyes gleam dangerously as he takes a few steps closer. I wish Mike were here to tell you to shut your fucking mouth. Hes not here because of you! Suddenly a cold muzzle presses against my forehead and Johnny leans in, pressing the barrel against my head as spittle flies from his mouth. You want to fucking die? Say one more fucking word. #3 Chapter 35 My heart pounds as I look down the length of the muzzle, down the arm, wishing I could tell him how much I despise him. Id kill you if I didnt need you. John-hold on. Just rx. Sal suddenly edges in beside John, and I feel a rush of gratitude. You realize our rtionship with the Devils is hanging by a fucking thread? John clenches his teeth, his fingers white knuckling the gun. I am not going to prison. Sal gives me a warning look. His temper got a little out of hand, but I wouldnt say it wasnt justified. I dont give a fuck. He slowly lowers the gun, his chest pulsing hard. Tommy, Rick. They seize my arms as Johnny slips the gun back into his jacket pocket. I screw up my face as Rick steps behind me, twisting my arms back. Tommy shrugs apologetically as he raises a fist and ms it into my shoulder. FUCK! The scream tears from my throat as I feel the massive blow radiating pain down my arm. Another pinpointed hit thuds against my bones. They scrape against each other and I press my lips together, willing myself not to cry out. Thats for being aplete prick at my dinner. Even though my shoulder screams in pain, I lift myself up. Unbridled heat sears through my veins. I would do it again. Shes my wife. Johnny sneers at me. Youre defending a girl you didnt even want to fucking marry. Thats true, but I cant pretend that I didnt feel something for her when she talked about the MC, and when she copsed into tears at my ce. A strange pain twisted inside me, simr to the pain my brothers death gave me. That girl belongs to me and they insulted me by trashing her. I should kill them. His cool eyes cut mine. Theyll be dealt with, but I wont let you kill them. What? Are you fucking kidding me? He makes a violent movement and ms his fist into my shoulder. Sal holds me back as pain burns through my joint like a white-hot poker, searing. Get the fuck out of here! He screams in my face, apoplectic with rage. Take your wife and go somewhere else before I do something I regret. dly. Johnny motions his head, and they release my arms. Fuck, the pain. The slick bastard walks back toward the entrance, leaving me alone with Sal, whose anxious, round face turns to me. He doesnt speak until the door closes, leaving us alone outside. Johns a cunthair from blowing your head off. Whats the matter with you? I shake off his hand, trembling slightly with the pain radiating down my arm. Then the rage suddenly burns out. Whats all this anger done for me except put my head on the chopping block? And if I go, so does she. Three people dead for no reason. I cant go on like this. I cant do this anymore. Everything keeps feeding into my rage, making me sick to my stomach. Jack, well find out who was responsible. I swear to God. If it really was John- Ill never find out.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. And I sure as shit cant kill a boss. Jack! I just want to go home. Ill drive myself home. My thoughts churn as I walk away from Sals voice, the ufortably warm night clinging to my skin. I reach my car, shoulder burning, and sit in there for a while. The night sky is clear. Wouldnt it be nice to just let go? An image of my brother, straight backed and proud, shes through my vision. He always wore that slightly sarcastic grin. Impatient, prone to yell, but loyal to a fault. There was nobody but him for all the Christmases. Him and the family. I remember one of the captains dressing up as Santa us when I was younger and handing out gifts to all the kids. I felt like I belonged somewhere, but Mike was tethering me there. Without him, I was lost. I stop my car in front of my apartment, almost at peace. I can almost fucking see the stars, and then Johnnys cold face shes in front of my vision. He bends over Mikes hospital bed with the pillow, after bribing the nurses to look away, and holds it over Mikes mouth. My fingers tighten over the steering wheel so hard that I can hear the leather squeak. I cant let it go. I open the door and slide out, mming the door shut before taking the steps two at a time. Beatrice suddenly mes in my vision. Looking at me with wide blue eyes. Begging me to knock her up. I jam my keys inside the lock and burst into my apartment. My heart pounds when I see her seated at the kitchen table, waiting for me. I know what I fucking want, and its her. She gets up from the table, wearing another one of my shirts and nothing else, probably because she wants to lure me into fucking her without a condom because all of a sudden, she wants my baby. And theres something incredibly hot about that. Jack, what happened? Your shoulder! Fuck my shoulder. I stride into the kitchen, blood pounding so hard I can barely hear a thing. My hand wraps in her hair and I take her mouth. Her soft lips yield under mine and she slides her arms around my neck. The bottom of the t-shirt lifts, exposing a line of her creamy stomach. My dick hardens, throbbing with an intense urge for something warm and wet. Its just there, hidden under those thin cotton panties shes not supposed to wear. My fingers dig into her hair as she leans into me, her tits brushing against my chest, and then I pull back. Ill give you what you want. Really? Yeah. #3 Chapter 36 Her eyes bead with happy tears and she touches my face, her thumbs trailing the edge of my smile. But you cant leave me. I wont. No matter what happens between the MC and the mob, youre mine. Thank you. My cock jumps in my pants when her soft lips crush mine. Her eagerness makes my dick throb, but I pull back. Thank me after Ive filled you with my cum. Then I bend down and pick her up in my arms. My arm feels like its ripping in half, but I carry her to the bedroom and let her down on the mattress gently. Beatrice looks up at me with a shy smile, her golden hair syed over the ck t-shirt she wears. Ive never done this before and my dick is hard enough to pound nails. Theres something exciting about it. Shes desperate for my cum, and God knows I love giving it to her. I drop my cks and briefs, cold air hitting my dick as I tear my shirt from my body. Her shirt flies from her head, revealing her perfect tits. A switch inside my brain flips and suddenly Im on the bed, grabbing a fistful of her panties and tearing them from her legs. A stream of pre-cum slides down my cock, and before I can let myself go, I look into her anxious eyes. Im going to im your body the way I shouldve on our wedding night.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. Do it. Fuck me. She breathes it out as though its a thrill. I see it in her eyes and in the burn on her cheeks. Iunch forward. I cant fucking take it anymore. Need to be buried balls deep into that pussy that glistens for me. I watch the shock on her face as I spread her apart with my cock, feeling her warmth hugging me tightly for the first time. Feeling herpletely raw like this takes my breath away, and for a moment I stay sheathed inside her. Her legs wrap around me, and I pull back and thrust hard again, feeling her breath hitch. She reaches down my back, making my skin burn, and digs her nails into my bare ass. Beg for my cum. I lean back, pausing my thrusts to fondle her swollen tits. I bend over, sucking her into my mouth as she arches her back, crying. More. I want more, please. I tten myself over her, my elbows on each side of her head as she bites her lip and digs her nails into me. It feels different. Somehow that thin piece oftex separated something a lot bigger than just a patch of skin. Shes not just some girl I married to save my ass anymore. Shes my wife. Shes going to carry my kid. I wrap my arm around her back and the ache running along my cock grows, ever persistent. I ram my hips into her, loving the sound of her wet pussy smacking against my balls. A moan rips from her throat and excitement shoots up my chest. Ill fuck our baby into you, but you have toe first. Beatrices feverish eyes find mine. Keep going. Dont stop. I dont think I could ever stop. The pressure builds up behind the ache, and Beatrice edges it along with every yell she makes to urge me faster. Fuck me. Come inside me. Then finally she tightens her arms around my neck and falls apart, the tension loosening from her face as shees. I crush my body against hers and wrench her head toward me, tasting her minty breath as I moan in between kissing her. My hips dig in deep. I fuck her so goddamn hard the headboard smashes against the wall. Then I feel it rippling from me and I thrust so hard that she gasps. I yell into her lips but she keeps kissing me, and I feel my cock soaking her womb with my cum. An inexplicably mind-blowing feeling washes over me. My hips move of their own ord, pulsing into her as streams of cum continue to jet. Ive never fucked a woman bareback before. Its fucking awesome. I keep myself deep inside her, breathing hard as Beatrice runs her hands through my hair. She smiles at me. Its such a beautiful thing that I forget myself for a moment. Then she pulls me down closer and breathes thanks into my lips. A light, dizzy feeling fills my head as she kisses me hard, my muscles spasming. She massages the base of my neck and my chest tightens, heart hammering. God, I cant get enough of her. I slide a hand underneath her head and kiss her hard as my dick swells inside her. Why do I want this so badly? I search my feelings, but I cant begin to clear the fog clouding my brain. I just know that I want to keeping inside her and no one else. As many times as it takes until that stick changes color or whatever the fuck it is. She runs her fingers along my jaw and keeps staring at me as though Im her goddamn savior. I find I dont mind it so much. You happy? Yes. Her grin is so wide youd think I gave her ten orgasms. I want this. Ive wanted kids since I was a girl. I cant say I felt the same. Even now its hard to imagine, but what better way to give a middle fucking finger to the MC than to knock up one of their women? Good, because your pussy is going to milk my cock every day. I dig my hips into her and she gasps. Her freckles burn a deep red and I bend my head, kissing her cheeks. Youre not just a biker bitch. Were way past that shit. Im balls deep inside her, fully intending to knock her up and make her mine. She touches my face, the blue in her eyes seeming to spill from her irises. Then her pale eyshes blink and the tears cling to tiny strands. She gives me that look I recognize from some women-that starved, hopeless look that tugs at me. A finger touches my swollen shoulder. What happened to you? I shrug, and the movement sends pain stabbing through my muscles. Forget about it. You went back to the club, didnt you? Yeah, and I beat the shit out of some assholes. She makes a heavy sound but doesnt frown. I didnt ask you to do that. Since when do I do what you say? I give her hip a rough pinch. Youre my wife. They called you a cunt. Most guys get killed for that. I dont want anyone to die. I trail a finger up and down her neck. How do you grow up in the MC and not ept that things like this happen all the time? The ze disappears from her eyes and she sinks back into the sheets, looking so down that I feel like an asshole for rubbing it in her face. Im going to have a lot of fun with you the next couple weeks. #3 Chapter 37 Couple weeks? Yeah, Ive got some time off. Plenty of time to get you knocked up. Anywhere you want to go? Her eyes widen. What do you mean? Itd be nice to get the fuck out of here for a while. Ive never been out of Montreal. An electric smile lights up her face. What about Vegas? Whats in Vegas? I say with augh. Shows, gambling- -Hookers, strip clubs. I like where youre going with this. She gives me a soft punch. Stop being an ass. Rx. Well go. Iy a kiss on her shocked face. Ill have to tell friends of ours that Im in the area, but well go. Jack, we could note back-if you wanted. Take off to another country, never look back? Never find out who destroyed my life? I cant just leave. Leaving this ce would feel like leaving my brother behind, and everything that happened. I cant do that. She doesnt say a thing, just watches me with that anxious look that I hate. Im not giving up, Mike. Vegas is an epileptic nightmare. Giant billboards sh with eyeball-searing brightness, blotting out the night. Assholes in stupid character costumes dance in the sidewalks, trying to get pictures for cash. Stripper cards scatter over the sidewalks like confetti. I step over hundreds of cards with naked girls shing their tits to the camera, and I realize that thest time Ive fucked another girl was weeks ago. Weeks. I went from a douchebag sleeping my way across the city to trying to knock up my wife. What happened? Some jerk snaps his stack of cards at me, and I wave him off. Jesus Christ-do I look like a guy who pays for pussy? Its unbelievably hot, even at this time of night. The heat makes my eyes feel warm. It evaporates the sweat almost immediately, and Im wearing cks and a dress shirt because she wanted to dress up. Oh my God, thats amazing!This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Beatrice grasps my arm and forces me to stop, pointing out something that Ive seen dozens of times before-a Michael Jackson impersonator. Okay, fine. He looks pretty good. My heart thuds when she curls an arm around my waist and kisses my cheek. Thank you for bringing me here. She squeezes me again and moves from my side, getting lost in all the mour. I walk behind her, hands deep in my pockets, right underneath the shing pink and yellow mingos Casino. I watch her shake her cute ass in that dark-purple dress I bought her. Apparently it was a designer brand. I just liked the way her tits looked in the dress. Beatrices blonde hair flies as she turns around, giving me a sweet smile. It tugs at my chest and I smile back. Fine. Ill admit that I like her. Itsforting to have her with me. Even moreforting inside her, after Ive fucked myself into exhaustion. I dont drink as much anymore. Fuck. Weeks ago I couldnt get through a night without something, and ever since she came into my life, I havent really. You reced one vice with another. Two guys wearing polos take long looks at my wife after walking past her. She doesnt notice a goddamn thing. My perfect, innocent little wife. I grab her waist and force her to stop, and then I bury my hand in her hair and I make her kiss me, right in the middle of the sidewalk. People walk around us, but I just feel her. Taste her. Her cheeks are rosy when I finally break away from her soft lips. Jesus Christ, shes hot. I have a hard time tearing my eyes from the deep V-neck and those creamy tits on disy for me. Im going to fuck you in that little dress. I take her hand and drag her across the street, the heat baking my back as we make our way into our gilded hotel. She looks longingly at the crowd of slot machines in the lobby blinking blue lights. Entranced, she stares at it until I tug her into the elevator. The gleaming doors slide open, mirroring Beatrices happy face, and then I open the door to our suite. Its fucking huge. She presses her palms to the dark windows overlooking the strip. Her hair shes as she turns around, beaming. This is incredible! I smile at her and roll our suitcases into the bedroom, and then I walk in the bathroom. Light beams over polished white marble. I take a leak and when I get out, I almost slip on something. Its the dress she was wearing. Smiling to myself, I pick it up and nce down the hall, spotting another piece of crumpled fabric on the floor. My wife is desperate for cock. I walk to it, picking up her bra. It still smells like her. God, I can just picture her waiting somewhere for me. A ck thong sits on the kitchen counter. I take it, feeling her warmth lingering on the fabric. Shit, where is she? How many goddamn rooms does this ce have? I follow the articles of clothing, which lead to a ss door to the outdoors. The warm air hits me immediately as I slide it open. The terrace is huge, and theres a flickering orange light. It makes the shadows tremble. I round some hedges and see a fire pit, the orange mes licking over fake logs. Surrounding the fire pit is outdoor furniture, including a red couch. A naked woman lies on the couch, her tits like round globes on her chest. Her cascade of blonde hair shifts across her face as she moves her head. Blood pounds so thickly in my veins that I cant hear anything but a roar. My cock stands to attention as I walk closer to that perfect vision of her, bare underneath the sky. Its fucking hot out, especially with that fire, but I cant see her without its light. I tug at my shirt cor, unbuttoning it slowly as she stares up at me. Then I cant take looking at her anymore. I have to run my hands all over my woman. All this to get me to fuck you? I spread my hand over her smooth belly. #3 Chapter 38 Jesus, just look at her legs. She folds them neatly to the side so that I cant see her pussy, just a tantalizing V. Beatrice smiles with a shy, Who, me? expression. She knows exactly what shes doing. I kneel down and curve my hand around her tits, squeezing. She lets out a small noise, and then I suck her hard nipple. I flick my tongue across it as she inhales a sharp gasp, and then my teeth graze her. You want a baby so fucking bad, dont you? Yeah. You want a baby like other people want puppies. Your body just wants to fuck, sweetheart. Im all right with that. Dont mock me. I ignore her, continuing on. You want a screaming little bastard to wake you up every couple hours for months on end? She sits up. Yes. I agreed to get her pregnant out of lust. My dick loves the idea, but my brain? The part of me that still loves freedom? I keep thinking of her getting big with my seed inside her, and my cock wont shut the fuck up. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. What the hell am I getting out of this? You get a child. A child. I picture it in my head-a small blonde boy careening into my knees and wrapping chubby arms around my legs, saying Daddy! Theres a twinge in my chest. I want a baby with you, no one else. The mes flicker in her eyes. She leans forward and touches my cock. Its embarrassing how quickly it grows in her hands. Goddamn her. I know you just want my cum and youll do anything to get it. And Im willing to let you. She ignores me and sits up, undoing my button and unzipping my cks as she cups my balls. My cks fall down my legs and she leans forward, kissing my thickening cock. It makes it twitch and blood rushes to my head. Is that such a bad thing? Frankly I dont give a shit if shes nuts for a baby. Shes literally begging me to fuck her. I cant say no. Beatrice drags my briefs down over my ass, until my dick springs free. She fists it and I sigh at the contact as I feel the heat from the fire on the backs of my legs. Her pink mouth inches forward, and I move my hips so that my cock slides against her lips. The warmth of her mouth swallows me and I watch as she sits neatly on her legs. Her tits bounce slightly as she jerks her arm and slides her tongue all over me. I grab the back of her head, already feeling the ache build up like fire. Irritating. Burning. She sucks my cock like a popsicle, slurping noisily. She moans as though she really enjoys it, and she does. I can see the bright sheen of juice on her pussy. I dig my hands into her hair and sigh when my cock slides all the way inside her throat. Her nose brushes my skin. Careful, or youre going to get it in your mouth instead. My cock throbs with the need to bury it somewhere where itll do some good. Right in that pussy begging for me. I pop out of her mouth and the cool air hits my wet dick. She stands up and grabs my tie, and Im just barely holding myself back from grabbing her fucking hair and throwing her over the couch. She pulls my tie and her lips brush against my ear. I want you. Not just for this. She grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. Because youre strong. You dont take shit from anybody. Jesus Christ, I cant think when shes stroking my cock, and then suddenly warmth zes under my skin. I still see the biker girl I was forced to marry. Theres still poison in my gut. And I want to fuck her until shes no longer recognizable. I want my kid growing inside her. Make me marry your biker bitch? Fine, but Im not giving her back. I take a fistful of her hair and lead her over the arm over the couch. I push her porcin body until her ass is positioned perfectly, and then I rip a hand across her cheek. She spreads her legs apart and I slide my thick cock along her pussy, feeling her shiver. It makes my blood rush to my groin. Its so easy to just slip my cock into her pussy and feel the head slowly part her open for me, but I dont. Dont be a jackass. Just fuck me! I swallow myughter. Youre right that I dont take shit from anybody. That includes you, sweetheart. I lean over and press my lips to her swollen cheek, and then I bite down hard. She squeals in pain, and I pull back, seeing the bite mark on her ass. Perfect. Im sorry! Good girl. And the side of her face that I can see copses with relief. It makes meugh. What a submissive little girl. Then I slide my cock back to her clenching pussy. I push slowly. Her body shudders with a sigh as I enter her with just one inch. She tries to buck against me, but I tten my palm against her back. Please-dont tease me. Youll take my cock and shut up, or youll get nothing. I grin at her back. Basically its an empty threat, but she ms up anyway. I shove another inch inside and then I withdrawpletely. Its fucking painful for me. She bites her lip viciously. I changed my mind. I want to hear you beg. Please, Jack! she gasps. I dont know why you do this. I do everything you tell me to do.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Everything and more. I love seeing you like this. You have no idea how hot it is to have some slut on all fours, begging for your cum. She stands up and turns around in my arms. I grab her wrists. Shes flushed with redness, even the skin above her tits. I want you, goddamn it! Stop teasing and fuck me! She hits my chest, and its not hard enough to hurt me. Her voice echoes in the terrace. I respond by curling my hand in her hair and yanking her back into ce. I throw her over the arm again and fist my cock, aiming it right at her pussy. Then I shove hard. She lets out a yell. She squeezes around me and I pull back and hammer her again, giving her no time to adjust. This is what you want? #3 Chapter 39 Yes, please! Harder! Ill fuck you harder, bitch. I grab her hips and thrust with all my strength. She bounces against me and I yank back, that amazing thrill shooting into my dick more, the deeper I bury myself. I love seeing her ass bounce on my cock, and the way her tits sway back and forth with the violence of my thrusts. Her throat tears into the night so that I think all of Vegas can probably hear us fucking. I reach for her hair spilling all over her back and I grab those silky strands, pulling her hard enough to make her legs shake. Then I look down and see my cock, slick with her pussy juice, pummeling her. I hold her hips and jar her body, keeping myself balls deep. It rips from me. Cum sts from my dick and she grinds her hips against me, taking it all. Fuck. Holy fuck it feels so good. I pulse a few more times, feeling my dick shooting inside her. My legs shake as exhaustion settles in. I pull out, and she puts her hand inside her pussy. That greedy girl wants to keep all of my cum inside her. I lie down, settling in behind her as I curl my hand around her stomach. I nuzzle her neck and give her a kiss as pleasure numbs every thought. Beatrice turns her head and I catch her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside her sweet mouth. She sighs into me and I pull back from her, every surface of my body tingling. Then she pulls back, looking at me. Why did you say yes? I cant bring my brother back, but maybe I can make a family with you. Her eyes slowly well up and a horrible feeling clenches my stomach. What did I say? Im sorry about your brother, she chokes out. I hate what they did to you. I hate the violence between our families. I want it to stop. Tears slip down her face as she silently cries. I dont have the heart to tell her that it wont ever stop. BEATRICE Heat lines ripple over the concrete like waves of water. The strip of sunlight across my shoulder slowly burns my skin, and I shift myself so that Im covered by the umbre. Even in the extreme heat, Jack looks cool. He wears a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and cks. His hair looks static in the nonexistent breeze. A tray of breakfast separates us. Jack reaches across the table and holds out his hand. I slip mine into his and he gives me a wink that makes me feel giddy, as though Ive had a big sip of wine. Every time he looks at me and smiles, I cant help but feel like a girl with a stupid crush. A soft jangling sound shatters the peaceful morning, and Jack slips his hand into his cks to retrieve his cell phone. He frowns at the screen. Yeah? Hey, Sal. He pauses for a moment. Yeah, its nice. One second. He moves the phone from his face and addresses me. I have to take this. My mood sours as Jack rises from the table and walks away from the table and down the edge of the pool. I think about that night we talked about the violence in our families. If I get pregnant, Ill be one of them. But Jacks brother died at the hands of the mob. His own people. Are we really safe? The sun disappears and a cloud rolls over my body, chilling me instantly. Suddenly I long for home. Those four concrete walls were confining, but I never felt scared behind them. A hand curls over my shoulder and I jump in my seat. Rx. Jack pulls up his chair and sits beside me. Theres some things I have to take care of. What? Why? He lifts up his shoulder in a shrug, looking irritated. John just wants me to check in with some people here. I grab his arm. Doesnt he know youre still injured? His eyes narrow. Im sure he doesnt give a shit. His tone softens when he sees the anxiety on my face. Its not going to be like that. Dont worry. Cant you see that he keeps sending you ces that get you hurt? My voice drops and I feel my cheeks flush. Heughs. Sweetheart, if he wanted to kill me hed just fucking do it. I dig my nails into his arm. Not if he knew the rest of the guys wouldnt approve. Like your brother. Jacks face darkens and he pulls his arm out from under mine. Beatrice, you need to rx. Ill be back in a few hours. He stands up and kisses my head, giving me a small smile before he walks away. Sighing, I sit back into my chair and pick a few more strawberries from the pile on my te, watching the rippling blue waves of the pool. I decide to walk down the strip on my own to kill time before Jack gets back. The sun beats down on my neck as I walk across the huge traverses, passing by Caesars Pce. I wander in some of the shops, and I stop in my tracks when I see a tattoo parlor. An idea makes my heart flutter. Yes. Its fucking crazy.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Hell love it. I open the ss door to the tattoo parlor, and a redheaded girl with colorful koi fish tattoos spiraling her arms looks up at me with a smile. Hi, Id like a tattoo. Great! What were you looking to do? Something small. Just text. Do you have any avability? Yeah,e in. I walk behind the counter, my heart beating faster as I prepare myself to tell her what I want. Just a line of text, really. She grins wickedly. Im assuming Jack is your husband? Yes. Are you sure you want to do this? Yes. #3 Chapter 40 Its not that crazy. Women in the MC do it all the time for their husbands, but it sure as hell isnt a requirement. My insides boil with excitement. Its reckless andpletely unlike me, but I know Ill never be with anyone else. Maybe this is my way of telling him that. I lie on the bench after rolling down my panties and jeans. The needle slices into the skin in my back, right above where he loves to spank me. I grit my teeth against the pain. Suck it up. Girls in the MC do this all the damn time. It only takes about an hour, and then she makes me stand up and gives me a mirror. The elegant script wraps around my hip, dancing right over my cheek. Hes going to love it. Thank you so much. No problem! She wraps it up and I walk to the front to pay, my skin smarting a little. Have a good time tonight! she calls after me when I leave the store. Thanks, I will! I dig my phone from my purse and see a few text messages. Were going out gambling as soon as we get back, and he wants me to dress up. A slow smile spreads across my face. * * * The tattoo fucking burns. The pain smarts as I lie on the couch, and I fight the urge to get up and look at the sprawling ck ink in the bathroom mirror again. Fuck, it looks awesome. Its a pretty fucking crazy move to tattoo anyones name to your body, isnt it? Thats mainstream opinion, but I grew up in the MC, expecting to be someones olddy one day. I watched dozens of women get branded with their husbands name and waited for the day where the same would happen to me. Jack might not understand it, but this is my way of fusing our cultures together. A jolt of excitement runs through my body as I hear him fiddling with the door, and I sit bolt upright, tugging my skirt over my knees. Beatrice? he says, his voice echoing in the huge suite. Are you ready? I stand up as his footsteps echo in the living room, his powerful voice sending a shiver down my spine. Then I see him, silhouetted in the doorway. Im here. He turns his head and sees me standing there. Well,e on. We have a VIP game to get to. I walk closer to him, studying the way his suit wraps around his body like silk. The dark-blue fabric makes his skin shine, and I think about those powerful muscles-his thick thighs hiding underneath. Damn, he looks hot in a suit. My hands reach out, touching his chest. I slide between his jacket and feel the broad muscles, and then I move up to y with his neck. Jack shuts his eyes, sucking in breath. He looks so made up and handsome that I have to taste him. The closer I am, the more powerless I feel, until my mouth falls on his. He kisses me before biting me softly. Baby- I just want to show you something first. An uncertain smile staggers across his face. Okay. Then I pull the hem of the skirt down until I feel it drag over the raw flesh. What the hell are you doing? I got a tattoo. He lifts the back of my shirt and lets out a chokedugh. Holy fuck. What does it say-Property of Jack? He rips my skirt down and his hand curves around my ass. So your ass belongs to me? I cant help but smile at that. Yeah, along with the rest of me. He squeezes me. Jesus. You like it, then? Possessive hands dig into my hips and he gives my ass a sharp p. You knew damn well I would. I feel the evidence pressing against my leg. I keep picturing nailing you from behind while this is staring me in the face. Fuck, Beatrice. I love the grittiness in his voice when he hauls me upright, his hand still on my ass. The way his eyes gleam sends a thrill into my core, and then he kisses me. His tongue shoves down my throat, and I cling to him. A frustrated growl rocks through my clit. I cant fuck you right now, so Ill fuck you during the game. Wait, what? I told you not to tease me. Jack, how are you going to-ah! He rips my underwear with one quick jerk. He actually tears them from my thighs and stuffs them in his jacket pocket. Im going to fuck you in front of all those men, and they wont even know it. What? I try not tough at the maniacal grin on Jacks face and I pull my skirt back up.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Lets go. #3 Chapter 41 He slides an arm around my waist, muttering something under his breath with a throaty growl. You little bitch, he says in a husky voice, bending down to nip my ear. Im going to make you pay. Whatever. Ive no idea what the hell hes talking about. Jacks sexual tastes are pretty wild, but I doubt hed actually fuck me in front of a room filled with people. We leave the suite and take the elevator down. As soon as the doors close, his mouth is on the top of my breasts, sucking hard. Jack! My back hits the wall as he pins me there, sucking so hard that he leaves a bright, wet mark behind. He appreciates it for a moment and swipes his thumb across it. The feeling of his tongue on my tits lingers there, pounding between my legs as he watches me with a dark smile. Thats just the beginning. The elevator doors open and I catch a glimpse of myself, flustered and red, that mark burning on my chest. Damn it. I follow him outside, lust raging through my limbs as he takes me through the maze of the casino. Its a high-stakes game. Texas Holdem. Jack turns, a wicked grin on his face. Shouldnt be more than a couple hours. What the hell is he talking about? Im distracted by the noise in the casino. God, its loud. The constant roar sts my ears and everywhere theres something to look at-a bright screen, numbers shing. My heart gallops as he takes me through a set of doors leading to a small, stuffy room with a single poker table. Five men already seated at the table look up and smile at Jack, who steps away from me slightly. This is my wife, Beatrice. Im Jack. I lean over therge table, shaking hands with an old man whose papery skin pulls into a smile. They introduce themselves and I forget their names almost instantly. Did he say he was going to fuck me during the game? Not possible. No way. But a tinge of lingering doubt makes the smile on my face strained. He sits down and looks up at me, patting hisp. Seriously? Cmon. Dont be shy. He grabs my wrist and drags me, slipping his arms around my waist. He yanks me backward and I fall over his legs, my face burning as he tugs me against his chest. My pulse thunders in my ears as he adjusts himself. Then his lips singe the flesh on my neck. He kisses me, gentle and sweet. Or it would be if it werent for his hand curving around my upper thigh. Is he fucking serious? Were seated at the poker table in close quarters with everyone else. Henry, the investment banker who sits next to us, focuses his gaze on the cards flipping in the dealers hand. Slowly I slide my hand over his and then I dig my nails into his flesh. In response he moves his hand up my skirt and pinches the sensitive flesh around my upper thigh. I turn my head ever so slightly and hiss through my teeth. What the hell are you doing? If you dont sit still and take it like a good girl, youll take it like a bad girl upstairs. Then he nts another hot kiss on my cheek, and the hand clutches my thigh greedily. It feels good. Too fucking good. He knows exactly how to get a response from me, and his hand keeps inching up my thigh. Take it like a bad girl upstairs.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. What would that be like? I think back to the first time he bent me over his knee. I remember the swift burn and the way I trembled, anticipating the blow. Then pleasure when he smoothed his hand over my skin. It almost makes me want to defy him, just so that I can experience that raw, passionate energy. Sometimes it feels good to be taken roughly and fucked hard, and the tattoo I got for him seems to have put Jack in a mood. He cant stop fondling me under the table, and if we werent at a table full of other men Id like to rx in his arms and let him have his way with me. Gentlemen, its ten thousand to sit down. Jesus. Jacks hand pauses momentarily as he leans forward and grabs a couple chips from the pile in front of him. I notice that theyre thousand-dor chips and hold my breath as the dealer reveals the first couple cards. A nine and a two. Jacks cards are shit. He folds. A finger gently slides up my thigh. I freeze, and then someone coughs loudly and I jump a little. I feel him exchange something from his other hand, and then a small and hard piece of stic presses up against my clit. What the fuck? His thumb massages the round stic thing in a circle over my clit as his other fingers slide down, trailing a ze of fire. Is he trying to get me off with a fucking chip? My legs seize as his middle finger slips down a deliciously wet, sensitive area of my pussy. I turn my head to re at him, but his face is impassive, totally focused on the game. He slides up and down my pussy as his thumb presses down hard, ramping up the pleasure-the need for something thick to fill me up. My nipples harden into points. He keeps teasing me with the finger, dipping it in and sliding against my clit. Heat builds up right underneath his fingers and my chest feel ufortably warm. I wonder what I must look like now. I catch the man across the table looking at me, and I freeze. And heres the river. The dealer flips thest card and two men show their hands. The orthopedic surgeon smiles as he reaches forward, gathering the chips. The loser sinks back into his chair with a small curse. I squeeze my legs together as his finger slides between my slick walls. An electrical current suddenly hits my clit, singeing up my spine to burrow in my heart. I open my mouth and utter a small gasp. Shit. Their heads turn toward me as Jack moves slightly and gives me another kiss in a show of affection that doesnt quite match the embarrassment of being fingered under a fucking table in front of everyone. Luckily they take my gasp for excitement over the game. The man next to us turns his head as Jack slowly pumps his finger in and out. I feel every edge of him entering me. Heat rises up my neck and I clench my thighs together, but I remember his warning. Take it like a good girl. I rx my legs. So are you guys on vacation? the man next to us asks conversationally. #3 Chapter 42 His finger anchors hard inside me and I feel my juices slipping around him. Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to keep myself together? Actually, were on our honeymoon. His voice rumbles through my back as he keeps fucking me, rubbing hard with that thousand-dor chip. I can barely think of anything but how good it fucking feels. Jesus Christ, I cant believe hes getting me this hot with a goddamn poker chip. I want more-I want him. Finally I hold his arm, stilling his movements under the table. Oh, congrattions! Thanks. I manage a weak smile. Not a lot of guys bring their wives to these big games. The dealer looks up from the cards at me. I put everything on my business card, the orthopedic surgeon chimes in. They look at us curiously, but I dont really fucking care at this point. His thumb vigorously rubs the chip over my nub, and Im trying to keep my mouth shut. Im also trying not to turn around and grab his fucking tie to scream at him to stop fingering me. But I dont want him to stop. I want it faster. Sounds like your wives carry your balls in their purses. The table erupts withughter, and I seize up as another finger sinks into my wet pussy. Holy fuck. I just cant. Every sensation hits me hard. Even Jacks softughter blowing over my neck. I think of sex. I think of him sinking his teeth into me as he ruts me deep. His tongue making hot circles around my nipple. Sucking. Biting. Ass. At least my wife knows whos boss. Right, sweetheart? He takes my chin in his hands and my cheeks me as his fingers pump inside me, his eyes full ofughter. Son of a bitch. I have a mind to grab his cock in front of all the men, but instead I take his tie and yank his head to me. The guys hoot and cheer as I seal my lips against his. Electricity sparks over my skin as he kisses me back and then I slide my tongue inside his mouth. I dont care how tacky this looks. Payback. He pulls back, his face a little red as he bares his teeth in a grimace and ruthlessly shoves his fingers inside me. Jesus. Take that to the hotel room! The room erupts with a smattering of nervousughter, and some of the guys stare at Jack with open jealousy. Jack ys a few more games and I get more and more flustered. Fuck, Im sitting on his goddamnp and I can feel his dick riding against my ass. He curves his fingers inside me as I grip his arm and slide my fingers over his rocking hand. I trace his knuckles and feel myself clench over him. His thumb moves aggressively, and I bite my lip hard. Im going to fuckinge. Im going to- My body shifts as he leans forward and slides all of his chips toward the center. My body shudders as another finger joins, spreading me open. Im all in. The men at the table miss the hint ofughter in his voice, but the irony doesnt escape me, not when Im seconds away froming. A shudder runs up my leg. No, not now-please! I cant even hiss an insult because the room is too quiet. Cards fly from the dealers hand and Jack takes a sip of his whiskey. Then he twists his hand, pinching my clit with the poker chip as he curves upward. My breath hitches and I bite down my lip. I clench over his fingers and he continues to thrust mercilessly, and I cant help myself. I cant fight the tide of pleasure. A moan shudders from my lips. It breaks the tension in the room like the crack of a bowling ball on wood. They look at me with raised eyebrows and mild shock, until Jack withdraws his hand from my skirt, wiping himself on my thighs. Its a lot of money, I manage to choke out. Jack seizes the excuse, chuckling slightly. I told you not to worry about it. The waves of pleasure cascade over me, weakening my muscles so that I can barely hold myself upright. He slides an arm around my waist and the men return to their game as I try to breathe slow, deep breaths. Ah, shit. I dont even notice that the dealer flipped thest card and that the game is over. The orthopedic surgeon leans across the table andughs as he rakes in the chips, and Jack makes an elegant shrug. His legs move and we stand up from the table. I guess thats it. I gape at the pile of chips he lost. Theres probably thirty grand in there, but it rolls off his shoulders like its nothing. I feel his heat simmering behind me like a wall of fire, and his hand clenches over my upper arm. Nice game. Yeah, thanks. Jack pushes against my side and nearly yanks me from the room. Were thrust into the chaos of the casino as my heart jackknifes in my chest. He pulls me close and I hit the center of his chest as he gives me a smoldering look. Theres more where that came from, babe. Jack, youre insane. His face lights up with wildughter as he runs his hands down my body, right over the swell of my ass. I need to im my property-now. My core tightens. Lets go back. I said I wanted you now. What? Jack, were in a casino. The first time we fucked, it was in a VIP room. He presses his lips against my ear, and my body heats up instantly. Yeah, but there are cameras all over the ce. He searches the floor, his hunger almost manic. Then he points to a darkened balcony overlooking the casino. Its a restaurant with a big sign indicating that its under renovations. Im going to fuck you right on that balcony. The moment he says the word, fuck, a tingling sensation spreads over my skin and I know I wont be able to deny him. Ive never been able to.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. He drags me up the stairs, past the curtained-off rope, and into the darkened, open area. The seats are shoved to the walls and a brass railing gleams over the casino. Were not that high up. A loud noise could attract their attention and theyd just have to look up. #3 Chapter 43 My back hits his chest as he spreads his palm over my stomach and yanks me. Now I want you to grab ahold of that railing. Dont let go no matter what. Trembling with excitement, I bend over and grasp the railing as his hands move up my thighs. Cool air hits my skin as he folds the skirt over my back. He grabs the raw flesh where I got inked and thumbs his name. I choke out a yell as a stinging blownds on my ass. He fingers gouge my flesh, taking a handful of me as he lets out a throaty growl. You knew when I saw the tattoo Id go fucking crazy. With his other hand he rips my shirt down, the straps falling from my arms as he exposes my tits to the entire casino. He pulls the fabric so that it rests underneath and makes them bulge. Then he ps my inner thigh and I spread my legs, wondering how the fuck he convinced me to do this. Its really only fifteen or twenty feet from the group. Close enough to see the gleam of the dealers earrings. Jack, theyre going to hear us! Then you better keep quiet.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. SLAP! Another swift blownds on my ass, stinging the raw tattoo. I bite my lip as the burn spreads to my other cheek. My arms tremble as he spanks me, the sound cracking through the air. Its so loud that I think I see a few of the guests turning around for the source of the sound, and then his hand rips across my tattoo and a painful moan shakes from my mouth. His hardness digs into my ass as he leans into me, wrapping his arms around my legs greedily. A line of pleasure runs down my spine to the hot glow in my pussy. You feel how goddamn hard I am? Yeah. I want to feel that thickness-want to wrap my fingers around him and own that part of him, but I know my orders. Dont let go no matter what. My nipples harden into studs as his body slides up behind me. He moves his leg between mine and his muscles flex, pushing them farther apart. Blood churns under the very surface of my skin. Impletely exposed, tits hanging out of my shirt for everyone to see. His pants drop and then I feel the heat of his cock t against my ass. I dont think Ive ever been this turned-on in my life. Seeing my name right there-Jesus Christ, I cant- His growl reverberates through my body as he grabs a handful of me and squeezes. Jack, please. Lets get this over with. Get this over with? he explodes. Excuse me? Oh shit. You think Im just here to get my dick wet, dont you? No- Im more than just a load in your cunt. Im your fucking husband. The brand with his name explodes with pain again, and I cry out. I swear to God, I see some of the heads lifts below us. I-I know that. Please- Then shut up and dont rush me. Ill take my sweet time iming you. Its my right. I start to protest, and then he slips his thick cock in between my aching lips. It slides forward and his throbbing head pokes out between my legs. Jesus Christ. Below us a throng of people scream with excitement at the craps table and the noise sends a thrill through me. He reaches around my hips and grabs himself, making sure he rides my pussy hard. Hot air blows over my neck, and then his teeth sink into my flesh briefly. Just for that Im going to take it slow. Im going to make you scream for my cum. Laughter shakes out of me. Theres no way Im screaming for anything when the casino is this quiet. Then he pulls back his cock and massages his hand over my mound, dipping a finger inside my wetness. The shock runs through me as Jacks heavy breathing billows over my ear. He spreads me open with two fingers and my walls contract hard. The juice slides around his hand as he fucks me even though his cock is right there. Its right there! Please, Jack. His chuckles cascade over my ears. Thats not nearly enough, sweetheart. You know what I want. He wants the casino to echo with my screams. He wants security dashing up the staircase. He wants to feel like I cant live without him. I know I cant. God. His fingers crash against a bed of nerves that shoot straight to my heart, making it fly. Again. And again. Im going toe. He slides out of me immediately, his tongue drawing a circle on my neck. Good girl. Both hands seize my tits, groping me in front of the entire casino as hisughter muffles in my hair. You know youre not supposed toe without my permission. My pussy tingles as he grabs my nipple and digs his fingernail into me. Tell me youre fucking mine. Im yours, Jack. Ive never been more aware of that than at this moment, half-naked, getting fingered above a casino. My gasp hits the air as he ps my tit. Not good enough. He keeps sliding his dick along my clit, and its like liquid heat rubbing against me, scratching an itch. I need the whole fucking length of him, throbbing inside me, like I need air. Give me your fucking cum! He bursts withughter as my voice rings out clearly. Theres no mistaking it. Several patrons turn their heads at the sound as Jack shakes behind me. Im about to scream again, but he moves his cock ever so slightly. It rests right at my opening. His cock nudges me with an involuntary twitch and I let out a moan. Then he spears into me, his thick cock filling mepletely. He jerks my hips back and my moan rips through the air. His hand curls around my hair and pulls my head back, and then he brings his fingers to my face, still wet with my juice. I open my mouth as he slides them between my lips, and then Im free to make all the noise I want against his palm. You little slut. You live for my cum, dont you? His voice sounds strange, almost strangled. I scream into his hand, the sound muffled as quick thrusts make me buckle against the railing. #3 Chapter 44 Tell me how much you want it. The wonderful fullness disappears for a moment and my core clenches madly, missing him. I beg for more in his hand, and his pressure returns. He spreads me open, cock buried to the hilt. He pulses inside me, filling that deep ache. You feel that? Thats me owning your pussy. I push back against him. I want to fucking grind his cock, but he backs away from me. No, no, no, he chimes. Another vicious p burns my tattoo and he holds my hip with his other hand, giving me a few, quick, hard fucks. Ive never been fucked so hard in my life. I can barely brace myself against the railing, and then he pulls out. I cry out as he slips his hand from my mouth and buries it in my hair. His lips crush mine suddenly and a rush of emotion hits me. I want him. I love him-he pulls back, seething. You want a baby? Yes. You need to swallow first. Theres more where that came from. Jesus Christ. I buckle to my knees as he pushes me down, still fisting my hair. His cock, slick with my pussy, bounces in my face. I grab him and swallow his head. Hes so wide that my jaw hurts. Jack sucks in his breath when I force myself to take him all the way. His dick jumps inside my mouth, adding kerosene to the fire burning between my legs. My tongue sticks out, touching the very base of his cock. Fuck. I pull back, feeling his heartbeat pound through my lips as my tongue swirls around his head. The fist at the back of my head yanks me forward. I choke on his thickness as he ruts my mouth, the sounds of his groans pounding through me like the dick fucking my mouth. Then he tears at the roots of my hair, digging his fingers into my scalp.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Then his cock twitches in my mouth and salty liquid explodes at the back of my mouth. He holds my face there, my nose crushed against his abdomen. Oh shit. I swallow his cum down my throat, feeling more spurts coat my mouth as he pumps inside me, and then he pulls out, still hard. How the fuck is he still hard? His hands sp my arms and pull me upright so roughly that I fall against his chest. Then suddenly my arms fly to the railing again and he ces a hand on my back, forcing me to bend. A pressure builds right behind my pulsing ache, and then he sinks right inside me like butter. Jack grabs both my hips and yanks me back using his hips like a fucking battering ram. His cock digs into me like a piston. Holy fuck. Ive never been fucked like this before. I cry out, but the breath is knocked out of me through the force of his thrusts. My arms buckle and copse as he digs against me and pulls back. The agony and ecstasy reach a crescendo and I bite my arm. The wet sound of his hips pping against me, his hands on my hips, his cock digging inside me-its too fucking much. My throat tears with a scream as Jack makes a loud groan, holding me close as hees for a second time. I clench over him as my body shakes from all the energy released. His cock pulses, swelling, and then I feel the jet of cum coating my pussy. I envision it seeping into my womb and striking a single egg. I glow at the thought of getting pregnant-and then finally getting to hold our baby in my arms. I want it with him. Only him. He wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me upright, his dick still throbbing inside me. His lips find the spot right behind my ear and he whispers my name in a sigh that makes my skin flush with pleasure. A pair of footsteps hurriedly making their way up the staircase startles us both. Fuck. He yanks down my blouse and skirt, and then he shoves his feet through his cks, pulling them over his waist. I tten my hair and clench my thighs together, feeling the slow trickle inside me. Two men in security uniforms reach the staircase. Sir, this is a restricted area. One of them eyes our disheveled appearances and a frown deepens his sour face. Were going to have to ask you to leave the casino. Oh Jesus Christ. I just dropped thirty grand in your casino. The guard stands in front of Jack, nostrils ring. Inappropriate behavior will not be tolerated- Jack stops him with a smirk as he slides his belt back on. Then he reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a couple hundred-dor bills, tucking them in their shirt pockets. I grab my purse and join Jack, stepping around the dumbfounded security guards as he loops his arm around my waist. He twists his head around and gives them a wink as we head downstairs. Theres a crowd of people standing at the bottom of the staircase. A group of men erupt into cheers and p Jacks back as he descends the stairs. Nice, man! We enjoyed the show! I dont think my face could get any hotter than it is now. They actually saw us fucking. Oh my God. Jack couldnt care less about the attention. He gives them a sarcastic wave and wheels me through the doors, where the cheers andughter are finally drowned out. Im so embarrassed, I could fucking die. Jack lets out a bark ofughter. Babe, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. He links his hand through mine and gives me a quick kiss on my cheek. Its very fast, but his eyes linger, full of warmth. A sad smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Mike loved this ce. Wed go together all the time. Darkness clouds his face as my heart clenches painfully. The secret burns inside me like caustic acid. I want to tell him. I do, but then I think of my parents. Jacks wrath would rage through the MC, burning everyone alive in its path. Jacks brow furrows as he walks down the street in silence, his fingers burning through my blouse. The guilt builds. It banks into a fucking forest fire, consuming every spare thought. Im so sick of myself that I can barely stand to look in the mirror. Weeks of waiting for him toe home and feeling my heart jump when he pulls me in for a kiss. Endless nights of being shattered in bed, clinging to his back, and forgetting my own name. Weeks of waiting for that goddamn stick to turn into two pink lines. So that I can finally tell him, and not feel like my guts are rotting inside out. The door crashes open. Its past midnight-I can never sleep while hes out. A painful groan hits the air as Jack stumbles into the foyer, supported by one of Johnnys soldiers. Oh my God. His arm is in some sort of sling, but his feet drag behind him. The soldier, Ben, helps him to the couch. Jesus. What happened? Their chorus of, Nothing, hits my ears, but Im in no fucking mood to ept that. Not again. What happened? He just got in a bit of trouble at a job. Again? I cant fucking believe this. Thanks, Ben. Jack glowers as he sinks into the couch cushions. What the fuck happened? #3 Chapter 45 He winces at the shrill sound of my voice, and Ben scurries out of sight. The front door shuts quietly and Jack snaps at me. You know I cant talk about my work. Its like an explosion. Are you fucking serious? Is this how our conversations are going to go for the rest of our lives? I expect a fucking answer when youe home looking like this. My emotions feel out of control, like a simmering pot of oil. It takes very little to set me offtely, and I dont know whether its the stress of trying for a baby, his constant injuries, or the fact that Im carrying something awful inside me. His eyes widen at me, but my temper res again. Johnny keeps sending you out on these dangerous jobs. I cant stand it! Suddenly his hand shoots out and he grabs my wrist, yanking me so that my face is inches from his. Youre way out of line, Beatrice. I cant fucking talk about it. Thats for your sake as well as mine. Doesnt he understand that seeing him like this hurts me? I cant stand seeing him injured. My eyes rapidly burn and flood over. Its Johnnys fault-I know it is. He hates Jack, and this is his way of punishing him. He sighs, adopting a softer tone. Stop crying, Beatrice. Im fine. I try to hold it in for his sake. A wave of self-loathing consumes me and I copse into his chest, pressing my head against his wildly thumping heart. He touches his lips to my head and rubs my shoulder. It feels good, but my nerves are still jangling out of control. I couldnt drive home because of the painkillers they gave me. Thats all. I rip myself from him, agony twisting my guts when he gives me a wounded look. What the hell is the matter with youtely?Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Everything. I wasnt out on business. This was personal. A swooping sensation gives me a sudden sick feeling. Your brother? He gives me a sharp look. Yes. And? He aims a violent kick at the coffee table leg. And nothing! Ive got fucking nothing! For a moment fear freezes my chest. Then he crumples with despair, holding his face in his hands. I suddenly wish I were the one being beaten up. I run my hands through his hair, trying not to drown in the well of guilt. JACK My arm throbs like a son of a bitch, but I close my eyes and let the pain roll off my shoulders. Last night was a fucking nightmare. Next to me, Sal wipes his head with his hand, a bead of perspiration on his upper lip. Im sorry, Jack. You warned me. I sprained my shoulder lifting up one of those fat fucks who tried to rob me. Even after Ben and I took care of their bodies, I still had to empty a few chambers into that fat fucking asshole to vent my rage. It was a bad idea to go alone. Yeah, well, Johns made it clear that he doesnt really give a flying fuck about finding out what happened. Sal was the one who fed me the information. Some guys from the Popeyes MC imed they heard about a made guy ordering a hit on someone in the family. He told me it was probably bullshit, but I couldnt stop myself from meeting them. And almost getting robbed by them. Another dead end. I grab the stiff drink poured in front of me, and I toss it down my throat. Hows the marriage going? I shrug, somehow irritated by the question. Not bad, actually. Really? You and the biker girl? The look of incredulity on Sals face bothers me. Shes a good wife. I make myself grin. Turns out biker wives heel quite nicely. Are you fucking this broad? Well, what else am I supposed to do with her? Tabarnak. I dont think the MC will like that. The MC can suck my dick. There are too many guys sitting close to me to tell Sal the truth. Shes not just a club daughter Im banging. Sure, I wanted to fuck her the moment I met her, but its much more than that. I live for watching those blue eyes light up when Ie home, and the circle of her embrace. Now shes a person who I enjoy being around. Fuck, she makes me happy. Why is that so hard to admit? Speaking of your wife. Sal points across the room to Johnnys table. A thin blonde woman sits across from my boss, her hands folded neatly in herp. What the fuck is she doing here? Why is she talking to my boss? I set down my drink and immediately slide off the stool, making a beeline for my wife. My mood, always testy these days, is like a trail of fire leading to a barrel of gasoline. I can feel it racing forward. The look on Johnnys face momentarily paralyzes me as I get close. He seems subdued. What the hell did she say to him? Beatrice jumps as I walk to her chair, sweeping my hand over her shoulder. What are you doing here? She was looking for you. Johnny smirks at me as he ys with the ring on his finger. A sick, hot swoop of rage hits my abdomen as he meets my re with a bored expression on his face. Said it was urgent. Her skin looks moist, as though she just stepped out of the shower and dressed herself in a hurry to meet me. Johnny sits there, waiting for her to speak, but she stands up. Her blue eyes are so wide that Im lost in them. Ill give you an hour, Jack. #3 Chapter 46 Fine. She winces as I grab her upper arm and drag her out of the restaurant. What the fuck do you think youre doing here? I needed to see you! You should nevere here alone. I dont trust John. We stand outside in the rapidly heating sunshine and I shove my hands in my pockets as I watch her stand there. She wears a small ck camisole with no bra, because I can see her tits if I look down. Her hair is up in a loose, messy bun. The blonde tendrils and her wide eyes make her look so fragile-and beautiful. I really am lucky to have her. My hand slips underneath her jaw and I thumb her thick bottom lip. What is it, hon? Not here. The way she avoids my gaze gets me riled up. I dont like waiting, but her lips tremble and I dont want her making a scene out here. I take her arm and we enter my car. What is it, Beatrice? Not here! She shakes and my heart splits in half when I hear that desperate sounding from her chest. Youll tell me when we get home? I can only fucking guess what it is. The whole way back, she shakes with sobs and I take her hand in mine, trying every variation of, Stop fucking crying, because it hurts me to see it. It hurts more than I ever couldve imagined. Tell me. What the fuck is wrong? I nearly scream at her. Shes starting to freak me out. I m my brakes in front of my house and park as she slips out of the passenger seat and runs up the stairs, using her key to let herself in. Damn it. I follow her, mming the car door shut. Then I burst in my apartment and see her standing there, red tear streaks all over her face. It tugs at my heart. I rush forward to gather her in my arms, but she shakes her head and backs away. What the fuck? I have to tell you something I should have told you weeks ago. She spits it out bitterly and wraps her arms around herself. Why are you telling me now?This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Because Im pregnant. Holy fuck. Its as though the world turns on its head. I grasp for the nearest wall, suddenly dizzy. Youre sure? I took a bunch of tests. Theyre all positive. My heart thuds against my chest. If thats true, why does she look so miserable? Jesus Christ, Im going to be a dad. Warmth delicately unfurls like petals from a flower. Beatrice cringes from my touch and acts as though the whole thing was a mistake. Why arent you happy about this? Whatever it is, Im sure its not that bad. Its about your brother! she finally bursts out. My mood shifts, skirting dangerously close to the well of rage I reserve for my brother. What about him? Haunted eyes stare at me. I saw what happened. I was there in the hospital. What? My hands shake. I didnt want to tell you because I was afraid. Tell me. She opens and closes her mouth, and flinches when I yell at her. Fucking tell me, Beatrice! I-I was in my cousins room, right across from your brothers. I saw three men in leather cuts hanging outside the door. They went in and out. It was very fast. Her voice breaks and she doubles over, clutching her stomach. I didnt know what happened! Then suddenly I heard people screaming for a code blue. I didnt put it together until we met. It was him, Jack! I grab her throat and pin her against the wall, waves of searing-hot rage licking up my sides. I want to bash this bitch into the wall. How fucking dare she? You knew all this time and never said a word? Her high gasp hits the air. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid of you. I dig my fingers into her flesh. Youre fucking lucky that youre pregnant. Im no wife beater, but Id like to give her a p across the face. Jack, Im sorry! I bite my lip, forcing myself not to scream. What did the men look like? Did you recognize them? N-no! I think they were f-from another MC, but it was dark and I couldnt see the pattern on the cut. God-fucking-dammit! I plunge my fist through the drywall next to her head, and she screams. White powder explodes, and my knuckles bleed. Beatrice stumbles away from me, clutching her face. Im sorry! #3 Chapter 47 Think really fucking hard, Beatrice. There has to be something you remember. Some small detail that might help me. She witnessed his murder and a part of me wont ever forgive her for keeping that secret from me, no matter what her intentions were. My heart rends in half. She lied to me for weeks. Beatrice sits on the floor, her chest heaving. Tears fall silently down her cheeks as she stares at the tiles and shakes her head. I cant remember anything significant, Im sorry. They looked normal to me. I dont think they had any tattoos on their sleeves. No tattoos? She shakes her head and a lightning rod hits me, because how many patched members of an MC gang dont have tattoos on their sleeves? What else? I bend down to her level, my heart hammering against my ribs as I search her face. I dont even care about the months of wasted time, I just want to know the truth. I just glimpsed them really quickly. Think, Beatrice. Wait-one of them might have had a small tattoo on his bicep. My stomach tenses. What? A horn, I think. Energy hits my chest. A horn pointing down? Yes, do you know what it means? Of course I know what it means. Every Italian knows that symbol. Jesus Christ. This proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the family was involved. I feel my insides caving in as if my guts vanished. My own brothers-the family I dedicated my fucking life to-betrayed me. It wasnt the MC. Johnny, that two-faced bastard who has been running me around all year on jobs without backup. But why? She grasps my arm as I stand up, and my heart clenches painfully. Even she betrayed me. Jack, Im so sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times. But you didnt. Her touch on my skin is painful. Like a deep burn scorching away the muscle underneath. Her glittering eyshes bat at me, and she looks down, stifling a hup of a sob.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Shes not as innocent as she looks. For a while she was the only light in my life. A candle me, flickering that burned hotter as I woke up with her every day in my house. Now thats extinguished like everything else in my life. Disgusted, I turn around. I head for the door, but then a thin arm wraps around my waist and a female body presses against my back. Every inch of her curves folds into my body. My chest tightens. Fuck her. I rip her hands from me and whirl her around, pinning her face against the wall. She cries out in difort as her cheek ttens, and I lean in, my voice trembling. When Ie back, youre not going to be able to sit on your ass for a week. I release her suddenly, hating the way my dick responds when her body is next to mine. I want to grab her hair in a ponytail and bend her over the kitchen table where I can see that tattoo burning right above her ass. I want to p her around for the lies she told me. Lying by omission. Ill be backter. Jack, I- Enough. Im leaving. She withers under my re and shrinks away. The pregnancy. My brother. All of it still implodes in my head. I see myself holding a newborn, and a deluge of panic suddenly swells inside me. One fucking crisis at a time. Jack, get over here! Im standing in the lobby of Le Zinc, slightly swaying on my feet with the aftermath of Beatrices nuclear-bomb confession. Fran? oiss voice snaps me to the present, and I look to see him standing in front of me, touching my shoulder. You all right? A sick feeling ws through my stomach. Who knows, he might have been one of the three sent to hold a pillow over my brothers face. Yeah, Im fine. Johnnys going over the exchangeter today. Exchange. Drug deal. We use so many fucking code words to hide our true intentions. I wonder what phrase Johnny used when he ordered his men to take care of my paraplegic brother. I follow him, weaving through the white-tablecloth covered tables to where that asshole sits, surrounded by his men. My throat is raw, as though I spent hours screaming. It would be so simple to just kill him right now. All I need to do is reach inside my jacket and aim. Fire. Of course, Id never make it out alive. I examine them. Which one of them did it? I scan their bodies for the tattoo. Why does everyone have to wear suits all the goddamn time? Jack, sit down. Ill fucking sit down after I rip your head off. What did your wife want? How did he do it? How does a man push aside every moral instinct to order a hit on a defenseless person, and not only that, but not have the fucking balls to take responsibility for it? He made them wear leather cuts. He wanted the police-everyone-to believe the MC was responsible. They werent. Jack. Then I forget what the hell he asked me. Johnnys lips crook into a grin. Shes pregnant. #3 Chapter 48 Theres a moment of stunned silence and then their voices rise intoughter. It grates against my ears. I see myself reaching for necks and ripping them open with my bare hands. He knocked up the MCs daughter! Hey, that makes two of us. Johnnys face cracks with a smile and he leans forward, grasping my shoulder. Congrattions, Jack. Congrattions. The word slides over me like water on oil. Im d you took my advice and made her yours. I didnt do it because you told me to, asshole. The rest of them pat my back, and Sal gives me a look of concern. Whatever. The baby is far from my mind now. I want to find that fucking tattoo. We have a big arms deal with the Devils MC today. Its our first business deal since this alliance, so lets not fuck this up. * * * Theres nothing but the distant, screeching sound of cars crumpling in on themselves. Piles of ttened multicolored metal surround us, insting the noise. Its the same ce I buried that piece of shit nurse, and I wonder what he looks like right now. If his bones were ground to dust. Im backup, merely standing in the background in case something gets fucked up. Johnny doubled the number of soldiers for this deal. I guess the two-timing prick doesnt trust the MC. Crash or sh or whatever his stupid name is stands in front of Fran? ois, negotiating. His long brown beard twists around his head, flipping in the breeze whistling through the metal parts. One of the men beside me rolls up his sleeves. The sun bakes the backs of our necks. Sounds good. I catch the tail end of Fran? oiss conversation with the biker. Adrenaline jolts through my veins and I whip my head when I see a sh, but its just the sun reflecting off a car hood. Damn it. Its distracting. Hard to concentrate. A crack splits the air and my jacket rips open at the shoulder, spraying blood. Ive been shot. I barely register it before I dive under a heap of scrap metal. The outraged screams of my crew echo in the junkyard as a barrage of bullets smash into metal. CEASE FIRE! I whip around with my arm outstretched, gun aimed at that Crash motherfucker, but he holds up his hands, imploring us to stop. If it wasnt them, who the fuck was it? The gunshot came from their side. Theres movement to my right. The re from a bikers gun. I barely see him, hidden in the heap of junk above me. He aims right at my face. CRACK! His head whips back as I fire a well-aimed shot, and I dont look to see him fall. What the FUCK! More gunshots thud in the heap Im hiding behind, connecting sharply and ncing off. Im going to fucking die hiding behind this thing. A sear of pain slices down my neck, and liquid warmth blossoms over my skin. Fuck. At least its shallow. Theyre all above me. I aim a shot at another guy trying to take me out from above. I get him in the leg and he screams, then I pay attention to Fran? ois, who sts Crashs chest open with his shotgun. I dive out from the scrap metal andunch myself toward the car as deadly zips thud into the ground. The scrape of a shoe-I clutch my gun and aim around the car, a hair trigger away from firing. Brian points his gun at me. Jesus!This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. He takes a few seconds longer than me to lower his gun. I dont like the attitude on his face. We have no fucking time for it. What the fuck is going on? He ducks behind the car with me. They set us up. I nce once around the car, and a hole the size of my head sts through the frame. Jesus. Blood trickles down and I think of her hair, tickling my neck. Beatrice. Shes alone at the house. All the things I said. Why did I have to be such an asshole? Why didnt I tell her that having her around saved my life? My shoulder throbs and the wound on my throat bleeds freely. The windshield shatters and bullets pepper the interior as Brian hurls himself over the hood and fires. Fuck this. Were going to die. Brain is sted off his feet andnds on his back, his mouth exploding with color. Fuck! I rush to his side as a dark hole made in his jacket slowly smokes. He coughs up bright-red blood and his eyes roll back. Jesus fuck. I take the knife strapped to my ankle and I cut away his jacket and shirt, immediately covering the dark hole in his chest with my palm. Come on, you fuck! Goddamn it, he got shot in his arm, too. I cut away the jacketpletely and roll up his sleeve. And that fucking cornicello stares at me, right where she said it would be. Shock slowly runs through my body as Brian wheezes for air next to me. His limp hand searches for me. He was one of them. My body burns with white-hot rage. I dig my thumb into his bullet wound and he opens his red-stained mouth in a wordless, bubbly cry. You piece of shit. J-Jack! I cant breathe! His lungs make a horrible wheezing sound. Fuck, I couldnt ask for a better setup. You killed him, didnt you? Who gave the order? But he cant talk. He just inhales, making that rattling sound. Then I just reach over and pinch his nostrils shut. Brian tries to breathe through his mouth, but theres too much blood. He weakly grasps my hand and bloodshot eyes beg me for forgiveness as I choke off his air supply. Drowning in your own blood must fucking suck. Blood-filled bubbles expel from Brians mouth. He gasps, the blood gurgling in his throat. Blue tinges his lips and capiries burst in his eyes. #3 Chapter 49 It must be excruciating. I relish in it. His eyes seem to ze over and his fingers loosen around me. Then Brians hand finally thuds to the ground, limp. Rot in hell. This is perfect. Clean. If only I could wipe the panic away. JACK! One down. Three to go. A hand violently grabs my arm, and suddenly Fran? oiss face swims in front of me. What the fuck is wrong with you? Im calling your name! Pops of gunfire crack through the air, one at a time, followed by heavy thuds. I look around the car to see the rest of the crew picking off the bikers one by one. Brian! he drops down to the body and shakes his frozen shoulder. Hes dead. The temporary relief falls as my neck singes with pain. My head churns as I look at the carnage in the junkyard. The lean boss sits behind the desk, a pulse bumping in his forehead as we wait for the inevitable explosion. Then he ms his fist into the wood, knocking over a picture frame. What the fuck happened? How did you manage to fuck this up so badly? I finger the patch on my neck, turning over everything in my head. They shot first. Their guy aimed a gun right at me. Thats how I got this. I point toward my shoulder. It was a setup, Fran? ois agrees. What the fuck? Johnny sinks back into his chair, brow furrowed in disbelief. They killed Brian. No, I did. Goddamn it-motherless fucks-putain de merde. Theyre all fucking dead! Were finished. Were done with the Devils. He rises to his feet as his face turns beet red. I tried to end this shit! I gave them another fucking chance because I was sick of our guys getting hurt for no fucking reason, and they fucking spat in my face. Something bothers me about it. I dont know. He whips his head at me. What dont you know? It seemed too sloppy. They were going to lure us there? For what? And why send their worst guns and no backup? You said he aimed the gun right at you. I know what I saw, I snap. I just think theres more to this. Johnny shakes it off, baring his teeth. I want them all dead. They wanted a war, and Im going to give them one. Sal leans across the desk. Frankly I agree with Johnny. Theyve done nothing but disrespect us since weve made this alliance. Im going to blow that fuckingpound to kingdome. Jesus. John-its a bad fucking idea. Who asked your opinion? Underneath my skin I smolder. Hes one of them. I know he is. But how am I supposed to get to him? Your wife has family there. So does mine. He wrinkles his nose. Since when do you give a shit about bikers? Since I married and fell for one of them. Do we really need more heat from the CSIS? The Trudeau heist wasnt enough? Finally the guys murmur in agreement. Why the fuck am I giving advice to this piece of shit? He sits on his desk and runs his hands through his hair. All right, everyone get out. Not you, Jack.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Fuck. The door to his office closes behind thest man and I wonder how Johnnys brains would look sttered on the wall behind him. He crosses his arms and eye-fucks me. You need to divorce that girl. Well, thats not what I expected. What? Youve got to get rid of her. I slowly rise from my chair as fire hot enough to burn my clothes radiates off my body. No. He narrows his eyes. The alliance is over. You realize that the first thing shell do is head over to the police station and tell them she was coerced into a marriage with you, right? Never. #3 Chapter 50 I stop an inch from Johnnys face. Shes my wife and shes going to stay that way. Not you or anyone is going to convince me otherwise. A widened look crosses Johnnys face until he lets out a smallugh. Youre a fucking idiot, Jack. Dont punch him. You cant do this here in front of everyone. Fuck you. You sure you want to take that tone with me? Shes mine. Im not giving her back. I cant stand another moment in his presence. Slimy fuck. I turn my back on John and wrench open the door, mming it behind me. Who the fuck does he think he is? Jack, wait! What? Sal grabs my arm as I storm out of Johnnys office, pulling me near the exit door in the kitchens. His face is tense and he wont let go of my arm. What did he want with you? He wanted to talk to me about my wife. He wants me to divorce her. Fucking idiot. Are you? No! Why the fuck not, Jack? Shes a liability. I dont care, I snarl. Shes pregnant with my kid. Im not throwing her to the streets or giving her back to those fucking deranged lunatics. Sals face is ashen and a thread of anxiety unspools. What? Johns not going to let this go. In his mind, your wife is going to put you in jail the moment she has the chance. You, Johnny, who knows how many others. All she has to do is run to the CSIS and theyll give her a new identity. I m my fist on the stainless steel counter. Shes not going to do that. She had my name tattooed on her ass, for Christs sake. Doesnt matter what you think. Hes going to take care of her, one way or the other. Take care of her? An icy feeling spreads through my veins. Like Mike? Oh God. He wouldnt. Pleading brown eyes meet mine. You think he gives a fuck? Get her out of town today. Thanks, Sal. I throw my shoulder into the exit door, nausea rising up my throat. My wife and baby are at risk. Hes right. She cant stay here, not when Im being shot at and I dont even know who to trust anymore. My lungs crush like crumpled wings and I fight to draw breath at the thought of her leaving me. I never stopped to think of how much I needed her. It wont be forever. BEATRICE Wine-red walls rise to a ceiling with intricate crown molding. I stare at all the rich details, the abstract art hanging on the walls, as Mayas baby climbs over me and babbles happily. Maya sits beside me in her long skirt, waving at her baby.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Im really d you picked me up, but wont Johnny be getting home soon? She shakes her head and lets out an exasperated sigh. Hes being an ass. Her eyes roll over to me. Hows Jack? Also being an ass. Pain makes a sharp dent in my happiness as I think of the ugly things he said right before he left. He was furious and rightly so, but it still hurt like hell. I just found out were having a baby. Mayas high gasp hits my ears painfully. Congrattions! Thanks. Matteo sits on my stomach and gives me a toothless grin that makes my heart melt. Can I take him home with me? Sheughs and plucks Matteo from my body. Yeah, maybe when we have a date night. She shakes her head. I cant believe youre fucking pregnant! Oops! She hastily covers her babys ears. I didnt think I would ever be epted by the family until I had his kids. Theyll ept you or theyll get their teeth knocked out. Somehow I doubt Jack will ever knock someones teeth out for me. Its never going to happen. Hey, I saw what your husband did to those guys at the party. He loves you, Bea. Otherwise he wouldnt have gone to bat for you. #3 Chapter 51 Hope flutters in my chest. You think so? BAM! We scream as the door flies open and Johnnys tall silhouette appears between the walls. He walks in, mming the door shut, and stops at the sight of me. My heart ms against my chest. What the hell is she doing here? Maya stands up, her eyes widening with surprise at the growl in his voice. She sets Matteo down at my feet. Dont talk to me like that. Shes my cousin and Ill bring her over if I want. Johnny turns toward his wife, his features thick with rage. You brought her? Why the fuck- Shes my cousin, Maya says, louder than ever. I know, he begins with waning patience, but shes also a fucking biker who was coerced into a marriage with one of my men. I trust her. He smirks, folding his arms. Well, I dont. Im your wife and my trust should be good enough for you. Ive known her my whole life, not you! I decide who I want to see, not you! Matteos cry suddenly breaks the sound of his parents fighting. I pick him up as tears bead in his eyes and I rub his back until the cries subside. Johnnys taut face loosens somewhat. Sweetheart, you have no idea whats going on right now. Were at war. I dont give a fuck if shes Pope Francis, I dont trust her. He grabs his wifes shoulders and gives her a kiss on her furious face. Then he stops in front of me. Matteo outstretches his tiny arms. Papa! Even though I fucking hate him, I have to admit that he loves his son. Johnny gently takes him from my arms and holds his son to his chest, kissing the babys head over and over as if to reassure himself. Dark, restless eyes settle on me. Im just trying to protect my family. Annoyance bristles in my chest. Shes married to one of your soldiers. I dont care, sweetheart. Right now, I trust no one. Then he turns back to me. Ill call your husband toe get you. Johnny stalks off with the baby in his arms and Maya fumes after him. I sink into an armchair, depressed. He wont stop me from visiting you. I dont give a shit what he says. Maybe when my kid is born, hell change his mind. We spend the rest of the time chatting, and then Johnny reenters the room with the baby snug in his arms when theres a knock at the door. Maya answers. Jack stumbles into the house, and the first thing I notice is that theres a bandage on his neck and arge tear in his suit. What happened to you? He gives a quick nce at John, suddenly looking terrified. Lets go. Were going home. Maya gives me a sad smile as Jack grabs my hand and pulls me out of the living room, but Johnny does nothing but give me a cool, appraising nod. He ms the door shut, cutting off Mayas good-bye when we leave the house, and I wring my hand out of his. What the fuck is your problem? A vicious look snarls over Jacks face. You have no idea what just happened. Get in the car, Beatrice. Im not messing around. Fine. I slide into the passenger seat and Jack immediately starts the engine, peeling out of Johnnys driveway and down the street. The sheer desperation in Jacks eyes stops me from making a nasty remark. What happened? I cant think- I cant. Everythings just fucking out of control. Ive never seen him like this. Jesus, he looks scared. Fears not an emotion I like to see on my husbands face. Just let me think. I dont say a word until we get home, and the moment we step through the door Jack pulls me into his bone-cracking embrace. I tten against his chest, hearing his heartbeat pound against my ear like a heavy drum. The floodgates open as a rush of emotion fills me. Jack, Im sorry for what I did- Dont, it doesnt matter anymore. He pulls back and holds my face, his thumbs caressing my skin. Devastation ms into him-he looks like hes experienced a hundred years of misery. Beatrice, I love you. The air disappears. You make me happy, and now we have this blessing inside you. I thought that we had a chance, but we dont. My eyes sting with tears. What? Are you- Are you breaking up with me? You have to go. My feelings, soaring high, crash back down. Go?Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Its not safe for you here. Were at war with the Devils again. I almost got killed today, and John wants you gone from my life. Ill stay, I choke out in tears. I dont care how dangerous it is. I care, he says, tenderness creeping inside his voice. He loves me. Beatrice, youre all I have now. Everyone else is gone. #3 Chapter 52 But I dont understand! Why does Johnny care about me? He doesnt trust you. He thinks youre going to rat me out now that the alliance is over.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. I would never do that! I yell into his apartment. Never! A smile tugs at his mouth. Hell never believe us. Whats he going to do, kill me? Im carrying your child. Pity fills Jacks gaze. He doesnt care about some knocked-up biker girl, even if you are my wife. He killed my brother, Beatrice. The breath catches in my throat. No, I dont believe it! I dont want to believe it. Baby, who else wouldve ordered a bunch of Italians to dress up in leather cuts and kill my brother? It had toe from him. Tears spill over my lids as I look at him. My heart swells and I clutch at Jacks chest. What about our baby? He flinches as if he was struck in the face. Jack, I love you! I know. He bends down and crushes his lips against mine, silencing my cries. A well of desire quickly ramps up as his hands slide down my body, stroking my curves as though he wants to imprint them in his brain. He grabs my arms, steering me backward toward our bedroom. Even when hes vulnerable, he cant help but push me around. It was in his nature to break me just as it was my nature to submit to him. I never craved anyones touch like his. My legs hit the back of the bed and I fall,nding softly on the mattress. Jack rips his jacket off and throws it in a corner, and then I see his ripped dress shirt and the bandage around his shoulder, already damp with blood. He ignores my gasp and his body climbs over mine, his lips feverish. He breaks away, his face flushed. Fuck, I dont have enough time to take you the way you were meant to be taken. I just want this moment tost forever, while were still clinging to each other. Happy and whole. Dont make me go. He rolls my shirt off my head and my skin prickles with desire as his starved gaze falls over my curves. You are unbelievably sexy. No ones ever made me feel so amazing. I keep imagining myself alone in a lonely apartment, singing to a baby in a cradle. My eyes sting with tears and Jack blurs in my vision. He sinks down and palms my cheek, lowering himself to give me a kiss that makes my skin me. Ille back for you. I cant trust myself to say anything without bursting into tears, so I just nod. I promise. Another tender kiss falls on my lips, and I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him down. He reaches behind my back and unsps my bra. A tingle runs through my pussy as his hand envelops my breast. He swallows my gasp, deepening the kiss. Then I feel his hard cock digging into my leg, and a thrill hits my core. He breaks from the kiss, and Im dizzy. I want you. He grins and thumbs my bottom lip. Yeah, youre always so hungry for cock. I love him-love the dirty shit he says. I wanted you the moment you told me to kiss you. The sound of him ripping off his cks makes my pussy throb with a sudden ache. I help him push them off, running my hands over his strong hips. A smile staggers over his face. I know, baby. You were practically screaming for a man like me. Girl like that-sitting alone in a bar looking so lost. I couldnt stay away. He was so possessive, even when he wasnt thrilled to marry me. I fell for him hard, but his was a slower build. Jack grabs the waistband of my skirt and tugs. The ck skirt pulls to my knees and he pushes me to my side, spreading his hand over my ass. A chuckle escapes his throat. I mean, look at this. Property of Jack. You really are a piece of work, sweetheart. I grab his neck and pull him toward me. Its not a joke. Women in the MC get tattoos like this all the time. His face spreads into a wide, handsome smile that takes my breath away. Im notughing. He seals his lips against mine, biting my lower lip. But they probably dont get them tattooed on their ass, do they? I thought youd like to see it there. He smacks my ass, making a loud cracking sound. I love it. He strokes the burn for a moment and then flips me to my back, parting my legs as his huge cock swings in front of me. A bead of pre-cum rolls down his cock and falls on my thigh. He runs his hands down my legs. Im sorry. His face stretches into a primal grin. Im trying to be sweet for you, but I cant fucking do it. I sit upright as desire pulses through me. I bury my hand in his hair and scrape his scalp with my fingers. I dont want sweet. I want you. His breath blows hot air over my lips for a moment. Then he buries his hand in my hair, pulling it until it hurts. His tongue hits my nipple like the cool edge of a knife. A surge rushes through my pussy as he closes his hot mouth, swirling around my nipple. Then he bites down hard, enough to make me try to twist out of him. Fuck! Heughs slightly as he pulls back from the deep-red mark, sweeping his thumb across it admiringly. Im going to leave you with marks all over your fucking body, so that every time you look at yourself youll see me, iming you as mine. Theyll take weeks to fade. Weeks without him? He tongues my breast, sucking me into his mouth until it burns. Another fucking mark. Then I feel a pressure between my legs and I see his veiny, thick cock sinking into me. Jesus. Its likeing home after a long day. It just feels so fucking good. The pain bites through the pleasure as he gives me another mark with his teeth, bruising my flesh. At the same time his thickness spreads me open, gliding up my walls to anchor hard inside me. It fills me uppletely, temporarily satisfying that ache burning inside me. A gasp trembles from my lips as his wet mouth slides across my skin. Another burst of pain makes me arch my back, but then his hips dig into me and electricity numbs out the pain. He pulls back, his dark hair hanging around his face as he surveys the marks all over my tits. A primal grin tugs at his lips and he makes a low growl in his throat, hammering my pussy hard. All the love is gone from his eyes, washed out by his instinct to im me. Does my cock feel good? Yes! Dont stop! #3 Chapter 53 His arms wrap around me tight and my eyes roll as he rams his hips. Air knocks from my chest with his thrusts, leaving me gasping. Holy fuck. Another sharp pain hits my flesh, this time on my unmarked breast. He soothes it immediately, circling his tongue around my nipple and sucking hard-delivering a jolt of pleasure to my core. Panting, he moves himself away from me, his cock slipping out. Then his rough hands seize my hips and flip me over so that Im on all fours. A vicious p hits my right cheek right before his thighs press against mine and that delicious pressure spears through me. Youre mine. My screams reverberate through the apartment as he pulls me against him, cock hammering my tight cunt until I feel myself falling apart. His weight bears on me and I fall forward, catching myself by my elbows. He pounds me into the mattress, his hand sneaking underneath my body to cup my swollen breast. My screams punctuate the sounds of his groans and his balls pping against my pussy. His body undtes like a wave, shoving me toward the wall. My palms tten against it, my arms absorbing the shock of his thrusts. He kisses my neck, his frantic breathing billowing over my damp skin. Come, baby. Come for me. A violent tremor rocks through my body as I clench myself and push against his hips, feeling the gush of liquid as he jerks against me. His weight sags over me as his cock ruts me deep, filling my womb with his cum. My head turns with his finger and he kisses me long and hard, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. Exhausted, my body melts into a pool as shocks of pleasure hit my heart. He takes me in his arms and rolls over. Smooth hands glide over my skin, pulling me close as I nestle my head right under his, inhaling his masculine scent. He wont be a room away anymore. I wont be able to fuck him, feel his heart thrumming against my ear like it is now. Ill just be alone. A ring cacophony of honking horns doesnt prate the solitude Ive created in this car. Their high beams sh behind us, but Jack ignores them pointedly. His strong hand grips mine, his thumb caressing my skin. I dont want to go. I dont want to step outside this car and leave him, but my eyes refuse to make tears. I wont make this harder on him. How long do you think Ill have to stay away? I dont know. What if he never calls for me? What if he has to miss the birth of his child? I just know that I need to protect my family. This is the only way I know how. A smoldering feeling burns at my grief. I stamp it under my feet. I understand. Then time freezes. Someones waiting for the other to say good-bye. Jack cracks first, leaning over to nt a kiss on my cheek. Its so dry. Devoid of passion. But then he lingers there, stroking my cheek. I love you. I look away from the affection shining in his eyes. I love you, too. This isnt good-bye, Beatrice. Ill see you soon. Okay. I unbuckle my seatbelt and he springs out of his car to help get the luggage out of the trunk. With a great sigh I open the door and step out into the bright sunshine. People walk quickly to and from the metro station as rush hour casts its orange gaze over the streets. Jack lifts my suitcase out of the car. A white bandage still sticks on his neck, hiding histest brush with death. A petrifying feeling slowly freezes my body. How the fuck can we do this? The MC is after him, and the mob is full of rats. How long before one of them gets him? The goal seems insurmountable-impossible. Maybe he couldve handled one of the crises. But two at once? This might be thest time I see him alive. The roll of my suitcase cuts away my thoughts as Jack slides aforting arm around my waist. I guess this is good-bye for now. I cant take it. I curl into his arms and seize his waist, looking up at him but not finding the words. What am I supposed to say? Good luck? What I really want to do is beg him toe with me, to plead with him to stay alive. Stay the fuck alive.Jack, Im scared. His hand tightens around my waist. Just board a train and go. Get the hell out of here. Youll be fine. Im not scared for myself. What about you? He lifts an eyebrow. I can take care of myself. Dont worry about me. Youre the one carrying something special. His hand momentarily brushes over my stomach and I hold him there, thinking of the tiny life growing inside me. Fuck, I forgot I was pregnant on top of everything else. Ill do everything I can to bring our family back together, but you have to promise me something. He grabs both my shoulders and digs into my bones. Donte back here. No matter what you might hear, you have to promise me youll stay away until I call you. Nevere back? A tremor creeps into my voice. What if something happens to you? Not even then. Beatrice, promise me. I cant do it. The carefully constructed wall I built around me starts to topple. Its too much. I cant do that!This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. The grip on my shoulders is painful. You have to. For both our sakes. I squeeze his middle, unable to bear the moment when Ill have to tear myself away. But- Promise me! A glint of desperation fractures his eyes. I-I promise. Good girl. My body bumps his chest as he pulls me in, slowly squeezing air out of me. I love you, baby. Ille back for you soon. #3 Chapter 54 I dont know what to tell him. The words wonte. Nothing will dispel the torment raging inside, so I just let him hug me. Go, Beatrice. Weve been here too long. Okay. We break away and he shoves his hands deep in his pockets. Bye. Safe trip, Beatrice. A crooked smile tugs at his lips as he gives me a wink, and I turn around, forcing my legs to walk. Its as though theyre filled with lead, because this doesnt feel right. Everything inside me screams to run back into Jacks arms. I walk across the pavement to the pay stations. A nce over my shoulder. Hes still there, watching me with that sweet smile. I never thought hed be gentle with me. I turn around. A loud crack makes me duck and arge spark explodes over the metal ticket dispenser. What the hell? Did it short-circuit? A mans voice screams behind me, and I turn around violently. A sharp, intense pain slices my hip. I feel it like a searing-hot brand sizzling my skin, and then I see Jack ducked behind his car door, his arm extended. CRACK. CRACK. The ground explodes a foot away from where Im standing and Jack screams over the noise. BEATRICE, RUN! I get up and leave my suitcase behind, barreling past the ticket machines into the station. A wet feeling at my hip distracts me, and I look down. A wave of dizziness strikes my head and I brace my palm on the wall. Blood.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. Dark red spreads over my pink t-shirt. Then the pain starts to throb sharply. Oh God, I dont want to look. My brain cant process whats happening. All of it is like the striking visuals of an action movie. Jack, firing his gun in the middle of broad daylight. The explosions and sparks at my feet. The blood spreading over my hip. Am I shot? Hes got a gun! I look up, heart racing, and I see Jack sprinting toward me. He bellows like a wounded animal when he sees the wound at my side. Jack, whats going on? Im surprised at the calm in my voice. He ignores my question and lifts my shirt. I feel the fabric unsticking from my wound. You got grazed. Youll be fine, he says in a quick, hurried voice. He yanks me to my feet so quickly that I have vertigo. We need to get the fuck out of here before the cops get here. Come on. Numbly I follow Jack back outside, noticing the crowd of huddled people. Theres a body near Jacks car. My horrified gasp catches Jacks attention. Come on! He opens the car door and yanks me inside. I dont feel like any of this is actually happening to me. Its too bizarre-must be a dream. I hiss in pain when I try to sit up. Jacks head snaps to me, anguish all over his face. Feelings return and I realize how fast Im breathing. The sound is sharp in the car. Fear trickles in as he starts the car and guns the engine. They shot me. THAT SON OF A BITCH! I jump in my seat as he beats the dashboard with his fist. The radio screen smashes and pieces of stic stick into his knuckles. JOHNNY! he screams, spittle flying from his mouth. He sent those guys after us. He wants us fucking gone, so Im going to fucking kill him. Its all confused. I cant think straight as Jack drives like a maniac down the streets and flies through downtown Montreal. He screeches to a halt outside a bar, and then within seconds hes dragging me out of the passenger seat. What are you- Where are we going? Ive got to leave you here. Leave me? Are you fucking kidding? My voice rises to a shriek in the sidewalk as he drags me by my arm. Ive got to end this. Ive got to get rid of him. Patrons in the bar stare as we burst through the door. They swing their heads around and Jack drags me to the back rooms, where Sal sits at a table, counting stacks of money. Two other guys hang nearby. He looks up. Jack-Beatrice! What the fuck happened? Johnny happened! Jacks voice trembles the ceiling as he releases my arm. He went after her-both of us! Hes fucking dead, Sal. Im finding him and Im putting an end to this bullshit! Sal rises to his feet. Jesus Christ, Jack. Have you lost your fucking mind? My heart races as he rounds on Sal, fists raised. He sent Ricardo and Ben after me-I KNOW HE DID. Im done. Hes dead. He came after my wife! Without waiting for Sal to speak, he turns to me. I flinch when he grabs my shoulders. Stay fucking put. Do not leave Sals sight. Sal raises a beefy arm. Jack, we need to talk to the other bosses-themission- Muscles rippling, Jack seizes an empty bottle of wine from the table and smashes it against the wall, shattering it into thousands of pieces. Then he takes the jagged neck and grabs the closest man, digging the broken ss into his neck. Jack! If youy a hand on my wife, Ill rip open your insides while youre still alive. Jesus, Jack! Then he flings the broken ss to the floor and gives Sal a cold re. Watch her. JACK #3 Chapter 55 The streetlights bleed into the darkness the longer I keep my eyes open. Then I blink and a ze sharpens everything into focus again. The car screams as the lights sh a bright green. Go kill John. I cant hear anything but the roar of my blood and my own voice screaming in my head. Is he sending a message to me? That hes boss and can do whatever the fuck he wants? Message read, loud and clear. Youre fucking dead, Johnny. I race down the streets of Montreal like a madman. Murderous rage builds inside me like a crescendo. Fuck, this is so easy. I should have done this weeks ago. I park my car a couple blocks down from Johns house and I move quickly through shadows. Heat pounds through my limbs as I grab my gun at my side, and I raise my fist. The wood rattles as I pound the door. Amazingly it opens a few momentster and Johnnys wife stands in front of me. Fuck. I would rather not do this in front of her. Her eyebrows knit in concern. Jack, whats wrong? Where is your husband? Nothing but red flies in front of my vision as she mumbles something. I wont be dyed any longer. My brother waited months for justice. I push her aside, batting her away. Jesus! I need to see him. An extremely offended look crosses her pretty face as she shuts the door. Hes in his study. Perfect. My mind is clear the moment she opens the door and John lifts his head. Calm hatred fills me with bloodlust when he says something and I step inside. The door closes, trapping us both. Jack. What brings you here? How can the bastard pretend not to know? His rxed posture betrays nothing as he bends over sheaves of paper. As I sit down I swing my hand from my jacket. The gun shes in the overhead light and Johnny spots it, but toote. His hand reaches under his desk and I point the gun square at his chest. Hands on your fucking head. Johnny freezes, his gaze filled with cold rage. What are you doing? Do as I say, or Ill blow a hole in your chest. The air feels thick and my voice trembles like its on the verge of explosion. Even though that bastard knows Im not fucking around, he refuses to weaken in front of me. Slowly he raises his hands on his perfectly styled hair. An impassive expression falls on his face. It says: Fine, kill me, but you wontst a day after Im dead. This is it. All I have to do is pull the trigger, and Johnnys no longer boss. Hes no longer anything. A flicker of something glints in his eyes when I raise the gun to his head. Why did you do it? Do what? A burst of emotion rises up my throat and I m my fist on the table. The gun rattles in my hand. You know what you fucking did, so dont try to deny it! Johnnys voice stays even. I have no idea what youre talking about. MY BROTHER! MY WIFE! Corrosive hatred rises inside me as confusion and anger cloud his face. I want him to admit it. You tried to have them killed, and Im fucking done ying your games! I dont know who is feeding you this information, but its false. BULLSHIT! I was at the train station with her, you piece of shit! Your guys went after her. Why the fuck would I want to kill your wife? My eyes burn as a vision of Mikes broken body haunts me. Because shes a loose end! Because thats what you do! Sal can back me up-you hired Brian and two other men to take care of my brother- I did not kill your brother. DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME! If I wanted him dead, I wouldnt have been so sloppy. Im no fucking coward-I wouldnt make them wear leather cuts. No, I wont let him do this. Hes just trying to manipte me. And your wife? Why the fuck would I do that in the middle of broad daylight? Despite what you might think of me, I would never touch another mans family. I refuse to let the nuggets of truth sink in, but everythings confused now. Why the fuck would I want to jeopardize this alliance? It makes no sense, Jack. To fuck with me! All year youve been sending me on these fucking jobs and I risked my goddamned life. What jobs? he roars. What the fuck are you talking about?Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Damn you, I say in a tight voice, gun trembling. You know what Im talking about. The jobs Sal called me for that were directly from you. He lowers his hands from his head, the blood drained from his face. He looks like a pale shadow of his former self. Jack, he says, pitying me. Hes ying you. What? And the energy saps out of my limbs. Isnt it fucking obvious? He wants me dead, and he fed you shit all year to get you to do this. Horror makes the rage dart out of sight like quick, silver fish. The gun lowers from his head. #3 Chapter 56 Why? Why would he? He probably killed your brother-made them dress in leather cuts to throw off the cops, but made it obvious that they werent MC to us so that youd suspect me. Why the fuck would he do that? A grim smile stretches Johnnys mouth. To start a war? To take my ce? Who the fuck knows. Sal knew I would run over to Johnny the moment my wife was threatened, so he had them attack her. Then I drop the gun as panic blooms in my chest. Oh my God, I left her with him! Suddenly the cold barrel of a gun stares into my eyes as John stands up, his demeanor as icy as the metal pressed against my forehead. His voice cracks, his hand shaking somewhat as he holds the gun to my head. No ones ever gotten this close to ending my life. John,e on. Were on the same side here- Ill let you live long enough to leave Montreal. Everythings different now. I need his help. Please, John. I left her with him. Regret pounds between my ribs as I choke on my next words. Shes pregnant with my kid-and you- Then my voice cracks with outrage. You owe me! You put a gun to my head not five minutes ago. A ripple of anger runs through me. Can you fucking me me? You did fuck all to find out who killed Mike. He grits his teeth. I was busy trying to keep anyone else from being killed! Thats what this whole alliance was about, and now its gone to fucking hell! John, I dont fucking care. Beatrice is at that bar with Sal. I told her to trust him. Its like a bottomless pit just opened beneath my feet. He blows out his cheeks. Where exactly? At the Whale and Ale. Lets go. Tension rides my limbs as we burst out of the office. His wife swoops on John the moment we leave. Whats going on in there? Weve got to go deal with something. Maya, dont answer the door or ept any calls from anyone but me. She nches. Why? I cant get into it. Beatrice is waiting for us. Lets go! I scream, nerves frayed. I disregard the withering look thrown my way. My stomach is tied in knots over the colossal mistake I made. I trusted a man who used me like a gun. The balmy night feels suffocating, like a heavy fog settling deep in my lungs so that I cant exhale. Well take my car. I rip open the passenger door of his BMW and slide into the seat as Johnny sits beside me, mming his door shut. I hope you realize this doesnt change shit between us, Johnny says as he starts his car. How many fucking times did I tell you I had nothing to do with Mikes murder? My chest swells as we peel out of his driveway. You need me to clean up house. Sals a fucking parasite. I cannot believe I actually looked up to that man. Yellow light shes over Johnnys face. What did he say when hed send you on these jobs? He said they were requests from you. That if I wanted to get back in your good graces, I would do them and shut my mouth. Jesus FUCKING Christ! Ten fucking years Ive been working with this guy, and now I have to make an example out of him. All due respect, John, but hes mine.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?. Fuck you. Im the boss. If youre right, he murdered my brother. Silence swallows the echo of pain in hungry gaps. Johnny turns his head toward me slowly. He may have killed your brother, but- -But nothing! I have the right to put a bullet in his fucking head. I need him alive. Fucking bullshit. I need to know how big of a rat he is, and I need to be sure. How are you not sure? I worked with the man for ten fucking years! I need proof. I need to hear it from his own fucking mouth. A warning creeps into his voice. I mean it, Jack. #3 Chapter 57 ckness eats at my insides as we drive to Montreal, and I stare at the screen of my phone, filled with an ever-increasing mountain of dread. Shes not answering my texts. My heart seizes. Shes not replying back. Theres no way Sal couldve realized were on to him. Doubt hangs on his words like sickly syrup. Cant this fucking car go any faster? My back ms into the car seat as he throttles the engine. Tabarnak de calisse de criss de marde! Johnny lets out a volley of curses as he grinds to a halt. I open the door and leap out of his car before it stops. A brief glimpse of the sign-a whale and a pitcher of beer-before I crash my shoulder into the door. It flies open and smashes into a group of people, and angry male voices rise up around me. My eyes scan the packed bar, but I dont see my wifes blonde head anywhere. Is she here? Johnny joins me and I say nothing as I walk toward the back. The dread is like a wildfire, burning back logic. Please, please let her be here. But I know she wont be as I palm the door, hearing a small sucking noise as the door unsticks from the jamb. Nothing prepares me for the way my lungs crush at the sight of the empty room. NO! My hands grip the edge of the table, where theres a single pad of notebook paper and a pencil, and I flip the fucking thing over. It makes a huge noise, the aluminum crashing loudly into the cement floor. Where the fuck is she? Where did he take her? Shit. Johnnys shoes clip over the stone as he walks in and his eyes scan the ce. How the fuck did he know we were on to him? I dont know and I dont give a shit. My vision blurs as I walk back into the bar, scanning the crowd of heads for her and finding nothing. Blood churning, I walk toward the bar and lunge at the bartender steadily wiping a ss.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. What the fuck? Grabbing his arms, I lift him over the bar and m his face into the counter. Where the fuck is my wife? Ow! What the hell, man! Answer the fucking question. A set of furious blue eyes look at me under my palm as I grind his face into the counter. I dont know! He does. You know who the hell I am. Dont get cute with me, or Ill take you out back and youll have a real fucking problem. I seize his arm and twist it behind his back, applying enough pressure to make him scream. She left with that fat guy! Who? Sal! Did they say where they were going? The eyes narrow with incredulity. Of course not. Please, let me go! Fuck. What the hell is he doing? Why Beatrice? Killing my brother wasnt enough. He had to stab me in the heart just when I was finally getting my life together. He could be anywhere doing anything to her. I loosen my grip on the bartenders head, and the room spins slightly. I cant lose her. I love her. My lungs tighten so that I feel like Im breathing through a straw-images of my brothers body and Beatrices smiling face strike me like blows to my stomach. I crumple in on myself and gasp a desperate breath. A strong hand slides over my shoulder and anchors over my muscle, squeezing hard. Jack, well find her. I just dont know. I swear to Christ, well find her. What sort of state will she be in when we do? BEATRICE Waiting sucks. Ive never been a big fan. Doctor appointments, hair salons, really anywhere youre required to wait, I always loathed. Which is why Im usually glued to my smart phone in these situations to pass the time. But Id give anything right now-slit my wrists, donate a kidney-to know Jacks all right. I cant bide my time ying a goddamn game. My husbands out there, doing something insanely stupid. Kill a boss? You dont kill bosses or presidents lightly. There are consequences. Debts. We should have just left town. I stand up from the long table as Sals eyes follow me. Theres strain written all over his face. His shoulders roll forward and he seems boxed in. Tense. It does little to soothe my nerves. Jacks out there, alone. And hes just sitting there! Sal, why havent you called anyone? Jack might need help. #3 Chapter 58 He shifts his bulk, his eyes flicking away from me. What am I supposed to do, lead a fucking coup against our boss? Ill be shot for suggesting it. Dont act like this was his idea. It was his idea. You already betrayed your boss. Here. When you let Jack leave without a fight. A nasty smile stretches across his face. Youre a pretty ballsy woman to talk to me like that. Ohplease. What are you going to do, hit me? I have to keep reminding myself that these Mafia assholes have an ego the size of Quebec. He needs help. Sals eyes slide to mine. The look he throws me sends a spear through me. Sit down and shut up. My fists ball at the table as heat rises to my cheeks. Weakening, my knees buckle. Hes not allowed to talk to you like that. Jacks raw voice, unbidden, speaks in my ear as if he stands right beside me. What am I supposed to do? Kick his fucking ass. The voice and itsughter fade in my ear as courage quails. What the hell am I supposed to do? What can I do? Jack might not be able to handle this on his own, and if he cant? Well, then my baby grows up without a father. A cold shudder runs through my body. No. Jesus, what about Maya? That son of a bitch is her husband-Ipletely forgot! Shit.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. I stand back up and move around the table, heading for the door. One of the goons stationed at the door blocks my exit with his body. Get out of my way! Your husband wants you to stay put. Shut up, both of you! A merry tune fills the small room as Sal digs his hand into his trousers and pulls out his phone. Oh my God. I hold my breath. Sal, he answers in a clipped voice. Yeah, shes still here. What happened? Shit. Jesus. Yeah, were on our way! What happened? Sal ends the callboriously and pitying eyes focus on me. Looks like Jack got into a car ident before he could get to Johns house. My voice goes up at least one octave. What? Hes hurt pretty bad. We need to get to the hospital now. Jacks hurt, and this time its not just a sprained arm or a broken wrist. Its serious. A sob catches in my throat. My wavering voice screams at the men. Well, lets go! He nods to them and they step aside, letting me through the bar. Sal is close behind, huffing slightly as he keeps pace with me. I sprint outside, imagining a twisted wreck of smoking metal and mangled limbs. Oh God. How bad is it? I ask him, close to tears. Did they say? They didnt want to talk about it on the phone. Wheres your car? This way. I follow him to the Saturn parked out front. One of his goons opens the door for me and I slide in, twisting my hand in myp. Keep it together. Hes fine. Hes Jack-practically indestructible. My eyes start to sting. Hes hurt pretty bad, thats what Sal said. The car starts and I throttle back in my seat. Wheezing from the blow to my back, I think about the pain he must be in right now. My mind races, trying to find thest time I felt his lips on my skin. I think about the way my body sang when he pulled me over hisp that first time I saw him, and then I hate myself for this macabre rey of our rtionship. Have some fucking faith that Im all right. Buildings whisk by the window as we drive up the ramp to the highway. Which hospital is he at? Some ce northeast. I nod, hardly listening to his response. Then something jumps from the back of my brain and my heart starts pounding as if I snorted a line of coke. Wait-doesnt Johnny live downtown? Yeah. So why the fuck are we going the wrong way? The silence pricks my skin like needles. Where are we going? #3 Chapter 59 I told you-the hospital. Yeah, but- Shut the fuck up! Something is really wrong. Sal wipes his sweaty face with a huge hand as he drives, and the two guys behind him-my heart clenches painfully. Theyre cleaning their guns. Where are you taking me? Wheres Jack? Sals voice is too calm. Rx, were taking you to him. Forced calm washes over me, but the scenery outside makes my hackles rise again. Cut the bullshit-wheres Jack? A few seconds pass before Sal speaks again. Out killing Johnny, I hope. Hes not in an ident? Relief floods my veins when he shakes his head. The soothing wave evaporates when I realize he fucking tricked me. Fuck, biker sluts must be dumb, chimes a voice in the back. You dont catch on quick, do you? Fear pounds its way through my veins. Then what the hell are you doing with me-where are we going? To end this fucking thing. My blood runs cold at the sound of that. End this thing? My hands grapple the door, but were on the goddamn highway. I cant just jump out-plus, the baby. Your fucking funeral, Sal says with augh. A voice interrupts from the back. Boss, what the fuck are we doing? He looks into his rearview mirror to address the man behind me. Change of ns- What? You said we just had to wait for Jack to take care of Johnny. Shock reverberates inside my ribs. Whats going on? I dont think hes going to go through with it. He might. My phone rings in myp and I try to stifle the noise, but Sal leans over and crushes my hand in his. Joints pop as he twists the phone and wrenches it free, and then he looks at the screen. Its Jack. Hes calling me. He didnt do it. God fucking dammit! His meaty fist smashes into the dashboard and the car swerves, almost hitting the median. My scream hits the air, piercing our ears. SHUT THE FUCK UP OR ILL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF! My voice trembles into a quiet gasp as he slips the gun out of his coat and aims it at my face. You are going to fucking help me kill John, or youre dead. I raise my hands, heart pounding so loud that Im sure the whole car can hear it. I-I cant- Put your fucking hands down, now. Gripping the steering wheel, he tucks his gun back into his jacket as I lower my arms. Just shut the fuck up and dont make a scene. This is fucking serious. If Jack didnt do it then were fucked. Sal twists his head around to re at them. You think I didnt have another fucking n in case the asshole changed his mind? Jesus. What is it? His slippery smile is directed toward me. We use her. The winding road spirals up the hill, twisting around a forest of pines. My heart jackknifes in my chest when I realize where we are. Thepound. Home. My parents. The ce that shunned me. The ce thats going to bury me. Why the hell is he taking me here? The car doors metallic lock shines in the sunlight. All I have to do is wait for them to slow down enough during a bend in the road and open the door. Im not going to fucking walk in there like an animal led to ughter. Im not going to help kill Mayas husband, so you might as well kill me now.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Sal turns his head and smiles at me. I think youll change your tune soon enough. Fuck him. I throw my body against the door as I turn the handle just as the car slows down enough for me to jump out. The roar of the engine hits my ears as I bail, the earth mming into my side and knocking the air from my body. Fuck! A screech of car tires-the sound of pairs of feet, moving rapidly. Get up! The world spins as I roll down a ditch. My back ms against the trunk of a tall pine and needles cascade down my face. For a second I sit there, stunned that I just jumped out of a moving car. Then footsteps crash through the brush. #3 Chapter 60 I shoot up like a rabbit and fly into the dark woods. Tree branches whip me as I hurtle through the forest, desperate to get away. Where the fuck am I going? Ive no phone-no way to contact Jack and tell him where I am. Come back, you bitch! Salsbored breathing wheezes behind me and I dart away from him, but then a blur collides with my body and we crash heavily to the ground. I cry out in pain as one of the men lifts off me and grabs my hair, forcing me to kneel. I stare into the endless ck tunnel, and I wonder how a perfect, dark circle could bring me so much dread. The thumb moves up, cocking the gun. The metallic sound freezes my blood. Oh God, I dont want to die. One of these days, youre going to have to stand up for yourself. Jacks powerful voice booms in my ear, and my chest swells. Hes right. Ready to die, princess? With great effort I tear my eyes from the muzzle and stare at Sals impassive face. Youre not going to kill me. You need me. Listen, maybe we should get rid of the bitch and bring her body there. We could tell the MC Johnny sent his guys after her and get them on our side. Thats a stupid idea! I flinch as he digs the gun into my forehead. Oh yeah? Whys that? he sneers. The MC doesnt give a shit about me. He makes a shrugging motion. Fair point. Shell say whatever the fuck she wants to save her ass! Im not going to waste the only hostage I have. Get her up. Lets go. Rough hands seize under my arms and haul me upright as despair hits my chest like a mallet. Im sorry, Jack. I tried! How the hell are we going to get into thepound without them filling us with lead? A smirk creeps into Sals voice. Ive been in talks with the vice president for some time. Hes not happy with Jett. Bending over backward to appease the family made him a lot of enemies. I told him if he helped me get rid of John, Id help him whack Jett. The vice president? I try to dig up what I know about Reg, the lean biker with a midnight-ck, stubbly beard, streaks of gray peppering his dark head. Hes one of the guys who came into power after Mayas father was killed. And then what? You think theyre just going to let you skip out of there unharmed? Once Im boss, Ill cut the MC a better deal. Something thats way more fair. Theyd be fucking stupid to refuse me. Shit! A broad hand shoves my back and we stumble blindly back to the car. My brain whirs wildly, trying to think. Think! Nothing. My mind draws up a nk space of white. Sals round face looks back at me. Jesus, will you rx? Youll be fine. Johnny is the only one I want. Hes lying, Jacks voice whispers in my ear. Hes fucking lying. Fight! Do something! I cant do a damn thing with a gun at my back. Bide your time. Therell be an opportunity. Dont freeze up. I wont, I tell the voice. I wont. JACK Where the fuck is she? A scrawny man writhes in my grip like a cat until I m his back against the brick wall. Ive no idea who youre talking about! My WIFE! His head hits the wall with a dull thud and his hands fall from my wrist. A sh of irritation sears my body as his knees buckle and he drops to the street. He lies there, oddly still. I nudge him with my foot. Nothing. Fuck. Jack, what the hell are you doing? Johnny peers in the alley, his eyes widening at the man crumpled at my feet. Maudit, Jack! His hand wraps around my throat as he shoves me against the wall, snarling in my face. I know youre worried about your wife, but that does not mean you get to act like a fucking idiot. Im losing my fucking mind! Where the hell did he take her? He gives me onest shove and steps back from me, agitated. I dont know. I have no fucking clue what hes thinking.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. The unspoken question burns my eyes. Do you think shes dead? No, damn it. I cant let my mind linger on that for one second. If shes gone, Im not a father or a husband anymore. Im nothing but another soldier on the street. And I cant go back to that. Come on. He grips my arm and steers me to the door, rapping his knuckles on the metal frame. It opens, revealing the back room of Le Zinc. Its filled with only a few of Johnnys most trusted members, but I swallow a line of nausea as I look at them. Just have a seat and try not to fucking kill anyone. I slump down in a chair as voices scream in my head-mostly her voice, filled with pain. My throat constricts and I check my phone again as a wave of anguish pours over me. Nothing there either. #3 Chapter 61 Hushed voices surround me as they talk in somber tones. Its like Im on my fucking deathbed-or at my brothers funeral. Theres too much shit going on at once. Were at war with the Devils, and Sal conspired against the boss and took my wife. The family is fractured. Shes out there with that psychopath and I have no idea where she is. Shaking, I stand up from my seat and check my phone for the millionth time, willing myself to not crack the screen in my firm grip. Sals round, smiling rat face hovers in my vision, taunting me. I told her John was the devil, but he was. He killed Mike. Why? I just want to fucking hear it-I want him to fucking admit it through those foul lips. Take my wife and kid and get them the fuck out of the city. Johns voice booms out of nowhere, and I look back as he talks to the New Yorker. Dont let them out of your sight, Tommy. Im trusting you with my family. Dont let me down. I wont. Tommy shoots me a sympathetic look before walking out of the ce. His footsteps echo sharply in the small room before the door shuts behind him. John runs a hand through his hair, looking shaken. Where the fuck is Sal! Ive got the whole town in my pocket and no one knows where he is? I stand up suddenly as a jolt of electricity runs through me. What are you doing? I cant just fucking sit here, John. I have to do something. A cating hand held toward me only strokes the mes of rage. I hear you. No, you fucking dont! Then my phone rings, cutting across the room. Its Beatrices number. I almost drop the phone in shock. Everyone shut the fuck up! Trembling, I ept the call and hold the hot metal to my ear. A feminine voice breathes through the speaker. My heart tightens and releases. Hon, is that you? Jack! Where the hell are you? Are you hurt? Cold wraps around my guts like a fist as a deep male voice reces hers. Not yet. Johnny leans forward, excitement widening his eyes. I want to scream at that cool, detached voice. Fuck you. Fuck your mothers rat-infested twat. Im going to find you and rip you apart. What are you doing, Sal? Getting what I want. The chair knocks to the floor and suddenly Im standing upright, blood pounding in my ears. Dont you fucking dare! I want Johnny dead. If hes still alive, bring him to the MCpound, and Ill give back your little biker bitch. Rage. Ive never been this pissed in my life, never felt my brain squeezed like this, as though it were in a vise. After Johnnys dead, then what? You be boss? Are you a fucking lunatic? They can fall in line or die. I dont give a shit. Be here in three hours, or your wifes pretty brains will decorate this wall. A stream of curses runs from my mouth, reverberating in my head like a stereo imnted in my brain. I dont even hear him hang up, just the roar of everything else. A hand grasps my shoulder and arm, shaking me. Whatd he say? Jack! Its as though theres a parasite lodged in my heart, sapping energy while growing with a poisonous throb. It hurts. Ive never hurt this fucking bad in my life, even when Mike died. Even if I could, Id never walk out of there breathing. Thats a fucking fact. John grabs the back of my neck, squeezing hard. Tell me. Hes at the MC. Which MC? Goddamn it, Jack- The Devils. He wants me to bring you there. He wants you dead. The room breaks with thatst sentence, the tension snapped like a guitar string. We should have never trusted those biker pieces of shit! I keep speaking in a monotone voice. I have a few hours to bring him John, or hell kill my wife. Thatst sentence hangs in the air like an obscene phrase. Its too horrible to contemte. Biker daughter or not, shes still my wife. A fellow wise guy going after his brothers wife? There are lines that are never crossed in the life. Sal took a piss on that line and lit it on fire. Hes trashing everything we believe in. No fucking way will anyone willingly work for him. So thats how he wants to y? Johnnys eyes are overwrought as menace creeps into his voice. That goddamn moron wont know what hit him. That ce is surrounded by reinforced concrete, John. How the fuck are we getting in there? By giving him what he wants. Me. What? A manic grin stretches Johnnys face. And maybe a peace offering. Other voices chime in with ideas, and my heart pounds harder when I realize what Johnny means to do. Sals mine, I tell the room of people. Touch him and youll have to answer to me. And when I get ahold of him, therell be no mercy.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org. * * * #3 Chapter 62 Johnnys heavy weight slumps over my shoulder as I carry him in a firemans lift. The floodlights of thepound bathe us in light. I let his body tumble from my arms to hit the ground hard, and he lets out a painful wheeze, rolling on his back. His gasps fill the night sky as the light washes over his wounds. I had to knock him around a few times to make him look fucked up. I wont say that a part of me didnt enjoy it a little. His hands are bound behind his back with a zip tie, carefully filed down so that a bit of pressure will release him. God, I hope this works. A man appears on the battlements of the fortress. Someone I dont recognize. You brought him. His smooth voice holds an inflection of surprise. Where is Sal? Im aware of the automatic guns trained on my chest right now.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. Hes inside with your wife. I cant wait until I can wipe that smile from your face. I cant fight the tremble in my voice. I want to see her. A frown tightens his face. She should have never been given to you. You didnt deserve her. I bristle as the door rolls open only wide enough to admit a stream of bikers outside. They surround me, ignoring the truck I arrived in. Two of them pick up Johnnys body and drag him across the dirt. A fierce poke to my back prompts me forward. A small crowd of bikers stands in the courtyard, their postures menacing. They frisk me and take my concealed guns. I feel the loss with a small twinge of anger. Johnnys sprawled body lies in the dirt and I see the biker who spoke to me slowly descending the staircase from the wall. Where the fuck is the president? My name is Reg. Im president now. Fuckhead. The cocky asshole stops a foot in front of me and then recognition slowly worms into my mind. He was the VP-a guy I barely knew. Wheres Jett? He points to a distance about fifty meters away, to a huddled mass curled on the ground. Blood stains his leather cut. It looks like theres a hole blown right in the middle of it. Jesus. He deserved to die the moment he handed over one of our own like amon whore. My insides knot. Wheres my fucking wife? An impish smile creeps over his lips. Why should I give her back to you? Maybe youll find out why after I shove my fist up your ass. A gun ms into my back, the dull pain cracking over my bones as Regughs his ass off. Rx. We owe our friend here a great debt for bringing us the Cravotta boss. He jerks his head and the doors of the clubhouse open. A slim, blonde woman stumbles out and a huge weight lifts from my shoulders. Beatrice. Shes okay. Her hair spills over her shoulders like liquid gold and I hear her delicate cries from across the courtyard. My senses me into overdrive. Jack! Hearing the desperate cry from her lips feels like a hand reaching between my ribs and yanking. I stride forward to bring her into my arms, to soothe that ache in my chest. An arm catches me. Whoa, Reg says. Slow down. Were not done here. Id like to take the arm stopping me from holding my wife and rip it off. What are you talking about? He cocks his head. Whats with the truck? Truck? Jesus, I almost forgot. Its a peace offering. That thing is stacked with the arms we were going to sell to the MC. Reg eyes me like a shark. Let me get this straight. I help Sal hide your woman from you, and you give me a gift? His boots scrape at the dirt as he prowls around Johnnys limp body. A motion with his hand makes them prop him up to a sitting position. His head lolls on his shoulder and Regs palm ps him. Johnnys eyes open dramatically. Do you take me for a fucking idiot? Let me guess, its loaded with your men or a bomb. Wrong, I say, fighting to keep my voice even. Send out your men to check it if you think Im lying. It has to be rigged to blow. A growl rumbles my chest. If you think Id risk my wifes life like that, youre a fucking moron. He yanks the gun from his side and grabs the scruff of my neck, burying the muzzle in my flesh. Beatrice cries out, and then I see Sal behind her, yanking her back. Take your fucking hands off her. His breath billows over my cheeks. Youre pretty fucking brave to call me a moron. Dont fuck this up, Jack. Theres nothing in there thatll hurt anyone in this MC. That, at least, was perfectly true. I force myself not to make eye contact with Johnny. Fuck, we have to speed this up. Regs dark eyes scan me, and he smiles. Go, he says to the bikers clustered at the gate. Search it. Check for false walls-everything. A few tense minutes pass in the courtyard, and my eyes find Beatrice, who stands just within reach of the man responsible for making my life a living hell. The n runs through my mind, but I dont give a fuck about killing bikers. #3 Chapter 63 I just want her. Prez! one of them shouts, minutester. Everything looks good. Tons of ammunition in there. Regs smile widens. Well, well, well. Drive it in. Yes. The headlights of the truck illuminate the packed earth, casting deep shadows over its grooves. The engine growls and the wheels crack the ground. The head of the truck passes the gate. Then with a loud whine and a violent shudder, the engine stalls. It stops. This is it. What the fuck happened? Confused, Reg takes a step forward and Johnnys eyes open, wide and alert. His hands twist behind his back. They break free of the zip tie. A speeding ck mass howls toward the fortress, and the loud roar confuses them. What the fuck did you do? He whirls around as the car smashes through the gate, past the stalled truck. Another one follows it, and muzzles sh like fireworks in the dark. I hurl myself to the ground as Johnny slips the de from his sleeve and shes at the heels of the man standing behind him. The bikers fire back at the two cars, windows exploding. I help John tackle the man and we wrestle the gun from his hand. Pop-pop. Two gunshots to his temple silence him immediately. I seize the gun strapped to his ankle, and bullets pepper the ground next to me. Wheres Beatrice? Shes gone, disappeared in the chaos. Probably with that rat, Sal. Fuck. The guys in the cars are pinned. Blood streaks down into little puddles. I grit my teeth as screams erupt around me and sprint around the clubhouse for cover. I grab the back of Johnnys jacket and yank him around the corner. This is fucking crazy. Behind Johnnys back, theres movement. I raise my hand and fire, and a biker drops his gun, dead. Johnny ps my shoulder in thanks. I need to find her. A stream of men pours out of the clubhouse, and for a moment it looks like its going to be a ughter. They aim their guns, firing at the backs of their own brothers. What the fuck? A wry grin crawls over Johns face. Sals not the only one with deep ties to the MC. Lets go find your wife. I tten myself against the wall and use the butt of my pistol to smash a window. The ss sticks out in jagged pieces and I climb carefully into a darkened bedroom. Thank God its empty. Johnny climbs in after me andnds with a soft thump. Our footsteps creak on the floorboards. We just have to check room by room. Hes here somewhere. My hand finds the doorknob in the dark and I twist it open. I burst out, turning left as I aim my gun down the hallway. Johnny turns to the right. Clear. We inch down the hall, kicking open another door that holds a group of frightened children. One look at their tearstained faces brings a swell of rage for the MC. I m the door shut, knowing that its a matter of time before well open a door and someone will be ready for us. Heart rate jacked, I palm open a door and feel a rush of air. A scream of pain explodes in my ear and I fire into the direction of the sounds. A biker holding a rifle slumps over on the upturned bucket and crashes to the ground. Fuck! Shit. Johnny! He clutches his shoulder, eyes screwed up in pain as the hand holding his gun falls limp at his side. Shot. Fuck! No, no, no!Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. I throw Johnnys arm over my shoulder and drag him to the closest empty room, depositing him on a bed. His suit is wet with blood and a trickle of red pours out of his sleeve. Fucking bastard got me. I grab the sheets from the bed and tear at them with my knife. Itll be all right. Looks like it went right through. Putain. He hisses in pain as I peel away his suit and knife away his shirt. A dark hole floods with blood in the meat of his shoulder. I look around his back and see the exit wound. My wifes going to fucking kill me. The mention of his wife reminds me of mine, still lost-still in the grasp of that psycho. I wrap the sheet around his shoulder, looping it under his arm and tying a tight knot so that he winces in pain. Okay. Stay here. Fuck that, he growls. Im not going to just sit here. Boss, youre hurt. Stay put. We cant survive if you die. He stands up, his color dulled. Something more than pain swirls in his eyes. I never wanted Mike dead. I would never do that to one of my own. Its the closest Ill ever get to, Im sorry. I know. Im sorry I didnt believe you. I turn away from him and open the door, getting onest look of him sitting down on the mattress, giving me a stiff nod. Then I close it behind me and I run into a thick body. We collide, and my gun flies from my hand. Then I notice that ck-bearded face-that fucking asshole who taunted me in the courtyard. Reg. I tackle him before he can recover, his back mming into the wall. His knee hits my guts and I let go, winded. Then a sharp elbow strikes my back and Im knocked down. My body sprawls as pain radiates from both sides, then I lunge for my handgun. It scrapes on the wood. Regs legs straddle me, and then I twist around. BAM! ck pools widen with shock as his huge hands clutch his stomach. I pick myself up, enjoying the sight of the biker writhing on the floor, hand on his bleeding guts. What the fuck did you say to me? I didnt deserve Beatrice? He mouths something incoherent. #3 Chapter 64 Fuck you. I kick his hands away from his stomach and I press down on his gunshot wound with my foot. Screams tear through the distant rat-tat-at of gunfire outside. I would kill him, but I need to save every round for Sal. Blood spurts from his mouth, and then I know he isnt long for this world anyway. Better to let the fucking prick die a slow death. I step over his body, eyes scanning the deserted club. Where the fuck is he? I look through windows, and then I see shadows in the presidents office. Vito and Tim stand outside as sentries. Bingo. Theyre Sals men. I suck in breath as I raise my gun, visualizing the attack in my head. Two shots in quick session. My chest detes as I exhale. Shots ring out in the clubhouse-too fast for them to react. They slump down dead as red paints the walls behind them. I make a beeline for the door and wipe my palms on my cks, sucking in air. Aim and fire. Do it quickly. Dont hesitate. Shes too important. I kick open the door, and her scream sends a frenzy through my system. Beatrice is thrust in front of me, that fat fuck hiding behind her like a coward. Ill fucking kill her. Not another step. He grabs her hair like a ponytail and yanks her backward so that she sits on hisp, his pistol buried in her neck. Jack! Christ, I cant bear the sound of her crying, so I force myself to look into that rat bastards eyes. My gun hovers, trembling. Why? For years I depended on him. Trusted him. He was like a second father to me-a guy who always had my back. Why would he betray everything he had built with me? Why what? Why did you kill him? He was my brother. Everyone loved him. Sal looks back at me, his face infused with rage. I needed to create a reason for you to hate Johnny. It was nothing personal. Nothing personal. Theres nothing but detachment in his voice. Just business. No big deal. I almost fire a bullet into his fucking brain right then. You ruined my life.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Jack, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Your brother was paralyzed-he didnt even want to live. The guys who did it said he didnt even struggle- DONT LIE TO ME! His round face wrinkles as he adopts a stricken tone. I needed Johnny to go. Look at what hes done to this family. He made peace with these fucking savages after what they did to your brother. Hes weak. Im still putting it together, seething with rage. I have to find out every detail. I need to know the depths of his treachery. You tried to have me killed at that arms deal, didnt you? I recall how they aimed at me and fired. They werent supposed to touch you. I just wanted to start a war to pull John in different directions. A vicious hatred churns in my guts. Then you had theme after my wife. He shrugs remorselessly. I needed to give your ass a kick to go after John. And it worked. You are one sick son of a bitch. When I get my hands on you- Beatrice cries out as he digs the metal into her flesh. Put the gun down. Ill pull the trigger right now. Theres nothing stopping me. Its over. You lost. For the first time, Sal looks angry. His face burns a deep red. Not yet! I just put a bullet in the new presidents stomach. Miserable cocksucker! He grips her neck and she makes a sputtering sound. Have you any fucking idea what I would have done for the family? You wouldve been promoted-I was going to make you underboss! Like I give a fuck about being yourpdog. Youre just a fucking snake, too cowardly to get rid of John yourself. Beatrices hands roll something in the waistband of her jeans, and I see a glint of silver. No, dont! Her blue eyes ze at me. Put the fucking gun down! I sy my hands, lowering my body slowly as I let the gun dangle in my hand. She screams, and Sal adjusts his grip on her neck to muffle the sound, but she twists in his arms. AH! The gun slips from her neck as she buries the switchde in his belly. Bright red spills over her hand as she pulls out the knife and stabs him again and again. Shock paralyzes me for a moment. Then I lunge at the arm holding the gun and it fires. The bullet lodges into a picture frame. Even though Sals got a fucking knife sticking out of his stomach, hes still strong. Heavy blows smash across my jaw, but I dig my thumbs into his eyes until he screams. Beatrice holds my gun, aiming at him. I grab her skinny wrist and aim at his head. FUCK! One pull of the trigger cracks open Sals head. A dark-red stain paints the wall as he slides down to our feet, dead. Jesus Christ. #3 Chapter 65 Beatrice makes a whimpering sound, and Im still worked up into a frenzy. Its still not real. What the fuck were you thinking? I scream at her pale face. You almost got killed! I had to do something, she says, looking at her bright-red hands in shock. I couldnt just sit there. Her smooth skin glides under my hands as I take her head, my chest ballooning with gratefulness. What would I have done without you? If she died because of me, I dont think there would ever be any getting out of the hole Id fall into. Those rosebud lips tremble. I love you. I bend my face, forgetting that theres a fucking war outside. I need to soothe the horrifying ache in my chest. She almost died. The woman I love almost lost her life and our babys life. I barely touch her, the relief pouring into me so painful that I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I inhale deeply, steeling myself as I thread my hand through her gorgeous hair. She gasps as I yank hard. Never, ever do that again. I want to take her right now-teach her a goddamn lesson. I know its fucking crazy, but my dick jumps at the thought of taking her in this club. A tear slides down her face. Im sorry. The sadness choking her throat makes me break, and I pull her into my arms, certain that Ill never let go of her. The fog from the shower clouds the ss, but I watch the shadow of her figure move like an erotic private show. Even when my body is scored with cuts and bruises and I feel like copsing over my bed, fucking my wife still consumes my thoughts. My hand strays to my cock, which grows ufortably hard beneath my briefs. I slide them off and pull off my shirt, and then I step to the shower door and grasp the handle. Steam rolls out of the shower as I open the door, revealing Beatrices wet, naked curves. My cock makes an impatient twitch and I join her. Her blonde hair darkens under the water, making her skin glow as she stands under the hot stream. Her lips pull into a small, tired smile. Small hands reach around my waist and pull me against her. I hold her as my heart tightens and releases in a way Ive never felt before. She soaps my back and I let her wash me. Her hands curl around my balls and glide up my shaft. My cock hardens under her grip and she gives me a sly grin. We need to talk about what happened. The smile ying on her face falters. What about it? You risked your life. My hands slide from the curve of her back to the gentle slope of her stomach and those beautiful tits. I seize her nipples and pinch hard. You said you would listen to every word I said. You didnt listen. You were fucking reckless. Beatrice flinches at my tone. What was I supposed to do, just let him kill you? It wouldnt have gone down like that. Were having a baby, I growl, my nails biting into her nipples. She exhales a sigh that makes my dick throb as my hands caress her tits, moving back down under her ass to lift her in my arms. I brace her back against the ss. You cant risk that life inside you for anything. Do you fucking understand? She res at me steadily. No, she doesnt. I catch her bottom lip between my teeth and I bite down. Then I move my iron-stiff cock right between her legs, rubbing her clit. She moans in between kissing me back. Your job is to raise my kids. Mine is to provide and keep you safe. I-I know. The length of me slides along her pussy and ecstasy hits me like a live wire. Fuck, Ill always need her pussy. Over her shoulder I catch a glimpse of that smoking-hot tattoo. Property of Jack. You know damn well. My hand rips over her ass, blood rushing to her skin as the sound cracks the air. Why cant you be sweet with me? she says with a sigh. My heart wants to. I want to carry her in my arms andy her down on my bed. I want to make love to her, and not fuck her hard like I need to. I cant give you what you want when you dont behave. My lips crush against hers in a long, deep kiss. Her eyes dance when I pull back, her chest burning red. I love you.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. She keeps saying that as her defense. It pulls at my heart and pisses me off at the same time. I love her, too. Thats why I need to show her whos boss. Her eyes widen when I push my hips, the head of my cock spreading her open slightly. Remember the rules? Yes. Youre not going toe until I want you to. A bit of pressure opens up her pussy, the lips guiding my cock inside as a moan shudders through the stream of water. Its incredibly hot to see myself buried balls deep. The marks I made earlier today shine in angry red blotches all over her tits. I keep my dick anchored inside her as I grind her. Her heart beats against my chest as I crush her body, kissing her neck. Theres another part of your job I forgot to mention. Can you guess what it is? Beatrice utters an iprehensible moan. Its to spread those beautiful legs for your husband, whenever he wants. I pull back, watching as the vein on my cock throbs. Your job is to take my cock and milk me dry. She cries out as I slowly sink back inside her. Her lips seek me out, but I hold her head straight. I want her desperate. My tongue runs over her neck and I bite down. She gasps at the sudden sting and then sighs in relief when I wet her with my tongue. Yes, I want it! I really lucked out getting such a horny wife. Then I reach down and massage that swollen clit, pinching it tight as her slick walls clench my dick, wanting more of me. I slide out, even though its torture. I know you do, I say in a chuckle, ramming her hard again. Im not going to stoping inside that sweet cunt until I have enough kids to satisfy me. And even then itll be hard not to fuck her bareback, to feel her raw pussy gripping my cock. Goddamn, it makes me so fucking worked up to think that I knocked her up. All those nights in Vegas when we were trying to have a baby. She wanted it so fucking badly that shed cry when the tests were negative. Every goddamn day she was begging for my cum. It was some of the hottest sex Ive ever had, and I want it again. I want it over and over. And I want a family-a big family. Even though I know shes pregnant, the urge to fill her up consumes me like a fire, eating away at my flesh. I need her. I need this fucking hot body to be mine. #3 Chapter 66 My balls p against her wetly as I pound her against the ss. The water washes away some of the lubrication, and it hurts, but it also feels really damn good. Especially when she ws my shoulders. Jack! Can Ie? Please? I slow down and pull out of her, even though I want to drive right back in. No. Then I let her down, my cock screaming for release. I kneel at her feet and spread her legs apart. With my head right under her pussy, I use my thumbs to spread her lips apart and then I stroke that jeweled nub with my tongue. Jack! Oh God! I reach back and lick her silky pussy as water heats my body. Her taste fills my mouth and I drink greedily like a man starved of thirst. I close my mouth around her and suck, feeling her muscles quivering around my tongue. It buries inside her until my nose smashes her cunt, and then I pull back, flicking her clit. Oh Jesus, Jack! Man, it turns me on to hear her scream my name. It rebounds sharply off the tiles, as well as the swift p across her ass. I spread her apart again, loving how flushed she is and the way she digs her fingers into my hair, trying to yank me upright. Instead my finger slides into her soaking pussy and she grinds against me. I pull it out and curl my tongue in her wetness. She yanks hard. Fuck me, Jack. I ignore her. Im sorry for-for what I did, just please! I stand up before she can get thest words out. I dont believe you. Her wetshes blink at me intively and I draw her in. She presses her lips against mine, hungrily seeking out my tongue. Do you like tasting yourself? Yes. Dirty girl. She barely answers before crushing my lips again, her moans shuddering through my mouth. Please, she cries. I swear Ill never do it again. I hold her flushed face until she stills. No one will ever hurt you again. Then I grab her waist and spin her around, shoving her back down so that she nts both palms on the fogged ss. Her beautiful ass rises to me, the ck calligraphy winking at me: Property of Jack. I grab a fistful of her ass and p her. My palm stings with the force of the blow, and I watch as my handprint sears over her skin. My cock pounds with an ache, the head dripping as I pull her cheeks apart and dive into her warmth. She throws her golden head back and buckles against my thrusts. My eyes devour every inch of her body. Theres not a part of her that I dont like. Everything, from the shape of her pink nipples to the mound of her pussy, to the way her ass jiggles when I fuck her from behind. Her walls feel like smooth silk, tightening over my cock. They pull at me, and I dive back in. Her breath cuts off with every stroke. High cries hit the ceiling as I lean in, grabbing her swaying tits. I p Property of Jack, loving her for getting that tattoo. I love you! Goddamn it. Ive heard it from other women before, of course, but it never gave me a thrill like it does now. Never wanted to say it back. Come, baby. Do it for me. She lets out a whine and bucks against me. My balls p her hard enough to hurt me and then I keep my dick lodged inside her. Convulsions ride like a wave along my cock, and she grinds me with a long moan that makes my dick pulse. Blonde hair twists around my hand as I pull her head, making her arch into that elegant slope. The need burns with hotter mes and its so fucking hot in the shower. The blistering heat beats on my back, heightening every sensation until I feel drunk. I yank her, she bounces off my hips, and the pressure builds-then all of a sudden I feel the release. Its pure gold. Ecstasy. Tension leaves my body as my cock swells inside her, iming her body as mine. I feel the burst, the sweet release of pressure. Then her pussy feels warm and wet, and I keep digging my cock in, pushing my cum deep as Im driven by instinct. My cock twitches, the sensation gripping my thigh. Breathing hard, I reach back and dial down the heat. She stands up and lies against the ss wall with her forearms,pletely exhausted. My arm curls around her waist and she turns, her freckles burning. I love you, too. BEATRICE Walk to Papa! My cousin grips my babys chubby hands for bnce as he walks on shaky feet. Jack kneels on charcoal-gray cks in the middle of Johnnys living room, his hands outstretched toward his son. Go on. Walk! Michael turns his head toward my voice and stumbles toward me. Mama! A smile pulls at my lips as my baby boys face wrinkles with a smile. No, papa! Go to papa! Come, Jack says in a stronger voice. The one-year-old totters faster, Maya holding on to his hands until we cheer. Michael squeals with delight as his father takes him in his arms and kisses his cheek. A warm glow fills my chest when Jack cradles our son, a brilliant smile on his face. Mama! A two-year-old boy with thick, dark-brown curls runs from Johnnys legs and tugs on his mothers skirt. What is it? His eyes ze with tears as he looks at the baby receiving all the attention. Maya gives me a knowing grin. Aw, hes jealous. Come here, Matteo. The shy toddler walks to me with urging from his mother, Go to your zia, and I hoist him in my arms. He ys with my shirt and I smile at Johnny, who stands across the room. Only a year ago he wouldnt let me touch his son. Now hes godfather to Michael. My life feels like a dream. Every day I wake up, expecting them all to vanish, but Im still just as happy as I was the day before. Lets go outside. Foods ready! Jack follows Johnny through the living room, but Maya stops for a second, her hand still over her swollen belly. What is it? Just kicking. Relief floods my cousins face as we continue walking to the patio outside, where a charcoal grill hisses with sausage links and hamburgers. I watch them interact outside, marveling at the change between them. Ever since that night at the clubhouse, things have been different. Johnny warmed up to both of us and started inviting me over when everything cooled down. Thinking about the MC sends a dart of pain in my heart. For months its been like walking on pins and needles. The president, Reg, somehow survived and there was a violent reshuffling in the leadership of the mob. Traitors had to be dealt with. Jack doesnt tell me much about it. The first few months were the worst, when I was holed up in a safe house with Maya. Then there was the stress of the indictments for the Trudeau heist, and then finally the Mafia and the MC hammered out a truce to stop the CSIS investigation in its tracks. Again. Who knows how long itllst. My parents. Cousins. Theyre still at the fortress. The ce I used to call home is closed to me forever. The sadness gripping me brightens when Matteo grabs a chunk of my hair and tugs sharply. The frown on his pudgy face makes me burst intoughter.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org. All right. All right. I hand off Matteo to his mother, who buckles him into the child seat around the patio table. Sausages need a couple more minutes, Johnny says. Jack wanders the yard and finally stops at my side, sliding an arm around my waist as he nts a kiss on my cheek. Did we make a beautiful kid, or what? Heat slowly rises up my spine when he squeezes me and I stare into Michaels deep-brown eyes. Theyre exactly the same shape as his fathers. Babe, I invited your parents over for dinner next week. What? A mischievous grin spreads over his handsome face as he quickly looks behind him. Johnny doesnt have to know. Tears prick my eyes. Theyre reallying? Yeah. I figure its about time I meet them. A soaring feeling fills my chest. I cant believe youd do that for me. Of course I would. I love you. His arm pulls me tight and suddenly the world shines a lot brighter. The warmth of the sun seeps into my skin until I can feel my mood lifting. I share onest look with the man who gave me everything, and then we lose ourselves in another kiss. # 4鈥揅hapter 1 CLAIRE Admiring nces from men follow me as I walk through the uncoordinated mess of this casino. A small thrill runs up my spine when I see a pair of hot eyes quickly nce away. I feel them on my back, slowly stripping me away. Im dressed in the same uniform that the employees wear-a tight ck dress that restricts movement but allows my tits stand out. I think about how it would feel to have this fucking dress ripped from my body and all those admiring gazes fixed on me. Damn, that would be hot. The seductive, heady scent of cologne clings to the air and I shiver as if a draft moved across my bare skin. Stay focused. But I cant. This casino reminds me of sex. It reminds me of how long Ive been working. Its been night after night without reprieve, struggling to earn a lousy fifty dors just to pay the bills that somehow keep stacking up no matter what I do. Life as an orphan is fucking hard, but what preupies my mind now isnt bills or the job Im supposed to do-I think about wet lips on my neck. I want one of these rich assholes in suits, the ones who openly stare at me, to wrap a strong arm around my waist and whisper filthy things in my ear. Something very forward that will make me want to p him, want to kiss him, want to feel his hands all over my body and twist my nipples that are hard as diamonds now. Stop thinking about sex. I cant. The one-night stand from a month ago was seriouslycking, and I havent been able to date since then because of my crazy schedule. The dildo I have stashed in my underwear drawer (clich, I know) just doesnt cut it anymore. I imagine every halfway decent-looking guy I see naked. How big is his cock? Will he fuck me the way I want, or is he like most men these days, too afraid to make the first move? God, I need to getid, but not tonight. Tonights about work. Its always about work. Despair clutches my throat like an angry hand, squeezing. I shove it away. Work, damn it. Right. Work. I belly up to the bar, and the bartenders keen eyes zero in on me. Who the hell are you? Im filling in for Emily. Poor Emily will probably lose her job once the casino finds out she let me bribe her to stay at home. A twinge of guilt nags at me. Do you have experience in the VIP poker rooms? Ive never actually been in a casino. Of course. Doubt narrows his eyebrows when he hears my flippant tone. Whatever. I dont have time for this shit. Take this tray and go. The harassed look on his face sends a jolt of unease through my heart. I dont like the way his eyes slip from my face-how eager he is to hand me off. Then I steel my guts and palm the tray of drinks, slipping into my role. I get hiring a private investigator to catch your cheating husband red-handed, or in this case, to catch him gambling with cash from the couples restaurant business, but I dont like doing it. Being the one who has to gather the evidence sucks. Im d that Phil, my boss, actually sits down with them and breaks the news to them, and not me. I know he keeps a stack of tissue boxes in his office just for that inevitable moment when he spreads the photographs over the table, the damning contents staring the client in the face. Then, a catch of breath, breaking into heartrending sobs. I hear that noise all the time outside his office door. Its a nasty business. The tray bnces precariously in my hand as I move in this constricting dress that wraps around me like bandages. As I approach the VIP lounge, the guards eyes flick up and down my body and he gives me a curt nod. Once I pass through the door, opened for me by the heavyset guard, a shiver of panic runs up my leg. A room filled with cigar smoke. One poker table. Six yers in a high-stakes game. I spot the target, sitting right there, wedged between a man with horn-rimmed spectacles and a Japanese businessman. I scan the room, the drinks heavy on my hand. There are guards behind me-and two lounging in the back. Hitching a bright smile on my face, I lock eyes with the target, whose crumpled face rxes when he sees the pretty girl smiling at him. In and out. Get the shot and leave. The contents of the drinks sway dangerously as I bend over the poker table, making sure the hidden camera catches the pile of cash sitting right beside his folded hands. The air is really still-tense. I take shallow breaths as every head in the room turns toward me. I grab his drink from the tray as my heart pounds and set it down. Suddenly my insides go rigid as if a hand reached inside me and clenched my guts. My eyes flick up. A man wearing a navy-blue suit stares at me with such an intense gaze that Im surprised I didnt feel it. Across the room he folds his arms over his chest and a dimpled grin widens his handsome face. Heat slowly burns my cheeks. I dont think about how his smile makes a row of goose bumps sprout on my back, or his high cheekbones and the satiny ck hair falling around his face, or how I feel a wave of desire across my abdomen. He looks like those perfect guys you see in fashion magazine spreads-thatzy, haphazard perfection that makes you trace their images with longing. And hes staring right at me. He fucking wants me. Excitement flutters in my stomach, almost immediately doused with cold water. Theres a guy I would be perfectly willing to go home with, a guy who looks like hes dynamite in bed just from the confidence zing from that unrelenting stare. A guy I absolutely cant go out with because hes obviously an employee here. I cant help but think this must be a fucking cosmic joke. Thanks. The targets voice tears my attention from the hottie eye-fucking me across the room. He tips me, and I take the folded cash, slipping it under my strap. The poor bastard has no idea his wife set him up. Whatever. Its easy money and I happen to be pretty good at it. In a couple seconds Ill be out the door. Job well done. Except that guy keeps watching me. His hot gaze follows me as I set the drinks down, nearly unbncing the whole fucking tray as I try to move my hand to adjust to the weight. Fuck.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Another round? What about you, sir? The dealers voice fades as I walk with the tray of mostly empty sses. I just need to get out of here. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the man take a few purposeful strides toward me-oh shit. Dont even look at him. Just keep walking. Rough fingers curl around my free wrist, and I stop in my tracks. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast. A rich voice falls over my ears as he tightens his grip around me. My heart pounds in my throat as I face the man, who looks too handsome to be real, his features too perfect, like a ser star or a Hollywood celebrity. I try to focus on the fine details of his slim-cut suit, and then he smiles, revealing a row of white but slightly uneven teeth. It only increases his sex appeal-those little imperfections. Intensity radiates from his eyes and warmth slips down my throat like a hot drop. Did you need something, sir? My voicees out all wrong-reedy. The smile tightens. My drink. He plucks the small ss from my tray, the shot of vodka, and he raises it to his lips. I watch it as if in slow motion as he tips it back, his hot eyes all over me, and pours the drink down his throat. His Adams apple bobs and his lips shine with a little bit of wetness, and I feel a line of desire from my breasts all the way down between my legs. Jesus, hes gorgeous. You new? he says, setting the empty ss on the tray. Im filling in for Emily. Shes sick. The rough pad of his thumb strokes my wrist. I think about that longer than I should, and my heart thuds against my chest. I should be getting the fuck out of here. Thats funny. I didnt get a call from her. I let out a pathetic sound. Something that sounds like a heh. Oh God. # 4鈥揅hapter 2 His face darkens, lust swimming in those ck pools. Whats your name? ire, I say immediately. ire? ire? Youre not supposed to tell him your real fucking name! For a moment I dont care. He still hasnt let go of my hand. For some bizarre reason, my mind brands an image in my skull: a lion with its jaws fastened around the neck of a gazelle. A smile staggers over his face and he slips his other hand in his jacket pocket, a crisp twenty between his fingers. I pull my hand away, but his fingers tighten around my wrist, locking me there, and now it feels different. Like hes intent on trapping me here. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He slides the twenty-dor bill over the swell of my breasts. Then he curves his finger along my flesh, grazing my sensitive skin as he sinks the note right between my tits. My gasp cuts the air as he shoves the money deep in there. I cant think-I cant speak. T-thanks. Hes touching my tits. My heart pounds so loud that Im sure the whole room can hear it. This is what I wanted-wasnt it? I wanted an asshole to grab me-to basically treat me like a quick, easy fuck. My body screams at the slightest touch of his hands on my bare skin. You need this. Ive never seen you before. I cant fuck him. I cant. Well, Im new. Jesus Christ, get your hand out of my tits before I lose my mind. He smiles, as though he thinks my response is amusing. Yeah, you said that. I think Id remember a pretty girl like you, though. God. He slides his fingers out of my cleavage, barely touching me, and then dimples curve into the sides of his mouth. My stomach does back flips. He has my full attention, and hes practically begging for mine, but something at the back of my head tells me to be careful. Pretty-he thinks Im pretty. Fuck me, please. His voice is like water rolling over rocks, smooth and gentle. I go over the new hires assigned to my VIP games. I dont remember you. For the first time I wonder who the hell this guy thinks he is. He cant detain me here just because he doesnt recognize me. Just let me go already. I tug at his grasp, but he holds me steady, his grin widening. Theres something about his slick smile that crawls under my skin. Lying to him is like reaching into a wolfs open jaw. Im supposed to be on the floor, but Emily asked me for a favor. He cocks his head. Where exactly? Whos your hiring manager? Damn it. This guy is too sharp. Make a joke. You want my phone number, too? His lets out a chuckle that sends a flight of butterflies up my stomach. Why dont you step into my office and we can finish this conversation privately? He strokes my inner wrist again and a me burns right beneath my skin. Im not sure thats a good idea, I say, precisely at the same time my mind screams, DO IT! He leans, his eyes shing. Maybe if we have time, Ill get your phone number. Holy shit. Did he just-proposition me for sex in his office? Maybe if we have time, Ill get your phone number. mes heat up my face as he takes the tray of drinks from me and sets it down. His thick arm curls around my waist, and then he spreads his fingers on my back and I feel each individual one as though they were tiny irons searing into my dress. He finds the slits between the fabric where my skin peeks through and strokes me. Oh fuck. Imagine that, all over my body, his rough hands grabbing my tits. Hed rather fuck me than interrogate me on my unexined presence in his poker room. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch the yers continue to y, blissfully ignoring us. A finger runs along my jaw, moving my head so that Im melting in his gaze again. My back hits the wall as he leans in, his arm still snug on my waist. An intoxicating scent wraps around me as my body crushes against his. I dont know what the hell to do with my hands. Im eyeing his lean waist, the light-blue shirt tucked into his cks, that mouthwatering bump between his legs. I want to grab him-feel him grow hard. I just want some piece of him in my hands, to feel the thick abdominal muscles, or his t, broad chest. You cant do this. Youve got to get out. What do you want? Id like to get you out of that tight little dress and fuck your brains out. Did he really just say that? Steam radiates from his body as he dips his hand, stroking my neck and ying with my shoulder strap. Im temporarily robbed of breath. How the hell do you respond to that? I-I have to- He cuts me off, his smooth voice infecting my body. Id like to give you a nice fat hickey right here. He brushes his thumb right over the swell of my breast. I imagine his tongue stroking me, his lips puckering as I dig my fingers into his hair. My mouth parts and Im seconds away from saying, Fuck it. His thumb caresses the circr hidden camera, and suddenly his expression turns stony. Oh shit. Fear eats away at desire, leaving me cold. What is this? His nails dig into my wrist, eyes shing. You a cop? Hell no. Thats a fucking camera. Who are you? Abort! I twist in his grip andunch myself toward the door, but he grabs my other hand and forces it behind my back. The sharp pain makes me cry out as he gathers both wrists in one hand and fists my hair with the other. Rage hits me square in the chest as I try to wrestle out of his grip, but then he twists my hands and Im struck with another slice of agony.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. A brief image of six poker yers standing in front of me shes in front of my vision before he marches me toward them and forces me over the table. The coarse felt rubs against my cheek, burning my skin. Let me go! His hand wrenches yet again, and electricity shoots up my arm. The seductive tone in his voice turns ck, and I wince as if every syble is a blow. Hes no longer pretending to be a smooth yer. Hes a brute, intent on wrestling the truth out of me. Who sent you? Let me guess-Detective Ross? Whats going on? I knew I was ying a dangerous game sneaking a camera into a casino, but, Jesus. Im not a cop. Youre wearing a fucking wire. I cant believe that Im about to get made by this hot asshole andpletely blow the job. My heart quickens as I try to think of some kind of excuse. Luc-is this necessary? A scandalized voice gives me hope. He pins me against the table like a child pins an insect to the wall. I feel as though hes going to pull my wings, and judging from the way hes manhandling me, he wouldnt give a shit about it. # 4鈥揅hapter 3 A stab of fear runs through me, but then his grip loosens and he leans over my back. I feel the strength of his thighs pressing against my legs and ass, and for a moment a wicked image of him fucking me, just like this while Im bent over the table, flits through my head. Not the fucking time. Dont make me hurt you. The grittiness in his voice startles me for a moment. Listen, asshole. I dont know who you think you are, but you cant do anything to me. Let me go, or Ill scream. You dont know where you are. I can hurt you and I will. His breath blows over my ear, and I shiver all over. What the fuck? Rough fingers slide between my cleavage and I bite my lip hard as a rush of warmth floods my face. He grasps the little camera and pulls so that the string of the device yanks out of my bodice. I cant see his face, but I imagine a smirk on him, and a rush of self-hatred consumes me. The recording equipment drops in front of my face, another blow that leaves me reeling. Phil will expect me to pay for the destroyed camera. My throat slowly closes and I feel Lucs hands on my waist suddenly. What-let me go! He ignores me, flipping my skirt over my back as a nervousughter scatters around me. Damn, you have a nice ass. My chest heats up as he actually palms one of my cheeks. Youre not going to talk? Fuck you! Then you deserve this.Cntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org Hes touching my ass! Oh my God, Im going to be- SMACK! I feel the burn spread across my ass dimly, too shocked to ept the fact that aplete stranger just spanked me in front of a group of men. They roar withughter. Let me go, or Ill scream! Go ahead, Ill gag you. I groan as he bends over my body, his weight pinning me down. You wanted to be a bad girl, didnt you? You put on this fucking ridiculous camera. What, you think youre Jane Bond? A strangled yell leaves my throat as his palm rips down on my flesh again, aggravating the burn. I twist around-Im going to kick that fucker in his balls-but hes too fucking strong. He pins me down again with one arm. Heughs at my futile attempts and kneads my ass, pinching it hard. Stop it-stop! Youe into my house with recording equipment. You should be d that youre a fine piece of ass, because most people dont get this treatment. Dont call me a- SLAP! The sound splits the air, cutting through the bellows ofughter around me. Its so fucking humiliating. He lets his palm linger over my skin, his fingers digging in a slight squeeze that sends a jolt through my pussy. Goddamn it, no. Do not get turned-on-dont give him the satisfaction. Are you a cop? No! Bullshit. I lunge forward, trying to avoid his blow, but he ms me against the felt and spanks me hard-twice for good measure. His thigh presses against my ass, and I swear that I can feel his cock kneading me. What would it be like if he just fucked me in front of this room full of men? Jesus Christ, get your mind out of the gutter! Are you ready to tell me the truth-or do you need another? I-Im not a cop. Im an assistant to a PI. My face burns hot. I was hired. To do what? Answer me. He grinds his fingers into my swollen flesh with a low growl and I wince in pain. I cant. Ill lose my job, and I need every cent to pay my cell phone bill. Another voice chimes in. She has to be a cop. What kind of PI sends his girl into a mob-controlled casino? Mob-controlled casino? My eyes widen. That means the man pinning me against the table is connected. Holy shit. My boss sent me here, knowing that if I got caught, Id be under the chopping block, not him. Fuck you, Phil. Yeah, Luc agrees. Shes full of shit. Someones wife wanted proof they were gambling. Thats it, I swear! A deep chuckle reverberates from his chest and I feel it through my back. Who? He lifts himself, allowing me to nce at the stunned group of men staring at me. My heart sinks as I point him out. Him. His name is Jean-Fran?ois. He lives at 743 Oak Grove Street. The targets face pales. Jesus. Shes right. A long sigh leaves Lucs chest. Dont worry, sir. Well destroy the footage on the tape. Then his voice darkens. And shell be punished. Punished? I straighten, heart hammering again, but he ttens me back over the table. Fuck you! Not yet, sweetheart. Chimes ofughter echo around me, heating my blood. Fuck these fucking fuckers. # 4鈥揅hapter 4 His finger slips under my thong and snaps it against my ass. What a tight ass. The purr in his voice sends a jolt of unexpected pleasure through my core, his hands still all over me. Good fucking God-how can you be turned-on right now? Mmmn. A fierce heat floods my cheeks as he gently strokes me, knowing hes giving them a full view. He snaps my underwear again, and it makes a loud sound. They bray like donkeys. I grit my teeth. He digs his hand in my hair and he turns my head, forcing me to look at the men crowded around me. Apologize to him. My chest heaving, I clench my teeth together. Go to hell. Their faces crinkle withughter, and Lucs teeth sh at me. Maybe instead of giving a video of him gambling, well send your boss a video of you getting spanked. Another wave of guffaws tenses my muscles. Just the thought gives me hives, but the heat of his palm distracts me as he strokes my ass. My guts twist with humiliation at the same time that my core clenches. Fuck that-Ill save it for myself. No, you wont! I roar, twisting myself around. He ms me back down. Apologize. No! A yell tears from my throat as his hand strikes my other cheek, the pain stinging hard. He rips his hand down-again and again-the blows knocking the anger out of me until I only feel humiliation. Somehow Im fucking turned-on, and even thats humiliating. Im sorry! I finally scream. See? That wasnt so hard. His tone brings another fresh wave of boiling heat up my throat, and then he soothes the burn spreading like hot little needles. He spreads his palm and strokes the smoldering flesh. My ass stings like a bitch, and tears cling to my eyshes that I cant wipe away. The massage is sensual-erotic. He grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes. Then he makes a guttural sound that makes my heart skip. Please. The hand disappears from my skin and my ears burn as the whole room explodes with sound, and my limbs shake as the harshughter rips apart every shred of dignity I have. He yanks me upright so that I fall against his chest, the dress falling back over my ass, and I take a good look at that piece of shits face. A wide grin stretches across, making his eyes sparkle. Hes having a good time. They all are. Something inside me snaps. I close my fist and throw my weight behind the punch, but he grabs my wrist a second before I hit his jaw. His eyes widen with amusement as I scream in frustration, and he yanks me before I can knee his balls. You fucking bastard! Easy, sweetheart. I fight him like an angry cat, trying to w and punch, but he seizes my other wrist and pins both behind my back easily. Then his mouth is at my neck, his lips dragging on my skin. A re of desire explodes, quickly snuffed out by rage when heughs in my ear. Calm down. Youre going to hurt yourself. He covers my mouth to smother the sound of my yells, and I realize that hes steering me toward his office. No. I dig my heels into the carpet, and a frustrated sigh blows over my ear. Youre going into my office. Either I drag you kicking and screaming, or I can let you go and you can walk inside. I look around the room wildly for help, but the men are already seated back at the poker table. They dont give a shit about what happens to me in that office. The door is right there! Theres no way Ill get within two feet of it. Fuck him. I let my limbs go ck and he cautiously releases my arms, dropping his hand from my mouth. Without looking at him, I stride forward and grab the brass knob of his office door. It swings open and I stomp through, anything to get away from the bastards who just watched me get spanked. My stomach turns. A deep, sickening feeling that reminds me of humiliating memories of primary school burrows into my stomach. Is this what Ive been working so hard to achieve? A measly fifty bucks for an hours work that now I wont get? My shoulders shake as soon as Luc joins me inside and the noise from outside muffles. I brace both hands on his uncluttered desk and my face screws up. A high gasp cuts the air, and I immediately smother the sound with my hand. His hand slides over my shoulder. Disgusted, I throw it off. Dont touch me. Come on. It wasnt that bad. You embarrassed me! I whirl around and he gives me an unapologetic grin. I had to make an example out of you, hon. Would you rather I bashed in your fingers? Because thats what we usually do to people who bring in recording equipment. I wince as my back hits the edge of his bookshelf, fighting the flutters in my stomach when he touches my shoulder again gently. I want to p him-throttle him. Wipe that fucking smile of his face. But I also want him to keep touching me. Dont act like you didnt enjoy having my hands on your ass. It feels like another taunt. Fuck you. But fuck, his eyes. Ive never had a man look at me like that, as though Im the most gorgeous woman hes ever seen. He takes my hand and I let him guide it to his waist. With a wicked smile on his face, he slides it around his hips to anchor on his ass. Damn. Him. I cant help but squeeze him-feel the hard muscle and the smallyer of fat. His hand slips away from mine and I seize that moment to bring it back and give him a vicious p. How do you like it? His tongue moistens his upper lip. A lot, actually. I could just imagine myself leaning forward to catch his bottom lip in my mouth, and my heart ms against my chest, blood roaring in my ears. My hand reaches back, but he seizes it, suddenly rough. Prove it. What? Prove youre not a cop. How the fuck am I supposed to do that?Cntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org Or what? # 4鈥揅hapter 5 One of his eyebrows rises in an arch. Or I keep you here for as long as I want. He stands an inch away from me, his arms across his chest. I hate that he made me enjoy his palm on my ass. That spanking was the closest Ive gotten to fucking in weeks, and it made me excited. Damn me, but this cramped office makes me think of his promise to get me out of my tight little dress. His leg stiffens as I brush my fingertips over his thigh until I smooth my palm over the bump between his legs. I grab a handful of his cock through his cks and hear his sharp intake of breath. I reach all the way back, and damn, this guy is gifted because I can barely hold it all in my hands. Would a cop do this? I squeeze his cock gently, a thrill running through my pussy when I realize how rapidly hes growing. Within seconds I feel blood pumping through his rock-hard length. Its incredible to hold him-feel his body responding to me. Lucs smirk finally falters a bit, hardening into that fierce expression all men get when theyre really turned-on. You have a nice big cock. I squeeze and feel him jump in my hands. Then my back hits the bookshelf as Lucs body crushes against mine. He buries his hand in my hair and suddenly his lips are hot against mine, tasting vaguely of alcohol. Oh my God. How long has it been? I lean into the kiss, still squeezing his thick cock now tenting his cks. Its like an explosion. His tongue slides into my mouth as his hand keeps my neck steady, painfully tugging on my hairs. I know nothing about this man besides his name, but I want him to fuck me. I know that were going to fuck right here in his cramped office. Nothing will stop us. Books drop from the shelves as he presses his body into mine, still stunning me with his kiss. He breaks away, breathing hard, and bends his head to my chest. I arch my back as his tongue stings the top of my breast. He closes his mouth around me and sucks. An electrical jolt travels instantly to my pussy, and my hand curls around his cock. Its so fucking hard for me. He tongues my breast, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth to bite down. My moan fills the room as I wind my fingers through his fine ck hair and I yank hard. My dress slips, and he moves from the bright-red patch he made to my nipple standing at attention. Wet heat hits it, and I look and see his lips locked around me, sucking. A pink tongue traces it in circles and I fist his cock as another hot wave hits my pussy. Who the fuck are you? He gives me onest gentle bite before he looks up, his eyes zing. Im the guy whos going to fuck you. And then what? Make me happy, and Ill forget this ever happened. At this point I dont care. I just want more. He straightens, waiting for my response. A battle rages in his eyes-he can barely restrain himself. I reach the zipper on the side of my dress, but I want him to do it. Will you help me? A low growl rumbles in his throat as he steps forward with a small smile. My body shakes in anticipation as he steps around me. He doesnt touch me, but I feel his heat like a wall of fire behind me. Gentle hands slide up my hips to my abdomen. He takes a step forward. His breath mists over my neck. Itsbored and heavy. He grabs the tiny zipper and pulls down, making the top of the dress droop. He slips the shoulder straps down my arms. Lips touch my neck gently. He kisses a trail along my shoulder as he tugs the dress over my breasts. Its tight as hell, but he does it slowly so that it feels like his hands are running down my sides. I want him closer. The small distance is torturous. His mouth leaves my skin, and theck of his touch makes my body throb. With both hands he slides the dress off my hips, thong and all. He sucks in breath and wraps his arms around me, one draped across my tits. His callused hand gropes the soft flesh as his mouth returns to my neck, biting hard. The other hand slowly inches between my legs. Holy fuck, Im naked. I dont think Ive ever done this so quickly with a stranger. Who gives a shit, really? Grab my cock. I can feel it digging into my ass like a gun. I reach around my back and find the stiff length like a rock in my hands. Oh God. How would it feel inside me? You see what you did to me? Yeah. I should punish you for that, too. He spreads me apart with his fingers and dives into my wetness. I hear the sound of it and blush hard, embarrassed to be so dripping wet when hes hardly put his hands on me. He bites me, roughly sliding his fingers along my throbbing clit, asionally dipping inside to thrust. That shock of hardness makes me gasp, and then shame colors my cheeks. It turned you on, didnt it? Getting spanked in that room full of testosterone. A wordless moan escapes my lips as he anchors his fingers in my pussy. Please- I should have ripped apart that thong and fucked you in front of them. Thats what you deserve for trying to make an ass out of me. The edge of anger ripples through my body, but all I feel are his hands. The one gravitating from nipple to nipple, pinching hard with his thumb as he gets me wet all over my thighs. I tug his cock. I want it inside me-please let me feel it inside me.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. I-Im sorry. Get on all fours. What? Get on all fours, now, or Ill make you pay. Bewildered but turned-on, I kneel to the floor as he winds his arms from me and walks over to the desk. Feeling stupid, I ce my hands on the floor as he sits in a chair behind his desk. He watches me with a kind of delirious hunger. Crawl to me. Holy shit-what the hell is this? Without even thinking, I crawl forward on my hands and knees. He watches me with a satisfied grin on his face. I stop once I reach his legs, and then he lifts himself up, pushing the cks down. The thick cock springs free from the bed of hair, a dark sac hanging behind it. A bead rolls down his length, and I know what he wants me to do before he asks it. A primal energy infuses his movements. He reaches forward and grabs the back of my neck, digging into my scalp as he guides my head toward his cock. I lean into the chair, my lips parting for his bulbous head. He slides inside, and I feel like Im sucking on a log-thats how wide he is. Ahh-fuck! He makes a satisfied moan as he pushes himself all the way inside me. I nearly gag when I bury my nose in his groin, but he holds me there and I get used to the length of him. Finally he sighs, yanking my head back. His head pops from my lips. Small flicks of my tongue across his head make his dick twitch, and I press my lips against him, swallowing him once more. Im getting hot just listening to his moans. I grab the base of his cock and pull the skin taut, running my tongue in circles as he pumps in and out. He fucking loves it. Fingers drag across my scalp almost in a massage. His balls touch my lips and I revel in how fantastically dirty this is-how hearing his moans makes me wet. Baby, youre so fucking good. You look so hot with my cock in your mouth. Inhaling sharply, he grabs both sides of my head in his hands and ruts my mouth. I feel the wetness sliding down my thighs as he uses me just like I wanted someone to. Saliva drips down my chin, his cock pumping in and out of me like a piston. The chair rolls back as he stands up, using my hair as a leash as he digs his hips in. I take him in, running my other hand up his leg. His balls are drawn up and tight. Hes going toe. # 4鈥揅hapter 6 I hear it in his breathing, too. Its deep and he makes angry, guttural sounds. Then he closes his mouth, fucking me hard, and I feel it happen. His cock swells and warm, salty cum fills the back of my throat. He moans and pulls back, more cum filling my mouth. I swallow it down as he pulses his hips, letting out shuddering gasps. God, this is fucking hot. He pulls out as thest tremors shake through his legs, and then he grasps my arms. Stand up, baby. Its your turn. He pulls me to my feet and draws me in for a kiss. I keep my mouth closed, but he forces it open with his tongue. My cheeks flush, and I pull back. Dont! Its dirty. I dont give a shit. He pushes me gently so that I lie with my back t on the desk. His body follows me as his fingers find my swollen pussy and push through, arching inside me. The air breaks with my moans. Since you took your punishment like a good girl, Ill let youe. He breathes inches from my face before crushing his lips against mine again. The fingers twist, fucking me hard. They pull out and spread my wetness all over my nub, and then they dive back in. He pulls back, his lips swollen from kissing me, and then he disappears for a moment. Hot air billows over my pussy, and then I feel his thumbs spreading me open as a hot, eager tongue slides over my clit. Oh my God! Heughs into me and gives my thigh a little p. Please, God, dont stop! He doesnt. Luc leans in, burying his dark head between my legs. His hot mouth is like a furnace. A singe of pleasure hits my core as his lips close around my clit. The slight pull of his mouth, his tonguezily sliding up and down, swimming in my juices-its too fucking much. He puckers his lips and kisses me, and his fingers fuck me. I twist on his desk, the ceiling rolling above me. This feels-I cant even exin it. Lucs head lifts, his face full of savage triumph. No ones ever touched me like this-known where to touch me to make me feel this way. Full of wildughter, he kisses my pussy again. Come for me. Do it. Im close. So close. He leans over me, hand still thrusting between my legs. A surge of energy roars through my limbs and I grab his shirt, yanking his face down toward me. My tongue slides over his lips right before I kiss him, tasting myself. A burning-hot sensation balls up in my pussy, growing with every wet thrust. His lips take me just as roughly as his hands-Ive never felt anything like this before. Then he speaks again, and his tone is soft. Come for me, baby. I unravel in his arms, screaming to the ceiling before heughs and swallows my moans. I clench hard around his fingers and feel the wave crash around me, liquefying my strength. Luc kisses me over and over, as if hes enjoying a second orgasm. Thick arms move behind my head and legs, and he carries me as he sits down in his office chair. My arms wrap around his neck, kissing that gorgeous mouth of his, feeling like I cant get enough of him. His eyes linger on mine when we pull away, and I wonder if hes feeling this, too. Why didnt you fuck me? The nights not over yet. His lips tug. Im not nearly done with you. The shitty thing about orgasms is that after the glow, all your problemse back. I think about being fired from the assistant job. The bills piling up distract me so that I cant feel the warmth from his hands as he strokes my leg. I should go- His arms go rigid, trapping me. I told you I wasnt done with you. A shiver runs through my body. I have work tomorrow.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. Do you still? I rip myself from his arms and stand up, looking around at the evidence of our one-night stand. An incredibly hot, foolish one-night stand. Luc stands up as I pick up my discarded thong. Hey-whats the matter? I have to go! A firm hand grabs my wrist, and he whirls me in his grasp so that Im face-to-face with his heated eyes. I want you. But my job- Fuck your shitty PI job. Im taking you out to dinner. For a moment I just stare at him in shock. You want me to go to dinner with you? Why? I want you. Yeah, but- I sputter. You could just take me to your ce, if you want. Its not like I have a choice. He winces at that. Do I look like a scumbag? My cheeks flush with heat. No, but- Let me take you out, ire. He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb before nting a gentle kiss. How can I say no? # 4鈥揅hapter 7 CLAIRE I tighten the ts on the window, staring into a bitterly cold street before the darkness swallows me. I turn away and switch on themp that sits on the nightstand, picking up a dog-eared paperback by Abigail Graham. I sit back down and crack it open. Its a steamy scene that makes me unconsciously touch my lips, remembering how Luc used to grind his mouth against mine as if he could never get enough. Every time he came home from work, every spare minute he could pull me away so that we were alone, hed kiss me as though it were for thest time. I read the lines of passion as my body slowly heats up. My heart soars, remembering the same sensations, just as it breaks, too. I snap the book shut, fighting unexpected tears. I loved him. The heartbreak swells, and I try to push it away, but the bleak apartment serves as a constant reminder of everything I lost. He was the best and worst thing that happened to me. We were together for a year, and apart for another. Fuck Luc. Forget about him. I hate the little things that remind me of him-the BCBG dress in my closet that he bought for me, the sapphire earrings stowed away in my jewelry box, the smell of cologne as I walk through the mens department. And every time, its like a fever rush of heat. I love him-I hate him. I wanted to get rid of all the things he bought me, but they were so beautiful, and Ive never been able to buy myself anything nice. If he knew where you were, hed kill you. Im barely able to suppress a shudder as I stand up and insert my fingers through the blinds to check the road. A familiar car rolls over the slimy streets, giving my stomach an unpleasant lurch. Him. I walk past the nursery, feeling a small pang. Luc never knew. Hell never know. Arge-fisted knock pounds my front door, and I descend the stairs, my guts clenching as I steel myself to answer it. I slide the chain and flip the deadbolt, tugging it open to reveal a man wearing a long beige trench coat. Officer Boucher. The porch light finally flicks on, illuminating a middle-aged mans face. His blond hair lies t on his head, and blue eyes slide to mine, unmistakable longing shining through them. What does he want now? I told you that you could call me Frank. I dont want him to think were close. Sorry, Frank. I step aside to let him in, and I close the door without locking it, hoping he wont stay long. With a long sigh, he shrugs the trench coat from his shoulders and I take it from him, hanging it in the closet. You want some coffee? Sure. Stiffly I march past him into the kitchen where theres a pot of cold coffee. I pour it into a cup and stick it in the microwave as Frank takes a seat at my kitchen table, looking troubled. What is it? Its about your ex. The ostentatious sound of the beeping microwave makes me jump. My heart gallops forward. What about him? Hes out of prison. Lucs out of prison. My heart seizes painfully and I turn around, gripping the handle of the microwave. I yank the door, hardly noticing the scalding coffee cup. Hell look for you. I grip the mug in both hands as I set it down in front of him, and then I take a seat, my hands gripping the edge of the table. Im in the program. He cant find me, right? He bows his head. You know how corrupt the police department is in Montreal. Johnny has informants everywhere. Then Ill go. Ill take-I wont tell anyone where Im going! He leans in, pleading me with his eyes. Ive told you a hundred times-you could always live with me. Id take care of you, ire- No. Thats exactly what he wants, isnt it? After a few months of being my handler, Officer Boucher made it quite clear how he felt about me. I didnt feel the same-I never would. Why did he keep pushing me? A wounded look crosses his face. You would be safe with me- In exchange for what? Franks face heats again, his lips slightly parted. Fuck, I used to see that look on Lucs face. It drove me wild and made my panties wet. On Frank, it makes me feel ill. I dont understand why you think I want something in return. Because men always want something in return. Youre not just doing this because Im in trouble. He slides his hand across the table and takes mine. I let him hold me even though my body breaks into a cold sweat. You testified against him. A sh of anger rises in my chest. I testified against him because I was pregnant. And I didnt want to be ripped away from my baby the moment he was born. A shadow crosses Franks face. Listen- No, you listen. I know what you think about the Mafia, but Luc never hurt me. He was good to me. I didnt want to do it. I testified against him because I had to. Because the alternative was to give birth in prison. Do you still have feelings for that bastard? After everything hes done? I stand up from my chair, heart pounding against my chest. Frank, please. The warning tone in my voice doesnt dissuade him. You do, he says, disgust curling his lips back. I dont! Every day I fucking curse him. He ruined my goddamn life. I wish I could turn off my feelings, and not tremble with excitement when I imagine the heat of his mouth on my skin, his hips joining mine, that moment of ecstasy when hede inside me. He grabs my arm, twisting me around. My stomach turns as his mouth hovers within inches of mine. I think of Luc-how hed beat Franks face in if he saw this. You should give me a chance. Fuck. I told you, Im not interested. The thought of dating anyone else resounds hollowly inside me. Youve no idea how good Id be to you. He slides his thumb over my wrist and I yank it out of his grasp. I dont want you.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org. For some reason, this fucking cop thinks he loves me even though Ive turned him down every time. He stilles back like a dog begging for scraps. It repulses me. Frank flinches, his arms dropping from my sides. Redness blooms on his cheeks, and then his footsteps echo in the kitchen. He turns around and heads for the closet, ripping the door open. Goddamn it, I really dont like this, but he left me no choice! Frank! He shrugs the trench coat back on, stuffing his arms through the sleeves as his cold re hits me right in the chest. You dont deserve to be a mother. Wow. Its like a p to the face, and before I can feel anything but stunned disbelief, he disappears into the night, mming the door shut. The whole apartment vibrates. Tears slip down my cheeks silently as I watch him storm to his car through the peephole. Its not true. I dont know how long I stand there, waiting for the well of hurt toe down. I just fed the baby and put him to sleep, so thats done. Maybe Ill read some more romance, or catch up on some TV. I can barely muster excitement to do anything else these days. I back away from the door, and my back hits something rigid. Arms snake around me, a gloved hand smothering my scream as he yanks me into his chest. I already know him from the way his body fits against mine, and then his voicees out, a guttural, inhuman sound: ire. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!