Arrogant Prick: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (16 page)

She reaches up between my legs and softly grips my balls, squeezing them as she bounces up and down on my cock. Her mouth feels like heaven, and I feel my cock growing as I watch her cheeks cave in from sucking so hard.

She reaches out, takes my hand and puts it on the back of her head. I take her invitation and shove her head down on my cock. She stretches out her mouth and extends her lips, working for every inch of my shaft, until her nose is pressed against my stomach. I hold her there, her mouth hot and wet around my dick, my tip pressed against the back of her throat, and finally pull back to let her catch her breath.

She gasps loudly for air, her breasts heaving and covered with strings of her spit as she licks her lips and smiles up at me. “Do you like that?”

“You're fucking incredible.” I brush the loose strands of hair off her forehead, and take her head. She nods and I shove my dick between her lips and let her swallow me whole again. I fuck her face, my dick twitching inside her every time I hear her reacting to my dick pressing against the back of her throat, until I’m about to cum. But I don’t want to cum just yet.

I pull my dick out, pull her up and kiss her wet lips, our tongues swirling together inside her mouth. Then I take her by the hips, turn her around, and yank her panties down her ass.

She jumps as I smack her ass, get behind her, grab her by her wide hips, and shove my cock deep inside her wet pussy with a single thrust. She groans loudly, leaning against the table as I pound my dick inside her.

Her pussy is hot against my cock, gripping it with its wet walls, trying to milk me for my cum, but I mean to make her scream before I let her have it. I press her down on the table, grab her by the shoulders, and fuck her so hard that the table squeals against the kitchen tile. She looks back at me with glazed eyes, her face pressed against the table, her mouth glistening and wide open as she groans with every thrust.

Her groans turn to lusty screams, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she props herself up on her elbows, stands up on her tiptoes and presses her ass back against my cock, just as her pussy starts to convulse around my cock.

“I’m cumming, baby!” she screams. “I want you to cum with me!”

That’s all the encouragement I need as my balls tighten, and I slam myself all the way inside her, feeling the wet furnace of her pussy tightening around me, and unleash my seed.

I groan as I thrust against her, emptying my load inside her, and finally rest my hands beside her and sag over her body to catch my breath.

She looks up at me, her face still resting against the table, a playful smile on her lips. I smile back, my chest heaving, as she wiggles her ass against me, making my dick jump inside her. “Did you like that?”

I lean down on top of her, and kiss the side of her face. “You’re unbelievable. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You had the balls to try to take me.” She giggles. “And the cock of a stallion.”

I stand up and my dick slides out of her pussy. She stands up, stretches her arms out like a cat and falls down on her chair. “And the body of Hercules.”

I grab a roll of paper towels the cleaners must have left behind, wipe up and start putting on my clothes. She watches me as I dress, a blissful look on her face. “You know, I’m pretty sure you have to buy this place now.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Under the “you used it, you buy it” clause.” She grins.

I laugh as I bend down and kiss her on her swollen lips. “It’d be nice to buy a place where I already have great memories.”

She sighs, rubbing her hands down her sides. “I don’t want to leave yet.”

“Not that I would mind staring at you naked for a little while longer,” I begin, then grin. “But you told me you needed to get to sleep early today for the big day tomorrow at Hush.”

“Oh, yeah.” She frowns. “You must have fucked my brain loose. I totally forgot.”

I lean down, and grab one of her breasts, pull her nipple into my mouth and swirl it around in my mouth. She grabs my hair and yanks me back. “You devil!”

I smirk up at her. “I just wanted one last taste for the road.”

“I want to give you a lot more than one, but you're right.” She grabs her phone and checks the time. “Shit, it’s later than I thought.”

I watch her getting dressed, my mind fuzzy with a mix of pleasure and happiness. I see visions of us living together in this apartment. Her belly swelling with our first child, and then a second. Maybe we’d get a dog, or a cat, or even both. I’d open a local business to keep myself occupied as we grow old together.

It would be a great life. And the way my luck is turning, it might just happen.

I look up at the ceiling, imagining my family up in the clouds above us. Would they think I’m doing the right thing? Was I right to stop my rampage and try to live a normal life? I’d like to think they’d approve.

“Okay.” Allie looks all around her, smoothing out her dress and trying to straighten up her hair. “I think I’m ready to go home.”

I grab the keys from the table, look around one last time and head out to drive her home.

* * *

I
come back
to the safe house after a day of trying to straighten up my affairs. Eight years of hidden bank accounts and cash left in safety deposit boxes make for a difficult knot to untangle. I’m seriously considering putting in a bid for the house, and I’m glad most houses in Brooklyn are bought with cash payments. Though of course, not literally cash. Thankfully I have a guy for that, and he’s not tied up with any of the Five Families in the city.

Hopefully no one’s placed a bid on the place by the time I have everything ready. My heart starts racing as I think about the need to get a ring so I can surprise Allie by proposing to her in her new apartment. I think she was being serious about me buying the place. I know her well enough now to tell when she’s pretending to joke about something she actually means.

I put my keys down on the only table in the apartment and throw my wallet next to it. I think she’ll say yes to me. I know it’s fast by modern standards, but I don’t want to wait. You don’t let a girl like Allie pass you by because you're trying to wait for the right time. I know my mom would say I need to get a ring on her. My dad would probably just grunt, but he’d be happy for me. He'd probably start working on fixing up a new car for our unborn son. My sister would tell me Allie's the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.

I blink away the tears welling up in my eyes as I think about my sweet sister, taken too soon from this world. But I’ll never forget her sweet face, and her kind heart.

I open up my laptop to go through what almost feels like a religious ritual now. Check my automated searches for all the names and keywords I’ve programmed. Go through the audio files of my wiretaps. Going to have to dispose of those at some point. I don’t want my future father-in-law to find them and wonder who put listening devices all over his house. Though it’s unlikely he ever will. The ones I used are way more sophisticated than the bugs used by the FBI, and they're very hard to sniff out.

I wait for the machine to dial into my encrypted connection so I can get this over with already. After the connection is established, I launch the browser and look at my automated searches. My muscle memory almost instinctively has me closing the browser after finding nothing, but there are multiple hits.

A spike of adrenaline hits my system and my eyes focus on the screen as I check the searches. My mouth gapes open at what I read on the screen. There are multiple news articles and a draft police report available. I open up the article on the NY Post.

Restaurateur and Family Slain in Flatbush!

“Marcello.”

I stand up and pace the length of the room, my hand covering my mouth so I don’t start screaming out curses. The article said Marcello and Angie were killed in their home late last night. The police are calling it a home invasion. An unnamed source says the crime appears to be similar to another one committed in another home nearby, just a little over two months ago.

Blood is pounding in my ears. My face feels flushed. I flex my fists by my side, wishing I had a punching bag to work over.

What was it Michael Delluci said before I killed him?

There’ll be more families killed like this before he’s through.

I sit back down and stare at the laptop screen. I can’t act on impulse. I’ve got to think this through.

Allie, please forgive me for whatever I must do.

H
ush is
a cacophony of loud noises. Contractors are crawling in and out of every corner. I’m having the place redone for the height of the summer season. You have to keep a club looking fresh if you want to stay hot, and the place has been bumping lately. So it only makes sense to keep my foot on the gas pedal while we’re hot.

I’m keeping an eye on the place from my office. It’s really the perfect place to make sure everything’s going okay while staying out of the way. So far everything looks on track for us to open on Friday night. It’s really not bad, being closed for only two nights we’d normally be open. And weeknights, too. I’m glad I didn’t have to close during the weekend, since that’s our busiest time.

I take a look at my phone. Sarah’s a bit late for lunch. It’s fine. I’m not hungry yet, and I’m not as much of a stickler for punctuality as my dad is. Except with my employees.

There’s a soft knock on the door.

“It’s unlocked!” I yell out loud enough to be heard over the noise.

Marco steps inside and closes the door behind him.

“Hey, Marco.” I smile. “What do you need?”

He unbuttons his suit jacket as he walks up to my desk and reaches inside. My heart leaps into my throat as he pulls his hand back out, holding a gun. He holds it low and close to his body with the tip pointed at my gut. He smiles apologetically and shrugs.

“What the hell are you doing, Marco?” I stammer out.

“It’s nothing personal.” He gestures toward my phone. “Slide that across the table, will you?”

“Is this a joke?” I manage to steady my voice. “If it is, it’s not very funny.” I turn away dismissively, half-expecting him to put the gun away and make some cliché joke about the look on my face.

“You know what?” His voice grows louder. “It is kind of personal. Now slide over your fucking phone.”

I give a startled blink, and my heart clenches at the anger in him. Suddenly the threat of that gun seems so much more real. I put my hand on the phone and slide it across the table.

I wince as he grabs the heavy stapler on my desk, and smashes it down on my phone repeatedly until it's completely smashed to pieces. He looks up at me from the shattered phone. “How the fuck did you end up with some piece of trash like Gio?” he sneers.

I open my mouth to defend him, but he talks over me. He’s not looking for me to answer. He’s just trying to vent. “I’ve been around you for what...two years now? And what do I get? The occasional smile? A pat on the back?”

“Then this fucking wannabe
goomba
comes strolling in, and you sling your cunt at him like he’s some fucking boss?” He shakes his head in frustration. “Fucking unbelievable.”

I press my lips together so I don’t tell him how I really feel about him. It sickens me that I ever felt good about him checking me out.

“You know what?” He grins. “After all this goes down, I may just take you as my fucking side dish. Use that pretty fucking mouth of yours the way you deserve.”

“I’d bite off your little dick if it came anywhere near my mouth, you piece of shit.” I spit the words out before I can stop myself. He comes around the table and whips the pistol against my face. It hits me like a brick and I bounce off the floor, gripping the side of my face.

I cry out from the pain and pull back my hand, and see him leering at me through my blood-covered fingers.

“A whore like you needs to watch her fucking mouth.” He spits at me. “Your dad’s not going to be around for long to protect you anymore.”

He grabs the box of tissues from my desk and throws it down at me. “Clean up your fucking face. We’re leaving in your car.”

I stand up slowly, dizzy from the hit to my head, and nearly vomit. My head is pounding, and blood is pouring out of the side of my face. I take a clump of tissues out and press them to the side of my face, keeping a wary eye on him.

The realization is starting to hit me that I’m probably going to die. My heart is pounding in my chest; my breath is coming in shallow gasps. I need to get a hold of myself. I can’t panic. I need time to think. I’ve got to stall.

“I need to wash my face.” I look to the bathroom.

Marco steps around the desk, keeping his gun on me and takes a look inside the bathroom. He gestures for me to get into the bathroom with a tilt of his head. “Keep the door open, and if you try anything, I’m going to make you wish I’d killed you a second ago.”

I try to quicken my pace into the bathroom and wash my face with shaking hands. Sarah could be here at any moment. I need to get out of here before she gets caught in the middle of whatever this shit is.

I take a face towel and press it against my face. I pull the towel back after a moment to take a look at how bad it is. The gash isn’t too deep, but it’s a head wound so it’s bleeding pretty badly. I take the bloody towel and throw it on the floor.

I look down at the sink. It’s a deep square cut out of stone. I don’t think he can see the bottom of it from his vantage point. I close my eyes, count to three, and quickly write HELP on the sink in my blood, hoping she’ll see it, and Marco won’t.

I take a fresh towel and press it against my face and walk out of the bathroom.

Marco is leering at me while he leans against the table. My purse is still on it, along with my Nokia. Thank God he’s never seen me with it.

“Alright.” He gestures at the door. “We’re going to head out the back door. If anyone stops you, you tell them you had a spill and you're going to get it taken care of. I’ll be behind you with a gun in case you think about trying anything stupid. Got it?”

I look at the gun pointed at me. A peek at the safety tells me he isn’t fucking around. He’ll shoot me if he has to. I reach for my purse and he levels the gun at my head.

“I don’t think so, princess.” He laughs cruelly. “You’ll have to leave your tampons behind.”

I stuff down the urge to yell useless profanities at him and head out of my office, being careful not to fall.

Once we're down the three flights of stairs, I walk slowly through the crowd of contractors, occasionally drawing an odd look from them. As we're about to head out the back door, Johnny, one of the security staff, looks at me with alarm on his face.

“Are you okay, boss?” He looks at the bloodied towel on my face.

“Yeah.” I resist the urge to look back, afraid to see Marco’s reaction. I’m afraid of what he’ll do if I don’t sound convincing, so I do my best to put on a good face. “I fell on some equipment. Going to go get it checked out. It’s worse than it looks.”

“Alright, boss.” He smiles at me. “We’ll hold down the fort till you get back. Don’t you worry.”

He nods at Marco as we pass him and I head out the back door.