Braden: A Dark Mafia Romance (7 page)

“I have to purge this bitch from my head, and get the vengeance I need.”  I flipped over to Angela’s number and dialed it with my phone.

Chapter 9:  Angela

I couldn’t believe Braden had actually called me.  The mysterious stranger was apparently as interested in me as I was in him.  I had to get to know him more before I took my clothes off again.  I needed to find out who he was, what he was about, and figure out if I was indulging a fling or if there was a possibility of more.  I got dressed, choosing a dark crimson dress and a matching pair of shoes.  The address he sent me was a fancy club, one that was more upscale than the usual ones I hit with Ronald on a Saturday night.  My parents were playfully bickering in the other room, trying to figure out where they were going to have dinner.  Danielle had even decided to go with them, which was a strange activity for her on the weekend.  Once they were safely out of the house, I turned on the fan in the bathroom and lit up a cigarette, needing one to calm my nerves before I made my way to meet Braden.  I checked my phone one last time and sighed when I found a blank screen.

“Okay, let’s do this.”  I heard the taxi outside and flushed my cigarette down the toilet.

All the way there, I psyched myself up and started to mentally prepare a few questions I wanted to ask Braden.  First of all, I needed to know what his last name was.  That would make it easier for me to investigate him further, find out if he had Facebook, Twitter, all the things people normally had.  The taxi pulled up in front of the club and there was a long line.  I was a little annoyed, wondering if I actually had to wait.  After standing there for a couple of seconds, a man in a suit walked up to me and motioned for me to follow him.  I trailed behind him to the front of the line where he opened it and let me pass.  The music was a little overwhelming, but I didn’t get a chance to take much of it in.  The man who escorted me into the club took me upstairs to a door.  After a couple of knocks, he opened it and I saw Braden sitting on a couch inside.

“What is this, a private room?”  I looked out the large tinted window which overlooked the club.

“This is the VIP section, well think of it as the VIP of the VIP.”  He stood up and walked towards me.

“So, Mr. Braden…”  I felt tense as he got closer.  “Tell me something about you that I don’t know—so basically anything.”

“Shut up.”  He locked his lips with mine and my mind went blank.

His kiss set off fireworks in my head.  My breathing picked up and I could hear his escalating as well.  His hands wrapped around my back and started to remove my dress.  As many questions as I prepared, all I wanted was to feel his touch.  He moved his hands up and down my body as I sank into his kiss completely.  By the time my dress hit the floor, I had already pulled his tie loose and pushed his jacket off of his shoulders.  The beat of the music in the club was fast and he seemed to move along with it as his lips drifted down my neck and started to kiss my shoulders.  I found myself getting more forceful as well, practically tearing his shirt off when I got a couple of buttons undone.  His hands cupped my breasts through my bra and then he quickly removed it, tossing it on the floor next to my dress.  His flesh was warm and I could feel his chest moving against mine.  His hands moved back to my breasts and cupped them again, squeezing them tightly as his tongue and lips moved to my ear.

“You want to know something about me?”  He asked with an edge in his voice.

“Yeah…”  I said with a gasp as his lips lightly grazed my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you.”  He reached down to my panties and twisted them around his knuckles, ripping the fabric with a quick yank.

“Those were expensive!”  I said as he turned me around.  I already knew he was going to fuck me.  That wasn’t new information.

His hands slid up my back and then he slammed me down onto the table face first.  The impact was sudden and unexpected.  I struggled to get my wits about me.  The table was cold, but his fingers started to warm me up as the slid down my back and then moved to my thighs.  He pushed them apart slightly and I could feel the fabric of his pants pressed against my pussy.  His cock was hard and it made me even wetter than his touch already had.  I heard his belt being unbuckled and his pants shuffling down.  His hips pressed against my ass and then his cock rose up against my pussy.  I tried to look back at him, but his hand clenched the back of my neck and kept my chin tight against the table.  He rubbed the head of his cock against my clitoris several times and then it began to move up and down my labia.  He pulled back for a moment and then with a quick thrust, he buried himself inside of me.  I reached out and grabbed the edge of the table as I felt him.

“Oh my god…”  I said with a gasp.

“Did you miss me?”  He asked with that same angry edge to his voice.

“Yes…”  I said with a sigh.

I wondered how Braden managed to be so cruel, yet so unbelievably hot at the same time.  Rough sex was never my thing, and I certainly didn’t like pain, but it was like he used it as a tool.  The bliss that followed the pain made the shock of the infliction evaporate.  He started to thrust hard and fast, still keeping me pressed to the table as he did.  Why on earth did I like it so much?  He filled my pussy with his girth, driving himself so deep that each time he went all the way in, I could feel him teasing my g-spot.  I felt a flood of pleasure each time he did.  I tried to shift my body slightly as the edge of the table cut into the top of my thighs, but he was holding me there so tightly I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to.  After a dozen or so hard thrusts, they became steady and fast, even faster than the beat of the music echoing around us.  The light in the booth was dim, but I could see the reflection of his face in the glass surface of the table.  His steel colored eyes were filled with desire and his face was locked in an expression that resembled a mixture of rage and passion.

“Don’t stop…”  I whispered as my body continued to demand more.

“I wouldn’t stop, even if you begged me to.”  I felt his cock swelling even larger inside of my pussy.

The speed picked up even more with thrusts driven so hard, I felt the table actually start to move.  It teetered forward, and then slammed down when he started to slide the other direction, only to lift again with the next thrust.  There was a thick wetness on the front of my thighs and a stinging sensation where the edge of the table had dug into my flesh.  I knew I was bleeding, but I didn’t care; the thrill was too strong.  My body would heal.  All I wanted at that moment was for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, even if the table sawed my legs off completely.  The grip he had on my neck was so tight that I could feel the tip of his fingernails.  One was against my jugular vein, which rapidly beat along with my heart.  The table continued to rise and fall with his lustful thrusts, each one sending a sting through my body along with a surge of pleasure.  I felt my body start to tighten and I knew was close to an orgasm.  Each time his cock slid across my g-spot, it got closer.

“Harder…”  I whispered.

“My pleasure…”  He said with that same mixture of rage and passion in his tone.

He slammed into me so hard, the table fell over.  I almost went face first into the floor, but his grip on my shoulder kept me suspended in the air.  My thighs were scraped as it landed on the side.  I was dead weight in his powerful arms, only supported by the edge of the toppled table.  The shock temporarily siphoned my building orgasm, but it only took a few of his forceful thrusts to push me back towards the edge.  I started to feel my pussy tightening around his cock and I knew it was coming.  My toes pushed up against the floor and I felt every muscle in my body igniting with a demand for more.  The storm roared inside of me until I couldn’t hold on any longer and then I started to buckle underneath him as I came.  He held me tightly, keeping me right where he wanted me as I felt my body shake from the intense pleasure of each thrust.

“Oh god…”  I said with a loud scream.  “Oh fuck…”

My throes of passion and lust were answered by grunts from Braden who kept thrusting into me until I felt his cock throbbing against the tightness of my vaginal muscles.  My pussy clamped down on his cock and he started to grunt even harder.  A few seconds later, I felt another orgasm rip through me, followed by a third before my body even had a chance to recover from the second.  His cock pulsated a few times and then he drove himself in deep, pushing me down onto the edge of the table as he unloaded inside of me.  I felt his cum flood down his shaft and then it exploded into me like thunder.  He pumped his cock until every drop had been drained.  I felt him slide to the edge of my pussy, wipe the tip on my thigh, and then he walked away, leaving me there with my heartbeat slowly returning to normal.  I pulled myself up and looked down at my thighs.  They had been scraped and had bled, but the blood was dry on my legs.  I walked over and lay across the couch, resting my head on his naked thigh.

“Can I ask a question now?”  I looked up into his dark stare.

“You can ask one.”  He said as his fingers traced my body.

“What is your last name?”  I felt like I deserved to know that.

“Caito.”  He replied as he started to trace back up the same path he had already went down, sending shivers up my spine.

“Is that Italian?”  I asked.

“I said you could ask one question.”  He pushed my head off of his thigh and stood up.  “It is time for you to go.”

“What?  Seriously!?”  I felt anger starting to rise up within me as I stood.  “You asked me to meet you just so you could fuck me and send me on my way?”

He knocked on the door and it started to open.  I grabbed my dress off of the floor and covered my naked body.  “Ms. Madison is leaving now.”

“Don’t call me again!”  I said angrily as I slid into my dress and stepped into my shoes.  “This is not how you treat someone.”

I stormed past Braden and out the door as the man once again escorted me towards the door.  He reached for my elbow and I yanked it away, keeping myself two steps ahead of him.  Once I was outside, I lit a cigarette and waved for a taxi, but the first one passed me by.  I couldn’t remember the last time I was so angry.  Braden Caito was a fucking asshole.  He may have fucked me better than I had ever been fucked before, but I was not going to let him treat me like a whore.  No man was worth that.  I threw my half smoked cigarette on the ground as the next taxi rolled up to the curb and I demanded that the driver take me home.  I spent the whole ride home cursing under my breath as my fury built.  My parents weren’t home, which was just as well, because I wasn’t done fuming.  As soon as I was home, I opened my father’s liquor cabinet and poured myself a glass of vodka.  After a couple of sips, I downed the glass and took the whole bottle upstairs to my bedroom.  I opened the windows and lit a cigarette as I rapidly took sips of the clear liquid.

“You fucking son of a bitch!”  I said angrily as I started to feel the buzz.

Chapter 10:  Braden

I watched Angela leave in a huff, profanity expelled with every breath until she was out of sight.  I closed the door and walked to the window, continuing to watch until she got to the door.  I got dressed and lit one of my cigars as I watched the crowd dancing below us.  The club was just one of many legitimate enterprises the Mafia owned.  The days of smuggling drugs, running guns, and selling underage girls were long gone.  We simply fought to keep the things we had and keep Harlem’s trash from invading our territories.  Most politicians understood that we were a necessary evil.  We only killed when we absolutely had to, especially since the war between the Five Families had ended.  Occasionally we clashed with the Irish or pimps who got a little too greedy for their slice of the city, but the violence was nowhere near what it once was.

“It won’t be the last time I taste you, Angela.”  I stared as she exited the club and the door slammed behind her.

I sat down in the chair and toyed with my switchblade.  She might have seen what we did as just a fuck, but for me it was so much more.  It was my way of finding out if I actually felt something for her or if it was just my emotions getting in the way of what I had to do.  She had no idea how lucky she was that I did feel something when she was in my arms.  I tried everything to fuck it out of my system, but it just didn’t go away.  I wanted her to stay there forever, with her head resting on my thigh, but I just couldn’t handle that—not yet.  She could hate me for now, but there was no way in hell I was going to let her go.  She would be mine.  The smoke rolled off of my lips and there was a knock at the door.  I answered it cautiously, but after seeing Stefano, I pulled it the rest of the way open and let him enter.  He looked around the room, his eyes coming to rest on Angela’s torn panties which were still lying on the floor beside the toppled table.

“Damn, Braden.”  He walked close to the table where blood could be seen on the edge.  “Did you…?”

“No, I didn’t kill her.  I just fucked her.”  I sat back down and poured drinks for us.

“Remind me never to let them send you any of the whores I actually like.”  He took the drink and sat down in the chair next to the couch.

“I think I might be done with whores.”  I said absently.  “They just don’t do anything for me anymore.”

“By the looks of this room, I’m guessing Angela Madison did though.”  He raised his eyebrows at me and tilted his head.

“Yeah…”  I sighed.  “She did…”  I took a long drag from my cigar.

“What is the endgame here, Braden?  District Attorney Madison is responsible for your father’s death.  You have Angela’s best friend locked up in one of our cells.  This doesn’t end with a happily ever after if that is what you’re thinking.”  He lit up one of his cigars and stared at me.

“I don’t fucking know anymore, Stefano.”  I shook my head as I exhaled smoke.  “You know I loved Mary.  She was my heart…”

“I loved her too, but it has been five years.  You’re allowed to move on, but is this girl really the right one for that?  She’ll figure this out eventually and her father is going to do everything in his power to put you in the same place your father was when he died.”  Stefano studied me nervously as he laid the reality of the situation on me.