Never Love a Hitman (The Carlotta Family Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  I cock the gun which is now pressed into his gut. “Get outside.”

  The man’s eyes look scared but his ego is making him stupid. He actually goes outside.

  “How did you find me?” Calista asks while clinging to my side. She’s not asking me any questions regarding my leaving her after a great night of sex. She’s not asking me why I have a gun in some mobster’s hang out. No, she wants to know how I found her.

  “You’re mine. That’s how I knew where you were.”

  Once the cold air hits my face, I begin to remember why I’m out here. This mother fucker thought he could get my girl to go home with him. I’m not going to deal with that.

  She smiles at me and slips her hand into mine. “Can we just go?” She mumbles in my ear.

  “No!”

  I drop her hand and circle the guy in front of me only to hear her gasp. Looking at her face, I see it's full of horror. She’s afraid.

  Calista

  “Baby, go wait over there,” Victor says to me while pointing towards the dumpsters.

  My heart pounds violently in my chest causing my breathing to feel shortened.

  The minute I saw Victor, I felt as if I could breathe again. My body awoke and felt the need to touch him. Not only touch him, but mesh our bodies together. It's a surreal feeling being close to someone but not feeling as if you’re close enough to that person.

  “Okay,” I mumble to him and walk the few steps to the dumpsters. I move blindly around him needing him to tell me where to go.

  He’s the complete puppet master to my puppet.

  The second I heard his voice, I wanted to demand he tell me why he left me in bed in paradise. Demand he tell me why he’s acting like he cares about me. If he cared about me then he would have tried to get some of my contact information. Anything.

  Something.

  Instead of sticking with my gut feeling, I’m an idiot who’s fallen in deep with a man who I know nothing about. I know absolutely nothing about him but I feel bound to him. My very instinct is I should run but I can’t.

  As I’m crouched behind a stinky dumpster outside of a bar that holds my friend, I look around it to see what Victor is doing. I have to keep my eyes on him for fear of him leaving me. For fear of him being a figment of my imagination.

  “You think you can force yourself on a woman? Who the fuck do you think you are? Didn’t your mom ever teach you ‘no means no’?” Victor’s got the man I was dancing with pinned to the side of the building with something in his hand.

  The man stutters. “Look, man, I didn’t know she was yours!”

  Victor isn’t convinced on his answer. I can hear his growl of dislike over the pounding of my heart beat in my ears. “Let this be a lesson to you, then. Calista, or any woman around here is off limits to you. She’s mine and if you breathe on her wrong, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you and bury your stupid fucking ass so deep in the ground the bugs will feast on your candy ass.”

  I hear a blood curdling yelp and then the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Then the disgusting sound of a man who’s getting kicked in the gut.

  I may be a naive doctor, but I’m still a doctor. My oath was to save the people needing to be saved but I can’t move. I feel the need to run over to the man to check his vitals but my feet stay rooted to the ground.

  A war I didn’t realize I could brew inside of myself overpowers me conflicting my instinct and my desire for Victor. I couldn’t begin to explain it. So, I do the only thing I could at the moment and that’s peek around my hiding place with my hand over my mouth.

  Victor walks to me with blood on his knuckles and a smirk on his face that tells me how proud of himself he is.

  He holds his hand out to me, blood dripping from the knuckles and everything. I look down at it and feel a shift inside my soul and heart. If I take his hand, what does that mean for me? Does that mean I’m giving up on myself?

  If I don’t take his hand, I will always wonder what would have happened if I did.

  The shift inside myself brings tears to my eyes. I’m still looking at his hand, in shock over seeing blood drip from it. I’m in shock over my own self. I’m totally confused and miffed at the idea of me being okay being with someone who would so blatantly hurt someone.

  “Are you coming?” He asks me.

  I stare at his hand so more. I’m hoping for some answer or some clue as to what I should do. Should I take his hand? I want to. I want to know what it’s like to be with someone exciting…

  However, I’m freaking out over here. Being with him would mean turning my back on everything I once knew. The old me would have helped that man. This new me, this new me is someone I don’t even know.

  Tears fall down my cheeks as I raise my hand to slip into his. Our fingers mesh together forming a perfect grip on each other.

  Even as the tears fall down my face, he looks at me as if I’m beautiful.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “To my house,” he answers.

  “Fucking whore, anyway! Won’t let me have a piece but you’ll let some guy have a taste of your pussy!”

  My back straightens and I begin to panic. I can feel the anger rolling off of Victor. “Lets go,” I try to convince him. “Lets go. I have to find Sheila.”

  “Stupid slut!” The man yells again.

  I can see the exact moment when Victor decides his next move. It scares me, excites me and makes me want to cry all at the same time. He whips around me with his hand reaching around his back somehow dropping my hand without me realizing it and is storming towards the man I danced with ten minutes ago.

  Has it only been ten minutes? There’s no way. My emotions have grown and developed so quickly I feel as if it's been longer. It's strange how I was with Josh for all those years and never once felt this way.

  Excited, scared, adored, wanted, sexy, frightened, protective, protected… Never once.

  “When people run their fat mouths, that’s when they die!” Victor husks out menacingly.

  My back is turned to protect myself from seeing what I know is about to happen. I knew it was going to happen but I still screamed when the gunshot when off. I still felt my knees go weak. I still felt all the emotions of knowing Victor wasn’t the man I thought he was.

  Even knowing that, I still am powerless to leave.

  A deafening scream is ripped from my body and I almost didn’t recognize it was me until I felt my lungs constrict from my yell.

  Victor turns to look at me with his eyes hooded. I should be afraid. He just killed a man in front of me. What would he do to me if he didn’t like something I said? Would he kill me, too?

  Even through my fear, I have an unquenchable desire for him. I couldn’t stop myself from slipping my hand in his when he walks over to me slowly and hold his hand out.

  “Pussycat, let's go home.”

  Victor

  I know she’s in shock but I’m still freaking out that she won’t snap out of it. She’s quiet, staring off in space as I pull her through the bar to tell Lorenzo we need a clean up crew.

  Someone comes up to us and starts fussing over Calista as if she knows her. “What happened to her? Why is she so distant? Calista? Are you okay?”

  “She’s fine. She just saw something… weird outside.”

  The curvy blonde in front of me snaps her head back to look at me cautiously. “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Victor.”

  She shakes her head. “How do you know Calista?”

  I have to give her props for not being afraid of me. Most people would be too afraid to challenge me. “I met her on vacation a couple of weeks ago.”

  She purses her lips and places her hands on her voluptuous hips with attitude. “I don’t know you and I don’t like you.”

  I chuckle at her sass. “I don’t like you very much either. Get out of my way.”

  Calista shakes out of whatever has her spooked and looks at me with her eyes glazed over. She tilts her head to the side
to examine me carefully. “I’m fine,

  Sheila. Call you tomorrow.”

  With that, she spins on her heels and walks out the door.

  *

  The car ride home is quiet. I have to herd her into my car and even buckle her up. She’s still out of it and in shock over witnessing me shooting someone. At least that is what I’m thinking since she still hasn’t said anything to me.

  Yeah, I fucked up and acted out of anger instead of using my head. I shouldn’t have killed someone in front of a civilian who doesn’t even know anything about me. If I were smart, I would leave her alone but I can’t. I’m drawn to her and I couldn’t let her go even if I wanted to.

  “Pussycat,” I croon over to her and see her face peering out the window as I pull into my driveway. “We’re at my house. You want to come inside?”

  From the corner of my eye, I can see her nod her head. Well, she hasn’t run from me yet, so that’s a good thing.

  After parking my car in the garage, I set out to get her out of the car. She steps out on shaky legs and holds onto my shoulders to get her stance back.

  Calista’s eyes are looking around my house and when they come to me, I see something I didn’t expect to see in her eyes.

  Love. Not fear. But love.

  Calista

  “Baby, are you okay?”

  Someone’s distant voice has woken me up out of a cold and deep sleep. I reach out my hand to see if I can touch whomever is talking to me. Am I dreaming or does that voice sound a lot like Victor’s? Is Victor here?

  That’s when everything comes back to me.

  The bar. The killing. Me standing by and letting an innocent man get shot in front of me even though I’m a doctor.

  Sitting up straight in bed, I look over to see Victor’s eyes watching my face. It's just like what happened when I woke up with him before. He staring at me like I’m precious. It's a great feeling but I know from experience, this feeling is fleeting.

  He left me the first time and now… Now… I don’t know. Now, I have watched him kill someone in front of my face. What’s going to happen to me?

  That should be the major question in the room right now. What’s going to happen to me now that I know he’s… what? A murderer? A killer? He didn’t even act like it fazed him or anything. It was normal for him.

  Shit, is he one of those… I don’t know… Hitmen? Does he get paid to do that? Do people still get paid to kill others?

  I’ve watched enough television to know this is not something you ask someone. This isn’t something a person would admit to you even if it were true.

  Despite everything else, I still want him. I’m still in stupid with the man.

  Reaching my hand out, I grab his neck to pull his face into mine not stopping until his lips crash into mine. My tongue darts out of my mouth seeking entrance through his lips until it reaches his tongue.

  Swiftly, he slides his body onto mine with the precision of a professional. I kick the sheets away from my feet to wrap my legs around his waist.

  Victor’s hands are all over my body. In my hair, holding my neck, grabbing my tits, down to my waist to fuse my pussy with his strong dick. He’s hard. I can feel it against my clit. We are both pulsating wanting more.

  He pulls his mouth away from mine and I growl at him trying to chase him back to my mouth. I sink my nails into his scalp to pull him back but he resists. I hiss at him. The last thing I want to do is talk about something that already happened.

  It happened but I don’t want to dwell on it. If we talk about it, it makes it real and I don’t need to replay it in my head. I deal with death every day but I’m still trying to work out why I didn’t stop him from doing it. Why didn’t I stop him from killing that man for making a comment? I don’t get it.

  “Calista, are you sure?”

  I growl again. “Yes! Victor, I want you. Please.”

  Which is all I needed to say.

  His lips fuse with mine and our hands fight to get ourselves naked without separating our mouths again. I love when he kisses me as if he has to. As if he needs to kiss me to survive. It makes me feel as if he wants me almost as much as I want him.

  He rips my underwear off my body and throws them to the side of the bed. When he takes his lips from mine, I’m breathing hard and fast trying to get enough air into my body. He has me red hot with desire and want.

  Victor licks down my neck, over my tits before sliding off my body. I try in vain to keep him where he was but he’s much stronger than me. My legs are moved over his thigh and we are now facing each other. I open my eyes to see his peering at me with love.

  “Calista, in case you didn’t know this, you are mine. Mine. No other man will ever come between what’s mine again. Do you understand me?”

  His words are dripping with conviction. I know now in the bottom of my heart that he must feel an ounce of what I feel for him.

  “Yes. If I’m yours than you are mine, too. Okay?”

  Victor’s big hand follows the path of my curves exposed by my being on my side. His hand stops at my ass but doesn’t stop there. He then moves to cup my cheek before sliding his fingers inside of me. I gasp out at the intrusion of his fingers and I shake from the wanton want of him.

  “Yes!” I moan and chase his lips to kiss mine. We are fused together in a matter of seconds by mouth and his fingers fucking my hole.

  Each time he pumps his fingers in and out of me, I feel myself spiraling out of control. I’m spiraling so far out of orbit I begin chanting his name against his lips.

  “Look at me,” he mumbles against my lips.

  Our eyes clash in the middle. “Yes,” I hiss.

  Victor’s mouth shimmies down my body until he reaches his skillful fingers. With a sinful combination, he fucks me with his tongue and his fingers.

  Victor

  She has such a tiny little pussy which is gushing from her arousal. Each swipe of my tongue, she squeezes my fingers with her inner muscles.

  The woman is a goddess.

  “Victor, mmm, Victor!”

  I thrust my fingers in deeper, using my index and middle finger to fuck her hole and my thumb to massage her other hole. We never discussed anal before, but the way she’s yelling and moaning, I don’t think she’s opposed to it.

  With one last suck of my tongue, I suck her clit and clitoral hood into my mouth, moaning around it to get her there.

  “Fuck!” She moans loudly and her thighs begin to shake around my head. “Yes! Please! I’m almost there!”

  Moving my mouth and fingers away from her, I gear up to sink inside of her quickly. Setting a punishing yet gentle rhythm of my hips, I make love to her just like she deserves.

  I grab her hands in mine, dragging them above her head, she meets me in the middle as I thrust into her.

  “I’m going to come!” She moans, bucking her hips up in the air. “I need more… I need more!”

  I reach between our bodies and slam my thumb onto her clit. She screams as she detonates around me.

  *

  “Are we going to talk about it?” I ask Calista.

  After we spent the morning and afternoon in bed, I knew I would have to feed her eventually. As much as I want to keep her locked in my house for my own enjoyment, that’s bordering on sex slavery.

  We walk hand in hand into a very prestigious restaurant. She looks down at her dress that I bought her an hour ago and she smiles. “Talk about what?”

  I chuckle, sitting across from her at a dimly lit table. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  She giggles. “Can we just be a normal couple? I wouldn’t say we are having a first date, more like a second first date. Is that all right?”

  Nodding my head, I take a sip of the wine a waitress just poured us. “Sure, pussycat.”

  Calista orders her food and watches as the waitress takes my order with jealousy in her eyes. I love how jealous she gets over women talking to me. It's surprisingly a turn on for me. Like she onl
y wants me for her and no one else.

  “And you, sir?”

  I smirk at the waitress and order the same thing Calista did. “Just the same as her, please.”

  “You know, I haven’t seen you around in a long time… Where have you been?”

  Oh this waitress is good. She’s going to make Calista think I used to sleep with her. This bitch is not going to have her job for long.

  “You know, if you put our order in, the quicker we get our food,” Calista explains to the blonde waitress with malice in her voice.