Fight For Me (Dark Renzetti Series Book 2)

by V Domino

  I don’t know if I’m upset about that or not.

  I let my eyes continue to caress him and when he finishes my left hand, I move it toward his chest. Using the tips of my fingers I touch his tattoos, tracing the details. I trace the name Romano under his collarbones and lightly skim the piercing through his nipple, just like mine. Though, I'm unfortunately not wearing the rings right now. Too bad because it would feel amazing rubbing the steel rings against his.

  His hiss has me looking into his eyes. “Don't start something you can't finish, damsel.”

  Damsel? This fucking guy.

  “I didn't start anything, Stitch, because I know you can’t satisfy me. Why start something with someone who can't make me scream?” My taunting cuts off when he jerks me forward and spins me so that with a huff of air from my lungs, my back hits his chest.

  “You don't know what I can do to you, Silver.” Twitch has the scissors to my throat while his left arm is wrapped around my middle. I can feel his excitement pushing between my ass cheeks but I don't move and I don't reply to him. Even with the sting of the scissors breaking my skin enough to draw a drop of blood, the wetness between my legs floods even more. The threat to my life is fucking turning me on.

  What in the actual fuck?

  His deep voice rumbles against my ear while his lips brush the shell. “If screaming is what you want, I can make you break your vocal chords. And I can make that happen with pain,” His left hand slowly runs up my side, over my rib cage until his thumb brushes the underside of my right breast. “Or with pleasure. It's your choice, pretty girl.”

  What the hell did I get myself into?

  I don't know what I expected when I walked in here but I was not prepared for the sight before me. Silver standing naked under the hot spray with steam all around her is an image that'll forever be burned into my memory.

  She looks like a goddess.

  Her hair is no longer braided like she had it during her fight. Instead, the silver tresses are darkened with the water and hanging loosely down her back. Her body is perfect. Her round ass and flared hips are unobstructed by clothing and I couldn't be more grateful.

  Fuck me. This girl is beautiful.

  She doesn't know I'm standing here and I feel like a total creeper but watching her while her walls are down is my new favorite thing. She's not weak but she's not ready for battle either. Most of the time, Silver looks like she's ready for someone to attack her. It makes me wonder why. I know why I'm that way. Years of growing up in the system and juvie will do that to a person, but why is Silver like this?

  My teeth grind at the many scenarios that play out in my head. Abusive boyfriend or ex? Maybe she's the daughter of a heavy handed parent. Well, fuck that noise. I'll kill anyone who hurts her.

  Her moan brings me back to the moment. Eyes closed, mouth opened, Silver turns and runs her hands through her hair. I bite my fist so I don’t hiss audibly when I get a full frontal view of her. A decent man would have covered his eyes, turned around or announced himself but I've never been a decent guy and I won't pretend to be one now.

  Fucking glorious.

  Not just because she’s naked but because of the vulnerability I see. Not a decent guy remember?

  Arching her back to rinse her hair, the water runs down her face and over her perky breasts. My mouth dries at the sight of her pointed nipples but when my eyes travel lower, past that slim hourglass waist, I see a thin line of light colored hair leading to her small pussy and I have to palm my straining cock.

  I bite back a groan and tightly grip the scissors Johnny gave me to cut her wrist tape off with. She turns back around and starts trying to remove the tape from her hands, that's my cue to cut the voyeurism. I step up behind her and reach for her hand, making her stiffen with surprise. Thankfully, she doesn't try to stop me. She knows it's me.

  I can’t even begin to explain how that simple fact makes me feel.

  Silver looks over her shoulder in such a seductive way that I have to stop myself from pressing my lips to hers. I want to so badly, but right now I need to take this tape off for her. At least that's what I tell myself.

  I pull her hand back and she turns, once again giving me a full view but I don't look. I keep my eyes on her hand but I feel her eyes traveling my body, no doubt seeing the effect she has on me. Am I ashamed of that? No, abso-fucking-lutely not. She obviously isn't shy about her body either. She doesn't try to cover herself like most girls would and when I finish with her left hand she immediately moves her fingers across my chest and lets her finger flick my pierced nipple.

  Hissing, I tell her, “Don't start something you can't finish, damsel.”

  I know she can't stand being called anything that diminishes her strength but I love seeing the spark in her eyes when I push her buttons. Especially now, while she's naked.

  She takes a step closer to me before speaking. “I didn't start anything, Stitch, because I know you can’t satisfy me. Why start something with someone who can't make me scream?”

  I pull her right arm spinning her so that her back hits my front. I can't take this much sensory; I didn't expect this when I came in here. I thought I'd find a pissed off girl instead I find this sexy woman who makes me want things I never cared for. I want to show her how good I can make her feel. I want to show her how loud I can make her scream. I never in my fucking life cared to make anyone feel good, but this girl right here? Yeah I want to make her feel good.

  I push the scissors against her throat, hard enough to let her know I'm not a nice guy. Yeah, I want to make her feel good but I only know how to do dark shit. I'll never be the soft lighthearted teddy bear guy. It's better for her to realize that now.

  “You don't know what I can do to you, Silver.” I let my lips move against the shell of her ear as I speak. “If screaming is what you want, I can make you break your vocal chords. And I can make that happen with pain,” I trail my left hand up her side, until my thumb brushes the bottom of her breast. “Or with pleasure. It's your choice, pretty girl.”

  She drops her head back against my shoulder and breathes out, “Prove it.”

  As much as it grieves me to do so, I replace the scissors with my hand. Wrapping my fingers around her throat, I pull her away from me and turn her pushing her by the neck until her back hits the tiles. She hisses at the coldness but any complaint she might have had gets cut off when I press myself to her front. With zero space between our bodies, she can feel my dick pressed against her.

  “I don't like being told what to do, Silver.” I drag my nose up the side of her face, inhaling her scent. She smells like roses, literal roses. Groaning I grind myself against her as I slip my thigh between her legs. “But I'm open to begging, especially from your pretty lips.”

  “Fuck you, Twitch. I'd rather bleed first.” My heart speeds up at the thought of Silver bleeding while I fuck her. I move back a little and see the glitter in her eyes. She'd like that too, little wild cat.

  “I'll save the bleeding for next time, if you're a good girl.” I don't let her say whatever comeback she planned on because I slam my lips down on hers. We're not soft about it. Our lips move with fervor, devouring each other's moans. Teeth clashing and tongues tangling, Silver's taste invades my mind. Her taste is like her smell, roses. Almost like she chews on petals daily and like the flower, she has thorns.

  She wraps her arms around me as I hike her left leg over my hip. I push my covered dick against her opening and grid deeply, eliciting the sexiest sounds from her. She rotates her hips against me a few times before I slide my hand between us, never breaking the kiss. I cup her pussy and feel her wetness on my hand. I slide my fingers through her folds before circling her clit, drinking down her moans. I leave the sensitive nub and slide my finger inside her. Fucking her with my hand, I trail my lips down her jaw, to her neck making marks as I go.

  This fucking girl drives me to insane levels. I want so many things with her. I’m not a piece of shit t
o women but I usually don’t give a fuck if they get off or not. This right here, getting Silver off before letting her touch me? That’s new and I’m not hating it. I want to drag out her pleasure, I want to make her feel good and I want to hear her scream.

  I add a second finger and grin when I hear her breathy moan, “Oh fuck, Twitch.”

  Just as her pussy tightens on my fingers with her climax hitting, I bite her hard on her neck and taste the slight metallic tinge of her blood. I told her I’d make her scream. Instead of pushing me away, she rides my hand harder, making her climax drag out.

  “Fuck yes!” Her voice sounds needy and I fucking love it.

  Once she comes down from her high, I pull my fingers from her pussy but I’m not done yet. Silver must have the same thoughts because she pulls my mouth to her and kisses me deeply before sucking my bottom lip into her hot mouth and bites me fucking hard.

  I can’t get over this bewitching woman.

  She releases my lip before reaching for the waistband of my shorts. I let her free my leaking cock, because why the fuck not right? If she wants it I’m not complaining. I pull back slightly and watch as she pumps me twice before trying to line the head of my dick at her entrance. Before she can even get that far I grab her hand and pull myself from her. She whimpers a little when I grip both of her wrists in my hand and pull them above her head. Smiling at her I drag my hand down her side to her breast, pinching her nipple hard.

  “You drive me fucking crazy, Silver. What the fuck is it about you?”

  “I could ask you the same thing. You barge into my life and now I can’t get you out.” She looks back and forth between my eyes like she’s trying to find the answer in them.

  “I don’t know if I want to get you out.” She mumbles that last part to herself and I act like I didn’t hear her.

  That’s too heavy for me. It’s like she’s reaching into my head and taking the words right out of me. I can’t let it go that far. She may be taking up residence in my mind, hell, she might even be in my dreams tonight but I can’t let her into my life. I didn’t come here for that.

  What did I get myself into?

  A knock sounds at the door followed by Johnny's voice and I want to punch him and thank him.

  “Sil, hurry the hell up in there. People want to talk to you.”

  I lean in and kiss her again before letting her go and fixing my shorts. Her lips are swollen and the red tint to her cheeks makes my throat tighten up but I don't comment on it. I pick up the scissors from where I dropped them, I grab her right hand and pick up where I left off.

  Once the tape is removed she looks up at me from beneath her lashes.

  “Thank you.”

  As much as I want to push her back up to the wall right now and kiss that sweet shyness off her face, I don’t. I need to put this shit to bed already. I can’t lead her on. I square my shoulders and give her my best prick face.

  “For what? This was a typical post-fight ritual for me, you just happened to be the closest pussy.” I get the exact response I wanted from her.

  Fire burns in her eyes as her beautiful creamy skin turns red. I should have expected it but somehow I didn’t see the slap coming. Immediately I grab the fist coming at me and wrap my hand around her throat, pushing her up against the wall.

  “That wasn’t very nice, ragazza.” Girl. “Don’t get in your feelings about it and don’t ever raise a fist to me again. La prossima volta non sarò gentile.” Next time I won’t be nice about it. I tell her this but she doesn’t need to know that I would never raise my hand to a woman in anger. I deserved her slap, after all, but I won’t take a punch to my broken nose.

  “Let me go, puttana! Get the fuck out of my sight.”

  She looks so good right now, with my fingers around her slim neck. Her naked body on display and at my mercy.

  This fucking girl. She's perfect.

  Men usually want a woman who'll bend and fold under pressure, women they can tame and handle. Me? I want a woman who'll fight me every step of the way, a woman who'll sharpen me and let me sharpen her. I want a wild cat not a doll.

  I give her a wink and a mock salute before turning and walking out. I know my shorts are soaking wet but I can’t find it in me to give a flying fuck I just need to get away from this distraction.

  When I walk out into the hallway Johnny bites back his smile.

  “Is Silver, uh, almost done?”

  “Yeah… All done.” I turn and start walking towards the bar. My fucking nose hurts like a bitch but I’m looking to numb the tightness in my chest.

  My future just gained a complication and I can tell Silver is going to make my life torturous.

  It's been a little over three years since Barbaric Night and the best shower of my life—not that there was much showering going on. I’ve fought once a month for the first year and signed another two year contract with Diego. This is my last year fighting for him so I’ve been training a new guy to replace me. Next year, I’ll be fighting for myself.

  Though Jefa and Johnny have become friends of mine, Silver continues to see me as her nemesis. It's for the best. Avoiding her is impossible though; I run into her at the gym a lot since Johnny is my trainer and her best friend. It's never awkward though, unless you count all the glares and fuck yous as awkward, then, yeah we’re awkward as hell.

  I find those hateful looks and words to be foreplay when it comes to that silver haired vixen. Jefa is usually there too. I've seen her and Johnny whispering about us like a couple of old hens at church, I'm surprised the two haven't devised a plan to hook us up yet.

  Of course there’s the one night a year ago, where they both left the gym like assholes. They left Silver there with me as if they honestly thought she would willingly catch a ride with me. Just because she doesn’t have a replacement car yet doesn’t mean she’ll put her pride aside.

  I can’t say I blame her though.

  “Need a ride?” I asked her that night but as predicted, she ignored me while calling someone on her phone. I remember being so fucking pissed and having to hide the anger as she put the phone to her ear.

  “Hi, bello.” Handsome. “It seems I’m without a ride, do you think you can come pick me up and maybe come back to my place?” She asked in a sugar sweet voice while I bit the inside of my cheek, tasting blood. Who the fuck is this guy that she speaks to like a woman about to get fucked? My blood was pumping and I was starting to see red but I acted as though i didn’t give a fuck. Even when she hung up I stayed, of course I made it seem as though hanging outside of 5th Round was part of my nightly routine.

  “You can go, I don’t need you to wait around.” Silver said as she lit up a pink cigarette. Roses. The cigarette smelled like roses, just as her mouth tasted that day in the shower.

  I said nothing in reply. I waited, I wanted to see this asshole but to my utter surprise it was not a man but a woman who pulled up.

  “Have fun with your bello, babe.” I chuckled at her even when she turned and flicked the butt of the cigarette at my chest, sending lit embers everywhere.

  Shaking myself of those memories, I push on the gas as the light turns green. My beautiful 1969 Chevelle arrived about a week after my first fight and I've been using it to get me around, though I cringe almost every time I take her out because NYC is most definitely not the place for a big body classic muscle car. I think I'd kill someone if they dented or scratched my baby. For the first time in a long time I can't keep the grin from my face; life has been treating me good.

  Instantly I feel guilty.

  Anytime I feel a scratch of joy, I feel like I'm betraying my sister. It's why I couldn't give into my desires with Silver. My sister could be anywhere trying to survive while living in a shitty place or worse, she could be dea—Nah, I can't think like that. My sister is alive. She's my father's daughter, she's a fighter. I've gone to almost every agency and city clerk I could find in the phone book but they all tell me the same thin
gs.

  “I'm sorry, there's no one in the system named Sia Romano.”

  It almost killed my spirit but I can't give up.

  You have to protect your sister, ragazzo.

  “Sì, mamma. I'll find he,.” I say aloud because I always answer my mother. Even her ghost.

  My phone ringing brings me back from my mother's memories.

  “Ciao?” Hello?

  “Cómo estás, Twitch?” How are you, Twitch? I pull the phone away from my ear and look at the screen and see it's Jefa.

  “New phone who dis?” I say through a grin because I'm a sarcastic asshole with a sense of humor. Sue me.

  “Pendejo.” Idiot. “You know who this is; your boss, bitch.”

  I scoff loudly. “Boss? Jefa, if I had known it was you calling I would have pressed ignore. The fuck you want?” Did I mention I'm an asshole? Besides, it's the white haired demon girl, I have to tease her. She’s like a sister to me now.

  “I'm sure you would have. Listen, my pop's birthday is coming up this weekend and you haven’t showed up to any of the parties I’ve had for him. This year it’ll be at Medusa’s Lounge.” I can practically hear the pout in her voice.

  “Yeah, tell the old man I said happy birthday.” I go to hang up but Jefa's words stop me.

  “Fine, I'll make sure Silver goes with a date who can't keep his greedy hands off of her body.” I like Jefa, she's loyal, straight up and will make a great boss one day but I kinda want to strangle her for putting that image in my head. But I don't let it show in my tone.

  “Okay. Make sure to tell her I said hello.” I try to hang up a second time but she must have guessed my move.

  “Don't you dare hang up, Twitch. I know you like her and I know she likes you. What the fuck is the problem, huh? For three damn years, you guys have been taunting each other like two preschoolers only with a more vibrant vocabulary list.” She takes a deep breath to calm herself. I must say, I've never seen or heard Jefa so serious about something outside of Blanca business. “Listen, Twitch, I'm not inviting you to be her date, in fact this whole conversation got off base. I'm inviting you to my dad's party because he's proud of you. He walks around telling people about you like you're his son or some shit. Make him happy by showing up. If not fine but I'd appreciate it if you did. I'm not going to pull rank and force you to come, I'm simply asking as a friend.”