Fight For Me (Dark Renzetti Series Book 2)

by V Domino

  “Jefa personally invited us, check the list for Twitch. I'm sure the boss wouldn't be happy to know his personal fighters were barred from entering due to attire.”

  Attire? Who the hell is this guy. I bite back my laughter when Nick turns and gives me a wide-eyed look while the bouncer scans through the list. Clearing his throat, the bouncer moves aside and allows us to enter without another word.

  The music hits us as we walk in. I didn't think this place would look like a club. The quiet outside suggested a more personal setting but the inside is packed with people. A pretty blonde greets us, “Follow me, gentlemen.” She gives us both a once over before turning and leads us further into the club, past all the people dancing to ‘Your Domino’ by TIEKS, and that's when I see her.

  Silver stands above the dance floor in the second level of the club. Her back is to me but I instinctively know it's her. She has a drink in her hand while she sways her hips to the music, making her sequined dress throw off multi colored glimmers as the lights touch her. Her hair is in an updo, showing off the open back of the dress. She has a thin tattoo down her spine that makes my fingers itch to run down the ink. She’s not dancing erotically, just moving her hips but every man around her is as transfixed by her movements as I am. I want to gouge every one of their eyes.

  Calm down, asshole.

  I pull my eyes from her just as Johnny's booming voice meets my ears.

  “Twitch, Nick, buonasera!” Good evening. “Come, there's drinks and women in the VIP section.”

  Johnny throws his arms around our shoulders and throws a wink at the greeter girl before steering us to the stairs leading to the second level.

  Johnny’s slightly slurred voice yells above the music, “I'm surprised you made it, I owe Jefa two hundred dollars now but don't remind her, yeah?”

  I laugh and accept a drink from the waitress. She gives me a flirtatious smile and pretty eyes, giving off the innocent look some guys fall for and although the girl is gorgeous, she's not holding my attention. I turn away, dismissing her immediately but Nick is quick to throw her some charm. The second level is filled with people, some I know and some I don't. This section wraps around the club with four sets of stairs at different locations. There's dark green velvet couches along the walls and luxurious looking coffee tables littered with liquor bottles and ice buckets.

  I'm so uncomfortable here. Clubs have never been my scene but then again, I've never been to one seeing as how I've been locked up since I was a kid. I don't know how to relax enough to enjoy the music and company. I've already marked the exits and I continue sweeping my eyes over the crowd to make sure there are no threats nearby while trying to seem unfazed.

  “Che cos'è?” What is it? Johnny's question makes me chuckle a little. I guess I'm not pulling off the tranquil look I was going for. I gulp down the drink to loosen myself up a little and grab another. Immediately, I feel the harsh alcohol work it's way into my system, warming my chest. I mentally remind myself that I'm not in juvie anymore and I don't need to be looking over my shoulder.

  I shake my head, “Tutto bene, Bones.” All good. I smirk at my use of the nickname he hates just to take the attention off my antisocial ass. Jefa said the nickname was given to him by his mother who always complained that he needed more meat on his bones as a kid. Thus, the name Bones.

  “Cazzo!” Shit! “Where'd you hear that name, asshole?” Given his reaction, I've now made it my goal to call him this every day. Besides Silver, whose real name I don't know yet, nicknames are usually given for something embarrassing but it's up to you if you're going to let that bother you.

  “I overheard Jefa call you that while talking to Silver.” Just saying her name makes my chest tighten. Johnny starts talking but my attention is drawn to Silver and Jefa. They look like they're arguing about something until Jefa walks away from her and stomps towards us. I nod my head to her when she stops next to us, snagging a leather jacket off the couch

  “Sil is pissed and wants to leave, I'm going to drive her home.” She looks frustrated but I have a feeling it's because I'm here. It’s not like I’ve been the nicest person to her.

  “I'll leave, this isn't my scene anyway. Tell your pops I stopped by.” I hold out my hand to Bones but Jefa's next words have my back straightening and my blood pumping.

  “It's her ex wey.” Fool. She bites her lip and looks anywhere but at my eyes. Normally I'd think she's up to something but the word ex has my mind on one track. I look towards the spot I last saw Silver but she's not there. Searching the crowd, I listen to Jefa and Bones. The latter seems suddenly sober as he puts his drink down.

  “That bitch Michael?” He demands, looking around as well.

  “Yeah, he showed up and he keeps trying to get her to dance with him, she says he used to get volatile when he drank. I told her I’d have him removed but he ruined her mood.”

  My eyes land on Silver. She's off to the side of the dance floor, like she was making her way to the front entrance but there's a guy blocking her path. Immediately I push past people and begin making my way to the first floor. I get to the stairs just as the guy grabs Silver's forearm and pulls her to him. I'm seeing fucking red. This motherfucker is touching someone that doesn't belong to him.

  I feel Bones behind me but I rush forward anyway, knocking people out of my way. Silver yanks her arms back and pushes away from the bastard just as I get there, good thing too. I grab the guy by his neck and bicep. He's my height but not as broad as I am and from the preppy look of him, he isn't scrappy at all. I shove him backwards and away from Sil, becoming the unmovable wall between them.

  I squeeze his throat and growl, “Hey, fuckface, when a woman says no she means fucking no. I'll give you one minute to turn around and leave before I drag your ass outside and leave your lifeless body somewhere.” I can't believe I'm holding back. I want nothing more than to kill this piece of shit but I know there's some made men in here who don't need the cops sniffing around. When you're involved with la famiglia, you need to be smart about what fights to pick and what fights you need to be patient about. This is one of those but if he doesn't heed my warning, I'll make good on my threat.

  “Who the fuck is this guy, Neviah?” the fuckboy squeaks out past my hand at his pencil neck. Hmm, Neviah is her name. It's as sensual as her. It sounds like an airy breath during sex.

  Focus, asshole.

  I shove away from him as Silver answers. “He's a bad night for you if you don't leave, Mikey. Get the fuck out of here, now.”

  The asshole tries saying something but I've had enough of this blondie. I move to grab him but Silver's small hand wraps around my bicep from behind me and I feel her body touch mine as she pulls me back.

  “Fine, but this isn't over, Neviah. You're still mine.”

  I bristle at that and pull out of Sil's grasp but Bones comes up behind Mikey and wraps his arm around his neck and pulls the bucking idiot out the front doors. Once he throws him out I turn back to Silver and look her up and down, grinding my teeth at the red marks on her arm. I don’t say anything though, this woman is tough ass hell and there’s no way she’ll respond well to coddling.

  Like the back, the front of her dress has a deep v that stops just below her navel, showing off her cleavage and toned stomach. She's fucking gorgeous. Her eyes are glittering with anger and something else but I can't focus on what that may be because she smiles at me, stunning my senses. I thought her ire made her beautiful but her smile... it's heart stopping.

  “And here I thought you hated me but then you go and try to save the damsel.” She runs her finger across my neck like a blade as she speaks before wrapping her fingers around my suspenders and pulling on them slightly. I grip her hand and pull her flush to my body, wrapping my arms around her slim waist before walking her backwards to the middle of the dance floor. Having her in my arms is heaven.

  “I never said I hated you, Neviah. I simply said you were a means to an end for me.” H
er eyes flare but then she smiles slyly before wrapping her arms around my neck and tangling her fingers in my hair.

  “A means to an end, huh? If memory serves me correctly, and it does,” she smiles at me again but pulls on my hair making me hiss, “You didn't get your end, did you?” I open my mouth to say something but she tightens her fingers in my hair again. Fuck!

  This girl is asking for trouble.

  “What's the problem, Twitch? Three years and you still can't admit you want something more than a quick fuck? You can't admit you feel something differently for me?” She's touching on my thoughts exactly, like she feels the same way. I pull my head away from her vicious fingers and skim my lips along her temple before speaking into her ear.

  “I don't know what you're talking about, dea.” Goddess. “But what I do know is, you're right. I didn't get mine that day in the shower.” I push her away but only to spin her around and keep her fingers from ripping my hair out. I pull her waist flush with my groin as we move to the music. Dark Polo Gang's ‘Sinaloa’ is playing and even with the remix it's still a slow song, perfect for swaying and grinding.

  “So how about we fix that, hmm?” I ask her as I run my hand up her body and let my fingers slip beneath the deep v in the front of her dress, touching her ribs and squeezing her braless breast before pulling on the barbell that’s pierced through her nipple.

  Silver leans her head back against my shoulder and rubs her ass along my growing cock before looking over at me and licking the corner of my lips.

  “Your place or mine, handsome?”

  Fuck yes!

  The valet pulls my car up and hops out as I open the passenger door for Silver. I almost groan seeing her sitting in my Chevelle. Fucking perfect. I tip the valet and sit in the driver's seat while trying to focus on the road instead of the scent of roses in the car’s confines.

  I pull out of the parking lot as Silver runs her hand along the door panel, admiring the beauty of the car. “The Chevelle is one of my favorite cars. They made this particular style from 1968 through 1973. After that the Malibu Chevelle came out and totally ruined the Chevelle line.”

  I'm fucking stunned. This beautiful woman loves fighting and cars. Not only does she like them but she knows about them, more than what you'd expect. I stop at the red light and turn to face her, looking at her with a different set of eyes.

  She's something else.

  A creature designed specifically for me, at least that's what it seems like.

  “Are there any other secrets you have in that head of yours. Do you race too?” I'm joking but she smiles while giving me a shrug before turning to the four gear shifter on the floor between our legs. Even when the light turns green I sit there and watch her fingers trace the shifter from the base to the knob at the top then back down.

  My cock flexes at the tantalizing sight.

  “You'll never know if you keep running away from me.” I look up at her eyes and see she's staring at me in a knowing way. I reach over and grip her thigh, sliding my fingers up to her pussy.

  “Put it in gear then, doll.” I stroke her lips through the fabric of her panties as I push the clutch in and hold the steering wheel. She slides closer to get a firmer grip on the shifter, opening her thighs further for me. She pulls the shifter back into first gear, letting the car move forward. She then shifts to second without me needing to say anything and as much as I don't want to grind the gears, I want to have her attention distracted by what I'm doing to her so I push her thighs apart while keeping my eyes on the road. I grip both sides of her panties and pull them up and between her pussy's lips and smile at her gasp then groan when she gyrates her hips against the tight material. She shifts to third and I hear a slight grind in the gears which makes me smirk.

  I slip my fingers under the lace and hiss at drenched metal that meets my fingers. “Damn, you have your clit pierced?” I ask in a groan while palming myself.

  “No, Twitch, that metal you feel is a figment of your imag…” I pinch her clit roughly, turning her sarcasm into a loud moan.

  I pinch her clit again as I reply, “Keep that sexy mouth closed for me while I finger fuck you.”

  Her moan is my only response as we pull up to a red light. There's no one next to us and even if they were, they couldn't see inside with my tinted windows anyway. I pump her a few more times as she squeezes her tits. The sight before me is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My dick is so hard against my jeans that I have to adjust myself more than once to relieve the pressure but it's useless, Silver has me harder than I've ever been. I grip myself through the jeans as I pull my fingers away from her and bring them to my mouth, licking her juices off.

  “You're so fucking wet, baby. It'd be so easy to slip my dick into you. Lay the seat back and touch yourself while I drive.” She follows my order as I shift the car into first and begin to speed to my apartment. I need to get this girl naked and trembling beneath me. My apartment isn't that far from where we are but trying to drive while watching Silver sink her fingers into herself makes the few minutes torturous. I quickly pull into the empty parking garage and shut off the ignition.

  “Don't move,” I order Silver as I unclip my bowtie and open the door. As I walk around the front of the car I see Silver straightening her dress but I open her door before she can bring it down past her ass.

  “Did I tell you to fix your dress?” I say as I squat down and turn her hips towards me so her legs hang over the door frame.

  She bites her bottom lip as I slide my hands up her thighs. “Well, let's go inside so I can take it off.” Her breathy voice is sensual and husky, a sound that will forever be on my mental playlist.

  Needy and greedy. I fucking love it.

  “Oh, we're going inside but first, I want to taste you. You've been on my mind since the shower, scratch that, since I met you. You're fucking perfect, Neviah.” I lift up a little and kiss her, I bring my hand up to the back of her head to position it allowing me to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangle as I grip her silver locks and pull her head back so I can trail my lips down her throat.

  “Lay back and let me see this rose bud.” I say while tapping on her, once again, clad pussy.

  She does as she's told, giving me access to her soaked panties. I slide them down her legs and past her heels before stuffing them in my back pocket. I'll be keeping these babies. Once she's bare, showing off her glistening cunt I lift her left leg up and place her foot on the door frame, opening her wet folds. I lean in and drag my nose along the side of her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal and rose.

  “So, fucking sweet,” I say before dragging my tongue along her slick ribbon savoring her decadent taste and breathy moans. Her long fingers grip my hair, pulling me closer so she can grind on my face but it's a battle of wills with us. I don't think that'll ever change, not that I mind, a little dominance battle with this siren is fucking life for me. I grip her wrist and hold her down with my forearm as I devour her. Using my tongue to penetrate before coming back up to swirl her engorged nub.

  “Oh fuck, Twitch. Yes!” I release her wrist and slip two fingers into her channel, feeling her walls quaking. I curl my fingers and hit that perfect spot, her glory box. I lift my eyes as I pump hard, bruising her thighs I'm sure, and watch her chest heaving as she mumbles unintelligible words with moans. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as her climax hits, soaking my fingers further. I lap and lick up all she gives while keeping my eyes on hers. The flush in her cheeks is fucking stunning. Like red on a rose. I lick my fingers before standing up and holding my hand out to her. I smile when I see my bowtie in her hand.

  “You keep my panties, I keep this.” She gives me a sexy wink before taking my hand.

  “Fine with me. Now, let's go, dea.” Goddess. “I'm nowhere near done with you.” I palm my aching cock through my jeans.

  “Good because I need you, bello.” Her words make my heart pump erratically but when she stands straight
she looks me right in the eyes with a serious look. “But don't fuck it up because you'll never have me again.” I know she's not just talking about pleasure. She wants what I want.

  We make it to my apartment door and as I'm unlocking it, Silver reaches around with both arms and begins undoing my buckle and sliding her hand in to grip my leaking cock. God, I need to be inside this girl, now. I groan as she squeezes the head of my dick, running her thumb along the slit.

  “You're so big. Fucking hell. You're going to split me.” Her words are said on a moan just as I shove the damn door open. I grab her wrist and yank her through the threshold and into my small studio apartment. It's not much but it's enough for me. I have a queen size bed, a dresser and small desk along with a card table and folding chair. Nothing else but miscellaneous items and food.

  I push Silver up against the door and bring her hands up above her head with one hand while I rip her dress down to the hem. I'm done fucking around. I need to be in her like I need my next fucking meal. Once she stands bare before me, I pull my pants and briefs down and lift her off the floor. There's no sweetness about our fucking. There's no tenderness to be seen. That can come later, right now I just need to fuck her like an animal and seeing how she's aiding me by holding herself up while I line myself up, I know she wants to get fucked like one too.

  I slam deep on the first thrust and I pull back out only to slam in deep again. “I hope you like it rough, doll,” I mumble against her neck before pounding her hard against the wall.

  Finally being balls deep inside her feels like nothing else. There's nothing I can compare it to. Maybe the feeling of Molly when it first hits your system or the burn of Everlast liquor as you take your first shot? But no, there's nothing on this fucking planet that can compare to the sensation of Silver's pussy. I pull her off the wall and walk toward the bed, reluctantly pulling out of her sinful cunt and dropping her down on top of the sheets. I rip my suspender off before pulling my shirt off.