MOAN: The Cantonneli Mafia

by Sophia Gray

  “Riding,” I said shortly. “I’m in for the party tonight.” I dipped my hand into my back pocket and pulled out a plastic bag full of molly pills. “And everyone’s gonna be rolling, courtesy of the Prophets.”

  Rudy nodded. He looked relieved. “Good kid,” he said shortly. “Boulder and Tyler are clearing out one of the back rooms—go help.”

  I bristled with anger as he strode out of the room. He wasn’t even in control of me anymore, and he still thought he could talk to me like that? Not on my fuckin’ watch. At least that was what I wanted to say. But I knew that I’d seriously have to rein in my attitude and my lip until my name was cleared with the club.

  Boulder and Tyler weren’t surprised to see me; I wondered if Rudy had been talking shit behind my back, telling all the others about how I fucked up selling pills in Demon Catchers territory. But neither Boulder nor Tyler said shit as I got to work helping them clean. By the time we were done, the room looked good. Our clubhouse had definitely seen better days. I knew that Colton’s dying wish was for his club to become more legit, to move downtown, to move to a nicer house, but as long as we were still feuding with the Demon Catchers, that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Colton hasn’t been here in days,” Tyler said to me on the sly. We’d stepped out for cigarettes and I felt my muscles aching from scrubbing the floor. “He can’t even go places, not even with his oxygen tank.”

  I swallowed hard. “He’s a good dude, but he’s gotta get out of the way,” I said darkly. “Rudy’s dying to lead this club. I don’t think he’ll put up with a leader who’s out of commission for much longer.”

  Tyler shrugged. “I ain’t stepping in the middle of it,” he said sharply. “Colton’s been a good president. But he’s an old man, and we need a real leader.” He eyed me. “It true you were pushing pills in Catcher territory?”

  Inwardly, I groaned. “Fuck, yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “It was a fuckin’ stupid move, I know that.”

  Tyler clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Look, Rudy said you fucked up because you were sniffin’ some pussy. That’s fine. Just don’t fuckin’ let the broad steer your head around too much.”

  I sighed. “I know,” I said. “It ain’t gonna happen again.” I spat on the floor and crushed the butt of my cigarette out under the heel of my boot. “Rudy said his piece already. I know how y’all feel about this.”

  Tyler stared at me. “Man, if you ever need to talk…”

  I held my hand up. “I don’t,” I replied tartly. “Now we gotta fuckin’ finish cleaning up.”

  Tyler didn’t bring up Colton, or Rudy, or my fucking up, for the rest of the day. We swept out the other rooms and stocked all of the fridges and the bar with tons of beer and booze. There were cigarettes tucked everywhere and I counted every single pill that I had in the baggie. There were over two hundred doses of molly there. I wasn’t a genius, but that amounted to over five thousand dollars if I could sell all of the pills in one night.

  By the time people started showing up, I was ready to get this shit on the road. It was the usual crowd—friends of the club, college kids, girls looking to score with one or more of the Bleeding Prophets. The usual. Thankfully, the scene was exactly the same as always: men trying to look tougher than they really felt, and women trying to look like absolute sluts. I was relieved not to see Vanessa. Even though I felt like I’d done a decent job of warning her away from the clubhouse, she was a fucking headstrong little girl and part of me was afraid that she’d show up.

  I knew exactly how she’d react when I told her about the party, which was why I hadn’t really wanted to say anything. I got it, she knew about my reputation, but her jealousy wasn’t something I had room to deal with at the time. After all, I was practically obsessed with her. There was no way I’d risk fucking up what we had just so I could get another notch on my bedpost. I had too many of those damn things already; it was a wonder I’d made it a few years in the Prophets without getting VD or some shit.

  “Hey,” Rudy said darkly. He sidled up to me with a beer in his hand. The room was full of smoke and thick with the laughter of drunk men and women. “You push any pills?”

  I nodded. “Some,” I said. I’d actually done well so far in the night, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. “This is good shit. I sold a few so far, but I’m confident about the rest of the night.”

  Rudy put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed hard. “Don’t fuck this up,” he said. He squeezed hard and for a moment I wanted nothing more than to get away from him. “Cade, go out there and finish,” Rudy said. The front door had opened and a group full of fresh-faced college girls was standing there. My heart lurched—one of them looked almost like Vanessa.

  As soon as they saw me staring at them, they all blushed and tittered. I walked over with a grin on my face and extended my hand.

  “Evening, ladies,” I said, trying to sound as smooth as possible. “You ladies looking to have some special fun tonight?”

  One of them, the leader, fought to the front of the pack and swallowed hard. “I am,” she said softly. She put her hand in mine and caressed my palm with her fingertips. “And you’re gonna help me with that?”

  I grinned and reached into my pocket, grabbing a few pills and pressing one against her palm. “For the low, low price of twenty-five dollars, I can help you do anything you want,” I said smoothly.

  The girl blushed deeply. She was pretty—not as pretty as Vanessa—with brown hair and brown eyes. Tan skin, medium height, sorority-prep clothes. For a moment, I found myself wondering what kind of a lay she’d be. Then my mind immediately flashed back to Vanessa and I pulled my hand away.

  “We want some, too.” Another one of the girls pushed forward. This one reminded me more of Kimmy—blonde, worldly, looked like she could be a real bitch at times. “Is that okay?”

  I chuckled. “There’s plenty to go around, ladies.”

  By the time I’d parted from the gaggle of younger women, my pockets were filled with crisp bills and the baggie was ten pills lighter.

  I could tell that Rudy was watching me all night. It was the one Bleeding Prophets party where I barely drank. I didn’t even feel like I’d be able to have a really good time without drinking, but at this point I didn’t care. All I could think about was Vanessa, how it would feel to slide inside her wet pussy again, to make her scream my name. She was the most incredible woman that I’d ever met, and I couldn’t wait until I could legitimately bring her around the Prophets as my girl.

  There was only one snag in the plan. Dating as a Prophet was really hard. It made girlfriends a target of our enemies, like the Demon Catchers. I didn’t want Vanessa ever getting into trouble because of me, or because she was too stubborn to give me up. But if we were married, things would be different. A wife of a gang member was more easily respected by the other side, and more easily defended by the other Prophets. In order to bring Vanessa around safely, I’d have to get Rudy and the others on board with her presence in the first place.

  Sadly, I didn’t see that happening any time soon.

  Towards the end of the night, I sold the rest of my pills to a college kid from out of state. I knew that I should have felt relieved, but it was hard to care. I still resented Rudy for treating me like shit after I’d fucked up. Him telling the other guys was a low move that he shouldn’t have had to do.

  All I wanted to do was leave the clubhouse and go for a real big drink at The Last Haul.

  When everyone had finally left the clubhouse, or gone in the back, or upstairs, out back to fuck, Rudy pulled me aside and gently shoved me down into a chair.

  “You did a real bang-up job helping us tonight,” Rudy said. He shot me a grin. “I’m real proud of you, boy.”

  I handed him the wad of cash that I’d painstakingly collected from so many college kids. “Here you are,” I said. “Five thousand and one hundred dollars.”

  Rudy raised his eyebrows at me. “I thought you only had two hundred pills
?”

  I laughed. “I charged some kids extra,” I said with a grin. “They wouldn’t know the fucking difference if it bit them in the face.”

  Rudy grinned again and let out a loud chuckle. “That’s my boy,” he said. He grinned at me and shook his head. “I’m real proud of you, kid,” Rudy said with a wink. “You really turned things around, you know that?”

  I nodded. “I’m trying,” I said.

  “Well, it worked. Ever since you dropped that girl, you’ve been doin’ real well around here.” Rudy put his hand on my shoulder again. “You keep it up, you’ll be a lieutenant someday.”

  I couldn’t help but stare. I was surprised. Sure, I was twenty-two and I’d worked my ass off for the Bleeding Prophets, but I hadn’t ever counted on rising through the ranks so damn quickly.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Vanessa

  When I got home from the Four Courts Motel, I wasn’t feeling so cavalier. I kept thinking of my earlier fight with my parents. Would it somehow come back to bite me in the ass? What would I do if they kicked me out for real? Deep down, I knew things wouldn’t be that bad. After all, I was paying for my own apartment with a scholarship stipend and money I’d saved up from working during my first two years of school. But I’d never really been on my own. After all, my parents had helped me find my apartment, and given me their approval to move out of their house.

  I was twenty-one, I didn’t have to answer to anyone, including my parents.

  Except that I still felt like I wanted to make my parents happy. That was sort of the goal all along: be a good girl, make my parents proud, get married and then turn into them. But I hadn’t ever felt like I’d turn out the same way as my parents. Mom just hadn’t wanted the same things out of life that I did.

  I was just nervous they’d still be around when I got back. Thankfully, the apartment was empty. Not even Kimmy was home—like that was some surprise. But the suitcases were gone and my sheets had been washed and folded on top of my bed. A streak of irritation went through me. They couldn’t even have bothered making my bed after throwing me out of my own room?! But then I realized I was mostly just glad to be alone. I flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.

  “Vanessa,” Cade said with a grin. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come with me.”

  I frowned as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tried to tug me forward. “Cade? What’s going on? I thought you were supposed to be meeting me in secret.”

  “Babe, that’s all over now,” Cade said in a soothing tone. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, pressing his lips against mine. The kiss felt sensual and real and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped between my lips. “We’re the real thing,” Cade whispered. He trailed his hands down my back and squeezed my ass hard. It hurt, but it also felt good, and I found myself wriggling against Cade and squirming into his touch.

  “Cade, shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?” I looked around and discovered that we were in the Bleeding Prophets clubhouse, where we’d first met.

  Cade grinned. “Honey, once we go public, we don’t ever have to sneak around again.” He winked at me. “Besides, I gotta give these men a little show, don’t I?” He slipped his hands up my shirt and squeezed my breasts. “I love your tits,” Cade whispered into my ear. I felt both vulgar and aroused. “They’re so perfect.”

  “Cade, I don’t know about this,” I said, wriggling and twisting away. There was hooting and laughter around us and when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to discover that Cade and I were standing in a sea of Bleeding Prophets. They were staring and leering and laughing as Cade groped me. When I tried to push him away, Cade just gripped me more tightly.

  “Come on, baby, loosen up,” Cade cajoled. “They come with me, honey, it’s a total package.”

  I bit my lip. “I don’t know,” I said softly. “I mean, what if they don’t like me?”

  Cade chuckled. “It don’t matter,” he said in a way that sent a chill down my spine. “I like you, and that’s what counts. Isn’t that right, guys?”

  The rest of the Bleeding Prophets cheered and whistled. I felt more and more uncomfortable with each passing second, but I tried to trust Cade. After all, he knew what he was doing. He was appreciated by the men. So they’d have to trust him, I rationalized. I was going to be okay. Everything was going to be just fine.

  Cade pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss and pulled me close. I tried to pull away but the thrill of his skin against mine was too much to resist and before I knew it, I was closing my eyes and moaning as he sucked on my lower lip. I could feel myself getting aroused and it felt like my pussy was thumping inside of my panties. Suddenly, I wanted Cade to touch me there. I no longer cared that we were surrounded by his motorcycle buddies, I just wanted him.

  “Cade,” I moaned in his ear. “I feel so hot!” The room wasn’t overly warm but my skin was starting to break out in a delicate sweat. I was itching to take my clothes off. Cade slipped his fingers under my shirt and pulled it over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra and the cool air on my breasts felt heavenly. I could feel my nipples beginning to stiffen as Cade reached down and fondled me.

  “You are so sexy,” Cade groaned. He got down on his knees and pressed his head to my chest, licking and sucking at my nipples until I thought I was going to die from arousal. Feelings of intense pleasure coursed through my body and I closed my eyes and threw my head back, fully intent on enjoying every ounce of the delicious sensation. I was barely aware of Cade’s hand slipping lower and lower until it was nudged crudely between my legs. I was wearing jeans but the material felt thin, and as Cade began to rub at my crotch with his hand, I moaned and spread my legs.

  Some of the Bleeding Prophets watching us let out a loud cry and cheers of excitement. But now, unlike before, it actually kind of turned me on to know that they were watching. Before I could think about what I was doing, I slid my hands down my body and fumbled with the snap on my jeans, tugging them down my hips and stepping out one leg at time. Cade looked up at me with a sexy, mischievous grin on his leonine face.

  “You wanna be my little slut?” Cade winked at me and my heart melted. I nodded as he grabbed my thighs and spread my legs far apart. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

  I grinned and slid my fingers down my bare body. I was used to touching myself, but never like this. My own touch felt almost alien to me, sexy somehow. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my soft fingertips gliding down my skin. I’d never understood how people could find masturbating sexy, but all of a sudden, I thought that I was starting to finally get it.

  “Show me,” Cade whispered. He stood up and kissed me deeply, licking my lips with his tongue. “Show me exactly how you want me.”

  I swallowed hard and nodded my consent. Cade took my hand and led me over to the corner of the room, where a bright red velvet couch had been placed. He gently shoved me down on the couch and kicked my legs apart at the knee. Everyone in the room turned to look at me and I felt myself blush painfully red. I was so aroused that I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs, like something independent of the rest of my body, something that needed pleasure to survive.

  “Touch yourself,” Cade instructed.

  I blushed and bit my lip. “Everyone’s watching me,” I said softly.

  Cade stepped in front of me. His lean, muscular frame wasn’t all that wide, but I could sense that he was trying to block me from the worst of the onlookers. His protection made me feel safe again, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I let out a soft little sigh. Cade wrapped his fingers around my wrist and slid my hand down my body. At first, I hesitated and he had to drag my hand. But as soon as my fingers skidded through the soft, moist pubic hair at the front of my body, I relaxed. This was just me—I knew what I felt like. I didn’t see how it could be so sexy for Cade to watch, but then again, there were a lot of things about sex that I didn’t understand.

  “Now play wit
h yourself,” Cade ordered in a soft whisper. I began to move my fingers against my soaked crotch. I discovered after a few seconds that rubbing gentle circles around my swollen, wet clit felt heavenly and I spread my legs and put each foot up on the couch. Moaning loudly, I took a deep breath and rubbed myself furiously. I saw stars behind my eyes as I could feel my clit pulsing with each delicious movement and I never wanted the pleasurable sensations to stop.

  Something warm slid into my pussy and my eyes bulged open. Looking down, I realized it was Cade’s finger. He was down on his knees in front of me, wriggling his hand against my crotch and staring at me with one eyebrow raised. The sexy, dominant expression on his face was almost enough to make me come and I shuddered with arousal as Cade slipped a second finger inside of me. The room around me disappeared as my pleasure built and built and I let out a wild scream, thrashing around on the couch as I felt a powerful orgasm overtake my small body.

  “That’s it,” Cade said in an encouraging tone. “That’s right, show everyone how hard my little girl can come.” His words were sexy to me and I felt my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. “Come on, Vanessa, come for me,” Cade hissed. My body shook with the effort.