by Violet Paige
I gave him a sucker punch to the stomach. It felt good to get my hands on somebody again. To make them bleed.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“He's playing you,” he said through labored breaths.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“When the son’s away, the old man will play. Your old man needs to watch out. There's a new family in town. And they're coming for him.”
I looked over my shoulder at Marco. He was still standing over the man who he had shot. The guy was still yelling about his shoulder. It was starting to piss me off.
“Marco, get over here.”
He obliged and walked over quickly. “What's up?”
“This asshole said that somebody is coming after my family. You know anything about that?”
Marco shrugged. “No. Everybody knows that the Giotis are the most powerful family in town. No one would even try to take down your Pops.”
I looked back at the little shit who had his head hanging down, trying to catch his breath. “Hear that?” He didn't look up at me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head up to my face. “I said, did you hear that? Nobody is messing with my family. So you better talk, before I switch to your other arm and make you bleed out here.”
“The Agnelli’s,” he spat. “They say that your family has taken something that belongs to them and they have had enough. They're the ones running the guns. I work for them.”
Fuck. Vienna.
It seemed since I went away for prison, shit had started to hit the fan. Maybe prison had been easier after all.
I shook my head as I walked away from him.
“What do you want to do with him?” Marco asked me. Anger boiled beneath me skin.
I didn’t speak, I just turned around and grabbed the hand gun off the table. He didn’t even look at me when I shot him. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the warehouse.
“Dump him in the water. All of them. Let’s go home.”
Marco nodded and removed him.
I went to the table and took the guns and my money. I left the grenades; I never had a use for that much destruction. It wasn't calculated enough for my taste.
I walked out into the crisp air of the night and Marco looked afraid.
“What?” I asked him, angry with his fear.
“You looked different in there. Something he said?”
I looked at him sternly. “I was following orders. It’s that simple. Now get rid of them.” I shoved the gun at his chest and walked over to my car. “I want to go home.”
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel. It felt good to beat the shit out of that kid. But it only lead to more questions and more problems. That was not the way I liked to do business. I wanted this all to be over. I wanted to go home and screw Vienna’s brains out. Now there was even more work to do.
18
Luka
I dropped Marco off at the office.
“You coming in?”
He nodded and walked into the building.
I waited until Marco was out of sight and I dialed Vienna's number and waited for her answer. I just needed to hear her voice. Tomorrow, all that I wanted to do was lay in bed with her. I wanted to have a lot to repent for at Sunday's mass.
“Hello?” she asked groggily.
“It's me. How are you doing?”
“I was sleeping. What are you doing? I thought you had work tonight.”
“I did. Things didn't really go as planned.”
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I could hear the fear in her voice. How could she be snitching on me when she sounded like that? She couldn’t be that good of an actress, could she?
“No, I'm fine, baby. It's just business. Business that I didn't want to have to deal with yet. I'd rather be at home with you. What are you wearing?”
She sighed. “Just a little something silky against my skin.”
“Describe it to me.”
I loved that she didn't even give it a second thought. “It's a light pink silk tank top with white lace accents. There's a white lace thong to match.”
“I'd like to see that.”
“You will. Whenever you drag your ass home. I'll be waiting.”
“Send me a picture. Something to tease me a bit.”
“Fine. I'll see you soon?”
“In the morning. I'll be there when you wake up, I promise.”
I ended the call and I waited for the picture. Just a few seconds later, an image of herself and her voluptuous breasts in the light pink tank arrived. The lace practically blended in with her porcelain skin. She was perfect. My cock grew hard underneath my pants. I quickly exited out of the message. Now wasn't the time. I had other shit to deal with.
I walked into the office and waved off some of the thugs that were standing near the door. “We need a minute in private.”
Marco hadn't even entered the office yet, the pussy. I brushed past him and grabbed one of the guns. “Merry Christmas!” I said as I walked in.
A crease formed between my father's eyebrows. “What the hell are you doing back so soon?”
I set the gun down on his desk. “We have a problem.”
He stood up and laid his fingers down as he leaned down on the desk. I knew that stance well. This was going to go about as well as I expected.
“What the hell is that?”
“You were right about the Agnelli’s.” I was going to have to lie to my father. I wasn’t ready to tell him about Vienna. But I needed him to know the truth about Armani. He was playing him. And I wanted to personally handle that motherfucker.
“Right? How?”
“They’re on the move, they’re already here making deals right under our noses. We have to watch our backs. Are you sure this Armani guy is as clean as he says? The kid claimed that he only sold handguns and that he had totally different buyers.”
He shook his head. “That doesn't matter now.”
“Yes it does. It establishes if the kid was telling the truth. We need to know if Armani is a problem. Trying to start a blood war between us and the Agnellis, or worse he’s working for them. He had to have known that they were already after us. He should have told you.”
“Fine, I'll speak to him. I'll handle it. Like I always do.”
That pissed me off. I just had ended some kid because of Armani's business. I wanted to finish the job. “No, Pops, I got this one. I want to meet with him. I want this to end. I need to know if the Agnellis are here.”
“So you know if they’re coming for you? Fine.”
“Fine.”
My father shook his head. He looked older than I remembered. Wrinkled lines creased around his dark blue eyes. He was aging, fast. Maybe that was why he had put so much trust in Marco while I was away: he needed a second. Someone to help him run things. I hadn't been there for him. I felt like a failure.
He sighed heavily. “Fine, fine. Marco, what did you do during this little conversation?”
Marco moved out from behind me. “I shot two guys. One is dead, the other’s injured. I threw them in the water with their leader. If the one guy can swim, good for him. But I doubt it.”
“They Italian?”
We shook our heads. “Don't know. Neither of them spoke.”
“This kid, he look like an Agnelli? No accent then?”
“No, definitely not Agnelli. He was too dark.”
“So no firm connection, you’re sure it really ties back to Armani?”
He didn’t want to believe his friend was a liar. But he was. “Yes Pops, it does.”
By the next morning, we hadn't heard anything. Pops set a time to meet with Armani and go over what happened. I was just hoping we would be able to sniff out the rat if there was one.
I drove home exhausted; sleeping on the couch at the club didn't really give me the best night’s sleep. After dealing with the family drama last night, I now needed to deal with my own shit. I needed to know what wa
s going on with Vienna. With the whole Agnelli clan. Was she setting me up?
I looked at my phone, at her last message. The lingerie was still fresh in my mind and I realized there was nothing I wanted to do more than to put my face between her legs. Listening to her moan and scream out my name. I fucking loved the way she screamed my name. It just made it so I never wanted to stop.
I needed answers, but they’d have to wait. Until after I fucked her brains out.
I took the stairs two at a time. As soon as I was in the apartment, I tossed off my jacket and removed my tie. I walked into the bedroom to find her still sleeping. Her round ass was just peeking out from beneath the covers, and she was still in the sexy number that she had sent me some pictures of the night before. Her dark hair fell onto the white sheets. As I took off my shoes, she stirred.
19
Vienna
“You’re home,” I said, barely awake. I needed to pull myself together. I had to tell him the truth about why I was back, about the baby.
He crossed the room in only three strides. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing my feet. Slowly, he moved his hands up the back of my legs and reached my ass. His broad hands continued to massage my skin. He pulled the sheets to the right to expose more of my thin white thong. He smacked my ass playfully and I knew what was coming.
All night, I dreamed of him, of us being together. Beautiful predictions of our future equally matched with fantasy sex. His throbbing cock inside me, spilling his seed.
I liked being owned.
He stood up and took off his shirt. Each time I saw his chest I couldn’t help but stare. He had just the right amount of muscles, where everything was so defined. He unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt.
“Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.
I turned over and pushed my ass up into the air. I wanted him to take me, to take every part of me.
I pulled my hair over to the side and looked back at him as he stepped out of his pants and pulled down his boxer briefs. I felt the bed move under his weight as he climbed behind me. He took his hands and spread my knees a little wider and gently teased me by running his hands over my core.
“You’re already wet.”
“I might have been dreaming about you before you came home.”
“Oh really? What kind of dreams?”
I pushed my ass toward his hips. “You having your way with me.”
He gave my ass a hard smack. “Let’s see if I can surpass your dreams.”
He pushed my thong aside, grabbed my hips, and pulled me back onto him. I gasped as I felt him enter me.
“I’m sure you will,” I said.
Luka guided my hips back and forth as he pumped his own.
“Fuck, you feel good, Vienna.”
I flipped my hair and looked back at him. “So do you.”
Luka was truly the best sex I had ever had. I couldn’t explain it, but he made me feel differently than any other guy. It was as if our bodies were in tune with one another, knowing exactly what the other person desperately needed.
Luka grabbed my hair and gently tugged it back. I never used to like it rough with anyone else, but with Luka, I couldn’t seem to get enough. He pulled tighter and let out a loud moan.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Vienna?”
All I could do was nod as another moan escaped my throat. Luka pumped his hips faster and I felt my body start to shake.
“Yes, Luka, harder!”
Luka thrust his hips faster. The pressure inside me released and my elbows buckled underneath me as I fell onto my forearms. Luka went deeper and smacked my ass roughly.
“Grab onto the headboard,” he commanded.
I reached out in front of me and braced myself on the headboard. With my torso up, Luka was able to reach his hands around and grab my breasts. Using his forefinger and thumb, he slowly started to apply pressure to my hard nipples. He leaned down and kissed my neck as he held himself steady inside me. I rolled my hips on his and let out a loud moan.
His fingers clasped my nipples harder, which sent a shiver of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. He started to pump his hips again, and I leaned my head back into his shoulder.
Leaving one hand on my nipple, he moved his right hand down to my core and started to gently rub in time with the thrusting of his hips. Listening to my moans, Luka pushed me up to my breaking point and somehow held me there, causing more shivers to course through my body.
Luka pulled himself all the way out and then pushed all the way back in, sending a jolt up my spine. I let out a load moan and fell over the edge, gripping the headboard for support. As I finished my orgasm, Luka lightly kissed me on the shoulder.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
Luka pushed himself away from me and stood at the edge of the bed. I flipped my body over and lay there. He grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him. I fucking loved it when he did that.
He pulled my right leg up over his strong shoulder and he pushed himself back inside me. I moved my hands up to my breasts and lightly tugged on my nipples.
“I love watching you play with yourself.”
I moved one hand down to my mound and slowly moved my fingers in a circle.
“Like that?”
Luka nodded and pumped his hips harder.
I tugged on my nipple harder as I felt my body start to ache for a release. I didn’t want to come yet, though. I needed Luka to come with me. I needed to feel him explode inside me.
I bit down on my lip, hoping to distract myself. Luka stopped moving his hips and looked down at me.
“I have an idea. You feel like trying something?”
At this point, I knew I would do anything for Luka. I nodded my head yes.
Holding himself inside me, he reached over to his nightstand table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small personal vibrator.
My eyes widened in surprise. He let out a small laugh.
“I haven’t used it before, never really had the need to. I want to use it on you.”
The vibrator had a flat surface, with a circular grip that he could put his fingers through. He pressed the button and gently placed it on my clit. At first, it slightly tickled, but then I arched my back as waves of pleasure shot through my body, the gentle vibrations massaging me.
Luka smiled and started pumping his hips again.
“Fuck, Luka, I’m not going to last long.”
Luka thrust harder into me as he held the vibrator in place. I grabbed both of my hard nipples and pinched them roughly. The mixture of pleasure and pain was mind blowing.
“Come, Vienna. I want you to come with me.”
My whole body shook as I felt him release his hot seed inside me.
“Oh yes, Luka!” I cried out.
Goosebumps erupted over my body as he pushed me over the edge, and I fell into an exhilarating orgasm.
“Do you want me to order something to eat?” he asked.
“Sure. Chinese?”
I walked away, pulling on some pajama pants. It was late afternoon, and we had been going at it like rabbits all day. I was sore in all the right places, and it made me feel so good.
He walked back in a couple minutes later. “Ordered. I hope you like Chow Mein.”
I nodded and pulled the sheet up around me, sitting up in the bed. He sat down next to me.
“I have to go to mass in the morning. With my family.”
“I figured you would. When are we going to tell them?”
His eyebrows came together. “About what?”
“About us,” I said in an annoyed tone.
“I don't know.” He shook his head. “When the time is right, I guess. There's still a lot of unanswered questions about us. Things we’re going to have to figure out.”
“Like what?” Was this when he was finally going to be honest with me? Was he going to tell me about my family?
“I mean, I haven't seen you in ten yea
rs. They’re going to wonder how I found you.”
“How did you find me? When I ran, I thought I covered my tracks pretty well.”
“It took a while. I had my guy on it.”
“How long?” How many years had he been searching for me?
“About two years.”
My mouth dropped open. “Two years! You looked for me for two years?”
He shrugged, obviously embarrassed. I didn't even think Luka could get embarrassed. But I saw just a hint of blush on his cheeks, and I knew he had searching for me for a long time.
What he didn't realize was that I had made myself easier to find. Roberto had given me explicit instructions on where to work and who to be with. Everything down to the apartment I was living in. Roberto assured me that I would be safe now, and I couldn’t say no to him because I honestly had no one else to turn to.
I'd been waiting for Luka to get out of prison for six months. But I had expected to be waiting a lot longer—Roberto had even talked about years. When Luka found me, my whole plan fell apart. As I looked into his dark gray eyes now, all the anger that I thought I had for him melted away. I thought it would take months of us reestablishing our relationship for him to trust me enough to tell me about my parents. And I thought that time that I wouldn't fall for him. But I had been so wrong.
He was just too irresistible.
“I know you’re scared, which is why you ran. But I had to find you again. You needed to know how much I care about you and how much I want us to be together.”
“So why not tell your parents about us, then?” I was getting closer, I needed to tell him…
“Because they haven't seen you in a decade! And they didn't even know how I felt about you back then. I never told anybody. But we’re together now,” he said as he put his thick hands around my face. He pulled me in for a rough kiss. “And I'm not letting you go.” His voice was gravelly. This was it, our moment. It was time to tell him.
“You don’t have to.”
“Good.”
“No I mean really, we’re together, forever.”