Those Boys Are Trouble: Valetti Crime Family Box Set

by Winters, Willow

  “Don’t. I’m going to be right here. Just pick out what you need.” She reaches for the laptop and slowly opens it.

  “I could just get some things from my house,” she offers.

  “Your mother already tried reporting you missing. You can’t leave.” I’m short with her, but it's for a good reason. All she has to do is listen to what I tell her and everything will be fine.

  “What?” she asks, looking at me with her eyes opened wide.

  “Rule one, sweetheart.” She opens and then closes her mouth. I can tell she’s going to have a hard time with that one. It can’t hurt to let her know what’s going on with her mother though. I’m gonna have her give her mother a call sometime soon, but right now it’s too soon. “We have a guy on the inside, a police officer. Luckily he’s the one that got the call.”

  “I’m surprised my mom gave a shit.” Her voice turns sad and her eyes focus back on the laptop. I don’t like it.

  Apparently someone saw Elle with me and went to her mom's place to try and question her about me. Sandra didn’t say shit to the police, which is good. It means my sweetheart really didn’t remember anything that happened at the bistro until she came to my parents' house yesterday. It didn’t piss me off that Sandra tried to file a missing person’s report. But the fact that she attempted to make a will for my sweetheart today really fucking pisses me off.

  “I don’t understand why you put up with that shit.” I’m not going to keep my mouth shut anymore. If she’s going to be mine, her mother’s going to have to back off and get her shit straightened out. I can tell this is going to be a fight, but I don’t want it to be one.

  “And what’d she do that got you so pissed off, huh? I mean on the night I met you. You were all bent out of shape.” Elle doesn't have to tell me though, because I already know what she did. I got the report from Tony. It has everything on my girl. And there’s a ton of shit there. A ton of debt, to be specific. I know her mother took it out, too. She tried to file for loans a few times with just Elle’s name on the paperwork. Fucking bitch. I had to call Dom to have his guys transfer money from my account to Elle’s and wipe her debt. I know Sandra’s gonna do it again soon. As soon as she realizes she can. And I’m not looking forward to having to shut that shit down. I’ll throw her thieving ass in jail. That’s what she fucking deserves.

  “She’s my mother.” I shake my head and bite my tongue. I know all about family. For fuck’s sake, I have the entire familia to worry about.

  “You’re a strong woman. I hate to see you being taken advantage of.” It’s true, but she gives me a disbelieving look and I swear she almost rolls her eyes. I’m glad she’s finally getting over that shit from earlier today, but my little sweetheart isn’t gonna walk all over me.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” I lower my voice to a threatening level, but she ignores it.

  “You don’t want to see me taken advantage of?” she asks without any sarcasm in her tone, but I know it’s there.

  “What the hell am I supposed to do, Elle?” I ask her, but I don’t know why. I should really end this conversation. We shouldn’t be talking about this shit.

  “Just let me go.” It fucking hurts that she’s asking that. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.

  “They’ll know. Then we’re both dead.” My blood freezes. If I fuck this up and she talks, I probably am dead. The family can’t risk weakness like that.

  “We can run,” she whispers.

  “We?” She wants to run away with me? It fills my chest with hope for us. But I’m not fucking running. I love this life. She’ll learn to love it, too.

  Her eyes fall and she focuses them on the screen.

  “Answer me. You wanna go away with me?” I ask.

  “I don’t know. I don’t have anyone else.” I want her to want me, plain and simple. But not because she has no one else. That means someone could get between us and I don’t like that.

  “Get over here, sweetheart.” I push my chair out and pat my thigh. She obeys immediately, walking quickly to me and sitting down on my lap.

  “You would run away with me?” I wrap my arms around her waist.

  “Yeah, I would. Does that make me stupid?” she asks.

  “I care about you, Elle. Do you believe that?” My heart sputters in my chest. She better believe it. Because it’s true. I don’t know how or why, but I do care about her. I want her to be happy with me.

  “I do.” I love those words on her lips. I groan as my dick hardens and I rock it into her ass. I’m gonna hear those words again. Real fucking soon.

  Vince

  Fuck, today was a hassle. I can’t find those MC pricks. They’re in hiding now that they know we’re gunning for them. And I know they’ll be gunning for us, too. At least the shipments came in right this time. I toss my keys down on the table and bend down to let Rigs to lick my face.

  “Good boy.” I pet behind his ears for a minute. But my eyes are focused on the stairs. It feels good to have my sweetheart in my house. Not the safe house, but my house. Even though she’s making it look more like our house with all the shit she has.

  It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of filling her greedy, needy cunt with my seed and trying to knock her up. The guys know we’re together. They’ve backed off entirely on the issue of her being a witness. Now they wanna meet her, get to know my girl. I’m just waiting for the right time. I want her ready. I want her to know without a doubt she belongs to me.

  She called her mom like I told her to. Did everything the familia wanted and asked of her to make them comfortable with her being mine. There’s nothing standing between us now.

  I smirk as I walk up the stairs. Rigs follows me and I let him, but I put my foot in front of him to stop him from coming into the room. he’s used to it now.

  I shut the door and turn to face my sweetheart. She’s tied up on the bed. She tells me she hates it, that I can trust her and don’t have to tie her up when I leave. But that pussy of hers is always soaked when I get home. Her pussy knows it belongs to me. She’s ready for me every day. I know it’s 'cause she’s tied up. She says she hates it, but I know she’s lying. She fucking loves it.

  She’s gagged for being a naughty girl this morning. Her panties are in her mouth for talking back to me. I need to get more ties. I’ve got one around her wrists, one keeping her panties in her mouth, and two more around her ankles, keeping her spread open for me. I went all out this morning since I knew I wouldn’t be long. I wasn’t gone for even an hour. And every minute was fucking torture for me. I kick my pants off and walk closer to the bed.

  I stare at her pussy that’s just waiting for me. It’s glistening with her juices and my dick jumps in my pants with a desperate need to be inside her.

  My eyes lock on hers. “Did you learn your lesson, sweetheart?” She nods her head obediently. She’s fucking perfect. She’s my obedient sweetheart. All fucking mine.

  “I’m not sure you did.” I shove two fingers into her tight pussy and pump them in and out. She pulls against the restraints, but her ass isn’t going anywhere. Her moan is muffled by the panties in her mouth. I pull my fingers out before she can cum and remove the tie from around her mouth. She spits out her panties and pants. Her eyes are on me, just waiting to hear what I have to tell her. So fucking perfect.

  I smack a hand down on her pussy. Slap! Her head falls back, and she moans again with pleasure. It’s music to my ears. She’s so fucking close already. I love keeping her on the edge. “Now, whose pussy is this?”

  “Your pussy,” she’s quick to answer, and I reward her by pushing down on her clit and rubbing small circles. She struggles against the pleasure.

  “Damn right it’s my pussy.” I push against her front wall with my fingers and smile as her walls tighten and her cum soaks my hand. She’s been waiting for a full hour to cum. I should give her another.

  I pull the ties free from around her ankles, but keep her wrists bound. My hips keep her legs open as I line my cock up.
I lean down and kiss my sweetheart and she kisses me back with passion. I slam into her all the way to the hilt and fuck her mercilessly. She pulls her lips away to scream out my name.

  That’s right. My name. This pussy is mine. She’s mine, all fucking mine. I pick up her legs and place her calves on my shoulders. Her eyes go wide as I slam in deeper and deeper, taking her to a new edge of pain and pleasure. Her pussy is so fucking tight like this. She’s squeezing the hell out of my dick.

  “Vince!” she yells out, as her legs start to tremble. Fuck yeah. Keep screaming my name.

  My balls draw up watching her chest rise and fall, and her eyes nearly roll back in her head. My spine tingles as I push my dick as deep into her as I can. I cum violently as the head of my dick butts up against her cervix. A shudder goes through my body as her pussy spasms just as violently, matching the intensity of my orgasm, and she cries out in pleasure.

  My lips crush against hers, silencing her moans and I reach one hand up to untie her wrists. It doesn’t take long. I’ve had plenty of practice.

  Her hands grip and tug my hair and she kisses me harder. She fucking loves me. I know she does. I wrap my arms around her body and roll her onto my chest. She pulls back with her eyes closed, lips slightly swollen from our bruising kiss. Her hair’s a mess, looking just-fucked and her skin is flushed. The sight of her in complete rapture makes my heart swell.

  All that shit was worth it.

  * * *

  “You got some boxes, baby,” I call out over my shoulder as I pick up a box. She’s been getting a shit-ton of packages. Books, makeup, clothes, art supplies, all sorts of shit. It makes me happy that she’s finally feeling more comfortable with me buying her things. Not to mention that now she’s got her painting hobby to have something to focus on.

  I look suspiciously at the box in my hands and then at the remainder of the packages on the porch. They aren’t marked or labeled in any way. I don’t fucking like it. At first I assumed they were something she ordered, but there's no indication that these were sent through the mail. Someone left them here. I hear her coming down the stairs and I hold an arm out to stop her from coming any closer. I don’t know what’s in the boxes, but she’s not going to be around when I open them.

  “Elle, don’t--” She pushes past me and screams out.

  “Fucking bitch!” Elle cuts me off, and I turn to her in shock. That kind of language doesn’t come out of my sweetheart’s mouth. Her eyes are glassy with tears, but her facial expression reads that she’s pissed.

  “They’re mine. I didn’t get a chance to unpack them. My mother must’ve brought them over.” I can feel her anger brewing. All over her mother. Sandra. What’d she do now?

  “What’d she send you?” I can only guess that whatever's in the box, it’s not wanted or needed, based on how Elle kicks the box and storms away. I debate on taking the boxes inside, but I’ll wait till I find out what they contain.

  “Sweetheart, answer me,” I call out for her across the hall. She falls into the sofa looking defeated. Sandra really pisses me off. The only time my sweetheart is unhappy is when she hears from her mother.

  “They’re my boxes of things that were at her house. At my house. I didn’t even get to unpack them.” She pauses and then continues. “I told her she could come for a visit.” She presses her lips together and crosses her arms over her knees, pulling them into her chest. She’s a mix of hurt and anger and I’m not sure which is going to win out.

  “Okay?” I don’t understand. I must be missing something.

  “I told her I couldn’t give her any money since I wasn’t working, but she could come see me if she wanted.” I know all of this already. She asked me what I thought about that arrangement beforehand, and I agreed that would be wise. Elle’s a smart girl. Plus, she enjoys this arrangement as much as I do. She hasn’t done a damn thing suspicious and asks for permission before doing anything. I get the feeling she really enjoys me having the control in our relationship, which I fucking love.

  “I’m missing something,” I say. The tears in her eyes fall down her cheeks and she wipes them away angrily.

  “I didn’t tell you what she said,” she answers.

  “She said I was a selfish bitch for abandoning her, and that I could come get my shit.”

  I keep my voice light and don’t let it show how pissed I am. I have to work real fucking hard to keep my anger out of my expression. I’ve never wished ill on a woman before, but I can’t stand that bitch, Elle's mother or not. “Well at least she saved you the trip.” Elle rolls her eyes and doesn’t even crack a smile. I know it hurts her. If she could, she’d give her mom everything and I know her mother would take it all, too. Now that Elle’s mine, it’s not happening.

  I have to do something to make her smile. I don’t like her being so upset. “Do you have a nice dress to wear, sweetheart?” She looks back at me, tilting her head with a questioning look on her face. I raise my brows, waiting for an answer.

  She shakes her head slowly. “Only my sundress.” She hasn’t been out of this house in two weeks. She’s got to want to get out of here. I’m surprised with all the shit she’s bought lately that she hasn't ordered another dress.

  “Well, go put it on--I wanna take you out tonight.” Her eyes brighten and a wide smile grows on her face. She hops up and runs to me to wrap her arms around my back, planting a small kiss on my lips.

  “How much time do I have?” she asks, all peppy like. I’ve been afraid to take her out. A small part of me questions her loyalty to me, as though this has all just been an act. Like she’s just waiting to get away from me. A deep pain shoots through my chest at these thoughts, but I ignore it.

  “Take as much time as you need, sweetheart. We can go wherever you’d like.” I’ll spoil her to the point that the thought of leaving me doesn’t exist for her. If she leaves me, I don’t know what would happen.

  The guys have been hounding me to bring her around. They all wanna meet her. I know what they must think. I’m sure they can’t believe she really wants to be with me. Part of me doesn’t believe it either. That doubt creeps up on me while I’m away from her.

  But every time I get home and find her waiting for me, that doubt vanishes. When she yammers on about some recipe on the cooking shows she watches, there’s no doubt in my fucking mind that she wants to be with me. Either that, or she’s trying to kill me with domestication.

  It’s time the guys met her. We’ll all go out. They’ll see her, and she’ll see them. It’s gotta happen at some point. A part of me wants to keep her here with all this tension between the MCs and the familia, but it’ll be alright. We haven’t gotten those fuckers yet and Javier’s breathing fire down our necks, but I can’t keep her locked in here forever. She needs to get out and have some fun.

  “Let’s get out of the house, baby. I wanna show you off.”

  Elle

  My nerves are shot. My palms are sweaty, and I can hardly breathe. I’m going to meet the familia. The Don is Dante, Vince’s father. I don’t know much about anyone else, though. Well, except that Dom and Tommy were the two that I … met already. I breathe in deep and shake out my hands as we stand in front of the restaurant doors.

  “They’re going to love you.” I hear Vince’s voice and my heart hammers in my chest. I just don’t believe it. I swallow thickly. They want me dead I’m sure. It’d be stupid for me to think otherwise. I see my reflection in the mirror and I cringe. I can’t get this stupid panicked look off my face.

  I turn to face Vince and try to bail. “I changed my mind.”

  “Stop it, Elle.” He opens the door and puts his hand on the small of my back. “Just be yourself.” I take a deep breath and try not to freak out. Everything’s going to be fine. Vince won’t let anyone hurt me. That thought soothes me. Every part of me calms, because it’s true. He won’t let anyone touch me. I’m his.

  I look around the table, and the only people I know are the three I met. The two men, Dom and Tommy
, I haven’t seen since the incident. It chills me to the core to set eyes on them. But when Dom sees me, he stands and smiles. “Vince, I’m happy you finally brought her out!” Dom walks to me with quick strides and kisses my cheek. Vince loosens his grip on me and leaves my side to give his mother a kiss on the cheek. Without him beside me I feel vulnerable.

  The last two weeks have been the same every day. And I’m almost ashamed to say I've enjoyed it. I don’t fear Vince at all. I know he wants me. In his eyes, I belong to him, and he takes care of me in a way I desire. It’s a sick fantasy come to life. Well, some of it. Our days are almost normal until he has to leave for work. Every morning we wake up beside each other, exchange small talk, and drink coffee. We joke around like a normal couple, banter like a normal couple. It’s almost easy to forget that we're anything but normal.

  When he leaves is when everything changes. Or at night, before we go to bed. I like to pretend it's a fantasy, a game we like to play. It makes it that much sweeter. I don’t want it to stop. I know that’s bad. I’m sure it’s not healthy. But I fucking love when he ties me up. I know he’s going to reward me and fuck me like he owns my body. Just thinking about it turns me on. But it’s wrong. It’s so wrong.

  I haven’t left his house in two full weeks. I’ve barely spoken to anyone but Vince and my mother. Vince wanted me to call her since she filed a missing person’s report. It fucking killed me to think she was worried, but when she answered the phone she seemed more pissed than anything. I almost asked Vince to let me go see her. Almost. But I’d rather stay inside the house with him. It’s all so wrong. But it feels so good. I don’t worry about anything. I enjoy being his. I’m sure a shrink would tell me I’m insane. And maybe I am.

  Being here in this restaurant with these people emphasizes how fucked up this situation is. He’s told me about each of them. His brother Dom, and Dom's wife Becca are on the right side of the table. I know Dom’s a professor and that Becca owns this restaurant. His father is seated at the head of the table on the far end, and Vince's mother is seated next to Becca. His cousin Joey’s here. I know he has a son, but I don’t see him here. An older man is sitting next to him, that must be Uncle Enzo. And then there’s Tommy and Anthony, Vince's cousins, sitting together on the left side of the table. Looking at the two of them reminds me of my memory. Of them looking at me like I’m a threat. I still don’t know what I did or what I saw. I just remember Vince pinning me down and them staring at me like I had to die. My palms grow sweaty and I wipe them on the sides of my dress.