Those Boys Are Trouble: Valetti Crime Family Box Set

by Winters, Willow

  “Please, Anthony. I want to earn your touch.” I say the words with the desperation I feel.

  His eyes widen with surprise and the darkness that’s plagued him since last night seems to lift slightly.

  “What are you thinking, kitten?” he asks.

  “Whatever you want. I’m yours.” I’ve never said truer words.

  “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.” He gives his command and I obey. I refuse to think of this as anything but meeting my own needs. I need to feel something other than this emptiness.

  “Good kitten,” he says and rises from his chair. “I’ll come back tonight once your punishment is over.”

  With that, he leaves me.

  Alone and pathetically bared to a man who won’t touch me, I curl up on my side and cry. I don’t know how long, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not long enough to fill the emptiness inside of me.

  Catherine

  It’s been over a week. He’s barely touched me or said anything to me. It’s as though my punishment still hangs over my head. All I have is this room and my laptop. My old life. I’m surprised he gave it back to me.

  I feel empty though. It’s like I’ve hurt him. It’s like he doesn’t want me. I don’t understand it. He doesn’t trust me.

  A few nights ago he came for me. Only one night has he touched me like he did before. He said I was being good and I deserved a reward. He laid me across his lap and instead of making my ass red with his hand, he pumped his fingers in and out of my needy pussy. He knows that I’ve been craving his touch, but I haven't begged him to fuck me yet. I just haven’t been able to get the words out.

  “I want my mouth on you.” I remember him saying that as I came on his hand. I can’t deny that I wanted it, too.

  He throws me on my back and I part my legs for him. His shoulders dive between my legs, but he bites my thigh. I scream out as his fingers stroke my G-spot. It feels so good. My body heats with need. I wait for his lips to touch my clit. But they don’t. He sucks my inner thigh, so tantalizingly close but not quite there, and I wish that touch was where I need it most.

  I beg him, “Please, Anthony. Please!” He pulls away from me and fingers me until I cum again from the ruthless pace of his touch.

  I’m breathless and limp. I lie there until my body’s no longer useless.

  I press my fingers against my hot cheeks. Everywhere still feels hot, but my cheeks and chest are burning. Each time he touches me, it’s more and more intense. I’ve never been so...sated in my life. It’s more than foreplay. It’s like he’s taking me higher than I could have taken myself. And what’s better is that he wants to push me there.

  It’s a game to him though. I can’t forget. It’s not like he’s doing a good deed. He wants me to break for him. He wants me to beg. And I did. The memory reheats my body. He said he wanted to put his mouth on me, and I begged him to, but he didn’t.

  “I said yes.” The words tumble from my mouth without a filter.

  He looks up at me with a neutral expression. “I heard you.”

  His admission makes me feel self-conscious. Why have me beg for him if he wasn’t going to do it? I don’t understand why, but it hurts. I pull the duvet up and around my body and scoot up into a seated position. I can see him putting his shirt back on, but I don’t really watch him. I just want him to leave.

  “You hesitated.” Anthony sits on the bed next to me, making it dip. I look up at him through my lashes but I keep my mouth shut. An apology is trying to climb out, but I won’t. I’m not going to apologize for not begging quicker. I fight to keep my face from showing my anger. He cups my chin and leans down to kiss me and I lean into him. I can’t help that I want his affection. I won’t deny that it fills a deep need I’m only now realizing how much I craved. His lips break from mine and I miss them instantly. I know he’s leaving, and I’ll be alone until tomorrow.

  He gives me a soft smile and rubs his nose against mine. It makes me close my eyes. When I open them he’s already across the room. Before he leaves he says, “Next time you’ll answer more quickly, kitten.”

  The words come out before I'm even aware I'm saying them. “Yes, Anthony.”

  That was three days ago. And he hasn’t touched me or hinted at anything else since. Most of the time I think he regrets this. I think he really doesn’t want me anymore. I’m not the pet he wanted. But then I think maybe I’m just missing something. Maybe he’s waiting for me. If that’s the case, I’m ready to beg. I hate this empty feeling that I’m not wanted or that I’m not good enough.

  I look at the clock and it’s almost three. He’s come in everyday to check on me around now. My fingers tap on the keys, but I’m not typing anything. I’m just waiting for him. My work’s done anyway. It’ll pile up quickly, but it can wait.

  Finally, I hear the sounds I’m used to. He’s coming. I set the laptop to the side and climb to the foot of the bed. I kneel there for him and wait.

  I hear the door open and I watch as he walks into my room. He gives me a small smile and it fills my chest with warmth.

  “Kitten,” he greets me as he walks toward me.

  “Anthony,” I say his name with a breath of reverence. He cups my chin and I lean into his embrace.

  “How are you today?” he asks.

  “Well.” I look up at him through my lashes and almost don’t say the words, but I need to. I need to let him know that I do want this. I’m sick without his presence. “I missed you.”

  His eyes light with a flash of something I don’t recognize. “I missed you as well.”

  I just need him to touch me and tell me that I’ve been good. I’ve done everything he’s told me to. I don’t understand why he’s treating me so differently now. I’m doing everything I can to prove I won’t betray his trust again.

  “Will you stay with me?” I ask him.

  “I have to work tonight, kitten.” I love the use of my pet name. “I only came in to check on you.”

  “Please, don’t leave me here.” I grip onto him and he gives me a look of reproach, but I don’t let go.

  “This is your room.” He looks around the gorgeous suite. “I made it just for you.”

  I don’t want this room if it comes with this feeling of nothingness. I need more. I say the words that have been eating me alive.

  “I want to prove to you that I’m yours.” I feel so needy, so pathetic. I just don’t want him to turn me down and throw me away. I don’t give a fuck about anything other than being his. I need his touch. I need the taste of the fantasy he gave me before I betrayed him. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I want to try. I may be forced to be here, but I want to give in to the temptation. I’m scared to do it, but I have nothing to lose. I can't deny that a growing part of me finds all of this incredibly sexy.

  He says nothing and a feeling of complete despair washes over me. “Please.” I cling to him, needing something. I can’t keep going like this. I'm trying so hard to be his, but I feel like I mean nothing to him. I’ll beg him; I’m ready.

  He strokes my hair and says, “We’ll see when I get back.”

  “Can I give you something now, please?” I would do anything to hear him tell me I’m a good girl.

  “Please, Anthony. I want to please you,” I say.

  A moment passes as he searches my face for something. And then my eyes fall to the button on his jeans. I watch as his deft fingers easily undo them.

  “On your knees, kitten.” His voice holds a hint of danger to it as he issues the command. I love it. It reminds me of our first morning together. Well, technically the second. Before I disobeyed him. Before he changed.

  I climb off the bed and move to my knees for him.

  He strokes himself once in front of me. I lick my lips and wait patiently. If he wants me to suck him off, I will. I want to. I’ll make him want me. I know he will. My pussy clenches and heats with excitement as I watch him stroking himself, his eyes focused on my mouth. This turns him on as much as
it does me. The intensity of my desire rises. I have a power over him that he can’t deny and it’s simply intoxicating. I’ll make him need my touch.

  “Open, kitten,” He starts to put the head of his dick on my tongue, but then he pulls away. “No teeth this time,” he says with a dark look in his eyes. I nod my head and feel a wash of shame. I’d never do that. Never.

  Maybe the old me would have considered it, but the new me...Mentally I shake my head. I had an old life before my mother passed away, and a new life after I went into witness protection, but deep down I'm the same person I've always been. It's just taken my time here with Anthony to really open my eyes to that fact. My training with him has awakened all my hidden and taboo desires. All the things I always thought could never be more than unrealized fantasies. But we can make our fantasies come true together. I just need to submit to him fully.

  I feel a small sense of shame that he feels like he’d have to tell me that. I’ve changed. I’ve accepted that I’m his, but he isn’t acting like I have. I open wider and wait for him. I want him to know I’m willing. I want him to see me as his so I can really live this dark fantasy.

  He fills my mouth with the head of his cock, but then pulls back. “Only the tip kitten. No more than that.”

  I look up at him and nod with my mouth still open. I’ll take anything he’s willing to give me.

  I moan around the head of his cock and swirl my tongue. His large hand strokes his cock and I wish I could do it for him. My fingers dig into my thighs as I gently rock back and forth doing everything I can to get him off. The tip of my tongue dips into the slit of his dick and I fucking love that he hisses and throws his head back.

  I’m so wet for him, so needy. But this is all for him. I want to take him all in. I want to shove him so far down my throat that I choke on him. But I obey him. It takes all of my willpower, but I do it. I suck his head so hard it hollows my cheeks. He takes it out with a pop and smacks it against my cheek.

  “Again, just like that,” he says with a ragged breath.

  I look into his eyes as I do it again and I see the moment he reaches his climax. He keeps my gaze and parts his lips with an admiration I’ve never seen before. Hot jets of his cum stream into my mouth and I’m quick to swallow it and gently suck him until he’s done.

  “Swallow it all,” he says with a rough groan that makes my pussy clench. I do.

  He pets my hair as I wipe the corners of my mouth. I lick his slit until he takes it away from me. I bite my lip, staying exactly in the position he left me in. I’ll prove to him that I’ve learned to listen and that I can obey.

  “I’ll be back tonight, kitten,” he says as he buttons his pants. “Beg for me tonight, and you can have whatever you want.”

  Anthony

  “Do you know what I don’t want to be doing right now, Tommy?” I ask my brother.

  “Taking this guy out with me?” my thickheaded brother answers. He used to be the muscle for the familia. Now he does hits with me. He just happens to fucking suck at some aspects. Give him a long-distance kill, and he’s fine. Up close though, and he’s sloppy as fuck.

  I tap my pointer to my nose.

  We’re in a car parked across from Barcode. It’s a dive bar on the strip and we’ve been waiting in the dark for a good two hours now. I keep looking at the monitors in the app on my phone. My kitten’s been lying in bed reading and stretching or doing some yoga shit on the floor. I want to get back to her. I want to hear her beg for me. Even more, I want to hear those soft moans from her lips as she cums on my dick.

  Instead I’m doing this stupid shit 'cause Tommy didn’t want to do it on his own.

  “Hey, I don’t wanna be out here either. I’ve got more important shit going on, but we need to take this guy and not just kill him.”

  I can’t blame him for being hesitant to take over and do this without me. I grunt a response and then think about his wife and my sweet little niece as I say, “Yeah you do. You gotta be happy to not be hearing all that screaming for once.”

  He smiles back at me. I don’t fucking get it. He’s overjoyed about that little bundle of high-pitched lungs. She is a cutie, but damn, if only they could come out already talking and walking.

  “You know she’s adorable.” He smiles back at me, finally taking his eyes away from the bar across the street.

  “She’s real cute, Tommy.” I can admit that. She’s adorable when she’s sleeping. “You did good. I’m proud of you.”

  “I meant what I said, it’s gonna happen for you. You don’t have to be so fucking jealous all the time,” he says.

  I hold in a deep laugh. Jealous isn’t quite the right word. I made up my mind a long time ago. That world isn’t for me. I’m not meant to be a husband or a father. I don’t have that ability. I know I'm capable of love, because I truly love my familia. But I’m fucked in the head. I know I am. They know I am.

  There’s no reason for me to ever think about taking that path in life. Even with my sweet Catherine.

  My thoughts are interrupted when I notice the movement from across the street. I lean forward in my seat as the fucker on our list exits the bar, nearly stumbling as he lights a cigarette. Tommy starts talking, but I simply nod my head and keep my eyes on the dumb fuck who skimmed off the top of our shipment. He fucking knew better. He’s been on the inside for a while now. He's almost a made member. Maybe he got tired of waiting. Maybe he just wanted the money. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just need two pieces of information from him and then we can get this shit over with.

  Who’d he sell it to, and where’s the money?

  Louie leans against the wall, taking a few puffs of his cigarette. I’m sure he thinks he got away with it. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

  I take a look down the street and it’s busy as fuck. There’s a narrow alley in between the two shit buildings. I’m sure we could take him for a walk. I’ve gotten away with that shit before, and I know I could keep his ass from screaming too loud.

  “Let’s do this shit,” I say.

  Tommy looks at me anxiously. “Out in the open?” he asks.

  “Yeah, quick and easy. Let me show you how it’s done,” I reply.

  I step out into the street and walk quickly, keeping my head turned to the right. The only camera is on the side of the street where we parked. But it’s angled so they shouldn’t get shit. Better safe than sorry though. I already messaged Tony about it. I’m sure the owners won’t have any problems erasing the feed tonight. Not when the orders are coming from the Valettis, and their business has been going steady on the loan we gave them.

  That’s one good thing about the familia. We want this town running like a well-oiled machine. And it does.

  “Louie.” I let a grin slip into place as he kicks off the wall and walks toward us like we’re his pals. Like he didn’t steal from us.

  “Anthony, Tommy, what’s up guys?” His words are slightly slurred and it pisses me off. I find when they’re drunk they’re more likely to piss themselves. More than that, they scream louder, sooner. Tonight that can’t happen. “You here for a drink?” he asks.

  “Nah,” Tommy says and he starts to say something else, but I cut him off. I want him to watch this time, so he can see how it’s done and be able to do this shit himself next time.

  “Louie, we gotta talk.” I say the words firmly and hold his eyes. The fucker holds his breath and I know he’s scared shitless. I need him scared, but more than scared, I want him willing to talk and wanting to make me happy. I want him to think I need him.

  I lean forward and lower my voice so it seems like I’m letting him in on intel. “There’s someone,” I start talking then look to my left as a group of young women dressed in sequined, glittery dresses that ride up their asses pass behind us. The street’s not packed, but it’s busy enough to want to get out of the open so we can have some privacy. I make it a point to look at the entrance to the alley and nod my head. “Let’s go down the
re for a sec.”

  He starts to put his cigarette down with a look of dread on his face. But I don’t want that. I don’t want him thinking anything’s wrong.

  “No need, I don’t mind the smoke,” I tell him as I start walking ahead of him. “You first, Tommy.” I need my brother to catch on to the fact that you don’t intimidate targets in public. Not till you have them where you want them. Tommy walks ahead of me with a nod. My brother’s smart, even if he does do dumb shit sometimes. He’s good at reading people. My back’s to Louie. It’s a sign that he’s not a threat to me. The two of us walk quickly while Louie stays behind for a moment. I keep walking. I know I don’t have to tell him twice.

  It only takes a minute for Louie to follow us down the alley. It’s a few feet wide and blocked off at the back entrance by a dumpster and a chain-link fence. That’s not good for the clean-up crew. They’re going to have a hell of a time getting the body out without anyone seeing, but that shit’s not for me to worry about. Tommy stops about halfway down the alley and leans against the wall. I put my hands in my pockets and face the entrance, waiting for Louie to catch up. He’s walking slow, but he sure as fuck isn’t stumbling around anymore. Having the feeling you’re about to get caught by the mafia for stealing from them is a surefire way to sober the fuck up.

  “What’s going on?” He tries to keep his voice from wavering, but he’s shit at it. To be fair though, I’ve tortured a lot of men. And almost all of them are scared at first, even the ones that didn’t have shit to tell because they were genuinely innocent. Poor fucks. But this prick is dripping with sweat and his shifty eyes are looking all around us for some hidden door that will lead him to safety. There’s no safety here though. Just me, my knife, and Tommy's gun.

  I want Tommy to stay out of this one. There’s no need for him to get involved beyond keeping this fucker here.