Doctor Feelgood: (A Bad Boy Doctor Novel)

by Weston Parker

  "How about after work? Close the club at three and get high with me? It's been a while."

  She moved around the room, touching various boxes. "Only liquor in here, right? You know I don't want that shit in my house."

  "I know, boss." He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him. He slipped an arm around her and looked down, his gaze growing dark. "You need a release. Let's smoke a little and fuck like rabbits. Let me take care of you."

  She pressed her hands to his strong chest and looked up at him, the dark teardrop tattoos on his right cheek making him scary as hell to most, but she knew the guy underneath them. He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his large hand cupping her butt as he pulled her closer.

  "You need it. Let me give it to you." He kissed her again, his face smooth and smelling of aftershave. She slid her hands along his face and leaned into the kiss. He could fuck like no one she had ever met, his body big and built for fighting or hard sex. She kissed him once more and moved back, licking at the sweet taste of peppermint he left on her lips.

  "Yeah. I need to forget who I am for the night."

  "I like who you are, Katie."

  "It's Kate. You don't forget who I am." She glanced over her shoulder. "Lust and drugs... that's all I've got to give. You sure you want it?"

  He smiled, a deep laugh leaving him. "I couldn't handle much more from you. That alone is overwhelming."

  "Good. Let's keep it that way." She turned and moved back down the hall, her body aching for the night to end so his promises could begin. It had been a few months since she'd given herself over to him last. Namely because they had been too busy, but even more so because she hadn't wanted him to leave after the last time they slept together. She wanted him to stay and sleep next to her, cook breakfast and shit.

  She shuddered at the thought of falling in love with someone that couldn't reciprocate it. No way. She would have to watch herself more closely.

  Loving someone was the easiest way to lose them. They would leave, or death would come knocking.

  It always did.

  ****

  The rest of the evening went off without a hitch, the crowd staying until the last call for alcohol came over the speakers. Kate stood near the front door, her arm pressed against the cool glass as she peered out. The streets were almost as busy as the club, the patrons stoked about Mardi Gras coming up that following week.

  "Only three more days until the all night event. You excited?" Beth moved up beside her, crossing her arms over her chest. The blond middle-aged woman had joined them just before Christmas, her accounting and organizational skills masterful. Kate couldn't count the number of times Beth had saved her money by adjusting their schedules or consolidating their liquor orders.

  "Excited? Fuck no. This place is a mad house. Look at it." She moved back to give the other woman room to look out into the streets through the tinted glass.

  "People love a party. I'm not surprised at all."

  "I am. It's Saturday. Mardi Gras isn't even until Tuesday."

  "Yeah, but we're in the heart of New Orleans, Kate. People are coming from all over the world to see this thing."

  "It's a drunk orgy. I wouldn't pay to fly somewhere and stay in a hotel to smell vomit and be desensitized by titties." Kate laughed and turned as Marcus walked up.

  "Someone say titties?"

  Kate laughed again as Beth swatted at him. "I'm out. You guys are so vulgar."

  "I was being sensitive to your lovely ears." Marcus winked at the portly woman before turning to Kate. Beth turned and walked away quickly, her business casual clothes mildly out of place.

  "It's almost closing time. You can go if you want and I'll shut everything down." Marcus smiled.

  Kate turned to face her partner in all things club related.

  "You go on up and take a shower. I want you relaxed when I get there." Marcus nodded toward the front door, motioning for her to go.

  "I thought you were bringing something to relax me." Kate lifted her eyebrow.

  He smiled and reached for her, dropping his hand as if realizing they were in the middle of everyone's view. "You'll not have a care in the world when I'm done with you. Go on. Seriously. You'll have this place to yourself for the first part of the week. Don't forget I'm going to New York for a quick business trip."

  "I hate it when you go up there. Those thugs are ruthless."

  "And the cheapest to buy the good stuff from. Stop talking and get out of here. The sound of your voice is making my dick ache."

  She scoffed and moved toward the exit, brushing by him and caressing his crotch softly. "We wouldn't want that, would we?"

  "Bitch." He laughed and turned as she walked out into the late-night activity.

  ****

  The water was hot and redeeming, the music from her phone soothing her nerves tremendously as well. She picked up the phone and turned it off before walking into her small studio apartment. No sound pushed through the floor of the small room before her, which was a good thing. It meant that the DJ had turned off the music and Marcus would be with her soon. She needed to forget the world and his weed would help. The sex was just an added bonus to remember what it felt like to be touched.

  She moved to her dresser, picking up her hairbrush and staring at the small white heart-shaped jewelry box. Her mother had given it to her before she ran away, it being the only thing she took from her previous life. One too many times of telling her mom that her new daddy wasn't exactly on the up and up and she was done. The man would have found a knife in his throat if he had tried to touch her and Kate wasn't a fool. She could see the way he looked at her. It left her skin crawling, her stomach turning. She found herself in the arms of a drug dealer, his promises forcing her to go with him in search of a new life.

  Worst decision of my life.

  She finished working the brush through her long black hair and set it down. She was careful to remove the top from the small ornate box, the hinge broken from the last time it was dropped on the street. She was lucky there was anything left of it really.

  A small piece of paper sat inside of it, Kate taking it out and setting the box back down. She opened it and held it up to her face, part of it still a mystery.

  Jon - 24, 64, 88 - Blue

  It had to be from Adam. He had to have put it in her pocket that night. She had found it just before washing her jeans, her obsession with checking her clothes before throwing them in the washing machine finally paying off.

  She folded it back up and put it away as a knock on the door behind her sounded. It would take some digging to figure out what the cryptic message meant, but she was sure Jon was the name of Adam's brother, right? Maybe not. He had mentioned the older boy a few times when spilling his insecurities out for her to hear, but the name failed her now.

  Opening the door, she moved back to let Marcus in, his eyes moving along the small white towel she had wrapped around herself.

  "Fuck, you look good."

  "Good. Give me the shit and I'll roll it while you clean up. I'm not fucking you after you've been sweaty and pawed at all night by better looking women."

  He moved closer, his hand reaching behind her to grab her butt as he pulled her in tightly. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head, breathing in deeply.

  "There is no finer woman than you, Kate Jarret." He rubbed her rear softly, leaning down farther to press his teeth to her exposed shoulder.

  She moaned and reached up to run her fingers along his thick neck. He was huge and engulfed her with his size, but it made getting lost in him that much easier. She felt so small and feminine up against him, Marcus three steps beyond masculine.

  He moved back, reaching down to tug at the front of his slacks. His thick erection pressed against his pants, Kate's eyes moving across him as she licked at her lips.

  He pulled a small bag out of his pocket and extended it to her. "Here's the shit. You got papers?"

  "Yeah. Hurry... I want you
." She turned and let the towel drop, looking over her shoulder as he growled at her. "There's a towel you can use."

  To Be Continued…

  Oh snap! The shit is about to get real up in here, right? The sex scene coming up in the next chapter is off the charts delicious. If you liked it, grab you a copy of the rest HERE. It’s a four book series, but you get to a GREAT HEA. I promise. And if you like love triangles… this is seriously for you.

  One more peek under the old skirt. That okay? This is Castaletta, which I mentioned earlier. It’s my sisters FAVORITE series by far. #mafiainapastlife

  RAS: I’m not big on candy but I do enjoy a nice bowl of skittles, so if you’re trying to win my heart 99 cents plus tax will do it.

  Take Me Higher

  A Look Behind the Curtain

  Sneak Peek

  A Castaletta Syndicate Novel

  (This was co-written with my sister Ali Parker under her pen name Nicole York)

  Don't Blink... You Might Miss Something.

  Joe Castaletta has been running the underbelly of Chicago for decades, but it's now time to turn over the keys to the kingdom. His right-hand man, Demetri DeMarco, is more than ready to race forward into a new way of doing old school. With Joe's sexy daughter as Demetri's enforcer and a gang of mobsters to keep things running smoothly, he's confident, collected and a bastard and a half.

  The only thing that's just out of his reach is the one thing he wants most... Izabella.

  Prologue

  Darkness pulled around the edges of the night, the moon half-hidden behind the clouds and casting an eerie glow. Vivian reached up and pulled a long curly strand of her dark hair behind her ear. The sound of her heels clipped against the sidewalk as she picked up her languid walk to a hurried almost-jog.

  Joe would kill her if he knew she was in the worst parts of town that late at night. If her husband was anything, he was overly protective where his family was concerned. A smile touched her lips as she thought of his doting. The hardest bastard in all of the city, and yet with her he was nothing but a softy, a lover.

  She turned her head subtly as the sound of someone taking a step behind her caused her heart to jolt. She was tough and had been taught to fight alongside the other members of their syndicate, but her fear was palpable nonetheless. Being the Don's wife left her open to danger around every turn. She wouldn't have given it a second thought if the events of the week hadn't led her to worry about one of their own being after them.

  She needed to talk with Joe, and wanted to put him on alert. If a knife landed in his flesh, it would be in the strong muscles of his back, because there was a rat. She finally had all of the evidence to prove it and she would — that night.

  "Give me your purse."

  "Go fuck yourself, creep." Vivian swung her purse toward the behemoth that stepped in front of her, the guy moving with ease. The hoodie he wore covered his face, dark hair falling across the shadows of his forehead. No way was she giving him the bag that held the perfect present for Joe. She'd been searching for days for the cuff links that he wanted, and the mugger in front of her was close to getting a bullet in his skull if he didn't back off.

  "I'd rather fuck you, beauty." He moved forward, reaching toward her and pushing hard. She lost her footing, stumbling backward in to a dark alley, the half-moonless night doing nothing to help her gain her bearings. She tried to lift her hands, but a small crack in the dilapidated concrete beneath caused her to lose her balance.

  She yelped and fell backward, the sound of her high heel cracking pissing her off. She hit the ground, and he dove forward, his large body crashing into hers. As she opened her mouth to scream, thick fingers covered her mouth, and her dark hair was yanked to the side, exposing the long line of her neck. She gagged against the smell of burned popcorn and musk.

  The hot press of his tongue dragged across her throat, and she jerked away from him as bile rose up her chest. Not thinking too much about it, she pressed her mouth against his fingers and sank her teeth into his flesh. The taste of skin left her needing to empty the contents of her stomach.

  He removed his hand for one minute, and she yelled into the night. "Do you know who my husband is? He's going to fucking slaughter you."

  The guy laughed and slapped her hard across the face. The force of his strike smacked her head against the concrete beneath, stealing her breath and blurring the world.

  Through hazy eyes she watched him reach down to undo his belt as he grunted low in his chest. A few other shadows crossed their path, but she couldn't make out if it were others coming to join them or not.

  "I hope he'll try. You, my little doll, are just the bait we need. Moan if you like. This is the last fuck you'll get this side of the alley."

  "Help," she whispered as dizziness pulled her into the darkness. Warm liquid coated the back of her head. She tried to reach out and slap him away as he tugged at her dress, exposing her thighs to the cold night air.

  She whispered for help again as confusion washed over her.

  Why was she on the ground? Who were the men standing around her laughing?

  A few faces registered somewhere in the depths of her mind, a remembrance at seeing them at her dinner table at the mansion.

  Her eyes closed as a large man lifted her up from the ground, her arms and legs limp. Air was so difficult to access, and the world closed in around her. Darkness raged below the surface of her thoughts, and she tried hard to keep her mind on Joe and the kids, their lives giving her light as the night raged a war around her that she didn't seem to think she'd survive.

  Eventually her mind gave way to memories as she slipped from consciousness. The depravity of what happened that night was lost on her as her life quietly slipped from its host.

  Finally.

  Peace.

  ~

  Joe tapped his fingers on the large cherrywood desk before him, his eyes moving from his bourbon to the clock on the wall. His wife should have been home hours ago. It was his birthday, and she had been quite excited earlier to have dinner together and then talk by the pool over dessert.

  Her mention of a gift had set him off though. His only desire was for her to be at home, safe with him. He shouldn't have been so gruff with her on the phone, his words still ringing in his ears hours later as he had chided her without cause.

  As she always did, she’d brushed him off, her voice sweet and yet holding with it the strength to put him in his place. Only she was allowed to speak to him with full familiarity. The kids were allowed to as well, to some extent, but his wife held the keys to his kingdom. He looked up at the sound of a feminine voice, hope growing in his chest as his office door opened.

  "Is Mother in here? I need to talk with her for a few minutes before I go for my swim."

  Joe shook his head, sighing loudly and running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He stood and rolled his shoulders, his daughter, Izabella, a stunning replica of her mother at twenty-eight. Why she wasn't married off to the most eligible bachelor was a mystery to him. Maybe she was too intimidating, too tough, too calloused.

  Good. A strong woman was hard to find.

  "No, she isn't here yet." He motioned for her to come closer. "Is D still at the hospital with his mother?"

  "I don't know. I'll call and check on him." She glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Call Mom. We were supposed to eat dinner at eight for your birthday."

  "We were, but she's not made it back. Your mom is a tough woman. I'm sure she's fine." Joe reached out and pinched his daughter's chin softly. His concern wasn't just for Vivian, but for D's mother, Maria, as well. The woman had become vitally important over the years. Almost too important. His infidelities weighed heavily on him, but he pushed them aside. He would ensure that Vivian was safe and then focus on his dying mistress in the hospital. She deserved at least one more visit from him.

  Izzy moved closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're worried, Dad. I can tell."

  "Fuck yes, I'm worried. Sh
e has thirty more minutes before I send the boys out and search the city." He released her and picked up his glass.

  "I'm sure she's fine. She's as smart as you and as vicious as me." Izabella winked and turned, walking out of the room without another word.

  Joe emptied his glass in one long swig and sat it down next to a picture of his bride. "If anything has happened to you, baby, I'll gut this city from one end unto the other until I bathe in the blood of the ones responsible." He took a shaky breath, his stomach flipping over as his chest burned.

  Vivian was never late.

  Something was wrong.

  Chapter 1

  Four Days Later

  Demetri

  The rain that fell from the heavens was more than appropriate, but it always was in the midst of death and despair. Having lived a life of crime for as long as someone might be expected to remember, I never could quite comprehend why it was so painfully fresh and new each time it occurred.

  I stood next to the large oak tree that bent carefully over the top of the graveside. The Don had picked out the plot years ago when I first came to work for him, but never in a million years had I expected us to use the damned thing so soon.

  Too soon.

  The earlier part of the day had been filled with business, everyone trying to act as if their pain was able to be masked in normality. Only when we headed to the old, historical Saint Mary's Cathedral on the east side of Chicago did the truth set in.

  The occasional joke had been offered as I drove Joseph "Don" Castaletta and his son Marco to the old cemetery, but it was a ruse, a facade of sorts. Death seemed a far cry from the life we lived. We served it up regularly but always declined its age-old invitation to dance.

  Today a different tale was being told on far too many levels.