by B. B. Hamel
“So,” he said. “Dante. You’ve certainly been busy today.”
“Yes, Don Leone. It’s been a busy day.”
He chuckled. “I suppose you’re wondering what I want to talk to you about.”
“More wondering what you’re going to say about it.”
Don Leone nodded. “The whole city is talking about your hit. You should hear what some of the soldiers are calling it.”
I hesitated. “What are they saying?” I asked.
“They call it the Dockyard Massacre.” He chuckled. “It wasn’t at the docks, but it was close enough. And it does sound rather nice.”
“I’m not sure it’s something I’ll add to all my online social media profiles, sir.”
“No, I suppose not.” He continued smiling and I glanced over my shoulder at the muscle still lingering behind us. “Tell me something, Dante. What was your goal with that move? Was it simply to sow chaos?”
I shook my head. “No, Don. I wanted to kill Vlas. I wanted to show strength. I assumed that his deal with the Jalisco would not mean good things for us, and I wanted to make sure that did not happen.”
“And how did you even know of that deal?” Don Leone asked. “I wasn’t aware that we had someone on the inside of the Jalisco.”
“I have an informant,” I said. “A personal one.”
The Don leaned back in his chair, clearly surprised. He glanced over at Roberto, who only grunted and glared at Dante.
“You have an informant in one of the biggest cartels in the world, but you did not share that informant with me?”
“I know how that seems, Don,” I said. “But it was necessary. That informant costs me a lot of money, and I couldn’t risk his identity leaking out. I decided to keep him private for the good of the family.”
“And yet you didn’t use him for the family, Dante. You used him for yourself.”
I glanced at Aida and I could see the anxiety on her face. This conversation wasn’t going well, and I could only guess at what she was thinking.
“You know that was not my intention, Don. When Vlas tried to hit me, again and again, it was my duty to hit him back. I had to make the family look strong. Interrupting the deal with the Jalisco only helped the family in the end, since it’s one fewer connection the Russians have.”
“Perhaps,” Don Leone said. “And yet that seems like something I should have decided, not you.”
I clenched my jaw. I wanted to argue, but I could tell from the Don’s posture that further outburst would not help. So I shut my mouth and waited a long moment while the Don stared at me and slowly shook his head.
“I also have a contact within the Jalisco,” Don Leone said. “He is placed very high in the organization, and I have not leaned on him much over the years, though we have been very beneficial to each other. And I will tell you this, young Dante. That man is very angry.”
I sat back in my chair. “I gave them fair warning.”
“Perhaps you warned their underlings. But you did not warn the bosses, and they see that as a sign of disrespect.”
“I told them I’d buy their product for more than they were getting from Vlas.”
“And who authorized such a deal?”
I hesitated then shook my head. “Nobody, Don.”
“Nobody.” Don Leone leaned toward me, eyes hard, and I saw the man beneath the facade, the killer with a heart as cold as ice. A man didn’t become the head of a family like the Leone family without having steel in his chest.
“Let me explain what you did,” he said, his voice low. “You interrupted a deal with a large, powerful cartel. You killed men during that deal. You offered them a new deal, one with far-reaching consequences. You pissed them off, and beyond that, you murdered a lot of men. You threatened an entire city, Dante, all because you couldn’t stand to lose.”
“You’re damn right I can’t,” I growled at the Don. I saw Tad, Dino, and Roberto all shift toward me, Roberto reaching for something under his jacket, but the Don held up a hand to stop them without looking. “I wasn’t about to let Vlas keep trying to kill me without some revenge. I wasn’t going to let him take Aida from me and use her against the family. I will do anything for this family, Don Leone. I will gladly die if you tell me to, and you know that. I’ll burn this city down, if that’s what you ask. But I will not lose. I can’t stand for it.”
Don Leone looked at me for a long moment. I could see a hint of surprise in his eyes as he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Dante, Dante, Dante. You truly can’t control your temper, can you?”
I sat back, seething. “I feel strongly about this, Don Leone.”
“I know you do.” He smiled again and looked over his shoulder. “You can relax, Roberto. Nobody’s getting hurt today.”
Roberto shrugged and pulled his hand from his jacket. I felt a strange wave of relief rush over me. I was sure the Don was going to order my execution today, and suddenly I felt like I was getting a second chance at life.
“Thank you, Don.”
“But you are not in my good graces,” Don Leone said. “I am going to allow you to live, for now, because you truly are one of my most effective Capos. Your territory brings in twice as much money as any other, and you manage to do that while competing with Vlas all the time. It’s impressive, young Dante. But you’re impulsive and prone to making violent decisions without consulting me, which I cannot have. Do you understand me? You cannot go off without consulting me again, or there will be repercussions. Effective as you are, even a good dog has to be put down if he endangers the family.”
I bowed my head toward him. “Thank you, Don. I won’t let you down.”
“Good. I know you mean well, Dante. I truly do. I know you’re loyal. But you need to learn restraint, young man. You did something too public, too dangerous today. In the future, have your lieutenant come speak with mine before you do something so visible.”
“I will, Don.”
“Good.” Don Leone pushed his chair back and got to his feet. He used the cane and leaned on it like he was tired. “Now, I have to deal with your fallout. I have the Jalisco to handle and Maksim is threatening open war now. Not to mention the police I’m going to have to bribe to ignore all those dead bodies.”
“I appreciate your position, Don.” I stood up and Aida joined me. I bowed slightly toward him. “If I can assist, please tell me.”
“You’ll pay me twice your normal tribute rate,” he said. “Send the money as soon as you can. And make sure it comes from your own pockets, Dante. Don’t make your soldiers pay for your mistakes.” The Don limped toward the hallway, and his three bodyguards followed without looking over at me.
I followed him to the entry and stood near the stairs. Aida lingered in the kitchen, watching down the hall.
Roberto opened the door for the Don and he paused before he left. He turned to me and stared into my eyes. I got another glimpse of that killer hiding deep inside the seemingly harmless old man, and it made my spine shiver.
“Think before you act again, Dante.” He smiled then and inclined his head toward me. “And well done killing so many of those Commie fucks. Nothing better than Russian blood on the soil.”
I grinned at him. “Thank you, sir.”
“Do something so stupid again, and it’ll be your blood mixing with theirs.” He turned and walked outside. Roberto shot me a look then followed his master, the two other bodyguards bringing up the rear. I watched them go down the steps then pile into a black sedan before I shut the door and locked it.
I turned to Aida and she came a few steps closer. “That was… intense.”
“I think we just got lucky,” I said.
“He seems so nice.” She bit her lip and put her hand flat against the wall, leaning up against it for support. “But then his mask dropped a little and I saw…”
“You saw the real Don,” I said. “A man like him doesn’t become Don without being a killer. And Don Leone is as bloody as they get.”
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br /> I walked to her and she closed the gap between us. She pressed herself against my chest and I hugged her tight, holding her for a long moment.
“How close did we just come?” she asked.
“Very close,” I admitted. “I think he planned on killing us, if I’m honest.”
She looked up at me, eyes wide, face pale. “Really?”
“Really. He wouldn’t have brought all three of his best guards if he didn’t mean violence. I think I might’ve changed his mind.”
“Shit,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry you saw that. I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”
“Don’t be sorry. I don’t blame you for doing what you did.”
I smiled and reached up to lace my fingers through her silky soft hair. I pulled it gently, tilting her chin toward me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were starting to grow a bit of darkness yourself, my little Aida.”
“Maybe I’m starting to take after you.”
I snorted. “I hope not, for both our sakes. I need you to be level-headed.”
“Why, so you can run around doing whatever you want?”
“No. So you can tell me when I’m being impulsive and stupid.”
“I can try that.” She gasped as I pulled her hair tighter. “But I don’t think you’ll listen.”
“Probably not.” I kissed her gently, my heart racing. “But gods damned, nothing makes me starving more than coming inches away from death.”
“Starving for what?” she whispered.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, my tongue against hers. I didn’t bother answering. I just dragged her to the stairs and pulled her up behind me, heart racing the whole way. When I reached my bedroom, I threw her on the bed, slammed the door behind me, and approached her with lust in my eyes.
24
Dante
I took her clothes off first. I didn’t kiss her, didn’t touch her. I stripped off her tank top, threw it on the floor, took off her bra, then pulled off her pants. When she was wearing nothing but her skin, I took a step back and admired her.
“On your knees,” I said. “Stay on the bed.”
She tilted her head and obeyed. She knelt in front of me on top of the bed, her feet tucked under her ample ass. Her hips curved in a graceful arc and I felt my cock stiffen as my eyes took in every inch of her smooth, beautiful skin.
I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off, dropped it down. I loved the way she looked at my body, at my muscles and my tattoos. I took off my pants, let them fall. Then I finally took off my boxer briefs, taking my massive cock in one hand and slowly stroked myself.
“On all fours,” I said, stepping closer. She obeyed and I took her head, gently guiding her mouth toward my cock. She opened her lips and took me, sliding my tip along her tongue, licking around in circles. I let out a little groan as I slid my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She stayed on all fours and took me, gagged, pulled back with a gasp. I slid into her mouth again and fucked her face like that, holding her hair in my fist.
She was beautiful, lean, and incredible. The long curve of her spine made my blood boil and the smooth, round turn of her ass made me want to spank her until she begged my name. I pulled her head back, making her gasp as a long string of spit slipped from her lips to the tip of my cock. I pushed her back down my length, up and down, bobbing her body, her round shoulders, her plump lips. I reached her breasts with my free hand as I slid my cock deeper into her throat, making her take it, making her mine.
I pulled her back and turned her around. I pushed her face into the comforter and looked at her gorgeous, glistening pussy. I spread her ass and licked her from behind, tasting every inch. I teased her with my fingers and spread her lips, rolling the tips of my fingers along her clit. She shivered, shook her ass, and moaned.
“More,” she said.
That one word lit me on fire, sent tingles along my veins.
“More,” she said again, begging now.
“Say my name.”
“More, Dante. Please.”
“Good girl,” I crooned, pressing the tip of my cock against her gaping, soaked pussy. “Very good girl.”
I plunged myself deep. She gasped, tensed, threw her head back. I grabbed her hair, gathered it all in my hand. I held her like that, using her hair to make her move faster or slower. I made her ride my cock, watching her back muscles work, her leg muscles tense, her ass clap up and down my shaft. I growled with delight as sweat dribbled down her skin in long curving descents, tracing glorious lines along her skin. I licked some off then spanked her ass hard.
I wanted to leave my mark. I spanked it again, harder, and again. I growled with delight when she moaned the last time, and I made her take my cock down to the hilt. I filled her, pulled her apart, made her stay like that. I felt her shiver and convulse.
“Look at you,” I whispered as she began to move back and forth again, using her legs and arms as leverage. “Riding the cock of a killer. And loving it so much. When did you get so filthy, Aida? When did I corrupt you?”
“I always was,” she moaned. “Oh, god, I think I always was.”
“You were waiting for a man like me then,” I said. I spanked her ass hard and she gasped with delight. “You were waiting for a man that could control you, own you, dominate you. Give you the pleasure and the pain you need.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Spank me again.”
I hit her hard, flat on her ass. She laughed and groaned with pleasure. “Fuck, Dante,” she whispered. “You feel so good. I could take your cock all day. I just… I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“I do.” I leaned over her, cock buried inside, and pulled her back against me. I let my hands explore her flat, tight stomach, her round breasts, her hard pink nipples. I tweaked them with my fingers as I kissed her neck. She turned and found my lips, kissing me with pure and utter desire.
“You’re just becoming yourself,” I whispered in her ear. “This dirty girl has always been inside of you, waiting to come out. You were born to ride the cock of a killer, girl. You were born to take me deep between your beautiful legs.”
“Dante,” she whispered, wiggling her hips, then moved down again without me telling her to. She began to work her hips faster, then started pushing back against me.
She rode me like that with wild abandon. I let her do her thing, holding on to her hair as she slapped forward and back, panting and moaning the whole time. I let out growls of delight and enjoyed the show of her body, her muscles tensing and working, the form of her skin driving me wild with need.
I couldn’t take it for long. I pushed her down after one hard stroke then fucked her hard. I took over, unleashing the animal rage that had been growing inside of me. I unleashed it all on her tight pussy, fucking her without mercy, grabbing her hair and wrist to pull her against me. She screamed my name in pure lust and threw her head back hard as her pussy clenched down. I felt the desire, the need building between us, and finally sweat began to tickle down my own back.
I knew I was close, didn’t care. I kept going, kept pushing into her, kept pushing her body to new levels. I growled her name once, twice, and reached around to rub her clit. She gasped and shivered, her body tensed again, as I filled her up to the brim. She was close to overflowing, and I growled my pleasure and consent. “Come for me,” I whispered. “Come for your killer. Come on my thick cock. Come and make me your man.”
She moaned my name as she came. Her pussy clenched tight along my shaft with every stroke and her body shook as she lost all control. She turned into a mess of begging, moaning, panting, sweating. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen in my life, and I couldn’t stop myself as I came deep inside her tight cunt. We climaxed together, my seed filling her deep, her pussy tight around my thick shaft.
When we finished, I collapsed into bed. She rolled into my arms and I held her tight against my chest. She sighed and nuzzled tight, her cheek against my chest, her breasts warm and soft
against my side.
“I should still hate you,” she said with a smile.
“Maybe you should,” I said. “Use some of that hate the next time I fuck you.”
She looked up at me and I grinned then kissed her. She laughed and put her head back down.
I felt good. Fucking good. I’d survived and hit my enemies hard. Don Leone was angry, but fuck it. I did a good thing today, even if I’d taken it too far.
And I had my Aida. That was all I needed in the end. I had my girl, my gun, and my family.
I was going to be okay.
25
Aida
I fell asleep in his arms, drenched in sweat, a sweet ache between my legs.
When I was on all fours on the bed, his cock sliding down into my throat, or when I turned around and rode him, pleasure wracking my body, my muscles tired and aching from the work, I realized something about myself.
It wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t nice. It didn’t match up with what I’d always thought of as the core of my person.
In my mind, in my dreams, I believed I was good.
Even that night, sleeping soundless, content and floating, I still thought it in some quiet part of my soul. Even though I’d been shown the truth, I still couldn’t quite accept it.
I was bad.
I was rotten.
There was something broken inside of me, something twisted and jagged, a piece that was missing.
I never noticed before. Not when I was living a relatively normal life, despite my junkie asshole thief father. I thought I was good because I wasn’t like him, but taking Dante in my mouth, in my throat, between my legs, and loving every single second of it made me realize the truth.
I wasn’t good. I wasn’t even decent.
I was selfish and bad.
But I didn’t care.
It didn’t matter to me anymore. I was ready to let go of my old life and move on to something else. I didn’t know what kind of person I was going to become, or if I was just starting to open my eyes to the kind of person that I’ve always been. But either way, I was ready to embrace it all.