by B. B. Hamel
The chief took a deep breath and let it out. “You have no clue what you’re fucking with.”
“I know you had an arrangement with the Lionettis, and I’m here to tell you that your arrangement with them is over. You have a new master now.”
The chief’s nostril’s flared. “Nobody’s my fucking master.”
“You can call me whatever you want, Chief. Call me daddy, if you like, but understand that I hold the cards now, and if you want this to stay buried, you’re going to play along.”
The chief stared silently for several long seconds then his face split open into a vicious smile.
“All right, Daddy, understand this.” The chief jammed two fingers into Luke’s chest. “I don’t deal with lowlife fucks like you. Maybe I had a deal with the Lionettis, but they didn’t approach me at my fucking house like some lowlife scum and they certainly didn’t try to strong-arm me the way you are. So you know what? I’d rather get divorced than give you one moment of my time. Now get the fuck off my property.”
Luke glared as the chief turned and walked to the door. I stepped forward, hands clenched into fists at my side.
“You walk away now, you’re guaranteeing we’ll leak this image.”
“Good luck with that, sweetie. You think anyone’s going to believe you over me? I’ll take that chance.” He opened the door, stepped back inside, and slammed it shut behind him.
Luke stood there, staring at the closed door for several long seconds before shaking his head. “That didn’t go as planned.”
“What do we do now?”
“The chief won’t play along, so we’ll find someone that will.” He turned from the house.
I stared back at the door and wanted to kick it open. It was guys like Chief James that ran this city and profited on the backs of all his hard-working cops, all the folks that were just trying to get by that he and his rich asshole buddies exploited over and over again. He was a corrupt dickhead that slept with hookers and probably arrested them afterward for kicks, and I wanted to hurt him, wanted to bring him down. Men like him didn’t deserve to live in a beautiful house like this.
And yet I couldn’t do a thing. If he didn’t want to play along with our blackmail then I was stuck. I hated feeling powerless, and hated even more that this guy might just turn his back and walk away, and never face any consequences.
I followed Luke back to the car. He drove off and we didn’t speak on the way home.
19
Luke
Chief James wasn’t my only option. He was only the best of the bunch.
But there were other crooked cops.
I sat up late in the living room paging through the dossier, arranging potential blackmail victims. If Chief James wouldn’t listen to me, then maybe he’d listen to one of the several captains and lieutenants I had lying before me like a deck of fucked-up cards.
Cara lounged on the couch. She hadn’t been talkative since the chief’s house, and I figured she wasn’t happy with the way he spoke to her like she was some worthless nothing. It was bad enough getting that treatment from her own father, but hearing it from the chief of police probably set her teeth on edge, and I wanted to get at that bastard just for making her uncomfortable.
A knock at the door pulled me from the table. Yuri stood on the stoop, hopping from foot to foot. “Hey, boss,” he said. “I’m on duty tonight.”
“I appreciate that. Is German out there with you?”
“Yeah, he’s somewhere.” Yuri glanced past me. “Hey, Cara, how you doing?”
She waved lazily. “Fine. It’s late, aren’t you tired?”
“I don’t sleep.” Yuri grinned up at me. “And you pay really well, so hey, I can do a little guard duty, why not?”
“Shout if you need anything, Yuri. And don’t fall asleep on me.”
He saluted and walked off. I watched him go, lingering on the stoop. Ever since I realized how important the dossier was, I had my guys playing guard duty on the house to make sure Cara was okay, and to give me some warning in case the Lionettis rolled up. It hadn’t been necessary so far, but I didn’t know how long I could press my luck.
I shut the door then sat down on the couch. Cara put her feet in my lap and gave me a sly look. I started to massage them nice and hard until she stretched out and purred like a cat.
“That feels good,” she said. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
“The boys line up and I give them all massages as a thanks for a job well done.”
She snorted. “That’s super gross.”
“I know.” I dug my thumbs into her heel and she gasped in delight. “I used to do this for my mom, back in the day. Guess I never forgot how.”
“Were you close?”
“Not really.” I closed my eyes, a heavy exhaustion suddenly weighing me down. “She wasn’t sober much. But yeah, we got along when she wasn’t nodding off from dope or drunk out of her skull or whatever.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Everyone’s got a story, Cara. We’re all fucked up here.”
She laughed then sighed. “That’s almost comforting. God, I was so pissed earlier at the chief’s place.”
“I could tell. You want to talk about it?”
She groaned as I switched to her other foot. “It’s stupid, I guess. I mean, I don’t think of myself as his daughter, you know? I’m nothing like that asshole, and the chief’s right, it was hard growing up with him. But I guess I don’t like people looking down on me just because of who my dad was, like they know a damn thing about me.”
“You should be pissed about it,” I said softly. “Nobody gets to judge you, especially people like him. I bet he’s never had a day of hardship in his life, not a guy like that.”
“Makes me wonder how he got any power at all.”
“Does it though? Guys like him are snakes, they slither their way into every institution in the damn world and take it over. I’d root them all out and kill them all if I could.”
“Listen to you, practically a revolutionary.”
“Call me Comrade Luke. All us Russians are revolutionaries at heart, we all want to be Lenin, although some of us want to be Stalin, and those are the ones you’ve got to look out for.”
She smiled and I ran my hand up her leg, along her smooth calf, toward her gorgeous thighs. Her eyes were hooded as she stared down at me, and I leaned toward her, hand moving up toward that warm, slick spot between her legs. She shifted her hips, opening her legs as I slipped up on top of her. She sucked in a breath and grinned up at me, her hands on my back.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey, yourself.” I flipped my fingers down the front of her panties and ran a tip along her lips, tracing her lines. She was wet already. “What have you been thinking about?”
“Only very chaste and appropriate things.”
I smirked and bit her lower lip hard as I sank two fingers deep inside of her. “I doubt you do chaste or appropriate.”
“Please, compared to you, I’m an angel.”
“And I guess I’m the devil then, but I think you like that.” I kissed her, teasing her pussy, rolling my fingers back along her clit. She shimmied her hips and let out soft, gasping moans, and my cock strained against my pants, my heart beating wildly.
She had this effect on me, this impossible to quantify pull, like she was a cliff and all I wanted to do was dive off her into the deep waters of her pleasure, of her skin and lips and tongue. She made me feel alive, like a man, like I wanted to be better than I already was—to give her even more than I could’ve if I never tried to outgrow myself. I wanted to sink inside of her and lose myself between her legs, because that was the only way to outrun all the fucked-up things I’ve done.
It was like if I could make her happy, give her pleasure, then all the mistakes could be fixed, all my sins atoned for. She was my way out, and I couldn’t let it go.
I kissed her faster, fingers teasing and sliding in slow circles around her soa
ked and swollen clit as my other hand moved up her shirt, teased her breasts, then grabbed her left wrist and pinned it above her head. I wanted to take her and make her mine, show her what a man felt like as I held her down and slid my thick cock between her legs. I wanted to hear that incredible moan and watch her breasts shake as she took shuddering, gasping breaths, as her back arched and her pussy clenched down in a wild and mind-breaking orgasm.
“Is this what you stayed up late for?” she whispered as I pulled her shirt off and threw it onto the floor.
“I’d stay up late for this every night, princess.” I shimmied her shorts off and exposed her damp, black panties. I pulled them aside and exposed her gorgeous pink pussy. She gasped when I spread her lips then licked her, tonguing her slow and tasting her before sinking fingers inside and licking her clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter, and I loved the way she gasped and whispered my name as I sucked her and worked her pussy.
“God, I didn’t know I could love this so much,” she said, moaning in this high-pitched groan. “I didn’t realize I could get off just from your lips and your fingers.”
“You just haven’t had a man that knows what he’s doing.” I teased her some more, wanting her right on that edge. Her eyes flashed down to meet mine and I saw all the fear, the insecurity, and the lust, the need, the want, the pleasure and the pain reflected back at me. I kept my fingers buried inside and moved up to kiss her.
She kissed me back with a furor, tasting herself on my tongue.
“You think you know?” she whispered.
I laughed, pulled back, and grabbed her hips. I turned her around and got her ass up in the air. She gasped, looking back, as I licked her pussy from behind, tonguing her all over. She groaned and wiggled her hips, and I teased that clit, tasting it then rolling my fingers around it as I sank my tongue inside her. She groaned and bit down on the arm of the couch, and I couldn’t take much more, couldn’t handle the lean muscles in her back and her tight, pink nipples.
I pulled off my shirt, my pants, my boxer briefs. She let me peel her panties off, lying flat on her stomach, and I kissed her shoulders, my cock wedged between her ass, kissed her back, then pulled her hips up again and teased her soaked entrance with the tip of my hard, thick cock.
She kissed me over her shoulder as I sank myself inside. I covered her breasts with my hands and she knelt up, my cock between her legs, kissing me with a need that bordered on greedy, until I pushed her back down and began to fuck her, nice and slow at first, just a little bit of teasing.
“More,” she whispered. “I want you to show me how you fuck, Luke.” She sounded starved and gorgeous, so I gave her what she wanted. I slid my cock in and out faster, making her breasts shake with every hard thrust, until I grabbed one wrist and pinned it behind her back, pushing her down against the couch.
I fucked her rough and made her feel how much I wanted her. I gave her the pleasure she craved, the pleasure I knew she needed ever since the moment we met in that alley after I put a bullet in her father’s head. She wanted to get fucked by her father’s killer, and I wanted to take my prize for getting rid of that scumbag Justin. She was my toy, my perfection, my heaven, and every thrust, every kiss, every touch made me all the more certain that I’d never let her go, no matter what happened with this dossier, no matter where we ended up.
She was mine.
I pulled back and she fell forward, then turned and climbed into my lap. She thrust back and rode me, sweating already in the humid Philly evening, and I slapped her thick ass, bit her lower lip, gripped her luscious hair, licked her hard nipple. I loved the way her tits bounced, loved her thighs, her arched back, her ass, the way her hips worked. She went faster and I fucked her, helping her along as she gasped, and I pulled her hair tighter.
“Sinking deep into your pussy’s like heaven for me,” I whispered in her ear. “Whenever you’re around, all I can think about is taking you. Come on, Cara, ride my cock. You know what you do to me, don’t you?”
“Tell me,” she moaned. “Tell me what you think of me.”
“I think you taste like heaven and feel like hell. I think you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and when you’re lying there with your ass in the air, your wet pussy dripping and begging for me, I think that’s the best I’ll ever get in life, and that’s more than enough. You don’t know how much I love your body, your lips, those sexy fucking moans you make when I tongue your little clit. God, and when you suck my cock like you’re desperate for me to come in your mouth, it’s all I can do to keep myself from filling your throat. You drive me wild, Cara, you make me want to give this all up and spend the rest of my life in bed with you.”
“Fuck,” she moaned, sweat dripping down her back as she rode faster. “God, I can imagine you fucking me all day long. You can keep me in your room, use me like a toy, fuck me, come in me, get me off, then do it all again when you’re ready for more. Oh my god, I want to be your little toy, fuck.”
I growled and turned her around, pushing her down against the couch on her back and fucked her wildly. I couldn’t help it anymore, the thought of tying her up on my bed and using her like that made me insane with lust. Her eyes rolled back as she lifted her legs and spread them wider, my cock pushing deeper and deeper, and she tightened her knees suddenly, her back arching as she came in a massive, gasping wave of groans and wild pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, the closest I’d ever gotten to some kind of divine experience, and I filled her a moment later, came deep between her legs as her orgasm simmered through her and slowly abated.
I held her against my chest and kissed her. She returned that kiss with a stupid smile on her lips.
“Sometimes I feel like I’m fucking like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do,” she whispered. “Is that bad? Or is it always like this with you?”
“It’s always like this.” I ran my thumb down her lower lip. “We’re only beginning, princess.”
She laughed and pushed me off, then got to her feet. She stretched, naked and gorgeous, and I stared at her body, already feeling myself starting to stiffen again.
She noticed and tilted her head.
“You’re not finished with me yet, are you?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think I am.”
“Good.” She turned and walked toward the stairs. “You’d better come and get me then.”
I stood as she started running up the steps and went after her.
There was nowhere for her to hide and we both knew it. In the end, I’d catch my prey, and I’d take what we both wanted.
But for now, I’d enjoy the game.
20
Cara
The bar was a seedy place at the end of a quiet block on the edge of Old City. Puddles hung around the sidewalks and people walked fast under umbrellas as the rain came down in heaps. Luke parked across the street and killed the engine, then peered out through the drenched windshield toward the black door.
“His name’s Captain Ryan Melino. He’s probably the next most important cop in the Lionetti files.”
“What’s his deal?” I asked, leaning back in my seat. My body still buzzed from the night before and I felt like I’d gotten a deep tissue massage—though really, I’d come about five times and Luke was absolutely insatiable.
But now he was all business, which I found strangely sexy. Maybe my wires were crossed and all I could think about was him between my legs, his teeth teasing my nipples and my lips, his fingers digging into my back.
“Drunk and womanizer, and he apparently owes a massive gambling debt.”
I frowned a little and looked over. Luke had the dossier open in his lap. He tilted it toward me and I glanced through the writing: sure enough, the guy owed them at least half a million dollars. I whistled and shook my head. “That’s one hell of a debt.”
“Seriously, no wonder they own him.” Luke closed the file.
“Are you sure he’s in there?”
“Says he comes her
e every night. If he’s not around, we’ll ask after him, maybe see if someone knows where he’s at.”
I put a hand on his leg. “The last cop we approached didn’t take this very well.”
“That was the police chief. This is some washed-up drunk captain with a gambling debt big enough to drown a fucking whale.” He leaned over and kissed me gently. “Come on, if you’re good, I’ll let you sleep in my room again tonight.”
I rolled my eyes but secretly felt a thrill—that was all I really wanted.
He climbed out and I followed. The rain drenched my hair almost immediately, but there was nothing I could do about it. We ran across the street, onto the sidewalk, and ducked under the building’s awning. He pushed the door open, and we stepped into a dim bar that smelled like stale beer and peanut shells.
The floor was sticky, the tables and chairs were scratched and marked with carved graffiti, and the walls were covered with Philadelphia sports memorabilia, all of it in pretty bad shape. Several guys sat at the bar, drinking and watching a baseball game on TV, and a booth toward the back was packed with a few young girls, probably college-aged, drinking and laughing loudly. The bartender was a craggy old lady standing with her arms crossed over her big, broad chest.
“What do you two need?” she asked without taking her eyes off the TV.
“Lager,” I said. “Wine for her. Whatever’s white and cold.”
The bartender nodded and got started on the drinks. I looked closely at all the guys sitting at the bar, and finally stared at the very last man, tucked in the far corner toward the bathrooms. He was hunched over a glass of something brown, staring down into it, but he had the look of a cop—short trimmed hair, clean shaven face, ruddy cheeks, big frame.
Luke caught my eye and nodded once.
The bartender returned with the drinks. I took the wine, sipped it, and tried not to gag. The stuff tasted like grape juice left out in a toilet for three weeks, which it might’ve been for all I knew. Luke drank half his lager down in three big gulps then carried the rest of it down to the far side of the bar. He sat down on Captain Melino’s right and I sat on his left, crossing my legs primly, sitting with my back straight.