Straight, No Chaser: A Mafia Alpha Bad Boy Romance

by Nikki Belaire

  I climb off the mattress, holding out my hand to help her up. She flips off the lamp switch, while I drop down onto the window seat. Salivating with absolute lust as she pulls her top over her head. Bathing her gorgeous body in nothing but the abundant moonlight. Making her glow even more beautiful if that’s fucking possible. I twirl my finger. Needing to see every inch of her naked splendor.

  Her head shakes, defying my command. Fucking sexy as hell to see her confidence. Instead, she steps forward and straddles me, sliding her knees across the smooth wood while her sweet pussy hovers over my cock. Watching while I guide her hips lower and my dick slowly disappears inside her. So fucking tight and perfect.

  She looks up, a vulnerability I fucking hate, clouding her gaze. "Sometimes it scares me how bad I need you."

  Fuck me. So fragile and raw. Defenseless from the control that she entrusts me with. Unaware of her power over me. That I can never let her regret. The admission reaches to the deepest layers of my soul. That I thought for so long was too mangled, too wounded for any hope to flourish. To believe goodness still exists. Except the proof sits right here in front of me. "I'm always yours, angel."

  “Luciano.”

  The best fucking sound to hear my name fall from her lips when her body welcomes me inside her. Skin softer than cashmere glides under my fingertips as I run my hands over her shoulders and up and down her back, feeling the delicate bones under my palms. Patient as I’ve ever been as she adjusts to me again.

  I lift up to meet her burgeoning thrusts. Nothing more seductive than her claiming me. She needs to comprehend the depth of my feelings, of the impact she has on me. Fisting her hair, I hold her head a breath from mine. "Who's ring are you wearing?"

  A sharp intake of air before she licks her lips, so close she brushes across mine with her wet tongue. Fighting every instinct not to suck it into my mouth.

  "Yours."

  "Who's dick is inside you?"

  Her arms coil around my neck, sheathing herself to me while I cup her ass cheeks. Grinding her forward and backward in the way I know she likes. That I fucking love. Coaxing a moan to rumble in her throat.

  "Yours."

  So fucking beautiful as she fights to keep her eyes open. Heavy with need for the release only I can grant her. My own cock twitching to be so close. "Who do you belong to?"

  "You."

  The fevered whisper almost undoes me. But I want more. I want it all. Greedy and insatiable to know she's mine. That no other man fills her thoughts. "I want to hear you say it."

  "I belong to you."

  I suck the hollow of her throat when her head falls back. Ecstasy roaring through her body. Pumping a few more times, I can't hold back. "Fly for me, angel."

  I yank her head forward, covering her mouth with mine, and swallowing down her cries as I come inside her. All her screams belong to me. No one else ever gets to hear baby girl's bliss.

  Fingernails tickle the nape of my neck while she nuzzles my shoulder. “You know, you’re very sexy when you smile like that.”

  Loving the playfulness in her tone and touch, I relax and twist to rest my back against the wall. Giving us a better view of her expansive farmland. “I didn't know I was.”

  “You look like that every time we make love. Like you're really happy.”

  I kiss her cheek, warm and smooth under my lips. "Happiness doesn't even begin to describe it."

  "Same here."

  Only a few minutes pass before her body softens and even breaths blow on my chest. Exhaustion claiming her. Not even stirring from my phone buzzing incessantly on the small dresser. Time for me to go. As much as it kills me to leave. But I owe her irrefutable peace of mind that son of a bitch will never hurt her again. I press my lips against her forehead one last time before I tuck her into bed. "Sweet dreams, angel."

  Acrid smell of urine welcomes me as I stroll into the crumbling building. Stupid motherfucker's already pissed his pants. Guess Franklin's started the party without me. No worries. Still plenty of time to fuck this bastard over.

  Hunter twists back and forth, fighting like a dumb ass against his restraints. Yeah, because this pussy ass thinks he can break free from metal chains strung over twenty inch steel pipes. What a fucking moron.

  Franklin gives him a shove, chuckling while Hunter runs on tip toes to try and keep the handcuffs from cutting any deeper into his ripped skin. Matching the blood leaking from his mouth. Guess Franklin's already yanked out a few molars. Hunter quickly learning the punishment for getting too mouthy.

  "Evening, boss."

  Boz chin lifts me, his jaw clenched tight. Still smarting from earlier when he didn't get to finish the job. I pat him on the back, his thick muscles flexing under my hand. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn."

  A vicious smile curls his lips. This is why my men love me. I give them the ability to utilize their best talents, and in return, they give me their undying loyalty.

  I shake Franklin's hand, and he steps back, acquiescing to my authority. Hunter isn't as welcoming, scowling as much as he can manage with a swollen cheek.

  “I see you've met Franklin."

  "Fuck you!"

  He tries to spit on me, but the saliva just dribbles down his chin. Difficult to purse your lips while trying to get used to the newly empty space in your mouth.

  "Easy to be a big man, with all your goons around."

  Adrenaline pumps through my muscles from his threat. I haven't enjoyed a real fight in a long time. "You want to go? Then let's do it."

  Duncan doesn't even have to stretch to release Hunter from his shackles, who collapses to the concrete floor. His arms probably numb after dangling for so long. After a long minute, he makes it to his hands and knees. But I'm nice and don't kick him in the ribs. Just wait patiently for him to get on his feet.

  But I'm a mean bastard who doesn't miss an opportunity to taunt him a little bit. "I'll even give you a few hits before I kick your ass."

  All three of my bodyguards step back, demonstrating the leeway he's going to receive. Hunter twists his arms and bounces on his feet like he's fucking Rocky or something. I roll my eyes, garnering a chuckle from Boz and Duncan. Nothing from Franklin. But I don't take offense. He can't help he's dead inside.

  Hunter balls his fist and races toward me, so off balance with his erratic swing, I don't even flinch from his punch to the gut. His good eye widens, realizing the waste of his effort. "Really? My fucking four-year-old brother hits harder than that."

  A few more laughs from the guys. They like Eli too. Humiliation flushes Hunter's face, and he lunges for my jaw. No more force than a chick slapping me for my smart ass mouth.

  I'm getting bored and rock on my heels. My angel's waiting for me. To end him and get back to her.

  He goes all in this time, attempting an old football move and tackling me with his shoulder. But he's weak and flabby, only able to use his weight as leverage. We hit the ground, my back slamming into bolts from a long gone machine. Tearing through my shirt. Fucking sad the only injury this motherfucker can dole out is a scrape.

  Now, it's my turn. I roll us over and land three huge punches to what's left of his nose. Getting high off the blood and skin sliding over my knuckles. "You touched her, and nobody gets away with touching what’s mine."

  I push off of him, and brush the dust off my pants while Franklin directs the guys in attaching him spread eagle to the concrete floor. Dude's got some amazing tools to be able to adhere this fucker to the concrete so securely.

  Stunned and hurting, Hunter remains silent, not fighting against his new circumstances. Until Franklin unsheathes his carving knife. The bastard yelps and thrashes against the leather straps, slicing his tan skin like a million tiny paper cuts. His taut face as red as his hair.

  “Come on man, she ain’t worth it. You know she’s nothing but a bitch. I mean, she’d be all over me. Rubbing up on me with those huge tits and then nothing. Wouldn’t even suck my dick after I’d been putting up with her playi
ng me for almost a year.”

  Fire rages through me from his insults. Fucking bastard never deserved her mouth or her pussy. And especially not her heart. Yeah, motherfucker because that’s all mine. I crouch down next to him, and tap his hand. "This finger? This fucking filthy finger was in my girl?"

  His teeth grit, already wincing from the impending pain. "She asked for it. She wanted me to fuck her. She liked it."

  His pathetic attempts to convince me burn my gut. A fucking fool for never realizing the gift he had and lost with her. "No she didn't and you were too fucking stupid to know it."

  I nod to Franklin. A smug ass smile curls my lips. I'm going to fucking love watching this asshole suffer.

  Hunter's gaze flies between me and my enforcer. Panic curls his body back. Instinctively recoiling from the weapon in Franklin's huge hand. Yet it's no use. Too fucking late. His scream as the blade slices through bone calms me like a pacifier.

  His thumb for every tear she shed.

  His ring finger for every instance of humiliation she endured.

  His pinky for every feeling of doubt she carried for standing up for herself.

  He will pay.

  Ignoring the blood pouring out of his mangled hand, I focus on his face. Crumpled and wet like a fucking pussy. He thinks he's going to die. But oh no, that's too fucking good for him. No, we'll just make him wish he was.

  After Franklin moves to his foot, his big toe sliced off, Hunter passes out from the shock. Flailing back against the concrete so hard, blood pools round his stupid head like a halo. So fucking ironic.

  But, that's fine. Franklin's got all night and fucking loves his job. He's in no hurry. I nod to him.

  "Go ahead, take your break."

  Franklin grabs his smokes and heads outside. Quickly enveloped in the darkness surrounding the abandoned factory. I check my watch. Almost two am. I'll enjoy one more hour of his torture before I head back. Hopefully, the light in the barn will be off when I return unlike when I left. Because I know Junior won't like the answers to his questions.

  16

  Chapter Sixteen

  After cutting up Eli's eggs, I shove in another piece of perfectly crisp bacon. Exhausted but so fucking satisfied. From Hunter's torture and Molly's sweet pussy. Her sexy bed hair and sanguine smile reflect her contentedness too. The angst from his bullshit replaced by the reverence of our love making.

  Belinda sets a platter of pancakes on the table just as a harsh ring bounces off the stark white walls. A frown crosses the older woman's face. "Nothing good ever comes from calls this early in the morning."

  She answers the yellow wall phone, an antique I haven't seen in at least ten years. "Hello...No, it's fine, we were up...Oh no!"

  Shock steals the color from her cheeks, and she clutches the edge of the tiled counter before motioning to Junior. They both hustle toward the dining room, closing the door with only the long spiral phone cord keeping the latch from shutting completely.

  "I hope everything's okay."

  Molly clutches my hand under the table. Her pink fingers so delicate against my olive skin that I have to remind myself not to squeeze them too hard. "Me too."

  Despite her concern, she manages a smile at Eli. Bouncing in his seat with joy. Finally able to go horseback riding. Kid glows like it's his birthday, Christmas, and Halloween all rolled into one. I'm glad Molly gets to be the one to provide him with the experience. They're going to have a great time.

  "Finish eating, and then we'll go get your boots on."

  His face lights up with Molly's instruction, and he shoves in his peach slices, sputtering with the excessive mouthful. I pound on his back when he coughs, spewing little pieces of fruit all over the table making Caroline gag.

  "Gross Eli!"

  Their laughter fades as Molly's parents return. Belinda's face scrunched with sorrow, while Junior's expression is unreadable. I swear to fucking god he looks pleased, but can't figure out the disconnect to his wife's agony.

  Her Dad taps Caroline on the shoulder. "Why don't you take Eli out to feed the horses?"

  A question disguised as an order that her little sister understands. She hops up with Eli on her heels, already peppering her with questions as they file out the back door.

  "Can we give them apples? Do you have to cut them up? Do they drink milk with their breakfast?"

  His voice fades away once they reach the grass lining the driveway. I keep my face neutral already well-aware of the content of Belinda's discussion.

  "That was Sue Hoage. She said Hunter..." Her hand curls over her mouth, shaking her head before she can continue. "...was attacked last night. He's in ICU at the hospital in Holmville."

  Absolutely zero guilt. Except for Belinda's anxiety. But even that angst isn't enough to make me regret what we did.

  "What happened?"

  Molly's whisper contradicts with the vise grip on my forearm. Not sure what she's feeling but what ever fear or doubt she carries I will end it.

  "It's so vicious, so horrible. They cut off some of his fingers, pulled out his teeth, broke his nose and ribs. They even mutilated his..."

  With a trembling hand, she flaps below her stomach. Too demure to say the word.

  Yeah, motherfucker won't ever rape a woman again. But he might not be so lucky when he returns to jail. Franklin's idea. Which I think was more for him than me. Hunter ended up being one of his favorite victims. The pathetic crying and begging feeding Franklin's psychotic hunger. Got to give the guy some reward for his excellent work, so I let the stupid bastard live.

  Now Franklin can enjoy the torture Hunter endures while locked up, and can get to him anytime he wants. I have to admit I take a perverse pleasure in knowing Hunter will get fucked over every single day for the remainder of his shitty life. A little bit of revenge on his victims' behalf.

  My stomach growls, but I refrain from eating while they discuss the dumb ass. Although I give zero fucks about his trauma, these are good people who care and have respect for another human's suffering.

  "Is he going to be okay?"

  Belinda shakes her head from Molly's inquiry. "They don't know. They're doing everything they can but have to wait and see."

  I don't flinch under Junior's gaze. Fully aware he knows. A smart man who can easily put all the clues together. Strangely enough, he seems nonplussed. Guilt probably dampens his revelry, but still relieved Molly will never suffer again because of that bastard. Just like I am.

  Molly's mother pats her chest. "Well, for his mother's sake, I hope he pulls through."

  She'd be better off without him, but I keep that sentiment to myself. Molly covers my hand on her thigh. Her own uncertain feelings swirling on her face. I earn a small smile when I kiss her temple. You're welcome baby girl. I'll always take care of you, more than you'll ever understand.

  Another bell interrupts the silence, everyone lost in their own reverie. Junior stands up first.

  "Now what?"

  We follow him like the fucking pied piper, although I'd much rather be finishing my breakfast. Got to play the part, feigning a concerned demeanor while I caress the small of Molly's back. Actually, I'd rather be finishing her off, welcoming her cries of pleasure with my cock buried deep inside her.

  All my wicked thoughts evaporate when Junior opens the door.

  Sean.

  He stands with another officer, both of them removing their hats before they step inside the house.

  "I'm sorry to bother you, Junior. But we're investigating an assault against Hunter Rowe last night."

  Anger from that motherfucker's name again coils her father's body just like my fist. "What does that have to do with us?"

  No reaction to her father's harsh tone. Just glances at me before presenting a fake stoic expression to Junior. "I know how you feel about him, but we still have a job to do. There were reports of a black Escalade near the scene, similar to Mr. Ellison's. We'd like to have a few words with him."

  Motherfucker acts like I'm n
ot fucking standing right here. I step forward, hating the loss of Molly's skin under my fingers. None of them need to be exposed to this. I always fucking take responsibility for my actions. But Junior holds out his palm toward me, never taking his eyes off Sean. "Luc was here the entire time I was in the house. So was his vehicle."

  Technically true. Junior was in the barn while I was gone. Conveniently omitting the fact that I actually did leave. Fucking shocking me nonetheless.

  Sean shifts on his feet. Bullshit and he knows it. A real detective would drag my ass to whatever police station they have in a town like this and interrogate the hell out of me. At least until my lawyer busts me out and my bribes make their way to the appropriate people. But now, with the woman he loves frightened and her Dad putting himself on the line, his loyalty is torn.

  "Really Junior? You'll vouch for him? Even under oath?"

  Her father’s broad shoulders roll back. Not sure if he's defending me or himself. "Absolutely."

  “Okay, then.” Sean nods, slow and hesitant, but retreats to the porch. “I’ll be back if more substantial information presents itself.”

  Like the bastard I am, I grasp Molly's hand. One more dig before he goes that she's mine. "You do that."

  Sean lets my remark slide without comment. Too good and virtuous and decent to engage in a show down. Too respectful to battle in front of her or her parents. We both know our places in this world. Shame for him that corruption always wins out.

  Except for this angel, who curls her sweet body against me after her parents return to the kitchen. Worry and confusion coiling her tight grip around my waist as her head rests on my chest.

  "That was so weird. I can't believe they thought you could've been involved."

  Fear that only she can generate pounds in my chest. The tightrope of confidence swaying from the terror of how fucking fast my world will implode if she ever discovers the truth. "Doesn't matter. You're safe from that bastard, and that's all I care about."

  She cups my face and presses a chaste kiss on my cheek with her parents only a few feet away. "I love you."