Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

by Willow Winters

  I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. De Luca. Damn he is a pain in my ass. “That hasn’t been dealt with yet?” We have to be careful about how we talk. No names, nothing that could be used as evidence. Just in case.

  “Not yet, we have issues standing in the way and now this.” My fist slams on the wheel. It’s not hard to whack a guy. Really it’s not. The quicker the better. Which is why it was supposed to happen last night.

  “Why didn’t the call happen last night?” It’s hard to keep the anger out of my voice. I stay calm and indifferent on the outside. That’s how I am. That’s how I like it to be. Other than with this broad. She’s gotten under my skin.

  “We got tied up.” What the fuck could be more important than taking care of someone who’s trying to take care of us? I wanna ask him, but my temper is starting to get the best of me. I can’t let that get out of hand. I can’t slip on a phone call.

  “What do you need me to do, Vince?” I fucking hate this. I hate knowing someone is out there gunning for us and we’re just sitting ducks. My mind flashes with an image of Becca, on the ground, blood pooling around her pale, lifeless body. Even worse, her son. Fuck that. That can’t happen. I won’t let that happen.

  No. No, they didn’t see them. Right? There was plenty of time between when she left and that young prick coming into my office. But who the fuck knows how long they were waiting out there.

  Johnny looked at the footage, had to cross every “T’ and dot every “I.” He said there wasn’t anyone with him. His car was left in the lot. He dumped it of course. But still, an uneasiness creeps up on me.

  My body stills and freezes. I’m not risking it. I put the car in reverse. “I gotta go Vince.”

  “Just hang low.”

  “Got it.” I hit end and immediately dial Johnny.

  “Yo, boss.” He answers casually. Too fucking casual for my liking.

  “Did you watch my girl leave when you saw the footage?” I feel fucking stupid for not doing it myself. I grit my teeth as I come up to a red light and resist the urge to gun it. Stay low. Besides, I just left her. She’s fine.

  Fuck! What if they had a tail on me? I haven’t been paying attention since this fucker is supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be taken care of. Fucking Jack! My fist slams against the wheel as I stare at the longest fucking red light I’ve ever sat at.

  “Nah, boss. I di-”

  I cut him off, “do it. Make sure no one followed her. Do it now and get back to me when you’re done. I’m heading to her house now.” It’s gonna take another forty minutes to get back to her place. At least it gets dark pretty early in the fall. I’ll just scout it out, make sure she’s good, until Johnny gets back to me.

  There’s a short hesitation and I know he’s confused and wants to ask what’s going on, but he knows better than to ask. And realistically I have no clue what’s going on between us. But if they are hoping to get to us, those spineless rats will use any means necessary. Including our women. It wouldn’t be the first time a competitor targeted us that way. But I’m sure as fuck not going to let it happen to her.

  I pull up a few houses away, park and turn off my lights. I’m glad she lives in a nice neighborhood; my car doesn’t really stand out much here. There’s a car parked along the curb of her house, but I know she was expecting someone, so I don’t freak out. I stay calm. She’ll be fine. I’m just gonna make sure she’s alright. That’s all. I put my hand on the butt of my gun, just to make sure it’s where I like it and get out with my phone in my hand. I flick it to vibrate and I shut the door quietly. Right before I pocket my phone, it goes off.

  “Yeah?” I ask Johnny.

  “She’s good. There’s nothing on there.” His answer is quick and to the point, I like it.

  “Thanks.” I end the call and debate just getting back in my car and leaving. But I drove all the way back out here. I check the time on the phone. It’s nearly 8. I’ll go check to make sure she’s alright.

  I chuckle deep and low. That’s a fucking lie. I wanna see what my doll is up to.

  Becca

  I wish this bitch would just leave already. She doesn’t even want to be here. She’s digging for information. I can practically feel her claws. Her eyes keep looking all over the room, as if searching for some evidence of anything to bring back to her bitchy cabal.

  Her daughter, Ava, is freaking adorable, but she’s not the least bit interested in playing with Jax. Not that it really matters when they’re three. But seriously, just fucking go now. I watched Ava for an hour, fed them dinner, pizza since I didn’t have time for anything else and Cindy was just supposed to pick her up. Just scoop up your tyke and go.

  I’ve had one really fucked up long day today and yesterday. I need to crash. Or go to a freaking mental institution. I’m not sure which.

  Cindy’s hand reaches out and touches my arm, bringing my focus back to her. It’s fucking cold. I should start referring to her as the ice bitch.

  She looks at me with a tilted head and a sad frown, feigning actual sympathy. I should hate this woman. She was friends with the woman I caught Rick with. She knew! But then again, they all knew. Everyone but me. “How are you really, Becca?” She finally asks.

  How am I? I’m fucked. That’s what I am. I’m seriously fucked in the head. I hate Rick, yet I miss him. More than that I feel guilty about my dead husband or ex-husband. I don’t even know how to refer to him. I’m drowning in work. And I’m fucking a criminal, who knows where I live. I’m not fucking okay. Nothing feels okay. My perfect world has been torn apart, flipped around and is practically unrecognizable.

  But I’m not going to tell this bitch that. I don’t even tell Sarah that. I mean she knows. She figures shit out on her own. Like when she dropped the kids off. She knew something happened. I could see it on her face that she wanted to question, but she didn’t. I bet one of these days she’s just going to drive me to a fucking shrink. The thought isn’t as funny as I wish it would be. Rick wanted to take me to a shrink. He said I was unstable and therefore should not have custody of Jax. Fuck, am I unstable? No. I close my eyes and turn my head away. I’m handling all this shit as best as anyone possibly could. I’m doing my best. I really am. My hands cover my face. I have no idea if it’s good enough though.

  Cindy’s hand squeezes my thigh. “You can tell me; I’m here for you.”

  I give her a tight smile. “It’s really hard working through the grief and anger. But I know everything will be fine with some time.” I pat my hand on her knee, “Grief is a journey, I’m just moving through it.” It’s the truth. A partial truth. The slimmest fraction of the truth. But the truth none-the-less. I’m not going to open my heart for this woman. I’m not going to do it for anyone. Not anymore. Just as the bitter thought creeps up on me, Jax squeals and Ava starts crying.

  “Jax!” He’s got her baby’s blanket in his hands. I shake my head at him, “Sweetheart, give that back to Ava, please.” Calm tones, display behavior you want to be reciprocated. I nod my head and smile. Positive reinforcement. I think about all the books I read and it all fucking goes out the window as Jax grins at me and takes off.

  Little shit. I smile chasing him down the hall and scoop his butt up. He laughs the sweetest laugh; it’s the best sound in the world. I carry him back into the playroom, lifting his shirt and blowing raspberries on his stomach. I set him down and easily take the blanket away from him. Ava and Cindy are watching us. Poor little Ava has tears in her eyes still.

  “Jax say your sorry to Ava.” I grab his hand to keep him from running. I say a silent prayer that he just says sorry. I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to have to sit him on the naughty step and go through all that bull shit.

  “Sowry!” Cindy’s got her hands on her hips and her lips pursed. What the hell? Does she want me to crucify him?

  “Sweetheart,” I hand him the blanket. “Help Ava tuck in baby,” shit I forget what she was calling the doll. “What’s her name sweetie
.”

  “Missy Jane,” she pouts but she’s not sad any more, now it’s just for attention.

  I smile at her and walk them to Missy Jane. “Let’s put Missy Jane to bed.” I hand Ava the blanket and she tucks the one end under the doll while Jax puts his finger over his lips and shushes. “Good job you two! You make such a good team.”

  It feels like a workout, but at least they aren’t screaming at each other and pulling hair. Next year. I’ve heard of the terrible twos and the fucking fours. Not looking forward to that one. I put a hand on Jax’s back to keep him there.

  “Time to say bye to Ava.” I smile at the two of them and then Cindy who’s texting on her phone.

  I can’t help but to wonder what she would be thinking if I told her about him. About Dirty Dom. I don’t know what he wants from me, but my heart clenches at how I kicked him out. I think he came to use me, but ended up being used. My smile broadens, not that Cindy would notice since she’s still furiously texting.

  I wonder what she’d think about him and then I realize, I really don’t give a shit.

  Dom

  Looks like I got here just in time. Playdate’s leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren’t out numbered. Two women, two kids, it can’t be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She’s got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.

  At least my doll has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for. I just came to check on my doll and make a few things clear.

  She’s mine now.

  I guess that’s only one thing, but still. I need her to agree to that. And then I can play with Becca and see just how rough my doll likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I’m definitely getting in there tonight. Women don’t usually get to me, but this one has. I gotta fuck her out of my system, and she’s definitely down to fuck.

  I walk up the sidewalk to her house and stand next to a car pretending to look at my phone. I’ve never stalked a person before. That’s not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But, I’m feeling a little awkward at the moment. She kicked my ass out a few hours ago, she’s probably giving her son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don’t fucking know. I’m not going to knock.

  Fuck that.

  I grimace not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I’m flying by the seat of my pants for this broad. When she puts the kid to bed, that’s the time to pay her a visit. But I don’t know his bed time. I don’t know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around her house to figure out if she’s putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and her standing there with the little guy on her hip. Yeah, I’m gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what’s going on in there.

  Yeah I'm not into playing connect four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some pussy. She's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this broad out of my system.

  I walk to the backyard. No fence so that's easy. I slink around the corner of the house. Probably looking conspicuous as fuck. Can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark so I stay in the shadows.

  She's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken in hot tub, the cover is covered in leaves from the oak trees lining her property. They look like they've been there for a year.

  There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh.

  She seems cautious. Protective. I like that but she also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking.

  My chest rumbles with approval and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit she brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt. I fucking love it. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.

  The stairs to the deck are on the two sides - not smart. Anyone could sneak on up to her deck and get to the glass sliding doors to her kitchen easy. Someone like me. I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs. I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my doll, I just wanna see if the coast is clear.

  Her kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island. Her gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people easy. This woman is serious about her cooking. That reminds me about her restaurant. I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out. Too busy today at the office. I cringe remembering how a jerk off tried to convince me that he needed more time. What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.

  I take a few steps in front of the glass. I can see the living room from the kitchen and there are stairs on the right that lead to a down stairs.

  I can't hear or see either of them though. I look at the handle to the glass door and wonder if she'd leave it open. She better not. She seems too smart for that. I take a tug and sure enough it's locked.

  Good girl.

  I press my ear to the door but I can't hear a damn thing.

  I almost leave, but then I see her. I stand perfectly still. I can't even fucking breathe.

  What the fuck am I doing? It hits me this very second that I'm gonna look like a psychopath if she sees me. I push my grin down, afraid that even that will alert her to my presence. She’s making me fucking crazy. And I fucking love it. I never have to work this hard for anything.

  A broad smile appears on her face as she raises her hand and wags her finger. Her eyebrows raise and I can clearly read the word “bedtime” as she disappears from view.

  Fuck yeah it is. Time for me to take her to bed. As soon as she’s gone back to, I assume her son’s room, I sneak back around to the front and wait on the door step. I immediately send a text.

  I want you right now. – Dom 8:11

  I know I’m gonna need to wait a minute while she puts her son back to bed. I’m not a very patient man. I lean against the wall of her front porch and frown at the text. I shouldn’t have added Dom. She’s already got my number programed in her phone. I should know, since I put it in there. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck before crossing my arms. Any minute now. I look down waiting for the delivered text to be seen.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s got me all tied up over her. I shake my head feeling like a little bitch. This isn’t me. I don’t sneak out to women’s houses and second guess my text messages. Fuck, no! I send them a text and they come running to me. What is it about this broad that has me wrapped around her little finger? Just as I push off the wall and consider leaving, my phone beeps.

  I shouldn’t. I’m sorry. 8:15

  I stare at the text. That’s interesting. She doesn’t want her dirty little secret anymore? No, that’s not it. She wants me. I fucking know she wants me. Before I respond another text comes through.

  I really can’t. I’m sorry for earlier. 8:15

  Sorry for earlier? What the hell does that mean? For kicking my ass out the second she came on my dick? That better be what she meant. I think about how to tell her she’s going to be apologizing for that shit on her knees while she chokes on my cock, but she sends another.

  We just aren’t good for each other. 8:16

  I know it’s just sex to you, but I can’t do that. 8:17

  It’s just that I’ve just lost my husband. 8:17

  Well … you already know that. 8:17

  This broad really doesn’t care about excessive text messages. I run my hand down my face. What the hell am I doing?

  I don’t mean that as a bad thing – just too soon. 8:18

  I finally message her back before she can continue this one sided conversation.

  Stop over thinking it. I wanna fuck. Now
. 8:18

  She responds immediately:

  I’m sorry I can’t. 8:19

  I smirk at the phone. The fuck she can’t. She was pretty quiet earlier. We won’t wake up her son. I’ll just cover her mouth while she cums.

  Yes, you can. 8:20

  I didn’t come all this way not to get laid. And I want that ass. I decide to make it easy on her.

  I’m here. Come let me in. 8:21

  I’m not taking no for an answer. She’s obviously uptight, in her own little world. And I’m not the guy she usually dates. That’s fine. I don’t mind. She’s not my usual type either. But this is just sex. Hot sex. I palm my erection. I want. She wants it. She’s just got to get out of her own head.

  I grin at her as she opens the door. She must’ve changed after putting her son to bed. She’s wearing a robe now. Black cotton. Simple and ends at her knees. She’s clutching it to her chest as she opens the door for me to come in.

  “What are you doing here Dom?” I don’t like her tone.

  “I told you, I want you.”

  She bites her lip and closes the door as I stand in her living room. I take a good look at her. Her make up’s off and she looks tired as hell. Still fucking beautiful, even more so. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup, not that I remember, but without it her natural beauty shines through. Her hazel eyes are a little larger, her lips, pale and plump from scrubbing her lipstick off. Her cheeks are flushed, although that could be for a different reason.

  She swallows and runs her hand through her hair looking at the floor. She looks uncertain; she looks like she’s coming up with excuses. I’m not gonna let that happen. I’m not done with her. She walked into my office, into my life. I’m not letting her leave so easy. Not when I’ve only had a small taste.

  “Don’t say anything.” My voice interrupts her thoughts and her eyes spark with desire as she licks her lip. Her mouth parts, but my doll is obedient. She presses her lips together and nods.