Dating A Mob Boss (The Dating Series Book 2)

by Love, B. T.

  “What was the kid’s name?”

  “Robbie. Robbie Petini. I’ll never forget him: tall and gangly, looked like your typical greasy jack-off, just like his dad. He was runnin’ drugs in another part of town and stayed far away from our family. Even so, I couldn’t stand to know that his dad was responsible for taking away mine. So one day I saw him talking with someone in my neighborhood and I just flipped out.”

  “Why?”

  “Because that was my territory and he didn’t belong there.”

  “So what did you do?”

  “Well, there’s this guy who works under me named John. Back then he was new to the gang and was really working hard to impress me so I knew he would do anything I asked of him. We got in the back of my car and had someone drive us out to the house I saw Robbie at last. We waited and waited until he came out and walked off down the street. I pointed to him and simply told John, ‘Take care of him’. The next day he was found in an alley with his throat slit.”

  “Wow,” I breathed with astonishment; it was just like a scene out of an old mafia movie. “So John killed him?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did he ever get caught?”

  “No. In fact, he still works for me regularly. You’ve seen him.”

  “I have?”

  “Yeah, he’s one of the guys who goes to the restaurant with me on Sundays. He has a mustache.”

  “You mean the nice one?”

  “That’s him.”

  I shuttered at the thought of being so close to a murderer without realizing it. “I don’t know what to say.”

  His hand found my hair once again. “I want you to know that I’ve always regretted saying those words to him that day. I was just a kid and I didn’t realize how much power I really had. I haven’t put a hit out on anyone since then. But because I did just that one time people are afraid of me.”

  “But I’m sure other families who are still involved in drug trafficking do the same kinds of things. They can’t all be afraid of you.”

  “Well, a lot of the fear comes just from being a Falco in general. I mean, my grandfather did some bad stuff back in the day. But I don’t think you realize just how involved I am in this business. A lot of fear from people comes from that. I’m a big dog; nobody messes with the big dogs.”

  I raised up and scooted forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “I believe that you are a good person. We all make mistakes that we regret.”

  “But I still do things you won’t like.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well, if someone crosses me they’ll get some sense knocked into them.”

  I was ashamed. Not ashamed that I was with someone so feared, but ashamed that with every word that he spoke I got even more turned on. I was laying naked on top of this muscular gorgeous man who with just a few words could order me killed if he so wished it. But I wasn’t afraid, because I knew he drew a hard line between his personal life and his business life. Did I have proof that he wouldn’t hurt me? Yes. Because every time he looked at me his eyes promised to keep me safe.

  I kissed him deeply, my hips instinctively grinding slowly against his. He was the one with all the strength and power but that was about to change. It was my turn to show him just how powerful I was.

  * * *

  “I knew something sexy was going on in here!” Sophie said excitedly as she cut into the blue fabric for my couch.

  “You heard that?”

  “Believe me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s sex. I can pick up on those sounds in the middle of a demolition zone.”

  I blushed and looked down at the fabric spread out in front of me. “It was amazing. He was so strong and, I don’t know, assertive. But he was gentle too . . .”

  “Sounds like the perfect lover,” she smiled.

  “Yeah, I believe you’re right on that one.” Someone knocked on the door, the loud pounding making me jump. “I wonder who that could be.”

  “You expecting company?”

  “Nope.” I got up and went over to the door, peering through the peep hole. It was Mikey. “Hold on a sec,” I said as I unlocked and opened it. “What did you do this time to piss Trent off?” I joked.

  He pointed down at a small steam cleaner that was sitting on the floor next to him. “Apparently I’m in charge of bringing ya anything ya ever want from here on out.”

  “All because of those comments from so long ago, huh?”

  “Yeah I guess so.” He leaned over and picked it up. “He also told me to carry it inside and to not leave it in your hallway. He knows me too well.”

  I chuckled and stepped aside. “You can set it over there by the couch.”

  He came in and put it down where I asked. “What are ya gonna do with this thing anyway?”

  “Steam clean this smelly couch.”

  “Why don’t ya just let Trent buy ya a new one?”

  “Because I don’t need a new couch, thank you very much. Besides, mine’s going to be awesome after I’m done with it. And unique.”

  “Yeah, unique’s one word you can use to describe it.”

  I crossed my arms and smiled; I was growing fond of Mikey. He was just a kid with a lot to learn. Maybe he was going to be the next Trent years down the road. You never know. “Well thank you for bringing the steamer,” I told him honestly. “And I won’t tell Trent you think my couch is ugly.”

  He took his hand out of his slacks and pointed his finger at me. “Hey, I never said that.” His face lightened with a smile. “I’ll see ya next time, huh?”

  “Next time,” I smiled back.

  He nodded at Sophie and then left, closing the door carefully behind him.

  Sophie arched an eyebrow. “He sure is cute.”

  Nine

  We walked up to Trent’s grandpa’s gigantic house. The entire place was lit up with fancy outdoor lights that glowed against the blackness of the freezing night.

  “You ready?” Trent asked as he took my hand in his.

  “I guess so.”

  “You nervous?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t worry, he won’t kill you.”

  “Ha-ha. Don’t be too sure.”

  “Oh, come on. You’re my girlfriend; he wouldn’t dare touch a single hair on your pretty little head. Or have anyone else do it for that matter.”

  “Well that’s nice to know.”

  He rang the doorbell, which instantly set off what sounded like a pair of large dogs. After a few minutes I could hear a man yelling at them to stop. Moments later the door opened, revealing an average-sized man with gray slicked-back hair. “Well hello there!” he happily welcomed us. “I’m Ken. You must be the Amber my grandson won’t shut up about.”

  I shook his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you. Trent’s told me a lot about you.”

  “Ah, I’m gonna have to kill ya now I guess,” he joked.

  I laughed nervously. “I, uh, guess I’ll start running then,” I joked back.

  “The dog’s will get ya,” he added with laughter.

  “Oh my god, gramps, get off it already,” Trent cut in.

  Ken patted me heavily on the shoulder. “This lovely lady knows I’m jokin’. Now come in and get drunk with me.” I eyed Trent with a wary smile and followed his grandpa inside. Standing in the entryway were two large Doberman Pincers. “Don’t worry about those two,” he said while casually pointing at them. “I told them to stay.”

  The dogs sniffed me as I passed them into the main part of the house. The room was stunning. He had to of hired a professional decorator because it was magnificently adorned in velvet furniture and golden accents. Marbled statues dotted the room along with tall palms that gave off a tropical feel.

  “Your house is gorgeous,” I said with admiration.

  “Thank you. I like the finer things in life.”

  “I can tell. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “Hey, what about my house?” Trent hassled me with a smile.
r />   I squeezed his hand in mine. “I love your house. It’s just as nice.”

  “What a good liar she is,” his grandpa teased. “We can use her for something lucrative.”

  “No business tonight gramps. This evening’s about dinner and polite conversation, got it?”

  Ken shrugged, giving up. “Whatever this hotshot says goes.” He sat down on a long velvet couch and patted the open space next to him. “Come. Sit.”

  I nervously obeyed his request and sat down beside him. “Thank you.”

  “Mi casa es su casa.” He leaned forward and opened a wooden box on the coffee table, pulling out a cigar. “Do ya mind?” he asked me personally.

  “Oh, no, not at all.”

  He looked up at Trent who was still standing, his hands casually buried in the pockets of his slacks. “Ya want one, kid?”

  “You know I only smoke when I do business.”

  “This is business; I’m meetin’ someone ya care about. And sit down, will ya? You’re makin’ me nervous standin’ up like that.”

  Trent sat down on the couch across from us and leaned forward to take a cigar from the box. After lighting it up he leaned back and crossed his ankle over his knee, relaxing back against the couch with one arm over the back of it. I almost drooled at the amount of sexiness he was emitting at that moment.

  Ken sat back and puffed on his cigar. “I love a good cigar. What about you Amber?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Ya like cigars?”

  I swallowed hard. “Uh, no, not particularly.”

  “No? And why is that?”

  “Because they’re bad for your health, I guess.”

  “So are soda and french fries, am I right?” He elbowed me in a friendly manner, but I still stiffened from his touch.

  “Well it’s a good thing I don’t drink soda or eat french fries then.”

  Trent smiled as he blew out a stream of smoke.

  “We’ve got ourselves a little comedian here, huh?” Ken said, looking back and forth between the both of us. “Now tell me, this cigar in my hand right here, the only reason ya don’t like it is because it’s bad for your health? I mean, smell this wonderful smoke that it produces. It’s heavenly.”

  “I don’t like the way they smell either, actually. When Trent smokes them in the restaurant my hair soaks it up and I stink until I can wash it.”

  “Then you must be a visual gal. In fact I know you’re a visual gal.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Ya may not like the idea of a cigar but ya sure do like the look of a man smokin’ one.”

  “And how can you be sure of that?” I asked cheerfully.

  “Because it ain’t hard to see the way you’ve been lookin’ at my grandson since he lit that sucker up.”

  I looked over at Trent and smiled. “Who, Trent? I look at him that way all the time.”

  “It’s true,” Trent agreed. “The woman can’t stop looking at me.”

  “The Falco men have good jeans,” Ken added.

  “But believe me Gramps, I look at her the same way.”

  “I don’t doubt that; she’s a beauty.” Ken winked at me before setting his cigar down inside of a crystal ashtray. “So, how are ya handlin’ my son’s lifestyle? Is it pretty rough on ya?”

  “Come on, let’s not get into that,” Trent interrupted. “This night is supposed to be fun.”

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind answering that.” I looked to Ken who was patiently waiting for my reply. “Trent and I have been exclusively dating for a couple of months now and I can honestly say that his lifestyle still scares me. But at the same time I’ve never felt safer in my life.”

  He nodded, seeming to agree with my logic. “And why don’t ya tell me why that is?”

  “Which part?”

  “How about all of it?”

  “Okay, well, his lifestyle scares me because I know he’s involved in some dangerous activities.”

  “Yeah, he enlightened me on that. Ya know a little more about our business than I like.”

  My posture stiffened. “Yes, I guess I do. It doesn’t matter to me though.”

  “Of course it doesn’t; you’re not the one who’ll go down if we get found out.”

  “Gramps,” Trent warned him.

  “No, he’s absolutely right,” I said. “But you have to understand that I don’t want to see anything bad happen to Trent. So I would never take part in anything that would lead to him getting caught for something.”

  “And what if ya two breakup, huh? What then?”

  I looked down at my hands that I was subconsciously squeezing together. “If that were to happen, why would you think I would still want to see him get hurt? I respect Trent, whether I’m with him or not.”

  The answer satisfied him for the moment. “And why is it that ya feel safe with such a dangerous man in your midst? Or shall I say, dangerous men . . .”

  “Honestly? Well, he’s been infatuated with me since he first laid eyes on me.”

  Trent chuckled. “That’s very true.”

  “He doesn’t have any desire to hurt me at all. Even if I didn’t stay with him.” I looked back over at Trent and could tell that last sentence stung a little. “But I don’t plan on leaving him any time soon,” I added with a smile. His eyes glimmered a little more than the seconds before.

  Ken leaned forward. “I raised a good man right there. He knows how to treat a woman.”

  “Don’t I know it,” I agreed with a smile. “But to be completely honest, I don’t feel safe sitting here with you at all.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes. I’ve never been more afraid to sit next to an old man more in my life than right now.”

  He looked at me with a straight face, his eyes darting around while some thought played around in his head. After a second or two a smile finally warmed it. “Listen, sweetheart, ya don’t have to be afraid of me. But I tell ya what, you’re right to be afraid ‘cause I’m a very scary man. I mean business.”

  “I respect a good business man.”

  He chuckled and patted my naked knee. “I like ya, sweetheart. You’ve got the balls of a man but the looks of an angel. Trent did a good job of pickin’ ya.”

  * * *

  Ken walked us to the door. “Well Amber, thank ya for joining us this evening. You’re a spectacular specimen of a woman.”

  I chuckled at his odd choice of words as he kissed my hand. “It was great meeting you. I understand now why Trent speaks so highly of you.”

  He patted his grandson heavily on the back. “Make sure this young lady gets home safe.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that, Gramps.”

  “Yeah, I’ve heard about the eyes ya have on her.”

  Trent stiffened. “Alright we’re outta here. I’ll call you tomorrow about the plans for Stevie.”

  “Okay then. Have a pleasant evening you two.”

  “Goodnight,” we replied in unison.

  We walked hand in hand back to the car. Trent stayed quiet as he opened my door. After getting in the driver’s seat he started the engine and turned on the radio, which was something he rarely did when we drove together. We always talked so much that there was never a need for music. Not tonight, though.

  I glanced over and noticed he was leaning against the door with his hand to his mouth, his other hand gripped tightly on the top of the steering wheel. “Is something wrong?” I asked.

  He kept his eyes on the road. “No, not at all.”

  I looked ahead at the road and then back to him again. “What did your grandpa mean?”

  “About what?”

  “Well, he said something about you having eyes on me or something . . .”

  He moved his hand from his mouth to his head. “I don’t know,” he said while running his fingers through his hair. “He’s, he talks a lot of bull. You’ll get used to it.”

  I crossed my arms. “You’re lying.”

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p; His hand went back to his mouth and his eyes stayed on the road. “Why do you say that?”

  “Well for one I know you are because you weren’t surprised when I called you out just now. So tell me Trent, are you spying on me?”

  He finally looked away from the road to look at me. “No. No, I’m not.”

  “What are you, some kind of jealous control freak who has his men spy on me to tell you my every move?”

  “What? No!”

  “Then tell me what the hell is going on!”

  He looked back at the road and sighed. “I sent someone to watch out for you at your apartment. He’s kind of acting as a silent bodyguard. You were never supposed to know about him.”

  I was pissed. “Are you kidding me?”

  “I had to do it. You live in a terrible neighborhood, and you refuse to move in with me.”

  “So that gives you the right to spy on me?”

  “I’m not spying on you!”

  “How is that not spying?”

  “Because he doesn’t report back to me what he sees you do. He just watches out to make sure no one bothers you. You knew this would happen when you decided to be with me.”

  “I never knew it would be so, so intrusive. It’s like I’m not allowed to have any privacy.” I looked out the window at the passing houses; I knew we were getting close to my apartment just by seeing the advancing dilapidation of the old brick buildings.

  Trent’s warm hand found my knee. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t freakin’ touch me,” I said, jerking my leg away.

  “Oh, so it’s going to be like that, huh?”

  “What do you mean?” I huffed, snapping my head over at him. “You were the one who caused this argument, not me. You were the one spying, not me.”

  “For the last goddamn time, I wasn’t spying. Mikey never told me anything you did on a day to day basis.”

  “Mikey?” I shouted in disbelief.

  He sighed, realizing he had just dug himself an even bigger hole. “Yes, Mikey.”