Dating A Mob Boss (The Dating Series Book 2)

by Love, B. T.

  “Why him? He doesn’t even like me! How on earth do you think he’ll protect me?”

  “Oh you know he likes you.”

  I looked back out of my window. “So what’s the daily run down? I would like to know just how my privacy has been broken.”

  “He just watches out to make sure no one hurts you, or, tries to break in or something.”

  “But they don’t because everyone knows I’m with you. Isn’t that enough protection?”

  “Yeah, but I wanted a little more. Your best friends are cocaine addicts and prostitutes for heaven’s sake.”

  “Don’t bring them into this. They’re good people. And one even works for you, you . . .”

  “You what?” he demanded.

  “Nothing.”

  “No, go ahead. Tell me what you think of me.”

  “Oh you don’t want to know the words that are running through my mind right now.”

  We pulled up in front of my apartment building and sat quietly while the heater silently blew against my feet. “Are you warm enough?” he asked gently.

  “Yeah, my anger is warming me up quite nicely, thank you very much.”

  “Has your apartment been warm enough for you at night?” he asked, ignoring me. “We’re going into winter and I want you to be warm.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Are you lying?”

  “I’m not the one who’s doing the lying, Trent.”

  “That hurts.”

  I looked over at him. “How do you think I feel? You knew when we got together that one contingency was that we were honest with each other. I mean, that’s why you decided to tell me about your business dealings. And now you go and do this.”

  He let out a sigh of frustration and then took my hand in his. “Look into my eyes.”

  “I am,” I puffed.

  “No, I mean really look into my eyes. What do you see as I’m looking at you right now?”

  “I don’t know, worry that I’m going to leave you for this?”

  “I hope you’re not gonna leave me. But no, try again.”

  I gave in and tried harder to let go of my anger and look into his eyes. “I don’t know. You just look really serious right now.”

  “I am. Because I seriously love you.”

  The words were like music to my ears. “You do?”

  “Come on, you should know that by now. I am completely head over heels in love with you, Amber. And I have to make sure that I’m not responsible for something bad happening to you.”

  My expression softened. “I love you, too. But what you’re doing—not telling me that you’re having me watched—that can’t happen anymore. That’s dishonest in my book and I can’t fall into the trap of dishonesty again.”

  He nodded and brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently. “I’m sorry. I just worry about you living here. I mean, look at it.”

  We both looked over at my dilapidated building. “I know. But look at the inside now. After these last couple of months and a lot of your help I finally have it how I want it.” His heavy sigh made me look over at him. “What is it?”

  He paused for a moment and kissed my hand again before lowering it down between us. “I still want to keep Mikey on watch if that’s okay. Please, just let me do that for you.”

  “That’s fine, Trent. I understand why you’re doing it and it makes me feel better to know I have eyes on me, to be honest. Just be honest about it next time.”

  “I will. But, can I ask you to promise me something?”

  “What?”

  “Promise me that if somethin’ happens where I feel you’re in danger or I feel I can’t protect you anymore, that you will move into my house. Please, just please promise me that.”

  I drew in a slow breath and pondered what he was asking of me. “Okay,” I finally agreed. “If there’s ever a time where you feel I’m in that much danger then I’ll move in with you.”

  My agreement pleased him. “Good, baby. Thank you.”

  * * *

  Trent came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I want to take you somewhere.”

  “Where?”

  “Some property I own.” He nuzzled into my neck and placed a kiss against my skin. “I want to teach you how to shoot a gun.”

  “A gun?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.

  “Yeah. You need to learn how to protect yourself.”

  I spun around and put my arms around his neck. “But I thought that’s what your job is, isn’t it?”

  “Of course it is. But, we’ve been together for a while and I feel like it’s time you learn some new skills. I mean, you’re a mob woman now. It’s time you start actin’ like one.”

  I nodded hesitantly. “Okay. If that’s what you wish.”

  “You’ve always been good at making my wishes come true.”

  * * *

  Trent turned onto a dirt path and drove a few miles before stopping next to an open field that was dotted by a few sparse trees. It was far from the city and it took us a while to get out there, but it was worth the drive because it was really a beautiful piece of property.

  He put the car in park and turned off the rumbling engine. “Here it is.”

  “You own all this?”

  “Yep.” He got out and came around to my side to open my door. “I love this land.”

  “I can see why.” I got out and followed him to the trunk.

  “Are you excited to shoot a gun?”

  “Nervous, but yeah.”

  “Ah don’t worry. Once you shoot it once you’ll love it.” He popped the trunk and pushed it all the way up, revealing an array of the intimidating weaponry.

  “Wow,” I remarked, admiring the different types. “How many do you have?”

  “Here? Maybe fifteen or so. But I have much more in a safe at the club.”

  “That’s crazy.”

  He chuckled and crossed his arms in front of him. “Which one stands out to you the most?”

  I scanned over each one. I had no idea what they were called or how any of them worked, but they were completely mesmerizing. “That one’s pretty cool,” I said, pointing to a larger one.

  “That’s a double-barreled shotgun. You wanna try it?”

  “Mm, no. It’s a little big.”

  “I’ve seen you handle big things.”

  I chuckled and shook my head at his antics before pointing to another. “That’s too big too but it’s cool looking.”

  “That’s an assault rifle.”

  My attention went to the smaller ones. “Ooh that one’s pretty cool.”

  “That’s an Uzi. You want to try that one?”

  “Maybe. This one right here looks more my style though. I think I’ll start off with that.”

  He reached in and picked it up. “So you’re a Glock girl, huh?”

  “Apparently. Tommy guns are my favorite, though.”

  “I have one you’ll like back at the club.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. It was my grandfather’s back in the day.” He smiled and closed the trunk. “Let’s go over here.” He took my hand in his and we walked into the field. “Now, the first thing I want to teach you is how to load it. This is the clip," he said as he released it from its chamber. "This is where you load the bullets. Once they're in you push it up like this." With a swift motion he slid the clip back into the gun. "So now it’s ready to go."

  “Okay,” I nodded. “Looks easy enough. Is there some kind of safety switch I need to turn off or something?”

  “Not on the outside. There’s an internal safety that’s built into the trigger. When you squeeze the trigger it disengages it.” He handed it over to me and I took it carefully, acting as if it were a live grenade.

  “It’s heavy.”

  “Yeah it has a little weight to it.” He pointed to a large tree in the not-too-far distance. “See that tree over there? That’s gonna be your target.”

  “Really?
You think I can hit that?”

  “You can do anything your heart desires.”

  I jokingly rolled my eyes. “Yeah, with practice.”

  He smiled and stood behind me. “Okay, so I want you to hold it out in front of you with one hand.”

  “With one hand?”

  “Go ahead.”

  I obeyed his order and held it out, aiming at my target. “Like this?”

  “Yep. Now I want you to put your other hand here,” he said, reaching around me and pointing at the top back of the pistol. “So now you’re going to charge it. It’s already loaded as you saw, so now you’re going to charge a round into the chamber. So you’re gonna pull this part back, let it go, and let is slam home.”

  I wiggled with excitement. “Ooh, I’m kinda nervous!”

  “Just do it; it’ll be fine.”

  I placed my other hand on the top of the gun, pulled it back, and then released it. “Like that?”

  “Yep. Perfect. Okay so now I want you to put your other hand on it, and I want you to have a really high and firm grip with your thumbs facing forward.” He brought his arms around me and cupped his hands over mine, molding them into the correct position. “Now bend your knees a little and slightly bend forward toward your target.”

  I listened to his instructions as best as I could, only to feel him pushing gently against the back of me to put me into the correct position. “We should go shooting more often,” I flirted.

  “Yeah, well, believe me I’m gonna make love to you in this field when we’re done.”

  “Oh really?” I smiled seductively over my shoulder at him. “You like the way I look with a gun in my hand, huh?”

  “Hell yeah. You look badass; it’s a huge turn on.” He nodded straight ahead. “Let’s get back to business. Lock your arms.”

  “Wait, shouldn’t I be wearing some kind of shooting earmuffs or something to protect my ears?”

  “Do you really think you’ll be wearing earmuffs when you go to shoot somebody who’s attacking you?”

  “Well I’m not planning on ever shooting someone.”

  “Yeah well you’ll change your mind when someone has a gun in your face.”

  My focus dwindled and I looked back at him. “Do you think that’ll happen?”

  “Nah, no one’ll mess with my woman. Look back at your target.”

  I shook off the nagging worry in the back of my mind and zeroed in on the tree. “Okay.”

  “Now, do you see the white dot on the front of the gun?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s your front sight post; you’ll position it in the middle of your target. It should line up with your rear sight post on the back here.”

  “Okay, I think I’ve got it in line.”

  “You think or you know?”

  “I know.”

  “Good. So next it’s time to pull the trigger.” He took the comfort of his warm hands away from mine and stepped off to my side.

  “Oh. Can’t you still keep your hands on mine for my first time?”

  “Nope. You need to learn to have confidence. You won’t gain any if I help you too much. So look at your target, keep your arms straight, make sure your front sight post is on your target and is lined up with the rear sight post, and pull the trigger.”

  I gave him an unsure nod and did everything he said before taking in a slow breath, preparing myself for the loud blast that was about to happen. Then I pulled the trigger. The gun exploded in my hands, kicking back harsher than I thought it would. “Oh my gosh! I did it!”

  “You did! How did it feel?”

  “Oh man. Powerful. Exhilarating.”

  “You’re instantly hooked, huh?”

  “Absolutely.” I looked over at the tree. “I missed, though.”

  “That’s okay. Try again, but this time use just the tip of your finger.”

  “Okay.” I readied myself again, took a deep breath, and . . .

  “You’ve got to charge it.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s right.” I cocked back the end of the gun and loaded another bullet into the chamber.

  “Atta girl.”

  Taking yet another breath, I concentrated on my target and pulled the trigger. To my delight I hit the very edge of the tree. “I hit it!”

  “I saw! See, you’re already gettin’ better.”

  “I know!”

  “Go ahead and take a couple more shots.”

  “With pleasure.” I shot off a few more rounds, missing once but hitting it twice. “Amazing.” I looked over at Trent. “You any good at shooting?”

  He crossed his arms, giving me a confident smile. “I do alright.”

  “Well why don’t you show me then?”

  He nodded and came over, taking the gun from my hand. “What would you like me to shoot?”

  I looked out into the field, spotting a skinny tree off in the distance. “How about that little thing over there? Think you can do it?”

  He scoffed and pulled me against him with one arm. “That scrawny little thing over there?” he asked while lifting the gun with his other arm and pointing at it.

  “That’s the one.”

  He pulled me tighter against him while leaning down and nuzzling into my neck. I smiled as his tongue grazed my skin, causing tiny goosebumps to form all over my body. And then he pulled the trigger. I jumped from the unanticipated blast and watched in awe as pieces of the bark popped off the tree in the distance.

  “How was that?” he asked before placing another kiss on my neck.

  “Oh . . . my . . . god! Trent! You weren’t even looking!”

  “I told you I was good.”

  “You said you were alright. What you did was completely insane!”

  “I want to make love to you right now,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Oh really?” I smiled while putting my arms around his neck. “Hit that tree without looking again and I’ll take you down to the ground right now.”

  “No problem,” he said before kissing me deeply. I could feel his arm raise and a second later he fired at the tree once again. In the distance I could hear the bullet hit the wood just as it did before.

  I pulled on his neck and brought him down to the dead grass below our feet. He looked up and tossed the gun away from us before smiling and diving back into our kiss.

  “You’re amazing,” I said between hurried breaths. “So sexy.”

  “You should see what I’m looking at.”

  I pushed him back and rolled him over, climbing on top of him. “I’ll never shoot a gun like you.”

  “Don’t worry, you’re good at making other things shoot.”

  “Trent! You’re so dirty . . .”

  “You like it dirty,” he said, pulling me down and uniting our lips.

  I kissed into him, feeling completely overtaken by the moment. This man, this glorious man, as tough and dangerous as he was was mine, and he showed me nothing but gentleness and love. He was good at everything he did, everything. I was being drawn into his lifestyle by the second, becoming used to the daily habits and inner workings of a mob boss. At the beginning I feared him. But after being subjected to the rawness of his soul and being on the good side of him I no longer was afraid. This man whispered in my ear that he loved me when we made love. This man protected me from the scumbags of the earth. This man was my soulmate. This man was the love of my life.

  Ten

  The restaurant was slow. It was a Wednesday and it seemed like no one wanted to go outside into the cold to get a nice bite to eat. It was a shame too, because one of the chefs had made a delicious potato and leek soup that was to die for.

  Natalie was gone as well. Her dad overworked her and I think he finally realized it. He gave her the week off to enjoy some much needed time with her husband and kids. The only downside to that was that I didn’t have the nice chit chats we had every day. The other waitresses were great but they weren’t anything like Natalie.

  And of course there was Manny. Yea
h right. Like I would talk to him. A couple of months back when he made that comment about me I made it my priority to ignore him, speaking only to him about work-related issues. I know it bugged him because I could still spot him watching me out of the corner of my eye.

  A customer came through the front door and was greeted by our hostess. After she sat him at a table I went over to see if I could get him a drink. Of course he wanted something from the bar, so I had to go visit Manny and keep up the task of remaining professional with him.

  “Fuzzy Navel,” I said quickly as I stopped at the edge of the counter.

  “Seriously? That guy wants a Fuzzy Navel?”

  “That’s what he said.”

  He smiled, his face morphing into one I used to know, one that wasn’t awkward for me to look at back in the day. “Coming right up,” he said. He went to work making the drink, taking a couple of opportunities to look over at me in the process. “Hey,” he finally spoke up, “I wanted to apologize for a long time ago, those things I said. It wasn’t right.”

  His apology surprised me. “Oh, that’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not. I just really liked you, to be honest. I still like you.”

  Now it was getting uncomfortable. “Thank you for the apology, Manny. But as you know I’m with Trent now.”

  His face hardened. “Yeah, I know. Everyone in this city knows.” He sat the drink down in front of me, hard enough to make a thud without causing it to spill over the rim. “I hope you two are happy.”

  The way he said it was so odd. I couldn’t tell if he meant it honestly or if he meant it in more of a threatening manner. Either way I needed to get away from the wacko. I took the drink and spun around, taking it to my customer.

  As the night went on business picked up and I had to return to the bar multiple times. We stayed quiet when I had to see him for drinks, me being the only one talking and it being only to tell him the order.

  When my shift was over it was just getting dark outside. I hated winter for that reason, everything was so gloomy and creepy. I got a couple of cartons of potato leek soup to go for Clyde and Sophie, put them in my super oversized purse, and then headed out. When I stepped outside my gut told me to get a cab but I shrugged it off. After all, it was only a couple of blocks to my house, and people knew not to mess with me. I was Trent Falco’s woman. Anyone who would choose to bother me had a death wish.