Bend: A Dark Mafia Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Thank you,” I said again.

  She nodded. “Please, ask for help. And good luck if you decide you don’t want any.”

  I smiled. She turned and disappeared out the door.

  “What a strange place,” I said softy. “Right, little boy?”

  He smiled up at me.

  I looked down at the packet Sonya had brought up and felt something deep in my chest.

  It was relief.

  For the first time since Alex had been born, I felt like he was safe. We weren’t in immediate danger. Vince was going to protect me for the next three days at least, and then he would find out that he was definitely the father.

  Then, who knew what would happen. But at least I was safe for a little while and could finally catch my breath.

  Almost as if on cue, Alex started crying.

  The work of a mother is never over, I thought to myself.

  Chapter 8

  Vince

  I gave her a night to get settled.

  The mansion was a crazy place. It was easy to forget that it was a mafia compound and not a five-star resort. I spent the night in my own room on the grounds, drinking nice whisky, eating decent food, and otherwise trying to forget about the girl that was staying just down the hall.

  Of course I had them put her in a room near mine. I couldn’t resist myself. Kaley was still so damn sexy, her body was incredible, and the way she looked at me with this mixture of fear, hate, and desire drove me fucking wild. My cock was hard every second I was around her.

  But she was trouble, and that baby was a real problem. If I was a father, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do.

  More importantly, though, she was a Russian mob princess. Her being in our compound meant the Russians were going to be pissed, and it was only a matter of time before we heard them bitch and moan about it.

  Still, I couldn’t resist her. I even got one of the childcare ladies to help Kaley out with the brat just so I could steal her away and get one more taste of that perfect pussy.

  The next morning, I got up early and walked down the hall. I knocked on her door and waited.

  She answered a minute later and looked surprised to see me there. She was wearing this tight white T-shirt that was practically see-through and short cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. She looked fucking incredible.

  “Morning, princess,” I said.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “I want to talk to you.”

  She glared at me but stepped aside to let me in.

  “How’s the kid?” I asked.

  “In his crib in the room,” she said. “I finally got him to sleep.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You been up all night?”

  She shrugged. “Newborns don’t sleep.”

  I laughed. “Shit. Being a parent must suck.”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Ask yourself. You’re a father now.”

  “Yeah, so you say.” I walked over and sat down in one of her chairs. “Come, sit.”

  She stood next to a chair, arms crossed. “I don’t take orders well.”

  I grinned at her. “That’s fine with me. I think I can get you taking orders soon enough, though.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  I shrugged. “Just remembering our night together. You seemed to like it when I told you what to do.”

  She blushed. “Don’t bring that up.”

  “Why not? You sure as hell liked me back then. You liked my thick cock between your legs. You liked getting fucked by me.”

  “That was a long time ago.”

  “Not that long. You still think about it, I bet. Probably soaked right now just thinking about how I worked that perfect fucking pussy of yours.”

  “Is that all you came here for, to talk about that night?”

  I shook my head. “No. But that little outfit you’re wearing has my cock hard, so I can’t think of much else.”

  “Well why don’t you go deal with that yourself and come back later.”

  “How about you come over here and let me deal with it now.”

  She crossed her arms, annoyed. “What do you want, Vincent?”

  I sighed. “Fine. Down to business.” I put my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair. “I want to know how you can be of use to this family.”

  She stared at me for a second. “What do you mean?”

  “Listen, princess,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if that brat is my kid or not. Truth is, we need something from you if you plan on hanging around here under our protection.”

  “I don’t have anything to give you,” she said.

  “Maybe you don’t think so, but you’re Anatoli’s daughter. You know things, as much as you pretend like you don’t.”

  “I’m not going to betray my family.”

  I grinned at her. “Think of it as helping your new family. I am your daddy, now aren’t I?”

  She made a face. “You’re Alex’s father. And don’t be gross.”

  “Not being gross, princess. Just stating a fact.” I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, grinning at her. “Now, what can you do for me?”

  “Asshole. Protecting your son isn’t enough?”

  “I’m not sure he’s my son,” I said. “And I have to answer to other people.”

  “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  “Names. Addresses. Dates. Shit like that. You give us something, we’ll help you out.”

  I could see the anger rising on her face. That had finally pissed her off, pushed her over the edge.

  “Fuck you, dick,” she snapped. “I’m not betraying my family.”

  I sat back and shrugged. “Okay. Suit yourself.” I stood up.

  “That’s it? You’re just going to kick me out?”

  “No, not yet.” I moved closer to her, and she took a half step back. I could see the excitement on her face mingled in with the anger.

  “I want to keep you nice and close,” I said. “Very, very nice.” I stopped, inches away from her, and reached around to grab her ass nice and hard.

  She shoved me away and I laughed. My cock was so fucking hard.

  “Don’t touch me,” she said.

  “Don’t pretend like you’re not soaking wet right now,” I said, laughing. “You want to feel the way you felt that night again, don’t you? When was the last time you had some good cock between your legs?”

  “It’s none of your business,” she said, blushing.

  I could fucking tell she wanted me. I knew she wanted it badly, could practically smell it on her. I knew grabbing her ass was going too far, maybe pushing her a little hard, but I needed her to know who was in charge. She was so defiant and angry, and plus, I’d wanted to touch her. I wanted her to know that I wanted to fuck her sweet body again, even if she was pretending like she didn’t want it.

  So I had to push her, tease her. Maybe then we could both get what we wanted.

  Before I could say anything more, there was the sound of a crying baby. Kaley’s head snapped over to the baby monitor. “I have to check on him,” she said.

  “Go,” I replied. “I’ll be back later. Let the nanny take care of the brat then.”

  She glared at me but said nothing, just walked quickly out of the room and into her bedroom.

  I stared after her for a second. I wanted to follow her in there, tear her shorts off, fuck her nice and rough.

  But I wasn’t going to. I wanted her to beg for it first. I needed to get under her skin and find out the truth about her.

  I walked out of her room, smiling to myself.

  Chapter 9

  Kaley

  He was so frustrating.

  I’d never met a man who felt like he could just come up to me and grab my ass. Maybe that was because I had a reputation as the protected daughter of a scary Russian mobster, but still. Vince was totally unlike anyone I’d ever known.

  He’d made it clear what he wanted form me, and every d
irty word sent thrills through my soaked pussy. Even when he touched me, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I liked that he simply walked up to me and grabbed my ass while looking in my eyes. It drove me wild that he was pushing me that way, pressing my buttons, seeing what my limits were.

  That man was a total mystery to me. One second he was bringing me in under his protection and the next he was denying that Alex was even his son. It was so obvious that Vince was the father, and yet he insisted on the paternity test.

  That was fine. I had no problem with it. I understood his hesitation; we had used a condom, after all, but condoms sometimes break. Especially when you fuck as rough and dirty as Vince did.

  I sighed to myself, rocking Alexei, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called out.

  Sonya opened the door and smiled in at me. “How is everything?” she asked me.

  “We’re good,” I said. “He was a little fussy earlier.”

  She walked over and sat down beside me. “Fed him already?”

  I nodded. “And burped and changed him already.”

  She laughed. “Healthy little guy. And so good, too.”

  “He wasn’t good last night,” I mumbled. “Kept me up all night.”

  “Do you want a break? I can take him while you nap.”

  I bit my lip. “No. That’s okay.”

  She smiled at me. “Give in, dear. Not many single mommies get this sort of help in the beginning.”

  “I know,” I said. “It’s just, I don’t really know you. And this is all so strange and new.”

  She nodded. “I understand. Would it help if you got to know me a bit?”

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  She smiled, looking down at Alex. “Well, I’m fifty-five years old. My father was a Russian immigrant and my mother was a second-generation Polish woman. I grew up here in the city. My dad was a meatpacker and my mom worked as a seamstress.”

  “Classic immigrant story,” I said, laughing.

  She smiled. “It really was. I had a good childhood, got married when I was twenty-two, and had three kids.”

  “Where are they now?”

  “Well, two are off living in different cities. Jason, my oldest, is a cook in Los Angeles. Russ, my youngest, is a financial advisor in Philadelphia.”

  I laughed. “Wow. You must be proud. But you said you had three?”

  She nodded, still smiling, but there was a sadness in it. “I had a little girl, Missy. She died when she was just a baby.”

  “I’m so, so sorry.”

  “It’s okay. When Missy died, I went into the childcare industry full time. I’d been working part time, but I decided to dedicate myself to helping parents, because I didn’t want anyone to feel the way that I did.”

  “How did you end up here?”

  She laughed. “Working for mobsters? Well, I was taking care of Lucas, actually. I didn’t know who the Barones were back then, of course. But when they built this place, they asked me to come and work for them.” She smiled and shrugged. “They offered a lot of money. I couldn’t say no at the time, and here I am today.”

  “How did you end up taking care of Lucas?”

  “Word of mouth,” she said. “Clients recommended the Barones hire me, and the rest is history.”

  I nodded. I liked that she was a mother, and although I hated that she’d lost a child, it did make me like her a bit more. I couldn’t imagine the pain of losing a baby, and it was really amazing of her to dedicate her life to being around children.

  “Want to hold him?” I asked.

  “Of course,” she said, smiling.

  I handed Alex over and she rocked him slightly, cooing down at him.

  “Such a pretty boy,” she said softly in Russian.

  “Thank you,” I said to her in Russian.

  “It’s my pleasure,” she responded in Russian.

  I looked up as there was another knock at the door. Sonya smiled. “You’re popular today.”

  “I have a feeling I know who this is.” I stood up and walked over, opening the door.

  Vince grinned in at me. “Ready?” he asked.

  “For what?”

  “Your tour.”

  I looked in at Sonya and she smiled at me. “Go,” she said. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll be fine with him.”

  “What if something happens?” I asked her.

  “Nothing will happen.”

  “If it does? Can you call me?”

  “I’ll send the staff to get you immediately. But don’t worry.”

  I sighed and turned back to Vince. “Okay, you wore me down. Let’s go.”

  “Excellent. Sonya.” He smiled and nodded at her.

  “Have fun.”

  He turned and walked away, and I hurried to follow him, the door clicking shut behind us.

  I felt terrible leaving Alex like that. I hadn’t been away from him for more than a few minutes since he was born. Nobody had wanted to help raise him back home, and so it was left entirely up to me.

  I had never thought I’d be apart from him. It felt so strange to walk away, just leave him in the care of someone I barely knew. But I trusted Sonya, and I liked that she spoke to him in Russian even though I barely spoke the language.

  I was sure that the Barones chose her because she would put me at ease, and although that probably should have made me a little paranoid, somehow it didn’t bother me. Because I liked her and trusted her.

  Vince looked back at me. “Feel good?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Feel good to be away from your burden?”

  I sighed, shaking my head. “No, actually. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

  “Come on, you’ll like this. Try and relax, princess.”

  “Quit calling me that.”

  He laughed and looked at me again. There was something in his gaze, something I didn’t want to admit.

  It was pure lust.

  I looked quickly away, down at my feet.

  “Why don’t you like being called princess?” he asked. “That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

  “No, not at all. My father wasn’t the doting type.”

  “I know your father. He’s a hard man.”

  “You’ve heard of my father, but you don’t know him.”

  He laughed. “True. So, I’ve heard your father is a hard man. Must be, if he’s willing to tear your kid away.”

  I looked back at him. We walked through the main hall and out a back door, heading along a paved path. Ahead of us was a pool, and beyond that were stables and fields stretching far toward a wooded area.

  “Like I said, he’s stuck in the old world.”

  “Well,” Vince said, “there’s some of that here, too. But as you can see, we know how to take care of our people.”

  I laughed, looking around. “I have to admit, it is pretty nice.”

  “Pool there, stables over there. Plenty of fields and paths to walk around. Woods are all safe. There’s a stream and a pond back there, too.”

  “You go for long walks around the woods?”

  He grinned at me. “Yeah, you caught me. Never been back there before.”

  “And I bet you ride the horses all the time.”

  He stopped next to the pool and laughed. “Got me again. I don’t ride horses.”

  “What do you ride, then?”

  Instantly, I regretted that comment. That look in his eyes returned, pure desire. “I don’t ride anything, but you’ll ride my thick cock by the end of this.”

  I blushed, looking away. “I doubt that very much.”

  “Why are you so afraid of getting fucked by me?” he asked softly.

  “I’m not afraid. I’m just not interested.”

  “You’re interested, all right. I can see it on your face, the way you look at me. Say the word, princess, and I’ll have your back arching, my name on your lips, in one second flat.”

  “Is this why you brought me out here, to talk dirty to me?” I asked.
“Because it’s not working.”

  He laughed and sat down on a chair next to the pool. “No. I brought you out here because I’m trying to figure you out.”

  “There’s nothing to figure out.”

  “Sure there is. Why would a Russian mob girl come running to the Italians?”

  “Because you’re the father of my baby,” I said, exasperated.

  He leaned back and grinned at me. I couldn’t help but look at his delicious lips, his piercing eyes. He was wearing a slim button-down shirt and perfectly fitting jeans, almost like the stuff was made just for him.

  “You keep saying that. And even if it is true, I still don’t get it.”

  “I had nowhere else to run,” I said. “And I’m not losing my baby.”

  “Ah, there it is again,” he said, smiling. “That fire. God, it makes me so fucking hard.”

  “You think it’s sexy that I’d do anything for my son?”

  “I think that strength is sexy. Fuck, I think you are sexy, for so many reasons.”

  “What about you?” I asked him. “Why did you let me in if you don’t believe Alexei is your son?”

  “I can’t leave a damsel in distress.”

  “I’m not a damsel.”

  He laughed. “You are and you aren’t. You’re definitely not helpless.”

  “So why let me in?”

  He cocked his head. “You know why.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Come on, Kaley. Don’t pretend. Say it.”

  I bit my lip, taking a deep breath. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  But I did. I’d known it as soon as he had looked at me yesterday, and I could see it in every single glance. The way he looked at my body, the way he grinned at me, so cocky, so confident. The way he grabbed my ass and whispered dirty things in my ear.

  “Say it,” he commanded, more forcefully. I shook my head no, and he just kept staring at me. “Say it, Kaley. Say it out loud. Why do I want you to stay?”

  My heart was hammering in my chest, excitement running up through my pussy. I was dripping wet just from his look, which was driving me insane. I could barely think with that intense gaze.