by Beth Wynne
Ashen, his face dropped, “How do you know Karl?”
“Fuck, how do you know him too? He’s dating my sister.”
He shook his head ruefully, “He’s my dad.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and pool in my legs. What the hell had I done? Kane was Karl’s son? His dad was dating my sister – what did that make him, my nephew? “How could something that had been so fantastic be so very, very wrong?”
Kane
The room was silent until I heard the flush of the en suite toilet and Erin came back into the room. “Look, it’s ok. This was a beautiful, amazing, one-night thing.” I gestured for her to sit on the bed beside me, hoping that the colour would return to her face. Dad was one for the younger ladies, I’d always known that… maybe Erin’s sister was twenty years older than her?
“Yeah, you’re right. But what if they find out?”
“Who’s gonna tell them?” I asked. The last person I’d ever discuss my sex life was with my Dad. “It’s not like they’ve been together long, or we grew up together or anything.” I stretched, rubbing my hand over my chin – I couldn’t quite believe my own ears as I spoke. “Listen, I’m in town for a few more nights… maybe…”
“I knew the score from the start; you don’t have to let me down gently.” She smiled. “Besides, aren’t we kind of… family now?” she said with a queasy look on her face.
I thought about that. “Your sister is dating my dad, and from what my brother says, it’s only a very, very recent thing. No disrespect to Lauren, but dad’s a bit of a player and his dates move on kinda quickly – I know that’s creepy ‘cos it’s your sister, but he’s no settle-down kind of guy.” I put a reassuring hand on hers to stop her shying further away from me on the bed.
For the first time since we realised our families were connected, we both let out the breath it seemed we’d both been holding. She took one look at me and I watched as the realization hit her. “Teacher my ass, you’re mafia.”
“I don’t seem to remember that making a difference last night.” I wouldn’t be judged – especially about something as important to me as my job, something I was great at, something I was proud of.
Her cheeks flushed and she gritted her teeth. “It makes all the difference.”
Regret coursed through me. “So you’re too good to fuck a bad guy, then?” I spat. I lifted the gun that I kept under the corner of the mattress and pushed it into the back of my jeans. It was time to leave this hotel room without a trace. “Too good for a guy who earns more with one job than you would in a year?”
I took her silence to be some sort of female strop, but when I looked at her, her head hung on her shoulders and they bobbed as she shed silent tears. I left my packing but at a complete loss for words, I said the only thing I thought would help. “Sorry, that was a low blow – even for me.”
She turned her back to me further and a small voice replied. “It’s not the mafia bit that’s my issue – it’s how easily I wanted to believe your teaching story…” she turned to look me over, “As if you’re built any way like a teacher.” She reached for the tissue box on the bedside cabinet. “How come I’ve never heard Lauren mention you? She talks about Declan all the time. Please at least tell me he’s your younger brother.”
“Yeah, Declan’s the baby of the family,” I said, even though he was now twenty one. “My sister, Carla is the middle one. I’m the eldest. Your sister wouldn’t have met me. I’d be surprised if dad even mentioned me. I’m more…” I searched for a word that might explain what I did. “Freelance. I’m more of an independent contractor rather than a member of one particular mob.”
Keen eyes watched me and nodded slowly as she stroked her chin. “You’re either very dumb or very specialised then. If you were dumb you would have went to a bar last night and played up how connected you were. You didn’t.”
“I don’t need to.” She was smarter than I’d given her credit for – a bit too well educated in mob life than I would have suspected. “How do you know so much anyway?”
She became preoccupied with her hands, fidgeting with them before answering. “I work at Fitzy’s… I ah, hear stuff when I’m there.”
I knew exactly what went on in that bar. “You’d do well to forget anything you might hear in there – and you’d do even better not to repeat the fact you even listen.” I hoped the warning was clear in my voice, those fucks would kill her without a second thought. I unclenched my jaw, I didn’t like the thought of those guys being anywhere near her.
Even though it was supposed to be a one-night thing and in spite of the revelations, I didn’t want it to end like this. “Look, I really have to go, but I wanna meet you again – even just for a coffee?”
“Even when you know I work in Fitzy’s and about Lauren?” she had a point, but not one my cock was interested in.
“Well, yeah, babe. I wanna see you again.” Fuck you again.
A nervous smile crept up her face “I’m free tonight… that’s if Mae doesn’t have anything planned for us. She’s…” I could see Erin search for the right word, but also trying hard not to reveal too much.
“She hustles. I’ve met girls like her before.” I admitted and watched the relief and then fear pass over Erin’s eyes. “Babe, I really would love to spend some time with you again. Tonight, tomorrow night… whatever works for you.” Jesus, I was whipped already. I moved closer to her and she didn’t move away. I kissed her, hard. She’d be longing for more.
“How about dinner at Finlay’s tonight – say 8pm?” She beamed.
“I’ll be waiting… I’ve got a real hunger for dessert.”
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Jake
I stalked into my home gym and straight to my treadmill. I wanted to kill someone. I knew exactly who, too. I pictured myself wrapping my hands around his neck and squeezing until his vile little life left his body. Denver was a slippery cunt who would get what was coming to him – and I would be the one to happily provide the service.
I increased the speed on my treadmill in the vain hope that the punishment my legs were now taking would help to release the anger I still felt. The worst part about today had been seeing that smug look on the bastard’s face, he knows the agreement between McCauley’s and the .Kindred Sons was weakening and just wanted me to bite. We were bigger than them, with more power and more reach, but dad had let that power become lazy. Both gangs had worked together to push the triad threat out of the neighborhood, simply because our combined force and intel outweighed theirs. If our “peaceful” agreement ended, then right now, I doubted if either Family would survive. What I was certain of was that Chang was waiting for us to fight each other: it would not be my doing. Denver McCauley was pussy enough that he’d happily bow down to the Chinese and take whatever scraps they’d give him.
I was playing the long game: my quiet plans of bringing more talent into our ranks meant that once the Kindred Sons finally came into my control, we would be strong enough to not only annihilate the McCauley’s, but the triad too. This was my neighbourhood and everyone would know it.
I pressed the increase speed button again and the belt of my running machine screamed in protest as did the muscles in my thighs. I didn’t care. If I didn’t exhaust myself here I’d either end up punishing the next poor bastard who walked in front of me or finding where she lived and fucking her into next week. I
needed this; I had responsibilities to the Kindred Sons now, so doing the only thing I wanted would not be the answer. Besides, her face when she saw me today told me that she was not interested.
Bella. Fucking Bella. My hunch was right – it’s not her real name. The way her eyes widened in shock, the sharp intake of breath and the slight redness that came to those cheeks all only confirmed my suspicions. But how do I recognise her? We definitely haven’t slept together – I would have remembered that body beneath me, those sweet lips wrapped around my cock, those eyes watching me as I’d fill her.
I smiled in satisfaction as I remembered the shock on her face when she literally bumped into me today. I affected her… ok, maybe not in the way I wanted to, but it was a start.
The fear that replaced her shock destroyed me. I’m the underboss of the Kindred Sons for God’s sake and I had to I let him leave. I held back today because I can’t break the treaty. Regret smothered me. I should have offed that cunt. No treaty is worth the fear I saw today in her eyes. And what would she have thought of you if you had killed him, then? Yeah, that’s real boyfriend material, dickhead. I shook myself. I’d only cast eyes on her twice, what the hell has happened to me? I’m the guy that swore off women and I was worrying about what a woman who didn’t like me and that I didn’t want. She could already be with someone for all I knew, but that thought only seemed to enrage me more.
I hit the stop button on the machine as I put my weight on my arms and rested my feet on the sides of the treadmill. It wasn’t long until I hit the shower, still frustrated I needed to try another tack to ease this frustration.
I stood under the blistering hot water as it poured over my neck, shoulders, and back. Her face came back to me again, only this time, she was smiling, feigning shock at the dirty little things I was whispering in her ear, and pushing herself against me regardless. “You’d love my cock inside you, baby, I just know it.” I’d whisper to her, “Let me try.”
For some reason in my fantasy, we were back in the Post Room where I first laid eyes on her. I’d unbutton her white blouse and her perky tits would be busting out of a white lace bra. Reaching inside the bra I’d lift both of her tits out of the lace, hearing her moans as I’d nibble on the pink buds. Suddenly my fantasy shifted to the shower, her hair soaked and her wet blouse clinging to her. I’d make her step out of her skirt to see the rest of the lace underwear ensemble: stockings, suspenders, and white lace panties. An intoxicating mix of sweet and sexy.
I couldn’t help myself, so I reached down and started stroking my shaft, imagining her mouth accepting me at the same pace. In my mind’s eye, I was stroking her hair away from her face so I could watch her cheeks rise and fall with her efforts. She’d stand up and pull the white lace to one side, giving me a glimpse of the sweet heaven beneath. Her hand would reach around and her nails dig into my ass cheek as she’d pull me closer. “Fuck me, Jake. I need you inside me.”
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Thank You
A Note About The Author
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