Desired: Loving An Alpha Male

by S. K. Lessly

  I frowned. “What hasn’t she said? Damn, that bitch runs her mouth.”

  Angel shrugged. “Not really. She told Lucy and Lucy told me.”

  I grunted and warmed up my food.

  Georgia. I never thought I would see her again, much less last night. I had just come back from taking care of business for my uncle overseas which took weeks. I traveled all over Italy and didn’t get a chance to enjoy the sights or the women. So when I got back, I needed to get into something. Lucy, Angel’s “sometimes,” hooked me up with Eleanor weeks ago, but I just never called. She seemed too hungry, you know? Like she wanted to be with a bad boy so bad she’d do anything; one of those users.

  When I called her last night, she practically jumped through the phone; she was so fucking eager. So I took her to dinner… Pleasant enough. Then we went to the club I’d just opened up and hung out there. I introduced her to some people, and she loved it. It was like she was made for this life. So having all the drinks I could get in me, I took her out to the dance floor for a little foreplay. What I didn’t expect, as I was feeling her body, was to see the very woman that had been haunting my dreams ever since I left Cabo.

  She looked sexy as shit in that dress, but when I traveled to her eyes, that’s what made me move toward her.

  I don’t chase women. I just fucking don’t, but I found myself following Georgia as she practically sprinted out of the club, and then almost got hit.

  “So are you going to look her up? Give her a call?” Angel asked me and I shook my head.

  “If she wanted to talk to me, she would’ve. I don’t have time to be chasing her.”

  Angel grunted. “Uh huh. Whatever… Did you at least seal the deal with Eleanor?”

  I finished my plate, cleaned it and placed it in the dishwasher. “What did Lucy tell you?”

  “She said you stayed the night with her all night long.”

  “Then you know I didn’t ‘seal’ anything,” I told him and walked out of the room.

  I headed for the office of my uncle, checking in before I left for the night, and I heard my cousin talking to his father.

  “Pops, we need to act now. If we don’t, we’re going to seem weak.”

  I told you I hated Eddie, right? Well, I’m not exaggerating. If I could, I would gut shoot him and watch him painfully die; that’s how much I fucking hate him. He’s a hothead who’s always so quick to react to someone or something, and the reaction is always violent. And guess who has to always clean up his mess when he fucks up? And believe me, he fucks up often.

  “Son, you need to calm down first and think about what would happen if we do something now. Things are too hot for them. If we get involved, it’s going to put attention on us; unwanted attention.”

  “I know, Pop, but this is a steal. They are heavy hitters down south. If we can supply to them what they need, that solidifies us in the south market.”

  My uncle nodded just as I walked into the room. Eddie looked over at me and frowned.

  Yeah, the feeling is mutual. He hates me too.

  “I’m having a family discussion with my father. You ain’t family,” he scuffed.

  I ignored him and looked at my uncle. Eddie wasn’t worth a pot to piss in. He was one of those goons that used his power for everything, to get respect, and most of all to get women. He was shorter than both Angel and me. No matter how much he tried to work out to bulk up, the muscle mass gods looked past him all the time.

  So instead he took Jujitsu lessons all his life. I will say he was a bad motherfucker, but I’d beat the shit out of him any day of any week.

  “Uncle, I’m heading out for the night. Do you need anything else before I go?”

  My uncle was as tall as Angel and me and built solid just like us. I guess Eddie took after his mother’s side of the family. Uncle Bruno was feared among Philly for the power his father and father’s father had throughout this city for decades. The name Leonetti was synonymous with loyalty, fuck that up and you’re gone… and not just you… It could be your entire family right along with you. Back then, this family didn’t play.

  My uncle was into gambling, guns, and the lending business, if you get my meaning. My uncle, with my help, had invested in a few legitimate businesses as well. We’d invested in a lot of lucrative markets overseas that was bringing us millions, as well as the illegal stuff.

  We still got our hands dirty from time to time, but it had been a long time since someone tried to take what we had. You have no idea how at home I felt with this family. Ever since the incident with the CIA, my Uncle and this family welcomed me. I’m not saying the shit was easy, but I’m fucking glad I’m among like minds, minus Eddie, of course.

  “Sit down, Lincoln.” Uncle Bruno grabbed a Cuban from his personal stash and handed me one. He and I were the only ones in the family that smoked cigars. Angel; it just wasn’t his thing, but, Eddie, he fucking hated that I had that bond with his father. He tried to smoke one and threw up for days… Fucking pussy.

  I took the cigar, clipped it and lit it. Angel came into the office right at that moment and sat down too. Angel and Eddie were about three years apart; Eddie being the oldest. Angel was nothing like his brother. He was more like his father. Angel went to college and actually got his Master’s degree in business and international finance. He was also just as ruthless and callous as I am. If my uncle lost his life that day, it wouldn’t be Eddie that would take over; it would be Angel. Guess who would be his right-hand man?

  “What’s going on, Pops?” Angel asked.

  Uncle Bruno took a few puffs and let the smoke slowly escape his nose before he spoke. I leaned back and enjoyed a fantastic fucking cigar.

  “Your brother has connected with a cartel in Miami that wants a shipment of my guns delivered within the next few months. It’s a rather large shipment that we would probably have to bring in.”

  Angel nodded. “Okay, we’ve dealt with the Russians the same way in New York. You don’t think we can swing it?”

  “I know we can. The problem is this family has some unwanted attention after them.”

  “The Feds?” I asked.

  “That hasn’t been communicated; just some internal turmoil that’s plaguing them.”

  Eddie rolled his eyes and leaned closer to his father’s desk from his chair. “Pops, it’s not like that really. I mean, yes, they have some internal shit, but what family doesn’t.” He looked over at me. I smirked as Eddie continued, “All I’m saying is, let’s set up a meeting. They are willing to pay a lot of money, and I think we can capitalize on this deal and be set for life. They will pay big dollar, and they have connections in South America too. I know you’ve wanted to get connects down there. This is our shot.”

  I watched Eddie adamantly talk to his father and something seemed off about everything. He knew his father wouldn’t be pushed to do anything he didn’t feel comfortable doing. But Eddie was trying to do just that.

  I took another pull and blew the smoke toward Eddie to get him to shut the fuck up. He started waving at the smoke as I said, “Uncle, do you want me to look into it for you? See what’s really going on, see how volatile the situation is?”

  Uncle Bruno took a few puffs of his own cigar, then studied me for a minute before he nodded. “Yes. Find out what’s going on and report back to me. Sooner rather than later, eh nephew?”

  I nodded. “Understood. Who am I looking at?”

  I looked over at Eddie, who, by the way, was fuming with rage.

  He said to his father, “We don’t need him to do anything for this family. He’s not even a Leonetti, for fuck sake.”

  My uncle, ever the calm, cool and collected one, just looked at his son. Nothing ruffled the man. He was like steel. He had the patience of a hawk. Me; I barely had enough patience to deal with life.

  Uncle Bruno stood, walked around the desk and said simply, “Give Lincoln the information that he needs.” Then he walked out of the room.

  When he closed the door
, Eddie’s eyes fell on me. “Don’t fuck this up for me, Lincoln. So help me God, you will regret it.”

  “Stop being a bitch. If the shit is legit, there will be nothing to fuck up.” I leaned forward in my chair and blew more smoke in his direction, being an asshole, of course. I said to him, “Before I start digging, is there something you want to tell me?”

  Eddie coughed and stood. “Go fuck yourself!” Then he walked out of the room.

  I smiled to myself and leaned back in my chair.

  “You know you’re playing with fire, right?” Angel asked me.

  “How so?”

  “My brother thinks you’re taking his spot in the family. He already knows he will never be number one; over my dead fucking body. But he won’t let you be number two.”

  “I wish he would make a move.”

  Angel stood and moved over to me. He sat on the desk in front of me. “What do you have against Eddie?”

  “I don’t have anything against him. He is the one with the problem. From the first day I came here, he’s been in my shit. Throwing who my mother is, his fucking aunt, in my face. Throwing who my father is in my face. But one thing is, and best believe this on your left nut, when the fucker comes at me at any point, his life is forfeited.”

  Angel studied me closely. I didn’t trust Eddie. Both my Uncle and Angel knew this. He was a loose cannon, someone who screamed for power and money, but wouldn’t make the right decisions to survive. He was a fucking idiot, and I knew one day he was going to bring this family down.

  Loyalty is what this family was founded on, and it was what I believed in. Fuck that up, and it’s game fucking over.

  Angel stood, “Yeah, for his sake, I hope he doesn’t test you. See you tomorrow.”

  ****

  I kept myself busy for a few days, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Georgia. What the fuck was she doing in my city? Why did she run away from me?

  I could answer that last question on my own; Eleanor.

  Back in Cabo, I figured Georgia was starting to catch feelings, but I figured we both subconsciously agreed her seeing me outside of the island was a bad idea. But seeing her hurt like that, I felt compelled to find her and tell her what she saw was nothing. But finding her wasn’t going to be easy.

  I called in a few favors and checked every hotel in the area and surrounding cities. I got nothing.

  Maybe she’s staying with someone. That girl she was with the other day maybe.

  I searched for Sayers in the area just for kicks, and a few came back that I could check out. But before I did that, I thought about something she told me the last night we were together. I asked my contact to search for Chloe McDaniels. He came back with a hit for the Hyatt downtown, not too far from my apartment.

  I drove there hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. I parked at the curb and climbed out of my black on black Charger that I called “monster” and walked toward the hotel. I saw a truck pull up to the front door. A tall, well-dressed Black man got out and walked around to the passenger door. He looked familiar to me, but my mind suddenly went to shit when I saw Georgia walk out of the doors of the hotel and right to this man.

  What the fuck?

  It was my turn to stand in that spot fucking stunned. I wasn’t prepared for the fucking worst.

  She was stunning in an all-black dress that hugged the curves that I can’t seem to take my mind off of. The man looked over at me, and he stood there staring. Just before Georgia got in the truck, she turned as well.

  Our eyes met, and I willed her to do the same thing I had done. It didn’t matter to me that I was dancing with Eleanor, the moment I saw her, I went to her instantly. But she didn’t move from her spot. She frowned at me and got completely inside the car.

  It took me a minute to gather myself. I didn’t realize how pissed I was until I unclenched my fists and saw my hands were red. The thought of someone else touching her was driving me mad. I had half a mind to follow the truck, pull her out of the vehicle and to make her talk to me.

  I moved to the car with the intention of doing just that when my cell rang. I saw it was Angel, and I answered.

  “What?!” I barked loudly into the phone as I watched Georgia be driven away.

  My cousin chuckled, which fucking pissed me off.

  “I take it you didn’t find her?”

  Again I don’t know why I talk to this son of a bitch.

  I walked back towards my ride, regretting everything I’d told him. “What the fuck do you want?”

  “I see you didn’t which may be a good thing for me… We have a problem. Do you think you can get to the warehouse off of I-495 in Delaware?”

  “What’s going on?”

  I heard Angel start up his Mustang through the phone, “A little territory dispute.”

  I grinned. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

  Chapter 12

  Georgia

  I wanted to cry.

  This had to be the fourth time I’d emptied my stomach through my esophagus and throat, and it wasn’t even twelve o’clock yet. Hell, I wasn’t even eating anything. I was drinking water and still that wouldn’t stay down. I felt run down and tired all the time. I’d been waiting for the flu, cold or allergies to hit me for a few days now and nothing. Just tiredness and I couldn’t keep anything down.

  I crawled back into the bed and pulled the covers over my face. I didn’t want to leave that spot, but I needed to grade papers and get my lesson posted online before the end of the day.

  I didn’t know what was going on with my body. I assumed it was torturing me for ignoring Drake the other day, but I couldn’t help it. I was still hurt from seeing him plastered all over that woman. I knew I shouldn’t have been. I could have easily given him my number in Cabo, but I didn’t. So I shouldn’t have been mad at him for doing what any full-blooded fine ass male, such as himself, would do.

  But a part of me wished to God that Drake had held out for me. I wish he thought of nothing but me. I kept dreaming that the moment I saw him again it would be amazing. I felt like a fool. And it’s my own damn fault.

  Seeing the look on his face when I left him there, I can’t forget it and wonder if that’s the reason why I’m sick all the time now. I swear, the moment I started throwing up was the same night I saw him outside of my hotel.

  I turned over, and I swear the room started spinning like crazy. “Oh no. Not again.”

  “Hey, Georgia. Are you feeling any better?”

  I lifted the covers from my eyes and saw Dara and Deidra walk in. Deidra held some tray with something I could only imagine was food.

  Oh… no… Is that…?

  I raced from the bed and got to the toilet just in time to throw up absolutely nothing. This blows… literally.

  As I came back out Deidra looked at me and said the words that almost made me pass out. “Do you think you may be pregnant?”

  I blurted, “Um, excuse me? What?”

  “It’s not uncommon, you know? Have you had sex with anyone in the last few weeks?” she asked me.

  I started to shake my head, but instantly got dizzy, so I opted for words, “No, I’ve not been with anyone but you guys. No, this is just some stupid bug.”

  Dara and Deidra looked at each other again, then Dara spoke up, “Why don’t we just rule it out and take this test?”

  I didn’t want to argue. I wanted them out of my room and for them to take that God awful chicken noodle soup with them.

  “Fine go and get one, and I…”

  Deidra stood. “I have one right here.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on my bed trying to figure out what the hell happened.

  I can’t be pregnant… I just can’t be. There’s no way… Immaculate conception? I think not. My name isn’t Mary.

  Deidra called her OBGYN and scheduled me an appointment for the next day. I couldn’t speak. I just nodded trying to get myself together. I was pregnant with Gavin’s baby… This can’t be happ
ening.

  Deidra left, but Dara stayed with me. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked.

  I nodded. “I’m going to lay down for a little while longer,” I told her as I crawled back in the bed. I’d been avoiding Gavin for so long that the thought of seeing him again, of talking to him again, was making me feel worse than I already did. I had no clue what to do.

  The next morning, Deidra had to get me up, or I would have missed the appointment. Both she and Dara came with me, and Deidra held my hand as the doctor splattered some goo on my stomach. She said, “Since your periods are irregular, Georgia, and you can’t pinpoint when your last period was, let’s see if we can tell using the machine. I don’t want to have to make you uncomfortable for any reason.”

  “Yes, I’m uncomfortable as it is right now, and you haven’t touched me. Will you be doing some type of um… vaginal exam?”

  Dr. Platt just smiled. “No, dear, not yet. Let’s see how far along you are using this machine. If not, then, yes, we will have to use a different method.”

  We all watched as she maneuvered the device on my stomach and stopped when she saw a tiny picture, then smiled. “That’s your baby.”

  I couldn’t breathe. “That little blip on the screen is my baby?”

  “Yes it is. And let’s see… Do you want to hear the heartbeat?”

  All I could do was nod, and the next sound that came through was a heartbeat so fast I looked at the doctor alarmed. “Is it supposed to sound like that?”

  Deidra laughed and smiled. “Yes, girl.”

  “Now let’s get some measurements and we can determine roughly how far along you are.”

  As Dr. Platt did her thing, I looked at my sisters. Everything in my life was happening so fast. I found out I had a whole family that I knew nothing about. I gained so much in a few months that finding out I was pregnant made everything so much better.

  “Okay, my dear,” the doctor said as she started wiping off my stomach. “I’m going to give you a tentative date of March, roughly the second or third week. When we get a more thorough examination of the baby, we can confirm the due date.”