Double Dirty Mafia Masters: An MFM Menage Romance

by Olivia Harp

  “We keep going like this and I’m gonna have a heart attack,” Crow said with a laugh.

  ” I mean it!” she said slapping his arm, “besides, it affects your productivity.”

  “Speaking of that,” Lucian said, “how does a girl with all your knowledge ends up in that shitho—”

  “Oh my God. It’s not a shithole!”

  “Your room wasn’t. But the building was about to fall down,” Crow said.

  “It looked bad, didn’t it?”

  “A little,” Lucian said.

  “Yeah, a little,” she repeated.

  She fell quiet for a moment, then sighed.

  “I came here from Des Moines, four years ago. I did fairly okay back there, working in the accounting department of an insurance company. Got bored and came here. Turns out the Big Apple was a bit harder on me than I thought.”

  “You’ve been working at the shoe store for four years?” Lucian asked.

  “No, my first 2 years I spent waiting tables and other jobs like that. Turns out the longer you’ve been out of an office job, the harder it is to get one. I did some freelance work online but you know, those don’t really pay the bills.”

  “Why didn’t you go back to Des Moines?” asked Crow.

  She shrugged.

  “I’m stubborn, I guess.”

  “Really?” Lucian said, “I didn’t notice.”

  “Very funny.”

  “Just kidding, honey.”

  “Anyway, I really like the city, I might have been strapped for cash but I enjoy just walking around, seeing the people, the architecture—”

  “Getting in trouble, too.”

  Crow looked at her sideways.

  “I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’m just saying… There are bad people here.”

  “Like you?”

  She smiled. It was a joke, of course, but she noticed how he looked at Lucian in the rearview mirror. Lucian didn’t say anything, just stared outside.

  “We’re bad people, Lexie,” Crow finally said.

  She turned to him, “I know, you run casinos and—”

  “I mean it. People fear us.”

  She quieted down.

  He told her how he and Lucian met. How they grew up together helping his father run the business.

  “There are people around that didn’t like what we were doing,” Crow continued, “so we dealt with them.”

  She turned to Crow.

  “You dealt with them?”

  They stopped at a red light. Crow put his hand on her knee and looked straight into her eyes.

  “I want to be honest. We want to be honest. Completely open with you.”

  “But you killed people?”

  “Self-defense,” Lucian interrupted, “they killed our father, so we had to strike hard and fast. Haven’t had problems after that.”

  Crow felt his heart thumping in his chest. The memory of the man who took him in after his mother passed away, and raised him as his son. The way he died, like a dog on the street, ambushed by low-lives. Fuck.

  He had never told the story to anyone. People in the organization knew just enough to keep their mouths shut and do what they had to do.

  Telling someone about it was, in a sense, liberating and dangerous. She knew everything about them. This made them vulnerable.

  “They reopened the case a few months back, that’s why Crow had to leave for France. He managed some of the operations in Jersey. He came back and had nowhere to live, so of course, my house is always open.”

  “You’re good people,” she muttered.

  Lucian began to shake his head but she interrupted him.

  “You saved me. Those assholes were going to kill me or worse. You put your lives at risk for someone else without a second thought, because it was the right thing to do. If someone hurts my family, you better believe I’m taking them down.”

  Crow smiled, “you’re starting to scare me, Lexie Young.”

  “I’m serious. If someone comes after any of you, they better be ready.”

  “No one’s after us,” Lucian said, “so the world is safe from your retaliation.”

  “Thank God,” Crow said.

  “Shut up,” she laughed, “Anyway, as long as you don’t hurt an innocent, I can’t say I care. Not about people who try to hurt you.”

  She put her hand on Crow’s leg. His heart thudded even harder now. This was a big problem.

  He had never fallen in love before, but he was sure it felt like this.

  CHAPTER 31

  LUCIAN

  The rest of the Sunday transpired quietly. They had lunch at the poolside on top of their building. Some people relaxed there, the sound of children running around having fun was something he didn’t know he missed from the old days.

  “We should go back to the old house,” he said, his chopsticks held fast on the Kung-Pao chicken he ordered.

  Crow kept on eating, without replying.

  “What house?” Lexie asked.

  “We moved outside the city when we were teenagers.”

  “It’s a mess, unoccupied since Father died.”

  “What about your mom?” she blurted out, the last word came almost as a whisper, but she couldn’t stop herself.

  “Never met her,” Lucian said.

  “I’m sorry, I—”

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past.”

  She nodded, blushed with embarrassment.

  “And you?” Crow asked, “what about your parents?”

  She smiled, “haven’t visited them in a while, but they’re fine, back in Iowa.”

  “You get along with them?”

  “Crow,” Lucian said, “you can’t just ask shit like that.”

  “Hey!” Lexie said, elbowing him, pointing at the children near them, “watch your mouth.”

  Crow laughed, “you see, Lucian? I’m not the only one who’s socially stunted.”

  “They didn’t hear me!”

  “They can hear everything,” she said, “don’t underestimate them.”

  “She’s right, man,” Crow, “remember how we were?”

  Lucian thought about that, he had to admit it, she was right.

  “Well…”

  “You’re both terrible,” she said, smirking, “but don’t worry, I’m not much better.”

  “Damn,” said Lucian, “I was going to say Crow definitely needed some help.”

  Crow pointed his chopsticks at him, “don’t make me go over there and quiet you down.”

  “You can try, homie, see how you do,” Lucian answered.

  Lexie laughed, “stop it you dorks.”

  “Just kidding,” said Crow.

  Lucian could not stop smiling.

  “What a great day,” he said, looking around.

  Crow kept on eating, nodding but not really paying attention.

  This felt good. It had been a long time since something felt like this… like the future was bright. Like the past wasn’t as dark. It reminded him of his younger days. It kind of felt like—

  God damn.

  His stomach churned. A shiver ran down his spine, the hair in his body bristled as he tried to shake the feeling away.

  It feels like family.

  CHAPTER 32

  LEXIE

  Lexie was stuffed. After lunch, they spent another hour up there in the roof garden, just chilling out on the shade, watching children play, sipping a lemonade. They enjoyed their well-deserved rest after having so much food.

  “It’s still early,” Crow said.

  “You have an idea?” Lucian replied.

  “We can walk around, get a mocha frappe or something.”

  “A mocha frappe? You’re going soft, man.”

  Crow raised his head, he looked bigger and meaner than ever.

  “Get off my back, man. You’re the one who ordered a strawberry lemonade.”

  “Damn, you got me. But yeah, it’s a good idea, what do you say Lexie?”

  Looking at
them taking jabs at each other like that was a bit new. They looked so at ease with each other. The first day she saw them they were much more uptight about things, way less talkative, at least. Maybe they needed a day off to unwind.

  “Sure, I’m in. I feel like walking.”

  ***

  She didn’t order anything, Lucian just grabbed a bottle of water. Crow, on the other hand, ordered a skinny hazelnut caramel macchiato, big, double chocolate chips, no whip”

  When he noticed Lucian and Lexie’s shocked faces he just shrugged, “I don’t usually order it skinny, I’m trying to lose some weight.”

  She couldn’t even reply to that. Where would she start? Besides, he already looked like a freaking super hero, and he said he was dieting?

  They gave him his drink and he gave it a sip, his face lit up with a smile.

  “Damn,” he said, “as good as always.”

  “Let’s walk,” he said, his drink big enough to feed a small African nation.

  They left the coffee shop and started walking down 5th Avenue. She’d been there a few times, admiring the clothes, always amazed by how expensive they were. Like, who buys those things?

  Today, she was enjoying being around regular people, just like herself. Talking about nothing in particular with her men—

  My men? Are you seriously thinking about them like that, Lex?

  How could she not? They weren’t her employers.

  I mean, they are, But their relationship wasn’t based on that. They were friends at first, and now they were… more than that.

  All three of them. More than just friends. I think.

  Central park loomed cheerfully on the other side of the street. Dozens of people around her just jogged, walked, took pictures, cycled, walked their pets.

  This was the beauty of New York, you could find anything and everything, if you knew where to look.

  She wasn’t looking for anything and found herself in the middle of this.

  In the middle of them, too.

  She giggled.

  “What’s on your mind,” asked Lucian.

  She bit her lip, “nothing.”

  He looked at her, not really believing it, but let it go. She could tell in his eyes that he had more or less an accurate idea of what was going around her head.

  “Whoa,” said Crow, still sipping from his drink, “Clarkson is having a sale?”

  “They always have those in July,” replied Lucian.

  They said it casually, then stopped, turned to her and smiled.

  “Have you ever gone there?” asked Lucian.

  Clarkson was the biggest fashion store in Upper East Side, Manhattan.

  “Just once,” Lexie replied, “didn’t buy anything of course, but it was fun to look around.”

  “That’s it,” Crow said, “we’re going.”

  “No, Crow! Let’s just keep walking.”

  “You’re going to be with us for a month.”

  “And I brought clothes.”

  “Not nearly enough,” Lucian interrupted, “besides, you’re working for us now, you need work clothes.”

  “That’s cheating!” she pouted, “my clothes are perfectly okay—”

  “Maybe for a shoe store,” replied Crow, “but you wouldn’t work on Wall Street with regular, casual clothing right?”

  “Good thing I’m not working on Wall Street, mister smartass…”

  “You know what I mean.”

  She knew.

  “Come one, Lexie,” Lucian said with a wink, “it’s on the house. Besides, it’s a sale! We don’t want to overspend, right?”

  She tried to resist but they insisted again and again.

  “Fine!” She said, keep spoiling me and I’ll become one of those bored women who don’t do anything.

  “I’m not worried,” said Lucian, “I don’t think you have it in you.”

  “Have what in me?”

  “You can’t just slack around doing nothing. You like to keep busy.”

  Shit. They know me better than I thought.

  “Come on,” finished Lucian, taking her hand and leading her to the huge revolving door.

  ***

  They spoiled her worse than she thought. Skirts, dresses, shirts, tees, underwear, shoes. They wanted her to try everything, and each time she did, she put a good girl face and asked if she looked good on it.

  Truth was she liked the attention. Obviously. But she was worried they thought she needed all of this. She was just happy hanging around with them.

  After that store, they went to the next one, Sasha, then Blooms, then another and another.

  The boys seemed to like spending more than she did. Then she thought about it.

  Money had been so tight lately that she refused to spend on anything that she didn’t urgently need.

  And she understood the value of money. Not that the boys didn’t, but spending four hundred dollars on an (admittedly awesome) skirt made her feel guilty.

  They paid as if they were paying for another cup of coffee. As if money was nothing to them.

  They went back home, just to leave the dozens of bags they were carrying, only to go to the multiplex and watch a movie.

  They bought soda, popcorn, hot-dogs… it was as if they were trying to win a contest on who ate the biggest amount of junk food. She was sure she gained more weight in a few days than all four years she’d been living in the city.

  I’ll start dieting tomorrow.

  She looked at Crow. Men. She hated how they could eat so much and look so good at the same time. Super unfair.

  She chose the movie, “I’ll choose the next one,” Lucian said, Crow shrugged, he didn’t mind being the last one to pick.

  We have two movie dates left, she thought happily.

  They were stuffed after the movie, walked around the multiplex to the streets outside, and in the evening they decided to go back home. It felt like a day of work, Lexie was positive they walked at least ten miles, ‘cause it sure feels like it.

  She wore flats but still, her feet hurt.

  Getting home felt as comforting as she was hoping for. She took her clothes off and went straight into the big bathroom.

  “I need to take a shower,” she said.

  “Me too,” they said at the same time, looking at each other, chuckling.

  Their smiles disappeared from their faces when they realized—

  “My feet hurt like crazy,” she said.

  “Go take a shower,” Crow said, “I’ll give you a massage after.”

  “You and me both,” his friend said.

  ***

  Lexie put a towel on her head and got out of the restroom. Lucian lay on his bed, tapping on his cell phone, wearing only a pair of light blue boxer briefs.

  Crow sat on the living room, listening to music, his dark, tight undies the only thing he wore.

  It was already past ten. Both guys looked absolutely tired. Long day.

  Crow turned to her, “ready for that massage?”

  She must have been really good in her past life to deserve something like this.

  CHAPTER 33

  CROW

  He was tired. Dead tired. Or so he thought.

  He was dozing off a few minutes ago, but looking at her wearing that red pajamas instantly woke him up.

  “We can leave it for another day if you want,” she replied.

  He wasn’t gonna let this opportunity pass.

  “No way,” he said.

  She smiled and he got up, going after her into Lucian’s room. She saw his eyes grow hungry the second he saw her.

  “Oh God, what a long day,” Lexie said, sitting cross-legged in the middle of Lucian’s bed.

  He sat in front of her, and extended, a grin adorning his face. The smile on her face was the best payment he could ever receive.

  She extended her leg and put her foot in front of him. Lucian crawled to his side and grabbed his other one.

  They learned to do this a long time ago. Their cousin W
allace owned a massage parlor, about ten years ago; he said a foot massage was a sure way to get into a woman’s heart… and sheets.

  He chuckled, remembering. It’s been a while since they talked to Crazy Wally. He needed to thank him.

  “Oh gosh that feels so good,” she said with a moan.

  Fuck.

  He was turned on the moment he saw her. He tried to focus on her, on relieving her pain, but touching her skin was making him wild. He had to keep it together.

  “Right there,” she said, “right there.”

  Who was she speaking to?

  He wouldn’t spoil the moment by asking.

  He briefly looked at Lucian, he was hypnotized by her, just like he was a moment ago.

  This girl.

  She smelled like vanilla or coconut or something so delicate and pure that he didn’t ever want to let her go.

  He crossed his legs, put her feet over them and carried on, trying to think of something else.

  She turned to him, then to Lucian. The way her breasts moved freely beneath that pajama. It was too much. He lowered his head and continued his massage up her lower leg, pressing on her shin and then the muscles on her calf.

  “Oh, God,” she said, her voice trailing off.

  Lucian moved to the side, away from him, not releasing her foot, and that’s when he saw it.

  The loose pajama had a wet spot between her legs. His boner went steel hard. Holy shit.

  She put her arms behind her head, her breathing the only thing breaking the silence.

  A minute ago he was ready to go to sleep. Now he was ready to be up all night with her.

  I guess that crazy bastard was right. Massages do work.

  He kissed her toes, then softly went up kissing her foot and ankles. Goosebumps broke out on her skin.

  Lucian pressed her calf, then grazed the length of her leg with his fingers. She quietly shivered, responding to him.

  She was as turned on as they were. He wanted this woman to be his forever.

  She moaned quietly as his fingers went up, massaging her leg.

  Lucian fingers were doing the same. Four hands on her torso, touching her delicate skin, the buttons on her pajama ready to be ripped away. But they didn’t do that.

  They wouldn’t waste a perfectly good pajama like that. He wanted to take her every night she wore it.