by Hamel, B. B.
“This is what happens when you treat being married to a mobster like it’s some fucking game,” I said to her.
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Where is Franklin?”
“I said I don’t know.”
“Listen to me carefully, Camille,” I said softly, leaning in closer to her. “In a minute I’m going to ask Natalie to go upstairs, close her door, and put her head under a pillow.”
“You don’t scare me,” Camille said.
“After that,” I continued, “I’m going to take this knife”—I lifted up my shirt to show her my blade—“and I’m going to start hurting you until you tell me what I want to know.”
I could see the fear in Camille’s eyes. “You wouldn’t do that, not with my daughter around.”
I turned and looked at Natalie. Her face was passive, almost neutral. “Go upstairs, Nat.”
She nodded and left.
“Natalie!” Camille called out. “Wait. What are you doing?”
Natalie ignored her. I heard the door shut upstairs. I pulled the blade from the sheath at my hip and leaned in toward Camille.
“Just me and you now,” I said.
“I don’t know anything.”
“Why are you protecting him?” I asked.
“I love him,” she answered softly.
I laughed loudly. “Love? You don’t know anything about love.”
“And what do you think you know? You’re just some violent psychopath.”
I reached out and grabbed Camille by the hair. She shouted and tried to fight me, but I simply held her harder.
“I know what love is,” I said into her ear. “I’m willing to risk everything to save someone that I love. Unfortunately, you’re now standing in my way, and I will do what I have to do to make you talk.”
I held the knife up against her face.
“Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay.”
“Where is Franklin?”
“He said he has a place on Sawyer in Little Village.”
I tightened my grip. “What else?”
“I have his number. You can call him.”
“And?”
“I swear that’s it.”
I could hear the fear in her voice, and I believed her. I let her hair go and she quickly scrambled away from me. I slipped the knife back into my sheath.
“Thank you, Camille,” I said.
“You’re a monster,” she spat. “You’re a sick monster. You don’t love my daughter.”
“No, Camille,” I said, “you don’t.”
I walked away from her and headed upstairs. I opened the door to Natalie’s room and she looked up.
“Did you hurt her?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “Just scared her.”
“And?”
“She talked.”
Natalie looked relieved. “Good. I’m glad.”
“I have to get going.”
She got up and walked over to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly.
I realized what I had said downstairs, realized what I had been slowly growing toward ever since Natalie had entered my life. Ever since I had married her.
“I love you,” I said to her. “You know that?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”
And I kissed her hard, kicking the door to her room shut.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Natalie
I heard the door shut, but almost from a distance. He kissed me hard, pressing himself against my body. He pulled off my sweatshirt, pulled off my sweatpants, and pushed me down onto the bed.
He loved me. He said he loved me, and I hadn’t said it back.
But I didn’t need to, not with his lips on my skin, kissing my neck, his fingers slipped down my panties. He could feel how I felt about him. He could feel the way my body responded to him. I was soaking wet as he began to slowly rub my clit, sending spirals of pleasure through my body.
He didn’t say a word as I stripped his shirt off. He quickly resumed teasing my pussy and kissing me with a frenzy I hadn’t seen from him yet.
My whole body was flooded with intense desire. I needed a release, but more than that, I needed him. I pushed him back, rolling over and on top of him, and began to work his pants off.
“Easy there,” he said, grinning. “Grab the condom from my wallet before you toss them aside.”
I did as he asked, fishing the condom out and then tossing his pants aside.
He took the condom from me and I began to slowly work his shaft through his boxer briefs.
“You see what you do to me?” he whispered, gently pulling my hair. “You make me so fucking hard I can barely breathe.”
I slipped his underwear off and tossed them over with his shirt and his pants. I took his thick, hard cock in my hand and began to slowly jerk him off while looking in his eyes.
His handsome, beautiful eyes. He was full of desire for me, looking at my body, my breasts and lips.
“I could watch you do that forever,” he said. “You have such perfect fucking lips.”
I smiled and slowly moved down toward his cock. He grunted as I slipped his tip between my lips and began to suck him.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “God you’re fucking good at that. Suck that cock like you can’t stop yourself.”
The truth was, I couldn’t stop myself. I began to suck him, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, getting him nice and wet and hard. I wanted to slide my soaked pussy down along his shaft, but I wanted him to need it first.
I worked him that way, sucking him, jerking him, all the while looking up at his beautiful face. He looked back, watching me intensely, letting me do all the work. I continued sucking his cock, working him.
Finally, he reached down and pulled me up. I straddled him, and he ripped open the condom. I watched impatiently as he slowly rolled it down over his hard cock.
Biting my lip, I shifted myself forward. This time he didn’t make me beg. I couldn’t wait even if he did. I simply pressed myself down and felt his cock push deep inside me.
I let out a gasp and threw my legs around him. He grabbed my hips and pressed me down harder, filling me to the brim.
“That’s what I wanted,” he whispered, “this tight fucking cunt wrapped around my cock.”
“Lucas,” I whispered. “Oh my god, Lucas.” He began to move my hips, sliding me up and down. I fell into his rhythm, working my hips, using my legs to ride him.
He stayed sitting upright, our bodies pressed together. I rode his thick cock, sliding my body up and down, feeling his chest, his muscles, his hair. He slapped my ass and thrust hard into me. I let out soft, low moans as he began to fuck me like that.
“I want you to say my name while you come,” he whispered. “I want you to say it loud.”
I wrapped my arms around him and looked in his eyes as I rocked up and down. His hips thrust up, his hands guiding me down, and I slammed up and down along his hard shaft.
It was exactly what I needed. All my pent-up frustration and anger and his words kept ringing in my ears. He loved me. He fucking loved me, and I wanted his cock so badly I could barely stand it.
Pleasure washed through my body as we kept working like that. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel his breath against my lips. His cock filled me up as I rode him, rocking up and down, grinding our bodies together, pushing harder, deeper.
“Lucas,” I whispered. “Oh fuck, Lucas. I’m so close.”
He pressed harder, slamming my hips down. His eyes never left mine, and I could tell what he wanted. He wanted me to come on his heavy cock, and I knew I was seconds away.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “I love you. I really love you.”
“Come for me, Natalie,” he said. “Come on my fucking cock.”
The orgasm rolled through me faster than I could have imagined. It burst through my mind, exposing everything and cleansing everything. In that moment there was nothing but Lucas, our bodies moving to
gether, moving in hard thrusts. He fucked me roughly as I rode him, and my whole body tensed, the orgasm taking me over.
“Lucas,” I said, over and over.
It happened so easily, so fast and perfectly. I knew I couldn’t hold it back even if I tried. I had been teetering on the edge of frustration all night, and now it was finally bursting out.
The orgasm slowly ended. As it did, he took me and rolled me onto my back, getting on top. I opened my legs wide as he kissed my body, my neck, my breasts and continued to grind himself deep inside my pussy.
“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh shit, Lucas. Are you going to come inside me?”
“I’m going to fill this pussy up until you can’t take any more.”
He began to fuck me again, hard. I pushed my hands up against the headboard, pushing myself back against him as he fucked me. I writhed my hips, watching him look at my breasts, my pussy.
He knelt in front of me, fucking me hard, my legs spread wide. His cock slammed into me, and sweat dripped down his body. I could tell what he wanted—the same thing I wanted. He needed to come for me, to come inside me, inside my pussy. And I wanted to take every single ounce he had for me.
I kept moving my hips. “Come on, Lucas, fill my pussy up,” I said. “Fill my tight pussy up.”
“You dirty girl,” he said. “You dirty girl. I’m going to come deep in this cunt.”
“Come for me, Lucas.”
I pressed my arms on either side of my chest, pressing my tits together. I could see the hunger in his eyes eclipsing all other thought as he fucked me roughly and savagely, ravaging my body.
And finally he dipped forward, his muscles stiffening. His thrusts got deep, insistent, as he came deep inside me.
“Oh fuck, Natalie,” he said, grunting through his orgasm.
I worked my hips, helping him come.
Finally, his thrusts slowed and then stopped.
We lay there together, wrapped in each other, covered in sweat and breathing deeply. I kissed him softly. “I really do love you,” I said.
“I know.”
I kissed him again and we just lay there, feeling each other’s bodies. I knew he had to leave soon, but I wanted to feel him go soft inside me. I wanted to feel him for a little bit longer.
Because I didn’t know what the future held. Everything was so damn dangerous, and there were still so many secrets.
But in that moment, his cock still inside me but spent and satisfied, I knew the truth. I knew I’d follow him anywhere.
I knew he’d take me anywhere.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Lucas
I looked at Vince sitting in the seat next to me. “Fucker should be here somewhere,” I said to him.
Vince nodded. “Assuming the bitch didn’t lie.”
“She didn’t.”
We were sitting parked on the street in the area Camille had said Franklin was hiding out. I had two other squads at either end of the street, keeping a lookout for the bastard in case he wasn’t in his little rat hole.
An hour before, my mind had been completely on Natalie. We had just stayed in bed together, talking quietly as our sweat slowly dried on our bodies. Eventually, though, the real world came crashing back down, and I had to get up out of bed. I didn’t want to leave her, hated that she was unsure of what was happening, but I had some rat fuck to possibly murder, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
So I picked up Vince, briefed him and the boys, and started our little stakeout.
But it wasn’t moving fast enough. The sun had set not too long ago, and we still hadn’t seen any sign of Franklin. I was starting to think we needed to smoke him out.
“I got an idea,” I said to Vince.
He just looked at me, amused. I took out my phone and dialed the number Camille had given me for Franklin.
The asshole had the gall to answer on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Franklin, don’t hang up,” I said quickly.
Silence on the other end.
“You know who this is. Listen to me, Franklin. We have you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sawyer Street in Little Village.”
Another long silence. I let him stew on this one.
“How did you know that?” he asked.
“Tracked your phone. Well, I did. I haven’t told my father yet.”
“What do you want?”
“Stay where you are. Stay there and talk to me. I’m coming in fifteen minutes.”
I saw Vince grin at me.
“And if I stay?”
“I’ll protect you. I’m going to overthrow my father tonight, Franklin. And if you can speak to the other bosses, show them that my old man is a pathetic cuckold, well, maybe they’ll follow me.”
Another short pause. “I need guarantees.”
“Isn’t the fact that you’re still alive enough?”
“Fine,” he said, a little too fast. “I’ll be here. Building 1734, apartment 3C.”
“See you soon, Franklin.”
I hung up the phone and looked at Vince.
“We go in now?”
“Nah,” I said. “He gave me a bogus address.” I shook my head. There wasn’t a 1734 on the block. “But I think we might have scared him.”
Not five minutes later, Vince’s phone rang. “Yeah?” he said. “Grab him.” He hung up and looked at me. “You lucky bastard.”
“He make a run for it?”
“He made a run for it.”
I laughed. “Dumb bastard. Who’s got him?”
“Joey and Carlos.”
“Let’s go.”
I started the engine and pulled out into traffic. I headed down the block and spotted Joey and Carlos standing with another man next to their car. We pulled up behind them.
Sure enough, it was Franklin. He didn’t look roughed up at all, which was good. I climbed out of my car and walked over to him.
“Lucas,” he said. “Man, I’m sorry.”
“Idiot.” I punched him in the gut, hard. “You should have stayed in your little hole.”
He coughed and struggled for breath. “I can help you,” he said finally.
“Yeah, you can.” I nodded to Carlos and Joey, and the boys tossed him into the back of their car. “You’re going to disappear for a while, and when you return, you’re going to tell me where the fuck you hid the shipment.”
He stared at me, but I was already walking away. Joey and Carlos pulled out into traffic, heading back toward the safe house.
Poor Franklin had no clue what he was in for.
Vince stood next to me. “One problem down.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but shit doesn’t get any easier from here.”
“One thing at a time.”
“Sure.”
We walked back to my car and pulled out into traffic.
Vince and I got some dinner before heading over. We had to kill some time to give Joey and Carlos the opportunity to work Franklin over.
By the time we got there, Carlos was sitting in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine.
“What’s up?” I said to him.
“Joey’s down there,” he responded.
“Our guest?”
“Ready to sing like a fucking bird.” Carlos grinned wickedly.
I looked at Vince, who rolled his eyes. We headed down into the basement, down the familiar steps, and saw Franklin chained to a chair. Joey was standing off to the side, trimming his nails.
“Boss,” Joey said. Franklin looked up.
“Don’t stand,” I said to Franklin. “You look like shit.”
He spit blood onto the ground. Joey and Carlos had worked him over all right; really, they’d beaten the ever-living fucking shit out of him. I was surprise Franklin was even still conscious.
I pulled a chair over and sat across from him. “Ready to talk?” I asked him.
“Why bother?” he said slowly. “You’ll just kill me afterward.”
“
Maybe,” I said. “But we’ll kill you much more slowly if you don’t help us out.”
“I have nothing to say.”
I glanced at Joey and he just shrugged. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the notebook. “Do you recognize this?”
I could tell from his initial reaction that he did. “Never seen it before,” he said.
“Liar.” I pulled out my knife. “Lie again, and I cut you.”
“It’s not mine.”
I sighed and ran the blade along his thigh. He screamed.
“You’re not doing yourself any favors, Franklin.”
“Okay, fuck, okay,” he said. “Okay, it’s mine.”
“There we go. Good.” I flipped to a page. “What does this say?”
“It’s a list of names. Guys with the Russians.”
“Why are they listed here, Franklin?”
“I was watching them.”
“That seems strange, considering you’re just a driver.”
“I wasn’t watching them for you guys, you fucking cunt.”
I frowned and cut his thigh again. He cried out in pain.
“That was just for being annoying,” I said.
“Fuck you, Lucas.”
“I know it was you. I know you stole the oil. I know you’re working with some Russians. What I don’t know is where it’s all hidden.”
“Why would I tell you?”
“Because maybe you can save your worthless life.”
That gave him pause. “You want me to roll on my crew, and you let me live?”
“Franklin, listen. I already have your crew.” I waved the notebook in front of him. “I just need the location of the oil. Then I’ll let you live.”
That was when I saw it. It was barely there, barely visible in his bloodied, swollen eyes.
But it was there.
It was hope.
“Come on, Franklin,” I said. “Save everyone some fucking trouble and tell me where the shit is.”
“Give me your word.”
I stood up, sliding my chair away. “You have it.”
“I’ll talk,” he said.
I smiled at him. “Good choice. Tell Joey what you know. I have some calls to make.”
I turned and headed back up the steps, followed by Vince.
“Easy enough,” Vince said. “But now how are you going to play it?”