Glock (The Bad Disciples MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

  He slammed his door shut and burned rubber as he reversed out of the parking lot. I watched him speed off while I removed another cigarette from my pack and set the end of it ablaze. Fuck. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, he was right. I had a job to do and no matter what, I had to keep my feelings for Carina separate. As I inhaled my fourth puff, I was finding out that it was going to be easier said than done.

  ***

  Later that evening, I made a phone call to Carina. She answered with a light voice.

  “Hey. I was just thinking about you.”

  “Yeah, I was just calling to see how you were doing. Um, are you busy?”

  “Just grading a few papers. Why?”

  “I was thinking about coming over to visit you. I’ve got a little time to burn, so I figured I’d spend that time with you.”

  “Sure. I am just about finished grading.”

  “Alright. I’m on my way.”

  “Sounds good.”

  After I hung up the phone, I went into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of liquor out of the freezer. As I poured some into a shot glass, I thought more about what O’Malley had said. He was right. Carina did take to me pretty fast and for all I knew, she could have made out who I was before I even knew her name. She could know a lot more about the family than she let on. Maybe she was sent to me from her family? She claimed that she wasn’t involved in what they did, but maybe she had been lying to me the entire time. I threw the shot into the back of my throat, grabbed my pistol, then darted to her house.

  I waited outside for a few minutes, observing the area before I went inside. A young boy walked his dog down the sidewalk as it anxiously sniffed every blade of grass in its path. Another group of children sat on the porch, laughing and joking with each other. Across the street, an older man pushed the lawnmower over his grass. The engine sputtered like a go-kart as he pushed it over the thicker places. It was like perfect white picket fence suburbia here. Not a single sign showed that the mafia was near.

  Finally, I exited the car and walked to the front door. Carina opened the door and welcomed me with a smile.

  “Hey, babe. I mean,” she said, as we stepped inside. “Is it alright if I call you that? I know it has only been, what? A few days?”

  I stepped inside. “Yeah. I don’t see anything wrong with that. Babe is cool with me.”

  I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, then walked into the front room and sat down on the couch. Flashbacks of me taking her on the couch played in my mind as I took my seat and put my arm on the edge of the cushion.

  “I had a short day today,” she said as she folded her legs beneath her body and sat on top of them next to me on the couch. “The kids weren’t bad. They all did their homework and I didn’t have to pull teeth to get them to answer questions.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a good day to me.” My answer was dry and monotone. I needed to quit being such an ass if I wanted her to open up to me about her family. I looked ahead towards the fireplace. A picture of an older couple sat on top of the mantle. Right before she could nestle closer to me, I stood up.

  “Those your parents?” I asked, walking closer to the picture. I already knew who they were. The man was Tony Dellucci and to his left, I knew that it had to be his wife.

  “That is my mother and father. Yeah. I love them to death, but they just have their ways about them, you know?”

  “What ways?”

  She stood up and joined me by the side. “Just ways.” She took the picture out of my hand, smiling, “why do you ask?”

  “Just curious, I guess.” I looked to the right. There were two more pictures beside that one. “Who are they?”

  She exhaled, shaking her head. “Luca and Nico. My brothers,” she tapped her fingers along the fireplace mantle. “They aren’t the type of people that I like to talk about. I mean,” I could tell she had a hard time dealing with what they had become. “They weren’t like that when we were younger. It wasn’t until they turned about 17 or 18 that they flipped out and started following in the footsteps of my father. My father,” she took the pictures from my hand. “My father is not the gentlest man. I mean, he is loving. He loves his family and he would do anything for them, I just don’t approve of the way he goes about doing it.”

  She took my hand and pulled me away from the fireplace, “enough about them, though,” she said as we sat down on the couch. “I know you didn’t come all the way over here just to find out more about my family. So, let’s just hang out and see what is on TV. Is that cool with you?”

  I kept an eye on the pictures of her family. I had to keep reminding myself that they were the reasons that I was here and as she tucked her head on my shoulder, I could only hope that she didn’t have anything to do with the crimes her family committed.

  Chapter 12

  Carina

  Friday evening rolled around. I was supposed to go Harrison’s house and hang out with him for the weekend and I was looking forward to it. I hadn’t seen Harrison much in the last few days, but we had talked a few times since he came by earlier in the week. I thought it was weird how he kept asking questions about my family, but I just figured he was trying to get to know my background. I was ok with it, but the more he questioned me, the more I realized that I was going to eventually have to introduce him to my family, and eventually tell him what they are involved in. That had always been my biggest fear, and probably why I had never brought guys home in the first place. Who wants to date a mob boss’s daughter?

  The doorbell rang as soon as I walked out of the bathroom. I wondered who it could be. When I opened, Freya pranced right in the way she always does. “Well, well, well. Somebody meets a guy, now all of a sudden, I don’t hear from you anymore or anything. Damn, if I would have known it was going to be like this, I never would’ve invited you out.”

  She stood in the front room with her neck craned. I laughed and closed the door, “I’m sorry, Freya! With work and everything, I’ve just been kind of busy.”

  “Yeah, sure. Busy getting some from your new man.”

  “No.” I walked by her in the front room. “Maybe.”

  She laughed and took a seat. “Maybe my ass. I know what it is. You’ve been off the market for so long that when you get some new meat in front of you, you don’t know how to act. I’ve been there before.” She took her phone out and scrolled across the screen with her thumb. “So, what are y’all doing tonight? And don’t act like you aren’t going to be somewhere with him.”

  “Well, if you must know, I am going to his place to hang out. He is not the type of person who likes to go out of the house much. Sort of like a home-body. I kind of like that.”

  “Oh, Lord. Two home bodies together? You two will never leave the house. The whole world is going to pass you two by in the blink of an eye.”

  “Well, let it pass. As long as I’ve got someone good to keep me occupied, I’m happy.”

  She laughed, then slid her phone into her pocket. “So, did you tell your family about him yet?” Growing up with Freya, she was already well aware of my family. My parents tried to keep her in the dark like I was, but she had figured it all out pretty quickly. She was the one that helped me distance myself from them in the first place. Despite all the she knew, we still remained friends. Freya had my back, no matter what happened.

  I sighed. “No, not yet. I mean, he has been asking about my family, so I know that sooner or later I will have to introduce him and I know that will be a fucking shit storm of a problem.”

  “Yeah, I know how your parents are.”

  I stopped my mind from racing through the possibilities of what would happen when they found out.

  “Yeah, I know. But, it’s only been like a week, you know? So, I don’t want to jump the gun and introduce him to my parents just yet. As a matter of fact, I don’t even want to tell them about him until we get further along in our relationship.” I laughed at my awkwardness. “My God, listen to me. I am speaking like I’ve k
nown Harrison for months and it has barely been a week.”

  “Yeah, girl. I’m going to need you to pump your brakes just a little bit, ok?”

  I fell backwards on the couch and propped my head against the pillow, “I know, I know. I don’t know what is wrong with me, Freya! It is like I am slipping down an icy slope of adolescent love with no way to stop. Like I am a fucking teenager again.”

  “It’s normal to fall hard and fast sometimes. Just try to keep some guard up, alright? I don’t want you to get hurt.” Freya pulled me into a hug and I let out a long sigh. Freya was right. I was falling hard and fast, but I needed to make sure I left some of my walls up so everything didn’t completely tumble down around me. Especially with my family. They weren’t something to be taken lightly. Freya released me from her arms and sighed.

  “I was just passing through and I wanted to check on you. I’m headed over to Jade’s place. She wants me to go to this birthday get together with her.” She stood up and threw her purse around her shoulder. “You be safe tonight, alright huh?”

  “I will.”

  I watched her leave the house and with that, I got ready to head to Harrison’s. I sprinkled a floral fragrance onto my skin, and walked over to my closet. While my leggings were calling my name, it way too soon for me to feel completely comfortable around Harrison so slid on my favorite pair of jeans and a cute top, instead. Then left to go to Harrison’s place.

  I was impressed as soon as I parked in front of his apartment building. He must be doing very well for himself, I said as I peered at the complex. When I walked inside the lobby everything looked as though was new, and I felt very out of place.

  I reached his door and after one ring, Harrison answered wearing a white t-shirt. His muscles distracted me from his smile and it wasn’t until he spoke that I was redirected to his lips.

  “Welcome,” he said as he opened the door.

  “You’ve got a nice place, Harrison.”

  “What did you expect?”

  “Not this. You didn’t come off like as a guy who would live in this kind of place. This is roomy and fancy. Do you have a family somewhere that I should know about?”

  He laughed. “Nah, it is just me. I guess I just like my space, you know? I like to have options.”

  “Oh? Options, huh? Is that what this is about? Am I an option?” I teased.

  He paused. “No, I wouldn’t say that. I wouldn’t say that at all.”

  He sat down on the couch. The flat screen television mounted on the wall danced in high definition on ESPN. The size of his place made me wonder what exactly his government job really meant. What if he is into something illegal like my family?

  “You wouldn’t happen to be Italian, would you?”

  He smiled. “No. German ancestry.”

  Damn it. “Ok, I was just wondering.” He flipped through the channels on the television as I looked throughout his front room. He didn’t have any pictures of his family or anything and that made me wonder. Most people would at least have one or two pictures of their loved ones around, but the fact that his home was so bare made me curious. It looked as though he had just moved in.

  “So, how long have you been living here?”

  “About a month now. I haven’t really gotten settled in yet.” The television briefly provided background noise between us. “So, where do your parents live? Is it in the city?”

  There he went, asking about my parents again. A slight knot formed in my stomach, and I started to get a little defensive. “This whole week you have been asking about my parents and my brothers. Why do you want to know so much about my family?”

  “I am just curious about your foundation. That’s all. I want to know as much about you as I can and it seems like the best way to do that is to know your history. Know where you came from.”

  I felt the knot slowly dissipate. “Or, you can just hang around me a little longer and get to know me for yourself. I think that is a better way.”

  “Oh, you do?” He smiled. “Yeah, I think so, too. I figured that I would just come after you at every angle and speed up the process.”

  “Oh, I see.” I stood up, “so, are you going to show me the rest of your place?”

  He smirked. “There isn’t much to see, but sure.”

  He gave me a tour of his three-bedroom apartment. All the rooms had the essentials in them. A bed, a dresser and a nightstand, but not much else. It literally seemed as though he just moved into this place last week, except there weren’t piles of boxes everywhere. When we got to the main bedroom, I instantly fell in love with the balcony that overlooked the courtyard. The moonlight reflected off the man-made pond fifty yards from the back patio. “Wow. This is just… this is beautiful. I love it here, but I couldn’t live in this place alone.” I faced him. “I’d be way too scared. You aren’t afraid to live here alone?”

  “No. I can handle myself. I don’t get scared easily.”

  I stepped away from the window, and I could feel his eyes on me as I moved. I loved it when he watched me like that. I bit my lip and slowly started to unbutton my shirt and I walked towards his bathroom. As I reached the door to the entrance, I pulled my shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, and I immediately felt his hand on my waist. His hand slowly moved up to my breast and I reached down and undid my pants. I stepped forward and pulled them down. I pulled down my panties and turned to face him. He was already taking off his boxers and I bit my lip at the site of his unbelievable body.

  Harrison pushed me into his large shower, and turned on the handle. The hot water cascaded over our naked bodies, soothing my sore muscles, and our mouths crashed into one another. His body was warm and rigid, providing me strength and safety I needed. His hands trailed my spine and waist, awaking all my nerves again, and I snuggled closer to him.

  “Your skin is so smooth,” he whispered into my shoulder and bit it playfully. “I just love touching you.”

  He took soap and started washing my body, moving his hands meticulously all over me. I was panting by the time he helped me rinse the soap off, burning to get him inside of me. I did the same to him, stroking his cock deliberately as I applied the soap on it, feeding on his moans and grunts.

  His cock was huge in my hands, its veins pulsating furiously as I touched him, and I decided to reward him. After all, I’d lost a count of the orgasms he’d given me so far.

  I rinsed him off and knelt in front of him. I took his sack with one hand and placed the other around the base of his cock. I moved it up and down, stroking him slowly.

  “Carina. Fuck. That feels amazing.”

  “And how about this?”

  I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slid my tongue over it. He had a perfect taste, and I found myself lapping it up greedily. The more I licked and sucked, the more sounds he made and it felt amazing being able to pleasure him like this.

  “That feels great, Carina. Fuck me, you’re so good at this.”

  His hands held my head tightly and pulled me toward him, making me take him deep inside my mouth. I moved it out slowly, glancing up at him to see him watching me with heated eyes. His cock was twitching after each stroke of my tongue, hard as rock, while his breathing increased.

  “Fuck! I need to be inside you right now.”

  He grabbed me and pulled me back to my feet, turning me around to face the wall. He separated my legs, exposing my ass to him, and brought his cock to my entrance.

  “You’re so hot. You’re perfect.” He thrust into me and started moving at once, burying himself deep into me repeatedly.

  “Ah! Harrison! Don’t stop!”

  “Never, babe.”

  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward, meeting my lips half-way. Our mouths crashed into one another as our bodies met in a frenzy. His fingers found my clit, and he applied the right pressure, which doubled the pleasure that spread through me. I was so close to coming, screaming his name when he pushed further inside and
hit the sweet spot.

  “Yes!”

  My core convulsed around his cock as I orgasmed, and he cursed, unable to stop pounding me.

  “I love the way you feel when you come. I just want to stay inside of you forever.”

  His continued pounding prolonged my climax, and all coherent thoughts left me, leaving place for pure bliss only.

  “Don’t stop, Harrison.”

  He groaned and picked up his pace, pushing inside me really hard. My body hugged him too tightly, welcoming each thrust, and grew more sensitive as I neared a new orgasm. This time I could feel him close too, and I met his cock even faster, which brought an immense pleasure that numbed all my senses.

  It was more than I could handle, and I let go, calling his name at the peak of my pleasure, and a few moments later he followed.

  “What have you done to me?” he asked as his arms wrapped around my waist. “I can’t stop. No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s not enough.”

  He turned me around, pressing his chest against mine.

  I sighed. “I feel the same, but I have to admit that I’m a bit afraid. I’m afraid that this could end too quickly and I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all.”

  He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment I thought that I scared him with my confession, but then he pulled me closer to him.

  “Let’s just stay like this for a while, okay?” he muttered into my hair.

  “Okay,” I whispered and closed my eyes, enjoying this unusual, yet blissful moment.

  Chapter 13

  Harrison

  I stood just outside Tony Dellucci’s home, on my second puff of my cigarette. O’Malley stood beside me, smiling as if the world was just placed in the palm of his hands and he was ready to mold it in whatever fashion he desired. The gray sky above pushed thick clouds across the horizon like cotton balls. O’Malley removed a cigar from his case and bit the end off, spewing it onto the grass with trickles of saliva trailing it. He extended the case towards me, but I waved him off.