by Unknown
"Mmmm! Aghhhhhh! Lucaaaaaaa!" she howled, as she shattered.
She slapped her palm against the locker as she experienced the most explosive orgasm that she had ever had. Tammy knew that Luca was coming when he gripped a handful of her hair and his thrusts became frenzied.
"Ughh, mio Dio!" he groaned loudly, as he plunged into her one last time.
Once his orgasm had subsided, Luca slammed his fist against the locker, and the sound made Tammy jump. Although she was weak in the knees, with the help of the locker, she managed to straighten herself up.
"Now you belong to me," Luca growled, as he stepped back to fix his clothes. "Get dressed! Now!" he growled.
Without saying a word, Tammy reached into her locker, gathered her belongings, and did as she was told.
Chapter 13
LUCA
Luca sat at a conference table, with mafia bosses from all over America. Don Blanco had managed to get them all together within twenty-four hours. Luca was doing his best to stay focused, even though his every thought reverted back to Tammy and her tight little pussy.
The night before, when Tammy walked on stage, Luca had every intention of waiting for her to finish her so-called dance. But when she spread her legs, and his cock got hard, Luca looked around at a room full of men that he was sure were seeing images of themselves sinking their cocks into his Tammy. It was just too much for Luca to handle. She needed to know that her "dancing" days were over. Unfortunately, he may have been too rough while delivering the message.
Tammy didn't speak to him at all on the ride to Jack's house, and she'd been avoiding him all day. But, since he was stuck in a meeting with a bunch of men who loved to hear the sound of their own voices, he'd have to deal with Tammy later.
Forty-five minutes into the meeting, Luca still had no clue of the Russian woman's identity. The bosses claimed to have reached out to every contact that they had in the United States, and no one could provide any useful information. Luca was eventually going to have to sit in a similar meeting in Europe.
Luca looked back at Lorenzo, who was always close by.
"Have Marco bring the car around."
Lorenzo nodded and pulled out his phone to text Marco. Luca stood and buttoned his suit coat.
"Signori, grazie for taking time out of your busy schedules, but I think my troubles lie in Europe. If you learn of anything that can be of any use, contact me directly."
Luca and Lorenzo walked out of the conference room and into the lobby of the W Hotel. To Luca's astonishment, the very subject of their meeting was sitting in a chair by the window. She smiled directly at Luca and stood. As she walked toward him, he had to admit that she was beautiful. She was wearing a form-fitting red dress that complimented her slim figure. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked over to him. And when she reached him, her beauty only increased. She had long, silky, black hair, the bluest of eyes, and sexy plump lips. But when she smiled, it was chilling. Pure evil.
"Hello, Don Savelli."
Even her soft, Russian-accented voice was sexy. She was definitely someone that Luca would bed. That is, if she wasn't the type of woman that would kill a man while he slept.
"I find myself at a disadvantage. You know my name, but you have yet to grace me with the honor of knowing yours."
"Katya, Katya Romanov."
"Hello, Katya Romanov."
"Is that about me?" she asked, gesturing toward the conference room.
"Si, but, unfortunately, I've learned very little about the beautiful Russian that's trying to kill my family."
“Ahh... Well, maybe I can enlighten you. Come. Sit with me."
She turned and walked toward the table that she had abandoned. Luca, instinctively, watched her ass as she walked away.
"Leave him there," she said over her shoulder, referring to Lorenzo.
Luca nodded to Lorenzo and followed Katya to her table. He pulled out her chair, and when she sat, he tucked her under the table. He took a seat across from her and waited for her to enlighten him.
"You are a very handsome man. I could have fun with you."
Her flirtation was accompanied by another sinister smile.
"Thank you. But, before the fun begins, maybe you can tell me why you've targeted my family."
"Oh, but Luca, you are mistaken. I don't want your entire family dead. Let me explain... you and your family murdered my husband, along with three of my brothers, every man in my family to get that cop back."
Katya paused, waiting for a reaction from Luca. He gave none. Was he supposed to feel sympathy for the men that kidnapped his cousin's wife in order to force her into a life of sexual slavery? He had no remorse for the assholes that he left dead on that tarmac in Poland, and he didn't feel sorry for the crazy Russian bitch sitting in front of him.
"They had it coming," was all he said, but it was clearly enough to evoke her rage.
"And, so will every woman in the Storm family," she spat.
Luca stood calmly and walked around the table. Katya smiled up at him and whispered, "Did you not like the show last night? I found it entertaining. Your whore is very talented."
Luca wrapped his fingers around her small neck and yanked her from her seat. He ignored the gasps from the hotel's guests, along with the sound of weapons being cocked around him. He watched Katya's face turn red as she struggled to breathe. She frantically kicked her feet and clawed at his hands, but Luca's grip was unyielding.
"Capo, la polizia," Lorenzo warned.
He placed his hand on Luca's shoulder in an attempt to calm him.
"Listen to me, you Russian cunt," Luca hissed. "Before I let you harm ANYONE in my family, I will slit your throat and send your rotten black soul to hell."
He reluctantly removed his hand from her throat. Katya sank back into her chair. She grabbed her throat and gulped for air. Luca turned to walk away. Judging by the number of guns pointed at them, Katya must have given her men strict orders not to fire. She was toying with him.
Luca walked out of the hotel certain to deal with Katya Romanov soon. He stepped into the warm sun and took a deep breath. He was attempting to reel in his fury. Marco walked around and opened the back door.
"Andiamo," Lorenzo urged.
Luca climbed in the back seat, and after closing the door, Lorenzo sat up front with Marco.
"Lorenzo, get me everything that you can on Katya Romanov.”
"Si."
Chapter 14
LUCA
Luca walked through Jack's front door. Gianni and Jack were waiting for him in the foyer.
"So, did you find out anything? Gianni asked.
"Si. Meet me in the den in five minutes. I need to speak with Francis. Where is he?"
"Kitchen," Jack responded.
Luca walked out of the foyer, rounded a corner, and ran right into Tammy. She actually turned and attempted to bolt in the other direction, but Luca caught her wrist, halting her escape. Although she didn't try to pull away, she refused to look at him.
"Tammy, please look at me."
Luca gently pulled her closer.
"Look at me," he urged.
When Tammy reluctantly, turned and looked up at him, he couldn't identify the emotion that he saw on Tammy's beautiful face, but he knew it wasn’t anger.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, sincerely. "I had no right to handle you like that. Please forgive me."
Tammy's brow furrowed.
"Wait, you think that I'm mad because you fucked me against a locker?"
Luca winced, taken aback by the way that she spoke about their encounter.
"No, Luca. You don’t understand. I lost my job. I have rent to pay and a child to support. You had no right to snatch me off of that stage!" She said, in a raised voice.
"Tammy, you put your life in danger."
"Oh stop it! You know damn well that no one is after me! You just don't approve of what I do!"
"You're wrong!' Luca shouted. "The Russian was there last night. So you see Tamm
y, you are in danger!"
Tammy was shocked.
"What?! She was at the club?"
"Yes," Luca confirmed. "And you're right... I don't approve of what you do, so you'll be hanging up your dancing shoes."
"Fuck you!" Tammy spat. "You don't tell me what the fuck to do!"
Luca brought his face closer to hers and tightened his grip on her wrist.
“You will watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me," he warned through gritted teeth.
Luca released her wrist and walked away before he could fuck up his so-called apology even more.
NATASHA
Natasha walked into the family room, where she had been summoned and sat on the sofa with Amy and Mia. Jack and Gianni were at the bar sipping something brown. And Tracy was sitting on the floor working on her laptop. Luca walked in with Francis, and the seriousness of both of their expressions worried Natasha. Luca looked around the room and asked Jack, "Where's Victoria?"
"She's on her way down. Where's Tammy?"
"My guess... as far away from me as she can get," Luca mumbled.
"I'll go and get her," Natasha volunteered.
Natasha had already had a feeling that something was going on with Tammy because she'd barely left her room all day. So she welcomed the opportunity to go find out what was wrong with her. She hopped on the sofa and left the family room, determined to get the 411 on what went down with Tammy and Luca. It wasn't her business, but she'd been cooped up in the house too long, and she needed some entertainment.
She knocked on Tammy's door and waited for her to answer. When she didn't, Natasha knocked again and called out her name. That must've done the trick because she opened the door and invited her inside.
"The guys have called a meeting. Everyone is waiting for you."
"Ugh," Tammy groaned.
"What's going on Tammy? Luca said that you were avoiding him."
"He did?"
"Yes. So what's up?" Natasha pried.
"Girl, he showed up at my job yesterday."
“Okay?"
"Well, apparently, because I refer to myself as a dancer, Luca thought that I was some kind of ballerina or something."
"Shit! So what happened?"
"He walked in during my show."
"Oh my God," Natasha chuckled. "What happened?"
"You’re not going to believe this... he snatched me off the stage."
"Ohhh, I totally believe it," Natasha laughed. "So what did you do?"
Natasha was staring curiously at Tammy when she dropped her head in shame. She narrowed her eyes and waited for her to respond. When she didn't, Natasha fell back on the bed and burst into laughter.
"Shut up!" Tammy snapped.
"No, I get it. He goes all, ‘me Tarzan, you Jane,’ and your legs flew open!" Natasha roared. She was laughing so hard that tears were running down her cheek.
"It's not funny! I'm out of a job!" Tammy cried.
"Girl, who do you think you're talking to?" Natasha giggled.
"What do you mean?"
Natasha took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her laughter.
"Tammy you're a stripper. You can work anywhere. So what's the real issue?"
"I..."
Tammy seemed grateful when they were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Amy's voice telling them that everyone was still waiting for them.
Chapter 15
TAMMY
For the next fifteen minutes, Tammy sat quietly next to Natasha and listened to Luca as he described Katya Romanov's deadly intentions toward them. She did her best to avoid eye contact with him. And when he finished, she stood and headed toward the hall with the intention of quietly slipping out of the room. But Luca had other intentions.
As soon as she entered the hall, she heard him call her name. Tammy stopped, without turning around.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Can I take you out tonight?"
She turned, looking him directly in the eyes. Surely he wasn't serious. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Luca had embarrassed her in front of, at least, two hundred people and got her fired from her job. And he wasn't the least bit remorseful. Not to mention, he'd just given them a fifteen-minute lecture on staying safe by staying inside.
"I thought you said leaving the house would be dangerous."
"I'll protect you. Dinner tonight?"
"Luca..."
"Tammy," he interrupted. "I'm sorry about the way that I behaved last night; handling you like that. Please let me show you a different side to me. I would love to take you out and treat you the way you deserve to be treated."
Tammy resisted the urge to tell him that last night was the hottest, most erotic night of her life. She instead opted to let him show her a different side to him.
“Okay," she acquiesced. "What should I wear?"
"Something tight, black, and sexy," he responded with a sexy smile.
Luca took her hand and lifted it to his lips. He kissed it gently and whispered, "Be ready by seven."
Tammy chuckled and shook her head. Luca was unlike anyone that she'd ever met.
"You have a tendency to give orders. Are you even capable of asking for anything?"
Luca smiled, a beautiful smile that reached his eyes. It was refreshing because as gorgeous as Luca was, his expression was always so severe. Tammy couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. His smile was contagious.
"I asked you to join me for dinner, did I not?"
"Yes, yes you did," Tammy admitted.
"See, I'm not so bad. Now, be ready by seven."
He released her hand and walked down the hall in the opposite direction. Tammy stared at his back until he rounded the corner.
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Since Luca wouldn't allow them to leave the house, Tammy had to send Lorenzo to her apartment. After thirty minutes of sending picture messages of the wrong dress, Lorenzo gave up and grabbed every black dress in her closet. He was so fed up by the task of finding the right dress; he refused to let Tammy choose her own shoes. Surprisingly, he chose a simple pair of black, patent leather stilettos. With Lorenzo, being a man, she was sure that he was going to come back with the type of shoes that she wore on stage. She was grateful for his tasteful choice.
Tammy stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way her creation hugged her body. It was a form-fitting, pencil dress, with a deep v-neck and capped sleeves. She was sure that she had chosen the perfect dress, but getting it was a nightmare.
It was ten till seven, and even though Tammy was ready, she was contemplating being late on purpose. She was tempted to defy Luca's orders, just because. She laughed out loud at her own stubbornness and ran her fingers through the curls that Victoria put in her long hair. She dabbed on a bit of clear lip gloss and tucked it into her clutch.
Tammy left out of her bedroom and, per their pattern, ran smack into Luca. Tammy recognized appreciation as he assessed her appearance. It was an appreciation that she shared, because the man before her was tall, dark, and dangerously sexy. He wore a tailored fitted black suit. He omitted a dress shirt and opted for a simple black tee instead. His style was Euro-sexy.
"Sei cosi, Bella," he groaned.
Luca smiled at Tammy's confusion.
"You look amazingly beautiful," he complimented.
"Thank you. And you look very handsome."
"Grazie."
Luca leaned down and kissed Tammy's lips. He placed his hand in the small of her back and pulled her into his embrace. As he held her close, Tammy took the opportunity to inhale the fragrance that drove her crazy. And when he stepped back to grab her hand, Tammy resisted the urge to pout.
"Andiamo," he insisted, as he led her down the hall.
They walked hand in hand down the stairs, through the foyer, and to Tammy's surprise, right past the front door.
"Where are we going?"
"This way."
His answer was vague, but Tammy did not persist. She followed Luca through the house and out t
he back door. Tammy's curiosity was piqued. They walked past the pool and the pool house, then up a set of steps that led to the gazebo. Tammy had seen the gazebo during her many walks with Luca, but never had she seen it this way. The gazebo was lit by heat lamps and a gorgeous candlelit centerpiece in the middle of a beautifully decorated table.
"Oh my God. How did you do all this?"
"Let's just say a couple of Storms blew through here," he chuckled.
Tammy laughed, realizing that he meant Victoria and Natasha. She turned to hug Luca, but gasped when he handed her a breathtaking bouquet of Sicilian Honey Lilies, just like the ones from Catarina's garden.
"Oh, Luca. How did you..."
He cut her off by slamming his lips against hers, kissing her in a way that made her lightheaded. Luca eased the bouquet from her grasp and sat it on the table. He enclosed her in his arms and held her tight. Tammy's hands flew to Luca's head. She ran her fingers through his short, soft hair. She moaned into his mouth as he caressed her back and kissed her senses away. Moisture accumulated in her panties. She was so hot for him, and he could've taken her right there on that table if he wanted. But, they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Luca slowly raised his head, never breaking eye contact. He gifted Tammy with a smile that made him almost seem sweet. She smiled in returned, loving every second of their date so far.
"I've been thinking about kissing you all day," he admitted, in a deep sexy voice.
"Well, now that you have, why don't you take your seat," Gianni grumbled.
Tammy giggled and turned to Gianni. He was wearing an apron that read, 'Blow the Cook'. Luca's smile fell, and his natural scowl returned as he looked Gianni up and down. Gianni's hands flew up in surrender.