by April Zyon
“Yes, Alessandra, I know which one yours is.” His deep baritone voice rumbled against her side and had her wanting to whimper. She was so going to have to change her panties and take a cold shower, not in that order, of course, because of what he did to her.
When he settled her down on the bed in her room, he asked, “Do you need to go anywhere else?”
“No, I will be able to handle it from here, promise.” Yes, her side hurt, but she would survive. Besides, there was no way she would ask him to take her into the bathroom, not when she might actually ask him to strip down and join her in the shower. When he walked out, she felt the loss of him in her space. She sighed and got up so she could get cleaned up, wincing as she moved.
Chapter Seven
It had been hell to walk away from Alessandra. Leaving her there on her bed took a willpower he didn’t know he had. He met with her father in his study and said, “Do you need me for anything else, sir?”
“I saw the way you looked at her,” Giovanni said and watched him.
Gregorio clenched his jaw tightly. “She’s an adult. Don’t you think it’s time we broke it to her that I want to marry her, and you’ve told me I could?”
“She’s my child. I want to keep her as my little girl for as long as possible. Besides, don’t you think she’s still a little too young?”
She was twenty, and he was thirty-three. He didn’t think that was a big deal. Yes, she was young, but she was everything he wanted and more. She was who he had been lusting after since he saw her naked at sixteen, and every woman he had fucked since then had to remind him of her.
“If you have nothing else for me, sir, I need to meet with the men coming in.” There was a moment’s hesitation before Greg added, “No, sir, no I don’t believe she’s too young. She’s a fully grown woman with a mind of her own. She knows what she wants and needs in life and has for a long time.”
“She’s my baby. However, you are correct. She’s an adult. I will trust her.” The old man took a deep breath before asking, “Where are you going to set the men up at?”
“At the club. They will be able to easily park their motorcycles and have access to the whores.”
“Good idea. Tell the girls to give them what they want as long as it doesn’t cause them to bleed or scar,” Giovanni Falco, or The Boss as everyone else called him, murmured.
“Of course,” Gregorio said. “I will get them settled, sir, and then I will return.”
“There is no need. We have guards. I know you have far more to do than stay here.” There was a pause, and when Giovanni Falco spoke again, he said, “Like finding those Russian bastards that took Alessandra.”
Gregorio bowed and nodded. He hated being told what to do by the Boss, but until he took over he had to bow to the man’s wishes.
He wasn’t surprised to see Tony waiting for him by their bikes. Sure he could have taken the SUV, but he needed to ride, and he needed it now. “Let’s go to the club. I need my dick sucked so I can blow off some steam before I kill that motherfucker now.” In his mind, Gregorio knew he was going to be the next Boss, but it wasn’t going to be soon enough. He needed Alessandra more than anyone could possibly know.
“That might be bad at the moment. It will be best if you wait until we have everyone where we need them.” For the last year, they had been slowly moving men that were loyal to Gregorio into positions of power so that if he had to kill Giovanni they would already be in place.
“Good point,” Gregorio said with a sigh. He hated when his friend made sense. He got onto his bike and started it up. The loud rumble made him smile. He wondered what Alessandra would think of riding bitch on his motorcycle. He then took off with Tony behind him.
****
When they arrived at The Club, Gregorio saw both biker clubs there. Typically, there would be fighting within different organizations. These two were unique, however. They were unique because they were born from the same massive club and both were under him.
Getting off his bike, he smiled at the two men that approached him. “Jack.” He shook the man’s hand and patted him on the back. “Snake,” he said to the other man and did the same. “Come on, let’s get inside and get us a drink.”
“Love the way you think, Gregorio,” said Snake with a shit eating grin on his face. The four men walked into The Club, and every single eye in the place turned to them. Gregorio nodded to the bartender and took a seat with the three men he came in with near the front of the dance floor.
When the music changed slightly, Gregorio smiled. “Snake, you haven’t seen Leona yet. You are going to love her.” The woman was beautiful, her skin as dark as midnight. Her breasts were large and perky thanks to plastic surgery, same with her ass. Gregorio had fucked that ass more than once in fact. However, now that he thought about it, he hadn’t fucked anyone in the last two years, not since Alessandra became legal. God dammit.
Leona did what she was good at though and had more than one man panting over her. She moved in front of them. There were pasties on her breasts with hanging tassels and her clit was pierced. He took a drink of his whiskey and watched as she rubbed that piercing.
Snake laughed and moved so that his hands were on the stage. “Fucking hell she’s perfect.” Snake was as white as they came, his skin covered in tattoos and his ears with piercings that ran all along the edges. Gregorio watched Snake pull her closer and put his mouth on her cunt. Gregorio laughed. “Been a while, Snake?”
Snake paused in his feasting of the girl’s pussy and looked over at Gregorio. “Damn Greg, you know I could never turn down a perfect pussy like this one.” He turned back to the woman and smiled. “Later, later I’m going to tear you the fuck up.” When the woman laughed, Snake moved back to his seat.
“So the Russians made their move?” Jack asked. “They took Alessandra. How she doing?”
“She’s good. She has burns on her side where the fuckers pressed cattle prods to her over and over again.” Gregorio found himself clenching his fists as he spoke. “She’s home now, resting.”
“So it was a call to war, wasn’t it?”
“It was. They didn’t have nearly enough men there to protect their Boss, who had a clear escape plan, so it was a move that was created only to incite war.”
“What can we do to help?” Snake asked.
This was what Greg had been working for all of his life, finding those that were loyal to him and ensuring his place was secured. “How many chapters have you combined?”
“Nine. The West Coast Slashers are going to be an issue,” Jack said and waved off a woman that was going to give him a lap dance.
“Don’t worry. We will take care of them when this is over with.”
“Personally, Boss?” Jack asked.
“No, I’ll be handling things here. You can take Monty’s head and put it on a pike if you want to. That fucker has had his death coming for a while.”
“That he has. He and his boys started taking girls from their homes and sending them to buyers outside of the US.”
“Skin trading?”
“Yeah. Fuckers should know better, but they don’t. It’s time to make a statement and use them to make it.”
“Good.” Snake spoke this time. “I have no issue skinning my enemy, but I draw the line at taking kids and selling them. Now if they happen to want to start fucking for money, we are good with it, but only if they are of age.” They had rules. They had a code they all worked by and while the government wanted to paint them as child stealing rapists they weren’t. They were killers, no questions on that one, but women and children were off limits. Well, that was unless the woman tried to kill you first.
“We need to make a plan. While Giovanni wants this man dead, he doesn’t want them dead fast enough for my peace of mind. They touched her,” Greg said.
“I would be like that too if it were my old lady,” Jack said with a grin.
“You don’t have an old lady, asshole.” Snake leaned back, holding his gla
ss up to signal he wanted more.
“I don’t have an old lady no, but I know I would keep her safe and kill any motherfucker that so much as looked sideways at her,” Jack said. “Especially one like Alessandra. She’s…” He paused and then looked at Gregorio. It was obvious he knew he was on a very thin sheet of ice with even saying something that even seemed like he wanted Alessandra. “Yours,” he said to Gregorio with a bow of his head.
“She will be. She’s not yet, but very soon. Giovanni is dragging his heels on allowing me to marry her.” Gregorio smiled and looked around. “Ah, Candy is here. Boys, we’ll make plans a bit later.” If only Gregorio could slake the need he had, but all he could think of was Alessandra. She was all he had been able to think of for far too fucking long, and the blue balls he had proved it.
“I think I’m going to go and find someone to fuck as well,” Jack said for both him and Snake.
Chapter Eight
“Do you all understand what I need you to do?” Gregorio asked the men standing or sitting in the clubhouse adjacent to the strip club they had all spent some time in blowing off steam.
“Yes, sir,” Snake said as he cleaned one of the knives he always had on his body. “I’m taking my boys, and I’m going to flush this fucker out by killing off his men.” He looked up at Gregorio and smiled. “I get the fun job.”
“Just don’t get caught. Most of the cops are on our payroll, but there are some fucking do-gooders out there that will get pissy if you are caught. We have the Chief of Police in our pocket and most of the judges, but there are one or two we don’t have,” Gregorio said and then looked to Tony. “You are going to plaster yourself to Alessandra’s side. Giovanni already knows I want you as close to her as her shadow. You’re to protect her from everything. Got it?”
“You know I will boss.” Tony bowed his head in respect. “She’s going to be yours. I get it. I will make sure she comes out of this without a scratch to her. Well, any more than she has now.” They had all seen what the rope did to her skin, and it made more than one of them pissed off and ready to kill for it.
Gregorio had to take a moment and breathed deeply. Alessandra was one of those rare women that women wanted to be friends with, and men wanted to love and protect. She was kind, gentle, and sexy as hell. Add to it that the woman was smarter than most of the men around her. She was the full package, and they all knew it. She had the loyalty of all of the men under her father far more than he did.
Jerking out of his own thoughts, he shook his head and looked at Jack. “You’re going to go back to the Russian’s house and find out how they got out. It might give us an indication of where they are now since there has been no chatter and not even a fucking sighting of them. I want those fuckers found. If you happen to find a Russian that’s part of that Family bring them back here. We will persuade him to speak to us.”
“You got it, Boss,” Jack said and nodded.
Gregorio gave the others their marching orders. Once that was done, he stepped outside of the club and looked up at the skies. Darkness had fallen. It was time to get to work. He got onto his bike and took off with several vehicles following him. He had shit to do as well.
****
Two hours later, Gregorio turned to the man on his knees before him and asked again, “Where is Vasily?”
“I don’t know.” The words came out as a slight gurgle from the blood that the man’s mouth and throat.
Gregorio punched him once more and asked the question again. “I can go all night, Ivan, and you know it. You’ve run across me twice and barely got away both times. You only did because you sent others to be killed in your place. This is the third time, and you know what that means. You won’t be getting away again.”
“Fuck you, pretty boy,” the Russian said with a bloody grin on his face. “I liked touching that bitch we removed from her father’s clutches. She’s all woman, her body filled out like a woman’s body should be. Her sweet little cunt was shaved bare and smelled so fucking good.”
Gregorio saw red. “What. Did. You. Say?” Each word was forced out of his mouth.
“I had a little fun while transporting her. I have pictures too. They should be going onto the internet anytime now.”
For the first time in his thirty-three years, Gregorio lost control. He began to beat the man, his fist pounding the man’s face over and over again. Teeth were pushed into the back of the man’s throat, and his eyes were popped like bubbles from the beating. He stomped on the man’s head with his size sixteen shit kickers when he let him go.
He was pulled back and turned to hit whoever stopped him from making the fucker at his feet into goo. He punched the man who dared to stop him and blocked a fist to his gut. It took Gregorio a moment to realize he was fighting Tony. “Shit. I’m sorry man.” He ran his hands through his hair, blood coating his blond locks, but he was uncaring of it. “Get Ned. I want those images found and destroyed.” Ned was the best hacker out there, and he was all theirs. “Fucking bastard. He had to have known that would set me off.” It seemed anything that had to do with Alessandra set him off.
“Will do.”
Greg looked at his best friend, a man who was every bit as large as he was but the complete opposite in color. Where Greg was fair like his Norse mother, Tony was a deep chocolate brown like his mother was. Tony’s momma was a priestess of Voodoo. She had held back who Tony’s father was until the day the bones told her to tell him. This was something Tony was still working to forgive her for since his father died less than a week after he came looking for him.
“We will ensure she’s protected. We all know what she means to you, and it's more than taking over her daddy’s business. She’s the only woman I have ever seen you have these emotions for. When you picked her up from that basement, I could see the pain in your eyes. I’ve known you for a very long time now, since I came to be here with my father twenty-five years ago, and we’ve been through a shitload together. Your family took me in when pops died, and we’ve been like brothers. Since she turned sixteen, I’ve seen you drooling over her. You fucking killed a man for jacking off to her when she was undressing in the pool house. You’re different with her than any-fucking-body else in this world. It’s not a bad thing. I’m just letting you know I see it. She’s important, and we will make sure she stays safe. Period. Now, enough about these emotions, let’s go and drink. I think we both need to get our minds off shit while Ned takes care of getting those images off the net.”
They had just drunk while they were in the Club, but Tony was right. Right now he needed to just forget, if only for a moment, what the man had said. As badly as he needed a fuck to keep himself from marching up to Alessandra’s room and taking her then and there, he wouldn’t and couldn’t do that to her. With what they had just found out, it was something Gregorio was fighting, hard.
“Something that’s bothering me,” Tony said while watching Greg clean off his shoes. “Why didn’t the boss come along with us to get his daughter?”
“The man hasn’t been in the field, in a fight, since his wife was killed. He’s soft and weak. I will never let myself become those two things.” Greg vowed this to himself. Yes, he wanted Alessandra. He felt uncomfortable and unknown things for her, but he wouldn’t become soft because of her. It would get both of them killed.
“Huh. So who are you going to assign as her guard now? Since her guards were killed at the country club? Who can you trust with her life?”
“There are only two men I trust and one implicitly. Those two are us, and the one is me. No offense, brother, but I’m more invested in her than you are.”
Tony laughed. “You are damn right you are. She’s cute, but she’s not my type.”
Greg understood that. Tony loved a little blonde woman. He fucked dark women, and dark haired women, but the woman he wanted was fair of complexion, and she had hair as white as the snow. Not from age, just a strange characteristic of her birth. “Speaking of, how is Renee? Have you heard anything
more?”
“No, and it's killing me. I can’t even find her now.”
“What do you mean?” Gregorio looked at his friend now and frowned. “She couldn’t disappear.”
“Well, she did. We fucked.” Tony paused and got a strange look on his face. Greg was going to ask about it when Tony continued to speak. “We did things I never thought of doing with a woman, and then I left that morning for our Tuesday meet with the guys at the Club. When I came back, she was gone. I fucked her without a condom. I’ve never done that, Greg. You know that.”
“Have you asked Ned to find her?”
“I have, and it's been five weeks with nothing.”
“Was she a narc?” Gregorio immediately thought the worst. Fucking cops used women all the time to try to get information from the men. The ones who wanted to survive in this life didn’t speak. The younger ones, the newer ones, shot their mouths off and ended up tied to a rock and tossed into the ocean with their bellies cut open to attract the sharks.
“No. She’s not a cop. She’s something softer. She’s unique. I don’t know who she really is, but I’m going to find out. Someway and somehow. In fact, I’ve sent a glass she touched to our contact inside the forensics lab.”
“Good. Pull whatever strings you need. Find her. Find her so you can be sure she’s not a cop. I know you trust her, but we have to think of the Family. We have to be sure.”
“I know, Boss. I will make sure she’s not a cop. If she is, then I will kill her myself.”
Greg just looked at Tony. He knew Tony wouldn’t kill her. She was under his skin. Greg had never seen Tony like this with any woman before in his life. It was likely how Tony saw Greg with Alessandra. That’s why Gregorio knew that if the woman were a cop, he would have to take care of her and not Tony. Just as Greg knew that if Alessandra were a narc someone else would have to take her out because she was the one person in the entire world he would never be able to harm in any way.