City Of Sin: A Mafia & MC Romance Collection

by K. J. Dahlen

  “So, tell me what you do for fun?” I asked, trying his suggestion of changing the subject.

  “Well, I’m pretty busy with the…” he paused. “…with work.”

  I could tell he was trying not to get in another fight, and not to mention his family.

  “But when I do get free time, I like to hang out with the guys. There’s this club I go to, Kitty’s, that’s pretty fun. I also like to go on trips. I went to Vegas last month and I’m going to...well, I was supposed to go to Italy this summer.” He looked somber for a moment. “Was gonna go see my great grandparents’ home.” He went quiet for another moment. “How bout you?” he asked looking up at me.

  I felt so much less worldly than him. I didn’t go out to clubs at all. My father would kill me if I went to a club like Kitty’s. I knew it was a strip club. Lina told me about it. She’d worked there a few weeks before she got a job at Bombalones. That’s where she met Marco. I’d always wanted to go, and I’d even asked Donnie if I could go once. He said he needed to check with my father. I told him just to forget about it. “I mostly hang around here when I’m not in school. I go to the University of Chicago.”

  “I went there for business,” Dante said. “I lived in Caldwell Hall. Which dorm is yours?”

  “I commute,” I responded. I’d wanted to live on campus but my father was hesitant enough to even let me go to college, let alone live there. I was an adult, and I could move out, but I knew I never would. First of all, I couldn’t support myself, and second, moving out would hurt my parents. I didn’t want to hurt them intentionally.

  “What’s your major?” he asked.

  “I’m going for business too. I’m not sure what I want to do.” That part was a lie. I wanted to be an attorney. I just hadn’t told anyone that.

  “You’re young,” he said. “You have plenty of time to decide.”

  “I’m not that young,” I argued. “I’m twenty-three. I’m graduating this spring.”

  “Well congratulations. Your parents must be proud.”

  My face fell. They weren’t actually. My father didn’t see the need for me to get a degree saying he could provide for me and that my husband should be able to as well. My mom supported me, but her only aspirations were to be a good mother and wife, so she didn’t understand my need for an education.

  Dante must have mistook my look because he quickly added, “I know, no family talk. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “So, you said you cook. What’s your favorite thing to make?”

  “There are so many things I love to cook. I love to bake mostly. You should taste my tiramisu.”

  He smiled… a genuine smile. “Yes, I should. Will you make it for me?”

  I laughed.

  “You know, if I’m still here for dinner tomorrow.”

  “Sure,” I answered. I really did hope he was here.

  “How about favorite music, favorite TV show, favorite movie?”

  “It’s hard to pick just one type of music and I don’t watch too much TV. Favorite movie is easy. I love the movie My Cousin Vinny.”

  He laughed. “Really? I thought it would be The Notebook or some other chick flick like that.”

  “I like those, I guess, but I really love comedies, and the way he argued was so great. I just love it.”

  “I like comedies and action-adventures of course. There is this one movie, it’s called The Princess Bride. I think it’s hysterical.”

  “I love that movie!” I exclaimed.

  “As you wish,” Dante said with a smile.

  He and I continued talking, just getting to know each other. We kept it light. He did seem arrogant in some ways, but he was also down to earth in others. I liked having someone to talk to who wasn’t on my father’s payroll.

  I didn’t even hear anyone in the hall outside of his door until I heard the beeping of numbers getting punched in. “Shit!” I whispered, jumping up and moving to the door. What the fuck would I say about being here? I’d dropped off dinner hours ago.

  I reached out and flicked off the lights as if somehow, I could hide in the dark and whoever was coming in wouldn’t turn them on. The only light was now coming from the crack under the door. I could make out Dante. He was lying flat on his back. He looked like he was asleep.

  The door opened slowly. I only hoped it was Donnie. I might be able to convince him to keep quiet. I didn’t think I’d have much of a chance with Marco and not a shot in hell with my father.

  I held my breath. Whoever opened the door didn’t come in. The door closed again. I waited without moving.

  Finally, Dante sat up. “You still there?” he whispered.

  “Yeah,” I said, not turning on the light, feeling my way to his bed using the soft glow from the hall.

  “Thank you for staying with me tonight,” Dante said, still whispering. His hand reached out and felt for mine. His fingers found my knee, then moved up my thigh to where my hand rested. He squeezed my hand softly and I squeezed his back.

  He let go and I thought that was it, but he slid his hand up my arm and to the back of my neck. He gently pulled me down toward him.

  I allowed it, leaning in to kiss him.

  This kiss was soft, sensual, unhurried, and far more meaningful than the first ones we’d shared that night. He pulled back and his forehead rested against mine. “Please come again tomorrow night. If I’m still alive that is.”

  “Do you think there’s a chance?” I asked.

  He lifted my chin. “I’m gonna try like hell, just to see you again.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “If not, know I died with you on my mind.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Now go. I don’t want you caught down here.”

  It was hard to leave him, but he was right, I knew I had to. I moved silently through the basement and the main floor of the house. I saw Donnie walking in the living room. He was looking outside and didn’t even notice me walk behind him and up the stairs. I crept silently down the hall to my room. I hit a loose floorboard and paused. No one came out, so I continued down the hall to my room.

  Once inside, I closed the door and ran to my bed. Tonight had been wonderful. I ran my fingers over my lips where he’d kissed me. Maybe I was making more of it than it had been. For him it had been another girl he’d kissed. I’d heard the talk about his reputation. He’d said himself that he hung around a strip club. I couldn’t compete with girls like that, yet he’d seemed genuinely interested in me.

  I couldn’t get the kiss out of my mind, or the way my body had responded when he’d slid his hand under my shirt. He had made me feel things I’d never felt before. I brought my fingers up to my nipple like he’d done. It felt good, but nothing like when he’d touched me.

  When I was with him, I had stopped it because he was moving too fast. But after we’d talked, if he had tried it again, I’d have allowed it. I would have allowed more, too. What would happen if I’d stayed? What would happen if he were there tomorrow? He’d asked me to come back. I could pretend to ponder the decision, but I knew that I’d be going back. The only real question was if he’d be there or not. I knew deep down, I wanted him to be. I fell asleep with thought of his mouth and hands on my body.

  4

  Dante

  Jesus fuck, she was hot. I’d known who she was when she’d walked into the room, though I’d never known much about her. What I had known was that she was the only daughter, the only child of Franco Morelli. I didn’t think she had a boyfriend. I heard Franco was very overprotective of her. I didn’t blame Franco. If my daughter looked like that, I wouldn’t let anyone near her either. But I had been near her. Hell, I’d tongue fucked her and had felt her perky tit beneath my fingers. When that fucker went to put a bullet between my eyes, I’d make sure to mention how much his daughter liked me and how hard she’d made me when she moaned in my ear as I played with her nipple.

  I relived that moment over and over, my cock growing harder by the minute. I wished I would be able to sink my
dick into that pussy. How sweet it would have been to tell Franco I’d fucked his only daughter’s brains out. I kept telling myself this was the reason I wanted her so badly. It had nothing to do with the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach when I thought about her. It was pure lust and revenge I kept telling myself. There was no way in hell I was falling for anyone, much less a Morelli.

  It was different with her, though. I couldn’t say she had a better body than any woman I’d ever fucked. She didn’t. And she wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, though she was gorgeous. But she was the most interesting, most attractive woman I’d ever met.

  At first, I’d kissed her to shock her. I thought she’d slap me and leave the room. I assumed she’d tell her father who would come down and end it for me. It wasn’t like I had a death wish, but I didn’t want to be tortured, and I wanted one last dig, so him knowing that I’d shoved my tongue down the throat of his little princess was great motivation.

  And when she’d stayed, I made another move. I couldn’t believe she let my touch her tit over her shirt, let alone under. Something about touching her breast though, that felt so different. I wasn’t a guy who would ever force myself on a woman, but there was something exciting about a challenge. With Annalisa, there was a chance she would say no. That never happened to me. Women had always said yes to anything I wanted.

  As soon as I was old enough to want sex, I’d had it. I’d lost my virginity and had a threesome in the same night. Every woman at the club wanted to fuck me. I liked to think that it was because I was hot and good in bed, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was because of who I was, who my family was. Part of that was why I never took girls out on dates and was rarely with the same girl twice.

  I knew my reputation and I didn’t fuck a different girl every night though I suppose I could have. If it was a piece of ass I wanted, I went after it. I couldn’t imagine wanting the same piece of ass over and over again though. Sure, I had a few regular girls, Jessie, who did amazing blow jobs and Nikki, who was a little freak and loved it up the ass. I’d stop in and pull either of them in a back room for my usual, but it was nothing more than sex. We’d never had more than a five minute conversation. I’d never had more than a five minute conversation with any woman other than my sister and mother, and even those had gotten shorter and shorter in the past few years.

  I had absolutely no interest in dating or getting to know women, which was why what had happened with Annalisa had been so strange. Initially, I’d asked her to stay because I figured the longer she stayed, the more likely she’d be caught in the room with me. I wanted someone to catch her there with me. I’d let it slip that I’d felt her up and kissed her. I didn’t think I’d actually give a shit about anything she said, but when we started arguing about our fathers and she defended her family, and told me off, I thought it was both sexy and sweet at the same time.

  People didn’t tell me off and it was quite a turn on as was her…opening up and telling me things about herself. I felt like I could open up about myself too, and I felt like she really listened. The more she talked, the more I found myself wanting to hear what she had to say.

  I’d even surprised myself when someone came to check on me. It’d been what I’d originally wanted, someone to catch her in my room, but when the time came, I didn’t want her to get caught. I could have said it was because I hadn’t finished using her yet, but the truth was, I didn’t want her in trouble, and I didn’t want what we had going, whatever it was, to end quite yet.

  I thought about how the night had ended, with her on the bed next to me. The kiss we’d shared was unlike any I’d ever had, or at least like any I’d remembered. It was soft, tentative, exploratory. It wasn’t just something to do with our mouths while we were fucking.

  I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind. They way her body felt, the way her lips moved on mine. Thinking about it was causing me a growing problem. No matter how hard my cock got at the thoughts of her, I refused to jerk off. I hadn’t jerked off since I was 14. There was no need. As I said, there was always a woman more than eager to take care of that for me.

  Yet, none of my past helped me with my current problem. I decided to sleep it off. I fell into a restless sleep filled with dreams of my angel. Her wet pussy sliding up and down on my cock as she rode me, her bent over as I slammed into her from behind, her lips wrapped around my cock.

  She’d come back to me in the middle of the night wanting and needing more. Without a word, she’d stripped and began riding me. The cuff was magically gone, so I could fuck her properly. She’d been eager to clean her cum from my cock and was sucking it even better than Jessie did. “That’s it angel. So good. Suck my dick Baby.”

  “Yeah, not gonna happen.”

  The voice was all wrong. I opened my eyes to see that asshole from yesterday staring at the tent I had going in my pants.

  He laughed. “That’s a problem you’re gonna have to take care of yourself.”

  I wasn’t ashamed of my boner. I knew I’d been blessed with a big cock. “What? No conjugal visits? What the fuck kind of prison is this?”

  He laughed.

  I don’t know why I liked this guy. He was after all likely to be the one to kill me. But I did. He was a smartass and I liked that. If I ever got out of here, I’d love to have him as one of my men, but I bet he was a loyal fucker too.

  My men were all loyal too. I’d tolerate a lot of shit but disloyalty wasn’t one of them. My main right hand man was Jimmy DiMatto.

  Jimmy was smart but he wasn’t very creative. He had way too many girls and I didn’t like how he treated them. You might think with my reputation that I didn’t treat women well, but this was different. Jimmy hit women. He never came out and said it, but I could tell from the bruises I sometimes saw on his wife Viv. I even wondered if he was hitting his daughters.

  “Hey fuck face, you want to go to the bathroom or not?”

  I guess Marco had been talking to me.

  I looked at my wrist handcuffed to the bed, my other arm strapped to the side keeping my shoulder in place. “Are you going to hold it for me?”

  “You wish,” he said laughing. “I was going to let you go use the bathroom and wash up but if you want to be a dick about it, I can leave you here to piss the bed.”

  Was he really going to let me loose? I wondered if I could fight my way out of this room and out of the house.

  “Yeah, you really can’t.” It was as if he’d read my thoughts. “And you wouldn’t get but a few feet. I’m not the only one in this house. But if you want to try it, we can arrange by putting a bullet in your other shoulder too.”

  I sighed, knowing that trying to escape without a plan would be stupid. The fact I was still alive, that someone had fed me and he was letting me piss meant there might be hope for me. To me, it at least meant they didn’t plan on killing me in the immediate future. I decided to play along. “So how’s this going to work then?”

  “I’m going to leave you the key to your handcuff. You can use it when I leave the room. Go freshen up in the bathroom and do whatever you want in there. Then put the keys on the dresser by the door, get back into bed and cuff your hand. If you can do this, maybe I’ll let you keep your cuffs off while you move around the room and you’ll only have to put them on when I’m working in here. Besides, Boss wants to talk to you later anyway.”

  “I’m not going to tell him anything,” I stated. It was the truth. I didn’t plan on telling him anything, yet I wondered if I’d give him a little something, so I could make it another day, another night.

  Marco chuckled. “Yeah, you not saying anything might be for the best. All I’ve heard from you was you calling me a homo, telling me to suck your dick, and asking me to hold it while you pissed. I don’t think the boss will think it’s as funny as I do. If I were you, I’d keep my fucking mouth shut.” He didn’t say anything more, just tossed me the key ring and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in like 15 minutes,” he said. “
You need to be back in bed.”

  It seemed like it had to be a trick, but I tried the key in the cuffs and it opened them. My wrist was red and raw from the cuff. I had to admit, it would have been nice to not have to wear them all the time. Then again, how long did they plan on keeping me? In my family, guys were only kept a few hours, sometimes a day if we were trying to get information. In general, if you couldn’t get what you wanted from a guy by squeezing him for a day, you were never going to get it and you should save both of yourself the time and pop his fucking ass.

  I threw my legs to the side of the bed and stood. I felt a bit dizzy. I wondered if it was from blood loss or from the shit Marco had injected me with. I walked slowly to the door he’d called a bathroom. I was expecting a bucket or some shit, a prison toilet at best. It turned out it was a full bathroom, and while I was tempted to take a shower, I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea with my shoulder.

  Instead, I just bathed myself using a washcloth and the sink. It felt nice being able to use a real bathroom. Someone had come in the room while I’d been in the bathroom because there was a tray of food on the dresser and a clean set of clothes on the bed. They weren’t exactly in style, but I could make do with a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt.

  I couldn’t help but wonder if Annalisa had been the one to bring the food and clothes. If it had been, I wondered why she hadn’t said anything when she’d been here. Maybe she wasn’t alone and couldn’t. Maybe last night had been a fluke thing, or maybe she regretted it and wanted nothing to do with me. It was an awful feeling thinking that might be the case. It wasn’t like I’d never been rejected by a girl. It had happened occasionally, but this was the first time I cared. I didn’t like the feeling at all.

  My shoulder still hurt like a mother fucker, and putting on a t-shirt was not a fun task. When I was finally dressed, I sat down on the bed with my plate. There were scrambled eggs, toast and bacon, a simple meal, and it was delicious. I finished eating, set my plate on the dresser, and tried the door. Who knew? Dumber things had happened. It was locked though, so I grudgingly cuffed my wrist once again.