I finger the ring in my pocket nervously. I just got it back from the jeweler. I had it custom designed for her to match her owl earrings. It took a little convincing, but now that she doesn’t fear losing them, she never wears anything else. I thought rubies in her engagement ring would be a nice touch. It’s the entire reason I wanted to play today. I need her to do this for me. We need this.
“You know you love it,” she teases me. As she says the words I slip the ring on her finger. She pulls back with a gasp and stares down at the diamond. She covers her mouth with her other hand.
“Marry me, Catherine.” I tell her simply. I want everyone everywhere to instantly know she’s mine. Always.
She nods her head as tears slip down her cheeks. She rises from her chair and wraps her arms around my neck as she says, “Yes, Anthony.”
“I love you, Catherine,” I whisper as I lean down for a kiss.
“I love you too, Anthony.”
Epilogue
Catherine
I type away and continue hitting the keys even though I hear him coming. I just have to get this thought out before I forget. I was hit with a wave of inspiration for this scene and I don’t want to lose it. I’ve been writing steadily ever since we moved into the new house. My office has a huge window, just like it did at our old place. Well, this one’s even bigger, but the feeling is the same.
He walks up behind me at the back of my desk and rests his hands on my shoulders, but other than that, he doesn’t interrupt. It only takes a minute for me to finish my thought and when I do, I’m quick to look up at him and give him a small smile. I reach my hand behind his neck and pull him down to me for a kiss.
“Mmm.” He hums against my lips. “What is my naughty girl up to?” I blush at his low tone and rest my head against his chest.
“I wanted to write our story.” I feel him stiffen behind me, but I keep going and decide to spill it all. “All of our stories.”
“Kitten,” Anthony says in an admonishing tone.
“No, no. It’s fiction. Under a pen name. No one will ever know.” I look up at him searching for approval. I love romance novels, and I just have to write all these love stories I’ve heard. The whole family is filled with fairytales, albeit dirty smutty fairytales, that have to be told. I’ve never felt compelled so much in my life to write them down. Ours will be last, because in my completely unbiased opinion, it’s the best.
He smirks at me and places a hand on the nape of my neck, massaging slightly. “Can I read them?”
“If you want to.” I wouldn’t be shocked if he did. He reads over my work from time to time. I used to think he was making sure that I wasn’t trying to put clues or hints out there for someone to come rescue me from him. As if. But then he started doing things in bed that were incredibly familiar from my blogs and columns.
“Well, I definitely want to read ours. I wanna know what my kitten was thinking when I brought her home.” He smiles warmly at me with love in his eyes before leaning down to give me a sweet kiss. My chest warms with his affection.
“I have a question I need to know… for the story.” I don’t know what he’ll answer. But I really do want to know. “Why didn’t you have me call you master?” I ask him.
It takes him a moment to answer. “I knew from the second I saw you that I would be just as much a slave to you as you would ever be to me. If not more.” Tears prick my eyes. I fucking love his answer. “Doesn’t matter what you call me, babe,” he says as he tips my chin up so I have to look at him, “You’ll always be my kitten.”
“You’ll always be my bad boy.” That earns me a chuckle as I lean into his chest savoring how happy we both are.
It might not be ideal or perfect, but I’m more than satisfied with my happily ever after.
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Bad Girl
A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
(Valetti Crime Family)
Winter Willows
Dedicated to Donna and Cheryl
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Prologue
Tonya
Tommy
I push the cuffs together and grin when I hear them click, click, click, as they slowly tighten around her wrists. She’s not going anywhere now.
“Tommy, please,” I plead with him. My pussy clenches as his hot breath tickles my neck, sending shivers down my body and making my nipples harden. I don’t even know why I’m begging him. This is exactly what I wanted. He’s what I need.
“I told you to stay away,” I whisper into the crook of her neck. My hand travels slowly up her thigh, sending tremors down her body.
I rock my pussy into his hand as his fingers shove my panties to the side. I shouldn’t want this, but I do. And I fucking love it. He pushes his hand harder against my pussy, letting me take my pleasure from him. Even though my eyes are closed, I know he’s smirking at me for giving in to him.
“You knew what I’d do to you if you came around, didn’t you?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer.
“Yes,” I whisper as his fingers gently circle my clit, sending a hot wave of pleasure through my body.
“You deliberately disobeyed me, didn’t you?” I ask her as I slowly push two thick fingers into her welcoming heat. She arches her back and pulls against her restraints. She’s so fucking wet. So ready for me.
I bite my bottom lip and muffle my moans of pleasure. He pulls his hand away, leaving me wanting, and my eyes pop open, already missing his touch. My body sags on the bed as I pant, waiting for him.
I’m the muscle of the familia, and under investigation. This shit isn’t supposed to happen. But I want her. And I always get what I want.
I’m a cop. I shouldn’t be fucking around with a thug like him. I should know better, but my body is begging for his touch. And I can’t tell him no.
Just one more time, before I have to say goodbye.
Just one more time, before it all comes to an end.
“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” I give her clit a light smack with the back of my hand before climbing off the bed to unzip my jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
“I’m your bad girl.” My voice is barely above a murmur as he climbs between my legs. It hurts saying the words, because after today, I’ll never see him again. I can’t. But I want to be his bad girl.
That’s right, she’s mine. All fucking mine. At least right now she is.
I wish I could just stay here in this moment. I don’t want this to end.
I slam my dick into her tight pussy all the way to the hilt, and stay deep inside her as her walls clench around me. She screams out and bucks against me, trying to get away, but all she needs is a moment to adjust. She feels so fucking good. Each time is better than the last. I’ll never be able to fuck this broad out of my system.
My body tingles with an icy sensation as he pounds into me. Every nerve ending feels lit up, ready to spark, threatening to go off and consume me. The bed dips with each thrust and I instinctively pull against the cuffs, needing to touch him. The only sounds are the clinking of metal, our frantic breathing, and his hard thrusts.
Her heels dig into my ass, wanting more as I rut between her legs. My fingers dig into her hips to keep her still, to make her take it. She asked for this; she begged for this by coming to me again.
I tilt my hips as he pushes deeper inside of me. A strangled cry escapes my throat as he pushes me to the brink of pain, then leaves me wanting more. He pulls out almost all the way, teasing me, but gives me what I need before I have to beg for it.
My ears are filled with the sexy sounds of her moaning. She’s so loud that she’s almost drowning out the sounds of my dick slamming into her hot cunt. I fucking love it. It encourag
es me to fuck her harder. I never want to stop hearing her cries of pleasure.
He slams into me and groans, the sound lingering in the hot air between us. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. My body heats in waves, and the tips of my fingers and toes go numb. I’m so close. I moan and whimper, and stare into his dark eyes as my orgasm hits me with a force that renders my scream silent.
The sight of her cumming on my dick is my undoing. I press my body against hers and thrust with short, shallow pumps, filling her until our combined cum leaks down and onto the sheets.
He kisses the crook of my neck, and I turn my head to eagerly take his lips with my own. My heart clenches in pain as I surrender all of my passion into our final kiss. Tears threaten to fall, but I push them away. I know this was our last time, but I don’t want it to be over.
I keep my lips on hers as I reach up and unlock her cuffs with the key. As soon as one wrist is free, her hand’s in my hair, pulling me closer to her.
I just need to feel him; I need to remember this. I don’t want it to end. I wish I could live in this moment forever.
As I pull away, I see her eyes are closed and I know she wants this, too.
I wanna make her happy; I wanna keep my bad girl. And I will.
Everything and everyone else be damned. I can’t say goodbye to her.
I’m not letting her go.
Three weeks earlier
Tommy
I run my hand through my hair and take another look out of the window. Nothing yet. My apartment is a few stories up, but I can see down below to the first floor from here. I’m expecting a few cop cars to show up any minute now, sirens blaring. We got word a little earlier from the judge that he had to approve my arrest. He’s in our pocket, but there’s only so much even he can do.
They have enough to bring me in for questioning, so I just need to keep my mouth shut. And I can do that--I’ve had plenty of practice.
“Quit worrying,” my brother says from the other side of the living room. I turn to face Anthony as he pours more whiskey into our glasses. The ice clinks softly against the glass as he hands me my drink before taking a sip from his. “At least this will give you something to do.” He chuckles at his own joke.
“Yeah, I'm bored to fucking tears.” I've been keeping a low profile, which means no family business. I don't know what the fuck to do with myself. I'm used to going out and getting shit done. Instead I'm holed up, waiting for this to be over. I miss being out there and making sure the Valettis are still respected and feared like we should be.
I'm the best of the best at keeping that fear alive. I'm six-foot-two, and muscle on top of muscle. I know some fucker is going to mess with our shit. They always do. And right now I can't do shit about it. Instead I'm sitting here on my ass, being a good little boy while the judge works his magic and Kane takes over my position.
“It's not like this is your first time.” He smirks at me and I grunt a humorless laugh.
Anthony does the hits, and all the shit behind the scenes. He’s never been taken in, not like the rest of us in the familia. Lucky fucker. When you work on the streets like I do, you get hauled in every once in awhile. Usually it doesn’t faze me, but this is different. I'm not gonna lie, it'd be nice to get a gig like Anthony's and not have to deal with this shit.
The first time I was taken in was back when I was 22 years old. A low-life asshole thought he could steal from us. He was a fucking idiot. No one steals from us Valettis. We’re well-known, feared, and respected. More so now than we were back then. But junkies will do whatever it takes to get their next hit. The poor bastard knew it was coming, too.
I found the fucker shooting up outside of a strip joint. He was in the back alley. Couldn’t even wait till he got home, I guess. It doesn’t bother me much now, but back then it took a toll on me. I hadn’t toughened up yet. I broke his arm first. I learned that from my pop. Grab, twist, and crack. That way it’s more difficult for them to fight back. He didn’t even see me coming until his arm was busted and hanging limp at his side. I had to rough him up a bit. It was one of my first errands, and I knew the familia would go checking up behind me to see what kind of a job I'd done.
We agreed on new terms to the deal while he sat huddled in his own piss in that dark, filth-covered alley. And by that I mean he agreed to pay it all back with hefty interest by the next day. I have no clue if he ever paid up. I can’t imagine if and how he did, but then again, that’s not my job. And I don’t ask questions.
Unfortunately, a little old lady saw us and decided to do the right thing. She stood at the entrance to the alley. I remember how her silhouette blocked the golden glow illuminating us from the street light. She was a small, frail woman in a cardigan, and had a plastic bag from the drugstore next door hanging from her wrist. When I looked her in the eyes, daring her to reach for her phone, she looked back with no fear at all. Feisty old woman.
I didn’t bother dealing with her the way we normally handle witnesses. I figured the punk would live, but his ass wasn’t going to press charges. That, and I’d only killed once before. That fucker had it coming to him, but this woman didn’t. I wasn’t getting her blood on my hands.
The prick ran out of the alley ahead of me and knocked her to the ground as she dialed the police. Having done my part, I took off and prayed she wouldn’t be able to identify me. After all, it was dark, I was clad in all black, and I never got close enough to her so she could really see me. Or so I thought.
Old bat did see me though, and the cops knew exactly who she was describing. They know we’re the mob, so they’re always waiting for a chance to pin something on us. And I gave it to them, like a dumbfuck. Uncle Dante reamed me out pretty good. He was the Don back then, before his son Vince took over.
Luckily, nothing ever came of it. A night in the slammer, and I was a free man. That was the first time. Since then I’ve been careful, but occasionally we get pulled in for questioning. It’s rare to spend a night in jail, though. Not when we have the best lawyer money can buy, and more than enough cops and judges on our payroll to make up our own court system. We always know when we’ll be detained ahead of time, so we’re always prepared.
But this time, fuck--this time it could be the real thing for me. The uncertainty surrounding this arrest is different from all the other times, and I don’t like it.
“You’re gonna be fine,” Anthony says, taking a seat on my sofa. He drapes his arms across the back of the grey leather couch, and I wish I were as relaxed as him. I've never been envious of Anthony. He's a few inches shorter than me, and between the two of us, I'm the bigger pussy magnet. But right now I wish I'd been smart like him and and taken a job that didn't have me risking my neck like this.
“He said there’s a good bit of evidence,” I point out. Those are the words I keep hearing. Good bit of evidence.
“What are they gonna charge you with, huh?” He takes a swallow of his whiskey and leans forward, setting his drink down on the glassy surface of the coffee table before answering his own question. “Doing their job for ‘em?” He says it sarcastically with a raised brow.
We got into a tight spot with some business partners, Abram Petrov and his crew. He was a big fucking deal, along with his supposed second-in-command Vadik Mikhailov. They took over international territories like it was nothing. Then he came here and wanted us to deal in the sex trafficking industry. That’s not our thing. Unfortunately, when you tell people 'no' in our line of business, cutting ties takes on a whole new meaning.
“Murder, that one’s legit,” I finally respond. Thirteen dead members of Petrov’s crew were left at the scene, along with twelve women we made certain were safe in the back room. We had a heads-up from Kane about Petrov's plan to murder us, so Petrov and his crew went down easier since they didn’t know our ambush was coming.
Now the cops are trying to pin it all on me. I was the one stupid enough to leave evidence behind. Usually the clean-up crew gets all of it. But this time, they d
idn’t. It’s not like I was sloppy--I’m never sloppy. Shit just falls through the cracks sometimes. And this time it might fuck me over real good.
“Stop sweating it. They’re just trying to get something from you,” Anthony points out, still trying to reassure me. I should listen to Anthony. My brother’s got great intuition, and he’s always right. “I’ll be there to pick you up when you’re done, waiting right outside.” He picks up his drink again, taking another pull before continuing. “And I bet the ice in my drink won’t even be melted by the time you’re getting into my ride.” He swirls the ice around in the glass for emphasis as he says it.
He keeps my gaze, but I have to break it. I have a sick feeling in my gut. Vince says it’ll be fine, that the judge says some of the evidence is inadmissible. But some is not all, and something deep down is telling me they’re going to get me this time. It was way too big of a scene to clean up. Too much shit on our turf. We’ve been laying low, but it’s going to blow up in our faces. I just know it.
Tilting my head to the left and right, I crack my neck on both sides. I down the remainder of my glass, savoring the sensation of the cold liquid mixed with the hot burn of the whiskey. It slides down my throat and warms my chest. That’s when I hear them. I take a heavy breath and roll out my shoulders, knowing they’ll be hurting once the cuffs are on. Gotta loosen them up now. Somehow, hearing the wail of the sirens get louder as they approach puts me at ease. Maybe it’s just the waiting part that irritates me.
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