Desired Too

by Lessly, S. K.

  I glared. “Of course I know your name. What kind of shit-”

  “Yeah, that’s right! What kind of shit is that you sending one of your bodyguards over to me because you’re too busy with that skank you were with? Well, fuck you, Angel! I’m not that hard up for your attention.” She shook her head and chuckled. “No, all I needed was a simple acknowledgment from you. All you had to do was wave or nod in my direction, but no, you chose to ignore me. Well, I have news for you; I will not be ignored. In fact, Dirk has proven that he could give me all the attention I need. And we were just talking about whose place we were going to go to; his or mine.” She then looked over at him and smiled. “I think his. That way he can-”

  Now do you understand what she does to me? Do you see what I mean? She pushes and pushes until now I am losing my shit, grabbing her face, pushing her up against her car and sticking my tongue down her throat.

  She resisted at first, but a painful growl escaped my throat, and she instantly opened her mouth to me.

  Shit, when her tongue touched mine, I was fucking gone. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  I kissed her as if I couldn’t get enough of her taste because I actually couldn’t. I wanted more. I needed more. She moaned in my mouth raked her hands through my hair and gripped it tight.

  Forgetting where I was, I gripped her naked thigh, thankful as fuck that she was in a dress and placed it up on my hip. She moved back from my lips quickly, just as shit was about to get deep, and I knew she felt it.

  We stared at each other.

  I couldn’t fucking breathe. Every time I’ve kissed this woman, it’s as if she takes that ability away from me. It had been three years, and I craved her now just as I did then.

  “Shit, I’ve missed you,” I said to her because, hell, what else could I say? However, the crazy thing was, I meant that shit. I’d missed the hell out of this woman; this crazy, smart-mouthed, beautiful, sexy ass woman.

  “I’ve missed you too, Angel,” she whispered, and I had to say I was thrilled.

  “Why don’t you show me just how much?” I hissed.

  “Yeah and how do you want me to do that?” she asked, but I ignored her.

  Next stop: my place and under my sheets.

  She leaned against the car and we watched each other thoughtfully. I couldn’t wait to get to her body. I caressed her through her clothes, stroked the thigh that I still had against me before I released it, ready to taste her the moment we were in my apartment.

  Hell, maybe I’ll let her drive my car and I get my taste on the way. If I push the driver seat back, I can…

  “How long are you home for?”

  “Indefinitely.”

  It’s about fucking time!

  “Welcome home, baby.” My voice was uncontrollably profound and full of a need that I’d held strictly for her.

  My eyes traveled down the top of her dress, to my exceptions, and then went to her eyes. “Do you have any idea how bad I want to bury myself inside of you right now?”

  Raquel leaned into me and said, sweet as saccharin, “Really? Was it as bad as you wanted to with that girl who had her tits all over you in the club?”

  She tried to push me away, but that wasn’t happening. I felt my anger starting to rise right along with my dick. I kept a tight grip on her waist.

  Again, do you see who she is now? Do you see what she does to me? She’s my worse fucking nightmare.

  I heard someone clear their throat, so I looked up across the car and frowned when I saw “Casper.” This motherfucker was still there? What the fuck?

  “Is there a reason why you’re still here?” I asked him.

  “Angel…” I heard her whisper, but my eyes were on my new adversary and, wouldn’t you know it, Casper seemed to have some balls.

  He frowned and folded his arms. “Yeah, I wanted to make sure Raquel was okay.”

  “Well, you can see she’s okay,” I replied.

  “Uh huh,” he shrugged. “I’ll just wait until she tells me.”

  I raised my eyebrows at the now dead man. “Oh, you’ll wait? Is that what you just said to me?!”

  I let go of Raquel, backed up from her and walked around the car.

  This motherfucker must think I’m someone else.

  Realizing his mistake, he backed up from the car, but it was definitely too late. I saw Darrell coming up behind the little coward just as I moved from around the car. My mind pondered on what I could do to the little fuck. The steel behind my back was heating up, itching for me to pull it and release every frustrated emotion buried in me.

  If he didn’t know who I was, he would in just a few minutes.

  Before I reached behind me, past the point of caring I had an audience, someone suddenly attached their body to mine. I kept walking, moving her out of my way, until she jumped in my arms. My hands instantly went to her ass, catching her and the moment I felt her bare ass, I looked into a pair of determined brown eyes.

  Her breath was coming fast.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” she said to me, her mouth inches from mine.

  She then turned to the side. “Dirk, you can go. I'm okay. Thanks and nice meeting you.”

  I chuckled. Is this really happening?

  She turned again, realizing she didn’t hear receding footsteps and found he wasn’t alone; Darrell was standing directly behind him.

  She looked back at me. “Let him go, Angelo.”

  I frowned and she then, all of a sudden, got sweet. “Please, let him go. He’s just trying to be a gentleman since you went all caveman on me. He doesn’t know who you are, okay? Let him go this once for me.”

  Well shit, what am I to do about that? Therefore, I nodded to Darrell to let him go, but not before Darrell gut-punched the shit out of him as he went by. Casper dropped to the pavement, gripping his stomach and dry heaving. I held in my laugh as he slowly rose to his feet and stumbled away, clearly unable to completely right himself.

  “Why did he do that?!”Raquel squealed. “Why did you let him do that?”

  I ignored her. “Damn, I can’t wait to get inside you.”

  She unwrapped herself from me. “You’re crazy. Do you know that?”

  “Yes, but it seems you’ve forgotten how crazy I can be. Did you think for one second I was going to let you leave with that clown?”

  Raquel rolled her eyes. “Did you think for one second that I was actually going to leave with him? It’s clear you’ve forgotten who I am. I can’t believe you sent your goon to bully me. I can’t believe you’d ignore me like you did, and for what? So you can get laid? How was she, by the way? Did she give you what you wanted? Huh? No! You know what? I hope your dick falls off.”

  She turned from me and headed back to her car, but I didn’t let her get far. I grabbed her arm, pushed her up against the car, again, and pinned her to it with my body.

  “It seems you’ve forgotten who the fuck I am. But let me remind you.” I put my hands on the sides of her face, eyes steady on hers. “I sent Darrell over to you for a reason. And no, it wasn’t to bully you. It was to keep me from losing my shit. I know my limit, Raquel, and I reached my max a long time ago. Watching you tonight has done nothing but make me want to break every son of a bitch that touched you or even thought about touching you. I needed to keep my distance because if I didn’t, no doubt the little fuck you were dancing with and your little friendly ghost bitch ass wouldn’t have walked out of here on their own. So yeah, I needed a minute. All I wanted you to do was wait for me just for a few minutes, and I couldn’t get that from you.”

  I leaned in closer to her. “And what’s even more fucked up is that you’d think I didn’t know who you were, that I’d forgotten what we shared, the nights we’ve spent together. Your body wrapped up with mine, me stroking you deep, feeling you cum all over me, in my mouth, on my fingers, and hearing you scream my name is all I’ve been craving for since you left. Believe me, there’s no way in hell,
after seeing you, that I would want to touch another woman. I don’t care if you’re only here for a visit or if you’re here permanently… I. Was. Claiming. You. Tonight!” I leaned in to get my taste of her lips, but she moved her head and my lips landed on her soft neck. I closed my eyes and inhaled her, feeling my dick start to awaken. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, “That’s what you do to me, that’s who you are to me.”

  I gently kissed her ear, nibbled on her lobe, and ran my lips down her neck, savoring every taste, every shiver, and every moan that escaped her beautiful mouth.

  “Angel,” she cooed.

  I backed away and looked at her. “Come home with me right now, Raquel. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you. Let me caress every part of your body with my tongue, with my lips, just the way you like it, baby. Let me welcome you home, remind you what you’ve been missing all these years.”

  I could see it in her eyes; she was mine. All I had to do was take her hand and lead her to my car. Tonight, I was taking what belonged to me.

  As she followed without hesitation, I couldn’t stop the feelings that were starting to stir in me. It had been too long, and I couldn’t wait to finally get what I’d been wanting for a very long time.

  “What about my car?” she asked softly.

  “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about it. I just need your keys and…”

  I suddenly felt my phone vibrate on my hip, but I made no move to retrieve it. Unfortunately, I forgot fate was still testing me.

  I was about to open my car door for her when Darrell rushed toward me with his phone out. “Boss, it’s your brother.”

  I frowned. “Tell him I have shit to do,” I replied to him, but Darrell still held the phone out.

  “Yeah, I did, but he says the Don is requesting your presence.”

  Fuck. I took Darrell’s phone, hung it up and pushed it back to him.

  I looked at Raquel, knowing I wouldn’t get another moment like this again, or at least not without a fight. To be honest with you, I really shouldn’t give a fuck. I mean, pussy is pussy, and I could get it from anyone. It’s not as if I lacked offers. The problem was that I didn’t want anyone else’s pussy. I wanted hers. I craved hers.

  I caressed the side of her face with my finger, and she smiled at me, genuinely this time.

  “I guess you’ll welcome me home another time, huh?”

  “You better believe I will. Are you staying with your father?” I asked her.

  She shook her head and smiled. “Don’t worry about where I’m staying. Go see your father.”

  She moved from me and headed for her car. I followed and as she got to her door, I opened it.

  “Tell me where you’re staying, Raquel.”

  She sighed. “Why, Leo?”

  Hearing the nickname she coined for me reminded me again of our first night together. I really needed to feel her again.

  “You know why, Raquel. We have unfinished business.”

  “I beg to differ,” she replied.

  I brought my hands to the sides of her face again. “Baby, we have so much unfinished business to take care of, three years’ worth, and best believe I plan on making up for lost time.”

  I brought her lips to mine again and filled my mouth with a taste I could never forget. Her hands moved to my back, and I reached one of my hands to her ass and squeezed.

  Shit, I was about to say “fuck my father” when my phone went off again.

  She pulled back from me just as “Fuck” floated from my lips.

  “Have a good night, Angel,” she said ruefully.

  I knew that moment that this woman had a tight grip on my balls.

  I didn’t reply to her, though. I just watched her, touched her face, her arms, her back, anything I could to hold me over. I lightly grazed her lips with mine before I moved back so that she could get in the car.

  “You know you can’t hide from me. Don’t be surprised when you see me again soon.”

  She didn’t reply. She just gave me a skeptical look, then drove away.

  I turned and looked to one of the newbies, Stink, on my payroll who was dying to move up in my organization. I nodded before I pulled out my phone. He nodded once and went to his truck to do what I asked as I strode to my car, calling my father and letting him know that I was on my way.

  Chapter Four

  Angel

  I walked into Pop’s office and found him and my brother engrossed heavily in a conversation that I knew I wasn’t going to like.

  “What’s going on?” I asked as I moved further into the room. The Don leaned back in his chair and Eddie did the same. They both brought their eyes to me.

  He told me, “Your brother and I have been discussing the business.”

  “Yeah? What about it?” I replied as I sat down in front of my firing squad.

  “You’ve been fucking up, bro,” Eddie announced.

  “And how do you figure, bro?” I protested with venom laced all through my voice.

  “Angelo,” Pops admonished.

  I grew silent, showing respect, and pulled out the cigar that I kept in my inner pocket.

  Eddie frowned as I lit up and puffed.

  “Since when did you start smoking?” he asked.

  “Since I didn’t get the opportunity to put a bullet in your head, I’ve been forced to smoke these. It keeps me from killing you.”

  Eddie’s frown deepened, saying, “There’s no one stopping you.”

  I watched him smirking through the haze of my cigar smoke. He knew I wouldn’t do anything since my father gave him a pass. It didn’t mean that I liked it or that I accepted it. I was just buying time until he fucked up. When he did, guaranteed I’d be there with my Glock cocked and loaded.

  “You’re out of control, Angelo,” Pops spat.

  “How so?” I countered.

  “I’ve gotten word from the other families that you’ve been excessive with your… uh… education lessons, if you will.”

  I sat up. “No, Pops, I’ve been doing what’s necessary. Since we’ve let this asshole live, we’ve become weak in a lot of people’s minds.”

  Eddie stood and slammed his hand on Pop’s desk. “I’m sick of you saying that shit. I’m right here, motherfucker! You want me gone? Take your best shot.”

  “Eduardo, sit the fuck down!” Pops boomed, his voice going through both of our grown asses.

  It didn’t matter how old we got, we just didn’t go against our father. Eddie sat down and Pops brought out his own cigar. We both watched patiently as he cut it, then lit it. He leaned back himself, closed his eyes and let the rush of the tobacco hit him. Finally, he looked at me.

  “Regardless of what you think is going on, the way you’re going about it is incorrect. The education lessons that you are teaching are wavering on erratic and psychotic. If you want to make a statement by punishing people for going against the family, you make one, but make it good. There’s no need to keep repeating it. It makes you seem out of control, and I have to agree with everyone; you are completely out of control.”

  Since word had got around that Lincoln departed from the family, there were a few people, other major crime families in Philly, that had lost their fucking minds. They seemed to have forgotten what I was capable of, and the amnesia seemed to be an epidemic. For a while since Lincoln’s departure, I’d filled my days with nothing but knocking heads around, jarring their memories back. For the hardheaded motherfuckers… Well, you can guess what happened to them.

  My father claimed that I was a loose cannon, running on emotions rather than logic, and maybe he was right. However, it was his own doing. So, fuck it. People who tried me had felt every bit of my wrath and then some. In situations where I would have shown restraint in the past, now, my attitude was fuck it. I didn’t make any excuses for my behavior, and I didn’t give a shit who I destroyed in the process; my conscience be damned.

  “Pops, I’m only doing what I must.” I started to say more, but Pops
waved his hand, motioning me to be quiet and, like a good little soldier, I did.

  “I know why you’re doing it, Angelo, and it will stop today. You’ll also get your brother involved in our family business. Get him up to speed on everything. Its time.”

  I was already shaking my head. “Pops, I disagree. He and I aren’t in a good place.”

  “Oh, I’m fine,” Eddie replied and crossed his arms.

  “Okay, I’m not in the right place right now,” I told my father. “It’s not a good idea.”

  “Suck it up, son. It’s what I want and it will be.”

  Pops stood and placed his cigar on the side of his mouth. He mumbled, keeping the cigar tucked away, “You two need to figure out how to work together, or I’ll make you, and you don’t want that.”

  Pops moved from his chair and left the room. I sat there a moment, enjoying my cigar while my so-called brother sat across from me. He stared at me, but didn’t say a word.

  Finally having enough, I put out the cigar and stood. Eddie stood with me.

  “You’re really going to choose him over your flesh and blood?”

  I exhaled noisily and stared at him. It’s crazy; I’d asked him the same question months ago. His answer was evident then. Mine should be evident now. However, we had continued to have this conversation multiple times and most times, it didn’t end well. This time, I didn’t care to discuss this shit again. I moved to the door.

  “So you’ll turn your back on your flesh and blood too? Is that it?” Eddie asked.

  “You’re speaking about turning your back on someone. You’re the one that plotted to kill the very flesh and blood you’re looking at.”

  “I told you that I-”

  Cutting him off, I turned around and moved quickly to my brother. We stood chin to fucked up nose.

  I said to him, making it clear that I was losing my patience, “Cut the shit, Eddie. You may have our father fooled, but you don’t have me. I know you’re up to no good and best believe, bro, the moment I find out what it is, I’ll bury you myself; permission or not.”

  My brother looked up in my eyes, and I made sure he understood the threat that I posed, but also the promise.