by B. B. Hamel
“I don’t see shit.”
She stopped in front of me, her fucking eyes wide, pleading.
“This war is for everyone but us.”
“This war is for me. You started this war too, you know.”
“I never meant for this to happen,” she said softly.
“Your people came at me first. I never asked for that.”
“I know that.”
“Give me a solution to this. Give me a way out that doesn’t involve killing a bunch of your family members.”
She bit her lip, looking away. I could see the pain in her face clear as day. I hated talking to her this way, but it was all the truth. If she wanted this war to end, she was going to need a way to stop it.
But she didn’t have one. We both knew it.
“You have nothing,” I said. “This is happening, Kaley, and you can’t stop it.”
I saw the anger flare up in her face again at that moment. She raised her hand and went to slap me, but I caught her wrist and laughed.
“Hitting me isn’t going to help.”
“Bastard,” she said. “You fucking bastard.” She struggled, and I had to grab her other wrist. “Stop it. Stop all this. You fucking bastard.”
“Struggle all you want, princess, but it’s happening.”
“You fucking bastard.” She was furious, so angry, and she looked so fucking delicious.
I could feel my cock, hard as fuck, in my pants. I yanked her hard against me and crushed my mouth against hers.
She struggled for a second, too pissed to do anything, but I held her there.
And finally, she gave in, kissing me back.
I knew she would. She was pissed, I could feel it in her body, and I wasn’t feeling much better.
But she was so fucking delicious, and her pussy was all mine. We both knew it. Even if she was angry, she couldn’t resist me, couldn’t stop herself from sucking my cock, from letting me fuck her until she came, screaming.
I kissed her hard in my office, holding roughly onto her wrists, my cock hard as hell.
27
Kaley
I was so angry.
I couldn’t believe how angry I was. I couldn’t think anymore as I went after Vince. I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, even though I knew I was half his size and he could throw me around the room no problem. I wanted to get him anyway.
He didn’t care about killing my family. All he cared about was his own mob and himself. He was a selfish bastard, and in that moment, I wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting me.
And when he grabbed my wrists, I felt something else inside me mixed up with that anger.
It was lust. Pure, simple lust. My pussy was soaking wet as he held my wrists, controlling me, pressing me back. I was so angry still, but suddenly all I wanted was to feel his rough lips against mine, to let him fuck me rough and deep.
And when he kissed me, I thought for a second that he could read my mind. Somehow he knew what I wanted, that I was dripping wet for him, excited beyond belief by his strength and my anger. His kiss was rough and hard and passionate.
He pressed me back, up against a filing cabinet, pinning my hands to either side of me. He kissed me hard, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his lips traveled down my neck.
“You act like you hate me,” he said, “but really, you just want my thick cock between your legs.”
“Bastard,” I said, but he was right.
“Good. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”
“Bastard. You’re such an asshole.”
He kissed my lips again, and I moaned softly, pushing myself against him.
He let go of one wrist and began to unbutton my shorts. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand down my panties, pressing his fingers against my soaked clit.
“God, you’re fucking wet for me,” he said. “You can call me what you want, but this fucking cunt doesn’t lie.”
“I’m wet, but you’re still a bastard.”
He grinned, slipping his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and groaned.
“Yeah, I’m a fucking bastard,” he said. “And you can’t help yourself around me.”
“Shit,” I moaned.
His fingers pressed deep inside me and then slipped back out, finding my soaked clit with rough circles. He kissed me again fiercely, and I gave myself over to him completely.
The anger was still there, but it was tempered by pure desire. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, fuck me rough, make me forget about all this awful crap. I knew that he could make me feel good, make me feel amazing, and I was ready to let him.
I grabbed his hair with my free hand and pulled. He grunted, smiling, as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and grabbed harder.
“You want this rough?” he grunted. “You want to fucking play?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck me rough, Vince. Show me how much of a bastard you are.”
He laughed and released my other hand. He yanked my shorts and panties down. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
He reached back between my legs and began to fuck my pussy with his fingers. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held on as he fucked me with his fingers, rolling back toward my clit. I moaned, loving it.
“That’s right, girl,” he said. “Give in to it. You know what you really fucking want.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You want me. You always have.”
He pulled his fingers out and pulled my shirt off. I let go of his hair as he tossed the shirt aside. He quickly unbuckled his belt and then reached into his pocket, grabbing a condom. He grinned as he looked at me and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles.
I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him, biting my lip. I was wearing only my bra in his office, and although someone could walk in, I didn’t care. I just wanted his rough hands all over my body, his thick cock deep between my legs.
He pushed me back against the cabinet roughly, and I gasped. He grinned as he opened the condom and rolled it down over his cock.
“You fucking little princess,” he said. “You sure you want this cock?”
“Fuck me, Vince,” I said. “Don’t be nice.”
He laughed as he stepped toward me. He grabbed my hair hard, tipping my head back and kissing my neck. His fingers fucked me again roughly, and I moaned, loving the way he handled me.
Suddenly he reached down and hooked his arms around my legs. He lifted me up and pressed my back against the cabinet. I wrapped my arms around my neck with a gasp, shocked by how easily he lifted me.
He grinned as he slowly lowered me down, my legs spread wide. His cock pressed deep inside my pussy, spreading me wide open, filling my every inch.
“Fuck,” he said. “Your pussy is like fucking magic.”
“Come on, Vince,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
He began to thrust into me. His arms held me pressed against the cabinet as he fucked me, not bothering to be gentle. He fucked me rough and hard, holding me there.
His cock thrust deep inside me as he grunted his pleasure.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he said. “Take that big cock. I want to fuck you until you scream.”
I grabbed his hair again, holding it tight as he kept fucking me hard. I couldn’t believe the strength in his arms as he held me there, his cock thrusting hard inside me. Pleasure blew through me, filling my every inch as his cock continued pushing hard into my soaked pussy.
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned.
He responded by thrusting deep and rough. “You like that?”
“Fuck me, you bastard.”
He laughed and fucked me harder, rougher, his cock thrusting deep into me. I was still so angry, but I wanted him, his cock fucking me deep and rough. The anger mixed with the pleasure was driving me wild, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me rough and hard.
He stepped back, lifting me up and setting me back down on my feet. I gasped as he pulled me around, pushin
g me toward his desk. He bent me over the desk, spreading my legs wide. He slapped my ass hard as I pressed my face down, gripping the side of his desk.
“That’s what I fucking like,” he said, grabbing my hips. “This fucking soaked pussy ready for me.”
He thrust himself deep inside me. My soaked pussy took him easily, and I moaned as he slapped my ass again, harder.
“Come on, asshole,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He began to thrust into me, fucking me with a savage strength that drove me insane.
“I love when you’re wild,” he said. “Your fucking pussy drives me crazy. I’ll be nice and fucking rough on you girl.”
He slapped my ass again, his hard body thrusting deep between me, filling me up with his thick cock. I took every inch of him, moaning wildly, pleasure moving blindly through me.
Any thoughts outside of him were completely gone. I wanted only his rough hands to slap my smooth ass, his thick cock to thrust deep inside me. I worked my hips back, taking him more, wanting more and more. He pulled my hair and whispered in my ear.
“This cunt is mine,” he said. “Your body is fucking mine. I’m going to let you come, but only after I fuck you raw.”
He thrust harder, deeper. I took him and moaned, needing it, as he slapped my ass again. That bastard, that asshole. He was so gloriously sexy and his cock felt so incredible, but I hated him, but I wanted him so badly. He fucked me harder, rougher, and I backed my ass up, taking his thick cock.
“Vince,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, Vince. You bastard. I’m so close.”
He held my hair, pulling me back toward him, and fucked me savagely, like an animal. Our bodies were sweating and moving together in an intense rhythm, and I couldn’t think, not one bit.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Come for me, girl.”
“Oh keep going,” I moaned. “Vince, fuck me, Vince.”
I felt the orgasm hit me just then. He slapped my ass as the orgasm rolled through my body, the slight pain making the pleasure so much more intense. It rolled through my body like a hurricane, and I just kept saying his name, over and over, loudly and deeply. He fucked me harder, rocking his hips against me, his hands holding on to my hips.
I took his cock and felt him stiffen behind me, grunting. I knew he was coming deep inside my pussy, coming because he couldn’t help himself. My pussy made him wild, as wild as his cock made me.
Slowly our orgasms passed, and he stepped back, panting. I rolled over and stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
That had been so intense. One second I’d hated him, and the next I’d wanted him to fuck me harder and harder.
He grinned. “Still think I’m a bastard?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “But a bastard with a great cock.”
He laughed. “I’ll take it.”
I shook my head. I was still angry at him, but much less so. I quickly got dressed again, trying to get myself together.
He tossed the condom in a trash can and just watched me, smirking.
“You can act all you want,” he said finally, once I was dressed, “but we both know what you want.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
He grinned larger. “Yeah, you do. You can’t help yourself. Even when you’re angry, you want this fucking cock.”
I shook my head. “Just a stress relief.”
I started to walk by him, but he grabbed my hips and pulled my back against him. He pressed his lips against my ear.
“Don’t keep lying to yourself, girl,” he said. “You can’t get me out of your head.”
“Asshole,” I said, and pushed away from him.
He slapped my ass as I walked away, laughing.
I quickly went to the door, pulled it open, and got out of there.
As much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was right. God, he was so right, and I hated it.
I couldn’t get him out of my head. No matter what happened, I wanted him, his thick cock, his arrogant smile.
He drove me totally crazy, and I loved it.
I walked down the hall, finally going to find Alexei.
28
Vince
The girl wanted me to back down from her family, but she didn’t really understand what that meant.
Even if I decided to stop fighting in the war, the other captains wouldn’t. I didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Nothing I did could prevent further bloodshed.
And I didn’t fucking want that. The Russians had attacked me, had come after me first. I couldn’t let that stand, even if I wanted to.
My men would think I was weak if I backed down after the Russians had come after me.
She just didn’t understand what she was playing with. If we wanted our organization to stay safe, we had to deal in violence every once in a while. If we let the Russians push into our territories, they’d just start killing our families.
Which was why I found myself loading a rifle at midnight that night with a few other guys from my crew. We had eight guys, each loaded to the teeth.
We got into two cars, me and Rafa in the front car and four of my best guys in the other.
“So what’s the plan, boss?” Rafa asked.
“Nothing special,” I said. “Russians have an illegal poker game going every night at this little deli in a shit neighborhood. We’re kicking down the door and killing them all.”
He grinned wickedly. “Sounds good.”
It wasn’t just random violence. Kaley’s dad ran the poker tournament, and although he wouldn’t be there, some of his top guys might be. Plus, they always had a lot of cash on the premises.
I was sure they’d have some security, but not much. They didn’t know that we knew about it. One of the Russian guys, Vasili Vladikovich, was a spy for us, and he sold us information all the time. This little poker game was one of his last sales.
And it was a good one. This would show the Russians that they weren’t safe anywhere.
The drive out there didn’t take long. We parked a few blocks away and the guys got out, huddled up close. Everyone was wearing a Kevlar vest and everyone was carrying a rifle, courtesy of Bao’s Chinese contacts.
“Listen up,” I said, addressing the guys. “John and Petey stay behind, engines running. When you hear the first shots, you pull up out front and get ready for us to run.”
“Got it,” Petey said.
“We’re better armed by far than they’re going to be, so let’s make this fast. Kill everyone that looks like a Russian mobster; spare the women. Grab any cash or anything that looks valuable. We’re in and out in five minutes. Got it?”
The boys all nodded.
“Let’s go murder some fucks.”
We began walking down the sidewalk.
The city was quiet and there was nobody out. Rafa rolled up next to me, giving me a grin.
Excitement was bubbling up under the surface of my skin. This was the sort of thing I lived for, the sort of thing I loved. It made me feel more alive putting my life in danger, putting myself out there. I was a warrior rolling into battle, ready to carve my opponents into tiny little pieces.
My heart was hammering in my chest as we stopped outside the deli’s door. It was closed and locked, but that didn’t matter.
I nodded at Rafa. He kicked the door, shattering the glass, and reached inside. He unlocked the door and threw it open.
I was the first one through, gun at the ready. The front of the store was open, but it wouldn’t be for long. I moved toward the back and saw the back door open, one guy coming out.
He didn’t have time to realize what had happened. He was probably investigating the sound of broken glass. I put a bullet between his eyes and he dropped.
All hell broke loose then.
I kicked in the back door and we spilled inside.
The room was mostly full. There were several tables set up with people sitting at them, smoking and drinking. We formed a small semicircle around them and began to unlo
ad our guns.
Bullets flew through the air, tearing up the bodies of the people in front of us. Some of the Russian goons tried to get their guns out, but we shot them down too fast for them to respond. It was a complete slaughter, with everyone in the room screaming, diving out of the way, bleeding.
These were our enemies. In war, you did things that were difficult, even questionable, because that was how you won. They would do this to us if given the chance; I was completely sure of that.
Our guns tore up the room. I avoided hitting the women, and they quickly dove out of the way, hiding and screaming.
It lasted two minutes. Finally, I held up my fist, and the gunshots slowly stopped.
“Get the cash,” I ordered.
The men fanned out. I combed through the people, ignoring the whimpering women. I finished off a few guys who might have survived.
Nobody was walking away from this. The women would tell the story of what had happened here, and maybe that would incite more terror in the ranks of the Russians.
Rafa came from the back room with a bag slung over his shoulder.
“Good haul,” he said.
“How much?”
“Not sure, but it’s a lot.”
“Good. Maybe this can cover some of our losses.”
“I think it will, boss,” he said, grinning.
My guys were busy rifling through the bodies, taking money from wallets, anything valuable.
I checked my watch. Five minutes had passed.
“Okay, roll out,” I said.
We turned and left back the way we’d come.
The two cars were sitting out front, engines running. We piled back into the cars and sped off.
We didn’t even hear sirens.
The feeling in the car was elation. Nobody had been hurt, and everyone in that room had been killed. It was a huge success, and we even made out with a ton of money.
It was a slaughter, but it was a necessary slaughter. Rafa was busy counting the cash, a big smile on his face.
But I felt something different.
Usually after a battle, I felt nothing but joy. I liked destroying my enemies, killing men who would otherwise kill me. I liked proving that I was faster and stronger than those bastards.