Filthy: A Mafia Romance

by Zoey Parker

  But would it always be like that? Out of sight, out of mind when it came to my son? Or would he be willing to accept Cody into his life?

  He’d told me he loved me, or at least felt a very strong, intense emotion that was bundled up in affection and sexual attraction. Which I admittedly also felt. But was that enough to base a relationship on?

  Clearly, there were some details to be worked out here.

  I wasn’t sure, but I knew I felt better having Ethan here with me. If someone came for me while he was here, Ethan would take care of them. He was tough and could be a real bastard, which meant he was exactly the kind of man I wanted on my side. And maybe in my life.

  “I want you to keep it quiet,” Ethan was telling Louis. He’d called his guard dog after we’d recovered from our orgasms. They were discussing moving his stash of drugs from The Cut tonight. “I know there’s a lot there, but I don’t want to risk word getting out.” There was a pause, then, “Tommy knew. Which means he had to find out somehow. We were careful and that tells me maybe there’s someone slinking around that I shouldn’t be trusting.”

  I frowned. A spy? I thought. Or maybe spy wasn’t the right word. Traitor? I stood and deposited the glass-filled towel in the kitchen trash.

  “Yeah, okay. I’ll come down to help you,” Ethan said, then he glanced over at me. “Give me thirty. I’ll meet you there.”

  “You’re going to help Louis move the crates?” I guessed as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

  He nodded. “Yes. There’s a lot there and we want it moved as fast as possible.”

  “And you don’t trust anyone else to help Louis?”

  He smirked at me, walking over to me with a swagger that was pure Ethan. He came to me and put his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. I had put my shirt back on, but my panties remained lost somewhere in the apartment, probably to be found at a really awkward moment later. “Not unless you’re offering to help.”

  He said it like he knew I wouldn’t want to, which made me straighten up and lift my chin so that I met his gaze. “If you need it.”

  His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead. “Oh?”

  Swallowing, I smiled at him sweetly and nodded. “Yeah. I’m not afraid.” Which was an outright lie, but I felt like he was teasing me and I didn’t want him to think I was a pushover. And maybe I wanted to prove that whatever had just started between us—a partnership, a relationship—I was serious about it.

  He laughed at me, then shook his head. “I do love your bravado, Diana Leone. My kinda woman.”

  He leaned down and kissed me then before I could say anything else. His tongue delved into my mouth and for a second, I thought we were going to have sex all over again. But despite the way his hands moved up under my shirt, grabbing my naked rear, we didn’t fall into bed again. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust. “Fine. Put some damn clothes on then before I decide I’d rather have a payment than your help.”

  I swatted at him for the payment comment, but didn’t take offense like maybe I should have. “Then keep your hands off my ass,” I retorted.

  He squeezed my cheeks in response, smirking. It took everything I had to pull away from him, but it we were going to do this, we had to get moving, not play grab ass. I headed to my room to find panties and pants. And maybe a bra. I found myself pausing at the doorway to the hall. I hadn’t meant to, but I glanced back at him. He was staring at me with dark, smoldering eyes that told me he’d rather repeat our earlier activities than start these new ones.

  I swallowed thickly. Maybe not a bra.

  # # #

  We drove to The Cut in Ethan’s car. He asked me a couple of quick questions about the business—his end of it and mine—while he drove.

  “Are you asking me as a business partner or a peon?” I asked.

  Though we’d talked about some things tonight, including Ethan’s feelings for me, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure where we stood. Did this mean we were a couple now? Or partners? Partners with benefits? Or was this more of a romantic relationship and I was supposed to keep my nose out of the business?

  He took his eyes off the road to glance over at me, but didn’t linger. “You were never a peon.”

  I snorted in amusement. “No?”

  “No,” he said firmly, his tone allowing no room for arguing.

  “Okay. But you didn’t always have feelings for me,” I pointed out. “So I must have been something different than I am now.”

  He turned left on Montgomery, heading the back way to the shop instead of the more obvious route. I wondered briefly if he thought maybe Tommy or his men might know where I lived and were even watching my apartment building. I told myself that was the paranoia talking, but it was hard to brush that aside when it was a very real possibility.

  “Sure, things are different,” he admitted. “That doesn’t mean I ever thought of you as a peon. You had spunk from the get-go and it would have been stupid to just throw away that business knowhow.”

  I lifted an eyebrow, though he was back to looking at the road not me, so he likely didn’t see it. “Business knowhow,” I repeated. “Fine, I was running The Cut before you came along, but the fact is you made it successful, not me.”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Of course I did. That’s what I do.”

  I laughed a little. Still cocky.

  “But even I can’t make gold out of nothing.”

  I fell silent, taking in the compliment hidden in his words. He thought The Cut was something, even if he obviously felt pretty proud of himself for making it what it was now. And all he had to do was burn down half my store, I thought wryly. But the knowledge that he’d sabotaged half my revenue and blackmailed me didn’t leave me with the same angry feelings it once did. Instead, I felt pride at having survived despite the roadblocks.

  After a bit, I said, “You didn’t answer me. Am I a partner or not?”

  He thought a moment, then asked, “Do you want to be?”

  Did I want to be? Hell of a question. A couple of months ago the answer would have been a resolute no. Who wanted to get dragged into an illicit business of buying and selling—or, at the very least, storing—illegal drugs? Not good, law-abiding citizens like myself. But I’d come to the conclusion that being a decent person and following the rules didn’t really get me anything other than bills I couldn’t stay on top of and other people taking advantage of me.

  “Better answer with conviction, because I won’t ask again,” Ethan warned me.

  I straightened up in my seat, lifting my chin defiantly. “Yes. I want to be a partner. If I’m going to be your…whatever, and store your drugs, then I want to be involved. Completely.”

  He smirked a little at the “whatever” comment, but nodded his head. “Al lright. But understand the risks involved. If we go down, it won’t be to juvie.”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  He belted out a laugh that was dark and smooth, the sound filling up the car. Shaking his head a little he said, “Of course you are, but that’s what I like about you. You’ll do what needs to be done even if you’re terrified. Mark of a strong person.”

  I blushed a little at the compliment, but also because I really wanted to argue with him about being scared. He was right, of course. I was scared. Prison was not somewhere I ever wanted to be. But I was already in this mess. I might as well go in all the way.

  Clearing my throat, I asked, “And the other stuff?”

  “What other stuff?”

  Taking a breath, I asked, “Payments? Am I still your call girl?”

  Grinning, he glanced over at me and let his eyes drag over my form long enough to make me uncomfortable that he wasn’t watching the road. But my body certainly didn’t mind the attention. “No, now you’re just my girl. And if I catch you with anyone else, I’ll kill him.”

  If that promise was supposed to worry me, it didn’t. Instead, I felt a warmth blossom in my chest at the fact that I was his.

  “Are you go
od with that?” he asked, but his expression suggested he already knew my answer.

  So he seemed a little startled when I threw him a curveball instead. “Maybe. But I have two questions first.”

  Shooting me a dubious look, he nodded.

  “First, what about Cody?”

  “What about him?”

  “Are you just looking for the booty without the baggage?”

  He smirked a little at my terminology. “I told you, I like a dirty momma.”

  Flushing, I kept his words from derailing me. “Yeah, but do you want to deal with her kid, too?”

  “You’re a package deal, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I’m taking you both. Mine is mine. Cody could use a male figure in his life anyway.”

  I rolled my eyes. “What do you know about what a six-year-old needs?”

  He grew quiet and for a long time I thought he wasn’t going to say anything more. When he did finally speak, it was in a soft tone that was uncharacteristic of him. It radiated sadness that his eyes had only ever hinted at before. “My father was a decent man. Good, law-abiding citizen. He used to tell me that if you wanted to do things right, you did them yourself and you did them honest.”

  I raised a brow in surprise, genuinely wondering how a ‘good, law-abiding citizen’ could have raised a cunning criminal such as Ethan.

  “I wanted to be just like him. Then one day, a man came by. Dressed like a seventies pimp with gaudy gold jewelry and sunglasses that took up half his face. He shot my father that day and then he knelt down and told me, ‘Only the good die young, son. Don’t forget that.’”

  “Oh my god,” I whispered. The urge to comfort him sprung up so fast that it felt like it was trying to suffocate me. I reached a hand for him, laying it on his arm, but he shook it off. He wasn’t done yet.

  “I thought he was a liar. That the police would take care of it and I’d get justice for my father.” He glanced at me quickly, then jerked his eyes back to the road. “But all they did was tell me things happen. That I’d better learn to accept it and move on.”

  I felt horrible for him. But it didn’t quite add up for me. “If all of that really happened to you, then why would you become a…” I trailed off. I didn’t want to say gangster, because that sounded too harsh, though it was pretty close to the truth.

  He offered a lopsided smirk. “Drug dealer?”

  I shrugged. “For lack of a better term, yes.”

  He shrugged. “At first, I tried to do it my dad’s way. Work hard, save money, do the right thing. I worked as a delivery boy here in town. All through high school and the summer after. It wasn’t very glamorous, but it got me started saving money. One day, I’m delivering a package to some big shot in a high-rise building. But before I even make it up the first flight of stairs, the police are there arresting me.”

  My brow furrowed in confusion. “What for?”

  “Distribution of cocaine.”

  “But I thought you said—?”

  “I did. I was one hundred percent above board, but the cops had fettered out a drug deal going down. I went to prison. I’m sure you’ve noticed the products of that.”

  When I shook my head slightly, not sure what he meant, he motioned across his chest right where the long scar was. He’d received it in prison. I closed my eyes briefly against images of how that might have come about. When he began to speak again, I opened them.

  “I spent four years there. And why? Because a cop was on that drug dealer’s payroll.”

  It was horrible to think of. The Ethan I knew was a jerk, manipulative, and sometimes even cruel. But the thought that he was a product of things that had been beyond his control was new to me. “That still doesn’t explain why you would get into the business that had thrown you in jail in the first place.”

  “It was easy. Being a good kid had gotten me in trouble, but the drug dealer? He was safe. Protected. I decided then and there that I would be him, this untouchable man. Not my father who died young. Not a good kid that would always take the blame. I’d be the devil and it’s done me just fine.”

  I didn’t say anything for a long time. In some ways, his story made me reconsider a lot of things. Was this really the sort of man I wanted around me and my son? Someone who had been in prison and believed that being an upstanding citizen only caused problems? But as I thought about it, I realized none of this changed the Ethan I knew and in the end, it didn’t affect my feelings for him.

  “Cody can never know about any of this.”

  Ethan nodded his head in agreement and we drove the last few minutes in silence.

  Chapter 16

  We arrived at The Cut to find Louis’s car parked across the street in the lot outside the empty building. Other than that car, the whole street looked pretty empty. Although this wasn’t a horrible neighborhood, it wasn’t really a good one either so people tended to be elsewhere at this hour. Especially since the businesses in the area had hours like mine.

  Ethan made a quick lap around the block to check for any other cars, maybe ones he recognized or looked out of place, then parked in the alley next to the shop. I figured he didn’t want to park right next to Louis just in case someone passed by and thought it looked odd.

  Turning off the engine, he popped his door and stepped out. I lingered in the car for a moment, thinking on all Ethan had confided in me. Did I believe his story? Yes, I did. I wasn’t sure if it made me like him any more or less than I did, but it did leave me with a feeling of understanding. I had been screwed for being the “good girl,” too. At least we had that much in common.

  Getting out of the car, I caught up to Ethan who was waiting at the mouth of the alley for me, and we headed towards the shop. I grabbed my keys out of the pockets of my jeans, but it turned out I didn’t need them. The door was already open.

  I began pushing it and stepping inside, but one of Ethan’s large hands dropped down on my shoulder to stop me.

  “Wait,” he said quietly. “Let me check first.”

  I was about to tell him that I could take care of myself—even as I felt a little pleased that he was being protective—but then I saw him pull a gun from the waistband of his jeans. Whatever I had been planning on saying dropped into silence. Suddenly, the night seemed more real.

  Ethan pushed open the door and stepped carefully inside, doing his best to be quiet on the linoleum floor I’d recently had replaced. He got two steps in before a familiar voice said, “There’s more than I thought in here. We’re gonna have to make a couple of trips.”

  “Fuck, Louis,” said Ethan who had his gun leveled at the larger man as he stepped out from the back of the shop. “I could have shot you.”

  Louis shrugged his big shoulders, clearly unperturbed by Ethan and his gun. I didn’t see anyone else in the shop, so I had to assume Louis had heard us and was talking to Ethan as he walked in the door. Either that or Louis was talking to the voices in his head at which point I was going to call foul. I’d work with assholes, but not crazy people.

  “I got started,” Louis explained calmly. “Moving inventory is tricky business.”

  Ethan shoved his gun back into his jeans, then motioned for me to come inside. Louis gave me a curious look, but didn’t look wholly surprised. “I didn’t think you would be here.”

  I patted at my hair, pushing it back behind my ears. It had looked disheveled enough after my romp with Ethan that I shoved it up into a messy bun, but suddenly I wished I’d taken a shower. It was stupid to be self-conscious in front of Louis seeing as how the man had seen me naked as his boss did some very intimate things to me, but tonight was different. Ethan and I were on a different level now and what we’d done was far more private.

  Or was it? I wondered suddenly. I’d promised Ethan was the only one I’d sleep with, but what about watching? Would Louis still act as our audience?

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It had been degrading in a way to have Louis watch us, but a part
of me had also been incredibly turned on by it. And though Louis was an ass, he’d grown on me a little. A very little. Kind of like fungus. But cute, pet fungus.

  Shaking my head a little, I said, “I’m full of surprises.”

  I thought I saw the hint of a smile on Louis’s mouth, but it might have just been the dim lighting. We didn’t want all the lights on, letting everyone know we were here.

  The men headed into the back and began shuffling things around. We had to do inventory as we moved everything to make sure it was all there and that we didn’t miss anything, but it was a tiny space. Definitely not big enough for Ethan, Louis, and myself.