Merciless King: A Hero Club Novel

by Ellie Jean

  “My strategy from the day before my eighteenth birthday has always been to simply keep your mother and then you alive. Extremities I’ve done, people I’ve tortured and killed were a by-product of this plan. Other options weren’t available. The kidnapping was something I witnessed and didn’t participate in, but her shrill screams and sobbing was enough for me to realize I still had some sort of conscience. I made a pact to myself I would never use women or children as a means to getting what our family wanted.” A noticeable shudder wracks through his limbs.

  “That young girl you heard is asleep upstairs in this very house.” I pull my brows in waiting for him to respond, questions draw on his face. “She was a pawn in this sick world but by some miracle Caroline was able to conquer her fears and continue living.”

  “How has she come to be here and why?” An edge to his tone has me alarmed.

  “She’s come to protect me.” I stare at him, my hands clenched. “To give the grandson of her kidnapper a warning he could be in danger.”

  Large eyes pop from his head. “What are you talking about?”

  “The Ferraros know who I am.” My voice is decisive.

  “Damn.” Standing tall, he rounds his desk and grabs his phone. “This is going to be a problem.” He looks to me, red appearing on his face. “A huge fucking problem.”

  Chuck

  “Where do you think you’re going?” The bed moves and I’m left cold.

  “You’ve got a fight to train for and I have to get home.” Caro’s legs are out of the bed. Shifting fast, my arm locks around her stomach.

  “Chuck.” Caro squeals and I fall back, taking her with me.

  “You’re not going anywhere. Besides it’s dark out and have you forgotten your car is not here.”

  Squirming against me, she rights herself so we are face to face. “No, I haven’t forgotten. You’ve heard of taxis?”

  “And how was the taxi going to get in? Or you out?”

  Her body stiffens and I realize what I’ve implied. Crap.

  “Shit, Blossom. You know you’re free to go when you want.” Rubbing her back, watching her carefully, her body and face relax. “I was just hoping to be pressed against this hot body of yours for longer.”

  A genuine smile erupts. My heart fucking singsongs.

  “I want that too, but you are a world champion in the making. I don’t want to be the reason you’re not training.”

  “I’ll get there soon. For the moment I want to just look at you, hold you and devour you.”

  She giggles. “Chuck, you look like you want to eat me alive.”

  Dead serious eyes wash over her body, still in her clothes from yesterday, and I imagine me ripping them off in a hurried frenzy. My face gives my intentions away.

  “I do. Fuck, I want that more than anything.”

  “Why aren’t you then?” Inclining her head into me, her words are soft.

  “’Cause I can’t understand why you are here with me. Why, when you knew who I was, what I am associated with, you didn’t leave my ass, ignore me or tell me to fuck off?” I cradle her head in my hand and feel her body move closer to mine. Our warmth ready to set us both on fire.

  “I’m here because I couldn’t refuse my body. I went against my rational thoughts, my inner demons, beating them both.” Lifting her head, she spears me with her sincere blue eyes. “I’m in this house because there’s something between us I want to explore, I tried to deny what we have, rationalize my thoughts but it didn’t work. It couldn’t. Because our pull is too great, a day apart from you is too much and not hearing your voice made me ache in places I didn’t know could ache. I’m selfish and want to ride this out to the end, wherever or whenever the end might be.”

  She feels it too.

  The force, the link, the energy connecting us is unmistakable and unique.

  It’s real.

  My restraint snaps and I move forward slowly, touching her lips with reverence but full of passion. Softly we kiss and explore, conscious of her revelations. My fingers run down her blouse, stopping at each button, undoing them while we continue to devour each other. Her hands run across my back, down to my boxers, pushing them below my ass. I wiggle trying to help her but my concentration is on my hands unlatching her skirt and pushing her panties down. Our lips remain together. Both our moans circle around the room, competing to be louder than our pounding chests.

  Moving Caro onto her back, I kneel on top of her and shake my head. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Without taking my eyes from hers, I move my hips and slide my cock into her wet pussy.

  “Oh..”

  I keep a steady pace and rotate my hips, trying to hit her special spot. Over and over I pump in and out, smiling at the enchanted woman underneath me. Her naked breasts bounce up and down and I’m thankful for her foresight not to wear a bra last night. Caro’s pale pink nipples stand proudly, and I would be stupid not to taste them when they look so amazing. Tugging them between my teeth, I keep with the gentle theme, massaging her breasts.

  “Gorgeous, Caroline. Every part of you is enticing.”

  “Mmmmm.”

  I’m rewarded with pure pleasure on her face and hips meeting mine at a frantic pace. Grabbing under her hips, I lift her ass and I push into her deeply, repetitively each time harder. A pinkness washes across her face and mine has sweat forming. I could continue this all day, the ardor inside is fierce and I don’t want it to stop.

  “Please, Chuck, faster.” Her words are urgent.

  Holding her hips tight, I do what she asks, pounding in and out, watching her climb to her peak. “Your eyes, beautiful. On me.” Holding them steady, we both tip over the edge together. Clasping me tightly, I jerk in and out, riding her waves. Arching her back, I lean forward, kissing her naked beauty. My weight collapses on her.

  “Christ. Sorry.”

  Holding me in place, her arms clasp tight behind my back. We are sandwiched together.

  “You drive me crazy. I don’t want to let you go.”

  I feel exactly the same way. “You’ll run out of breath if I don’t get off you.”

  Slamming her lips hard to mine, she devours me, taking me by surprise. My cock springs back to life. A hint of metal touches my tongue with a slight sting.

  “Crap. I’m sorry.” Her small voice makes me smile harder, but she pulls back, releasing my bitten lip.

  “I’m not.” Her fingers wipe across my lips then my cheek.

  “Now it’s time for me to leave.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t.” Although she is right, the sun is peeking through the curtain so Sal and the boys will be waiting for my ass.

  “Looks like I’m going to have to be the boss this time. You need to get your fine body in the gym so my dream of fucking a champion can be fulfilled.” Blushing, her cheekiness makes me laugh.

  “Okay, okay. I know when to listen. I’ll organize the car.”

  “Never forget who the boss is.” Laying on top of her, my dick still inside her, I can’t help but laugh deep within at her boldness.

  Looks like Caroline holds my balls in her delicate but tough hands.

  For now, anyway.

  Caroline

  Days pass fast when you’re in a lust induced coma. Staying at home in my own bliss bubble, surrounded by sweet smelling candles, fresh flowers, my coffee and good books, wine and delicious takeout food, I decided to take a break from reality. If I couldn’t see Chuck, I wanted to keep him and his gloriousness in the forefront of my mind. Being around my dad and work would sabotage that.

  “I’m on my third one today.” Licking my lips, the caramel slides down my throat.

  “Which creations are you eating? The plain cinnamon, the jelly-filled ball, the chocolate-coated doughnut with whipped cream?” Starcy knows me too well. When I told her about taking annual leave for a week or more, she jumped on board and there’s been a fresh delivery of doughnuts daily delivered to my door.

  “You’re not doing me any favors. This
caramel one is my nemesis. I’m going to end up fat, pimply and a diabetic because of you.”

  “But are you enjoying them?”

  “Of course.”

  “Well it’s worth it, isn’t it? I can’t have you alone and not eating. I’d be there with you but some of us have to work, you know. We don’t all have rich parents to live off.” There’s a roar of laughter. “Actually, I do, but my lovely PA has booked me solid for this week with prospective wine buyers. I should really give her a raise or fire her for setting my schedule so tight. I’ve yet to decide.”

  God, Starcy… she’s one of a kind.

  “Sounds like she’s keeping you busy.”

  “Oh, for the love of all Greek gods. Look at who’s walked through my door.” Raising my eyebrows in question, she quickly turns her phone around so I can see a tanned, tall hunk of a man with broad shoulders and day’s old stubble leaning over the reception counter slowly taking his aviators off. He’s dressed in a light-colored suit like he’s stepped off the front cover of Harper’s Bazaar magazine.

  “Looks like you have a better offer.”

  Puckering her lips, she blows me a kiss. “Bye.” Our video chat closes.

  So much for friendship and loyalty. A hunk comes along and I’m dropped like a wet rag. Laughing, I get up and decide which book I will tackle today. Rows and rows of historical novels look back at me. Buying them over the years in anticipation of time to read but never getting a chance. Well, this week I’ve read three already. Only close to a hundred left.

  There’s a knock on the door. Probably the shirts with ‘champ’ written across them I ordered for us when Chuck wins. A his and her variety. Corny, I know, but a bit of fun. He’d let slip Dexter was helping him fund the fight, and Bianca decided a color change to gold and black would be a good investment for the title fight. Of course she is probably right, but I want my man to know I support him as well, even if I don’t really like the idea of boxing. I’ve been tossing up whether or not to call him asking him if I can go to the fight, but I chicken out. I have a few days left, I’ll see if I gather any courage.

  Opening it, my father stands there but so does three other men.

  “Dad?” I’m puzzled.

  “Hi darling. Can we come in?”

  I don’t have much choice looking at the fierce faces plastered on the men in suits and polished shoes and my father in the middle of them looking awkward.

  Stepping aside, they make their way inside. My father stops to give me a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

  “What are you doing here?” The men make themselves at home. One sits on the couch the other two stand by him. My father stands, motioning for me to sit on the one seater.

  “I’d like to introduce you to our friends. Caroline, this is Lenni, Matt.” Pointing to the two men standing, I nod and smile. A tightness forms in my gut and my arms wrap around my midriff in an attempt to shield me.

  “And I’m Paolo. Head of the Ferraro family.”

  Dark vicious eyes penetrate me. His voice awakening my nerves, causing tiny hairs to stand on end across my body.

  Casting a glance to my father, I wonder how he could do this? How could he bring these men into my home? Nausea waves through my stomach.

  “I suppose you don’t remember me?” Whipping my head back to the main guy, I study him more thoroughly. He’s handsome, older and the scars that pop out from under his collar suggest lethal and deadly. “I would be surprised if you did, it all happened so fast and such a long time ago.”

  “You rescued me.” There’s a small divot on his earlobe you would normally overlook, but when you’re cradled against a male stranger’s chest, being taken away from people who want to harm you, I took in every minute detail I could about my rescuer.

  “I did.”

  “You were my hero.” I frown as I say it and my father moves to me, resting his hand on my shoulder.

  A small laugh escapes. “You were a job, but it is good to see you doing so well because of it.”

  I can’t fault that, I could be dead if it wasn’t for him and his family. “Why are you here?”

  “Darling, this time they need our help.”

  I look up at my father and move so his hand falls off me.

  “I’m unsure how I could help such strong men, who have such a good business and reputation. Surely a little woman like me couldn’t do anything you could do yourselves?”

  “They need a favor from you.”

  Gosh, really? Fucking slimeballs. “What kind of favor? I have enough charity cases on my workload, but for you guys I could possibly make some arrangements.”

  “It’s not that kind.” Paolo keeps his composure.

  “Well, I don’t give out other types of favors anymore. Those days are done.”

  My father fidgets next to me. Paolo smirks.

  “It’s been brought to our attention Chuck Sansone is a friend of yours.” Unbuttoning his jacket, he looks at me, crossing his ankles casually.

  “So?”

  “He is fighting for the world title against Roy Wilders in a few days.”

  “Yes. It seems like you know everything. I’m unsure what you need me for.” I sigh, but inside the waves are building bigger and bigger.

  “Roy is worth a lot of money to us. To your father. We need him to win this fight.”

  “Well good luck, ‘cause Chuck is good. He won’t go down easily.” Trying to breathe normally, it becomes harder with the air getting thick in my lounge room.

  “That’s where you step in, my dear.”

  Scanning the man in front of me, he’s no better than the men who kidnapped me. They all care about money and being the best. I’m a pawn once again in their sick games. I turn to look at my father and his gaze is as firm as the family head.

  “You can’t expect me to fight.” The men laugh, but I know I’m only buying time until the truth is revealed.

  “We expect you to get Chuck to throw the fight.” Venom spits out, his glare poisonous like him.

  If this wasn’t so serious, I’d burst out laughing. No one could get Chuck to purposely lose. “How do you expect me to do that?” My voice is loud and rude.

  “There are creative and complex ways, but let’s hope you won’t need to see them.” Paolo moves his gold ring on his finger like he’s discussing the weather.

  “I’m sure with your talents, dear, you will be able to accomplish this small task.” If Dad whacked me across the face, I wouldn’t have been any more surprised. He can’t be serious?

  “Dad, you honestly want me to be a part of this sick request? This isn’t you and it’s certainly not me.” Turmoil rushes through my limbs and chest. I’m livid he would put me in this predicament. William’s face morphs into anger and his eyes bore straight at me with a silent command.

  “And if I can’t?”

  Paolo looks at me with a haunting glare, then toward my father. “Another kidnapping will take place, this time the ending not so happy.”

  A threat.

  And by the malicious look on his face, one he intends to keep.

  Caroline

  Caroline—I couldn’t resist. Here’s today’s naughty nude.

  Smiling down at my phone, I’ve sent Chuck a photo of me stretched out on the bed, hair fanned out with my chest covered in a low cut tight black t-shirt with gold glitter ‘champ’ written on it, my pussy shaved bare, my legs open. The t-shirt arrived yesterday and I wanted to wait to show him what I bought but truth be told, I may not see him again. Trying to put the ridiculous request far from my mind, each second is getting harder and harder.

  Sitting stunned for hours after the men left my apartment, I am still trying to process how this happened. How my father, my one constant, could sacrifice us at the request of some mobster baffles me and because I cannot make any sense of it, I’ve thrown the request in a deep corner of my brain, trying to forget about it.

  Emotions are running circles around me. One minute I’m crying because I know I’m
in so much trouble. The next I’m sobbing uncontrollably, unsure whether or not to say something to Chuck about losing the fight. Laughing hysterically at times when realization sets in, I am most likely going to be kidnapped and tortured worse this time by my previous rescuer. Sitting in the corner, knees pulled up, staring out to the lounge contemplating my choices seems to be my new favorite position, except for posing for naked selfies.

  Chuck sent me a delicious photo of himself in his naked glory, beading with water from his shower the day after I stayed the night. It was late, I’d been drinking by myself memorizing his touch and sounds when he made love to me. I needed to be able to recall it when I was alone while he trained to reassure me he was thinking of me. I’d sent one back of me drinking alone, bare breasts next to the wine glass. I suggested sending a naughty nude daily. It was for my benefit really, I craved touching his body but seeing it would have to suffice for now. Sending me another one that night of his ass, damn I was close to licking the screen, he agreed with a return love heart emoji.

  Chuck—Fuck, that top looks good on you.

  Caroline—Do you like?

  Chuck—I love. Although the real champ across your scrumptious breasts will be more to my liking.

  Caroline—More to my liking too. How’s the training? Do you feel ready?

  Chuck—I’m always ready. In more ways than one.

  Laughing, I know exactly what he means. His cock springs back ready for action within a minute of fucking. He’s a goddamn machine.

  Caroline—I know, thank the lord. You better beat this guy’s ass to the ground.

  Chuck—That’s the plan.

  Caroline—You’ve worked hard. You deserve this.

  Chuck—He doesn’t stand a chance.

  Caroline—True. I haven’t seen you fight, but this is your time Chuck Sansone.

  Chuck: It is. Nothing’s gonna stand in my way. I’ve got to go. Sal and Nizo are arguing over something. I better jump in before they kill each other.

  Caroline—Okay. Bye x

  Chuck—x

  My head rests on the pillow and I look down at my boobs. Chuck deserves this title. I can’t take it away from him.