NICO: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Claiming What's His Book 2)

by Evie Adams

  I didn't have to ask twice, he focused harder my clit, his tongue working back and forth at lightning speed sending me higher and further. My whole body trembled with my orgasm, my thighs clenching, my pussy gripping his tongue as I let go completely.

  Then he let me down, taking me into his arms, kissing me gently under the warm water. I could taste myself on him and I licked at his lips, making him groan.

  “Your turn,” I told him between kisses, sinking to my knees, my thighs still weak from the spasms and the tension they were just under.

  “Not this time. I want to fuck you.” He said, and I wasn't going to argue with those eyes.

  He brought me up and shut off the water while he bundled me up in a towel and carried me to the bedroom.

  “Easy,” he said as I straddled him, reaching for his cock. I reached for him, eyes still closed, finding him even harder than before. “I want you.”

  I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me. “Ooooh,” I purred with approval, arching my hips up to meet him, feeling the head of his cock buried deeply inside, but I still wanted more. He stopped, looking down at me, I encouraged him with my hips, rolling them in slow, wide circles.

  His hips were taking over, his thrusts long and slow and deep. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close, wanting to feel his weight, pulling him into me, harder and faster.

  “More,” I insisted, wiggling beneath him, spreading wider. “Nico, please…”

  “Harder?” he asked, kissing my ear. Teasing me perfectly. I was dying for him. Begging him with my hips.

  “Yes,” I gasped when he gave me what I wanted, driving into me, pushing me backward on the bed, shaking the floor, slamming his hips into mine. The beautiful, almost vulgar sound of his cock between my thighs filled the room. The delicious friction building that feeling in the both of us.

  “Like that,” I managed, feeling the thick slide of his cock stretching me wide. “Just like that,” I moaned.

  “You feel so good.” His breath was hot against my face, his lips soft, pressing into mine. “I don’t know how long I can do this.”

  “We have time. This is just practice, we’ll try again, we have time,” I told him.

  “Practice makes perfect,” he added while he propped himself up on his arms, kissing my neck. Both of us focused on the point where our bodies joined, his cock easing in and out of me.

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered and I could feel the urgency in his voice, I lifted my hips, encouraging him, I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, pulling him into me, not letting go. “I can’t—”

  “Come in me, Nico,” I whispered to him, my pussy clamped down over him, the spasms clutching him, holding him in me. He buried himself in me, deep and far, and his whole body went taught, he groaned and I felt him filling me in thick, hot spurts, my pussy milking him and my arms holding him close.

  He collapsed onto me in a sweaty heap and I cradled him, hugging his weight closer to me as he breathed and recovered, kissing his forehead.

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  CHAPTER 24 - MINA

  The days passed and there was no word from Jenny, but no news was good news. We lived in the dark, but felt safe with each other.

  We were trying to fill a lifetime of passion in whatever time we had. But not all of it could be spent in the bedroom, as unfortunate as that was. We were domesticated. I cooked and cleaned, he fixed the house up, or at least tried to. Mostly he cursed at it and threw his tools around.

  The sink had started leaking again. Instead of ripping it out of the bathroom altogether, like he wanted to, he controlled himself. Progress. But I did see him throw his wrench against the floor and curse at it.

  "Not the sink again?” I said.

  “Yes the sink again I should have bought a new one.”

  He was adorable being so angry at an inanimate object, I had to tease him. “Are you sure you don't want me to call Benny?”

  “You would like that wouldn't you?”

  “Since it is my house I'd like it to be done right.”

  “This is your house isn't it? You should be the one with the wrench and the cursing.”

  “Forget I said anything,” I smiled innocently.

  But he wasn't going to let me get away with that. He chased me and grabbed me, and his mouth found my neck as his arms squeezed me tight. I didn't want him to stop, but we had time, we had plenty of time.

  When he let me go, I held his head in my hands and kissed him, “First fix the sink, then take a shower. Then we'll continue this.”

  “I'm going to get a new one for you. I can't stand the sight of this one. It represents all of my failures. Want to come?”

  “No thanks.”

  “I'll get one you hate.”

  “No you won't, not if you know what’s good for you.”

  He left and I started cleaning up his mess.

  It wasn't five minutes after he left that I heard a knock at the door.

  “Aldo?” I asked when I saw him standing there.

  “Can I come in?” he asked.

  “Nico just left.” I told him.

  “That's okay, I wanted to talk to you anyways.”

  We were being extra careful not knowing what Jenny and Marcelo had planned, but he looked so forlorn, helpless, tormented.

  “Of course.” I closed the door behind him and followed him into the kitchen and had him take a seat. “Coffee? Tea? Food?” I asked him.

  “No, I have food.” He took a handful out of his pocket. And popped something into his mouth and crunched it. “Babbalucci,” he said. The crunching sound was grating, like he was eating teeth.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Snails. Want some?” he held out a hand, they were small snails. When he smiled, the ones he had eaten had ripped up his mouth, blood covered his teeth and lips.

  “You're hurt, stop eating those,” I told him and rushed over to him.

  “Can't feel a thing.” He said and ate another snail and crunched the shell in between his teeth and ground the shell down. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard.

  “Let me call Nico Aldo, he should be here for this.”

  “Nico?” He spit the blood out in front of him. “He's the reason I'm here. We were about to go after Marcelo and you come and ruin it. I can't let that happen.”

  I ran from my chair, trying to find the front door, but he was on me, he tackled me and threw me to the ground.

  “Please,” I begged as he stood over me and punched me, his eyes bulging, blood and spittle dribbling from his mouth.

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  CHAPTER 25 - NICO

  The blood and the mess was what I found when I returned.

  What a fool I was to trust a truce. Jenny and Marcelo had to be dealt with. It had to be finished this time. I called Aldo and got no answer.

  The one time I need him and he doesn't answer.

  I grabbed my gun and the rage made me almost see double as I drove over.

  I burst through the doors and ran up the steps. There he was at his table, surprised to see me.

  “Where is she?” I asked.

  “Who?”

  I lunged across the table and grabbed onto his neck, he was past struggling already as his face turned purple and the veins stood out on his head. He tried to bat away my arms, but they were vices, nothing could make them move. He squirmed under me and squeezed out a grunt through his windpipe. He swiped at my hands again, but they weren't going to stop.

  I had his tie wrapped around his neck and pulled my gun out, I wanted to squeeze the life out of him, but I needed information as much as I needed him to suffer.

  I felt the cool of the revolver against my temple, and if I hadn't remembered that feeling, I wouldn't have stopped.

  “Let go of him,” the voice said, calmly, but insistently, the musical chimes in it were gone, replaced with desperation.

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p; I relaxed my grip, remembering I needed information first. Then he would suffer. They both would.

  He sucked in air, but I remained on top of him, my hand gripping his tie, my other hand with the gun under his neck, ready to squeeze both.

  “So you were part of this betrayal too?”

  “Part of what betrayal you fool?”

  “Mina. You took her, why? Where is she?”

  “We have done nothing with your Mina. Why would we? She and I understand each other.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Get off him before I do what I should have done months ago and pull this trigger.” She demanded, the coolness back in her voice.

  “Start talking. If you shoot I might not be able to control my trigger finger.”

  “This man who you point a gun at is the one who tried to save you. He tried to ransom you while the others in your family did nothing. Every car ride ended because this man made another offer for you. No one else.”

  I looked at him and couldn't believe it. “He had everything to gain with me gone.”

  “Yes, and he's a fool for not allowing me to get rid of you before.”

  I relaxed my grip on his tie, allowing color to come back into his face, but the gun stayed.

  “The plan now is to wait until my father dies so Marcelo can join my family, with me. We don't want any part of yours. But to do that we need to find Tess, or her body. Everything we know so far it points to your man Aldo, but we don't know where he hid the body.”

  “Why not tell me?”

  “When? When you returned and threatened us? Now? When you come with a gun in your hand? You've been erratic and not sensible.”

  Because of you, I thought. But this wasn’t the time for blame. “Aldo?”

  “That's what we think. But we don't know where he hides his bodies.”

  “I do.”

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  CHAPTER 26 - MINA

  I woke in the trunk of a car, the noise of the road told me we were speeding along the highway. My hands were bound in front of me, wrist to wrist and a gag placed in my mouth.

  I couldn't see anything in the dark but I knew they have those safety levers in trunks and I felt around for it in the dark, twisting myself over to see if my hands could grab it.

  I didn't fear the trunk opening on the highway, I feared Aldo and his bloody smile more than anything. The Trunk lid was smooth, there was no lever, or it was removed.

  Of course they would do that.

  I concentrated on the bindings of my wrists. They were tight, but loosened slightly as I torqued my wrists in them. I got the feeling back in my fingers but before I could think about getting them off completely, the car slowed and stopped.

  Trapped. Trapped. The word went through my mind again and again.

  The trunk opened and he looked down at me, but thankfully didn't smile or open his mouth. He grabbed me and pulled me up, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

  It was Nico's resort, but it was empty. Not a soul around. He carried me out to the boat, Nico's boat and tossed me in.

  I was alone with him and I saw the reason he didn't feel any pain in his mouth. He poured what looked like cocaine into a drink he carried and drank it. His whole body must be numb.

  “I won't let him take you again Tess. I won't.”

  “I'm not Tess.”

  “I don't care what you call yourself. We grew up together. You're my sister. You're my Tess.”

  “I'm not. We need to get you help. Please, let's go to the shore and talk over this.”

  “Remember what it was like the first time Tess? When you left and I found you? We made love and you wanted to go home that time too. But you didn't. Your life flowed out in my hands and mine flowed into you. Now you're back.”

  “You killed Tess?”

  “No, she can't die. She keeps coming back. Keeps coming back to me. I love you.”

  He tried to grab me and pull me towards him and his mouth, I wiggled away, to the deck of the boat and inched back towards the engine, as far away as I could get.

  Thankfully he didn’t come after me, he took another drink and he drove the boat, leaving me far away, but not far enough away from him on the deck.

  Desperately I fumbled around, trying to find something to cut the binding of my wrists. A knife, a hook, anything. But the deck was clean. I searched the sides, under ropes and every hiding place I could see. The only thing I found was the orange flare gun. I remembered Nico saying it probably wouldn’t hurt anyone, but maybe distract them enough. That was my only hope. I held it in my hands and hoped it would be enough to give me the chance to run.

  Aldo drove the boat until we reached the beach just past the restaurant and resort.

  He grabbed me without a word and flung me over his shoulders like a sack. He held my legs and I faced the boat and lake as he walked back into the woods, further and further.

  I didn’t know if I could aim or shoot him, or if it would even do any damage. I saw the movie in my mind of me shooting him and the flare ricocheting off him and fizzling out next to him. Maybe it would start a fire and attract people to us. I didn’t let my mind play what would happen after that, or how much time it would pass before someone came.

  This was my chance. The idea popped in my head and before I could argue myself out of it or lose time and the chance by thinking, I did it.

  I stuck it down the back of his pants and pulled the trigger, bright red fire came out of the gun and set his pants on fire. He threw me down and cursed, not knowing what was happening, red flames coming out of his pants and catching them on fire. He screamed and jumped and slapped at his pants and crotch.

  I ran immediately, not wanting to stick around to see what happened next, towards the resort, or where I thought the resort was.

  I heard screams behind me but I didn’t dare turn around. I ran blindly through the trees until my legs trembled, until my lungs burned and I couldn’t breathe. Until I ran into Nico. It seemed like I imagined it, he was right there, with his arms open for me, running towards me and scooping me up before I fell.

  He held me tightly to his chest and I still wasn’t sure if it was a dream, but he whispered thanks into my hair, and held me. And I heard other footsteps near us rushing to where I had left Aldo.

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  EPILOGUE - NICO

  I didn’t bother going to see Aldo’s last moments of life. I’m told he was rambling, and his whole lower body burned up, but he did in fact lead Marcelo’s men to Tess’s body before they put him out of his misery.

  I had Mina and I grabbed her up, promising her and myself I wouldn’t let her go again.

  And I didn’t.

  Despite my protests, she wanted to go back to work instead of lying around and fucking me all day.

  So I followed her to work and didn’t let her out of my sight. Marcelo and Jenny kept their promises, and when we told the council about Aldo and Tess, tensions dissipated. Marcelo came back into the fold of my family. He waited for his chance to align with jenny and I kept my mouth shut. He had my complete trust and my faith.

  We waited for Jenny to take control of her family, and for Marcelo to follow. But I was in no hurry for that to happen.

  I busied myself trying to renovate and remodel the resort. Despite all that happened there, it was worth saving. Worth trying to make it a destination and something worth money instead of what it was currently. To give it new life. Though I did think of burning it to the ground more than once.

  When I was ready to show it off, I took Mina to Marcelo’s to invite them in person. Marcelo and Jenny sat at the VIP table upstairs and we were let through to meet them.

  We had dinner and drinks, and spent the night as friends. But that wasn’t why I was there. I told them about the resort.

  “I’d like to see that,” Jenny said.

  Marcelo picked up his glass, “Chee
rs on your new venture I’m sure it’ll be a success,” and we all clinked glasses.

  “You two should come see it. How about now? I have a car waiting. What do you say Jenny? Don’t you think it’s time to go for a ride?”

  She sipped her drink nervously.

  I wasn’t going to calm her nerves. Not yet.

  THE END

  ******But you don’t have to stop reading here! An excerpt from my Next Book, Luca: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance is next, AND a Bonus Book, MARCUS: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance is included after!

  LUCA

  PROLOGUE – LUCA

  The sun was oppressively hot and Cristiana and I lay on the rocks- still cool from being in the shade all morning. The rocks were near the cliff, so maybe that was what was making me dizzy. Or maybe it was her string bikini and how she would adjust it every so often when I was looking and flash me some skin. The bikini barely covered anything, but damn, seeing the few spots of skin it did cover excited the hell out of me.

  “Let's get out of here,” she said to me with those hungry bedroom eyes.

  “We can't, we have to wait for Elio.”

  “He'll be fine, I don't want to spend time with him anyways, I want to be alone with you.”

  “You are a bad girl aren't you?”

  “You'll have to punish me?” She came closer, daring me.

  I pushed her down to take a seat. “You'll get something if you don't stop that shit. You know he has a crush on you. We keep this shit secret, he doesn't have to know.”

  “You're always protecting him. From what? He'll have to grow up and get rejected eventually. Why not now?”

  “You don't know him. He goes off into rages. He's. . . unbalanced.”

  “Fuck that. I'm not afraid of him. She yelled to him, “Elio come over here.”