Disastrous (Disastrous Series)
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Smiling, he continued. “See, like right there … I love you so much. Please, give me a chance to prove to you that this time around we could be happy. Let me prove to you that we are meant for each other. I’m so sorry for hurting you. Give us another chance, and I promise I’ll never hurt you again. I promise that I will make you happy … please?”
“Marcus,” I whispered. Staring into his pleading eyes, I brought my hands to his face. Why does he make it so hard for me to walk away? I do love him with all of my heart, and I would give my last breath for him. Though we walked a path that many would run away from … can I continue to walk it with him? “I’m scared.” I confessed. I was afraid … afraid if I caved in I would set myself up for failure.
Letting out a deep breath, he pressed his forehead down to mine. With his eyes closed, he whispered, “That’s what love is … It’s scary not knowing what’s expected … but I know it’ll be the best frightening love we’ve ever had.”
Seconds or minutes went by as I stood watching him. I loved him so much, and I was miserable without him, but could we do this? If this wasn’t love, then I wasn’t sure I wanted to experience love at all because what I have with him is something no one could ever replace. Without further thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, locking our lips together.
His lips spread into a smile, and he slowly lifted me and tightened our embrace. We stood in the rain tangled with one another.
I wasn’t sure where our paths would take us, and although this felt both wrong yet so right, this time around I knew one thing for sure: as we gave ourselves a second chance, I had no choice but to be cautious.
Epilogue
Lou Sorrento
Taking a long-needed puff of my fine Cuban cigar, I leaned back on my chair as I watched the cloud of smoke dissipate into the air. I needed to get to the bottom of this fucking mess ASAP. If Marky keeps giving me the fucking run around, then I’ll have no choice but to take it upon myself.
Speak of the fucking devil, he stormed through my office doors with his clothes drenched. Eyeing him suspiciously, I thought he seemed fucking anxious.
“What’s so fucking important that I had to run down now?” He snapped.
He’s been getting a little rowdy these past few fucking days. I clenched my teeth and dabbed the tip of the cigar against the ashtray. Cracking my neck, I straightened in my chair to look at him. If he wasn’t family, I would’ve fucking cracked his head with the back of my hand.
I breathed deeply to keep myself from exploding. My temper’s something that gets the best of me, so I’ll start off in a nice way … see how it goes. “Why the fuck are you soaked?”
His arms spread as he looked down at his clothes and back at me like I’m the fucking dumb-cock fuck. “It’s pouring out, what else could it be?” His arms slammed back to his side.
“You don’t own a fucking umbrella or something?” He’s pissing me the fuck off.
“What do you want, Lou?” he snapped. Marky has grown a lot of fucking balls!
It’s time to show him who the fucking boss is! “I want to know,” I was now out of my chair hovering over my desk, and I yelled from the top of my lungs, “WHO THE FUCKING RAT IS!” He didn’t fucking flinch. He’s standing there staring at me like I had lost my fucking mind. This kid is going to give me a fucking heart attack!
Lowering my voice, I pressed a finger on top of my desk and glared at him. “You’ve been giving me the fucking runaround for the past few months! There have been FBI scumbags sniffing around my fucking warehouses! Either you find out who the rat is or I’ll do it myself, Marky.” I cocked my head, burning my eyes into his. “Unless you know something you’re keeping from me?”
Letting out a deep breath, he looked me square in the eye. “I don’t know shit. I’ve been dealing with personal things, but I’m back on track now … I’ll find that rat for yah. Can I go home to my girl now?”
Ever since he’s been with that fucking girl, he’s been one loose fucking canon. I stared at him for a long time. Laughing once, I adjusted my suit jacket and sat back in my chair. “That’s fine. Go back to Mia; tell her I said “hi” by the way.” Oh, he didn’t like that mmmh … His jaw clenched when I said her name.
I smirked at him. “You have another week; if I don’t have my rat, you’re off the job.”
Marky nodded, turned, and walked out the door. Vinnie walked in right after, closing the door behind him; he slowly walked over. Once he approached my desk, he reached into his inner leather jacket pocket, removing a large yellow envelope. He tossed it to me, and I grabbed it from the wood surface it just fell on. Smiling, I looked up at him. “Is this everything?”
“Yeah boss, everything you need to know about her.”
“Good, good … do me a favor. Keep a close eye on Marky … I want to know his every whereabouts.”
“Sure thing boss … anything else?”
“Nope, you did a great job, Vinnie. Make sure Stacy pays you before you leave.”
Vinnie nodded and headed out the door.
Grabbing the envelope, I pulled out all the documents. The first document I saw was a picture of Mia Sullivan. She sure is fucking beautiful. The next document listed everything about her: past employment, residence, relatives. Squinting my eyes, I took a better look at her siblings. Well I be damned … Michael Sullivan.
Motherfucker!
Snatching the phone, I made a quick phone call. “Hello, yeah it’s Lou, I need you to do me a huge favor. Meet me here at six. Thanks.” After ending the call, I re-lit my cigar and took another long puff as I continued to rummage through the documents.
If Marky thinks he has one up on me, he’s clearly fucking mistaken!
Bonus scene
As a bonus scene, I thought I’d show you what Disastrous would have been like from Marcus’ point of view.
Chapter One: Marcus meet’s Mia
I fucking hate my life. Every day I wake up and think, “What the fuck! Couldn’t I’ve been spared today?” Yep, it’s pathetic, but it’s true. What’s even more pathetic is that my brother found me less than a month ago sprawled out on the bathroom floor with a bottle of brandy in one hand and an empty bottle of pills in the other. I wimped out and tried to leave this corrupt world in the easiest way I could think of. He rushed me to the hospital and managed to keep that shit out of the media and from our family. I still don’t know how he did it.
After that he wanted me to see a therapist. Me? A therapist! He was fucking losing his mind. I refuse to sit on a couch and spill my feelings to a cock-sucking stranger and have him help me deal with my “issues.” FUCK that!
My life consists of dealing with other’s bullshit instead of my own. I’m an attorney, number one in Boston according to the Boston Lawyers’ Magazine, four years in a row. I’m also a fucking sidekick for one of the largest Italian mafia families in the city, the Sorrentos. Yeah I know a lawyer by day and fucking mobster by night, who would have thought?
Anyways, that’s where I was heading, to one of my meetings with some of the guys. We meet at my club before a job to go over details and shit. I had a huge headache and could barely keep my eyes open from lack of sleep, but I’ll take care of that with a nice glass of brandy.
Jimmie, my brother, still gives me shit for drinking, but he butts out of my business and leaves me be, especially because he was the one that put me in this fucking mess to begin with. He’s lucky he’s family because he was due for a pistol whipping a long time ago.
I pulled into the back private lot of Club21 and turned off the ignition. Taking a second for me before going in, I slumped my head against the headrest. I let out a deep breath as I rubbed my temples with my fingertips. This was going to be another long night. Well I might as well get this shit done and over with. I exited my car and headed for the back entrance. Luckily tonight we were just going over details on a job scheduled for this weekend, so I should only be an hour or so tops.
After I kno
cked on the door twice, it opened. Vinnie was behind it and nodded at me as I walked in. “Hey boss,” he mumbled.
“Hey Vinnie, is Jimmie in yet?” Knowing my fucking brother, who was always late, he wasn’t here. I couldn’t blame him though. He always had to wait for the sitter to watch Elle: his daughter, my beautiful niece.
“Nah, not yet, he said he’s gonna be a least an hour late.”
Cock-sucker! I knew this was going to be a long night. I nodded at Vinnie and headed into the club. I was greeted by numerous people when I entered, and I gave the best charmed expression I could.
I need a drink!
Heading towards the bar, I spotted Lora … She has a nice body: big tits and a fine ass. I hit that numerous times, and I knew she’d let me in again. All I’d have to do is nudge my head toward my VIP room, and she’d squeal like a fucking teenage girl. She spotted me. Smiling seductively, she made her way over.
“Hey, gorgeous.” she said, holding a tray with one hand and dragging the other through my hair.
I gave her my famous crooked grin: that shit makes the chicks fucking wild. She bit her lip, and I knew she was going crazy right then. “Hey Lora, I thought you were off tonight?”
She placed the tray down on the bar and looked at the bartender, placing her order before answering me. “Paige, can I have a Grey Goose and tonic and a Cosmo, thanks. Yeah, they needed me. It being the last day of school for most universities, they knew it would be packed.”
I looked over her shoulder and spotted Jeremy immediately. I knew he was here because of his pussy drink. Jeremy’s father designed Club21 and my office building. He’s the best at what he does, so Jeremy and I became kind of close in the process.
He was with a girl though. I didn’t hear him mention he had a girlfriend. From a distance, she looked pretty, and even from behind the table, you could tell she had a nice body. Though, she seemed out of her element, looking around uncomfortably. I ordered three shots for their table and told Lora to tell them that I would join them after I greeted a few people.
Lora swayed her fine ass over to them, and I watched from the bar as I sipped on my drink. For some reason I was drawn to the table. I watched as Lora set down the shot glasses and the girl next to Jeremy snapped her head to him. She looked upset as Jeremy tried to explain something. Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed her Cosmo and gulped it down. Fuck that was sexy! Jeremy grabbed her hand; he seemed to be soothing her. I guess she is his girlfriend. I took a few more sips of my drink and continued to watch; she relaxed as Lora hurried and handed her another drink.
For the next hour, I stood at the bar greeted by a few people and secretly spied on Jeremy’s table. I’m not exactly sure why, but I found her facial expressions interesting. She seemed bored and kept drinking to entertain herself. Even when two additional people joined their table, she looked as if she were just being friendly for their sake.
Jeremy stood up and walked over to the end of the bar; he didn’t spot me. He approached a blond-haired chick and led her to the dance floor. Huh! So that isn’t his girlfriend. The couple from the table also headed to the dance floor, leaving her all by herself.
She raised her hand at Lora who walked over by the bar to grab another Cosmo. She was going through her phone, looking for a booty call maybe? Lora grabbed her drink, and I quickly stood from my stool and followed behind. Lora placed the drink on the table, and I stepped beside her. I stared at the woman before me who had yet to acknowledge my presence. She quickly grabbed her drink and took a long swig; her lips curled into a smile as it went down.
“Um, good evening, Mr. DeLuca, would you like your usual?” Lora formally asked. Around others she used my last name, but when we were alone she wasn’t as formal.
Without taking my eyes off the woman gulping her drink, I said, “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.” Lora seemed angry and stormed off. I didn’t care about Lora anymore the moment I was greeted with the most unique emerald green eyes I had ever seen. I lied earlier when I said she was pretty. She wasn’t. She was absolutely fucking beautiful. I forced a smile, trying to hold my composure. I had flutters in my stomach, can you fucking believe that! Actual fucking butterflies in my stomach, I never felt that shit before. She gently smiled, and it was breathtaking. Calm down, DeLuca; you’ve been around gorgeous women … not this fucking stunning!
Oh my God, I felt a hard-on forming, so I hurriedly slid through the seat before she spotted it. I scooted over until I was near her, and I instantly caught a whiff of her scent. Fuck! She smells like cherry candy. Who fucking doesn’t love cherry-flavored candy? I fought the urge to lunge over the table and attack her lips. I wonder if she tastes like cherries. Okay, get a grip! I turned and nodded at her. Her shaky hands instantly rushed under the table; she was nervous. That’s cute. Did I just use the word cute?
I smiled at her. I had to know who she was, so I blurted out. “Hi, I’m Marcus DeLuca, and you are?” Great, dickhead! That didn’t sound forward at all! Lora handed me my drink, so I grabbed it and took a sip to calm my own nerves.
“Hi, I’m Mia, Jeremy’s friend.” She tilted her head and glanced towards the dance floor. I looked over, quickly nodded, and took another sip of my drink. I had this urge to not drink around her, afraid that she’d judge me. What the hell was I talking about! She just chugged down like five Cosmos. Did that make me a stalker because I knew how many drinks she had? Fuck! I’m acting like a little bitch.
Mia? It fit her perfectly … Why does it sound familiar? Oh wait ... I leaned in and folded my hands on top of the table, keeping them from reaching over to touch her face. It looked so soft. “Are you Sullivan? Mia Sullivan?”
She bit her bottom lip. I couldn’t help but stare at those lips; they were perfect in every way: glossy, full, plump, juicy, kissable lips. My semi-hard-on turned full blown hard.
She finally glanced at me, and at that moment for only a mere second, our eyes locked. I knew I wanted to know more about Mia. She was so beautiful, nothing like I’d ever seen, and she was here, sitting next me. “Yes, how did you know?” she asked, breaking my thoughts.
I stumbled over my words like a fucking dick, “Oh, ah, Jeremy mentioned you a few times. Also, I texted him earlier, to see if he knew you. I’ve heard a lot about the highly-recommended first-year law student, Mia Sullivan.” I tried to make up for it with my playful, flirty grin.
“Yes, that’s me, I … I didn’t apply, Professor Johnson applied on my behalf. He handed me the acceptance letter for the interview this morning actually.” She didn’t give me the response I usually got from other females. Was she not interested? Maybe she did have a boyfriend. I just nodded again, trying to come up with something else to get her attention. That’s when Jeremy approached … douche bag.
“Hey there you are! I see you met Mia!”
“Yes, we met.” Thanks for cock-blocking … cock-blocking? I’m not trying to get in her panties. Well I want to but not just yet.
“So, Marc sorry I can’t hang, but I kind of have this chick that wants to hook up.” He pointed his thumb to some girl by the bar. I took a quick glance and looked at him, hoping that Mia didn’t have to leave as well. He faced Mia. “Mia, I know you had too many drinks tonight. Will you be okay getting home? I’m going to take a cab back to this chick’s place. Also David and Michelle left like ten minutes ago. Are you going to be okay taking a cab home? I can wait for a cab with you, if you like?”
I watched her expression slowly grow angry. You could tell she wanted to snap at him but restrained from doing so … so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’ll drive her.” Mia quickly glared at the drink in my hand. “This is the only drink I’ve had all night, I’m fine. I can drive her home. Go ahead, Jae, get out of here.” So I lied—it was my third drink tonight, but I was good to drive. Jeremy thanked me, kissed Mia on the cheek, lucky bastard, and left.
She watched Jeremy run away, angrily she picked up her drink and chugged it down, slamming it agai
nst the table. I held back a laugh … she was so wasted. Not looking in my direction, she slid across the chair and stood. My heart seriously stopped. Not only was she stunning she had the most curvy, hour-glass, thick-in-all-the-right-places body. Fuck! I adjusted the bulge in my pants before quickly sliding in the opposite direction, made my way to her side, and grabbed her arm to keep her steady.
My breath hitched as I quickly eyed her up and down. Her dress was tight and short. I had this urge to hide her from everyone’s sight. I wanted her all to myself. What the fuck! All to myself? She wasn’t some toy you could just keep hidden in your room to play with as you please, you dick wad! Slowly, I was getting pissed at myself at the thought, then another came to mind. Jeremy was willing to let her go home alone in a cab dressed like that, is he fucking slow or something?
“Hey, you don’t have to take me home. I’m fine with taking a cab. Thanks anyway.” The sound of her sweet voice pierced through my building rage for Jeremy. She began to tug away from my grip. I tightened it, not willing to let her go and began moving forward.
“No, I’m taking you home. What kind of man would I be if I let you go home completely drunk in a vehicle where a cab driver could possibly take advantage of you?” Peeking over my shoulder, I risked another glance at her. “Especially in that dress.” Shit, I just sounded like a super douche bag control freak. I picked up the pace, moving us through the crowd, hoping she didn’t hear me through the pounding music.
Nope, she heard me, and she didn’t like it either. She yanked her arm away from my grip. I turned to face her. With her hands now on her hips, she tried to maintain her wobbly stance. “And what? Shall I get in the car with you, a stranger! What if you take advantage of me?” She yelled over the music. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t help but laugh. Shaking my head, I grabbed her arm a little firmer to keep her from falling.