by Hamel, B. B.
“You send my best to O’Brian, yeah?”
“Sure, Jimmy. Same goes to your boss.”
We shook hands again and I walked back out through the main door. The goon was still sitting on his stool, and didn’t look up at me. I stood in front of him and cleared my throat, cocking one brow. Without glancing up from his newspaper, he held my piece out. I took it, tucked it back into my pants, and then walked back out into the street.
My mind worked overtime as I walked down the block toward my car. The Italians obviously didn’t want a war if Jimmy was willing to tell me all of that. They probably knew I’d show up there sooner or later. Ordering Fabrizio home was a good move on their part, but losing track of him was a total fucking nightmare.
And worst of all was his claim that they had gotten married. Why wouldn’t Brenna tell me about that? As far as the Italians were concerned, when you married a woman she was yours for life, no matter what happened. You didn’t just marry a Mob guy on a whim, because it could be a prison sentence if you weren’t ready for it.
What the fuck was Brenna thinking?
I climbed into my car and gripped the steering wheel. I was pissed, angrier than I had ever been before. And I knew it wasn’t just because of the shit situation we found ourselves in, because the idiot Italians had lost track of Fabrizio. The Italians and the Irish had been on the brink of war a hundred times and we had always figured a way to work things out without spilling blood. I wasn’t worried about that.
No, I was pissed that Brenna would marry a dumb fucking goon like Fabrizio. I was pissed that some asshole got to have her, when she was all that I had wanted for years. I wasn’t sure why the marriage made things worse, but somehow it did. I wanted to break him into pieces, to tear him limb from limb.
Fuck, that was a shitty thing to think. I had no claim on her. She was her own damn person with her own choices to make, and I had no right to second-guess them. I had my chance years ago and fucked it up beyond belief.
But the memory of her body pressed against mine, and how hard my cock was, and how badly I wanted to taste her lips overwhelmed everything else. Her innocent eyes staring at me with pure lust like she was practically dripping already.
I started the engine and headed back toward the house.
Chapter Seven: Brenna
After lunch, I got back home as fast as I could. Even though I knew it was crazy, I kept thinking that I saw someone over my shoulder, following me through the streets. I knew it was stupid, but the text had put me way on edge, and my mind was playing tricks on me.
I pushed open the front door and walked into the main foyer.
“Hello? Dad? Colin?” I called out, but only got my own echo in return. I shut the door behind me and bolted it.
With a sigh, I went upstairs, passed my room, and headed up toward the roof deck. I pushed out and walked down the wood boards, sitting down under an umbrella. The city spread out ahead of me and I looked around, smiling to myself.
Which is when it hit me. The last time I was out on the deck during the afternoon was years ago.
I was pissed, really pissed, I remembered. I sat down with a huff and crossed my legs. The door to the house opened a minute later, and Colin stepped out.
“Hey, Bren. You okay?”
I looked up at him, biting back tears. “I’m fine. What do you want?”
He walked over to me, his face a tight mask of concern, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew.
“I’m just checking on you.”
“Yeah, thanks anyway.”
He ignored my comment and sat down next to me.
“I heard what happened...” he started.
“What do you know about any of this?”
He shrugged. “Not much. Your dad can be an asshole, but he would never do anything to hurt you.”
I shook my head. “You don’t get it.”
“You’re right. I’m still sorry you’re hurting.”
What a weird guy. He was always so quiet around me, so intense and brooding. I had to admit, I spent a lot of time noticing him, the way he moved, the muscles under his clothes. He was handsome and smart and nothing like the guys back at my school. There was a toughness about him that was hard to ignore.
I stood up and walked over to him, sitting down in his lap. He looked at me with a slight grin.
“I’ve noticed you,” I said softly.
“Hard not to, since we live together.”
I had never done anything like this before. Sure, I had kissed boys, even done more with a few, but I’d never thrown myself at one before. I had to admit, I loved the way he was looking at me, and the way his body felt under mine.
“You know what I mean.”
“Bren...”
And that’s when I kissed him. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his.
I’d never felt like that before. His lips were soft and surprised at first, but quickly fell into rhythm against mine, our tongues touching. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his strong frame and suddenly, the world below was gone, totally gone. I could feel his bulge stiffen underneath me and it drove me even crazier. I’d never been that wet before, didn’t even realize it was possible.
I began to move my hips, rubbing up against his hard dick, and he gasped slightly. He reached his hands around and grabbed my breasts squeezing them softly, kissing me hard. It was driving me crazy, my soaked pussy grinding down on his large hard dick, and his hands working my tits. I was beginning to lose myself in the pleasure and electricity jolting up through my core.
And then he pulled away.
“What?” I gasped.
“We can’t do this.”
“I want you.” And I hadn’t truly realized it, but I did, and had for a while.
“But I’m nothing, and your father...”
“Fuck my father and his business. I don’t care who you were.”
He stared at me for another second, and then pulled my face in for another hard kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and shifted myself, straddling his hips, his hard cock pressing up against my thin shorts. I gasped as he took my hips and pressed me down, increasing the friction on my spot, grinding his cock against my soaked pussy.
I hadn’t felt like that before, wild and lost with desire and need. And as quickly as it started, he suddenly stood up, bringing me with him. I let out a surprised yelp as he easily took me into the air then put me back down to one side.
“We can’t,” he said again. “Not like this, at least.”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll come see you. Tonight, later.”
My mouth hung open, my breath coming in gasps. “Okay, later.”
He gave me one last look and then retreated quickly into the house.
That was it. He never showed up later that night, and I left for college the next day. We didn’t talk after that, but the intense electricity still lingered between us. Frankly, just remembering it got me a little wet.
And look at him now, I thought. Biting my lip, I slipped my hand down my panties and began to slowly rub myself. What the fuck am I doing? I thought, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t help myself. I had gotten off a few times over the years to the thought of Colin, and that particular memory never failed to get me started.
I ran through the whole first encounter with him again, paying special attention to the way he kissed me, the way his hands grabbed my breasts and pushed my hips against his dick. I let out small moans, trying to be quiet. I was out in the open on the roof deck, but I knew nobody would be home, at least not for a little while.
Pleasure moved through me as I rubbed, and I realized how soaked through I was. The image of Colin in just a towel came back to me, and how it felt for him to press himself up against me in my room. I wanted all of that, wanted him to pull the towel away and let me take his thick cock in both of my hands. I wanted to slip it inside of me, slowly sink my hips down along his length as he guided me wit
h his hands.
Or I could push his face down, down along my soaked core, and let his rough tongue roll along my folds as I rode his face. I wanted him to make me come, wanted it so badly. I kept rubbing myself, gasps becoming moans, and my muscles tensed. I pictured him fucking me in the bathroom, pressing me up against the cold tile as his stiff and rough dick pressed deep into me. I’d wanted him for so long, always wondered what it would have been like to take his dick hard.
I could see him in my mind’s eye above me, defined chest muscles wet with sweat as he thrust into me. He’d move slow at first, but quickly pick up pace, big dick filling me up. I’d grind my hips up against him and take every inch.
The thought of his body working on top of mine pushes me over the edge. I let out a loud gasp, my whole body stiff, as I came. Pleasure flooded through me and my mind went blank as my fingers worked quickly along my soaked clit, and I had a heavy, knee-shaking orgasm. The world became a swirl and nothing for half a minute as I slowly came down, catching my breath.
Panting, I pulled my hand from my soaked underwear. What the fuck was that? I thought to myself, looking around, dazed. I was floating on a post-orgasm cloud, but I couldn’t believe I had just gotten off in a semi-public place. Fortunately, nobody saw anything.
Then again, I realized, part of me wouldn’t have minded if Colin had walked out at that exact moment.
I woke up with a start. It took me half a second to realize that my phone buzzed in my lap, which is what pulled me out of my nap. I fell asleep on the roof? I must have been pretty satisfied, I thought, shaking my head, still a little groggy. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, which meant I had slept for at least an hour or two.
I pulled my phone up and checked the message. It was from Colin, asking where I was. I typed back real quick, letting him know, and put the phone away.
What a bizarre day. It started with Vince texting me, and ended with me getting off to the thought of Colin. Vince, in the city, and Colin ... my mind trailed off, confused.
I needed to tell him the truth. I needed to tell him about the marriage, that stupid mistake.
I still didn’t understand why I went through with it. At first, I thought Vince had been kidding, with his adorable smile and his fake-looking ring. But after a second, I realized he was completely serious, and that fake-looking diamond was absolutely real, and absolutely fucking huge. It must have cost him a fortune. But that was the kind of man Vince was, and when he got an idea in his head, he ran with it. Nothing was going to stop him. One week later, we were in City Hall getting married by a Justice of the Peace, and I was officially Brenna Fabrizio. On paper, at least. Vince hadn’t gotten permission to marry from his family, which was why we had to hide the whole thing. The plan was to eventually win them over, then have a big ceremony.
In the meantime, though, we’d live as a married couple. As man and wife. Until the truth about him had slowly become obvious to me. I should have seen it from the start, I should have realized he would end up being an abusive psycho cheater, but I didn’t.
And Colin didn’t know. Neither did my dad, but for some reason I felt less bad about that. As much as I hated to admit it, I did need Colin to protect me. It was the reason I had come home to begin with. I couldn’t expect him to keep me safe if he didn’t even know the whole story, right?
I sighed, adjusting myself, and decided I’d tell him everything. As soon as I saw him, I’d tell him the whole story. It was the right thing to do.
Almost as if on cue, the doors pushed open and Colin walked out onto the deck. I looked up startled.
“Hey, you scared me.”
He shrugged. “Sorry about that.”
I blinked and took him in. He was a little sweaty, but he looked incredible; muscles bulging through his tight white dress shirt, his slacks perfectly conformed to his muscular thighs. But his usual carefree grin was gone, replaced with a serious mask. I hadn’t seen Colin give me that look in a long time.
“What’s up? You seem a little off,” I said jokingly.
For half a second I wondered if he could smell the cum on my fingers. Maybe he knew I had gotten myself off to the thought of him. But no, of course not, that was totally paranoid. He couldn’t read minds—at least I hoped not.
“Had a rough day.” He sat down in a chair across from me.
“Some thugs give you trouble? Their knees wouldn’t break, I bet.”
He didn’t even crack a smile. “Something like that.”
I frowned, not sure what else to say. He wasn’t normally so angry.
“You want to talk about it?”
“Is Fabrizio in town?” he asked suddenly.
I stared at him, surprised. “Yeah, he is.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
I looked away, biting my lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a burden.”
“Don’t be stupid, Bren. It’s the reason I’m here.”
I looked back at him. “Yeah, that’s the only reason?”
He nodded. “Because your father asked me to.”
“Speaking of him, where is my dad? He’s hardly been home.”
Colin waved his hand. “He sleeps out a lot since he got his promotion. Don’t try to change the subject.”
“Fine. I’m sorry, I should have told you.”
“How did he contact you?”
“He sent me a text.”
Colin held out his hand. “Let me see.”
I made a face. “No way.”
“You don’t have to give me the phone, just let me see the message.”
I sighed, pulled it up, and tossed the phone over to him. He snatched it out of the air despite it being an awful throw and gave me a look. After a few seconds of staring at the screen, he stood and walked it over, handing the phone back.
“That’s it, there’s nothing else.”
He sat back down, leaving one chair between us. “Tell me next time.”
“Okay, I will.”
“Do you want a new phone?”
“Why?”
“So he can’t message you. I can take care of that.”
“It’s fine, I blocked his number.”
“He’ll get other numbers. Last chance.”
I had no clue why he was being so short with me, but it was starting to piss me off. I may have withheld some information, but it wasn’t like I did something horrible.
“It’s fine, whatever.”
He looked away and was silent for a second.
“Look, Colin—“
He interrupted me, not looking over. “I know about the marriage.”
I stared open mouthed at him, completely surprised. “I was just about to tell you.”
“It’s fine, just another thing you decided to withhold.”
“It didn’t seem important.”
He looked back, his expression angry. “Are you joking? It’s the most important thing. That psycho thinks he has a real claim on you, all because of some Old World bullshit.”
“He’s insane, Colin. It was a mistake.”
“How could you marry someone like him?”
I clenched my jaw. “I told you, it was a mistake.”
He looked away again. “Don’t leave the house without me anymore.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No. The Italians don’t know where Fabrizio is, and I can’t protect you if you’re out on your own. From now on, you don’t leave my sight.”
“Is this some weird punishment for marrying him?”
“No, this is for your own good.”
“What do you know about me, Colin? I don’t owe you anything.”
He stood up, clearly angry. I stared after him, shocked at the way the conversation had gone, reeling from the way he was acting toward me.
“I know you don’t. But whether you like it or not, I have to watch over you. Don’t leave the house without me.”
“Whatever. I guess I’ll be a prisoner here, too.”
He looked at me, barely concealing his rage. “It’s fine if you think that. But I still have to make sure you’re safe.”
“Yeah, fine.”
He stared at me for a second, his eyes serious and intense. I couldn’t read his expression. Before I could say anything, he turned away and stalked back into the house.
I sat there alone on the deck feeling like someone had dropped a bomb directly into my lap. It made no sense, the way he reacted. I knew he cared about me, but why did he care so much that I had married Vince? And what made him think that he could order me around?
Nothing made sense. I wished I could go back in time and tell him up front.
The memory of his body pressed against mine lingered even as his presence disappeared inside.
Chapter Eight: Colin
My hands moved fast, as fast as I could make them go. They were like a blur as I pounded again and again into the heavy bag, bashing my knuckles against the sand-filled fabric. I imagined it was Fabrizio and I was breaking his skull for hurting Bren. Sweat dripped down my body, drenching my tight black T-shirt and short red shorts as I moved my feet and started another barrage.
I didn’t understand why I was so angry with her, why I would take her marrying that loser so personally. People made mistakes, and I’d been with plenty of girls since she left—but for some reason, I never imagined that she would really choose someone else, or at the very least, that she would never go so far as to marry them. But she did, and there I was smashing the heavy bag with my linen-wrapped knuckles, savoring the tiredness in my muscles and the pain in my fists.
One punch and it’s Fabrizio. Another, and it’s my own face. I want to beat myself senseless for being such an ass. And I want to beat Fabrizio senseless for hurting Bren.
I smash the bag a few more times, exhaustion from my workout beginning to overtake me, and I take a few steps back, breathing hard.
“Good form,” I heard from over by the steps. I looked over and saw O’Brian standing there, grinning at me.
“Hey Boss. I was just working out.”
He shrugged, walking down into his own little private gym. He had it installed in the basement of his huge home, though he never used it himself. Sometimes I came over and gave the equipment a quick cleaning, and sometimes I even did a little circuit through the weight machines. I had no clue whether or not he was okay with it, but he never bothered me when I was down there.