Three Hitmen: A Triple Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 2)

by Alice May Ball

  “Not that I knew of.” Courtenay’s eyes were wide.

  “You like a little of that now and then, don’t you, Declan?”

  “Ah, just a little. It’s really one for the druggies, the real thrill-chasers. Popular with high-roller gamblers.” He looked over at Courtenay. “It was that scarf you’re wearing made me think of it, I’ll be honest with you.”

  Liam slid over next to Courtenay, “I fucking hated him turning up right when he did.” His hand was on her waist. Her eyes were half closed as she turned to face him. His mouth was gentle on hers. His lips, his tongue tasted hers and he held her head to him.

  Their kiss was soft and long. She nuzzled her head against his chest as he turned to share a kiss with Liam. “If you want me to help, you know that I’d do anything.”

  She looked up into their faces. “You know that, right?”

  Liam laid a hand on her thigh and spoke with a soft smile. His eyes flickered over her face. “I know, love. And I really do appreciate it.”

  Declan looked in her eyes. “We both do.”

  The room was still.

  Liam said to Declan, “It’s not long, is it? Wednesday.”

  “And he could have protection.” Declan’s lip pursed as he glanced through the file, “A Federal marshal even.”

  Liam raised a hand, “Oh, god, we really don’t want to be tangling with one of those. We’d never hear the end of it.”

  Declan nodded. “They’re like fucking bloodhounds.”

  “Bloodhounds with fucking elephant memories.”

  “I’d sooner tangle with the Secret Service.”

  Liam lifted both palms forward, “Oh, wait up, now. Hold your horses there.”

  “Okay, but we don’t want to tangle with any of them.”

  “So Irons’ plan, what do you think?”

  Declan’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? Would you really call that a plan?” He looked back to the file. “It looks like the man would be easy enough to lure away,” his eyes were on Courtenay, “for a luscious morsel of female bait.”

  Liam squeezed her, “You think Miss Marathon Gobble Queen could do it?” He grinned and she slapped his thigh.

  Declan smiled at Courtenay, “Sure, but there’s getting him away somewhere, and there’s getting him away unprotected. Who’s to say he wouldn’t have an assigned driver? One with all the training and the courses. Special weapons training, close-quarter small arms,”

  Liam agreed, “Five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique,” they both nodded.

  “Stuff like that. How do we know what we’re up against?”

  Liam held Courtenay closer. “Is there much that’s any use in the file?”

  Declan shuffled back through the pages, “Sure, there’s a lot of biography. Excellent detail and really handy if you want to hold him in a political discussion or cook him his favorite meal.”

  Liam chuckled. “Could work.”

  Declan looked up. “Fucking long shot. ‘Oh, Mr. Judge, Your Honor, would you help me try out this gumbo recipe I that I just got from my cousin?’” Declan cocked his head.

  Liam chuckled. “Yeah. ‘Just come along with me to my secluded cabin in the woods.’ Bulletproof. What could possibly go wrong?”

  As he read, Declan’s eyebrows steepled. “He has quite a reputation as a horndog, it’s true.” He passed a couple of sheets to Liam.

  After he read a few pages, Liam said, “Yeah. Lots of complaints. None of them proven so far. ” He reached over into the folder for an envelope. “But look here, here are some pictures of girls who brought the complaints.”

  Liam handed a picture to Declan, “How old would you say she was?”

  “OH! Not old enough, that’s for sure.”

  “He’s an equal opportunity creep, though. Look,” He showed Declan another picture, “it says here, she’s in her seventies.”

  “Fine looking woman, though.”

  “Right enough.” The two men grinned.

  Reading over Liam’s shoulder, Courtenay’s face scrunched. “Why does a man have to act like that? Surely he could find women who would be willing to do the things he wanted.”

  Declan’s smile was gentle. “Because that’s the point. It’s the fact that they’re unwilling.”

  Liam nodded. “It’s not the act, it’s the forcing. The domination.”

  Courtenay watched the two men study. She stroked Liam’s thigh and her eyes wandered over Declan’s suit and his fine white linen shirt.

  After they had both rummaged in the file, scanned and discarded the pages, Declan stood and stretched. “So, most of what we know is that we don’t know enough.” He finished his whiskey. “I’m going to see what can turn up. Public information sources. No outsiders, no PIs, bondsmen, or skip tracers.”

  Liam chipped in, “I’ll do what I can on the phone here for a start, then maybe go to a library or something for an internet connection. Nothing traceable, no memorable conversations. Good luck to you. We’re looking for a sparrow in a tornado.”

  “And we don’t have long to find her.”

  “If we can’t put something solid together pretty fast, Irons is going to insist on his half-baked idea of Miss Popsicle playing Mata Hari and we know that’s got no chance.”

  “No, you’re right. As it stands it’s just a recipe to get us dead or in jail, fast.”

  Chapter 4

  With Declan gone out and Liam looking like he was going to be occupied, I felt a little low. Kind of flat. Surely there must be something I could do to help. It was warm and protective of them, both Declan and Liam, wanting to keep me away from all the dangers of their business, but I wanted to be involved so I could be closer with them. And I wanted to help.

  And it had nothing at all to do with Irons. That’s what I told myself as I pressed up next to Liam while he read though the files. He stroked my back and ran his hand on my thigh. It was comforting and pleasant, but I could see that his mind was occupied. I thought maybe I would finish getting dressed, although I’d been hoping for a different start to the day.

  After I planted a soft kiss on Liam’s rough cheek, I stood and turned back toward the bathroom.

  Liam’s big hands seized my ass. He spun me and pulled me down so I knelt in front of him.

  The burr of his voice, hot on my neck as he dragged me to him set off echoing flashes inside me.

  “Where do you think you’re going, hmm?” Behind the sparkles in his eyes, the playful pinches, caresses, and tickles, his was the voice of a killer for sure. “Leaving my cock all hard and dry, long, fat, and pulsing. You’ve got work to do, Miss Backstreet Blowjob.”

  His hand went up between my thighs. “There. You’re good and wet and ready, aren’t you?” His fingers spread my folds and my breath leaped as he pulled up into the front of my opening. Trickles of tingling flowed and grew inside me, ran sparkling from my pussy to my aching nipples. My hips bucked as his thumb circled my wet, swollen hood.

  He put his fingers into my mouth and I tasted myself on his dark, hard flesh. Holding my chin in his palm, he held my face close to his and the scent of his breath set off trembles all the way down to my clenching thighs.

  “Now,” his eyes blazed into mine, “Shall we stick my cock in here?” his thumb pressed on my tongue. Then he slid his hand down my body and I jolted as he reached back inside me. “Or in here?” My hips rolled and my ass clenched as he pushed hard, deep, and high. My back and my pelvis squirmed as he curled his fingers. He scraped at the soft folds in the front and I fell forward and into his lap.

  He yanked my hair and pulled me up to look in his face again. “First,” he growled and dragged his hand up my tummy, up to my breasts. He cupped and squeezed and my nipples stung. He kneaded them both until I moaned. Then he pulled them together. “First, we’ll get it up here,” and I gasped as he rubbed between them.

  He sat back and looked hard in my eyes as his powerful thighs spread. The tented bulge that stretched the Italian cloth of his suit pants tw
itched as I stared at it. I ran my hands up his thighs and reached for his zipper. He swatted my fingers away.

  He gripped my hair and held me with one hand as he unclasped his heavy buckle and opened the front of his pants with the other. He held me back and made me watch as he pulled down the waist of his soft white cotton boxer briefs. His massive cock sprang up in front of me. I wanted to taste it, to feel it press on my tongue. To have it fill and thrust into my tight, wet throat.

  He held my breast again. Pulled me to him. I stretched as close as I could to bury the hard length of him in the hot space between my soft tits. I reached to hold him, but he batted my hands away again, pulling my hair as a warning.

  Liam could be very forceful. The look in his eye told me he knew what he wanted. And that he was going to take it. I should let him. Inside, my body vibrated and sang as I gushed and melted. My breasts bounced on the ridges of his thighs and his hot shaft rubbed up, hot and hard between them.

  All I could do was to push my tits together, close them, warm and soft around his pumping shaft. When I looked down to see his bulb, to watch as it poked up through my cleavage, my tongue rolled out over my lips. My mouth opened and I wanted to feel the fat heat of him in my mouth. Liam yanked my hair to pull my face back up.

  With the fingers and thumb of his other hand he pinched and tweaked my nipples and I yelped. That drew an evil grin across his face. Slowly, deliberately he stood. Taking a hold of my ass as he rose, he pulled me against the ridges of his hard stomach and I shook as I wrapped my thighs as tight around his trunk as I could.

  Slowly he lowered me until I gasped as my aching wet petals sank onto the slick bulb of his cock. His thick, hard shaft split me and my eyes watered as he slid through my soft, wet flesh. As I had my ankles locked behind his back, his angle was steep and my breath snagged as he grazed by my soft trigger spot at the front.

  Slowly at first, but hard and without mercy, he plowed deep into me, using my weight against me to plunge the massive length of his pole higher and harder into me. My fingers flinched and shook as I held onto him with my hands gripped behind his strong, thick neck.

  Then faster, he beat into me. My head snapped back and forth and I cried out as his pelvis slammed the cheeks of my ass and his pole stretched me wide. Oceans of boiling lava bubbled and swelled within me and rose to fill me and spill from a brim. He tugged harder on my hair and bent my neck back. A gushing, bursting cascade of screaming sensation splashed through me.

  His hand seized my throat and the whirlpool of exploding tremor rose in me again. His thumb and fingers squeezed on my neck and he dragged my ear to his mouth.

  “Do you want to feel it?” His hand tightened on my windpipe. “The rush of a gasp, do you want to know what it’s like?”

  I did. I was terrified. I thought wildly about how this would be if you didn’t know the man doing it was a cold, experienced killer. Would it be more terrifying, if he might not know what he was doing, or was the fear more real because I was sure Liam knew exactly how someone would choke, from regular practical experience?

  Quickly, while I still had the courage, I nodded. I looked in his eye. He lifted his eyebrows in question. He wanted to be sure. Wanted me to be sure. I never loved a man like I loved Liam at that moment. I nodded again.

  He squeezed.

  A darkness inside me melted into misty light as all sound faded into the distance. I drifted, twitching into something like a heavenly daze. My body shook and trembled more while inside I became still. It felt more like a breath coming in from outside than the breath leaving me. All I felt was a dreamy sensation of falling, and the spear of Liam’s huge cock, right up through the middle of me.

  Then in a blinding rush of explosive orgasm, my mouth, my throat, my lungs and chest opened and I heard my breath suck in like it filled me to my toes. I trembled and shuddered and I heard myself, shout his name, over and over through shaking sobs of joy and pain.

  ~~~~

  Liam left me sleeping. He left a sweet note to say that he would be back later that afternoon. I held it, turned it over in my hand a few times as I thought about all the things that I’d done with Liam. With both of them, together and separately.

  Sex hadn’t ever been pleasure for me, not really. Not before Liam and Declan. In these few short weeks, they changed my life completely. I would always be grateful to them for that.

  Watching them together, as well as being with them, each of them and both of them, opened me up to intimacy in ways that I could never have imagined before. Love became something we would share, something we would do for each other as well as for ourselves. We did it together.

  Before, it was something that was done to me. Mostly something I wanted to be over just as soon as possible.

  My husband, Hollis, he was a brute. When we were together in high school, I know it sounds dumb but I just didn’t know any better. Really, I don’t think too many girls at Creston High School did know a whole lot better.

  For all that it was a prim, quiet, lawns and white picket fences kind of a small town, with lots of well-dressed people and nice manners and church-going, it seemed like a whole lot of the girls at school had stories of bad things that happened at home or bad treatment from boys. Most often both, it seemed to me.

  When it was planned—and not with any encouragement from me I’ll hasten to add—that I was to marry Hollis, a lot of folks knew what he was like. They saw the looks in his sly eyes. Even though he was the star quarterback and he was a hero in the town, everyone could see he had a cruel streak a country-mile wide.

  “You got to give a little to get a little,” was what people told me, meaning that to marry into his family, and into his family’s money, there were things I would have to go along with. I knew it. Even though I didn’t care one way or the other about his money. And I never saw any of it anyway.

  It was just that, when I looked around, I saw what all the other girls my age were doing. Most of them were either marrying men no better than Hollis, and with no money at all, or they were just getting knocked up, knocked about, and dumped.

  How Hollis took his pleasure from me, was just however he wanted it. Threw me aside like a rag doll when he was done. After we were married he soon lost interest and started seeing other women around town. Can’t say I was too sorry. I didn’t miss his sexual attentions at all. There was nothing too pleasing about seeing the other women he was fucking. It made me feel cheap and dirty looking at them. Especially the days when I knew he’d been there the night before.

  “You don’t need to worry,” he told me once, “none of them are going to tell.” Like he thought they didn’t know about each other. He probably told them all the same kind of shit, the kinds of things he’d told me before. Things he said to make me feel special. Even then, at the start, I knew he was just doing it to get what he wanted. And he seemed like he would be the best option that would come my way.

  Imagine that. If I’d known then what I know now.

  ~~~~

  Liam and Declan were both determined that I shouldn’t take part in the contract on the judge. He sounded like a truly horrible man though, and I didn’t mind the idea so much, but I kept it to myself.

  I might have had something to say about that but when Irons mentioned it first and Declan said, she’s not a part of this, I felt a little pang, like a drip of disappointment. I wouldn’t contradict Declan though, and definitely not in front of Irons. I thought maybe I’d talk to Declan about it later, but I wasn’t sure. He seemed edgy about the whole situation.

  I could see how much Liam was against the idea. Declan just wasn’t crazy about me being anywhere near Irons. It surprised me that he would be uncomfortable about it though, but I guess we really hadn’t known each other all that long. Sometimes I felt as though Liam and Declan and I had always known each other. The first time I saw them, in the bright morning glare in the cafe, I felt a connection immediately. A connection that seemed to stretch back forever, like I’d known them all my
life. Or maybe I’d just been expecting them.