by Frankie Love
It chokes me to say it.
I take a long breath. And he’s watching me. Not judging. Just caring.
“Sorry. I haven’t told anyone about this before. I’ve carried it, but now I feel how raw it still is. That moment, it was like the whole world stopped. He looked in my eyes. I know he wanted to say something. To take it all back. To make it somehow be undone. I still believe he could have done that, if he’d only stopped two seconds earlier. Just three words sooner.”
I clear my throat. “After he said, ‘I don’t care,’ there was no getting away from it. We both knew there wouldn’t ever be a way past it.”
He moves to take my hand, but I don’t want to be held now. Somehow he understands, and he keeps a distance.
I have to finish the story. “Mom always challenged him to take a DNA test, taunting him about whether he’s really my father or not. It hurts me to say it, but I think he is. I see too much of the asshole in myself.”
He looks at me, and he waits. After a few moments I tell him, “Maybe you’re not as stupid as you look.”
Then I do let him hold me. And it feels so good. I feel safe in a way that I haven’t felt for a long time. Longer than I can remember.
I tell him, “We haven’t finished our one-and-only.”
He pulls back and looks in my eyes. With a straight face, he says, “You think you’re getting more?”
“You are so fucking full of yourself, roadrunner.”
He shrugs. “Ask me nicely. I’ll see what I can do.”
Damn, I could really get used to that twinkle.
He makes a call. Then he holds the button for the intercom and gives Bruno an address.
After that, he calls Daddy.
Chapter Ten
Giovani
Joey has a suite ready for me at the club.
When I introduce Lily, his eyes pop. “You’re the girl he’s head over heels in hate with?”
She sighs, “You haven’t seen my Ms Lily feed either? Do you even have the internet in this town?”
He smiles and looks at me. His head shakes as he shows Lily into a back bar.
I head up to the suite.
The dark, stylish suite has a luxurious bedroom, but I won’t be needing that. A couch and two armchairs are arranged around a heavy glass table in the large, open sitting room, with well-stocked bookshelves, and an equally well-stocked drinks cabinet.
I stand while I’m waiting.
Leo Franconi arrives half an hour late. He’s a bear of a man. His eyes could burn you down in a minute. I don’t believe I’ve ever been this frightened in my life before.
I offer him a drink. He refuses. We’re still standing.
“So.” he snarls, “You’re the Moretti’s boy?” I don’t answer him. “What the fuck have I come to this shithole for?”
It’s pretty simple, so I tell him, “This,” and I drive my shoe hard and fast, straight into his balls. As he tips forward, I give him a hard smash with the edge of my wrist into the side of his neck. He topples, but he doesn’t fall. He puts out a thick arm to prop himself up, and he lets out a loud growl as he swings a savage kick at my shin.
I collapse hard onto the rug.
He roars.
“I don’t know how the fuck you see this ending, you spindly streak of turd,” he’s up on one knee, climbing to his feet and reaching behind his back, “But you just bought yourself a long, slow, and very fucking painful death.”
He’s reaching for a gun, so I feel no remorse, pulling my knife and jamming it down into his foot.
Blood gushes, and he howls. When I tug my knife out, it makes the blood spurt more. I jump up and behind him. It takes me using both hands to bend his gun hand up his back. He’s strong enough that he doesn’t lose a grip on the automatic.
I kick the back of his knee and he goes down. Keeping hold of his wrist, I have to twist and jump to stay out of his firing line.
When he’s face down on the floor, I put my foot between his shoulders and yak his arm, hard.
It still takes me two hard pushes to make him drop the gun.
I bring a hard kick into his kidney to reward him.
Kneeling on his back with his arm still twisted up for safety, I press the knife high at his jugular.
I snarl into his ear, “Still want long, slow, and painful death on the agenda, asshole?”
He growls. I jab the knife harder.
“Okay!” he blurts. “No!”
I ask him, “You wanted me to protect your daughter, right? So you made a big mistake sending a man to kill her. Because here I am, protecting her.” I twist his arm some more. “Aren’t you pleased that I’m doing such a great job?”
His eyes dart and bulge. I ask him, “Have you made a deal with the O’Malleys?”
“All but. What the fuck is it to you?”
“To me, not so much. To Lily, a lot.” I shove my knee hard into his back. “What did you plan to do to the O’Malleys? How did you plan to fuck them over?”
“Fuck off.”
“What was it going to be, bad dope? A call to the feds on the first shipment? Girls in cages to set them up for a trafficking rap?”
“You think you’re so fucking smart.”
“You’re going to put Lily in charge of it. She’ll oversee the deal, on the terms you agreed with Liam O’Malley. No shenanigans, no double cross. A straight deal.”
“She can’t do that. She doesn’t have the experience.”
I bang his ear with my fist. “This is how she’ll gain the experience. She’ll have backup. It will prepare her for when you hand over control of the family to her.”
His eyes stretch wide. “I’m not going to do that. You know a woman can’t be a made guy. It’s the rules.”
“And you know that we make our own rules, asshole. And you know that one of them is, you don’t do what you did.” His eyes bulge. “You know what I’m talking about. If word of that got out, around the L.A. mobs, for instance, you would be shredded to ribbons.”
“But you don’t need to fear the L.A. mobs, Leo.” I lean close to his ear. “You need to keep one eye open when you sleep, looking out for me. From this moment, Leo fucking Franconi, I own you. Now and for the rest of your fucking life. Don’t you forget it for a second.”
I pull out my phone and call. “You can come in now.”
Lily closes the door quietly behind her and stands looking at him. “Anything you want, while your daddy is in a receptive mood?”
She glowers down at him. “You agreed to make me head of the family?”
He blinks slow. Nods. Then he says, “Yes,” in a croak.
“You really are the fucking coward I always believed you were,” she sneers. “But it took a man to prove it.”
Then she says, “Yes, there is something I want. Take the fucking DNA test, asshole. I’m probably more afraid than you are of how it will turn out, but I have a right to know.”
Then she looks back up to me.
“Okay, Giovani. Thank you. He’s all yours now.” And she sits on the couch to watch.
I tell him, “You’re lucky. If Lily hadn’t sat down, if she’d left the room, I would have given you a good kicking and broken a few of your ribs as a going away present.”
Her voice is cold as she says, “Seriously. Don’t mind me.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, “but it would feel disrespectful to you. Kicking your father, while he’s down, in front of you.”
She shrugs. “I’ll take it as a compliment. Though, honestly, I really don’t care.”
I tell Leo, “Start making plans to hand over to Lily.”
I reach down and yank his ear. I tug until his head comes off the rug. A long groan burbles from his gut as I pull harder. Then his shoulders come up. The weight of his upper body hangs off his ear. “And do not fucking think of crossing me.”
I let go of his ear and his forehead bangs on the floor.
“You want me to get some guys to scoop you up and wheel you to th
e E.R.?”
Slowly, painfully, biting his lip, he climbs unsteadily up to his feet. He hobbles to the door and makes it outside before his foot gives way.
I call down the corridor, “Joey? Put the bleeding asshole somewhere tiled and call him an ambulance.”
Joey and Umberto come up to drag Leo away.
Umberto says, “This is the head of an L.A. crime family?”
“One of the top five,” I tell him.
Joey looks at Leo. Then at me. He shakes his head. “Do you think you stepped up far enough?”
When he’s gone, a single tear tracks down Lily’s cheek. She does nothing to wipe it away. I know this is one of those moments where she needs to take her own time.
I never met a woman like her.
I tell her, “I need a shower.”
She says, “That’s good, because I really need you in a shower.”
I want to move. To hold her. Take her. But I know this move has to be at her time. It’s hard, but I wait. And I tell her, “I want to taste you before you’re too clean.”
Her eyelids lower. “Trust me, roadrunner, I will never be anything like clean around you.”
I’m shocked. “‘Never’? Isn’t this just finishing the one-and-only with an after-party?”
“Sure,” she takes a step backward. “Maybe a two-and-only. It could be a long after-party.”
Her eyes flash as I make a stride toward her and I say, “Well, we don’t want your dress to get messed up.”
“Oh, no.” her tongue flicks over her lips. “Definitely not.”
I fling my arms around her. Her mouth opens and I press my lips on hers. And pull down the front of her dress. Snap open her bra.
I grab her tit. She moans and kisses me harder. I grab her hair as I rip my mouth away to kiss her throat and her neck.
She rips my shirt open. Buttons pop and fly. Her mouth is on my chest. She yanks my shirt out of my pants. Her tongue licks and flicks over my pecs and my abs. She takes nips and bites.
I squeeze her breasts. Pull them against my abs and my hips.
She nibbles my ribs and my side.
I slide my hands up her legs. Hold her ass. Feel the tops of her thighs. Press against her wet, clinging panties.
She grinds her pussy into my hand. On the ridge of my thigh. Up my leg. Her body rises, turns. Writhes and twists.
I need her mouth. With a hand in her hair, I yank her head back and pull her to me.
Locked together again, we grab and claw.
I pull her against me, wrap her tight in my arms. Our breath and our tongues push and beat together. I rub her pussy.
She gasps. Her legs spread.
I have to have her dress off. The hooks at the back are tight. I pull too hard. They make a loud rip.
The pretty dress drops. Falls, fluttering to the floor. She kicks it away.
She is busy yanking on my belt.
I hold her shoulders. “I have to see you. Let me look.”
She scowls back. Naked, all but for her wet panties and her shiny boots.
Her eyes flash. Her hair tumbles and her breasts bounce as her head shakes.
She’s impatient. I know. And I am.
I throw her on the couch.
Chapter Eleven
Lily
He shrugs off the crumpled mess of his clothes and stretches his hard, bare body over me. He pulls a hard kiss from my mouth. Squeezes and sucks on my breasts. I judder inside. He licks and nibbles my stomach.
Then he rips my panties. Cool air on my cunt is replaced by his hot breath as he hauls my thighs up, over his shoulders.
He blows, breathes, fans me. The rough, hard buzz of his cheek and his jaw scrapes the inside of my thigh. His lips brush the tops of my legs and stroke me over my mound.
At the first lick, I moan and claw at him. Dig my fingers into his shoulders. I roll my hips to grind the lips of my cunt into his mouth.
I’m flooded with sensations.
He sucks my clit, trills his tongue over and around my mound and my hood. I jolt and twist. He laps my wings. Slow. Sure, like he already knows me. Presses and squeezes with his tongue flat and wide.
His velvet tongue stretches. Turns. Pierces and slices me. Upward. Hooking back. Pushing up. Dragging down. I flutter open.
My back arcs as his tongue slides up inside me. My walls flutter, trying to grip and hold him. His lips press my wings and make a seal.
Between my folds, high at the front, he knows where to find my trigger spot. And he knows how to woo and tease it. My ass clenches. Buzzes and zings flash around my whole body.
I tip my pelvis to shove my cunt along his tongue, into his mouth, pushing my lips hard against his. Squeezing and suckling the impossible length of his muscular tongue.
My fingers stretch and claw. My thighs quiver and zing.
I shout, groan, thrash, and moan. And I gush. Into his mouth. He laps and sucks, moaning with pleasure.
He holds my hips as I clench and rock, shouting. Bursting. Collapsing. Melting and splashing into his evil mouth.
Damn him.
He moves his body up, rising to stretch over me. Even exhausted, I arc toward him. My tits want him. My mouth wants him. My treacherous arms and hands and legs want him. And my cunt wants him.
His whole is face is wet. With my fingers, I wipe his mouth. Then I lick my fingers. Suck them one by one.
The hard underside of his massive cock presses and nudges my clit.
His eyes burn deep into me. I pull his face to me. Lock my mouth on his. Feel the invasion of his tongue as he draws his hips back, lowering the head of his enormous pole to drop into my swollen lips.
I reach down. I have to feel his hard thickness as he gets ready to slide into me.
He lifts my ass, and I wrap my legs around him.
I ask him, “Are you tough enough to take my boots on your back?”
“Your daddy would probably think so.”
Then I shiver, remembering how he put Daddy down. “Yeah. I guess you are.”
Then I shout as he slides in. I’m overflowing instantly with sensations of pleasure and pain.
His voice is low and dirty. “Want me to go easier?”
I kick my heels into his back. “Should I get spurs?”
He drives into me, stretching me wide. Inside me, banks of floodlights whumped on.
I feel like he’ll tear me in two. In spite of the pain, my back curls to tip my pelvis to him, drawing him deeper.
But, of course, he has his pace.
And we flow.
I feel like we’re two parts of a pattern. Like the yin-yang symbol. Two histories, two worlds combining, melting together, fusing into each other. Forming into a new day. Like a huge part of me I didn’t even know I lost has come back to reclaim me. To make me new and whole.
I wrap my arms around him. Grab and pull at his head. His ass. Scrape and claw at his back. His rhythm takes me over. I slide on him and up, down him and push. Sweat pools between us.
He rolls his hips, changing his angle, reaming me in all directions like a complex choreography. All powered, driven by hot, mindless hunger.
I scrape and pull his hair. Stare pleading into his eyes. Tremble as I touch his face. Trace his lips. Rise to take his shaft, spearing me.
He pummels me into the couch.
When he bends his body to suck on my tit, a force gathers in my core. My back arcs and my juices flow. He lifts my ass, bucking harder, pounding into me.
Liquid fountains of sensation spray, crackling through me as I shake and moan. Rocking harder, trying to keep up with him.
He rams me up to another plateau and I’m breathless, helpless, free to abandon myself and let go. Poised for the drop.
Then he tips me higher. I explode and collapse, tumbling, floating, expanding. Bursting into light.
I clench and grip him tight as he tunnels and I feel like he’s all the way through me and out of the top.
My eyes clamp shut and I bite on his neck a
s I tumble and fall, waves rise and crash and I splash and lose count and all sense of everything.
There’s nothing else. Only him and me. Me wrapped around him. Him in me.
Again.
And again.
When I stroke his hair and his face and tell him I need to rest a moment, he grins and says, “Sure.”
He rolls over. Pulls me up on top of him. His pelvis, his hard trunk between my stretched out thighs, his huge pole, hard and hot inside me, and the burn of his leering eyes, he knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Bastard.”
He just laughs as my body starts to move. The roll of my ass against his hard thighs, the bounce of my tits and the scrape of my cunt in the wetness on his pubic bone, all of it makes me rock.
I lean down and bite his neck and his shoulders as my wet lips stretch and drag on the ridges of his cock. My hair tumbles in his face. His fingers run through my hair and stroke my face.
“You are fucking amazing,” he growls.
My teeth sink into him as I say, “You’re amazing fucking.” I hope he didn’t hear me.
He’s only beaten the crap out of the meanest motherfucker on the west coast and stolen his daughter in front of his very fucking eyes. I wouldn’t want him to get cocky.
Oh my god, what a fucking cock! It heats up and swells. I’m going over again. My body has to fuck him on auto. I’m gone.
His balls slap against my ass. My ass shakes and bounces. His cock scrapes mercilessly up my tenderest seam. I’m brimming, swelling to crack and overflow.
A bulge starts at the base of his cock. Then it flashes up and a hot fountain of lava blasts inside me. Then another. I’m shaking inside and out. My face is wet. Our bodies splash.
He calls my name.
At last.
At long fucking last.
He says my name.
And I’m spent. All I can do is grip him with my cunt to keep all his seed inside and kiss him. Wet and sloppy and mindless.