Seven Days: A young black woman makes a deal with a mob boss.

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by Diana Hoffman


  Victoria walked inside the tiny building and knocked on his office door. "What?!" she heard him yell through the door.

  She opened it and walked inside. She saw Mr. Parker leaning over his desk counting money. She stared at the middle-aged, chubby, short bald man as he looked up at her.

  "Well, my favorite girl. Do you have my money, Vicky?" Mr. Parker growled at her. "Or did you come to ask for an extension...yet again."

  "Mr. Parker, I know we are extremely late, but I had to leave town for a little while, so I don't have my half of the money. But if you could just extend our deadline by two weeks, I promise, I can figure something out by then. Or I can give you half now, and the other half in two weeks."

  She noticed his eyes roam over her body. "Since when did you start dressing so nice?" he asked.

  "Mr. Parker, did you hear what I said?" Victoria said, crossing her arms over her chest.

  Mr. Parker shook his head. "You either pay me all of the money now...or you and your family are out on the street by tomorrow morning. You think you can play me. You come in here with fancy new clothes, but yet you can't pay the rent. Bullshit." He then slowly slid his eyes down her body again. She hated when he looked at her. His sleazy eyes had been wandering over her body even when she was a young girl who would come in with her mom to pay the rent.

  But there was no way in hell she was going to get that money by today. Shit! "Mr. Parker, I don't have the money now. But I promise, I can get it in two weeks," Victoria said, almost pleading. It made her sick to have to do this.

  Mr. Parker leaned back in his chair. His eyes roamed over her body for the third time. "Well, judging by those clothes, looks like you've finally been putting your better assets to use. You know, we could always work out our alternative deal...I offered that to you a while back, remember?"

  Victoria felt sick. At that exact moment, she hated men. Did she have a fucking sign on her forehead that read, 'Weak and poor...will have sex for money?' Why did men think they could treat her this way? She wanted to stab Mr. Parker with the letter opener on his desk. She didn't understand this new violent streak in her, but she loathed that man right then.

  "Are you going to give me the extension or not?" Victoria spat at him, trying her best to ignore his disgusting offer.

  "Not. But if you give me a blow job, I might consider letting you have your two weeks," he said with a smirk.

  "Fuck you," Victoria said, before she turned and stomped toward the exit. "I want that money today or you're out!" she heard him holler right before she slammed the door.

  When Victoria arrived back at Nic's condo she broke down. She hated feeling this helpless. Money. Fucking money!! She wished she could shred it all and send everyone back to the dark ages. She laughed through her tears thinking about that. She walked into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. She tried to think really hard about how to get that money. She actually looked around Nic's condo and thought about selling something...but that would be dishonest and she couldn't do that. More tears seemed to come as everything looked useless. Not that crying helped, but crap, she couldn't stop the tears. She'd have to call her mom and dad and tell them to start packing. Mr. Parker didn't make idle threats. She had seen him kick people out before, including this little old Puerto Rican lady, who had gotten behind on payments. He didn't care. Victoria cried even harder thinking about Ms. Juarez sitting on her suitcase with nowhere to go. She had wanted to invite the lady into their apartment, but her father had said absolutely not. So, she watched from her window as hours passed until someone came to get the little old lady. Hopefully a family member.

  Victoria closed her eyes as more tears squeezed from the corners and ran down the sides of her face and into her hair. She took a deep breath when she felt the bed sink down. She quickly opened her eyes to find Nic hovering over her with both his arms braced on either side of her head.

  Nic saw the tears in her eyes and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

  He watched as Victoria quickly tried to shield her face from him but that caused her to cry even harder. "Victoria, what's wrong? Did someone say or do something to you?" Nic asked, feeling the hairs rise on his arms. He was about to fuck someone up.

  Victoria tried to speak, but it just came out in a loud, hoarse cry, "My family is go—going to be kicked out tomorrow morning. Be—because we can't pay the rent. God, I hate him!"

  "Who?" Nic asked.

  "No one. It's fine. I'll get over it," Victoria sniffed, trying to pull herself together. She rose up on the bed causing Nic to stand. She quickly wiped at her tears. Why did she tell him her problems? Like he would actually care. It was his fault this shit was happening anyway. He was no better than Mr. Parker.

  "Who is your landlord?" Nic asked again.

  "Mr. Parker. He's such an asshole. Good riddance that we'll be leaving his place anyway," Victoria tried to rationalize. She would have to call her mom in a bit and deliver the news.

  Nic grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Grab your jacket."

  Victoria obeyed, but then asked, "Where are we going?"

  "To pay Mr. Parker a little visit," Nic said, as they walked outside and got into his car. "What's the address?" Nic asked, while pulling out into the street.

  "Nic, this is my family's problem. Not yours."

  "That's not what I asked you. The address."

  Victoria sighed and told him, but then added, "I wouldn't even bother, he's a total dick."

  "Why were you crying?" Nic asked, ignoring her assessment of her landlord.

  Victoria didn't feel comfortable telling Nic these things. The less he was a part of her life, the better. But also...she knew that this was her day to turn over a new leaf and start playing this game Nic's way.

  "Because I have jeopardized my family. They're getting kicked out because of me and my lack of being able to contribute. And because Mr. Parker said some mean and nasty things to me."

  Nic squeezed the steering wheel. "What did he say?"

  Victoria told Nic, and he just nodded his head.

  They arrived at Mr. Parker's building in less than twenty minutes due to Nic's impatient driving. When they got out, Nic told Victoria to wait outside the door.

  Nic knocked. "What?!" Mr. Parker yelled. Nic opened the door, walked in, and locked it behind him. He turned to look at the tiny, little man.

  "Who are you and what do you want?" Mr. Parker asked, speaking around his cigar.

  "I'm Nic Andretti," Nic stated and stopped to stare at the man's reaction.

  Mr. Parker looked up again and dropped the cigar from his mouth. He quickly picked it up and stubbed it out in an ash tray. "Mr. Andretti! I-I've heard so many things about you. I don't th-think we've ever had the pleasure of meeting," he stuttered through his shock.

  Nic ignored him and placed down several hundred dollar bills. "Here's the money Victoria owes you. From now on, any money matters concerning her, you bring to me. Call this number. The person on the other end will know how to get in contact with me," Nic said as he slid a card across the messy desk. Then Nic leaned down and narrowed his eyes at the sweating man. "And if you ever harass or make another vulgar comment to her again, I'll bust your fucking knee caps and burn this shithole office down...with you in it?"

  Mr. Parker's eyes grew even wider, if that were possible.

  "Do-you-understand?" Nic bit out slowly, as he gradually pushed the desk closer to Mr. Parker, until it was pressing into his chest, locking him between it and the wall.

  "Yes," Mr. Parker coughed, "I understand."

  Nic held the desk there for a few seconds more, before pulling it back. "Good. Now I think you owe Victoria an apology, correct?"

  Before Mr. Parker could even say anything, Nic walked to the door and unlocked it. He called for Victoria to enter. She slowly walked into the office and glanced back and forth between the two men. One calm, the other sweating.

  "He has something he needs to say to you," Nic told her, then turned back around to Mr.
Parker.

  Mr. Parker swallowed loudly and looked over at Victoria. "Hey, um, I just wanted to say sorry for the comments I said to you. Won't happen again. No hard feelings, okay?"

  Victoria just nodded and looked back at Nic. What had he said to Mr. Parker? He looked as though he were ready to piss his pants. Actually, he might have.

  "Now that it's settled, let's go," he said, grabbing her arm and leading her out of the door, but then stopped. He turned back around and leaned back through Mr. Parker's door. "And heed my warning...most people don't get one," Nic whispered.

  In the car on the way back to the loft, Nic and Victoria were silent. Once inside, Nic tossed his keys on the counter and removed his jacket. Victoria went to sit down on the couch. He couldn't help but notice how well the dress he had bought hugged her curves.

  He started walking towards her when she spoke.

  "Nic, you didn't have to do that. I owe you enough money as it is, and now I owe you more," Victoria said.

  "You don't owe me anything. Your father does. This debt that you're here for is his debt. You offered to pay it off, but he was the one who borrowed the money. You never asked me for the money that I gave your landlord, so you don't owe me anything."

  "And the clothes?"

  "Again, you didn't ask for them, they were a gift...so you owe me nothing," Nic said, sitting down beside her.

  "But—," Victoria started.

  "Victoria..."

  "I know, I know...end of discussion," she said. She felt him lean closer to her ear, while the back of his fingers grazed her nipple.

  "Did you like my gift?" he whispered.

  She nodded her head yes, but then quickly remembered to speak up. "Yes, I did. Thank you." Okay, she would be nice and do the things he asked. She could do this until her time wound down. But she did want to ask one more question.

  "Nic?" she asked, as he pushed her down on the sofa and buried his face in her neck. She heard a muffled, "what?" from him.

  "What did you say to Antonio at that party the other night?" She could feel him licking and sucking the side of her neck. Her skin felt tender there since that seemed to be his favorite place to bite her. She laughed to herself. Nic did kind of remind her of a vampire, although he wasn't pale. He actually had a nice, light, natural tan due to his heritage. But right now, she could feel herself getting wet for him.

  "That's between Antonio and me," he whispered as he started unbuckling his pants. He slowly peeled her dress over her head, and removed her bra and panties. He licked and sucked her taut nipples as he massaged her swelling clit.

  "Ohh, Nic...," Victoria murmured.

  "Do you want me inside you?" Nic teased, as two of his fingers worked their way into her tight, wet pussy. "Tell me, say you want it," he commanded, as his fingers seized her hair.

  "I-I want you inside me," Victoria whispered.

  Nic removed his fingers and pressed his erection against her soft love nest and pushed roughly until he was completely buried inside her. He wrapped one of his hands around her neck and squeezed. Her eyes grew wide and she immediately tensed underneath him. She quickly grabbed his hand, trying to push it away from her throat.

  "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax and enjoy it," he whispered as he tightened his grip and began fucking her brutally. He was driving in and out of her pussy with so much force that the couch started to slightly move under the intense pressure. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder so he could have more access, and his hand flexed and released around her neck several times.

  Victoria couldn't breathe. Literally. Her head was becoming light, but her pussy was quivering. She didn't know what the hell he was doing to her, but she didn't want him to stop. There was a slight chance that she could die of strangulation. What an embarrassing...satisfying way to go. Her mind was saying, "Focus on breathing, bitch!!" which placed all of her focus on the top half of her body, while he banged the shit out of her lower half. It was a different, extreme feeling. She felt her orgasm building and her eyes rolled back as her body trembled. She felt the pressure of his hand leave her neck and he placed her other leg over his shoulder and fucked her even harder, if that were possible.

  Aargh, this girl's pussy was like fucking kryptonite to him. He seemed to go weak and silly every time he was inside her. This is where he constantly wanted to be. He thought about it while he was on important business calls, when he should have been concentrating. He hadn't enjoyed sex this much since...well, a long time. And partly because he knew that there was a part of her that hated getting this turned on for him. She fought against it, and THAT caused him to get really turned on. Knowing in her own way she was playing hard to get.

  He was hoping he wasn't hurting her, but right now, he was about to come and he wanted to get as far into her tight cunt as he could. He finally stilled himself inside her and released his first load. "Ugh, fuck! Damn, Victoria...," he mumbled as he continued to pump his seed deep inside her.

  Once he was completely emptied, he let her legs drop down beside him and he lowered himself on top of her. He could feel her heart beating. A steady fast pace. They stayed like that for a while.

  "Cazzo, lei mi ha matto," Nic muttered to himself, before he sat up and slid his underwear and pants back up.

  Victoria rose up and stared at him. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Nothing," he said as he stood and grabbed his shirt. He needed to get out of there. She was messing with his mind.

  "Hey, I need you ready by seven. Jimmy's wife is having some guests over for dinner and they invited you. I'll be back then to pick you up," he said, as he rushed out of the door.

  Victoria sighed and walked to the bedroom to take a nap. She was already exhausted, and didn't really feel like going out again. She fell asleep thinking about Nic helping her with the rent. She still didn't know how she felt about it, but perhaps that was one less stressful matter off her plate.

  When she woke, she decided to take a warm bath in his humongous tub. She leaned back and let the water pressure streams massage her back. She placed a warm washcloth over her eyes and tried to block out her crazy life.

  After a few minutes, Victoria decided to get out. She felt a little better, but she only had a few hours before the party, and she wanted to finish reading her book. She placed a white robe around her and walked into the bedroom to pick out an outfit.

  Victoria was about to slide on a pair of panties when she heard the TV turn on in the front room. She sighed. He was early and she was sure he was ready for round two. She made her way down the hall.

  "Nic, you're not going to leave me with much energy for—," Victoria started and then froze when icy blue eyes turned to glare at her. But they weren't Nic's eyes. God, give her strength. These eyes belonged to Amber. She was sitting on the couch, shoes off with her legs pulled up underneath her. She had been flipping through the TV channels when Victoria entered the room.

  Both women stared at each other. Awkward.

  "Hello, doll," Amber smirked, turning the TV off.

  Victoria tried her best to hide her frown. "Hi, Amber. What are you doing here?"

  "Well, technically I live here. This is, after all, my husband's condo. So what are YOU doing here? I thought you didn't know him," Amber said, standing up and slipping back into her heels, placing her a little over six feet tall.

  Victoria sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Amber, whatever is going on between you and Nic is your business. None of mine."

  "Well, since you're fucking him, I guess it makes it your business too," Amber stated, walking towards her. Victoria braced herself. Because if this Amazon bitch touched her, she would smack the shit out of her. She could give a damn if it was Nic's wife or not. She was sick of people trying to run all over her.

  "I mean, trust me, I know my husband is no angel. He was fucking around with other women before and after our marriage. He's handsome, he's rich, and in the bedroom...well, you and I both know what can happen. So I figure one lit
tle flaw like infidelity...who cares, right? As long as at the end of the day...he comes back to me."

  Amber continued to stare at Victoria as she circled her.

  "But that's where I'm confused about you. Why is he letting you stay here and attend parties? You can tell me. It will be our little secret."

  Victoria exhaled. "I have to get dressed. Excuse me," she said, as she pushed past Amber and walked into the bedroom. She heard Amber's heels following behind her. Shit! Why won't this crazy bitch just leave?!

  "I see he left his mark on you," she heard Amber say. Victoria turned around, "What?" she asked, irritated. Amber pointed to her neck. Victoria quickly turned around and rolled her eyes.

  "You must be an even bigger slut in bed than I am, for him to still be with you," Amber said.

  Victoria was done with this woman. She turned around quickly and walked up to her. "You know what, why the fuck are you here? Since you're so determined to make your business with Nic, 'our' business, then fine, I'll jump in. Why the hell aren't you with him? You're obviously not living with him and I didn't even know you existed until the party that night," Victoria huffed out.

 

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