“We’re talking about Argo.” The gruff man didn’t seem like the drug lord now but more like a hurt man who lost someone close to him.
“I know, but you’ve always told me that when you live by the sword, you’ll die by the sword. I’ve never wanted that for any of us, but I can only make the decision for myself.” Kelli and her father were talking like they were the only two in the car, and Carson didn’t know about everyone else, but for him that was just fine.
A big, deep sigh filled the car, and Carson hoped that meant the Picerno’s were going to let all this go and let Kelli go with it. He was taking his woman home whether that be her bedroom in his house, his apartment, or if they had to run off somewhere.
“Carson came to me requesting a few moments to speak to you. He said he had your bracelet, but I wasn’t shown the item. I believe he said it wasn’t with him. I was a very distraught man that day, but I didn’t kill your friend, sweetheart. I should get some credit for that.”
“Thanks Papa,” Kelli’s tone bristled with disrespect, but since the man didn’t seem to have a problem with it, he hoped the worst was over.
“Don’t get sassy, young lady. He lived because I’d already seen the tape and how he tried to offer comfort to Argo at the end before he was threatened with his life. I still don’t know if I want you considering being with someone that’s not Italian,” he said looking Carson up and down like he could smell the difference and it was making him sick.
“That’s not your decision, Papa. It’s not guaranteed that we’ll be together for the long haul anyway, but we’re working on it.”
“Speak for yourself, Kelli. I’m in it for the long haul.” He put his two cents out there because he meant it, and he could tell that she didn’t want her father to put demands on them.
“If you are going to be taking care of my daughter, I’d like to know more about you, Carson. What kinds of things do The Satan’s Ravens do? That’s a dumb name by the way.” Angelo was used to saying whatever he wanted — that was a fact — but when Carson looked over at his friend who was trying to work his way into the Picernos’ businesses, it didn’t appear that slight had been a problem.
“There are lots of things we can do—”
“This is probably not the best time. How about you and Carson come by tomorrow around noon? Carson knows the way.” Angelo actually had a smile on his face like he was impressed that the lone biker could find him and make enough waves to get into see him.
They all got out of the limo, and Angelo yelled out to the men who stood there in parking lot waiting to see if they were going to have to fight or scatter. “You men will all be working together in some capacity, so look around and learn the faces.”
“Papa?” Kelli walked over to her father who gave her a hug. Carson didn’t go too far away just because it was going to take a long time, if ever, for there to be any kind of trust between Carson and her father.
“I’ve been being an ass and you were right. I was taking out my hostility on you. There was no reason to keep you out of your job or house. I’ve already had the house freshened up for you and new stock, and clean-up is happening this week for the shop. I already set it up. It was going to be a bargaining chip.”
“I may go back to both places for a while, but I want to be able to call everything my own. I’m going to be working on getting out from under you with the business.”
“Take your time, Kelli. I still wish he’d have been Italian.”
Carson watched Kelli and her father joke around a bit before the man called him over.
“I want you to be the go between for me with your bikers and what I want done. I don’t mind working with Beast, but I want all business to go through you. I’ll work on your pay.”
“Are you just wanting to give me a job so you can have more control over your daughter through me? Because if that’s the case, you can count me out of your little plan.” Carson watched the man frown and knew then that was what he wanted to do.
“I’m possessive and controlling over my loved ones because I want to keep them safe. I know my daughter isn’t a baby anymore, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to treat her as such.” Angelo walked away from Kelli and nodded for Carson to follow him. “I like that you have heart, son, even when I didn’t want you with Kelli because of what happened with Argo, I still thought you had some potential.”
“Thank you. I hope to be around a good long while, at least until Kelli is done putting up with me. The job we can talk about tomorrow, but I’d really like to get Kelli something to eat and then relax for the rest of the evening.” Carson said and was surprised when Angelo’s big meaty hand clapped him on the back and a rough chuckle escaped his mouth. What alternate universe was this?
He looked around the parking lot and saw all the people slightly mingling as much as career criminals could do, but the smile on Beast’s face couldn’t be denied. His scruffy face rarely looked pleased, but that changed tonight.
“Holy shit, Carson. You really worked that out for us, and to think I didn’t want to bring your sorry ass with us. Fuckin’ Pacemaker was the one who talked me into it. Call me in the morning to tell me where to meet you.” Beast was the second person of the night to pat his back in a friendly gesture.
Carson looked around the parking lot for the woman who’d really saved the day. It was a good thing she wasn’t a wilting flower because the father would have run all over all of them. The head count was three to one based on what he could see quickly, and no one was fighting with fists anymore. He looked to his left and his right and saw Angelo get in his car with a little wave to him. What…The… Fuck? Was this all some elaborate plan to sneak Kelli away while he was filled with the knowledge that he and his crew were not only fine but thriving in this inner city market?
“Hey there,” Kelli said from behind him, and the aggression he’d felt building up dissipated instantly. “You ready to go home?”
“Where is that exactly?”
“I don’t really know. I figured I’d say ‘Let’s go home,’ and you could pick a spot. I will say that if my Papa got the house ready for me, then there is more food at the house than at the apartment.”
He noticed how she said the house and the apartment instead of putting ownership on either of them.
“Then it’s the house with the food and drinks for the win.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
The house was lit up like he’d expected it to be when he’d come looking almost a month ago. When they got there, an older woman was walking out.
“It’s all ready for you, Kelli. I’m glad you’re back.” She walked quickly like she’d been waiting for her to return. “The keys are on the front table.” Then she gave a quick wave as she walked to a car that sat waiting for her.
Standing in front of the house, it seemed so surreal, and he remembered the first time he’d been standing here with his balls full and expectations high after he’d had to stop from giving her the bone in the alleyway on their walk over from the bar.
“Are you ready to go in?” He asked her as she looked up to the house like she was checking for something.
“I’m just taking a moment to breathe it all in.”
“Breathe what all in?” He turned to her so he could really capture what her expression was on her face.
“Freedom.”
“Would you like me to carry you over the threshold?” He teased to lighten her spirits. He was happy that they were all alive and had even gotten some business for the fellas. Hopefully, that would make him less of the fuck up he’d been cast as for the last month or so.
“We’ll save that for if all this works out between us,” she said as she walked in the house.
The place looked just like it did the first time he’d been in it, but there was a meal on the table and wine in a bucket of ice.
“As much as I can’t wait to fuck you straight into tomorrow, this food looks tempting.” He was glad that she was already preparing to sit
at the table.
Carson joined her, and they made their plates and poured the wine. Such an elegant meal of lasagna and a hearty red, but the two of them ate it like it was slop and they were fresh out of jail. They hadn’t eaten that day with the stress and tension that had swirled around them like a vortex.
Kelli sat back in her chair with a sigh after her second helping of lasagna with a smile on her face.
“Freedom, right?”
“Yes, freedom. Carson, there were so many days I wondered what was going to become of me. I was a woman who hated being controlled, but my whole life was under the microscope, and it was my fault.”
“How?” Carson finished up his meal and scarfed down the wine that probably cost more than the rent on his apartment like an artificial fruit beverage, but he was intrigued about how she felt.
“My father runs this city, and he runs his house too. I accepted money, the boutique, and this house knowing that it would keep me safe but stunted. There are so many things I can’t stand about his business: the drugs, the crime, the loss of lives… I could say more, but I can’t say that I hate the lies. I’ve lied to so many people about who I was, what I did, and what I wanted. It was all to get away from the person I couldn’t shake.”
“Hey. I’ve heard you bashing yourself enough. Sometimes you have to take what you get. I’m not going to tell you that there are people in worse situations because who really gives a fuck about them. We’re talking about you and what you’re going through.” He stood up and helped her out of her seat.
“Where are we going?” She asked as they climbed the steps with his hand on her lower back guiding her higher. “Are you going to fuck me on the stairs again?”
He laughed because the last time she’d requested that he couldn’t even enjoy it because he knew the hammer was going to be coming down on him. He’d just witnessed the killing of her cousin, but she wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise, and he didn’t want to tell her almost as he didn’t want to know he’d fulfilled her fantasy of being fucked on a staircase in front of a huge picture window, but he didn’t enjoy it as much as he could have.
“How about we save that for another day? This one has been brutal. I just want a shower and bed.”
“No sex?” She stopped and turned to face him. Kelli looked at him like he’d cursed out the priest in the middle of Sunday service.
“I didn’t say that. I said shower and bed. Either of those are optimal places for what you’re talking about.”
She ran up the rest of the stairs, and he chased after her, but she had the advantage of knowing where everything was better than he did. By the time he found her she was naked and waiting in the bathroom with the water running.
“Well this is a great service.” He took off his clothes slowly just because he knew she’d pout about it, and he was right, but she came over and helped him, which he didn’t expect.
“I know all about customer service,” she said sinking to her knees in front of him.
Carson was actually tired and had planned to finger his sexy woman in the shower before giving her enough to relax her body tonight, and he’d bang her like a ten dollar floosy tomorrow, but seeing her on her knees as she nuzzled his cock was a game changer.
“Open up, Princess.” He loved the way she gasped when he used one of the pet names he’d given her. “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
She didn’t do what he’d asked but she gave him sweet pecks all around the area he most wanted attended to, and he knew why. Kelli loved to be directed a little, and she loved when he took control, which was funny since the conversation downstairs was all about how she’d had so little of it in her life.
Cradling the back of her head with one hand and his cock with the other, he rubbed the tip on her lips. She opened easily and looked up at him like she’d been granted her favorite dirty wish.
“You like that, huh?” He stroked his cock only letting her get the head of it in her mouth and pulled back just a little when she tried to get more.
“Let me taste you,” she cooed from the floor.
“Now you don’t want to play? I thought that was one of your favorite things to do. Kiss all around my balls, lick up and down my cock making me wait for your tongue to do all those wicked tricks you know?”
She grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed, pulling him toward her mouth with every release of her hands.
“I do usually want to play until we get to this point, but now that we’re here and you’ve got your cock in your hand and my neck in your grasp, I want to show you how much I like it down here.”
“Well then, I guess I won’t stop you.” He took his hand off his cock, so she could get more of it into her mouth and looked up at the ceiling for a second. The way she devoured him like it was her best and only delicacy always stirred up his blood and his balls. The slurping noise was hot too.
He prided himself in knowing what she wanted and how to best get her to where she needed to be for maximum pleasure, but somewhere in there, she’d learned him too. She worked her hand in a spiral up and down his shaft in conjunction with her wet sucking mouth. Good thing he knew she liked to swallow because this one was coming faster than he could stop it.
“Fuck!” Carson tapped her head and hoped she knew that meant ‘If you don’t want a mouth full of baby butter then you’d better just keep stroking but move your mouth away.’ She shook her head probably to let him know that she was aware, but just that shake of her head when mixed with everything else she was doing had his stomach tightening and his ass clenching and releasing so hard he was seeing stars. He pumped into her mouth as spurt after spurt was given in honor of such a fine performance.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she got up from the floor licking her lips. “We probably shouldn’t have done that in what is the equivalent of a sauna. I thought you were going to black out for a second.”
“I was thinking that too, but what a great reason for a concussion.” He laughed at her puzzled look. “If I’d have blacked out and fell in this bathroom with all of its marble and tile, I’d have jacked my head up for sure.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” She looked down at his semi, and he knew she had plans for him, but she walked into the shower and then turned to wait. “Are you coming?”
“I thought I already did,” he joked as he walked over to join her in the three shower head glass closet.
She stepped back into the water, and it was like something out of an elegant porno movie. The water hit her from the back and both sides as she used a bar of soap to rub it all over her body. Was she trying to seduce him? If so, it was working… it always worked. She didn’t have to work this hard, but he appreciated her efforts. There was actually a bench in the little shower room. and she pushed the button on the wall marked conditioner and rubbed a little on her back door.
“I wanted to try something different, and when I was reading up, I saw that conditioner made a good lube.”
Normally it took him a bit of time to come back for round two, but with this new information his cock had risen to the challenge and was harder than he was when he first walked in the door.
“You want your ass fucked? Seriously?” He walked over to her and pumped a bit more conditioner into his hand from the wall unit.
“I want to celebrate this day… my freedom… our… ummm… whatever it is we’ve got here, and this is how I want to remember it.”
“Getting fucked in the ass… that’s the memory you want to have to commemorate this day?” He shouldn’t have questioned his good fortune, but he wanted her to make sure she was doing this for the right reasons.
“Yep. I know you’re going to be good at it because my pleasure means something to you and you’ll be extra gentle with that horse like cock of yours.”
“Flattery will get you far there, princess.” He rubbed the head of his cock against her pucker but then moved it so that he was gliding up and down her ass. She was right. He did
want to make any and everything she wanted from him good for her, and her pleasure was his priority, so he couldn’t argue that.
Bringing her body up so she was standing with her back to his chest, he rubbed her nipples and made them hard peaks. He brought his teeth to her neck to nibble a bit when he let one hand strum down her body until he got to her pussy. He didn’t know if she was wet from desire, water, or conditioner, but the noise she made as he spread her lips and dragged his fingers over her clit before plunging into her depths aroused both of them.
She rode his fingers a few times before he took them out. He wanted her to be close to orgasm when he showed her how well he was going to fuck her ass. Moving his fingers back to her slippery pucker, he worked one finger into her just to let her get a small sample of what it would feel like. The way she pushed her ass back onto him told him she was ready for another digit.
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