BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family)

by B. B. Hamel

  “Come on this cock,” he said. “Come on me and then taste your own cum.”

  I tipped my head back, moaning as I worked faster, faster, slipping back, riding his cock, slamming my self along his thick shaft. I came as he reached around and began to work my clit. It tipped me over the edge, that pleasure, and he continued to rub my swollen clit as I came hard against his cock.

  The orgasm rolled through me, sweeping me away. When I slowly finished, I felt destroyed, exhausted, beaten to a pulp.

  “Now,” he said. “On your knees.”

  I complied. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He took my hair and slowly pressed his cock down my throat, groaning. I began to suck him, tasting my cum on his skin, loving the way he fucked my mouth.

  I sucked his cock desperately. I wanted him to come, wanted his taste his cum on my throat, wanted to swallow every drop. I wanted to make him groan and say my name. I put my hands on his thighs as I sucked him faster, letting him press me down deep and pull me back.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m going to come down this pretty throat. I want to see you swallow every drop.”

  I moaned with his cock in my mouth. He came then, thick spurts of warm cum, and I worked harder, not slowing down.

  “Fuck Louisa,” he groaned. “Oh, shit.”

  I took every drop of him and swallowed it. I pulled back when he was finished, licking every inch of his hard dick clean.

  He pulled me away, over toward the bed. We collapsed onto the comforter together, his arms wrapped around me. I snuggled up against his chest, smiling, floating on a cloud of post-orgasm bliss.

  After a few minutes, he spoke. “I have an idea,” he said.

  “Oh?” I smiled. “Ready to go again already?”

  “Well, yes. But not about that.”

  “About what?”

  “Our problem. I think I have a plan.”

  I nodded. I wasn’t surprised. I knew I could trust him, knew that he’d come through for me.

  I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I did know that I was going to enjoy the moment while I could.

  21

  Wyatt

  I couldn’t help but stare as the car pulled down into the compound’s inner driveway. Ethan was sitting in the back seat of the black town car beside me, staring at his phone like always, but I was too busy studying the compound to notice what he was doing.

  I had heard stories of the Barone family compound. Stories of wild parties, opulence, excess, vice, greed, death, and so much more. Seeing it in person, though, was a whole different experience. I’d never come to the compound before, mainly since I didn’t want to publically connect myself to the Barone family. But I was past all that now.

  The compound existed on a huge plot of land just outside of the city. It was a gated fortress, and the only way in was through a gated path with a security booth. Armed men patrolled the lawns.

  And there were lots of lawns. The mansion sat at the center of a hill with something like ten acres of land sprawling out around it. I could see stables for horses, hiking paths, swimming pools, gardens, and much more.

  We pulled up to the mansion and a man showed the driver where to park. We climbed out and he met us there, smiling broadly. He looked like a porter for a hotel more than anything.

  “Welcome Mr. Carter,” he said. “Mr. Barone is expecting you.”

  “Very good,” I said, although I doubted he actually was. I showed up unannounced, just like he usually did.

  We followed the man inside. The driver stayed with the car while we stepped into one of the lushest places I’d ever seen.

  Priceless paintings hung on the walls. Statues, plants, carvings, tapestries, and all sorts of art installations hung all over the place. The carpets were thick and red, clearly old and clearly expensive. Everything was engineered to make you understand just how powerful the Barone family really was, and for a second, it worked.

  The mansion was incredible. There were hundreds of rooms, a full-time staff, and who knew what else was hiding all around there? I was only scratching at the surface of the compound, that was obvious, and yet I was already impressed.

  For a second, I wondered how anyone could defeat the people that built and owned this place.

  But I shook my head and took a breath. I had to snap out of it. That was exactly what Arturo wanted people to feel when they entered his mansion. He wanted people to feel nothing but shock and awe at his opulent and expensive castle. It was all intimidation.

  I knew better. I knew the Spiders were doing serious damage to Arturo. They were taking losses too, but Arturo was getting the worst of it. He could afford higher losses, since he was much bigger, but not for long.

  Not if I had anything to do with it. I had to remember why I was at the compound. It was all a part of the plan.

  The porter led Ethan and I down a series of hallways, up a flight of stairs, and down a few more halls. I was hopelessly lost after a few minutes, and I figured that was the point. Finally, we stopped outside of a pair of large wooden doors. The porter knocked, nodded, and then left.

  “Come in,” I heard Arturo shout from inside.

  I opened the doors. Ethan and I stepped into Arturo Barone’s office.

  It was about what I expected. Arturo sat behind a huge wooden desk. Along the walls were pictures of Arturo with powerful men plus several civic awards he won for all his philanthropy. There were filing cabinets, an old stereo system and turntable, and of course a built-in bar.

  “Wyatt,” Arturo said, smiling. “Come in. Glad to see you.”

  “Sorry to drop by unannounced like this, Arturo,” I said.

  “Nonsense. Drink?”

  “Okay.”

  “Good. Get me a whisky.”

  I nodded, went to the bar, and made the drinks. Ethan had already sat down, staring at his phone. Arturo pretended like Ethan wasn’t even there, which he really barely was.

  I handed Arturo his drink and then sat.

  “What can I do for you?” he asked, sipping his drink.

  “I thought we might discuss a little business.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “More business? I thought you were busy with the last job I gave you.”

  “I told you, I don’t have much say over that. I spoke with the chief and he said he’d do what he can.”

  “Fine,” Arturo said, waving his hand. “If you’re not here for that, what are you here for?”

  “Something else that might benefit you.” I took a sip of the whisky. It was absolutely delicious. “Your business has been affected by the dealers moving in on the south side, hasn’t it?”

  He nodded slowly. “New gang, something about the Dark Knight?”

  “Black Knights,” Ethan said.

  “Black Knights. That’s it. They’ve been pushing into my territory. Very annoying.”

  “They are very annoying,” I agreed. “They’re violent and dangerous.”

  “What can you do about them?”

  “Well, the reason they haven’t been prosecuted yet is because of a particular lawyer.” I glanced at Ethan. “We happened to have taken care of that lawyer. These guys are scrambling to find new representation, and they’re ripe for the picking.”

  “Interesting,” Arturo said. “You want to press some cases against them?”

  “I do. I want to get some of these mad men off the street.”

  “That would take a little pressure off me.”

  “Exactly. Maybe free up some of your guys to deal with your other problem.”

  He nodded slowly. “I can see why this would benefit me. But why come to me first, then?”

  “Well, this clearly helps you. But truthfully, it doesn’t matter to me either way. These cases won’t matter to my career.”

  “I see.” He stroked his chin, frowning.

  “But of course, one hundred thousand dollars would do a lot for me.”

  He paused, his face falling. “That’s a lot to ask for,” he said.

&n
bsp; “It is,” I agreed. “But I’m offering a lot.”

  “Who’s to say I don’t go around you, make my own calls? I have connections in the court system, you know.”

  “You could,” I agreed. “But not as fast as I can move. I can get you more guys put away faster.”

  His frown deepened, and I could see the anger begin to boil up around him. Ethan, meanwhile, kept typing away on his phone, but I noticed a subtle shift in him, like he was paying closer attention.

  “You come into my house,” Arturo said slowly, “and you demand an absurd price. I try and negotiate, and you do not come down.” He shook his head slowly. “I’m disappointed in you, Wyatt. After everything I’ve done for you.”

  “We’re even, Arturo,” I reminded him. “You don’t own me. If you want to negotiate, negotiate. Don’t make vague threats.”

  I smiled calmly at him, though inwardly I was sweating. I knew this was a dangerous game I was playing. It wasn’t a normal thing to walk into the lair of a dangerous mobster and demand a bribe. But I knew Arturo was hurting, and he needed a little leeway to move. The only thing he had plenty of was money.

  He bridged his fingers, staring at me. “Twenty thousand.”

  I laughed. “That’s not even worth my time on the ride over.”

  “Thirty.”

  “I’ll come down to seventy.”

  He clenched his jaw. “You’re making me angry, Wyatt.”

  “Let’s not act like you’re hurting for money, Arturo. But you are hurting for turf.”

  He grunted. “I’ll do forty. Not a dime more.”

  “I’ll take fifty.”

  He smiled. “Done.”

  I stood. He stood. We shook hands. All of his anger had suddenly melted away, and I realized that he was putting it on just for the negotiations.

  The man got to his position for a reason. He was ruthless and a great politician when he needed to be. He could negotiate with the best of them.

  That was okay. I was pretty good myself. I wanted fifty grand from the start.

  “Sit back down,” Arturo said. “We’ll get your money right now. Finish your drink.”

  “Sounds good to me.” I sat. Arturo picked up his phone and made a quick call, speaking in low tones.

  We toasted again and drank before falling back into small talk. Ethan seemed more at ease, which made me think the danger had passed.

  Fifteen minutes passed, and finally a man stepped into the room. He handed Arturo a briefcase before leaving.

  Arturo popped it open. The case was filled with money. He smiled at me.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Good.”

  I took the case from him, snapping it shut. Ethan stood up.

  “Kyle will show you back to your car,” Arturo said. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

  “Same, as always.” We shook again, and then we left.

  We followed that same porter man back toward the car along the same winding pathway. I had the case in my hand, and Ethan trailed slightly behind me.

  It felt strange, walking around with fifty thousand dollars in my hand.

  It felt even stranger that it was all going to go to Arturo’s biggest enemy.

  This whole thing was a ruse from the start. Louisa needed money to help finance our plan, and I knew Arturo was good for it. I had already planted the seed with the chief, all it took was a little clever bluffing and I had him.

  That bastard had just paid for his own downfall. I grinned to myself, excited to see the look on Louisa’s face.

  22

  Louisa

  There are few things more beautiful than a briefcase full of cash. When Wyatt brought it over to the safe house, I had such a huge smile on my face when he handed it to me.

  I had a bigger smile on my face when he spread the cash all over my bed and then licked my pussy until my toes curled.

  Kasia hadn’t believed Wyatt was going to come through, but he did. She was not a fan of the plan, for a lot of reasons, but she saw why we needed to do it.

  The Spiders were spread thin. We were fighting a much more powerful enemy by hitting and running away. We were fighting a guerilla war, but I didn’t want to slowly chip away at my father until he died of old age. I wanted to strike and strike hard, plunge a dagger into his chest.

  That was what attracted me to his plan. I knew that if we actually followed through with this, we could have a real shot at overwhelming Arturo before he even realized what was happening.

  There were risks, of course. I’d be stretching myself thin. I was also potentially alienating my core group, my girls, the reason for all of this. I was just hoping they’d understand why we were going in this direction, and why they had to trust me.

  Preparations went underway the day after Wyatt brought the money. We had some of our own stashed away, and soon Kasia had hired twenty men, mercenaries from all over the country.

  They began to arrive over the next week. I didn’t see Wyatt much, since he had to travel out of the city for work. We spread the men out across the various safe houses.

  Like I expected, the girls were unhappy, but they went along with my plan. A few left, but nobody that mattered much. All in all, things were going better than I could have hoped.

  Our numbers were bolstered by these men, trained killers that would fight and murder for money. I didn’t need anything from them other than they skills with weapons and they knew it. They were being paid well, plus the potential for huge bonuses. I didn’t think a single one of them was loyal, but I made sure to hire men that weren’t from the city. That way, Arturo wasn’t likely to have already paid them off.

  Two weeks it took us to gather the men and to supply them. Two weeks of constant work, worry, and stress. Two weeks without Wyatt.

  But on week three, we struck.

  We started small. A few of the man and a few of the girls hit a small deli that was a mob front, killed everyone associated with the Barones, and took their cash. It wasn’t a big score, so I spread it out over the fighters.

  We got more daring. Every single night that week, we launched a raid against the mafia. We attacked them in the north, we attacked them in the south. We killed twenty men and stole hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash, drugs, and guns. We gutted them, and the mafia was in absolute chaos.

  They hit back, but not hard enough. We moved our safe houses around, kept nimble. The mafia couldn’t keep up with us, and with our new fighters, we had some serious strength to push back hard against them.

  Nothing felt better than knowing that my father was getting pushed to the limit. There were whispers on the street that the captains were getting angry with Arturo, and wanted to get more aggressive against me. Some of them, my brother included, wanted to try and make peace with us like I had originally offered.

  I wasn’t going to make peace. Not with my brother, not with anyone.

  I didn’t hate Lucas. In fact, I loved my brother. He was the only person in the whole family that ever gave a shit about me. I wasn’t going to hurt him if I could help it. But he couldn’t stop this. Nobody could stop this. I was coming after the Barone Crime Family, and I couldn’t slow down.

  Friday came, and things were quiet. We had hit a small factory the night before that was a mob front, but nobody got killed on either side. I was sitting at my computer, scrolling through news stories, when my phone rang.

  I picked it up on the third ring.

  “I was wondering what I’d hear from you,” I said.

  “Hello to you too,” Wyatt answered.

  “You can’t call?”

  “I’ve been busy.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “You’ve been busy, too.”

  “Yes I have been. So far, that idea of yours is working out.”

  “So far, you’re right. Word is out that he’s running scared.”

  “Not exactly. He’s hitting back, just not as strong as I thought he would.”

  “Listen,” he said. �
�I want to see you.”

  “Aren’t you in Carbondale? That’s about as far as you could be.”

  “I am, but I’m going to Springfield for this charity thing. I want you to meet me there.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Why would I leave right now? Things are too tense.”

  “Kasia can handle it. And it’ll only be a night.”

  I bit my lip. He was right. Kasia knew the plans, hell, she had helped write them. Kasia could handle everything.

  And I had to admit, I was aching to see him. It had been too long since I had tasted him. Too much had happened, too much violence and death and horror and although we were winning, it was still difficult.

  I needed that release. That release only Wyatt could bring me.

  “Are you sure we can do this?” I asked him. “We shouldn’t be seen together.”

  “Do you know anyone in Springfield?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Does your father do business here?”

  “Not really. He sends men to bribe state officials, but no, he never goes there himself.”

  “What about the people here, do they know what you look like?”

  ”No. Not many people do.”

  “Then you’re safe. You can be whoever you want for the night. I’ll know that you’re all mine, and that’s all that matters.”

  “Okay,” I said despite myself.

  “Good. I’ll send you the hotel information. Meet me there tomorrow night.”

  “You’re an ass, you know that, Wyatt?”

  “I know.” I could practically hear the grin through the phone. “See you soon.” He hung up.

  I leaned back in my chair and sighed. This was stupid. There were just too many things that could go wrong. If someone recognized me and saw me with Wyatt, that could be a huge disaster. There were just so many reasons not to go.

  But there was just one big reason that kept pulling at me: I wanted him. That was what really mattered. I wanted him, and nothing else could stop that. I wanted to go before he made me feel alive, made me feel good. I wanted to be seen on his arm, as absurd and dumb as that sounded. I wasn’t that kind of girl.