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

by B. B. Hamel

  I didn’t even hear Kasia leave. The truck pulled away, and I was too busy kissing Louisa.

  This was all I needed in life. Bags of cash, trucks of guns, and a beautiful woman that made my cock hard.

  24

  Louisa

  Wyatt tipped my head back by the roots of my hair and kissed my neck. “Did seeing all those guns get you wet?” he whispered. “Let’s find out exactly how much you love it.”

  I practically whimpered as his fingers slowly moved down my jeans and found my wet clit. I couldn’t believe how soaked I was. He pressed his fingers deep inside of me in the middle of the clearing and I gasped.

  “We’re so close,” he whispered. “So fucking close. God damn, it makes me so hard knowing what you’re going to do with all that firepower.”

  “Wyatt,” I gasped. He pressed his fingers rough inside my wet cunt, fucking me and pulling my hair back.

  “Get on your knees,” he ordered, pulling his fingers from my jeans. I did as he commanded, unbuckling his belt and slowly pulling his jeans down.

  He was hard as hell as I stroked him. He groaned when I took him between my lips.

  “I’ve been dreaming about that,” he said as I began to suck him. I loved his taste, loved his skin, loved the way he groaned. I wanted to taste him to badly. I put my hands on his thighs and took his cock down my throat, gagging and pulling back, breathing hard, practically panting for him.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, it makes me want to come already,” he said, smirking. He pulled my head back and kissed me hard. “But you’re going to have to work for that.” He pushed me back down on his cock.

  I sucked him right there in the field. I didn’t know who was watching, and I also didn’t care. I’d been needing him so badly for so long, and I hated every second that he was away. I wanted to taste him, feel him, fuck him. I needed him inside of me.

  He groaned, pushing me down, and I took him into my throat. I pulled back, licking every inch of him before sucking hard on the tip of his cock. He grunted, pulling my hair back.

  He practically dragged me to my feet. He walked me over to the wood line and pinned me up against the nearest tree. He dropped to his knees and tore my jeans and panties off before burying his face between my thighs.

  “Oh shit,” I gasped, his arms hooked around my legs, squeezing my ass. I held onto his hair as his tongue began to lap at my pussy, licking up my juices, sucking my clit. He slipped his tongue inside of me, rolling around in circles, licking my every inch.

  I held his hair in my fists harder as pleasure rocketed through me. I loved his lips and tongue between my legs, and it felt better than I could have guessed. He reached up and slipped his hands under my shirt, finding my nipples and teasing them as he sucked my clit.

  I moaned loudly, head tipped back, mine a blank of need and want. He spread my legs wider and pressed three fingers up my wet pussy, smirking up at me.

  “You’ll take it wherever, won’t you?” he asked. “You’ll do whatever I say because you know it’s what’s good for you.”

  “It’s bad,” I moaned.

  “Good. I want it to be bad.” He fucked my pussy, pushing his fingers deeper. “I want you to feel how wrong it is to get fucked out here like this. I want that pussy dripping wet. I want you to be a soaking mess, begging for more.”

  “Oh god Wyatt,” I moaned. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

  “You need it?” He smirked at me. “I know you need it. Beg me.”

  “Please,” I moaned, over and over. “Please. I need to feel you inside of me.” I pulled his hair back.

  He gasp and grunted, smiling. “You fucking dirty girl.” He stood. I held onto his hair and pulled again.

  He grunted, grabbing my hips. He turned me, roughly pulling my arms and pinning them above my head on the tree.

  “You want to get rough?” he asked. “You can’t handle rough.”

  “I can handle you, asshole.”

  He slapped my ass hard. I moaned.

  “You think so?”

  I looked over my shoulder at him. “Don’t be a pussy. Fuck me.”

  He groaned and pressed his cock deep inside of me. I gasped as pain and pleasure mixed. He didn’t work me up to it, he just violently thrust deep inside of me. He took me by the throat with one hand, holding my wrist with his other, and began to fuck me hard.

  “I know this is what you want,” he said. “You want to get fucked rough and dirty. You want to take cock out in the forest, have your arms pinned behind your back, your cunt used up. You want to be destroyed, broken, and panting.”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Oh fuck, Wyatt.”

  He pumped roughly into me, fucking my pussy, his body slapping against my ass. He released my throat and pulled my hair, fucking me like an animal.

  I wanted him to break me. I needed him to break me. I needed him to show me just how strong he could be, just how powerful we could be together. I needed the pleasure that came with his intense body slamming against mine, filling me. I wanted his cum deep inside of me. I wanted to feel it dripping down my legs as I was left gasping for air on the floor.

  He twisted my wrists, pinning my hands behind my back. He pushed my face against the tree as he continued to fuck me hard and rough.

  “That’s right,” he grunted. “Work back against my cock.”

  I pushed my hips back, moaning, mind a total blank. I worked my ass against his cock, sliding down his thick shaft as he pumped into me.

  He reached around my hips with his free hand, keeping my wrists pinned behind my back, and began to work my clit. He rubbed it in expert circles as he fucked me, out bodies working together. Sweat was dripping down my skin but I didn’t care. There was only Wyatt, his body fucking me, our bodies working together.

  I felt his lips brush my ear. “Come for me, you filthy fucking girl,” he said. “Come on my big fat cock. Moan my fucking name. And then I’ll fill you with my cum.”

  “Yes,” I gasped, “Wyatt.” I could feel it building. “Fuck me harder, you asshole.”

  He grunted and groaned, ripping into my cunt. We rutted like animals against the tree, our whole world only flesh and cum.

  The orgasm swept over me as he pushed into me harder, pressing me against the bark of the tree. I moaned, saying his name over and over as my body tensed. It washed through me from my toes up to the top of my skull, leaving my lips a tingling mess, my pussy a destroyed bubble of pure pleasure.

  As I convulsed, moaning, I felt his grip on my hips get stronger. His cock continued to fill me, ramming into my body, slamming me against the tree.

  “Oh god, fill me,” I moaned, knowing he was close.

  He grunted and I felt him come inside of me. I felt his hot cum fill my pussy as he continued working me, fucking me hard and deep. I tossed my head back in pure pleasure, wild with mindless need.

  Slowly, we finished together. My orgasm passed and his finished. He slid himself out of me and collapsed onto the ground. I collapsed down next to him, panting, sweating, and feeling right.

  “Welcome home,” I said to him.

  He grinned at me. “Home is where you buy your guns.”

  “Home is where you do that.”

  He took my chin. “Damn right.”

  He kissed me, deep and full.

  We had to ditch the armored assault vehicle. It was just way too obnoxious. There was no way we could get that into the city, let alone hide it somewhere. It took a half hour to transfer the cargo from that truck to ours, but it all fit, although it was an uncomfortable ride home.

  We met with a few girls at the edge of the city. We transferred some of the stash to them, and then a little more to another group. They would take the guns and spread them all throughout our network of safe houses all over the city, arming any girl that wanted to join us.

  This was all going according to Wyatt’s plan. Everything starting with hiring more men down to buying more guns was unfolding exactly as he explained to me that night. />
  When we were finished, we drove the armored truck down a long tunnel and parked it underneath the safe house. A few girls helped us unload what was left. They brought the boxes into the main armory while Wyatt went upstairs to shower.

  The mood in the house was odd. The girls weren’t looking at me, and most didn’t greet me when I entered the room. That wasn’t a big deal, but it wasn’t really like them. The usual smiles and good cheer were replaced by dour looks and an uncomfortable atmosphere.

  Kasia was talking to a group of girls. As soon as I approached, they walked off, leaving only Kasia standing there, her arms crossed.

  “What’s going on?” I asked her.

  “Girls are unhappy.”

  “Why?”

  “One of the guys you hired tried to rape one of our girls.”

  “What?” I felt anger bubbling inside of me.

  “Don’t worry. They already took care of him.”

  “How?”

  “Cut his balls off.”

  “Good.” I clenched my jaw. “That piece of shit.”

  “The other mercenaries aren’t happy about that, though.”

  “And the girls?”

  “They want them all gone. They’re threatening to leave.”

  “We can’t send them away, Kasia.”

  “I know that. Not now, anyway.”

  “We need them.”

  “I’m trying to explain that. But the girls are angry.” She gave me a look, and I knew exactly what that meant.

  She warned that this was going to happen. I just didn’t want to listen.

  “Come on,” I said to her, walking into the middle of the barracks area. “Everyone,” I called loudly. “Meet upstairs in ten. We have a lot to discuss.”

  There were murmurs, but I ignored them. I got into the elevator and rode it up a floor. I made the same announcement up there, went to the uppermost barracks level, and waited. The girls slowly gathered while Kasia took the men downstairs, keeping everyone separate.

  Thirty girls stared at me as I stood in front of them. I stared at them hard, looking at their faces one by one.

  “Anastasia,” I said. “Loretta. Olga. Alla. Vera. Galina. Diana. I know each and every one of you. I know all of your stories. And you all know me.”

  Slight murmuring from the crowd, but I pressed on.

  “I won’t pretend like I saved you all personally, because I didn’t. But I started all of this because I care about you, care about you all so deeply that I was willing to risk my life and my family to save you. I’m still willing to risk all of that, and I do so every single day.

  “What happened with that man is despicable, and I commend you all for what you did to him. That bastard deserved to bleed out at your feet. Men like him are the reason we do what we do, are the reason we fight and die to save our sisters that are still imprisoned.”

  “What do you know about being imprisoned?” someone in the back called out. “You were born rich.”

  “I was born rich,” I called back. “And I turned my back on all of that when I found out what was happening to all of you. Do you really think I don’t care? Look at what I’ve sacrificed. Look at everything I’ve built.”

  “These men are everything we hate,” Anastasia said. She was one of the first girls I saved, a small, fierce blonde woman.

  “And yet we need them,” I said. “I hate that we need them, but we do. If I could win this war just with you women, I would, but we will eventually lose. My father and his men are too numerous and have too much money. We don’t have a chance against them without these mercenaries.

  “We’ve come too far to back down now. We’re close to something, and we’re going to destroy the Barone mafia once and for all. We’re going to free every single woman still in captivity and slaughter every one of those bastards. You have to believe in me, because I believe in all of you.”

  There were some positive murmurs and I could tell that I was winning over the crowd.

  “Together we can do this, but we can’t do it if we’re fractured. You’ve followed me this far. Follow me a little bit farther.”

  “I’ll follow,” Kasia called out. I nodded at her.

  “Me too,” Anastasia said.

  More echoes of “me too” and “I’ll follow” began, and I smiled as the girls put their fists in the air.

  Just then, the elevator doors dinged open. All heads turned to see Wyatt step out, his hair wet, wearing only a thin white T-shirt and short black shorts. He blinked at the crowd of angry and intense women staring at him.

  “Well, hello ladies,” he said.

  There was a general murmur and all of that energy dissipated. People began to walk off as Wyatt walked over.

  “Bad timing?” he asked.

  I nodded. “The girls are unhappy. One of the mercenaries tried to rape one of mine.”

  “Fuck,” he said.

  “They killed him.”

  “Good.” He looked grim. “I’ll talk to them.”

  “Thank you. I’ll handle the girls.”

  “Good.” He nodded at me. “We’re close, Louisa.”

  “I know. The men are downstairs.”

  He walked back to the elevator. He gave me a nod as the doors shut.

  That was almost good. If he hadn’t walked out, I knew that the speech would have worked. But Wyatt came in at the exact wrong moment.

  He was a symbol to those girls of everything they stood against. He was a handsome, powerful man, and they hated men like that. They didn’t know any better. Men like him had taken advantage of them for so long, raped them over and over, and now they hated most men. But Wyatt was trying to help them, maybe in his own way, but it was working.

  He wasn’t their enemy, but that was impossible for them to understand. All men were the enemy, and that was all there was.

  We needed to make changes if we were going to win. Despising all men was one thing we had to fix. I had to show them that Wyatt was on their side and that the mercenaries were important. Otherwise, everything was going to be lost.

  I headed back to my room to think, leaving it to Kasia to talk with the girls.

  25

  Wyatt

  Unrest in the ranks was very, very bad for Louisa. I spoke with the captain of the mercenaries, and he said that the guy who tried to rape that girl was a rotten asshole from the start, and the he didn’t condone what he did. The guys weren’t angry about what happened to him, which was good. I promised them more pay and left it at that.

  I just hoped that Louisa could hold up her end and keep her girls in line. We needed every single person she had right now. She was severely outnumbered to begin with, and any sort of unrest inside her organization could be fatal.

  She couldn’t afford a coup or a strike. She had to keep it together. We had the guns, we had the mercenaries, and all we needed was a big, juicy target.

  A few days passed. I had to leave the city again for work, but I was able to come back as soon as that was over.

  Ethan and I checked back into our usual hotel in the usual room. I wasn’t back in my suite for more than ten minutes before the phone began to ring.

  I answered it. “Yes?” I asked.

  “Mr. Carter, you have a call holding from a Mr. Barone.”

  “Put him through.”

  The line clicked.

  “Wyatt?”

  “Arturo.”

  “How the hell are you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “I tried your cell, but it was dead.”

  “Just got in, haven’t had a chance to charge.”

  “Come to the compound,” he said. “I want to talk business.”

  I frowned, uncertain. “Okay,” I said. “I can do that. How did you know I was back in town?”

  “I know everything that happens in this city, Wyatt. See you soon.” He hung up.

  I checked my watch. It was ten in the morning. All I wanted to do was shower and drink some coffee, but I couldn’t ignore a summ
ons from Arturo.

  “I’m going,” I said to Ethan. He gave me a little nod and went back to his laptop.

  I changed quickly, called down for a car, and was on my way ten minutes later.

  It was never good when Arturo called me to him, but maybe this was the right timing for it. We did need a target to go after, and Arturo was notorious for letting things slip in our conversations. The man was old and he loved to brag, which made it easy to pry things out of him, even when he was being careful.

  He had no reason to be careful around me, which was valuable.

  I made it to the compound a half hour later, and I followed that same porter through the halls. I had a pretty good memory and could recall the route we took to Arturo’s office the last time I was there, but the porter was taking me a different route. We followed another circuitous, winding route, and eventually he stopped in front of a plain set of doors.

  “Mr. Barone is inside,” he said, and then withdrew.

  I pushed open the doors. Humidity smashed me in the face as I stepped into the room.

  The first thing I saw was green. Quickly I realized that there were plants all over the place, almost like I had stepped into a greenhouse. The path was surrounded by plants, and the room was incredibly humid. The doors shut behind me as I stepped into the room, following the thin path through the thick foliage.

  For a second, I thought I might be lost. I had this eerie feeling that I had stepped into another room. The place seemed huge, and the ceiling seemed far away and possibly made of glass. The sun was beating down on me either way. I lost sight of the doors and the walls, and for a second I thought I really was in the jungle.

  Who the hell had a greenhouse in the middle of their mansion?

  Arturo Barone. Of course Arturo Barone had a greenhouse in his mansion. The egomaniacal bastard thought he was a god already.

  For a second, I thought I heard birds in the foliage around me. But no, that couldn’t be real. I shook my head, trying to keep it together.

  Arturo was having this meeting in this place just to throw me off. There was no doubt in my mind that it was all designed to make me as pliable as possible. I had to keep myself together.