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

by B. B. Hamel

  Either way, whatever she chose, I’d do my best to keep her alive. I felt something there, something I couldn’t explain. I wanted her to know me for some reason, which was why I took her to my old hood. Maybe I just wanted her to know the man who wanted to get her pregnant.

  I wasn’t used to feeling this way. Normally I fucked a girl and then forgot about her, but Cassidy just kept lingering in my mind. I hadn’t even felt what it was like to be inside her yet.

  “I grew up in Ohio,” she said suddenly as we got closer to her apartment building.

  “Midwestern girl,” I said.

  “Yeah.” She nodded, looking out the window. “My parents are both still alive and married. My dad is a dentist and my mom teaches first grade.”

  “Sounds nice. How’d you end up in Chicago?”

  “I went to school here. I got a journalism degree from the University of Chicago.”

  “Good school.”

  “That’s how I got into all of this. I wanted to make my mark.”

  “You’re sure as hell making one now.”

  She shrugged and looked at me. “I guess so.”

  “What would your parents say about your choice of men?” I asked, smirking at her.

  “They’d probably disown me, or maybe try to get you arrested.”

  I laughed. “Sorry to hear it. I guess they won’t get a baby announcement.”

  “Probably not. I think that would kill my dad.”

  “Are they religious?”

  “I guess so. They’re just old fashioned, really. My dad thinks I should have become a nurse or a vet or something like that.”

  “Then he’d love it if you became my stay-at-home mob wife.”

  She cracked a smile. “Yeah. Maybe.”

  “You can raise the kids. Do yoga all day.”

  “Sounds nice.”

  “You’d love it. I’ll go crack skulls, you stay home and change diapers.”

  “Great. We’d make an amazing team.”

  “Raising babies and kicking ass.”

  She laughed as I slowly came up toward her building. Instead of parking, I cruised slowly past.

  She cocked her head, confused. “That was my building back there.”

  “I know,” I murmured.

  There were two thugs standing near the front entrance, two guys I recognized. Both of them were Ernesto’s boys.

  What the fuck were they doing? He was supposed to stay away from Cassidy for the time being. He had no reason to post guys right outside her apartment building.

  Unless he was going against orders.

  I went around the block and parked a few buildings down from her place.

  “Stay here,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “I have to do something.” I looked at her seriously. “Just stay here.”

  She nodded. “Okay. Fine.”

  I got out of the car and shut the door. I strode over toward her apartment building, fingering the gun I had tucked into my waistband. I didn’t know what these guys wanted, but I wasn’t messing around.

  They didn’t see me coming. The first one was named Leo, and he had his back turned to me. He was thin with curly dark hair. The other guy was Ollie, and he was too busy talking into his cell phone to see me.

  I went right up to Leo and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, his face angry. Ollie looked up and gaped as I punched Leo in the nose, sending him sprawling.

  I felt bone break as Leo toppled to the ground. Blood spurted from his wound. Ollie dropped his phone and came at me, roaring like an idiot. I easily stepped back and dropped an elbow into the back of his neck, sending him straight to the ground.

  Leo was back on his feet, and he was pissed. He threw a few punches at me, but I danced away, grinning to myself. My heart was pounding, and I was loving this shit. People on the other side of the street were staring, but that didn’t matter to me.

  The only thing for me right in that moment was the fight. I fucking lived for the fight.

  Leo came at me hard, and I blocked his right hook. I stepped close to him and dropped my shoulder, pivoting my hips. Using his momentum, I threw him over my hip.

  I grunted as Ollie tackled me from behind. I hit the ground hard and saw stars for a second before managing to roll onto my back. Ollie reared to hit me, but I was too fast. I slammed my elbow into the side of his face. I twisted again, shoving him off me, and scrambled to my feet.

  Leo came at me, yelling. This time, I was going to end it. He punched at me wildly, and I easily dodged him. I caught his right wrist and pulled him close to me. Then I slammed my forehead into his nose. He grunted, and I did it again and again until he fell to the ground, unconscious.

  I could feel a smear of blood on my face, but I didn’t care. Ollie backed off, his eyes wide with terror. I walked calmly up to him and punched him three times in the face until he finally dropped to the ground, groaning and bleeding.

  I spit next to him. “Tell your boss to fuck off, or else I’ll do worse.”

  “Fuck you, Rafa.”

  “Get your fucking friend out of here.”

  Ollie slowly got to his feet, unsteady. He managed to revive Leo, and both men limped off as I headed back toward the car.

  Cassidy was staring at me as I approached.

  “What?” I asked her.

  She climbed out of the car. “You have blood on your face.”

  “Oh.” I took a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped it off. “Better?”

  “No. And what the fuck was that?”

  “Those were Ernesto’s men. I suspect they were here to harm you.”

  “You suspect?”

  “I don’t take chances.”

  She gaped at me. “That was scary, Rafa.”

  “You’re fine now.” I tossed the handkerchief aside. I didn’t even know why I carried one. I guess it felt right to have one when I was wearing a suit. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  “Okay,” she said softly, and followed me toward the building.

  The crowd had dispersed already. I didn’t know if someone had called the cops or what, so I was in a hurry to get inside. It was a bad idea to be standing out on the sidewalk when the cops showed up after a fight.

  We stopped in the foyer of her building. She turned to me, a strange look on her face. “You should come upstairs,” she said. “I should make sure you’re okay.”

  “Fine,” I said, “but I’m okay.”

  “Let me make sure.”

  I smirked at her and nodded.

  I knew what she really wanted. I could see it in her eyes.

  She was starting to see the merit of my plan.

  15

  Cassidy

  Watching Rafa beat the shit out of two guys was both terrifying and exciting, like pretty much everything involving him.

  I’d had no clue what he was doing, so I’d had to get a closer look. As soon as he strode down the block toward my building, I got out of the car and moved a little closer.

  Then the fight started. Rafa moved so fast, so gracefully, that it was possible to almost forget he was smashing the faces of two men out of nowhere. They hadn’t done anything to provoke the fight, but he seemed to think it was necessary.

  As I watched, it slowly dawned on me. The Spiders said they’d protect me, but Rafa was actually doing it. He was willing to put himself on the line for me. He was willing to fight for me, draw blood for me.

  The thrill was starting to win over the terror as he beat the two men down.

  I quickly got back in the car, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down before he got back. I was feeling something pretty complicated, something that rolled along my spine and made my toes want to curl.

  It was lust, pure and simple. I’d wanted him before, but watching him defend me like that made me only want him more.

  But I also felt like I knew him a little bit. He’d taken me to his home block and bought me breakfast, mostly just because he wanted me to know him.

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p; Also because he wanted to get me pregnant. I couldn’t forget about that.

  I bit my lip, looking out the window. He wanted to get me pregnant. He had said it was the only way to save both of our lives, but that just seemed crazy.

  What if he was right? Maybe he really did need to get me pregnant to prove to the mob I wasn’t a threat. If I was his girl, or at least if I seemed that way to them, maybe they’d leave me alone. They had to trust him, even if they didn’t trust me.

  But getting pregnant by a stranger, even a stranger I wanted, was just too crazy.

  When he got back to the car, I followed him back into the lobby. As we stood there, I had an insane idea.

  I wanted him to come up. I wanted him to come up and I wanted him to have me. I knew that he knew it. I could see it in his eyes. We both knew what I was thinking.

  After I gave him my bullshit excuse of wanting to look at his injuries, we got into the elevator together. He stood close to me as we rode up in silence.

  We stepped out and walked down my hallway together. I paused at my door and looked at him.

  “Rafa,” I started, but I didn’t get another word out.

  He pressed me against the door and kissed me.

  I felt his hands on my hips, his lips against mine, and I gave in. I knew I should have said no, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted this to happen with every single fiber of my being, ever since we’d first met.

  I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself against him.

  His hands felt right as they ran down my hips, pressing me closer to him. He was so damn big and muscular, I felt like he was swallowing me with his body. His lips and tongue felt right against mine, his taste flooding my mouth and blinding me to anything else.

  After a second, I turned from him, quickly breaking away, and opened my apartment door. He practically pushed me inside, grabbing my body and pulling me against him. He shut the door behind us and pushed me up against it, pinning me there. He held my arms up above my head as he kissed my neck and lips.

  I gasped as his lips grazed my ear. “This is what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?”

  “No,” I said, gasping.

  He held my wrists tighter. “Liar. You’re a fucking dirty girl, and you want me to come deep inside that little pussy.”

  “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

  “No,” he said, kissing my neck. One of his hands released my wrists, but he was still holding them with the other. His hand slowly moved down my body and pressed down the front of my shorts. I gasped as he found my soaking wet panties and slowly began to rub my clit.

  “But you do want me to fuck this tight cunt,” he said. “You want me to make you come while you scream my name.”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Good girl.” He kissed my lips as his hand moved under my soaking panties to find my slippery clit. He began to rub me in circles as he kissed me hard, and pleasure exploded through my mind.

  All of the fear melted away as he worked my pussy. All of the worry and the pain was gone. Rafa’s fingers and mouth took that from me, and the only thing I could see was Rafa pressed against me, working my body.

  His fingers slipped deep inside me, and I let out a low, deep moan. He grinned and kissed my neck as his fingers fucked me.

  “I know what you’re thinking about,” he said softly. “I know you’re thinking about my proposition.”

  “We can’t,” I said, and then moaned as his fingers slid in and out of me.

  “Maybe not. I won’t force you to do anything. But I am going to make you take this cock, and I’ll have you begging for more.”

  “Rafa,” I gasped. “Please.”

  “Exactly.” He pulled his fingers back and let my arms drop. He quickly pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra, tossing my clothes aside. He kissed my chest and felt my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

  He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my shorts. I bit my lip as he pulled them off and then slid my panties down my skin, sending tingles running all over my body.

  He looked up at me with those incredible, gorgeous eyes, a cocky and hungry expression on his face.

  “Beg me,” he said.

  “For what?”

  His fingers pressed inside me, and I spread my legs wider. I grabbed his hair and moaned.

  “Beg me to suck this clit until you can’t stand it anymore.”

  “Rafa,” I gasped. He was so dirty, but I couldn’t act like I didn’t love it.

  “Beg me to lick this little pussy, you dirty fucking girl.” His fingers worked me.

  “Please, Rafa,” I moaned. “Oh my god, please. I want to feel your tongue on me.”

  “Where?”

  “Don’t make me say it.”

  “Tell me where.”

  “My pussy. Please, lick my pussy.”

  And then he pressed his lips against my clit and began to work me. His fingers stayed deep inside me, and I spread my legs even wider as his free hand supported my ass. His tongue and teeth and lips worked my clit, sucking and licking as his fingers kept fucking me, and it was all I could do to stay on my feet as I grabbed his hair and pressed him against me.

  “Rafa,” I moaned as he worked me, his tongue amazing against my swollen and aching clit. I couldn’t believe how badly I needed it, but now that I had his mouth between my legs, I realized that I was going to burst. I’d been dreaming about him, thinking about his body day after day since we met, despite all the fear and the confusion.

  I moved my hips in time with his mouth, and he worked me, his fingers deep inside me. I could feel that I was getting close, so close to coming in his perfect mouth.

  But he pulled back and stood up. He kissed me, and I quickly pulled his jacket off and then unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to see his muscular body so badly. I felt his chest and abs, tracing the inky lines of tattoos along his torso. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his belt off.

  He let his pants drop to the ground, and then he dragged me over toward the couch, kissing me the whole time. His body was incredible in nothing but a white button-down shirt open at the front and black boxer briefs. When we got close to the couch, I pushed him down and then knelt in front of him.

  He smirked as I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. “Ah fuck,” he said as I took his thick cock in my hand. I bit my lip, staring at his thick, large cock, and slowly began to stroke him. He took a handful of my hair.

  “You’re a dirty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “And you want to suck this cock nice and hard.”

  “Please.”

  He slowly pressed me down, and I took his cock between my lips. I groaned as I began to suck him, and he grunted his pleasure. I loved sucking his thick cock, loved the way he groaned as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could.

  He pressed me down, pushing his cock into my throat. I began to suck him faster, jerking off his shaft, working him with my lips and tongue.

  “Suck that big dick, you dirty girl,” he said. “I want to see that cock disappear between your pretty lips.”

  I groaned as I worked him faster, sucking him harder. I wanted to make him feel how I felt, wanted his cock to be as hard as it possibly could.

  He groaned and then pulled me back, kissing me hard. He stood and pushed me aside before quickly walking over to his pants. He fished something out and walked back over to me, pulling me to my feet.

  He pushed me down onto the couch, turning me so that I was kneeling. I heard him rip open a condom and roll it down his cock as he spread my legs nice and wide.

  My pussy was exposed and dripping wet. I looked over my shoulder as he knelt down behind me and began to lick my pussy from behind. I moaned, so shocked. He was so dirty, but it felt incredible.

  He stepped back and took my hips. I stared over my shoulder at him, and he leaned forward, the tip of his cock pressed against me.


  “Say please,” he whispered.

  “Please, Rafa. Fuck me.”

  He pressed his cock deep inside me. I was so slick that he slid deep inside me with a single thrust. I moaned, grasping the back of the couch as he held my hips firmly.

  He tipped my chin back and kissed me, pressed himself deep inside me for a moment. I couldn’t believe I could take his thick cock, but pleasure and pain mingled inside me with such a delicious intensity that I could barely think. He gripped my hips and began to slide in and out, moving faster, grinding deep inside me.

  “Fuck me, Rafa,” I moaned. “Oh shit.”

  He slapped my ass. “I love watching this pretty little pussy swallow my big cock. You’re fucking dripping wet for me.”

  “I’m so wet,” I moaned. “God, I can’t help it.”

  “You’re damn right you can’t.” He began to fuck me faster, and I moved my hips in time with him, savoring the slap of his skin against mine, his cock filling my every inch.

  He slapped my ass, and I moaned at the delicious sting. He grabbed my hair harder as his cock slammed deeper into me, fucking me with a wild abandon that I’d never felt before. Desire was ringing throughout my core, and I wanted only to be filled by him, fucked by him over and over again.

  I began to work my hips, bucking my ass back against him, desperate for more. I gripped the back of the sofa as he slammed himself into me, him tipping my chin back with his hands. He reached around my side and began to work my clit as he fucked me, rocking back and forth.

  I matched his motions. I could feel his lips against my ear. “I want you to come on this big, fat cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

  “Rafa,” I moaned. “I want it.”

  “God damn right you do. You want this thick cock.”

  “I need it.”

  “You do fucking need it. Work this fucking cock, girl.”

  I moved my hips, moaning, my mind completely blank. I could feel the orgasm building through me, slowly taking shape in my core. It was an unstoppable wave, and I knew it would wash me completely away.

  But he pulled back before it could break over me. He sat back on the couch and pulled me over to him. I straddled his hips, his mouth against my chest, his tongue teasing my nipples, as I slowly lowered myself down along his cock.