Assassins & Mob Wives: Couples Retreat

by Posey Parks

  “Yeah, Nadine, you were great.”

  “Thanks girls.” She tossed the shot to the back of her throat. “Woo,” she yelled.

  Her thick dark locks swayed side to side.

  I plopped in the red leather booth beside Zoey and Emoni. Nadine wiggled her ass, squeezing next to me.

  “Drink up, ladies.” Nadine raised a fresh glass of vodka in the air.

  “I’ll have a couple more but that’s it. I have to drive in the morning.” Sierra’s face twisted as she sipped the wine.

  Emoni poured whiskey in her glass then swallowed half the contents.

  We looked amazing. We wore distressed skinny jeans ranging from black to white. Samantha wore white jeans and a red form fitting blouse. Nadine wore faded light blue jeans, a pale pink chiffon blouse with a deep cleavage. Sydney danced in her seat wearing peach colored jeans, nude stilettos and a white form fitting off the shoulder top.

  Zoey’s favorite color was purple. The lavender tank with an oval revealing her cleavage was hot. The dark denim jeans and nude stilettos accentuated her look. Zoey said she wore a tank because she knew she’d barely leave the dance floor.

  I circled my legs under the table, glancing at the nude peep toe stilettos and black skinny jeans. I wore a tank because the snake print was fire thanks to queen Emoni’s boutique. She wore an off-shoulder puff sleeve tan and black zebra print crop top, denim jeans, and black stilettos. She looked fierce.

  Sierra rocked huge circle gold earrings. Every man in the club admired her cream crochet crop top with long breathable sleeves. Good thing Dillon didn’t see her leave the bus wearing that blouse. And the high waisted blue jeans hugged her waist. She towered over us in the black stilettos. Her matte nude lipstick made her lips extra pouty. Girl didn’t look like she had three babies. We all wore one form or another of Christian Louboutin’s. If our shoes didn’t scream rich girls, the Hermes Togo Birkin bags did. We dared a motherfucker to try us. Women scowled in passing. Some smiled in adoration. The guys on the dance floor were too handsy. If our husbands were here, they’d make an example out of them. At least they couldn’t blame the trail of dead bodies on us. So far no one had crossed the line too bad to receive a bullet to the back of the head.

  “Ah,” Zoey shrilled. “That’s my song.” She stepped up on the black oval table. Palms in the air, her hips swayed to the beat. Turks by Nav feat. Travis Scott thudded every speaker around the club. We jumped up, twirling and shaking our asses. You could hear nothing but screams from our table. Sydney jogged over to the DJ. She whispered in his ear. He nodded as she slipped a few bills in his palm. Demons by Drake feat Fivo Foreign, Sosa Geek electrified our bodies.

  “I hope everyone's having a good time tonight at Lucky’s Lounge,” The DJ shouted into the mic.

  Sydney sashayed toward us.

  “Special shout out to AMW. Turn up, ladies.” He pointed toward us.

  Samantha screamed. “AMW?”

  She peeked at us. “Assassin Mob Wives. It didn’t sound right if he said AW&MW.”

  We laughed. “You’re right.” I tossed my hand in the air.

  “AMW, turn up.”

  The girls followed suit.

  The DJ mixed in the next record, Broke In A Minute by Tory Lanez.

  “Yes, this song goes out to Nicki. We came from the hood.” Samantha stressed emphasis on the H.

  We grabbed our glasses and raised them high. “To Nicki.”

  This was the best spot to party. No one recognized any of us. It was a dream. My eyes fell over the girls. We were business owners, attorneys, charity organizers, and scientists. We were powerful women. Never knew I’d grow hungry for blood. Trust me when I say I never thought the day would come. I guess the day I killed Angelita changed my psyche. Dominic was so worried about me. He locked us in our house for a month. Dominic said through the fire. He didn’t mean literally. He meant figuratively. He expected me to be ok with him killing. Not me killing. I’ve never seen fear in Dominic’s eyes until that day I blew that bitch's brains out all over the warehouse floor.

  The most delicious man I’d ever met loved and desired me. What woman wouldn’t want to be loved and adorned? Ravished. I mean fucked so good you felt like your body was suspended in midair. He only had eyes for me, so he said. I believed those words. Until I caught a certain someone’s arms wrapped around my husband’s neck. Ever since the incident he’d given daily earth-shattering orgasms. You know the ones. The ones that make your toes curl. Did I wholeheartedly think my Dominic could ever cheat on me? Before I’d gotten to know him, yes. But the way he behaved in the library that day. Out of his gore, drowning himself in his studies to stay away from what he desired most. Me.

  I blinked twice, freeing my mind from the thoughts of my husband ever cheating on me.

  He loves you, Carmen. You know that. Those were the words that played on repeat when we were apart. You’re his number one obsession. I planned to keep it that way.

  The girls knew something troubling plagued me. If they knew they’d want to join in on the hunt. Maybe it wasn’t such an awful idea.

  Samantha was the most twisted out of all of us. Surprised she hadn’t dropped a body yet. Nadine and Emoni’s hips bumped against mine.

  “Come on, let’s hit the dance floor.” Emoni tugged my arm.

  She glanced back at me and her brow wrinkled en route to the crowded dance floor. “You all right?”

  “Yeah, I think those drinks are sneaking up on me.” I sort of fibbed. They did, but that wasn’t the real reason.

  We joined hands, lifting them high.

  “Hey, hey,” we chanted.

  One of the best nights of my life was in progress at that moment. My sisters and I were living our best lives. Our children were safe, and all tucked in for the night while their mommies turned up at a Chicago nightclub.

  A strong hand gripped my hip and spun me around.

  His lazy smile greeted me. “You are the most beautiful woman in this entire club. My name is Diego.”

  Thick dark curls cascaded over his forehead. His gray eyes shined like diamonds.

  “What’s your name?”

  My skin heated. “My name doesn’t matter. I’m married.”

  The girls didn’t intervene. We could handle ourselves.

  “Happily.” My arms crossed my chest. No longer dancing to the beat, I might add.

  “Your husband let a gorgeous woman like you out of his sight?” He yelled in my ear. His spicy cologne crept up my nostrils.

  The tiny hairs pricked my arms. I felt like someone was watching me. I shifted my eyes to the dark VIP area upstairs. My jaw slacked. Leaning on the rail in a gray suit, dark sunglasses and a fedora, the man froze, staring at the crowd or me. I couldn’t get a good look at his face.

  “Shit, no.” I blinked again. The man disappeared.

  Diego gingerly clutched my elbow. “Are you all right?”

  Concern poured over his handsome features.

  “I have to go.”

  “Can I have one dance?”

  My eyes widened. “No, that wouldn’t be wise. If you value your life, you’ll forget you ever met me.”

  He rubbed the charcoal stubble on his chin. “I can’t.”

  “You must.” I glanced over my shoulder. The girls danced deeper into the crowd. Dipping to my left, I wiggled my way through the sea of people. I gripped the strap of my bag tighter.

  “Wait.” I heard at my back.

  A bouncer stood guard at the bottom of the roped off stairs. I reached into my bag and grabbed two bills. All I had were hundreds. Hopefully this guy wouldn’t turn me away.

  “I need to get into the VIP lounge.” I shoved the bills into his hand.

  The tall muscular guy nodded and unlatched the rope. I slipped past, racing up the steps as fast as my stilettos would carry me. All the liquor I sucked down tonight had no effect at the moment.

  “Brown eyes, wait,” Diego yelled again.

  I scanned the dark area. The
only lights were the colorful ones moving over the small dance floor to my right.

  If Tony was in town, did that mean Dominic was too?

  My eyes combed each table. Women huddled together, laughing and drinking. My eyes narrowed at the dark hallway to my left. If anyone tried me, I had something for them that would definitely ruin their night. I stalked forward. Three strides in and a large hand pressed against my mouth and a strong arm wrapped around my waist. My feet dangled in the air as he eased into the dark crevices of the club.

  “Let me fucking go,” I yelled against his palm.

  The motherfucker’s teeth clenched my earlobe. “That’s no way to greet me, baby.”

  My panties were drenched at the sound of the word baby.

  “If I turn you loose, will you behave like a good girl?”

  He ground his cock against my back.

  I slammed my heel into his shin.

  “Ouch, I fucking mean calm down,” he growled.

  He lowered me to my feet and removed his hand from my lips. I turned and my palm met his angular jaw.

  His lips tipped up at one end. “Are we playing rough? How rough do you want it, sweetheart?” he toyed.

  “Hey, leave her the fuck alone,” Diego roared.

  “Shit.” My heart raced.

  The demon before me flashed a sinister grin. He sat in the booth nearby. “Go ahead, handle it...” He retrieved a cigar from his inside pocket. “Before I do,” he warned. His words laced with promise. He lit the cigar unfazed by Diego’s presence.

  “Hey, why were you manhandling her?” I blocked Diego’s path.

  “I told you downstairs if you value your life, you’ll walk away.” I raised my hands, careful not to touch him.

  My chest rose and fell. This man had no idea the shit storm he trudged into.

  “You better listen to her. She’s trying to save your life. Carmen knows what I am capable of.”

  He removed the hat, placing it on the table. His fingers slicked through his dark, moussed hair.

  Diego’s eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck is this guy, brown eyes?”

  My lids lowered. I expected brain matter to splat all over my pretty blouse. My hand was yanked to the left. He shoved the enormous diamond ring on my finger until it was flush with my wedding band.

  “The men of today have zero respect for the constitution of marriage.”

  He peeled his sunglasses off, dropping them on the table. “I won’t ask if she told you she’s married.”

  “She didn’t say she was here with her husband.”

  His patience was wearing thin. His finger slid back and forth across the table.

  “I don’t have to be here with my wife. She’s under my protection at all times.”

  He leaned forward. “No, motherfucker will disrespect my marriage in my face.” His fist hit the table like a heavyweight.

  Luckily the music was so loud those a few tables over barely heard the commotion.

  “You’re an abusive motherfucker who needs an ass beating.”

  My eyes widened. I slammed my hands against Diego’s chest. “Run. Run.”

  Dominic flew around me like the wind. He bunched up Diego’s dress shirt in his fist. “You flirted with the wrong woman.”

  He gripped Dominic’s wrists, trying to free himself.

  I placed my hands on my husband’s face. “Baby, he’s not worth it.” Lips trembling, fear struck every inch of my body. Not for me, but for Diego.

  The black rings around his green irises darkened.

  “Baby, you’re right. He’s not. Have a seat. This will only take a minute.”

  He kissed my lips before he dragged Diego kicking and demanding, he release him en route to the men’s bathroom.

  I plopped in the seat, picked up his cigar from the ashtray, and placed it between my lips.

  Stopping Dominic from killing a man during his run for governor had become laborious. The second someone betrayed him, the big picture seemed bleak. Muffled groans escaped the restroom. My phone buzzed in my purse. I grabbed it and peeked at the screen.

  Emoni: Where are you?

  Me: I ran to the restroom. I’m taking the scenic route back to the table. I’ll be there in just a sec.

  Emoni: If you aren’t here in fifteen minutes, we’ll find you.

  Me: Ok.

  “Baby, scoot over.”

  I peeked at his blood stained, bruised knuckles, then into his eyes.

  He sighed. “The bitch is still alive. Are you happy?”

  I slid over.

  Dominic removed the cigar from my mouth. His tongue replaced it. My heart beat a million miles a minute. It always did for him.

  “Oh,” I moaned.

  His hand gripped my ass.

  I pushed him back, breaking our kiss. “Are you certain he’s still alive?” My eyes darted between his.

  “Yeah. You said I have to be careful. That’s what I’m doing by sparing his useless life.” He smirked. “For now. He gets to live for a few more months.”

  “Dominic, I’m sure he learned his lesson.”

  “Torture would help a man like him learn not to disrespect another man. He has a long road ahead.”

  “I need to get back. The girls don’t know you’re here.”

  “Tell them you’re leaving with me. I want to fall asleep inside your mind-blowing pussy.”

  I chuckled. “You can wait until this weekend.” My perfect brow rose.

  His lips slipped down the side of my neck. “Do you want to wait?”

  My pussy clenched as his lips nipped my tender flesh. “Babe, it doesn’t matter if I want to wait. This is a girls’ trip. No fucking our husbands on our trip.”

  Our gazes locked, and he smacked his sexy lips. “Ok, how about you sleep in my arms?” He raised his hands, gripping the cigar.

  “I’ll hold you. That’s it.” He stuck the cigar between his lips.

  I threw my head back, bursting at the seams in laughter. “I’d wake up, and you’d be deep inside me.”

  “Shit, you know me too well.” Dominic placed the cigar in the ashtray.

  Standing on my knees, I straddled him and slicked my tongue over his earlobe. “Please don’t kill Diego?”

  He gripped my waist, slamming my pussy against his hard cock.

  He yanked my cheeks until our eyes met. Dominic’s eyes breathed fire. Shit, probably should have kept my mouth shut.

  “Carmen, you dare plead for another man’s life. One who disrespected our marriage,” he snapped.

  Hands braced on his broad shoulders; I wiggled my face to get free.

  He squeezed tighter. “You’re my wife. Fuck that motherfucker,” he growled.

  “He’s lucky I don’t go in there and cut him up into tiny pieces and grind him up later.” A snarky smile followed.

  “It’s not my fault he hit on the wrong man’s wife. I have zero fucking remorse. Your plea for him by name makes me wonder if you were attracted to him.” His sexy green eye twitched.

  My face tensed. “Oh, like the bitch at the club back home who can’t stay out of my husband's face. Release me, Dominic.” Venom poured over my words.

  His tongue slid over his lower lip. “Or what?”

  Calling his bluff wasn’t wise. What did I have as leverage? Well, other than what was between my legs.

  “The girls will walk up here any moment.”

  The padding of his large thumb grazed my bottom lip. Juices seeped from my pussy. Oh, fuck. I was ready to ditch the girls.

  “How bad do you want to feel my thick cock massage those tight walls that belong to me?”

  Satisfaction swept across his dark, brooding features. He released my face and my lips fell upon his.

  Dominic sucked my lower lip. My fingers threaded the back of his hair. His strong arms squeezed tighter around my waist. Shoving my tongue past his lips, I moaned into his mouth. The taste of the cigar and whiskey laced my tongue. My hunger for my husband was overpowering. Pulling back, my ches
t rose and fell as I stared at his bruised lips.

  Dominic’s need engulfed his sexy features, shattering me from the inside out.

  “I-I need to leave.” Gripping the handle of my purse, I scooted to the other end of the booth.

  His hungry gaze darkened. My eyes landed on the huge dick imprint in his slacks. Stumbling to my feet, I brushed my hand over my top. My phone vibrated again.

  “I love you, Dominic.”

  Arms spread over the back of the booth; his eyes combed my body. “I love you more, Carmen.”

  My body shuddered at those words.

  Walking away from Dominic took every ounce of restraint I had.

  CHAPTER TEN

  EMONI

  MOB WIFE

  WE STOOD AT THE BOTTOM of the steps of VIP. The beat of the music pulsated through our bodies. I peeked to the left. An almond complected guy sat at the bar sipping a beer and winked. A woman walked up and slapped his face. I chuckled. He deserved that and more. I hated a disrespectful man.

  “No, I’m ok really.” Sierra smiled at the fifth guy tonight who’d grabbed her waist and begged for her number and a moment of her time.

  Two guys stepped over just as I retrieved my phone from my purse.

  “Hello, beautiful, my name is Terry.” He flashed a sexy smile.

  “Hi.”

  “This is my friend Roland.”

  “Hello.” A smile lit up his coffee complected face. “We noticed you and your friend.” He tapped Samantha’s arm.

  She turned and smirked. “Hello.”

  “You ladies have burned up the dance floor most of the night.” Terry’s muscles bulged through his navy T-shirt.

  “Wondered if we could steal one more dance before the end of the night.” Terry’s smile stretched across his face.

  “That’s so sweet, but we’ve danced alone tonight because we’re married.” I grinned.

  “It’s just a dance.”

  Samantha smiled wider. “Thanks for asking, but we can’t. Have a good night.”

  That was the fakest smile.

  “You all do the same.” Terry waved goodbye.

  We weren’t out to associate with men. Well, other than our husbands.