When We Were Us: A Dark Mafia Romance (Alpha Boyfriends Book 3)

by J. S. Cooper

  “Don’t stop, Luca. Don’t stop.”

  I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and he grunted against me, his thumb caressing my clit as a finger pushed inside my pussy and got me ready for his cock.

  “You’re so fucking wet already. You want this so badly, don’t you, Anabel?”

  “Yes, Luca. I want this badly. Please,” I begged him.

  “I want you, too, Anabel. Fuck. Since I saw you in Miami, all I could think about was this moment. All I could think about was being inside of you.”

  I heard his zipper go down and his cock was suddenly at my entrance, rubbing against my clit. I gasped at the feel of him, hard, rigid, and manly against me.

  “Please, Luca.”

  He grunted and then thrust into me, his hard cock filling me full, and I gasped against him as he started slamming into me. There was nothing that could be considered close to lovemaking in our actions. It was primal lust, and I loved every part of it. I gripped his shoulders hard and kissed him hard as he fucked me, my body slamming against the wall, as he thrust in and out, in and out, in and out.

  Suddenly, the door opened and I gasped, my eyes flying over to where the two men had entered. Enzo was standing there staring at us, an evil smile on his face, Giuliani was behind him looking pissed off and jealous.

  I didn’t care. Neither did Luca. He continued fucking me hard, his cock going in and out of me, relentlessly pummeling me. I could feel my juices running, and I could feel my orgasm building up.

  “Oh, god, Luca. Please,” I cried out. I didn’t even care that people were watching us. Nothing mattered. It was only me and Luca in the room. It was only me and him flying. I needed him to keep on fucking me. I wish he could have fucked me for the rest of my life.

  “Come for me, Anabel. Come for me.” He increased his pace even faster so that my back was banging against the wall harder and harder. His cock thrusting into me deeper and deeper. And then suddenly I felt myself exploding, screaming, the sound exploding in the room like an echo. “Yes, Luca, I’m coming. Yes. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed louder than I ever had before in my life.

  He pulled his lips away from mine and then he grunted. “Oh, fuck, Anabel. Yes.” He pummeled into me, one, two, three more times and then I felt him explode inside of me. My legs trembled around him as he leaned forward to kiss me tenderly.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” he whispered against my lips. Suddenly, he let me down off of the wall and zipped his pants back up. We both turned around to look at Enzo and Giuliani, who were now clapping.

  “Bravo, Luca. Didn’t think you had it in you. And you look like you had a good time, too, girl.” Enzo was grinning at me, but I didn’t even feel ashamed, not at all. All of a sudden, my body felt like I was flying high. It had been the most thrilling and exciting fuck of my life, and I didn’t even care that it was here, that it was now, that it was like this. It was how it was meant to be. And I knew that Luca and I were going to take care of Enzo and Giuliani. We both had got what we needed from each other, and we now had the motivation to do what we could to get out of there.

  I quickly pulled my panties up and Luca looked over to me.

  “Do you need a tissue?”

  “No.” I shook my head. I could still feel his cum and my juices in between my legs, and a part of me was nervous, nervous because he hadn’t worn a condom, nervous because I wasn’t on the pill, nervous because so many things were now running through my mind and I had no idea what was going to happen between the two of us next, but now wasn’t the time to ask him.

  He reached down and took my hand and squeezed it and gave me a warm smile. I smiled back at him, hoping that that meant we were okay, that we could move forward in some way, in a good way. I prayed that’s what it meant.

  “So, Luca. Was her pussy tight enough for you?” Enzo said crudely as he walked across the room to us. “Are you now going to give me the information that I want so you can go home and fuck her some more?”

  “Nah, I don’t think I want her again.” Luca let go of my hand and walked across to the side of the room. My heart started beating as he walked away from me, and I wondered if he was acting now or telling the truth.

  “And guess what Enzo,” Luca said with a smirk. “You know what? I can tell you Fabiano’s whereabouts, but I have to let you know one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You thought Fabiano was working for you, right?”

  Enzo grimaced. “Yeah. So what?”

  “Did you know that he was also working for Sergio Moretti?”

  Enzo froze, and I could tell that he was scared. “Sergio Moretti? Nah, there’s just no way. There’s no way possible.”

  “You think there’s no way possible, but you don’t know what I know.” Luca smiled wickedly. “Do you think I’m a dumbass, Enzo? Do you think I don’t dot my i’s and cross my t’s? Do you think I just would’ve come here by myself without having something in my back pocket? An insurance policy, so to speak.”

  Enzo looked at the ground and then looked at Giuliani. “Is this true? Was Fabiano with Moretti? Was he one of Moretti’s boys?”

  Giuliani shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, boss. I thought he worked for you. I thought you checked him out.”

  Enzo looked over at me and frowned. “You don’t know nothing, do you, bitch?”

  “No, I don’t.” I looked over at Luca, who wasn’t looking at me, and all of a sudden, I felt cold. Maybe we didn’t have a connection. Maybe we weren’t about to start something fresh. Maybe that fuck hadn’t been about a new beginning, but maybe it was a hate fuck. Maybe he hated me. Maybe he had just been using me and I’d let him. I’d let him come inside of me, and I’d come, too.

  I didn’t even recognize who I was anymore. I didn’t even know how I’d be able to tell Emily and Charlotte half of what had gone on. They wouldn’t believe that I, innocent Anabel, sweet Anabel, Anabel from college that never dated, Anabel that was always just studying, could be the person that was in this room right now.

  I took a deep breath and I walked toward Enzo. “I want to leave now. I don’t think you need me. I have nothing to do with this, and it’s obvious that Luca does not give two shits about me, so I think you know that there’s no point in keeping me here.”

  Enzo looked me up and down and then looked over at Luca, whose face was still cold and emotionless.

  “I got to think,” Enzo said. “I just got to think. No one’s going anywhere until I think.”

  “Enzo, it’s over.” Luca shrugged. “If I give you Fabiano’s body. I’m going to tell Moretti about it. Moretti catches you with Fabiano’s body, you’re dead meat. You know that. No one touches Moretti’s guys and gets away with it.”

  “But you’re the one that killed him.”

  “Am I?” Luca laughed. “If you have a burial, a funeral, for Fabiano after all these years, you think he’s going to be looking at me. You just miraculously find his body, you think Moretti’s not going to think that it’s you that offed him?”

  “But we all know it was you.”

  “Who knows it was me? You know it was me, Enzo, because you planted Fabiano in my house. You planted him with my guys, but no one else knew you did that. Everyone knew Fabiano was one of your boys. Everyone. Right? And Fabiano turned rogue, and then you offed him. That’s why your daughter doesn’t talk to you anymore. You planted a rat, but you’re the one that stinks, Enzo.”

  “My daughter doesn’t talk to me anymore because you killed him and she thinks...” Enzo stopped. “Fuck. She thinks it was me that killed him. Moretti’s going to think it’s me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He looked over at Giuliani. “How the hell did you not know that Fabiano was one of Moretti’s boys?”

  “How was I supposed to know, Enzo? You’re the one that checked him out.”

  “Out,” Enzo shouted at Giuliani. “Leave now, before I kill you myself.” It was then that Enzo’s phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket, stared at the screen and hal
f-smiled. I watched as Luca stared at the screen as well and I could see a nerve twitching in his forehead. He looked like he was about to explode and I froze inside.

  Giuliani looked worried and hurried out of the room. I stared at Enzo and Luca, who were now eyeing each other. Luca’s hand was on his gun. I was surprised that Enzo had let him pick it up again, but then again, Enzo didn’t seem like he was the smartest one in the world. I could tell that they were at a standoff, and I knew Enzo knew that I couldn’t help him with any information. My quick-witted plan of action had helped for all of five minutes.

  “So, can I go?” I prodded. I needed to change the energy in the room.

  “No, you’re not going anywhere,” Enzo said. “I need to figure this out.”

  Luca laughed slightly. “I think you’re screwed. You get Fabiano’s body and you have the funeral and you get your daughter back, and the next day, Moretti’s guys kill you. Or you don’t get Fabiano’s body back and your daughter doesn’t talk to you anymore, but at least Moretti’s guys don’t come for you.”

  “Or I could tell Moretti that you’re the one that offed him.”

  “You could.” Luca nodded. “You could do that. But why would I off Fabiano?”

  “Because he tried to get with your bitch?”

  “What bitch?”

  “This one right here.”

  Luca laughed. “Everyone knows I'm not that sort of guy. I'm not going to off someone for a bitch

  Luca looked at me and shrugged. True, you’re a pretty bitch and you fuck pretty good, but you’re not worth killing anyone over. Sorry, love.”

  His words dripped like acid into my soul, and I shivered. I looked into his eyes to see if he was acting and if I’d find a warmth there that wasn’t in his voice, but they were cold, as well. I looked away from him, and even though I felt like I was going to cry, I didn’t. I had to be strong. I wasn’t going to let him bring me down. Not again. I was over this bullshit.

  “I’m leaving and I don’t care what either of you has to say.”

  I walked toward the door and I was nearly out of it when I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around and was shocked to see that it was Luca stopping me.

  “Wait,” he said.

  “I want to go, Luca. I need to go home.”

  “You’re not going anywhere, Anabel.”

  He turned back to Enzo and he said two words. “It’s over.”

  He then looked back at me and he said, “Come on. You’re coming with me.”

  “I don’t want to go with you, Luca. I—”

  “You’re coming with me, Anabel. We have some unfinished business.”

  Chapter 19

  Luca

  I could see in Anabel’s face that she was slipping away, that she didn’t trust me, that she believed what I was saying, that she felt that the coldness on my face and in my eyes was real, but I had to play this part. I knew that if Enzo knew that I was lying and that I had feelings for her, he would crush her just to hurt me. I wasn’t sure how I’d figured out to say that Sergio Moretti was involved, but it had come to me. If there was one person every mob boss in New York City feared it was Sergio Moretti. Sergio Moretti could have you instantly wiped off the face of the planet. You, your family, your family’s family, your friends, your friend’s friends, your friend’s family, everyone. He could have your entire block demolished, gone. No one messed with Sergio Moretti. I knew that, Enzo knew that. What Enzo didn’t know was that Fabiano had nothing to do with Sergio. It came to my mind, as I’ve been thinking about a way to save me and Anabel, and I just went with it.

  I had a feeling Enzo would believe me because he was the sort of guy that didn’t always put two and two together right away. He would put two and two together and come up with six or eight. You could even tell him it added up to a hundred and he’d believe you in the beginning. But once he thought about it, he’d realized he’d been conned. I knew that he would figure out sooner or later that Fabiano was not one of Moretti’s guys. And once he did, he was going to crush me, and he was going to crush Anabel. I knew if he knew that Anabel was more than a fuck to me he’d crush her right in front of me, because that’s the sort of man that he was.

  “So. Enzo, I’m taking Anabel now. And if I were you, I’d keep your mouth shut about Fabiano, Because if Moretti hears you talking about Fabiano, he’s going to want to find out why. And you know that saying, loose lips, sink ships...”

  “What about it?” Enzo said, looking nervous.

  “You wouldn’t like to think that Moretti thinks that you got some information on Fabiano before you killed him, would you?”

  “I didn’t get no information from Fabiano about Moretti.” Enzo sounded pissed. “Fabiano didn’t even tell me he worked for Moretti. He fucking infiltrated my house, my family. I didn’t know anything.”

  “And you expect me to feel sorry for you?” I scoffed. “You had him infiltrate my family too.”

  “Well, yeah. That’s what we do.”

  “That’s what we do, yeah. But you tell Moretti that.”

  I could see that Enzo was thinking hard. He was looking nervous and I wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing next. I kept my grip on Anabel’s arm and I pulled her toward me.

  “Bitch, we’re leaving.”

  “I don’t want to go with you.” She shook her head and I wanted to curse her out. Did she really believe that I was going to hurt her? Didn’t she have any trust in me after everything we’d been through? After we just fucked? Her pussy had just squeezed my cock so tight that I thought she was trying to get every last drop out of me. It felt amazing being inside of her, it felt amazing making her come again. She felt like no one I’d ever been with before. And I had been with plenty of women. I had fucked so many women I didn’t know how many more there were left to fuck in New York City.

  I’d tried to get her out of my mind in so many different ways. There had been so many different nights, and nothing had worked. And now here she was with me. I’d just been inside of her. My cum was inside of her still; my sperm flowing toward her eggs. Who knew, maybe I even knocked her up. A slight thought popped into my mind. What if we had a baby? A little Anabel and a little Luca. Fuck, they’d be screwed with parents like us. Maybe not with her. Anabel had her shit together, she’d be a good mom. Me though, I’d be a fucking awful dad. No one would want me as their dad. I wouldn’t even want me as a dad.

  I looked at Anabel and my heart softened. If I were to have kids I’d want her as the mom though. She’d be a great mom: a loving mom, a sweet mom, a caring mom, and a disciplinarian. She wouldn’t let them get away with shit. You can’t let kids get away with shit because once they get away with shit, they become shits, and they do the sort of things that I did, and I wasn’t proud of myself. This wasn’t the life I wanted and it certainly wasn’t the life I wanted for my kids. Yeah. If I’d just knocked up Anabel, I’d let her go. I’d let her run far away from me so she could take care of our kid and she could raise him or her right. I was a lost cause and I was going nowhere but to hell and back.

  “Let’s go.” I grabbed her, and I pulled her out of the room before Enzo could react. I knew we had about ten minutes before his brain caught up with the emotions and fear that was running around in his heart.

  “Let’s go, Anabel.” I pulled her after me even though she didn’t want to come. She shook her head and pulled away from me.

  “Let’s fucking go, Anabel,” I said again. This time my voice was hard and unrelenting. I squeezed tighter into her arm and she whimpered and tried to pull away again.

  “You’re hurting me, Luca.”

  “I’ll hurt you even more, bitch. Come on,” I said loudly, loud enough so Enzo could hear. Loud enough so he’d think that I was going to really treat Anabel like shit.

  “Don’t make me slap you, bitch. Come on. I need to fuck you again. I want to fuck you up the ass. Hear me? I’m going to fuck you up the ass so hard,” I shouted at her. She blanched, she looked like she
was going to faint, and I prayed to God that she would forgive me for these horrible words that I was saying to her. But I had to make Enzo believe that I hated her. I had to make Enzo believe that all I wanted to do was fuck her and leave her. And even if that had been true yesterday, even if that had been true the week before, it wasn’t true now. I loved her. I still loved her. I still wanted the best for her. I didn’t want to hurt her. I just needed her to be okay, and I prayed to God that one day she would see that, she would see that I was a good guy. And even if she didn’t see that, she’d know in her heart, she would believe, she’d believe me when I told her.

  I’d always loved her from the very first time I saw her, I’d known she was mine. She was mine for all eternity. We were made for each other. If she believed in a god up above, he made her for me and he made me for her, and there was no one else that could come between us. No one else that could work for us because we were it for each other. If she believed in true love she would have to know that I was the other side of her heart. I was her heart and she was mine. We could not exist without each other. And I hated that. I hated that because it made me feel weak and it made me feel like a human being, and as a mafia boss, I couldn’t be a human being. I had to be better than a human being, I had to be a god. Strike me down now God, strike me down for I’ve blasphemed. I have blasphemed and I know it, and I know I’m going to hell, but please God. Just let her know I love her and let her love me back.

  “Please, Anabel. Come with me.” I think it must’ve been something in my tone because her expression changed and she nodded. She nodded and she hurried behind me. “We have to go now,” I said softly. “You have to come with me. You cannot resist. If you resist, we will not get out of here alive, do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Luca,” she whispered. “I hear you.” And I don’t know what it was that had changed, maybe God whispered into her ear and told her he’s okay, but she came. She grabbed my hand and she squeezed it softly and she came with me and we left that house. We ran to my car and I started the engine and I sped off down the road. I sped off as fast as possible and I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop until we were ten minutes away, and then I pulled over to the side and parked quickly and turned off the lights.