BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) Page 6

“Look as this fucking ass,” he said, slapping it hard. He took my hair and pulled it, leaning forward. “You like having your pussy fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “I love it.”

  He slid his fingers deeper inside of me then slapped my ass, making me moan louder. He pulled his finger back and I felt him take my hips in his hands, leaning over me.

  “Beg,” he said simply.

  “Please Wyatt,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

  “Good girl.”

  I felt his cock press against my soaking spot then push deep inside of me.

  I gasped as pleasure mixed with plain. The man had a thick, long cock, and he wasn’t holding back. He wasn’t easing me into it. He pressed himself deep inside of me, gripping my hips. I looked over my shoulder at him and he smirked at me, slowly sliding out only to push himself deeper.

  I moaned as he began to fuck me, sliding his thick cock deep into my soaking sex. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, tipping my chin up as he began to rock into me, making me take him. He held me like that, one hand on my hips and the other in my hair as he fucked me rough, pushing me up against the wall. He released my hips and pulled one of my arms behind my back, pinning me against the wall harder.

  I groaned, feeling his thick cock slam into me. He fucked me against that wall in the middle of a house that my people had destroyed, in the middle of a house that was full of death and destruction. That thought only made me wetter as he slammed into me, mercilessly fucking my tight pussy.

  “You like getting fucked here, don’t you?” he said. “I see you looking around. You filthy fucking slut. You like taking my big cock in the middle of this place.”

  “I do,” I moaned. “I can’t help it.”

  “I know you can’t.” He pushed me harder against the wall, crushing me with his weight as he kept fucking me, grinding his thick cock inside of me. “You’re a filthy fucking girl. You love taking cock.”

  “Anywhere,” I moaned.

  “Tell me how fucking dirty you are.”

  “I’m so dirty. I’m a bad girl.”

  “You’re a filthy slut. Say it.”

  “I’m a filthy slut.” I moaned as he slammed himself into me, releasing my hand to reach around my hips. He began to work my clit as he fucked me.

  “You’re a filthy slut that loves to suck cock. You want me because I can control you and destroy you.”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I love cock.”

  “You need a big thick cock deep inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?”

  “I do. I need it.”

  He worked my clit, cock pumping, thrusts deep and rough. He was twice my size and could easily break me, but there was something strangely gentle about the way he handled me. It was like he was walking the line between rough and too rough, and he was walking it perfectly.

  He suddenly stopped and pulled my hips. He took us back to the steps. He sat down and took my hips, lowering me down. He leaned back as I slid down along his length. I began to ride him, hips slamming down, ass twisting.

  “Ride that fucking cock, girl,” he said, slapping my ass. “Ride it faster. Ride it like you fucking need it.”

  I moaned, moving faster, my hands on his chest. He cupped my ass and squeezed, slamming into me, fucking me as I rode him. I loved sliding down along his thick shaft, taking him deep inside of me. He leaned forward and bit my lip, holding me down on his cock before letting me go. I slammed up and down, grinding my hips, desperate for him.

  He growled and rolled to the side. He put me down on the steps, ass in the air. I felt him grab my hips and began to slam into me from behind as I knelt on the steps. He fucked me rough, slapping my ass.

  He reached around and took my throat, pulling me back, putting slight pressure. I moaned as he held me like that, controlling me completely.

  “I want you to come on my fucking cock in this place you destroyed,” he said. “Come for me, you fucking slut. Come on my big fucking cock like you need it.”

  “Wyatt,” I moaned. He fucked me rough and savage, a brutal man fucking my tight pussy.

  I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was the way he took me, doing what he wanted with my body, making me feel incredible. I came on his cock, moaning deep and low. I gripped the wooden steps in my hands as he continued to fuck me, unstoppable and unrelenting.

  As my orgasm finished, he pulled out and spun me around. He jerked his cock off and came all over my breasts and mouth in thick, heavy spurts. He groaned loudly through his orgasm as he slowly finished.

  “Shit,” he said, collapsing onto the steps next to me. He took his tie off and handed it to me. “Here.”

  “Silk,” I said, taking it and using it to wipe his cum off. “What a gentleman.”

  He grinned at me. “I lose myself in that.”

  I smiled back. “I’m not complaining.”

  “I’d be disappointed in you if you were.”

  We stayed together like that, side by side, breathing in the near darkness. I felt dizzy and spent, a satisfied buzz ringing in my ears.

  I got what I wanted. But now I realized that all I wanted was more and more.

  11

  Wyatt

  I knew what she was doing when she showed me that house. She was trying to show me her strength, but also trying to show me that she was more than just a mobster.

  It worked, and it fucking made me hard. There was nothing more gorgeous than a powerful woman, and nothing made me harder than making a powerful woman suck my cock and beg for more.

  We eventually left that house together. My driver took us both back to my hotel, since she refused to tell me where she lived or where she was staying. That only added to the mystique, and for a second I considered having Ethan follow her home.

  But I thought better of that. I was interested in this business proposition of hers, and if that was going to work, I had to have a little faith in her.

  Instead, I slept like a fucking baby.

  The next day was a normal working day. I set up shop in the apartment and answered emails for most of the morning. Ethan disappeared around seven that morning and didn’t come back, which wasn’t unusual. Sometimes he disappeared for days at a time. He was his own man and could do what he wanted, so long as he showed up when I needed him.

  The afternoon came, and I found myself thinking about Louisa again. I couldn’t help but wonder where she was, what she was doing. I wanted to find her and take her out again, maybe show her some of the places that were important to me in the city, but I didn’t have time. Unfortunately, I really did have work to do. As it turned out, being the attorney general wasn’t just all shaking hands and smiling for the camera.

  The knock came at around three that afternoon. Tired and assuming it was Ethan finally coming back, I opened the door without a second thought.

  Arturo Barone stood there, smiling at me.

  “Wyatt,” he said.

  “Arturo. What a pleasant surprise.”

  I fucked your daughter last night, I wanted to say. That was an insane thought.

  “May I come in?”

  “Of course.”

  I stepped aside and he walked in. I noticed his goons were standing guard outside, so I shut the door but didn’t lock it. “Drink?” I asked.

  “Of course.”

  I poured two glasses of whisky and handed him one.

  “Take a seat.” I gestured at a chair.

  He sat, and I sat down across from him.

  “What can I do for you, Arturo?” I asked.

  “Wyatt. I’ve been very good to you over the years, haven’t I?”

  “You have,” I said. “And I’ve repaid that kindness.”

  “You have,” he agreed. “We’ve worked very well together over the years. I’ve been very pleased with our relationship.”

  “Good. I’m happy to hear that.”

  “But now I come to you for help.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Arturo, you know I can take care of thin
gs to an extent.”

  “This is a delicate matter.”

  I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

  “You’ve heard about the Spiders, yes?”

  I knew this was where he was going. I didn’t know how, but it was just my fucking luck that he was going to come to me about the Spiders. Just the night before, I was sleeping with his daughter, the leader of that gang.

  “I’m aware of them,” I said.

  “Then you know they’re dangerous. They’ve been cutting into my business, killing my men. They’re savages, disgusting savages. I need your help with them.”

  “What can I do?”

  “The law isn’t moving on them. They’ve been bought off.”

  “Bought off more than what you pay them?”

  He smiled slightly at that. “Apparently. They assure me that isn’t the case, but they haven’t made a single move.”

  “Why not offer more?”

  He sighed, sipping his drink. “I’ve tried that. I’ve tried threatening, bargaining, everything. I don’t come to you lightly, Wyatt.”

  “I see.” I frowned at him. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Pressure them. Get them to start going after the Spiders more aggressively.”

  “I’m not sure I can manage that.”

  “If not, then find out why they aren’t doing anything. It’s well within your rights.”

  He was right. Inquiring about a dangerous gang wasn’t unusual for someone like me. Even putting some pressure on the chief to get him to make a few moves wasn’t unheard of, and nobody would think twice about it.

  Still though, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t know if Louisa was actually buying off the cops, or how she was doing it, but I doubted she could match whatever Arturo was offering.

  I didn’t want to help Arturo in this, but I couldn’t let on that I was moving over to the other side. I had an important connection with Arturo, and I couldn’t sever that bond until the very last moment. He couldn’t see the knife until it was already in his heart.

  “I’ll try,” I said to him. “But I can’t promise anything.”

  “Whatever you can do will be appreciated.” He smiled and stood.

  “I’ll pay the chief a visit tomorrow, see what he has to say.”

  “Wonderful.” I stood and we shook hands. “Tell me what you find.”

  “Ethan will be in touch.”

  “Ah, Ethan. Where is our little friend?”

  “Who knows? He comes and goes.”

  “Probably best. A caged beast is the most dangerous.” Arturo walked to the door and I opened it for him. His flunkies stepped away from the walls, their faces grim. “I’ll see you soon, Wyatt.”

  “Goodbye, Arturo.”

  He turned and left down the hall. I shut the door behind him, thinking.

  I wouldn’t betray Louisa, but I had to do something to make Arturo think I was still on his side. As a plan slowly hatched in my mind, I got out my phone and dialed Louisa’s number.

  She didn’t answer. Her voicemail picked up. “Louisa,” I said. “I was just thinking of you. Call me back if you can.” I hung up.

  I went back to my desk and tried to concentrate on work, but something felt like it was crawling around in my mind. I kept coming back to Louisa, to the way she said my name as I fucked her. I wanted to feel that pussy again. I’d been with plenty of women in my life, and none of them left me with a lingering desire for more.

  Until Louisa. There was something so intense and strong about her. It excited me and fascinated me. I wanted to get to the truth of her.

  I wanted to get into business with her.

  12

  Louisa

  “She’s not doing well.”

  I frowned at the pale, thin girl lying on the bed. An IV was connected to her arm, and she was sleeping fitfully. Kasia shook her head, concern clear on her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “An infection in her arm. It was pretty advanced when we got her. I’m not sure if we can save her.”

  “Bastards,” I said softly.

  “We’re doing what we can.”

  We left the room and stepped into the hallway.

  “The others?” I asked.

  “We sent ten on their way. The rest want to join us.”

  “Good. Any worthwhile?”

  “Some might make good fighters. We’ll find places for the others.”

  “And have you located any new safe houses?”

  “Two possibilities. Working on a third.”

  “Thank you, Kasia. You’re doing great work.”

  “It’s the least I can do.” We walked side-by-side back toward the elevator. “You haven’t said much about the lawyer yet.”

  I gave her a look. “Wyatt isn’t just a lawyer. He’s a powerful man.”

  “Yes, I know. And powerful men are the ones that do this to these girls.”

  “Wyatt isn’t a rapist and a murderer and a slaver, Kasia.”

  “Probably not.”

  “We can’t win this fight against my father alone. You have to know that.”

  “We’re doing well.”

  “We’re getting along, but we’re not winning. We need help. We need resources.”

  She sighed. “I know all this. I still don’t like it.”

  “This is war,” I said as we got onto the elevator. The doors shut and we began to ascend. “We have to do what’s necessary to win. We’re not just fighting for ourselves.”

  “Just promise you won’t compromise what we’re all about.”

  “Never.”

  She nodded once. The elevator stopped and the doors opened.

  “I’m going out.”

  “Good luck.”

  She waved and disappeared outside.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked it, and saw that I had a missed call from Wyatt. He left a voicemail, so I opened the app and listened.

  I smiled to myself. I went back into my bedroom, got out my laptop, and located his computer. It took me five minutes to break into his system this time. His computer was taken over and I typed my first message.

  “You rang?”

  “I knew you’d do this.”

  “Can’t resist a challenge.”

  “Is that what that was? I thought I was just asking for you to call me back.”

  “What’s the fun in that?”

  “None. You’re totally right.”

  “Glad you think so.” I smiled to myself. “What did you need?”

  “I wanted to meet.”

  “Already?”

  “I want to discuss business.”

  “I didn’t know you were interested.”

  “Of course I’m interested.”

  That was good. I genuinely wasn’t sure if he wanted to team up or not, and part of me was assuming that he didn’t want anything to do with it. I was worried that he was just using me to get what he wanted from me, though I couldn’t tell exactly what that was. Maybe it was just sex, maybe it was something else.

  But now we could stop with the bullshit. We were going into business together, and I knew that was going to work.

  “Good. When and where?”

  “Tonight. Same place that I saw you last time.”

  I paused, frowning. “The house?”

  “Yes. Meet me there at ten.”

  “Fine. See you soon.”

  I disconnected the connection and made sure that nobody had tracked us. Government employees were always being watched by the NSA, but the NSA had too many eyes. It was easy to hide from them if you knew what you were doing.

  I shut down my computer and looked up at the ceiling. I could tell something was happening. I felt like I was on the edge of a breakthrough, but I couldn’t tell in which direction. Something was going to happen, and I hoped that it was because of Wyatt. Maybe the war would destroy us both, or maybe we’d do what we set out to accomplish.

  Either w
ay, things were coming and I could feel them on the horizon.

  Brooks parked the car a block away from the house. He looked at me.

  “You sure?”

  “Of course. Wait here.”

  He nodded.

  Brooks was a good solider. Once upon a time, he was a hitman for my father’s people. But when he fell in love with a woman, and she decided to join me, he came over to my side. Ever since then he’d been an incredibly useful man, and incredibly loyal.

  I stepped out of the car and walked down the block. I was a few minutes late, just as I planned. Ahead, I saw that the door to the house was left open. Ethan was sitting on the stoop as I approached.

  “He’s inside,” he said.

  I nodded and went to walk by him.

  “Be careful,” Ethan called out as I went in. “There’s lots of broken glass.”

  I glanced back at him but said nothing. He was just trying to intimidate me. I understood that. My girls did that sort of thing to people I was meeting with. They meant well, but they didn’t realize that people like Wyatt and me didn’t need the help.

  I found Wyatt sitting inside on the staircase. He smiled as I approached.

  “I like this spot,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “There’s something poetic about it.”

  “There’s nothing poetic about sex.”

  He laughed. “No, probably not. It’s dirty, sweaty, and gorgeous.” He stood up. “But that’s not what I meant.”

  I followed him as he walked into the parlor. “The war with your father was fought in this place,” he said. “There’s something interesting about the two of us meeting here.”

  “Women were saved from this house. That’s more important to me.”

  He shrugged. He was wearing his usual suit, and I had to admit that he looked incredibly handsome.

  “I need to talk to you about your father.”

  “What about him?”

  “He came to me earlier.”

  “What did he want?”

  “He wanted me to help him defeat you.”

  I stared at him for a second and felt a bubble of anger begin to inflate in my chest. “That bastard.”

  “He didn’t put it quite that way,” he went on. “But he did want me to put pressure on the police chief to begin trying to prosecute you guys.”