Dirty Villains

by Cheri Marie

  The tension in this room is stifling and suffocating, twisting around each of us like overgrown ivy….poison ivy. We silently eat waiting for the excitement of big news or complete dread. We only talk when spoken to and I stare at my plate not wanting to move or make eye contact with anyone. I want this to be over.

  Finally my father breaks the unbearable silence with his deep voice. “This is bullshit.” I feel the corners of my mouth tug up to smirk. “Tony called you here for me to tell you that I’m stepping down as head of the organization,” he pauses for a moment drawing in a deep breath. It’s like he’s trying to find the strength to say his next words. “And he’ll be stepping in for me.”

  My heart seizes in my chest, anger swirling in my gut. “What?” I demand slamming my fists against the table. I try to stand up but I’m too weak to do it on my own

  “Arabella, please.” I close my mouth at my father’s tone, choking on the words stuck in my throat. “Now, there is more. Arabella will be marrying Tony’s son Matty so the families will join together.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but my father pounds the table, and everyone jumps. “This is not up for debate or discussion. Also, Mario will be signing over all of the businesses to Tony. Dominic will still be the family attorney but as far as taking over for his father; he will not. This is final, and no one will challenge this.”

  “Now this sounds like an appropriate time for a toast.” Tony holds up his drink laughing. “Salud.”

  Everyone holds up their glasses, toasting apprehensively and I stand to leave this dinner party, feeling sick and used. I’m a pawn, sold to the highest bidder and I don’t get a say in my future.

  “Arabella?” Matty says. My name rolls off his tongue, the sound making me queasy. My first impulse is to claw his eyes out and drop them in his father’s glass.

  “I need a minute,” I say making my way to the bedroom where I got dressed. Before I get too far, a loud pop echoes through the room and a faint ringing starts in my ears. I know that sound, only question is, who did that gunshot hit? When I turn, my eyes zone in on my father as he falls back into his, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.

  “No!” I scream running to him as if I could shield him from the gaping bullet hole right between his eyes. “Daddy,” I sob. “Daddy, please,” I whisper throwing myself over his lifeless body. I cry as I hug him to me telling him how much I love him. “I’ll make whoever did this pay, daddy, I promise, even if it’s the last thing I do before I die.”

  Dominic’s voice is in my ear instantly. “Baby, you need to get up.” His tone is soothing, but offers no comfort.

  “No, let me go!” I struggle against his grasp. “I need to be with daddy.”

  “Sweetheart, he’s gone.” His words are deafening and heart wrenchingly painful. How am I supposed to live without my father? “Come on, Arabella.”

  “No, Dominic,” I cry burying my head into his chest.

  “I know but we need to figure out how we can get out of here.” He whispers into my ear before we’re pushed onto the ground.

  “I’ll be taking care of my fiancé.” Matty grabs me out of Dominic’s arms and I’m filled with rage. I want to thrash and gauge Matty’s eyes out. “It’s okay. Let me get you out of here.”

  I stop in my tracks, narrowing my eyes at Matty. “If someone goes after Dominic or Mario in an attempt to kill them, I won’t marry you. I will go to the police with everything I have on everyone in this room. One of you bastards took my father from me and I will find you and kill you.” I spat on the floor in front of Tony.

  Matty closes the door to the bedroom and before I can stop myself I spin around facing the man I’ve been promised too. My fingers itch to hurt him and in an instant my hand connects with his cheek and I slap his face hard, the sound reverberating through the room.

  His nostrils flair in immediate rage, but surprisingly, I’m not afraid. “What the hell was that for?”

  “You had your henchmen hurt me, they used me for their personal punching bag, you forced my father into giving up everything including my freedom, and then you killed him!”

  “Let's get some things straight, princess. You’ll never hit me again. I didn’t shoot your father and I’m not telling you who did because you’re not going to act like a spoiled brat. You don’t give orders, you obey them. We’ll be married after your father’s funeral,” Matty states.

  “I’d rather be dead.”

  “Keep it up and that can be arranged.” Matty walks to the door yanking it open. “I have to go finish entertaining guests, excuse me.” He leaves the room, pulling the door shut behind him, locking it quickly.

  I slide down the door wishing for a hole in the floor would swallow me up so I could escape this prison. I might as well be in hell.

  My dad is gone...

  My love is gone...

  My freedom is gone…

  I bury my face in my hands and cry until I have nothing left, my fight leaves my body leaving me a hallowed out shell of the woman I used to be.

  One year later

  The floor creaks above me and I place my finger on the lips of the man whimpering in front of me. “Tsk. Tsk,” I whisper. “Quiet or your pretty wife gets one of these pretty little silver bullets in her skull.” I place the barrel of the gun against his temple, his eyes bulging and twitching frantically. “Now, are you ready to tell me what I want to know?” The short stocky man tries to wrestle out of the chains and I hit him in the side of his head with the butt of my gun. He stumbles a little but quickly regains his balance.

  “Bella?” I feel a hand on my shoulder squeezing gently. Dominic always knows how to calm me but to also let the person I’m torturing relax a bit. In this case it’s a nameless man, someone who won’t matter when I’m done.

  “I need answers,” I snap. “Tell me what I want to know, now!” I whisper harshly in his face spitting all over him.

  “I don't know who shot your dad, no one saw anything. Why don’t you torture Tony or Matty, that deadbeat husband of yours?” I shiver at the word ‘husband’ and for a second I want to vomit. Dominic and I were secretly married the day of my father’s funeral, but Matty made good on his promise that we would be married after my father was buried, but it’s not legal. He invited everyone involved in the businesses to make a spectacle of things, turning it into some elaborate celebration of two people who love each other, but I wanted to kill him. I wanted to come out the world that Dominic and I were married but he convinced me that we needed to keep up appearances, so we could find the answers we’d been seeking for over a year. I hated every moment of the time I spent with Matty until I was able to trick him and his dad. It was a satisfying day when Dominic chained them both up in the basement of the cabin.

  “If I find out you're lying to me, I will unleash a hell on you that your great, great grandchildren will feel.” I bring my knee to his face watching blood spray everywhere and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I need to get cleaned up,” I say wiping my hands on my black dress slacks.

  “How long are you going to keep doing this?” Dom grabs my arm to stop me from walking away from him.

  “Nic, someone killed my father and I'm going to find him,” I scold him.

  “We will find him, but we need to be smart baby.” He pushes a strand of my black frizzy unruly hair behind my ear. “Let's get you cleaned up and we can regroup.”

  I nod afraid to show any emotions in front of the men standing outside of the room. “Breathe. Remember show no emotion at all.” I remind myself. I turn to stare at Dominic, my eyes moving from his eyes to his lips, lips I want to devour with my own. I kiss him as he pulls me in flush against his body. He runs his hand up my right side touching my skin with his fingertips. Heat rushes through me and pools in the pit of my stomach, my arousal flaring like a stoked fire.

  “Here? Now?” he asks.

  I have an intense need to mate. “No better time than right now.”

  Nic always gets turn
ed on when I bring out the Ricci side of me. He comes to stand behind me wrapping his fingers around my throat and squeezing just a little. “Tell me baby how do you want it right now?” I shiver as he asks me. One of my major turn-ons with Nic is him giving me what I want when I need it.

  “I want you so far inside me that tomorrow every time I walk, my body trembles from the assault of your cock.”

  “God, Bella.” I remove his belt as he kisses me. He wraps a hand around my throat adding slight pressure to my airway. I undo his zipper and grin into his lips as his semi hard cock peak out of his zipper. As he releases my throat, he removes my pants tossing them aside. He sets me on the torture table among the guns and knives I use on my victims to draw out their fear and steps between my spread legs. “Now tell me what you want again.”

  “Your cock, Dominic.”

  A salacious, dangerous grin spreads across his lips. “Say please.”

  His commanding voice is enough to push me over the edge and as long as it’s Dominic fucking me into oblivion, I don’t mind begging. “Please.”

  Chapter Two

  Dominic Ferrari

  My wife is still going down this dangerous path and it pains me to see it. When Tony and Matty went “missing” shortly after Bella’s fake wedding to Matty, I took over everything, stepping up in place of my father because his cancer was just too bad and he was just too sick.

  Bella has spent the last year searching for the person or persons who killed her father. I honestly wished I knew who did it so I can get my wife back. This obsession isn’t healthy for her and now we’re here interrogating one of Tony’s business partners. It’s the same thing, no one knows anything, and Tony is not talking.

  “Hey piercing eyes, are you going to fuck me?” Bella smirks and not wanting to answer her with words, I slam into her so hard the table slams against the wall.

  “Fuck.” She hisses grabbing the edges of the table.

  I move in and out of her at a quick rhythm, watching her face go from hell fire to lust and passion. I grip her hips to hold her in place, I want control of this even if the table rash would make her think of me each time she sat down. I know that she’s turned on and ready for her orgasm because her pussy walls tighten around my cock. She screams in pleasure as she thrashes and bucks off the table. Her back arches and she throws her hands into her hair pulling at the roots. She groans like a lioness as her orgasm rips through her in powerful waves. I manage to get two slow pumps into her while she’s coming before releasing my seed inside of her. I grunt out her name sinking my fingers into her hips as I hold her still against the table.

  “Tonight, we’re doing this in a bed, all night without an audience.” Bella looks over my shoulder and nods. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. Now let's get out of here.” I put my cock back into my pants before moving to get the discarded pants for Bella. As she gets dressed, I grab a knife from the table and walk over to the captured man.

  “Now, I know who you are and what you do for Tony. You’re his money man. You pay the people, so you know what we want.” I put the tip of the knife on his cheek adding a little bit of pressure. “So, give me a name and your family lives,” I tell him as I twist the knife against his flesh. He squirms and winces, squeezing his eyes shut, blood leaking from the wound and sliding down his cheek.

  “Matty hired him. Tony didn’t know. I don’t know who it was. I just gave him the cash.”

  “Now was that so hard?” I nod satisfied with his answer. I glance over my shoulder at Bella nodding my approval, but Bella takes aim and a bullet clears his skull.

  My ears ring from the blast of the gun.

  “I know you think I’m crazy for doing all of this.”

  “Baby, you want answers and I do too, but I miss my wife. I want to be able to celebrate our one-year anniversary like a normal couple not traveling all over the United States killing families.” I grab her hand and bring it to my lips.

  “I’m sorry, love. Let’s go home for a little bit and take a break from things. Spend time with your dad as well, then we go back to torturing Matty.”

  I smile at her. “Sounds like a plan.”

  It’s callous but it’s the price you pay.

  My dad and I moved into Bella’s apartment. It was weird at first, but we’ve adjusted to things nicely. She needed to be close to her dad. My dad tries to be understanding with her, but he can’t do it anymore. He knows it is unhealthy and he worries about her.

  I tell my driver that we’re headed home. We ride back to the city in silence just holding hands, staring out the windows. “The woods still give me the creeps.” I laugh as I tell her.

  “Why?”

  “Dad made me go camping and it didn’t end well. Between the ghost stories, the counselors trying to freak us out, and this horrible kid Mikey who would snore like a bear at the age of ten. I wasn’t even in the tent with him, so it freaked me out.” Bella laughs, and I join her.

  “My big strong husband is afraid of a bunch of trees.”

  “You’re lucky that you’re so damn sexy.” I kiss her neck leaving a trail up to earlobe, taking the flesh between my teeth. “I want you riding my cock with your breasts in my face while I suck on those perfect nipples. After you come on my cock, I want you on all fours as I pound you from behind smacking that nice round ass.”

  “Why wait until we get home?” Bella challenges me.

  “Oh, we don’t have to but I’m going to say this once, suck my fucking cock like your life depends on it.” I use a deep voice, so she knows that I mean business. Bella licks her lips as I remove my cock pumping it waiting for her to take me in her mouth. She takes my cock in her hands with authority squeezing me tight before swirling her tongue around my head. She takes me deep into her mouth. I groan as she scrapes her teeth along my shaft from root to tip. I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now.

  I twist my fingers in her black curly hair fisting it to gain control of my wild bride. I hold her still stretching her mouth as she moans the sound vibrating against my cock. I feel her saliva slide down my dick as she twirls her tongue around it like it’s a lollipop. As I release her hair she moves up and down my cock with her tongue and hands in perfect sync.

  Bella stops at the head of my cock and locks onto it running her tongue all over it making sure to get it wet before she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. She squeezes my balls and without warning, I shoot my load down her throat. She takes it all, sucking me dry as I continue to fuck her mouth unable to get enough of this feeling. It’s so good, my feet seems to go numb. I lean my head back, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my wife taking every last drop of me.

  “You’re delicious,” she whispers kissing the head of my cock.

  When I open my eyes, her eyes are alight with female satisfaction and sexual promise. She stares at me as she runs her tongue over the corners of her mouth making sure she hasn’t missed a drop.

  “You’re fucking mouth.” I notice the playful twinkle in her eyes has gone and the mood quickly shifts. “What’s the matter?”

  “Something that asshole said to us. He said to ask Matty. I mean we just did kill the financial guy to Tony’s enterprise, so he’d know everything.”

  I stare out the window, but don’t reply.

  “You know something,” she says squeezing my thigh before pulling her gun out and pressing it into my temple.

  “Really?” My eyebrows pull together. “Shoot me.” I tell her flatly. “I don’t know anything but it’s something that you said.” I move the gun away from my temple to inform the driver that’s there been a change of plans, “Take us to the storage unit.”

  She puts the gun back into her holster on her left side and I swiftly move to pin her to her seat, my left hand holding her gun in place as my right hand wraps around her neck, “You do that again, you being my wife will not save you from a bullet.” Her brown eyes flicker from scared to turned-on.

  “Don�
��t keep secrets. What is this storage unit?” she whispers as I loosen the grip on her neck.

  “How am I keeping secrets?” I roll my eyes. “Never mind. The storage unit is where I keep all my paperwork. As the family lawyer, I’m privy to a lot of things that you don’t know or will never know.”

  Bella opens her mouth and starts to go for her gun again. “If you’re going to pull that gun out and try to scare me, then make sure you pull the goddamn trigger, but remember, if I’d dead, you won’t get a damn thing.”

  Bella huffs out a breath.

  I continue and if she wants to keep acting a spoiled brat, I can treat her like one and spank her ass the way she likes. “As a lawyer, they expect privacy. I can be disbarred and then quite possibly be questioned by the Feds; do you want to go to jail? I certainly don’t want to. I’m too handsome for jail.” I smile at her and she scoffs. “Baby, I’m trying here but you need to take a breather. It’s been a year nonstop of beatings and murders. Have you even started to pack up your dad’s stuff?”

  “No, and I’m not going to, so stop asking me.” We come to a stop at a storage unit and I exit out. I grab Bella’s hand leading her inside. She takes a look around making sure that we weren’t followed and when she’s satisfied there was no tail, she gives me her attention.

  Forever questioning my masculine abilities and it’s rather insulting, but I don’t say that out loud. “Don’t worry, I own the whole storage unit. I have state of the art security.” I mumble to myself as I look at the numbers. I come to the one I want. I enter the code. “Now, you stay out here.”

  “What? You aren’t going to let me inside?” She stomps her foot like a petulant child.

  Shit this woman pisses me off just as much as I love her. It’s a goddamn battle every day, but I’m sick and love it. “Bella, please don’t argue with me. I love you, but this is still my business.”