by Jagger Cole
“No,” he shakes his head.
I start to look away, but he stops me. He touches my chin and gently turns me back.
“I think it might mean I love you, actually.”
My heart swells so big, I feel like it might explode. I sink against his chest. His arms circle me, and I moan. Our lips press together, and I gasp into his kiss.
16
Vincent
Our clothes shed quickly. But after that, I take my time.
I slip her panties down her legs and spread them wide. I move between them for my new favorite thing in the world: making her come on my tongue. I tease her slowly. I make her gasp and beg for more. Bellamy’s sweet, pretty pussy is like candy on my tongue. And I’ll never have my fill of it.
I suck her clit gently and tease it with my tongue. I spread her lips and dance my fingers over her slit. I grip her thighs tight and devour her hot little cunt until she’s waking the neighbors. I slide up her body, already rock-hard and ready. I raise her legs and drape her ankles over my shoulders. I turn to kiss one calf. I press my hard cock against her wet slit, and Bellamy moans.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck, Vincent, please.”
But I love teasing her. I drag my head up and down her lips. I push it over her clit, back and forth. I nibble the backs of her knees while she squirms and begs. But finally, I give in. I break, and I sink my fat dick into her pussy.
Bellamy gasps in pleasure. She pulls her legs back to her chest, letting me go deeper. I grind against her and slide out. Then I drive back in, burying my dick in her sticky wet warmth. I lean down and kiss her while I slowly fuck her. Her moans fill my mouth and surround me.
“You feel so freaking good,” she whimpers. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open. I push into her, and I suddenly grab her and roll. She gasps, but then finds herself on top of me. My cock is still buried in her cunt, and she moans. She squeezes me tightly. Our eyes hold each other’s, and our fingers entwine.
Slowly, Bellamy starts to ride me. She raises her tight little ass up and then sinks back down. She takes all of me, with every single thrust. My balls ache for release. My hands move to grab her tight. I lean up to thrust into her harder, and deeper. She clings to me, and she moans when I suck a nipple into my lips.
Bellamy’s fingers slide into my hair. She grips me tightly and rides me hard. Her body clenches tight, and she gasps. “Vincent! Oh God, Vincent!”
I’m right behind her, though. She spasms and starts to come on me. I groan and slide my tongue around her nipple. My fingers dig into her skin. My balls twitch, and I groan and follow her into orgasm. My hot cum pours into her, spilling deep in her pussy. She clings to me, clenching and unclenching around my cock like a velvet vice. She sinks into my lap. Our mouths come together, and I get lost in her lips.
Then, we hear cars screeching to a stop outside the room. I freeze, and so does she. Multiple car doors open and shut. It’s muffled, like someone’s being purposely quiet. But it’s not silent. Men’s gruff, hushed voices follow.
I’ve lived through a whole lot of shit listening to my instincts. And this screams at me.
“We gotta move!” I hiss. She gasps, and we both jump from the bed. I grab my gun and our clothes and usher her into the bathroom. We both dress quickly and wordlessly. I check my gun and then open the bathroom window. There’s a bar across it, but I grunt and rip it free.
“This door!” A voice suddenly yells from right outside the room.
“Go!” I hiss to Bellamy. “Now!” I lift her and help her squeeze through the small window. I lift myself up and manage to squeeze out too. Just as I do, I hear our motel door crash in, and men yelling.
I grab Bellamy’s hand and pull her through the shadows. We duck down and run around the side of the building. We get into the truck, and I open the glove box.
“Bingo,” I growl. I grab the hunting knife and look at her. “Wait right here.” I run off through the shadows. I duck low and start stabbing tires of the black cars parked outside our motel room. Then I run back and start the engine. Men come running out of the room, but we drive away quickly. The tires squeal as we skid out of the parking lot, and race down the road.
My heart is racing. I’m terrified that all of this is breaking her. I worry that this ordeal is going to break the gorgeous, strong, vivacious girl I love. But when I turn to her, she looks back. She doesn’t look scared; she’s grinning and looks excited. Her hand snakes across the big truck seat to entwine with my fingers.
“You okay?”
“Holy shit, that was crazy!” She grins wildly.
I chuckle. It might be adrenaline. But she’s not freaking out or losing it. She’s so damn strong, even with how delicate and vulnerable she is. I love that about her.
“Now where?”
I hate staying it, but it’s the truth. “Now,” I turn to her. “I think we need to think about leaving.”
“Leaving?”
“The country.”
She blinks in shock. “Really?”
I nod. But she still doesn’t break down. She doesn’t lose it.
“Okay,” she says simply. “Then let’s leave.”
“We’ll head to my place. I’ve got a passport and I can get you one within a day.”
She stares at me while I drive. “Seriously?”
“Don’t ask.”
She grins. “So we’re on the lamb?”
“You and me? Seems like we might be.”
“How exiting!” She giggles. “Where are we going?”
“Anywhere,” I whisper. I pull her across the big bench seat in the pickup. I slide my arm around her. I grin when she leans her head on my shoulder, and we drive into the night.
“Anywhere, Bellamy. Anywhere with you is home.”
17
Bellamy
Back in the city, we pull up a block from Vincent’s apartment.
“I think you should—”
“I’m coming with you.”
He grins at me and squeezes my hand. I lean in and kiss him, slowly. I cup his jaw, and my pulse surges. I pull away, and we just stare at each other for a long minute.
“Fuck,” he grins.
“Weird?”
“Not in the slightest,” he groans. He pulls me back, and I feel like I’m floating when we kiss again. I felt it earlier too, in bed with him. But it’s the same thing now: it’s like this is all new and all old hat, all at the same time.
“I think you should stay here, though.”
I frown. “Nope. We’re in this together.”
“I’m not going to get anywhere arguing with you, am I?”
I giggle. “Guess you know me too well.”
Vincent smiles. “Fine, but I want you to have this.” He reaches under the seat and pulls out a second gun—a small snub-nosed thing. I stare at it. “I’ve never fired one before.”
“Good,” he says quietly. “But here’s your crash course. Point this end at the bad guys. Hold it tight. Pull the trigger.”
I swallow, and he looks into my eyes. “I just want you to have something to protect yourself with. Just in case.”
“I do,” I mumble. “I have you.”
He grins and hugs me close. But I feel him push the gun into the waist of my shorts.
“C’mon.”
We walk to his building holding hands. We take the elevator to the third and top floor. He unlocks the door to his place, and we step into the dark. I grin and pull him close.
“I’ve always wanted to come here, you know?”
“Oh really,” he chuckles. “Now why is that?”
“Because I had dreams about coming here with you.”
He growls. “Bad girl…”
“Yes, bad girl, Bellamy.”
I scream. Vincent snarls and hits the lights as we whirl.
“Nico!?” He hisses.
Nico looks awful. He’s bleeding from the stomach, and he’s got one hand holding soaked bandage to it. The other holds a gun aimed at u
s. His eyes are darting everywhere. His skin is sallow and grey.
“Tut tut,” he growls. “Couldn’t keep your hands off the boss’s girl, could you, Vincent.” He coughs into the back of his gun hand. It comes away red and wet. “I always thought it was fucked up, you playing nanny like that.”
Vincent slowly moves in front of me, shielding me with his body. “You really want to play games, Nico? You’ll be dead in twenty minutes by the look of it.”
“I’m fine,” Nico rasps.
Vincent smiles darkly. “Stomach wounds hurt, don’t they?”
“Fuck you. Always the fucking favorite,” Nico hisses. “Always the little lapdog doing tricks for Micheal.” He nods at Vincent’s hip. “Lose the gun, fuck face.”
Vincent pauses. But then he pulls the gun out and tosses it onto the sofa. “Let’s get to the point,” he snarls. He reaches behind to me and takes my hand tightly. “What do you want, Nico?”
“I’m amazed it took you this long, Vincent.” Nico grins at me. “If it was me babysitting that ass, sweetheart, I’d have had you on my cock years ago—”
Vincent snarls and moves towards Nico. But my father’s right-hand man sneers and raises his gun. “I’m going to enjoy killing you, you little fuck,” Nico spits. “Then,” he smiles at me again. “Then it’s your turn.”
The door suddenly slams open behind us. Vincent and I both whirl, and I gasp.
“Dad?!” I choke. My face pales. The same dad who just sent men to kill us. The same dad who’s second in command had his hands around my neck.
My father snarls lividly. He barges into the room and glares at Vincent. He raises a hand holding a gun. “That’s it!” he roars. “No more fucking games!” He cocks the gun, and I scream. I don’t think, because I don’t have to. I throw myself in front of Vincent, shielding him from my dad.
“No!” I scream. “No, dad! No!! Don’t you dare—”
“Move, Bellamy!!” he roars.
“Dad!”
“Move!”
Vincent suddenly roars and grabs me. He shoves me behind him and glares at my father. “You want her?!” he snarls. “Then you better come through me.”
My dad stares at him in confusion. “What the… What the fuck are you doing!?”
“Goddamnit, Micheal,” Vincent hisses. “You’ve been like a father to me. But I swear to God…”
“Vincent!” My father roars. “Get the fuck out of the way!”
“You’re not going to hurt—”
“I’m trying to shoot him, you stupid asshole!!”
I blink in shock. Wait, what? But then I hear the cock of a gun behind us.
“Too bad, sweetheart,” Nico rasps. “You and me could have had a good time.”
I turn. Nico is aiming a gun right at me, dead center. He smiles an evil smile. “This is me taking everything, Micheal,” he growls.
A gunshot echoes through the apartment. I scream and clutch my stomach. But then I realize there’s no blood, and no pain. I look up just as Nico drops his gun and collapses to the floor. I turn, and I realize Vincent is holding the gun he’d tucked into my shorts.
“Rest in Hell, you son of a bitch,” my dad spits.
I turn to look at him, and Vincent steps in front of me again. He reaches back to take my hand, and he levels the gun at my father.
“Vincent—”
“Drop the gun. I’m counting to three, Micheal,” he growls. “Out of respect for you. But after three, you’d better have a fantastic reason why I shouldn’t kill you here and now.”
My dad frowns. He glances past Vincent at me and smiles curiously. His gaze drops to the way I’m holding Vincent’s hand, and he arches his brows. “Huh,” he grunts.
“One,” Vincent growls. “Drop the gun.”
My dad starts to laugh. Then he starts to laugh even harder. He puts the safety on his gun and tosses it on the sofa.
“Two.”
“Put the gun down, Vincent,” my dad chuckles deeply. “Let’s talk, because you’ve got this whole thing backwards.”
18
Vincent
“I know about the locket,” I growl at him. I haven’t dropped the gun, but it’s not aimed at his damn head anymore. I’m split. On the one hand, this man has been like a second father to me. I owe everything I have to him.
But on the other hand, there’s Bellamy. This man might have given me everything. But he sought to harm the girl I love. The very idea of it has me snarling in rage.
“The locket?” Micheal frowns.
“I know how you operate,” I hiss. “You knew the Feds were coming, and you knew I’d take her someplace safe. Except you didn’t give a shit about her,” I snarl. “You just wanted me to keep whatever dirty secrets are on that thumb drive safe.”
Micheal stares at me. But slowly, he starts to chuckle again.
“I fail to see what’s humorous about any of this,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“Vincent,” Micheal chuckles. “That’s because you’re a not a humorous guy. But you’ve got this all wrong.”
“Do I now.”
“Yeah,” he growls, wiping a tear from his eye. He stops laughing and frowns at me. “Yeah, you do.” His eyes drop to my hand holding Bellamy’s. She’s standing next to me, glaring at her father too.
“Vincent, I didn’t—”
“Dad,” Bellamy croaks. I turn, and my heart almost breaks. She looks crushed, facing her father after what he pulled. I don’t blame her. And I hate him even more for giving her this hurt.
“Just stop,” she says quietly.
“Sweetheart,” he frowns, shaking his head. “Bellamy, honey…”
“Sit,” I spit.
He glares at me. “I prefer to stand.”
“Goddamnit, Micheal…”
“Vincent, I’m not what you think I am, and this isn’t what you think it is.” I glare at him and he rolls his eyes. “If I was going to make a move to kill you,” he growls. “Believe me, it would have been when I saw you holding my daughter’s fucking hand.” He frowns. “So, you fucking sit,” he snaps.
I glance at Bellamy, who looks up at me. She nods gently, and we both move to the sofa and sit down.
“Talk,” I mutter.
“Put the fucking gun down,” Micheal grunts. “You already shot the bad guy, Vincent.”
I frown. “One of them.”
He sighs. “It’s all Nico, Vincent. He tried to stage a coup. The FBI raid was all part of it. He tipped them onto some info, then used the ensuing chaos to make his move in the organization to take my spot.”
“You sent Nico to kill her!” I hiss. I grip my gun tighter.
Micheal stares at me in anger. “To kill my own fucking daughter?! What the fuck, Vincent! You’ve known me since you were a kid. That make sense to you? Does that fucking check out in your goddamn head?”
It doesn’t, at all. But people aren’t rational creatures. I’ve killed enough rotten ones to know that.
“No,” I admit.
“Yeah, no shit.” He turns to his daughter. “Bellamy, I love you more than anything in this world, honey. You really think I’d do that?!”
She looks down at her hands. “Dad, Nico did know where we were.”
“He tracked you. Either that or he just guessed right about where Vincent would take you to be safe.”
“Well how did you find us after I ditched the car?” I growl.
He sighs. “I tracked you.”
I sneer. “There it is.”
“To make sure my daughter was safe, dumbass!” he grunts.
“How?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “The locket, Vincent. You think it’s full of incriminating evidence? You think I’d put something like that around my own daughter’s neck? No, it was because I knew shit might hit the fan. And I wanted to make sure the thing that was most precious to me in this world was protected.” He glares at me. “Which is why I sent her with you.”
“Is that true?” Bellamy stand
s.
“Yes, honey,” Micheal sighs. “There’s no information. It’s a damn locket!” He shrugs. “Well, and a tracer,” he adds sheepishly. “But for your own safety, sweetheart.”
“Dad…”
She steps forward. I want to be wary, but my senses aren’t tingling. I’m too good at sniffing out bullshit, and Micheal’s clean. He’s actually telling the truth. Bellamy rushes into his arms, and he hugs his daughter tightly.
“You’re all grown up, honey,” he says gently. “I can’t keep having people shadow your life and hounding your social circles. I can’t have you live your life with a fake name.” He sighs. “But I have enemies, and the world is a mean place.”
He pulls back from her and frowns. “But apparently, I don’t have to put people on you. Because some people…” he turns and glares at me. “Don’t know how to let go.”
Bellamy smiles. But she pulls away from her dad and reaches back for me. She takes my hand and squeezes. “That applies to me too, dad.”
Micheal glares at the hand holding. But then he sighs. “I’m not the bad guy here, Vincent. The bosses in…” he trials off and glances at his daughter. Micheal has always had a weird thing about not talking directly about the nature of his business with Bellamy. Even though she clearly knows what he does.
“Dad?” she sighs. “Please tell me you have a higher opinion of my intelligence, as if I don’t know what you do?”
He chuckles. “Like I said, you’re all grown up, honey. So be it.” He swivels his gaze to me. “The bosses in Sicily are aware of Nico’s betrayal. His cohorts are being rounded up now to be dealt with.
“So, you’re still in charge.”
“Still the boss,” he grunts.
“And the FBI?”
He shrugs. “I used up a lot of chits and favors. But it’s behind us. They were acting on bullshit that Nico fed them anyways. And they didn’t find anything.” He grins. “I made sure of that when I sent it away with you.”
I frown. “So, it was the locket?”
He smiles and taps his wrist. I groan and roll my eyes.
