Rough Stuff (Dirty Bad Things Book 3)

by Madison Faye

  “Free as a bird, why?”

  “I was curious if you wanted to come out to the desert with me and dispose of a body.”

  She snorts. “Gosh, I thought you’d never ask.”

  The smile spreads over my face. “I’ll pick you up in twenty.”

  If you ignore the fact that there’s a dead guy in the trunk, and that this piece of shit car is so bad that it’s missing both side windows and most of the muffler, the ride out to Ryker’s place is damn near romantic. She’s curled up next to me on the bench seat of the old Buick with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. We’ve got the wind in our hair, the desert stars sparkling up above, and nothing but open road in front of us.

  Hell, it’s enough to make me seriously consider the idea of just driving until we hit Mexico and leave all this shit behind. Because this right here is perfect. This is all I’ve ever wanted, and really, she’s the missing piece I never had. I turn, kissing the top of her head as I crank the rattling engine and take us deeper into the night.

  “Aww, for me?”

  I grin as I hand the keys over to Ryker. We’re out in the metal scrapyard behind his garage with the old Buick with Joey inside of it sitting next to his trash compactor.

  “Merry Christmas, bud.”

  “It’s just what I wanted, man, thanks.” He chuckles, clapping me on the shoulder. “Bike’s all ready to go inside.”

  I nod deeply. “Thank you.”

  Ryker’s done me another solid besides agreeing to get rid of Joey for me. He’s finished reassembling the transmission I was fucking with before on my bike, which is what I’ll take back into Vegas with Quinn.

  “You bet.” He nods back at the garage. Quinn’s in there, running a hand over the chrome of my bike as she glances around the place.

  “That’s who I think it is, isn’t it?”

  I shoot him a warning look. “Leave it.”

  “Hey,” he holds his hands up. “You know my lips are sealed. Plus, I fucking hate that Godfather-wannabe shit head. By all means, steal his damn woman.”

  I snarl. “She’s not…” My head shakes as I look away, letting the air out slowly. “She’s not his.”

  “Evidently.”

  I smile as I let my eyes drift back to her, watching as she moves gracefully around the garage.

  “You should quit, you know.”

  My head jerks back to Ryker. I’ve never implicitly told him what I do, though he’s clearly no idiot.

  “You don’t know what I do.”

  Ryker gives me a hard look. “Yeah, I do. And I’m telling you, get out before it gets you killed.”

  I think of Ryker’s own shadowy past he never talks about, and those biker tats on his arms, and something clicks with me. This isn’t just friendly advice. This is learned advice.

  “That what you did?” I say quietly. “You got out of it all before it got you killed?”

  His look hardens. “Watch it.”

  I nod and turn away. No need to push, and it really isn’t my fucking business.

  “I got out of it all before it got me killed, but not before it got every single one of my friends killed.” His gravelly voice cut through the dark desert silence. “So, take my fucking advice, man. You got the girl. You’ve got your life. Now take em’ both and just get the hell out of this town and away from those shitbags you work for. Or I promise, you’re going to lose them both.”

  We shake firmly, nodding as if to say we understand, and I turn and head back to the garage.

  “Like it?”

  Quinn looks up quickly from my bike that she’s been admiring, like she didn’t hear me coming. “I— yeah, it’s beautiful. Is this your friend’s?”

  “It’s mine.”

  Her brows go up. “It’s gorgeous.”

  “C’mon, hop on.”

  A grin spreads across her face. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.” I move around behind her, my hands sliding around her waist and my lips finding her neck. “Hop on, and I’ll show you something.”

  “Is it what I hope it is?” she murmurs, her voice taking on this sultry tone as she pushes back into me.

  “Guess you’ll just have to hop on and find out, won’t you?”

  Chapter 15

  Quinn

  The desert wind sends my hair streaming out behind me, whipping around as we drive through the night. My arms circle his body, my hands holding his muscled chest as the bike roars under us. I hug myself close to him, my cheek to his back as the warm night screams past us, and when I close my eyes for a second, it’s perfection.

  Roman pulls off the highway before we get back to Vegas, off onto a smaller road, and then a dirt one that climbs up into some low hills. He revs the bike, driving us up to a crest overlooking the road, and it’s there he kills the engine.

  “We’re here.”

  He helps me off, kissing me before he pulls a blanket from the saddlebag and spreads it out on the sand. I turn and smile as my eyes take in the glowing neon of Vegas in the distance.

  “It almost looks pretty from here.”

  He chuckles, his hand sliding around me. “Almost.”

  “What is this place?”

  “It’s the place I come when I just need to be alone, when the world just gets a little too heavy.”

  I turn into him. “Alone, huh? Should I be here?”

  I’m joking, but his look hardens.

  “Yeah, you should.” I gasp as he pulls me close. “You should always be here, with me.”

  He kisses me again, and I melt into him, moaning into his lips as his hand slides around to hold me tight.

  “Let’s just get out of here,” I whisper.

  “Run away into the sunset together, huh?”

  “Yes. Why not?”

  “Because the entire Moretti crime family would come looking for us.”

  “We could keep running.”

  “That we could,” he murmurs. “Head on down to Mexico?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “You, a bike, and the open road sounds pretty good to me,” he says quietly, pulling me tight. “No Vegas mansion or blingy diamond watches though.”

  I frown and glare down at my wrist watch. Fuck I forgot I was even wearing this thing. I yank it off and toss it away into the dust.

  “I’d throw the mansion if I could.”

  He grins. “Come here, beautiful.”

  He pulls us down to the blanket and tugs me into his lap. I kiss him hungrily, sinking into him and writhing against his body as my arms slide around his neck. Our moans mingle together with our breaths as our lips crush to one another.

  “Stand for me,” he growls, pulling away from me, his eyes fierce.

  I swallow, but I do, standing slowly right in from to him. He groans, his hands sliding up my legs until they slip along the waist of my jeans. He pops the button, and then tugs down the zipper. His fingers hook inside, and slowly, he starts to tug them and my panties down off my hips. I swallow heatedly, gasping as he pulls them right off of me, down my legs, showing him everything.

  He tugs them off my feet, one leg at a time, before he growls and moves between my legs. His hands grip my ass tightly as his tongue drags over my pussy, and I cry out, throwing my head back. I run my fingers through his thick hair as he teases my clit, sucking it gently between lips as he groans into me. His tongue swirls over my aching bud, his hands gripping me tightly and pulling me against his mouth as the pleasure explodes through me.

  I gasp, clinging to him as he licks me, melting against his perfect tongue as he groans into me. He reaches down, I can hear his belt jangling.

  Fuck, do I want him. I want him always, forever.

  He pulls me own into his lap, and I whimper at the feel of his naked, thick cock against my thighs. He kicks his jeans away, pulling his shirt off, and I do the same. We come together, skin to skin, my nipples dragging over his chiseled chest as his hands grab my ass and raise me up. He lowers me onto his throbbing cock,
and when that thick head eases inside between my lips, I moan hungrily.

  I push down, swallowing more of him and feeling my pussy stretch so good around his girth.

  “Just like that, sweetheart,” he groans into my ear. “Swallow that cock right up. Give me all of this sweet little pussy.”

  I cry out as I sink all the way down, taking every huge inch of him. My eyes roll back in pleasure, and my hands clings to him as I bottom out. I grind into him, feeling him pulse so deep inside as my legs wrap around his muscled hips. I grind my clit against him, and his lips find my neck as he starts to raise me up

  “I—” I whimper, clinging to him, trying to find the courage to say the words. “Roman, I—”

  “I love you too,” he groans into me.

  I cry out, the heat exploding through me as I crush my mouth to his and kiss him with everything I have.

  “I love you,” I gasp, kissing him wildly as his cock throbs inside of me.

  We start to rock, his powerful hands gripping me so tightly as he slides me up and down his shaft. He lifts me up until just the head is nestled inside, before pulling me back tight against his body, driving his cock deep inside and making me scream in pleasure. I throw my head back, looking up at the twinkling night sky. The desert breeze blows through my hair, his body ripples against mine, and his cock pulses deep inside of me.

  “You’ve been mine since the second I saw you that night you know,” he groans. “Mine since I tasted this sweet little cunt, and mine since I slid my cock deep inside of you and claimed you as my own.”

  I cry out, rocking against him as I cling to his muscled shoulders.

  “Mine since you came so sweetly for me. Mine since this perfect little pussy milked the cum from my balls until I filled you with every drop.”

  “And now?” I gasp.

  “Mine,” he hisses, thrusting deep inside. “You’ll always be mine, love.”

  We move faster, hands gripping tighter, our breaths coming haggard as we rock together again and again. His thick cock slides so deep inside my slippery, eager pussy, my clit dragging up and down his shaft with every thrust. The flame burns hotter and hotter and suddenly, I can feel it start to engulf me.

  “Roman—”

  “I want to feel you come for me, angel. Come all over my cock. Feel my claim on you deep inside of you and make this sweet little pussy come so good for me. Show me you’re mine, and come all over this big cock.”

  The wave hits me like a bomb blast, shattering through me and leaving me breathless as the orgasm tumbles through me. I cry out into the desert night sky, clinging to him as I grind into him and come over and over for him.

  Roman roars as he pulls me to him tightly, his hips thrust up and bury every inch of his huge cock deep inside as he lets go. I can feel his heavy balls throbbing against me, and when I feel the hot, thick splashes of his cum deep inside of me, it's like I’m drowning in the pleasure. I kiss him fiercely, rocking into him and feeling him pump inside again and again, until I can feel his cum leaking out around us.

  Roman kisses me, rolling us over on the blanket until we’re on our sides, face to face as he holds me so tightly in his arms.

  “We could also just stay here,” I whisper.

  “Just grab a tent and some fresh water and set up shop?”

  “Exactly,” I grin.

  “What about food?”

  “I have your cock.”

  He grins. “Works for me.”

  He kisses me again, his thick arms wrapping around me when his phone goes off. He grumbles, reaching for it and frowning at the glowing screen.

  “It’s Dylan, hang on, I gotta take this. Hey man, what’s—”

  Roman’s face goes pale.

  “Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

  He hangs up, turning to look at me.

  “What?” I whisper.

  “Shit just went down. Big time.”

  “Wait, what?”

  He swears. “Gino’s nephew Nico just made a play for him and control of the family.”

  My jaw drops. “Holy shit! Is Gino…”

  Roman’s face darkens. “Unfortunately not. He got the jump on Nico and it’s all over. But I don’t think Nico’s going to have a very good night.” He swears under his breath.

  “I should get you back before—”

  There’s a clapping sound, and I scream as I whirl, yanking the blanket over me. A light goes on, and then another, and another — flashlights, moving towards us. The slow clap moves closer, until suddenly, the figures emerge from the darkness.

  My heart climbs into my throat, and my blood chills.

  “So much for having her back before night, huh kid?”

  Oh God.

  It’s Gino, with five of his men. Roman hisses, jumping to his feet, but suddenly, there are five guns trained on him. Gino eyes the snarling and naked Roman, smirking.

  “You work out, kid?”

  “You want a closer look, Gino?”

  Gino’s face darkens, his brow furrowing in a scowl. “Watch it.”

  He smiles, shaking his head as he turns to look at me.

  “Now look at this shit. My own wife, cheating like a whore out here with my fuckin’ driver—”

  “I’m not your wife,” I spit. “Remember? I’m just your—”

  “You’re gonna want to mind your words,” he hisses sharply, storming towards me. I gasp as I feel the cold metal of a gun barrel pressing into my side. Gino leans in.

  “You know our deal, Quinn,” he hisses.

  “I know I want nothing to do with—”

  “You fucked up,” he growls. “You had it good with me.”

  “Like hell I did,” I spit back.

  Gino chuckles. “Trust me when I say, you’re going to realize how good it was by the time I’m through with you. All you had to do is smile and look pretty and play the part. Guess that was too hard, huh?”

  “I’m not your prisoner,” I hiss.

  “Yeah, Quinn.” He smiles. “Yeah, you are. You know, I’ve already dodged one betrayal today. My own fucking nephew, can you believe that?”

  He turns to the other guys.

  “And now my damn wife, huh? How about that shit. Fuck, loyalty is such a luxury these days.”

  “What are we going to do with this guy, boss?” one of the guys mutters, jabbing his gun at Roman.

  Gino smiles as he turns back to me.

  “Put some fuckin clothes on these two and take them both. And when we get home, I’m going to make her watch as I fucking ruin pretty boy over there.”

  I scream as hands grab me, the blanket wrapped around me and tied as my hands are hauled behind me. Roman’s roaring, three of them tackling him, and he’s still charging towards me when one of them brings the handle of the gun crashing against the side of his head.

  I scream again, and I’m still screaming as I watch him fall, and when the bag gets pulled over my head.

  Chapter 16

  Roman

  I wake up to blinding light and pain lancing through my skill. I blink, growling, and when I start to open my eyes, it all comes rushing back.

  The desert, Gino, the goons grabbing her and the ones tackling me to the ground as I lunged for her. The hit, the darkness, and now this.

  Fuck.

  I glance around, but it only takes a second to know where I am. Because I’ve been here before. Only before, I was one of the men currently standing around looking at me, not the one tied to the chair, like I am now.

  Were in the basement of The Venetian, me tied to one chair, and across from me is her. My blood roars, and I snarl like an animal as I lunge towards her, even though I know I’m tied tight. Rope cuts into my skin, and the pain in my head explodes like a bullet through me, but I don’t care. I keep struggling, keep lunging for her, even when the men around me start to chuckle.

  “You’ve been here before now haven’t you, kid?”

  Gino steps forward, hefting a silver-plated gun in his hand as he grins a
t me. “I mean down here, in the fun room?”

  I don’t say anything.

  “No? Don’t want to share?” He smiles “You don’t want her to know that you’re really just another scumbag like the rest of us?”

  He smiles thinly and turns to Quinn. She’s gagged, but I watch as she spits out muffled swears at him, and I can’t help but smile.

  Atta girl.

  “Your boyfriend here, he’s no fuckin’ saint.” Gino whistles lowly, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you, the shit I’ve watched him do to poor bastards down here? Yikes.”

  “You mean your orders Gino? You mean I did what I was told?”

  “Good doggy,” he spits. “You want a fuckin’ treat?” He smiles wicked and nods to someone behind me. “Tony, give him a treat, yeah?”

  Shit.

  The hit comes hard, right to my ribs, and I hiss as I almost double over. Quinn screams, but I look up and lock my eyes with her. And that look tells it all. Don’t scream. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Her eyes harden, green fire blazing through them as she slowly nods. Yeah, she gets it.

  “You call that a treat?”

  Gino’s brow arches and he chuckles. “You heard the man, Tony.”

  The fist comes again, pain exploding through my ribs. I can feel Tony lean close to my ear as Gino turns back to Quinn.

  “Just shut it, Roman,” Tony growls into my ear. “Please. You know I don’t wanna do this, but if you just shut the fuck up, he’ll go quick with you.”

  “Tony,” I wheeze, panting as I turn my head to look at him with a pained expression. “Tony, please.”

  He nods somberly, like he’s seeing that I “get it.” I try and speak, coughing quietly, and he leans close.

  “What is it, Roman?”

  “I— I can’t…“

  He leans closer, his ear right near my face, and I grin.

  “I can’t hear you with Gino’s balls in your mouth, Tony.”

  He stiffens, and I grin.

  “You motherfucker,” he spits. He pulls back, and it looks like he’s going to punch me again, but he shakes his head. “You fucking idiot.”

  Gino turns back, laughing. “He giving you a hard time there, Tony?”