The Debt: Mafia Vows One

by SR Jones

  She looks away, and the moment passes. Maybe I’m imagining it. For some reason I’m horny despite my weird fatigue, and a quick fuck with Maya would be awesome.

  She’s not mine to think about in such a way, though, and once more, I push the thoughts to one side.

  They finish their drinks, and I say goodbye, heading off without a backward glance. I swear I feel her gaze on me, but shrug it off and head on home.

  The next couple of days pass in a depressive blur. I don’t man up and go to the family home. Instead, I watch shit movies and drink too much. The day comes to go back to work, and Alesso asks me to swap shifts with him so that I’m doing the afternoon and he’s doing the evening.

  I’m happy to do so because it makes no difference to me, and he has things to do. At two pm, I pull into the garage at Maya’s McMansion and park. Once in the study, now a guardroom, I glance at the monitors and see all is good, then I settle back for a boring afternoon. I prefer the night shift in general, only because then I can read a book as I sit in the hallway of their home. In the day, I have to watch the monitors and can’t read.

  I do have my phone, though, and I put some earbuds in and listen to some metal as I watch nothing happen.

  I glance at the roster and see that the family are all out, except for Maya. She’s in her room, and the cameras don’t cover the bedrooms. But the windows are barred, and there’s no way into the rooms except for through the hallway, which I can see, so I don’t worry about her.

  About twenty minutes into my shift, Maya appears, and I sit a little straighter in my chair. She’s wearing a swimsuit under a robe; must be going for a dip in the pool. Nice. Maybe this won’t be boring after all.

  She reaches the indoor pool, shimmies off her robe, and slips into the water like some ethereal mermaid, all sinuous and sensual.

  I stare at the monitor. Just seeing her do this mundane thing has me hard.

  She swims to the center of the pool and pulls a float to her, climbing on it with ease. I lean back in my chair and smile as she closes her eyes and lets her fingers trail in the water.

  She’s acting as if she’s outdoors soaking up the sun, not in an indoor pool with no warmth to caress her skin.

  Suddenly, I’m leaning forward in my seat and blinking, unsure if my eyes are playing tricks on me.

  Maya, my assignment, Mafia Princess, and all-round Miss Snooty, is squeezing her copious tits, giving me an epic show.

  Fuck. I swallow down a suddenly dry throat.

  What the hell? She has to know I can see.

  Wait. No, not me, Alesso.

  This little show is all for him because he’s the one who should be on duty right now.

  Her hands stop what they are doing, no longer massaging her big tits, but now they’re skimming down her body. I lick my lips, and with a twinge of shame, zoom the camera in closer on her.

  Her eyes close, and she pulls her suit to one side, letting me see her bare, wet pussy.

  Jesus.

  I adjust myself and shift in my seat.

  Has she done this before? If so, why hasn’t Alesso mentioned it? Oh, God, are they screwing? But then I think about Alesso and how crazy he is for Sophia, a girl from the Corfu village where his family home is, and I think not.

  Plus, if he had fucked Maya, he’d tell me for sure. It would be a big deal, given who she is. Our current charge, and the boss man’s niece, for God’s sake.

  For some reason, her doing this for Alesso and not me makes my blood boil. It also makes the come boil in my balls, and I’m so hard it hurts.

  Her pussy is amazing. Pink, swollen, and glistening. Holy shit.

  I press the palm of my hand against my aching cock and know if I apply much more pressure, I’ll come, and I can’t because then I’ll have to end my shift with stained pants, and that won’t do.

  She’s stroking herself to a rhythm now, and her breathing is coming harder and faster. I get close enough to the monitor she blurs. Then her eyes flash open, and she stops. Her balance is a little off, and she wobbles on the float for a moment as her hands grip the sides. Then she’s slinking into the water, climbing out and putting her robe on.

  She shoots a cocky wink to the camera, showing me—Alesso—she’s more than aware of what she’s doing, and exits the pool area.

  If I were there with her, I’d have sucked the juices off her fingers myself, right before I pushed her onto one of the poolside loungers and filled her with my fat cock.

  Dirty fucking bitch.

  I love it.

  Alesso arrives for his shift, and my mood is so sour I could turn milk. I’ve been brooding about Maya and her show all afternoon.

  For some insane reason, despite being a huge no-go, my body has decided it wants Maya. My mind too, if I’m honest.

  I want to crack her wide open and see how messy she is inside. Her outside is the weirdest mix of snobbish socialite, artsy loving hipster, and needy insecure little girl, mixed in with a whole lot of overly sexualized woman. She makes no sense, but the nonsense of her is beautiful.

  As soon as Alesso has put his things out, a bag with a sandwich in and other bits, I turn on him.

  “How long has Princess Butt Cheeks been giving you a private show?” I demand.

  His grin widens. “Oh, she got up to that, did she?” He shakes his head, still grinning, and sits in the seat next to mine.

  “You fucking her?” I ask, keeping it casual.

  I don’t know why this is bothering me so much, but something about her in particular fawning over Alesso has me riled up. Why doesn’t she want to put on a show for me?

  “What? Jesus, no. She’s the big boss’ niece. And she’s promised to Yannis Psycho-chops Pappas. You think I’m insane?”

  “Bullshit,” I say, making sure to keep my tone easy. “If you wanted her, you’d take her. You must have balls so blue they’re about to drop off.”

  He shrugs, puts his paper bag down on the desk, and looks at me. “Not really. I mean, yeah, it’s an interesting distraction, wondering what the hell she’s gonna do next.”

  “She’s damn hot.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. Well, I don’t think she is. She’s not my type.”

  “What, tits too glorious for you? Don’t like all that pert ass?”

  “I prefer my women classy, maybe a little bit shy, dark haired and slim.” He takes a sip of his coffee and leans back in his chair. He’s just described Sophia, his village girl. “I don’t know, objectively Maya is sexy, but she’s too fucked up. I mean, who does this?” He points at the monitor and shakes his head.

  He grins at me, and it’s a shit-eating one. “But, hey, she’s obviously your type, and I’m sure you can handle her brand of crazy. I take it she’s not doing this for you then? Or Markos either probably.”

  “Nah, only you, pretty boy.” He hates me using that nickname because the guys who beat him regularly, before I came along and saved his ass, called him that at school. It might seem a dick move to call him it, but we are dicks to one another sometimes. I still love him like my brother, though, and he knows if anyone else called him that again, I’d knock them out.

  He punches my arm. “Fuck you, wankface. Anyway,” he says, and his grin softens, “I’ve got permission to take Sophia on a date.”

  “You know it means something, right?” I ask him. Christ, take a girl from some of the small, traditional villages on a date, and it’s almost as good as giving them a ring, for God’s sake.

  He nods, and something odd passes across his face. He pauses for a moment, opens his mouth, closes it again, then finally says, “Yeah, I know. Next time we get a break, I’m heading back there to take her for dinner. Just dinner, but her father has finally allowed us to do that much. This weekend, I’ll probably hop on over to see Andrius, and maybe call in on Sophia to say hello to her and the family. There’s something I need to talk to you about regarding all of it, to be honest, but not now. Not here.”

  Fucker has it bad i
t seems, and I think it’s a mistake. I hope he’s not about to ask her to marry him and that’s the little chat he wants. She’s a nice girl we’ve known a long time, him more than me, and she’s sweet and ordinary. She’ll never fit into our world. Alesso thinks he can be normal, and maybe compared to me, he can. He fits into normal society a lot easier than I do. But we’ve both seen and done shit that will haunt us. You don’t get to be enforcers for a man like Stamatis and keep your hands clean. Never mind the shit we saw in the service, a lot of which was off the books stuff and not official. Me more than Alesso, but still he saw action too.

  So maybe Alesso can do normal more than I can, but a life living with a village girl, all settled down? No fucking way.

  Maya’s bedroom door opens, and she comes out, dragging me from my thoughts. She’s looking serious, pensive even, as she takes the stairs down and heads to the kitchen.

  She talks to the housekeeper, and something she says makes me take notice when she mentions being scared to marry Yannis, the man she’s betrothed to.

  “What’s she talking about?” I ask Alesso.

  “Load of shit has come out about Yannis, her husband-to-be. It’s in the papers today. He’s apparently into hitting women and worse.” He flinches when he says this, knowing it will upset me.

  The images flash front and center in my brain; my father’s fist connecting with my mother’s fragile jaw. His boot kicking in her stomach. Shit, I blink the unwanted memories away.

  Alesso puts his hand on my arm for one moment. A brief, reassuring touch that lets me know he understands where my head is.

  Christ, I don’t know Maya, but I don’t want her to face the sort of life my mother lived, with regular beatings at the hands of a pathetic man who has to hurt women to feel big.

  “I’m heading off,” I tell him, standing and letting him have my chair. I’m all kinds of pissed right now. Pissed that Maya is supposed to marry a man who might hurt her, but also pissed at her. For not wanting me the way she does Alesso, which is frankly crazy.

  “Okay, see you later.” He gives me a lazy wave.

  For some reason, the thought of heading back to our soulless, rented apartment tonight makes my heart sink. There’s no point in any of us buying somewhere at the moment or putting down roots. Not while we’re working round the clock for Stamatis guarding various business cohorts and family members of his. He’s already asked us to train up some new guards so we can get more involved with the business side, but that will take some time. Then this situation with Maya and her mother getting threats cropped up, and we were put on them as security detail.

  “Can you grab some toothpaste on your way home, we’re out.” Alesso is already fiddling with the monitors, and I give him a yes and head out the door.

  I need to pass through the kitchen to get to the garage where I have my bike. As I walk in there, I say a few words and a goodbye to the housekeeper, and I notice Maya’s face pale.

  She’s realized she put the show on for the wrong guy.

  Good, I hope it mortifies her enough to stop her from doing it. Alesso doesn’t appreciate it anyway, and she shouldn’t make a fool of herself over him.

  Not sure what possesses me, but I turn to her. “Maya, can I have a word, please?” I ask, all politeness.

  She nods and comes over to me. The housekeeper leaves the room, and I take Maya to one side.

  “As hot as that little show was, you ought to know, he’s not interested; got a girl back on the island.”

  As the flush hits her face and spreads and her eyes fill with hurt, I hate myself a little. Why am I doing this to her? What do I care?

  “It’s only a silly game,” she huffs, recovering that haughty stance she’s got down to a T.

  “Sure it is. But thought I’d let you know, so you didn’t go making a fool of yourself anymore.”

  “Well, I hope you enjoyed the show instead.” She gives me a smooth smile that doesn’t meet her eyes.

  I tell myself to stop being a dick; poor kid’s about to marry a psycho if what Alesso says is true. I can’t, though; she’s pissed me off doing these shows for Alesso. I’ve not been jealous in a long time, but I am now. And it makes me say something nasty.

  “Not really. I found it a bit … desperate.”

  Her hand comes up, but my reflexes are lightning fast, and I catch her wrist.

  Shit, the bitch has balls. It makes me smile.

  “Ah-ah. No slapping the hired help,” I say.

  “And that’s all you are—hired help,” she spits back at me. “Remember your place, before I get you fired by telling my uncle.”

  I laugh at that, a genuine one. “Telling him what? That you were stroking your pussy for all the world to see, and you didn’t like my reaction to it?”

  “God, you’re such a dick,” she seethes.

  She’s not wrong. I am, and right now, I’m even more of one than usual. But I’m kind of enjoying sparring with her, as messed up as that may be. “And you’re a fucking tease,” I reply.

  The fire in her eyes is lit now, and she fumes as she stares at me. “Oh, that’s right, slut shame me.”

  I wasn’t slut shaming her. I’d love it if she’d slut herself all over me and my dick. We could be sluts for one another.

  I cock my head to one side. “I don’t think it’s slut shaming to state you’re a tease. If I got my cock out and stroked it on video for you, does that make me a slut? No, it makes me a tease.”

  She huffs out an annoyed breath, the fire in her eyes dimmed somewhat, but the hurt still simmering away. “It’s a silly game, a bit of fun, and you’ve blown it all out of proportion.”

  I get serious suddenly, because it’s a damned dangerous game for her to be playing.

  “So, Alesso consented to it, did he? He’s enjoying it as much as you are?” Doesn’t she know that some other guard, someone less laid back than Alesso, could have gone to her uncle? Or worse, betrayed her and gone to Yannis? She’s far too naïve and trusting.

  She yanks her arm free and turns away from me.

  “You can go,” she says. And something about that kills me.

  The dignity she manages to put into those three words slays me. I soften.

  “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” I pull her back to face me and tip her chin up. I can’t stop myself from brushing my thumb across her jawline. I should not be touching her this way, but I can’t seem to help it. Her lips part, and her breath hitches. Maybe she’s not as immune to me as I think?

  “In all seriousness, Maya, you want to be careful who you play games like that with.”

  “Understood.”

  “Take me, for example. If you’d spent the last couple of weeks doing these shows for me, do you think I’d be ignoring them like Alesso?”

  “No,” she says, her voice adorably sulky. “I suppose you’d have told my uncle.”

  I decide to test my hypothesis that she might be a bit more attracted to me, than either I, or maybe even she, knows. “No, baby girl, I wouldn’t have done that.”

  I lower my voice and brush my thumb over her jaw again. “I’d have come to your room and given you the relief you so clearly need. I’d rub your pretty little clit until you came all over my fingers, and then I’d eat you, and if you taste half as good as you look, I’d never forget it.”

  She doesn’t speak, but her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, and her pink tongue flicks out to wet her lips. There’s a spark between us right now, sizzling and snapping in the air like we’re coaxing our own mini storm to life.

  Shit, I need to rein this in. I step back from her, shaking my head. “Or, at least, I would if I didn’t work for your uncle and wasn’t your hired protection. You need to be careful, sweetheart. You’re a beautiful girl, and you don’t need to play dangerous little games like that.”

  I go to the kitchen door and look back at her. Want slams me so hard it hurts.

  Fuck me, when was the last time a woman got under my skin this way? I honestly can’t reme
mber. “Goodnight, Maya.”

  I close the door and head for my bike, my cock aching and my mind whirring.

  The girl has looked at me with a mixture of fear and disdain ever since we started this job, and if I’m not mistaken, a bit of lust these last couple of days. Fear seems to be front and center, though, despite her obvious dislike of me. That’s one hell of a load of cognitive dissonance in one person right there.

  She had already been on my radar because of her strange reaction to me. She always seemed wary of me, or even at times scared. Other times, I’d catch her watching me and I’d swear there was judgement on her face, but for what? She doesn’t know me. I think I’ve barely spoken ten words to her before this job, so why the hostility? After this little show she’s truly on my radar.

  Yeah, she intrigues me, and I want her. Lucky Maya, she just got herself another stalker.

  I’m the man paid to protect her, but what if the very person she needs protecting from is me? Who will protect the little princess then?

  **

  I spend the next few days doing my job and working out even more furiously than usual.

  Today isn’t any different, and I’m working up a sweat in the spare room we use as a mini home gym. Alesso comes into the room and shoots me a guarded look. He knows not to mess with me when I’m in this sort of mood.

  Stopping the press-ups I’m doing on the thirtieth, I stand and stare at him for a moment, taking the small towel hung over the back of the chair and wiping the sweat from my neck and brow.

  “Had any more shows from Princess Butt Cheeks?”

  He cocks his head to one side. “No, oddly enough, and why do you care?”

  No? Interesting. Maybe my little talk made her feel bad enough to stop, something that both delights and disturbs me.

  “She’ll be in deep trouble if her father finds out, best she stops all her games.”