by K. J. Thomas
“I can tell that you like her,” Tate holds up her hand before I get a chance to interrupt, and I definitely want to interrupt. I’m not a fucking child, and she’s talking to me like I’m a kid with a fucking crush.
“You’ve never been this hung up on a girl before, and since neither of us know what the hell is going on with her, maybe you should proceed with caution. Hell, I don’t know, try something different... like being nice.” As she says last part she throws her hands in the air making a statement.
I think I’m fucking nice for a Boss. I look at Tate and smile, “I would have to say I’m pretty nice, or I could’ve shipped you back to Armani.”
Her face goes pale, that probably wasn’t the best thing I could’ve said to her, because she is trying to be nice. But it’s true. I could’ve shipped her back in a second, but I know exactly what they would do. That’s something I didn’t want on my hands, and something I didn’t want for my niece.
I shock both of us when I stand up. I bend down and give her a kiss on the head and pat her there before I walk back over to my guys.
There’s only one thing that nice can get you in this world that I live in and that’s absolutely nothing. Nice guys finish last, men like me have more fun.
I notice that the whole cafeteria is now empty. Any other student would’ve been yelled at and probably reprimanded for being late to class, but not us. Never us.
I go to grab my stuff, but I don’t have anything left. It’s already been removed, probably by the angry lunch ladies waiting for us to get the fuck out.
I look down toward my guys that are still sitting and say. “Be at my house by midnight.”
Carter chuckles as Liam and Noah get a disgusted look on their face.
“Fuck, we have school tomorrow,” Liam says before he realizes it.
The rest of us bust out laughing. Tonight’s gonna be fun.
I’VE NEVER MET A CHALLENGE I haven’t attempted. Avery being up in that house right now is a great one.
Liam, Noah, and Walker have been watching the house for the past couple hours. None of us realize how heavily guarded it is.
I have to give props to Vito because he is in a suburban area and it just looks like a few people are over visiting.
My guys counted twenty-seven guards plus Vito, Mac, Arya, and Garrett.
The smaller suburban house is under a freaking quarantine. I would expect that for the bigger compounds like Vito’s main one in New York, but not the smaller house that his niece owns.
The plan that we came up with is for the guys to gain the majority of the guard’s attention and give me a chance to get up to the second floor from the backyard.
I’m more excited right now about the game than I am the actual prize. If Romano knew that I was upstairs with his granddaughter, he would shit a brick. War would be declared. Scratch that, war won’t be declared, he would probably just have me killed right then and there; he would try anyway.
I should have used more guys, at least some of our regular guards, but I decided against it. Sometimes smaller is better, especially when you’re trying to get in somewhere. It would be hard to figure out where to hide a bunch of other men in case we needed them. I would have to have them close, or it wouldn’t even fucking matter.
If I wasn’t the boss, I’m willing to bet my life that these guys, sometimes my friends, would tell me to go fuck off and not do this at all, but since I am, they have no choice.
I’m getting giddy like a damn kid on Christmas morning, just waiting impatiently.
The plan goes off perfectly without a hitch. The guys distract the guards to the street thinking that a drunken brawl has started there by the neighbors. We’re not trying to wake up the street, but the noise from them makes what I need to do incredibly easy.
Yeah, it’s two AM, but we had no other freaking option. I just needed a distraction to keep all their eyes away from the backyard.
Another distraction we thought of was a car accident down the street. But none of us will volunteer our cars for that. I can make them, but that’s just shitty and Walker just bought the new Tesla where the doors open up, not out.
That’s his baby, his bitch he always says.
I make my way over to the back of the house. It’s dark and there’s not much light. I don’t even dare to use a flashlight, that’s like saying, ‘hey, I’m right here.’
Carter give me his window kit. At first the fucker said he’ll go with me and get in the window himself. The asshole is just trying to press my buttons to get up there to my girl. I’ve used these kits before, it’s not that hard, I need to be able to pop the window open without alerting anyone to what I’m doing.
The window is slightly cracked like Avery is waiting for me and she’s giving me the okay. My girl must like to sleep with the window open, but it’s damn chilly out here.
Under the cover of darkness with my black clothes it was hard to see me, but I stand out like a beacon of light in her room, her very bright room. I can tell this even though it’s dark in here, besides the moon shining in.
Avery is a very vibrant girl, anybody would notice this just by meeting her, but seeing her room is something totally different. It’s painted green and yellow.
This doesn’t seem right, like it used to be a craft room or something that Arya and Garrett moved her into, but hadn’t updated it yet. I make a mental note to ask. It won’t matter to me either way, I’m just curious.
Avery is sound asleep in her bed, sleeping on her side. She’s covered up from head to toe. Maybe this window being open isn’t exactly a good idea for her, but who knows, there are people out there in the world that need to crack the window when it’s snowing and sleep with fourteen fans on.
I silently move over to her bed; I’ve been in her room before, I just never paid attention. I was more interested in fucking Avery on the spot, not looking at her decoration accomplishments.
I lock her bedroom door as I toe off my shoes, then I climb in right next to her. I hope that Avery is one of those people that can sleep through a hurricane as it violently shakes the house, and the walls fall down all around them. She could be one of those that if somebody sneezes next door it’s going to wake her up.
Thankfully, it looks like my girl is the hurricane type. If she ever becomes a wrestler this would be an awesome name for her. I groan and my dick twitches when I see that she has on a very tight tank top and a pair of boy shorts.
I slowly push back the covers all the way, letting me see every inch of her savory body. The blanket is down by her ankles now. The cold air has her nipples peaking, begging to be touched and tasted.
My fingers lightly trail everywhere exploring every inch of her skin.
I probably should wait till she’s awake, but I just can’t fucking help myself. I start to slide Avery’s tight tank up. The girl is fucking out cold. This tank top is like a second skin.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, my dick is so hard and straining to get out of my black jeans.
Fuck it, I pop the button and pull the zipper down. I reach down in my boxers and pull my dick out. There’s no reason I can’t touch both of us at the same time.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. I’m not even fucking her yet, all I’m doing is just looking at Avery.
I need to see more, I think as my hands continue to lift the top. Slow and steady wins the race.
It doesn’t take long until her fantastic tits are out and waiting for me to enjoy. Her tank top is scrunched up right under her neck. I know I have to go slow, I’m just playing, tantalizing myself. There’s nothing more I want to do than to rip both of our clothes off and just slide right into her.
That would cause a problem, maybe from her screaming out. Plus, the fact that I’ve never raped anyone, nor will I ever have to. I really don’t want thirty armed guards to rush up to the room. My guys are good, though, they’ll eventually get me out of this. As for now this is a fight we don’t need.
I dip my
head down. I need to taste her. I flick her hard nipple then start circling it with my tongue. Avery moans causing my dick to twitch in my hand. I can’t grip the bastard tight enough.
I’ve been in this position with Avery, in the same house not long ago. It’s like it’s forbidden, which makes it more enticing.
I lean up on my elbow positioning my body so I can still grab my dick. My tongue is still licking, tasting, and teasing.
My other hand slowly moves down her flat stomach. My fingers play with the lace trim of her boy shorts, dipping in and out. My finger slips farther into her blue panties.
My breathing is coming in faster, I’m panting now, and Avery keeps moaning whenever I touch her. I wonder if she’s dreaming about me.
My finger slides farther down until I reach her lips. She is so soft, warm, and shaved, completely and edibly bare.
I’m not sure if it was because I moved fast, I just couldn’t control myself but the instant that my finger brushed over her clit, Avery’s eyes snap open.
I had exactly one second to act. My hand shot out, placing it firmly over her mouth and whisper, “don’t scream baby.”
Avery looks like she’s in complete shock not knowing if she should fight for her life.
In an instant the fear changes and a look of complete anger and hatred come over her face. Avery lays completely still letting me know that she’s not gonna fight, that I can remove my hand.
I bend down and lick behind her ear before I whisper, “are you going to be a good girl?”
The only response I get from her is a growl. I chuckle and remove my hand.
As soon as I do that Avery shoots off the bed and grabs a robe that is hanging on the back of her door, wrapping it around herself.
I sit myself back up, but Avery standing there looking pretty pissed isn’t helping my ridiculously hard situation.
She starts to pace back-and-forth not even making eye contact with me.
Something’s going to happen tonight, and we both know it. She just needs to let it happen, fuck, I know she’ll enjoy it. I have never disappointed before.
I want to say I’ll be done with her after tonight, but I know I won’t be; this woman has me possessed.
Avery looks back at me. I’ve seen three emotions from her: surprise, hatred and pissed off. The newest one is creeping me out, she’s smiling at me.
Smiling like maybe she has a gun in her pocket that I didn’t see, or maybe she’s about ready to let off a bloodcurdling scream.
My girl knows soon she’ll be able to scream as much as she wants with me. I give her a smile back.
Let the games begin.
Five
AVERY
As I was pleasantly pulled out of my deep sleep, that’s when the nightmare began. What Asher did was horrible. I have an extensive history and it’s not good.
I would be willing to bet anything at that one moment in time that Asher was Luca. That’s what my heart, body and head thought.
For those few seconds of unreliable clarity I knew I was gonna die. I figured he was here to finish the job. The only way that he could’ve done that is if he made it up to my room after killing everybody else.
If Luca believed that there was even a chance he could get away with it, he would do it. Not necessarily even get away with it if he could accomplish it. If there was a physical way that he could actually knock off every single guard and my grandfather. If he was able to take my parents, I’m sure he can take Arya and Garrett.
Fucking asshole, I think as I swat the tears away.
I’m stuck inside my head, maybe cause I was in bed, and I’m a complete fucking moron with the guys that I have around me. I try to make myself relax, I know it’s not Asher’s fault. I mean he is the man-equivalent of an idiot. Who does this?
Who sneaks into a girl’s room in the middle of the night and fingers them? There’s more than that but that’s how I am seeing it right now which is kind of pissing me off.
Maybe because I’m getting a chance to wake up more and deal with my surroundings. The first thought I had was, ‘is there a fire?’ When I realized there wasn’t, I was able to relax a small amount, but all I wanted to do is crawl into a ball, in a deep dark hole where no one can find me and just sleep.
Maybe I should start listening to Arya and Garrett and get counseling.
After I stop pacing for a minute to get my head clear, I turn back and look at Asher. I think at this point in time I would love a cast iron skillet. Maybe if I hit him over the head enough times, he’ll understand and leave me the fuck alone.
I’m a warm-blooded woman and Asher is hot, but my life is full of shit. Not some crap like I just broke up with somebody and I can’t do this right now. I’m talking about the fact that my ex just tried to kill me, he managed to kill both of my parents and is most likely coming for the rest of my family and to finish me off.
That is the fucking reason I don’t want anyone right now. I just want to get on with my life. I just wanna be able to live free.
I do have to admit Asher is freaking hot. He’s probably the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen. His mood and his attitude are ugly, at least to me and my state of being right now.
It takes me several minutes to redeem my lost composure and realize that my life is not quite hanging in the balance and the rest of my family is still alive.
When it finally happens, that’s when the anger starts to flow in. Asher is still sitting on my bed, but thankfully he’s put himself back together and his dick isn’t hanging out, his excessively big dick.
My lost thought doesn’t last long, replaced with anger and a bit of sadness for realizing that I could’ve had to go through that again. For realizing that my parents aren’t still here. For realizing that my grandfather, Arya, and Garrett’s lives could’ve been put in danger.
I look over at the overtly entitled young Mafia Boss sitting on my bed, and I grin inwardly for weirdly thinking of that. It’s true and a little funny.
I am just not in the mood to deal with this shit tonight. I need him to leave and go back to what he was doing before, where Tate and I were free.
I look straight over and Asher’s still watching me, most likely letting me get control of my head and what just happened.
“Get out,” I snap at him making his expression turn harder. Mine is very straight-laced and stern, he has to know I mean business.
Asher slowly rises off the bed, his huge frame takes up over half my room, but it’s just his size compared to mine that’s making him look overwhelming.
He slowly saunters toward me, making me back up a step. I don’t see when his hand shoots out and grabs me around the throat pushing me against the wall. It’s not painfully hard, but I know that small boom echoes’ as soon as I hit the wall. I’ve been choked before, yeah, another wonderful memory from Luca. Asher’s not even gripping that tightly. He is grabbing enough to show me that he means business.
I still have some tricks up my sleeve. I know nothing will happen, especially not with so many men downstairs. I can either scream my fucking ass off letting the neighbors down the street know somebody’s in here, or I can take advantage of how the only thing he’s concentrating on, from his arms up, is holding me against the wall. I could drop this fucker in a second. Nothing is protecting the precious Mancini family jewels.
For me, the second option is out. My life is not in danger and I don’t want to play all my cards, who knows how long I’ll be around and what I’m gonna have to do later. If he gets to a point where I’m scared, I’ll do what I have to, when I need to.
I feel so drained and tired and at the same time I’m just trying to keep myself and my family safe. That’s just the one thing I don’t wanna have happen yet, and that’s why I haven’t said anything. I don’t wanna move again and I sure as shit don’t wanna lose Tate.
“Get out,” I repeat, determined to stand my ground even though I have to squeak out the words, because the lack of oxygen flowing through my neck. I
doubt if he knows I can hold my own, but he does know I want him gone and there are a lot of other people here.
Screaming is not an option, either, at this point. I’m not nervous at all. I know he’ll leave, he doesn’t have much of a choice. Like I don’t have any since he came here.
Asher uses his body and presses hard against me, then slams his mouth on mine. After several seconds of fighting my body gives in and I really enjoy the kiss from him. It’s a very consuming, violent and angry kiss, expressing how much he hates me and how much he wants me. It’s everything that we’ve been going through, that we’re trying to communicate with each other.
It takes me a second to realize Asher moved away, leaving me breathless and very annoyed. He didn’t just move away, he left. Probably through the window, I didn’t hear anything.
Fuck, this one’s going to be hard to keep away from, harder than I thought.
THE NEXT MORNING, I’M exhausted. I am more tired than when I went to bed. I wonder why that is?
I went over different scenarios, different things I was going to do last night. The most important one I decided is I’m not gonna be a victim anymore. For some reason I am able to catch the eye of all these assholes. Not like the bad ass biker guys, these are the selfish assholes that pretty much just want what will work for them.
Usually when they get what they want, they just leave you in the shit pile that they stormed in on.
For once in my life, I’m gonna do something for me and nobody else. Nobody else is going to get in my way anymore, fuck these assholes, I’m not killing myself for anyone.
I wouldn’t mind killing Luca, but for some strange reason every time he’s around I shut down in extreme fear. It’s probably because the whole emotional torment and what he did to my parents is weighing heavy on me.
A new school day is a brand-new day. It makes my eyes water a little bit when I walk downstairs. I can see all of them in the kitchen together. Arya is cooking for everybody. With as much food as she has laid out, she’s probably cooking for the guards, too, damn.
