Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1)

by Alice May Ball

  Alexa said, “Thanks, Vassily, but tomorrow works. There’s something else I need to do right now.”

  Vassily looked at me. Then he waved to her as he turned with his pilot back to the helicopter.

  We watched them climb aboard the helicopter, then stood back by the brick wall of a broken building. In the moonlight, in the wind, she looked wonderful.

  “You were magnificent,” I told her, “The way you kept your cool all the way through this. You’re pretty amazing, you know?”

  Alexa stepped close and I felt the warmth of her, close to me. The chopper blades started up and I put my arm around her shoulder. She was starting to say something, but I couldn’t hear her over the noise. We wouldn’t be able to cross the compound back to the van for a minute or two, not until after the helicopter was clear.

  Luka tugged on my arm. The helicopter blades pounded the air and he pulled me to shelter in the wreck of an old warehouse on the side of the compound. Icy cold blew in from the gaps in the wall by the inky sparkling river.

  The noise of the chopper shook the walls. I turned and hammered my fists on his chest. All the tension I’d been holding in seemed to well up and burst out.

  “Flying like that, you ass!” I shouted in his face. “You frightened the hell out of me.” The tension and the cold made me shake.

  Luka hauled my two wrists high above my head as he pressed me against the rough brick wall. The cold air came right off the river where most of the wall of the building was gone.

  From deep in my soul I wanted him, but I had to tell him the news. He had to know before we made love. Before anything. And all it needed was for me to break off, to make him stop just long enough for me to tell it to him. Nothing to it, right? Simply disentangle my tongue from his. Ignore the stinging itch of my nipples as they filled inside my bra to push against his hand. Stop my thighs from parting, my hips from rocking against his hard ridge.

  And I had to know. I needed to see and hear his reaction, how it would affect him. His kiss overtook me and stirred me from my core. Fires lit inside me and ran trickling in rivulets through my thighs, my throat, my stomach, and my breasts. I had to know, to see his face, the light in his eyes when I told him. The rest of my life, all of my future depended on his reaction.

  I twisted to pull my mouth from his, he followed me, and his kiss grew fiercer, wetter, deeper and more demanding. My shoulders shook, but all that did was to jiggle my breasts against him, making him harder, making me hotter.

  Luka’s chest trembled. Whatever I did seemed to incense him more, and my treacherous lips, my pleasure-seeking body, responded, resonated. As he rose, I reciprocated.

  The sawing of his rigid cock strained the hard denim around it and ground against my thick, seeping wings. My hips with a motor of their own pressed back against him. As hard as I could I groaned, shouted, but he only mistook it for my passion rising and he fastened my open mouth more savagely with his own.

  His tongue made it harder for me to make any sound at all, and my own tongue joined in league with his. He pulled my blouse open and my back arched as he pressed and squeezed my breasts.

  He snapped open the clip of my bra and my breasts sprang and spilled free, bouncing for him to hold and tease them. More than ever, I desperately needed to tell him, to have him know, to see his eyes, his face, but one by one, each part of my body was deserting me and joining the opposition.

  If I couldn’t tell him in the next few seconds, it would be too late. We’d be thrashing and clawing at each other and slamming our bodies together, and he wouldn’t know and he’d never forgive me.

  His hands were on my thighs. I lifted them to escape the stroke of his fingers, but it only gave him more access to the sensitive backs and the frail insides. I threw my legs around him, but that just pressed my gasping flower against the trunk of his cock.

  Nothing I had in me could stop me rocking my pubic bone along the abrasive ridge in his jeans. Turning my face didn’t get me away. I bit his lip, and even that inflamed him further. I shouted as loud as I could, but even I could only hear the muffled, incomprehensible sound. The words were lost.

  With more force, I did it again as his hand slipped inside my panties. His fingers slid straight into my wet lips, and I knew that it was now or never. With all the strength I had, I shouted. His cheeks blew out and the seal of our mouths broke.

  He looked in my eyes, and then with a ragged hunger, he spun me round to push me to face the crumbling wall, rough and dusty against my cheek as his hand found the flimsy, wet folds of fabric between my legs.

  I writhed as I felt the cold air on my ass. My flesh quivered when he lifted my skirt. Now, now I could tell him. But he would stop. I couldn’t make the words come out. He yanked my thighs wide apart; which was where they wanted to be. I jolted at the shock as he slapped my ass.

  I had to let his fingers on me, in me, just once more. In case it would be this time and never again, I needed to let him slip inside the sides of my skewed panties and between my hot furls. Rub and rouse me in the yawning, swollen need of my trembling lips and force their way deep into my waiting walls.

  He yanked my hair and I almost lost control.

  The dull echo of my groaning shout, “Safe word!” was much louder than I planned for, and it sounded kind of off. Like a wrong note.

  He stopped. Immediately his grip on my wrists loosened, his face became serious by the side of mine and he peered to search my eyes.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, I—”

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, I—”

  “Was I hurting you?”

  “No. Yes. But not in a bad... It doesn’t matter I—”

  “What is it? Are you sure that you’re all right?”

  I whimpered. “Yes, I’m all right. I’m better than all right. Look, I need to know something.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes,” I told him, “Now.”

  He looked baffled. “Okay. Shoot.”

  “You can have any woman you want, right?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I was impatient. “Don’t bullshit me, Luka, you know you can.”

  “I don’t. I wish I did know, but I don’t.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “All the women I want are inside your clothes. And I wish I could get them out.”

  “I’m serious, Luka. Don’t fuck about, okay? Now is really not the time.”

  “I mean it. You’re all the women I’ll ever want.”

  “Luka, look, and be serious.” I looked at him as seriously as I could, but that grin was lighting up his face and he was lighting me up with it too. “I have to tell you something.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, now.”

  “Then I want to hear it, Alexa. What do you want to tell me?”

  “I’m pregnant!” I shouted.

  His eyes were next to mine. The rise of his breath halted and I couldn’t see his expression.

  He looked down in astonishment. “But we haven’t...” Then he slowly looked back up into my face. “That one time?” I felt foolish with my arms in the air, my breasts out and swinging against the brick, and my legs weak and wide, trying to have one of the Big Conversations. Maybe the biggest of my life. The biggest up to now, for sure.

  The well inside me rose. I was shaking to know. I wanted to cry out into the echoing darkness. Say something, anything, something totally inappropriate. Anything to fill the gap.

  Slowly, he said, “You’re sure?” Then he stopped. Pulled back. “No, you wouldn’t be saying it. Not like this, not now. Not if you weren’t sure.” Still, he looked into my eyes to check. I nodded. I was sure.

  He narrowed his eyes and he gave me a long, hard look. “So.” Only a fraction of an inch, barely a long breath, but I felt him pull back, and he could have been a canyon, a gulf, a universe away.

  His voice was hard and firm. “Are you going to let me stay with you and tak
e care of you? Of you and my baby? Our baby?”

  I welled up so much I couldn’t speak. With my lips pulled inside my teeth, I nodded.

  “Then,” he pulled backwards, turned me around to face him, “what’s the problem?”

  Still, I couldn’t speak, but my eyebrows went up. Even with my lips sucked in, he could see the smile. I shook my wet face and he understood, No problem. He hoisted my wrists up again.

  His face came close. “I never saw a woman look as beautiful as you look right now.” His eyes sparkled as they danced all over my wet face, my wild, wet hair, and my breasts as they hung free through the drapes of my disheveled clothes.

  “So now,” he growled with a leer, “let me fuck you.”

  I brought up my knee into his stomach and my face craned after his as I pushed forward. “No chance,” I snarled. I pushed him and he tipped back, startled as I told him, “I’m going to fuck you.”

  Staying fastened with my legs around Luka’s hips, I shoved from the wall and he toppled. I knocked him to the ground and he breathed hard as I slid up over the rolling hills of hot muscle and climbed his prostrate body. I scooted up until I had his face, his mouth, exactly where I wanted it. Grabbing his head hard, I pulled him to me and forced my clit between his lips.

  The silky barrier of my panties made me mad, and I tore them. Then, with the shock of cool air the sensation of my lips on his tongue, his breath in my opening started a chain reaction of sparks and fireworks inside me. My hips rocked to grind the length of my slit across his lips and over his tongue.

  I leaned back to slip my hands over the firm ripples of his torso and into the front of his denims. A shiver ran through me as I found the pulse in the warm, silky skin on either side of his cock. His pelvis tilted, but I shoved him down in warning. “I’m in charge, big boy. We’ll do this my way.”

  Luka started to struggle, so I leaned further back. My swollen wings filled his mouth and I found his balls. I closed my fingers just tightly enough to let him know that I really was taking control.

  His eyes gleamed hard and defiant, but his mouth was obedient. The grin told me all I had to know. He said, “We’ll do this your way,” and I jolted as his tongue, like a precision weapon slipped between my wings, pressed in to part me, open me from the very back all the way slowly, deliberately to the front, to the hood, the base, to press against my stinging bean. And with a wicked chuckle that turned my insides to liquid, he added, “For now.”

  Luka’s strong lips and his agile tongue fanned and fueled my rising sensations. My swollen pussy ground into his mouth and he trilled and teased my mounting tides of clenching moans and breathless gushes. He took me to a tense, writhing plateau and held me there until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pushing down into his mouth, I seized his head and I shouted his name as I pulled him harder into me.

  His fingers raked my back and my rolling stomach as his tongue flew on my clit and then deep inside me. My face and neck were red and I was sheened in sweat. My clothes hung loose and askew like strips of rag.

  From beneath me Luka rose, lifted me on his shoulders until he stood. Then he slipped me down through his strong hands. He held me, my feet still off the floor, my wet face in front of his, and he looked me in the eyes. His voice grated low. “You being in charge, dominating like that?” His eyes flashed. “That’s fun.” My legs clung around him and he held me with one hand on the small of my back.

  “But now I’m going to fuck you.”

  And I felt him reach down with his other hand, below my ass. I felt his belt pull and undo. The pops of his riveted jeans as he pulled open the buttons. The rise of his cock’s slick head as it shoved against my willing, wet wings. He gripped me hard by my ass and his other hand mashed my breast as his mouth roamed, wet and greedy, on mine. My hips shuddered as his cock barely grazed me from my ass to my mound.

  I pushed down but he slid away, made me wait. I needed him so badly I was ready to cry. Then my whole body convulsed as he pierced me. His hard rod split me open so wide I gasped and moaned.

  I clung hard to his body with my arms and my legs. I raked my hands down his back, squeezed the hard globes of his ass and clawed the skin of his chest and his stomach. Pleading, I peered into the gleam of his hard eyes as my hips rocked along the rail of his cock, driving as deep as I could, my mound kissing his pelvis.

  Inside me, boiling floods of sensation rose and brimmed. Luka filled me, and my greedy pussy felt every pulsing ridge of his cock as he hammered it deep inside me, so far up I felt I would break.

  “You’re amazing.” He looked right in my eyes and his growl set off a bursting chain of flashes inside me.

  My fingers pulled in his hair and I cried his name. “Luka!”

  “You’re fucking wonderful, Alexa.”

  “Luka!”

  “And we’ve made a baby!” His cock got farther up me, deeper inside, and it stretched my walls wider. “I love you.” He pummeled me. My fingers clawed and my toes bunched, my back arced, and my dams all broke in a wild cascade.

  “Fuck me, Luka. Fuck me, don’t stop!”

  He slammed in harder and faster. I lost control and his cock pulsed, swelled, beat and pumped. I cried out again and he growled my name, “Alexa! God, I love you!” as his seed shot in hot bolts inside me.

  Afterwards, and all the way back to the apartment, he held me, kept me close. And that night, he didn’t let me out of his arms for a second.

  For the meeting, Carmine chose the club where I’d gone that first time to meet Vassily. When Luka and I arrived, Carmine was at the table with Princess, the girl who’d been so hospitable before. They seemed to know each other, and for some reason, I was comforted by that.

  Luka sat beside me. I wanted to hold his hand, but I knew enough to know that wasn’t a good way for me to deal with Carmine. To him, I should present an independent woman. A woman who keeps a man like Luka for the use he can be. A woman who might even marry, but still, practical considerations would come first.

  It wasn’t how I felt, but I knew it was how I needed to appear.

  Carmine said, “You’re going to have to think about how you’re going to manage things from here on.”

  It was hard for me to think about how I wanted to manage anything other than Luka’s body. That, and his coming baby. If the choice was mine to make, I would just side-step the whole issue of “managing things” for Carmine. Hand it all over to Luka.

  Carmine had asked me to join him in the elegant seclusion of this sophisticated club, saying, “I want to know what you want. What you want to do next. How you want to go on.” But it was a pretense, obviously. He didn’t want to ask me any of those things. He wanted to make sure that I understood what he wanted. And that I would do it.

  In pretending to ask what I wanted, he would tell me what it was that he wanted. While he asked me how I saw things, he would be telling me how he expected me to see them. There was no point in pretending it was anything other than what it was. Carmine wanted me as his captain, his deputy, to get what he wanted. That was all there was to it. I knew that this meeting appeared to be a celebration of my position, a position that I didn’t particularly want. In reality, though, I was here to receive orders.

  Carmine had appointed me to take Bruto’s place. Bruto, who had taken Tony’s place. I still had no idea how much Carmine had been involved in that. Had he thought about me taking over from the start? Had he arranged, or simply allowed, Bruto to pitch Tony off a boat so that I would take over from Bruto? Surely not, surely it wasn’t remotely possible. How would he ever have expected me to do it? I couldn’t forget, though, that Carmine had sanctioned Luka as my protector, and Carmine knew about Luka’s history with Bruto. Had this all been Carmine’s plan from the start?

  I couldn’t really imagine how he saw me in charge of half of his operation. Perhaps he thought that as a woman, I would be easy for him to control. I doubted it, though. It seemed that whenever Carmine showed me his approval or admiration, it was
over something where I had acted independently.

  I knew Luka wanted to stay as my protector and right hand. He didn’t want the responsibility for the running of anything, and he didn’t want to answer to Carmine.

  And it made no difference, anyway. Carmine had settled on me, and so I would do it. If I didn’t, my only choice would be to run, and I was sure that if I tried to do that, I wouldn’t get very far. These families have eyes and ears everywhere. Once you’re in, there’s only one route out.

  Well, two routes. You get out when you die, and you can be as good as out if you’re the top of the tree. To get there, though, the only way is usually when everyone above you has died. “This life,” they call it. They also say, “this thing of ours,” but that’s not really right. It doesn’t belong to them. To us. We belong to it.