by B. B. Hamel
I laughed. “That’s a surprise.”
“Come by again soon. Anytime, really.”
“Okay. Thanks, Nat.”
I turned and left the room. She shut the door behind me carefully.
I walked back to my room in a curious daze. I had just spent time with one of the most powerful women in the whole mob, and she seemed just like an ordinary woman. And more than that, she had pledged to help me however she could.
I didn’t know if I could trust her, but every instinct in me said that I should. I was so afraid to make the wrong move and get kicked out, but Nat had seemed totally sincere.
I headed back to my room and to Alexei, my head a dizzying combination of uncertainty and hope.
16
Vince
The only thing on my mind was war.
I should have probably been more attentive to Kaley, but I couldn’t be. I had to prepare my crew for war, get everyone geared up, and finish this Chinese deal.
The threat of violence was hanging over everything.
And truthfully, I didn’t fear it. Really, I welcomed it. I wanted to crack some fucking Russian skulls, break some kneecaps, kill some of those fucking scumbags that would go to war over something so fucking petty.
I didn’t see her for the rest of the night or at all the next morning. My mind was firmly stuck on the crew as we moved around the city, preparing safe houses, giving instructions to the foot soldiers, basically rallying the fucking troops.
Spirits were high, but they always were before the first bullets flew. I needed to make sure we didn’t crumble as soon as the real shit hit the fan.
Rafa was driving as we cruised through my territory on our way to speak to some local businesses about what was coming, just in case something happened on their turf.
My phone started to buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out. The number was from the Barone mansion, but I didn’t recognize it.
“Hello?” I answered. “Vince here.”
“Vince, this is Doctor Ridgewood.”
I cocked my head. That was the doctor who worked full time at the mansion.
“Hi, doc. What can I do for you?”
“Well, Vince, we got your test results back.”
“Test results?”
“The paternity test.”
“Shit,” I said. I had completely forgotten that in the insanity of the war prep.
“I know it’s early,” Doctor Ridgewood said, a small laugh in her voice. She was an older woman and kind; everyone liked her.
“Well, uh, let me hear it.”
“So, Vince, with about a ninety-nine percent certainty, Alexei is your son.”
I felt like a brick dropped in my stomach.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Vince. The boy is your son.”
“Okay,” I said, dazed. “Okay. Have you told anyone yet?”
“No,” she said. “Not yet.”
“You can tell Barone and them. Let me tell Kaley.”
“Okay. Whatever you want.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
“Any time.”
I hung the phone up and looked at Rafa.
“I’m a daddy,” I said.
He grinned at me. “Congrats, boss.”
“Fuck. Turn the car around; we have to head back.”
“Whatever you say.”
I was a father.
Alexei really was my son.
I knew it was true. As soon as I saw her with that baby in her arms, I knew he was my son. I had never really believed she was lying, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been interested in taking her in.
Still, it was hard news to swallow. I had gone from a man who could have and take whatever I wanted to a father. There was a child out there in the world, living right down the hall from me actually, who would call me daddy and depend on me.
I had to take care of another living human being.
I had no clue what I wanted from Kaley or what she thought of me. I didn’t know if I could be a father, if I even had it inside me.
I was a hard man. I didn’t live by normal rules. Lucas had figured out how to be a mobster and a father, but it had softened him.
I didn’t want to be soft. I had worked too damn hard to get where I was. Lucas didn’t have to worry since he was a Barone. But me, I couldn’t afford to calm down. I had to keep moving, keep cracking skulls, keep fighting for every inch the world gave to me.
And a son would slow me down. He would soften me.
But he was my responsibility. I was torn in half trying to figure what the fuck I should do.
We sped back toward the mansion, back toward my responsibility, and I had no clue what I was going to say or do.
But I had to see her. Kaley, the mother of my child.
And Alexei, my fucking son.
I knocked on her door, and I felt fucking nervous.
Vincent Mori, fucking nervous to see a baby.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him before. This wasn’t a new thing. But now I knew that I was the kid’s father, so everything just felt different.
I’d gone into drug deals, bought and sold weapons, even killed men and never once felt nervous. I played the game and fucking won it every time, and never once did I second guess myself or worry.
But there I was, standing in front of some girl’s door, feeling nervous.
The door pushed open.
And there she was. The mother of my son.
“Vince,” she said. “What do you want?”
“We have to talk,” I grunted.
She looked at me for a second and then let me inside. “What’s wrong?”
“Sit,” I said.
We walked over to her little table and sat down.
“Where’s the kid?” I asked.
“With Sonya,” she said. “She’s giving me a little break.”
I nodded and actually felt a little relieved.
As bad as it was to admit, I wasn’t ready to see the kid, not now that I knew what he was. This had all happened so damn fast that I could barely keep my head in the game, barely keep up with what was going on around me.
“I got a call earlier,” I said.
“What’s wrong?” she asked again, clearly annoyed.
I looked at her, frowning. She was so fucking gorgeous, so fucking perfect. Her pretty face was nervous, and I kept glancing down at her body. She was wearing this sexy little dress, cut low to show a hint of her tits, just enough to drive me wild.
“It’s about the kid.”
“Vince,” she said, “fucking say it.”
“He’s my son. I’m the father.”
She blinked. “I thought the results weren’t coming back until tomorrow.”
“They came early,” I said. “I’m the father.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay. I knew that.”
“I didn’t,” I said.
“You had to have known on some level. Why else did you let me in?”
She had a point there. “I understood that there was a strong possibility.”
“Okay, so.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Now you know. What happens next?”
I stood up and walked toward the window. “Not sure,” I said. “It’ll definitely help your case at least.”
“Vince,” she said. I heard her stand and come toward me. “I don’t care about that. I just want Alexei to be safe.”
I looked at her and grinned. “I wish I had a say in his name. Alexei? A Russian name? I have a son with a damn Russian name.”
She smiled. “What would you have chosen?”
“I don’t know. Something strong, something Italian, like maybe Geno or Rico.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I am really glad you had no say in Alex’s name.”
“What’s wrong with Geno? It’s a good, strong name.”
“You’re delusional. It’s an awful name.”
I grinned at her as she came a bit closer to me. I let my eyes r
oam down along her body, lingering on her breasts. She also had incredible legs, long and lean.
“Look, Vince,” she said, “it’s okay if you don’t know what you want yet.”
I took a step toward her. “I know what I want.”
“What’s that?”
“The same thing I’ve wanted since I first saw you.”
She didn’t move as I came closer to her, closing the gap between us. I could see the flush in her cheeks, practically could hear her heart hammering in her chest. I was betting that when I reached below that dress, I was going to find her soaking wet.
And I was going to reach below her dress. I could feel my cock raging against my pants, hard as hell just looking at her body in that dress.
I stopped inches away from her. “It’s always been you, Kaley. From the second I saw you, I’ve wanted that fucking delicious pussy.”
“You’re only just saying that.”
“You already forgot the other day?” I asked. “I remember. I remember how you tasted, how you came.” I reached up and wrapped my arm around her lower back and pulled her against me.
She didn’t try to stop me. She pressed against my body and looked up at me, her lips parted.
“I remember,” she said.
“Good. Think about how I can make your body feel.”
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s dangerous, but I know.”
“Damn right, girl,” I said. “It’s fucking dangerous. But that just makes it so much sweeter.”
And then I kissed her, pressing my lips hard against hers.
She returned that kiss, wrapping her arms around me. Desire flooded through me as she pressed herself hard against me, kissing me hard and hungrily. I grabbed her sweet ass, pressing her harder, and she moaned slightly against my lips.
I moved down and kissed her neck. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You’ve been dreaming about how I’d fuck your perfect pussy.”
“Please,” she groaned.
My hands slowly roamed down toward the hem of her dress and slid up along her thighs. She let out a soft moan as I slowly found her pussy.
And as I predicted, it was soaking fucking wet.
“Exactly what I thought,” I said. “You’re soaked for me. How badly do you want this?”
“Vince,” she moaned as I found her pussy and began to softly stroke her. “We need to be careful.”
“There’s nothing careful about me, princess,” I said. “It’s all or nothing. I want this cunt and I want it now.”
I slipped my hand beneath her panties and found her soaked clit, pressing gently in slow circles.
“Oh shit,” she gasped. “That feels amazing.”
I rubbed her in soft, slow circles, her soaking pussy begging for it.
“I want so much more,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to make you feel so much more.”
“Vince,” she gasped as I slipped a finger deep inside her.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you can’t stand.”
“I want you,” she said.
“Say you want me to fuck your pussy.”
I kept rubbing her clit, alternating between fucking her with my fingers and rolling her swollen spot. She was clutching on to my shoulders, her body tense. I could feel her losing herself in every motion of my fingers, every new word I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck my pussy, Vince,” she said, half a moan. “Fuck me. I need it.”
“That’s right,” I said to her. “I know you fucking do.”
I grabbed her hips and pushed her back toward the table. She stumbled, but I caught her, lifting her easily. I sat her down on the table top and she laughed as I kissed her neck.
“God I love this fucking body,” I said, kissing down her throat and along her breasts. “Fucking incredible.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I speak only the truth.” I pushed her back slightly, and she rested herself on her hands. I reached up her dress and found her panties and pulled them down. They slipped easily off her skin, and she lifted her hips up. I tossed them aside.
I pressed a finger deep inside her and she gasped. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and kissed her mouth, my tongue rolling along hers. I fucked her pussy with one hand and held her hair tight with the other, kissing her, working her body.
I pulled back slightly and grabbed one leg, propping it up on the table. She stared at me, mouth hanging open, her pussy dripping wet. I pulled the hem of her dress up slightly and grabbed her hips, pushing my mouth against her pussy.
I licked her clit softly and she moaned, one leg up on the table, resting back on her hands. “Oh my god,” she said.
I sucked and licked her clit like that, and she lay back all the way, holding on to the top of the table. I kept her one leg up as I sucked her and ate her pussy, my tongue rolling down to press inside her.
I used a finger to fuck her as I licked her clit again. I knew she fucking loved it by the way she moaned loudly, saying my name and gripping the table.
She reached down after a minute and grabbed my head, pulling my hair. I gasped from the slight pain and laughed, looking up at her.
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t make me come.”
“Don’t worry. You have to ask for permission first.”
“Vince,” she said as I pushed my fingers inside her, sliding them in and out. “Don’t tease me. Please.”
“Tease you?” I asked. “What do you want then?”
“I want you to fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”
I grinned at her and pressed my fingers all the way inside her. I leaned forward as she sat up, her mouth open, and kissed her.
I slowly moved my fingers out and reached up. I took the straps of her dress and pushed each one down. Her dress was yellow with little blue flowers and buttons all down the front. The straps came off easily, and I pushed the dress down, revealing her full, perfect tits.
I kissed her chest softly and she moaned. I kissed her lips and then stepped back.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please,” she moaned.
I unbuckled my belt as she sat forward. She reached out and undid my button and my fly, and I pulled my jeans off. I tossed my gun aside and then unbuttoned my shirt. She watched as I slipped it off, and she pressed her hands against my skin, tracing the black lines of ink along my chest.
“I love these,” she said.
“You like a hard man with tattoos?”
“I shouldn’t, but I do. I know what men like you want.”
“What do we want?”
“You want to fuck girls like me.”
I laughed and pressed my hand against her pussy again. “You’re damn right we do.”
She reached forward and began to stroke my hard cock as I worked her pussy more, kissing her mouth. Her cunt was so fucking wet. I needed to fuck her, needed to press myself deep inside her.
I stepped back and reached into my jeans, fishing a condom from my wallet. She watched me eagerly as I tore it open and rolled it down my length.
I pulled her legs up and put them on the table, laying her back down. I stood there, her pussy at the perfect height, dripping and so fucking enticing.
“Say please,” I said. “Beg me.”
“Please, Vince,” she groaned. “Please. Fuck me. I need it.”
“Yes, yes, you do.” I pressed her legs open wider and slowly pushed my cock deep inside her.
She moaned loudly. “Oh my god,” she said. “Shit. I forgot.”
I grinned as I pushed myself to the hilt, filling her completely. She was so wet, it was nothing to just slide inside her.
“Forgot what?”
“How fucking big you are.”
I began to stroke her, sliding in and out slowly. “Fuck your pussy feels as good as it tastes,” I said.
She moaned as I began to fuck her, sliding my coc
k in and out, rocking her body back. She held on to the table as I held her hips, working my cock deep inside her, working her hard, fucking her deep.
I used my thumb to softly rub her clit as I stroked deeper and harder, fucking her rough. She was moaning with abandon, saying my name over and over, and that drove me fucking wild. I wanted to make her sweat, wanted to make her body crave more and more.
I fucked her rough and hard on the table, her legs spread wide for me. I loved watching her full breasts shake as I fucked her hard with deep, rough strokes.
“Oh my god, Vince,” she said. “It feels too good, too fucking good.”
“This pussy is mine,” I said. “I love the way you grip my cock. I love the way you say my name. I want to fuck your cunt until you can’t breathe anymore, until you come so hard you forget your name.”
I fucked her deep and rough, her body pressed against the table, taking my thick cock. She was loving it, moaning loudly and saying my name.
“This cunt is fucking perfect,” I said, rubbing her clit, fucking her deep. “I want you to take my cock over and over, beg me for it. And I’ll let you come when I want you to.”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her harder against me. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth, fucking her like that, grinding my cock inside her. She moaned into my kiss, taking me, and began to work her hips, rolling them side to side. She worked her hips as I fucked her, kissing her mouth, her moans driving me fucking wild.
And then I stood and pulled back. I grabbed her hips and slid her off the table. She landed on her feet and I spun her and shoved her over. I spread her legs nice and wide and touched her dripping pussy with my fingers.
“This is what I like,” I said, lifting her dress up above her hips, “your pussy dripping wet, your ass up in the air for me, ready to take my cock.”
I grabbed her hips and thrust inside her. I slipped in so easily. She was soaked beyond belief.
“This cunt is the perfect fucking fit,” I whispered in her ear. “I love your ass too, girl.”
I grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her from behind, fucking her hard. I gently grabbed her breasts as I slammed deeper and deeper into her.
“Fuck, Vince,” she moaned. “Fill me up. Fuck me harder.”
I grabbed her hips and thrust deeper, harder, fucking like an animal. Waves of pleasure and desire ran through me, and I needed her pussy, her cunt, her body. Everything about her drove me insane, especially the way she begged me to fuck her harder.
