Taken by the Boss: The Ruzzo Family

by Belle Winters

  He gave me a grateful smile. “Ya know… I really like you. Someone else would’ve probably given me shit.”

  I laughed. “Don’t sweat it,” I said and headed back to the VIP section. As I was walking, I spotted Becca walking down the hall towards Giovanni’s office. My teeth clenched tight, and my hands balled up into fists. Every time I thought about it, I kept telling myself that it wasn’t worth my time. But seeing this shit right with my own two eyes was a slap in the face. I felt that shit resonating and fuck if I didn’t feel like retaliating.

  As I made my way back up the stairs, I reminded myself that I needed to be professional. Fuck whatever it was with him, I needed this job. The pay was too good to pass up because he was a womanizing prick. I found Kelly and offered a smile. “You’re up for a break, I’ll handle this until you’re back.”

  She let out a sigh of relief. “You are an angel Julie, seriously.” She said.

  I stepped ahead of her to the table who orders she was taking. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I will help you until she’s back,” I said with a smile. The table was full of guys and a few girls. The guys gave me grins while the girls scowled at me from having stolen the attention of the table. My hand itched to flip them off, but I refrained.

  “What’s your name beautiful?” One of the guys asked.

  “Oh, my… where are my manners…” I said. They didn’t really need to know, but I know how this all works. “I’m Julie, what can I get for you all?” I asked.

  He looked me up and down. “We were ordering drinks,” he began and licked his lips. “We can start at the beginning.”

  They all began giving me their orders which I jotted down. I finally came to a guy who seemed to be the center of the table. He grinned at me. “I’d like a bottle of Jack, and you can bring us a pitcher of coke.” He said. I wrote it down, and one of the girls hanging off of his arm slapped his chest.

  “I don’t drink that.” She cooed. “Can you get us, girls, some wine?” she asked as she pushed up against him.

  He barely seemed to notice as his gaze lingered on me. “Nah, we’re not doing wine tonight. We’re celebrating me going to my new team in the NFL. We’re getting fucked up.”

  She pouted. “But – “ she began, but he cut her off.

  “If you want wine, go the fuck away and buy your own.” He said dismissively. She frowned but stayed silent. I wanted to scoff but held it in.

  “Alright then, I’ll be back with your drinks,” I said as I walked off.

  They’d had a big order so I couldn’t take anymore. They took forever to order, so I knew that when I went back up there, I was going to be bombarded. He must be the center of attention though because unlike any other time I was taking orders no one tried to interrupt or get my attention.

  I waited and as Rick filled my orders. I scanned the room taking in the packed place and shook my head. This was pure fucking madness. I’m sure a lot of people were here because they knew that crowd was going to be here. Shit, I’d need a raise if this was normal. I’d been lost in my thoughts as I saw Becca reemerge from the hallway. She caught my eye and gave me a grin. She went to adjust and smooth her clothes and threw me a knowing wink before going to clock back in. Today was going to be the death of me or someone because if I had one more fucking incident, I was going to lose my shit.

  I made my way back upstairs and to the table, and immediately noticed that the women that were there before were gone. It was only guys at the table, and they all looked at me hungrily. It made me uncomfortable, but I swallowed it down and began placing down everyone’s drinks. There were a lot of thank you’s and compliments to which I forced a smile for. I was itching to get away from them, something wasn’t sitting right with me. When I made it to the head of the table and placed the Jack on the table in front of him, I felt a hand skim quickly up the inside of my thigh to my panties. I froze and heated at the same time.

  When we had finished the last round, Dante called to say they were downstairs for us to come down. Giovanni had just cum in me again which at this moment created a churning in my stomach, I wasn’t on birth control the fucker. I’d jumped up and was going to try to clean up quickly when I felt his cum starting to leak out of me, and he stopped me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “Leave it. I want my scent on and in you.” He said.

  I narrowed my eyes. “No, that’s ridiculous you fuck. Your cum shouldn’t even be in me, to begin with.” A second thought occurred to me, and I felt like I was hit by a truck. “I’m not on birth control, Gio, oh my god, I don’t have sex!” I said.

  He laughed like this was a joke. “It’s already there. I padded your pussy and womb with my cum the first time. That’s my pussy, and when you’re working tonight, I want you and everyone else to know that I am there even if I’m not.”

  I frowned. “That’s insane. Do you know how crazy you sound?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck.”

  I groaned. “You're not being rational.”

  He cornered me. “What the fuck does it matter? You’re mine! I can do what I fucking, please. Now we need to go. Get dressed.”

  I opened my mouth to argue, and he stuck his fingers in me like he was trying to keep his juice inside of me. I moaned at his animalistic nature. “You’re sick.”

  He nodded. “I am. And you’re mine. Let’s go, or you’ll be late.”

  That ended the conversation as he turned and began to get himself together while I rushed to get my stuff on. As we walked out the door, I felt my panties getting wet from our mixed cum, which in turn made me wet.

  On its own accord, at the memory I got wet all over again and then realized his hand was touching the wet spot on my panties.

  “Fuck you’re wet.” He said.

  No, he wouldn’t know that… I grinned. “No. I’m not wet, what you’re touching is another man’s cum flooding my panties.”

  I was being calm, but he didn’t know. He wouldn’t until it was too late. I was already on edge, pissed. Now… I was violated and completely unhinged. He had no fucking clue who I was or what he just did but he crossed a line that has never ever been crossed before, but I knew that whatever happened was out of my hands. I could feel it rising in me, it was like a storm.

  This is how it always is. It starts out slow… a mist, then by the time you get halfway down the block it’s a full-blown outpour. Right now? It was starting to become big heavy droplets. I was ready to detonate. Too bad for him, I wasn’t going to be a bomb, this shit was going to be nuclear. DEFCON 1 ain't got shit on what I was ready to unleash. These people have no idea… almost no one does. What I’m capable of, what’s hidden deep inside of me.

  “We can change that.” He suggested as he made a move to get beneath my panties.

  I snapped.

  His wrist was in my hand in a second, and then I smiled as the crunching resounded in my ears. I kicked him in his chest sending his chair flying back, and I straddled him. His right arm moved to swing, and I caught it in my hand. I grabbed him, so I had his arm twisted at an awkward angle and smiled at him.

  “Wanna have a good time huh big boy?” I asked voice laced with menace and sex. He looked at me in both pain and confusion. “Oh, what did you think? This is my idea of a good time. I like it rough. This is my form of foreplay.” I said as I tightened my grip and he yelped out. His left arm was useless because I knew his wrist was broken and I gave him an evil smile.

  I wouldn’t normally react like this. Teasing and wanting to break every bone in his body but I was angry. Everything from today hit me hard all at once, and I was in the makings of an episode in record time. Suddenly, I felt hands on me pulling me back. My elbow flew back into the closest body, and I heard a grunt, but they didn’t release me. I was suddenly in fight or flight mode. I felt it, the darkness clouding my vision towards a blackout and instead of fighting them I fought it. I wanted to be aware of what was happening. As mad as I
was, I knew I couldn’t. It was something I told myself I’d always fight. I’ve buried it already and in my grave is where it needs to stay. The blackness danced on the edge of my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut wishing that it would clear. I didn’t need to panic, I needed to be in the here and now. Come on, come on Julie. When I opened my eyes back, my vision was beginning to clear but not completely. I bent and used all of my strength on my right side and flipped the big mother fucker off of me. There was still a grip on my left side, and they gripped me on the right lifting me off the ground. Oh fuck, I was probably screwed.

  *****

  Giovanni

  “Boss!” a hectic voice called out to me as he busted into my office.

  I’d blew off some work earlier rushing to get back to Julie so that I could get her home to take care of her shit. I told myself that I’d take care of it here and I’d been engaged in just that. I hated being interrupted.

  “Alex, go the fuck away,” I said dismissively.

  “There’s a fight upstairs…” he began, and that caught my attention.

  My gaze snapped up to the door as Dante and Angelou crowded him. “Why aren’t the bouncers taking care of it?” Angelou asked advancing on him.

  “They’re going… but it’s that new chick. The crazy twin.” Alex got out breathlessly.

  I tensed and looked up at the screen, a habit that I’ve not done today since I got an annoying visit from Rebecca. Sure enough, Julie was there, and she was straddling a guy before she twisted his arm at an odd angle, and two big ass fuckers rushed her and snatched her up. I felt my blood boil to max, and I grabbed my Glock heading to the door. Both Angelou and Dante watched me with hesitant eyes.

  “Boss, we’ll take care of it and get them down here,” Dante spoke up.

  I shook my head. “Like fuck, you will. I’m offing every one of those fuckers.” I said as I tried to push through, but they formed around me like a stone wall.

  “Exactly. You’re going to do something, and there will be no coming back. The place is packed, let us handle the club, and we will let you handle the situation. We’ll stop it and bring them back.” Angelou said with a no-nonsense attitude.

  What he said made sense but I wasn’t hearing it. “I will cap all three of you if you don’t let me the fuck out,” I said.

  Angelou gave Dante some look right before he rushed me. My office door slammed shut as I swung Angelou around and uppercut him. I had a gun in my hand the next second against his head. “Do you forget who the fuck is the boss here?” I asked. I leaned in closer. “I love my sister, but that won't stop me from eradicating a fucking problem,” I said.

  He shook his head. “You’re not thinking straight. You like this girl! I won't let you go out there and start murdering fuckers in front of who knows who the fuck. I’ll let you do what you do… in private. They are moving the party here.” He said.

  His words filtered in and I knew he was right but I was over this shit. I wanted to tear someone apart at this second. I began pacing back and forth across the office. Every second felt like a fucking day to me at this point, and I was becoming more and more agitated. Finally, my door was pushed open with force as Dante and Alex came in with four people. Dante had one guy by his shirt dragging him as he bitched, another big mother fucker that I recognized as one of the fucks that were trying to restrain Julie, and Alex had the other one who looked unconscious. Julie sauntered in on her own behind them.

  I immediately began walking to her. She caught my eye, and I paused. Her eyes were guarded, angry and untrusting. I felt a chill in my body at that. She wasn’t directing that at the situation but directly at me, I could feel it, and that shit rattled me. Was Angelou right about her all along? That shit just pissed me off more. Here I was, ready to murder a fuck for her and she’s acting shaky, it didn’t sit well with me one bit. It only encouraged my rage, and then I would have to decide whether or not I had to off her ass too. Was this shit a setup? If so, they’re all dead. My stomach clenched at the thought of harming her, but I’d do what the fuck needed to be done.

  I tuned all of that shit out and went into the kill zone. No feelings, no anything. This was business, and that’s how I was going to deal with this shit. I looked at Julie and pointed the gun at her. I used it to gesture to a chair. “Sit,” I demanded.

  She looked like she wanted to fight me on it, but she must've seen it in my face that there was no give, no saving grace. She crossed me wrong the moment she walked into the room, and she was just as much dead as any other mother fucker in this room. She didn’t fucking know Giovanni, the fucking boss, but she was about to learn. I would save her ass for last. The thought had me even more livid. I needed to divert my attention before I just went off the chain and put a bullet in between everyone's head in the room. She did as I said, with some anger and sass but fuck that shit.

  I turned to the other three fuckers in the room. They were each on their knees with a guy ready to take them down in case they got some balls. “Do you have any idea what the fuck you just did?” I asked.

  The biggest mother fucker spat on the floor and glared at me. “Do you know who the fuck we are?” he asked.

  I smiled wide. “I don’t give a fuck who you think you are. This is my place of business…” I took a few steps towards him and bent down, so I was looking into his eyes. “You’re not that fucking stupid are you?” I asked.

  His face went pale, and I cocked my head to the side. I had my gun loosely in my hand sitting on my lap aimed at him. “You’re… you’re Giovanni.” He sputtered.

  I grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”

  The guy in the middle, who I recognized as tonight's guest of honor Hamilton, that booked the VIP section. “Fuck man, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to start no trouble in here. Swear, it will never happen again.” His eyes swung to Julie, and he scowled. “We were just trying to have a little fun. That bitch over there was the one who made a scene.” He hissed.

  I sighed and stood to my full height before punching the fucker in his throat. He gurgled and wheezed as he tried to recuperate from the blow. “That’s the problem. You made this a personal fucking problem when you touched what’s mine.” I said making sure I put emphasis on the word, so they got the fucking point. They did if their groans were any indication. They were keeping up and should be aware just how fucked they truly were.

  I was pissed, livid, and the fact that I had to tread carefully with this one wasn’t helping. The issue is, this douchebag was in the limelight. I can’t just off his ass and dump him. People will be looking for him, and after the shit that went down upstairs in front of all those people, I would definitely be getting some heat. The fucking feds knew about me, but they just could never pin anything on me. I met Angelou’s eyes, and I saw he was thinking the same… but I just couldn’t let this go.

  A scoff tore my attention away from my little dilemma, and all eyes swung to Julie. “Oh please.” She said her eyes glaring at me.

  My eyebrows jumped up. “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “Yours?” she shook her head. “I’m not yours. How dare you?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “Can this wait until I’m done here?” I asked gesturing to the three fuckers in front of me.

  She stood and advanced on me. “You don’t get to do this you know. You don’t have the right!” she screamed as she poked me in my chest with her finger.

  I grabbed her wrist. The fuck? “Julie, I will deal with you later.”

  She crossed her arms. “No. I don’t want to deal with it later, I want to deal with it now.”

  I was getting annoyed and pissed way the fuck off. “Not now. This time, you need to stand down… I have something more important to deal with.” I warned her one last time.

  She threw her hands up in the air and let out an aggravated scream. Holy shit, the broad was nuts. She stormed off like she was going to leave, but instead stopped by Alex. “What the fuck is taking so long then huh?” she taunted me. “I th
ought you were big and bad. You’re fucking talking us all to death.”

  I could feel my anger hitting an all-time high as heat rose up my neck and face. My eyes narrowed to slits, and I had to keep my hands in fists to keep from lashing out on her ass. She moved fucking quick, and before I knew it, she’d pulled Alex’s gun from his waistband. She laughed, but it sounded forced. “Isn't this what you do?” she continued fucking with me. “I’m a tough guy. Bang. Bang.”

  The gun went off, and I watched as Hamilton’s body jerked as he screamed out in pain before falling forward. My head snapped back to Julie who was pale and shaking. The gun dropped from her hands, and the clatter of it hitting the ground caused her to yelp and jump back. Fucking hell. I met Angelou’s eyes.

  “Handle this,” I ordered.

  I was livid. I stormed over to Julie and grabbed her arm. She yelped, but she would get over the handprint. It was keeping me from choking the shit out of her. I dragged her from my office and to the lockers where I pulled out her shit and tucked it under my arm. I never released her, and she struggled to keep up with my quick strides. I saw a few curious glances from my staff, but I didn’t have it in me to give a flying fuck at the moment.

  I tore through the parking lot and practically tossed her into the backseat of the car. I didn’t get in right away, I stayed next to it instead pacing. I tried counting, and all type of shit to try to reign it in. I have no idea what any of that shit was about, but I didn’t trust myself at the moment to handle this rationally. She fucked up – man, she fucked up. If anyone else had made that move, I would’ve dropped them before they realized what they’d done.

  I don’t know how long I paced, but eventually, Dante and Angelou emerged. They both wore grim expressions and looked slightly sick and weary. They got in first without a word and eventually I slid into the backseat. I stared straight ahead trying to pretend she wasn’t there. Her scent was invading my fucking senses, and I could hear her unsteady breathing. I knew she was staring holes in the side of my head, but I couldn’t look at her.