Single Dad Boss: A Small Town Romance

by Kara Hart

  172

  Bianca

  “No way,” I tell him. “You tell me now or I leave.” I’m impatient. I want to know. There’s just something about him that sets him apart from the rest of them.

  “Alright, how about this,” he starts, “I’ll tell you a little of the story each time you come here. Deal?”

  It’s hot on the roof and he takes his shirt off to wipe some of the sweat off his forehead. I can’t help but look down at his glistening abs and ripped chest. He’s… well, shit. When I came into the building earlier, I noticed a set of weights, but I didn’t realize just how dedicated he was.

  “What?” he asks me, smiling, as if he knows what I’m thinking. I blush, feeling totally young and stupid. Here’s this guy who’s completely dangerous and I’m gushing over his body.

  “Nothing,” I cough. “That sounds good. You can tell me the story in bits and pieces.” My eyes trail down to his pants. They’re dusty and old, but I can tell he’s a man who likes to put himself together when he can. In his prime gangster life, he probably pulled in all the women he could handle.

  I suddenly feel my heart tremble with a heavy amount of excitement. There’s a warmth between my legs and I know I’m wet with longing for him. That cock of his, his body towering over me, it’s all I’ve been fantasizing about for days. And though I want to know more about his situation, I’m more interested in other things now.

  I stand up and walk toward the side of the roof to cool myself down. But he won’t let up. He’s right behind me and it’s not long before I feel his warm hand on my back. I nearly jump from surprise, even though it’s obvious what he’s after.

  “So,” he says with that deep voice of his. “What do you want to know?”

  “Everything,” I find myself saying. “Start from the beginning.”

  My heart pumps at double speed. I can feel each beat hitting against my sternum. I gulp down loudly and his chest touches my back. Jesus Christ, I’m practically dripping down my thighs. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this again.

  “Everything?” he asks me. I can just tell he’s got a huge smile on his face. His hands fall around my tight waist and I can barely even breathe. I’m so fucking nervous.

  “Everything,” I manage to choke out.

  I close my eyes and feel his hands skate around my curves. They fall down around my ass and move under the fabric of my skirt. I’m breathing quick and deep, feeling as his fingers find the lining of my panties. He fumbles at the edges and finally after what seems like the longest minute of my life, he pulls them around my waist.

  “Feel me,” I whisper. His palm falls flat on my pussy. With two fingers, he splits me open, spreading my wetness around my clit and lips.

  “You’re wet again,” he says. “I thought you didn’t want to do this. I thought you wanted me to leave you alone.” He slips a wet finger inside me and kisses my neck gently.

  “I’m here, aren’t I?” I smile. His tongue teases my neck and his lips close around my skin, sucking lightly. He pulls back and grunts. I can feel his cock thicken inside of his pants when I reach behind me and grip down.

  “I’m not complaining,” he says, sliding in two more fingers. He curls them up and presses them against my g-spot. I nearly choke on my saliva as a small amount of pleasure shoots inside of me. He kisses my shoulder and the top of my collarbone, and I find myself absolutely needing him.

  I turn around and he whispers “Take off your clothes, woman.”

  Normally I would object to a man using the word “woman” in that tone, but he knows I like when he says it. He knows I want him to treat me a little rough. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now, in his dingy squat.

  I hesitate and take off one strap of my shirt. He smiles and says “Faster. Don’t make a man wait for his dinner.”

  My panties are already hanging around my ankles, so that’s an easy fix. I unbutton my skirt and take off my shirt. Within five seconds, I’m fully naked. The buildings around us seem to be vacant, but if they aren’t, the people inside are surely watching us.

  I wrap my arms around my breasts as the wind rushes against my body, and I’m shivering. He grabs my arms and pulls them down. “I want to see you in all your beauty,” he mutters deep. “Besides, it’s your turn today.”

  He falls to his knees, in the prayer position, and he unbuttons his pants. “I need you to wrap those legs around my shoulders. I’m taking you for a ride.”

  Holy fucking shit. This is happening. I’m really letting myself get eaten by this killer. This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, besides giving him a hand job on my front lawn. Still, when did anything interesting and fun happen with a nice and wholesome idea? Fuck that. Deep down, I knew this is what I wanted. And I knew he was going to pleasure me like no man had ever before.

  I walk slowly toward him, rocking my hips back and forth. Now that I’m naked and showing everything to him and the world around us, I feel absolutely free. He grabs my hips and pushes me toward him. His lips kiss around my soft stomach, pursing around my navel. They drag down as my breasts fall against his face.

  “How are you this gorgeous?” he asks, looking at my body. He’s not even asking me. It’s like he’s talking to himself and God. This is more a religious experience for him than anything else. I grab his head and run my hands through his hair, letting my fingers trail down to his ear lobes.

  He takes a dive, but doesn’t eat me just yet. Instead, he licks around my core, teasing me as much as he can. He makes a roar-like noise, unable to contain his lust, and his hands squeeze around my ass, spreading me apart. “I need to taste you,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming about it all fucking week. You’re different from the other women. You’re so pure.”

  “Then taste me,” I say, kissing the top of his head. He shoots up and kisses me passionately, his tongue wrestling around mine. He pulls back and kisses my tits. “Suck on my lips.”

  He smiles eagerly and, finally, he wraps his whole mouth around my wetness and sucks me as if I’m a juicy fruit hanging from a tree in the desert. His tongue slips in and out of me, sliding open my lips with every turn it takes.

  Soon enough, my legs are wrapped around his shoulders and I’m holding on as he pulls on each lip lightly. Then, he falls back and says “Sit on my fucking face.”

  Of course, I’m happy to do as I’m told right now. He unzips his pants and pulls out his massive cock, and my God, it’s harder than anything I’ve ever seen. He strokes himself as his tongue massages against my clit. The very sight of him pleasing himself nearly throws me over the edge.

  I lean back and gaze at his cock as I gyrate my hips against his face. He puts three fingers back inside me and I feel a large amount of pressure push against my core. “I could eat your cunt for days,” he moans, between breaths. Every so often, he kisses and licks at my thighs as if he can’t get enough.

  “Maybe you should,” I moan, pressing my body down even harder against him. “I’m so close, Hunter. Make me cum. Don’t let up now.”

  He begins eating me mechanically, as if he was designed just to do this. A smile forms on my face as I feel myself nearing the edge. My mouth opens wide and I look at his pulsating cock. This is it. I can feel myself falling into ecstasy.

  I run my hands against his chest and fall forward. My body starts to twitch and tingle, and my pussy starts to contract. His tongue runs smooth and hard against me, and then I feel him hesitate and groan loudly. Soon, his hot cum shoots high across my back. He’s cumming at the same exact moment that I am.

  My thighs give out and it’s just him holding me up. My hands press against the edge of the roof and I give out a loud and high-pitched scream that echoes off of all the buildings around us. In this moment, Detroit is ours.

  I fall off of him and breathe heavily. I say, “I can’t believe you. That was something else.”

  “What?” he laughs. “You’ve never had an orgasm before or something?

  “Shu
t up,” I say. “I’ve had plenty of orgasms. I just didn’t think you mafia men knew what you were doing down there. Aren’t you guys like afraid of pussy?”

  He laughs loudly and kisses my breast. He slaps my ass and sighs. “Nah, plenty of us eat pussy. Those old school guys just lie about it. Though, I have my doubts they really know what they’re doing. As for me, I like pleasing my woman. I enjoy eating cunt.”

  “Don’t call it that. God, you’re vulgar,” I laugh. “I’m not your woman either.”

  He groans and throws me over his body, so I’m forced to look into his eyes. “Why not? You don’t like me or something?” He gives me that sly smile of his and I roll my eyes.

  “No,” I say. “I’m going back to San Francisco soon, remember? Plus, I don’t need another boyfriend right now. I’m tired of all that drama.”

  He tilts his head back in confusion. “Another boyfriend?” he asks me. “Did you just get out of a relationship or something?”

  I laugh awkwardly and turn away from him. “Something like that, yeah.”

  “What happened?” he asks. I groan and cover my eyes with my hands. Not now. Please, not now.

  “Just some bullshit. Let’s change the subject,” I say.

  “Alright,” he says. He jumps to his feet and grabs his shirt. He throws it around his shoulders as I grab my clothes and he smacks my ass when I bend down to pick them up. “I don’t need to pry. I don’t need a girlfriend either, by the way.”

  “Seems like it,” I laugh. “You know, with how many times you’ve asked me to be yours.”

  “Woman,” he says, “I’ve never asked you to be my girlfriend.”

  “Sure you have,” I smile, teasing him. “In so many words. After all, I’m the perfect woman, right? You said so yourself.”

  “Don’t twist my words, Bianca,” he shakes his head and heads for the door. “That’s what I tell all of the girls.”

  The bastard! I’m not mad though. In fact, it’s actually kind of cute how he tries to lie about his non-existent sex life. I’m sure at one point he had an incredible amount of power. Now, he only has this warehouse and, well, me. He was essentially powerless without my pussy.

  “Okay, I get it. You don’t need me after you’ve cum. Whatever,” I laugh. “Anyway, I’ll do you a favor and visit you in your prison cell tomorrow. You know, if you want me to.”

  He turns around in his “kitchen” and makes an angry face. “Sure. That sounds okay,” he says. “But I don’t need you or anything. You just help me pass the time.”

  “Right,” I wink at him. “I’m just helping you pass the time. I do what I can.”

  I get dressed and head toward the front door, feeling kind of annoyed, even though I know he’s too much of a man to tell me to my face that he has some kind of strange feelings for me. However, before I can leave, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek. “Why don’t you stay the night?”

  I laugh and push his arms off of me. “Why? So I can help you pass the time?”

  “C’mon,” he says, ignoring the question. “It’ll be fun. It’ll be like camping or something.”

  “Yeah, I remember when I used to go camping up in the woods, rats used to run over us all of the time,” I say. “No thanks, Hunter. I can’t. My dad will get paranoid and Ricky will know something is up.”

  “I guess you’re right,” he sighs. “Well, alright. I’ll see you when I see you.”

  “Yes you will,” I say. “Think of it this way. My absence will give you something to look forward to.”

  “You’re right,” he says. I wrap my arms around his chest and he pulls me in, kissing me one last time. “And next time I’ll tell you what happened. Maybe.”

  “Definitely,” I say. I walk into the street and don’t look back. I hear the door slide closed. Oh, what a day.

  173

  Hunter

  There’s nothing left for me to do, but continue my search for the ones that fucked me. The days pass and my gun gets hotter in my palm. Men fall and I leave their bodies for the police to discover.

  There’s the Sacco family in Boston and the Razetti family in New Jersey. Both end up killed and thrown in a gutter. This is my revenge and it’s what I deserve. At least, that’s what I used to feel. Now I’ve got this sinking feeling in my stomach and I don’t know what it is.

  Maybe it’s that guilt feeling people always talk about. You know, the thing they always mention in movies or TV shows. Well, this isn’t a TV show. This real life, and what they did to me is worth the harsh sentence. So why is it that I feel so fucking shitty?

  Bianca. That beautiful bitch Bianca. She’s making me feel all these feelings. And I gotta be honest. It’s throwing off my game. I used to be Hunter “the scalper” Scapoli. You want to know why? It’s because I cut from the center up. When men came face to face with me, they fell to their knees and started praying because they knew their time was up. Now, they might as well call me “lover boy.” It’s a shame to find a woman you like.

  I made a big trip up north because Bianca told me to move around more. I don’t want Ricky catching up to me, so I gutted the whole warehouse. Even she won’t be able to find me. So be it. I’ll find her when I need to. She’s right, this is my life we’re talking about.

  Against the swirling river below, I look up into the night sky and think about what I need to do. Michael "baby-faced" Tucciano is next on my list and I can’t wait to gut him. I push away all feelings of guilt and take a few deep breaths to center myself. This is business. This is what I have to do.

  I’m not just seeking my revenge. I’m going after all of the families. I’m killing off the underground. The cops are going to love a guy like me.

  Amongst the shadows, I see a man walking with his gumad. She’s a tall broad, blonde hair and blue eyes. And he’s whispering “I can give you the world,” to her with lecherous promise.

  That’s when I come in. I hold my pistol right above her head, all for effect. “Honey, why don’t you take a ride,” I say. My voice is rough from all the Jameson and cigarettes I’ve been chugging down lately. I guess it’s added to my gruff look because when she sees me, she nearly faints.

  “Son of a bitch,” Michael mutters. Of course, that’s when I aim the gun at his leg and fire. A bullet goes straight into his knee. He falls, clutching at his gaping wound and screams. “Do you know who I am? I’ll fucking kill you!”

  “Wrong thing to say,” I laugh. His woman has already run off, most likely to call the police. I can’t take any chances and I have to be quick, despite wanting to draw this one out. This is Michael Tucciano, after all. The United States Government has been trying to put this guy behind bars for almost a decade now. Of course, what they don’t understand is that it just takes one bullet. Just a gun and a bullet. Oh, and me, of course.

  I grab his collar and drag him into a nearby alley. I pat him down and find two pistols, a knife, some cigarettes and a lighter. His wallet has about 300 bucks. It’s nothing special, but I take it anyway because why the hell not? Plus, I’m thinking Bianca deserves something nice.

  This is where things start to become a problem for me. This feeling of revenge draws me out of the woodwork. It makes me feel special again, like a gangster. Suddenly, I’m not a homeless man anymore. “I’m Hunter Scapoli,” I say, through gritted teeth.

  He looks up at me and I slam my pistol against his cheek. “No,” he breathes heavily and spits out shards of teeth. “That’s impossible. I killed you!”

  “You didn’t kill shit,” I say, grabbing his hair and pulling him up. He winces with pain. “You left me for dead. What a stupid fucking move.”

  I aim my gun and pull the trigger. It clicks, but no bullet comes out. He shudders with relief. I toss the gun away and grab one of the two that I took form him. “Don’t go thinking it’s your lucky day. I’m sending you to hell.”

  “Wait, Goddammit!” he screams like a little fucking baby. “You were an informant. Did you really think we’d let
you walk?”

  I grab his ear and twist. “An informant? Who the fuck told you that joke? I was the underground’s best chance at taking us back to the golden days, before Rico. I was going to make us all rich, you idiot.”

  He screams and falls to the floor, exhausted and ready for what’s coming. “Ricky! It was Ricky Luciotti.” I aim the gun at his face and put the barrel in his mouth. He tries to shield his eyes and for some reason this makes me feel a sense of pity. I have to get this done before I turn into more of a pussy.

  “Ricky?” I question him. “Since when do you take orders from the Luciotti family? Answer me!” My finger is wrapped around that trigger and I’m about to fire until there’s no tomorrow.

  “We were all tipped off. You were seeing that girl. You didn’t know. She was FBI,” he sighs and gulps down when I take the pistol out of his mouth. “She was setting you up. The bitch was going to take down the Five Families.

  “Catherine? Bullshit,” I say, but now the thought has taken over my brain. I can’t stop thinking about her. Catherine. The one I thought I loved. She disappeared fast, didn’t she? “She died. Cancer. Everyone told me!”

  “They lied to you. That’s what the Feds do,” he says. I shove the gun back into his face and he closes his eyes shut. “Do what you have to do, but know that you were set up like a fucking punk. I guess we all were in the end.”

  “I don’t feel an ounce of guilt, you lying son of a bitch. The only thing I feel is complete and utter hatred for your kind,” I say, clenching my jaw.

  “You were just like me once,” he laughs, knowing his time is almost up. “You would have done the same exact thing if you were in my position, so don’t go acting all high and mighty. Your time will come soon enough. Go ahead. I’m ready, you motherfucker.”

  In the near distance is the sound of sirens and I realize what I have to do. “Goodbye,” I say. I pull the trigger and a small plume of smoke and blood shoots up into the air. My mind seems to slow everything down. I feel dizzy. Shit, I feel faint.