Dealer and his Bestowed Bride (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 2)

by Avery Hawkes

  Damn it, I wanted to bash his teeth in, but Piper was not having it. She dug her nails into my arm and pulled, bringing us down the stairs just as the police arrived at the scene. They'd be after us, no doubt. The douche bag back there would probably blame me for attacking him first. All Piper and I could do was run and pray that the cops wouldn't catch us. If so, it wasn't the end of the world, but it would be a wrench in our relationship with the Mafia.

  "This way," I told Piper in the gardens. There was a small exit to our right, one probably used by the gardener to haul fertilizer and other supplies. She followed me until we escaped onto the cobblestone streets of Florence. Sirens echoing behind us, we sprinted into the shadows of the ancient city.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Piper

  I didn't know how long we'd been running, but my feet were starting to kill me. I almost fell onto my face multiple times from running on the uneven roads. I was faster at running than Luca, but not by much. It had been a while since we had heard the sirens, but I was all turned around. The streets were tiny and I didn't see any landmarks that told me which way to go.

  Tired and needing a rest, I turned quickly down a small alley, not caring if Luca followed me or not. I didn't know if I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry or scream at the top of my lungs and tear something apart. All I knew was that I couldn't run any longer, my lungs were on fire.

  The alley was quiet, only a few windows faced it and all were shuttered from the cold. It wound around so I couldn't tell if it was connected to another street, but for then it felt like it gave me cover from the wandering eyes of the public. My chest rose and fell as I struggled to breathe. Leaning against the building, I closed my eyes and tried to think happy thoughts. Anything other than what had happened at that gala.

  Seeing Rob had set me back years. It turned me into the blubbering idiot and I had not expected that. I thought I was stronger, that a man wouldn't have that sort of control over me … especially not him.

  My breathing turned into half-sobs. As I tried to regain my composure against the building, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

  Luca.

  I turned around, sure that I looked like a mess.

  "Are you okay?" he whispered to me. He really cared and now I believed it.

  He had stood up for me in the ballroom, as uncomfortable as it made me feel. He had protected me from Robert at his own expense and at the expense of the mission.

  For Rob, I was an object that he used to get what he wanted. To Luca … I didn't know who I was to him. Whatever it was that drove him to action, it was enough to put his neck on the line.

  "Y-yeah," I lied, sniffing. "I just needed to catch my breath."

  "Piper—" He stepped up to me, all breathy from running. His face was red and his hair was tousled from the wind. He was so close I could smell him, sweat and cologne, mixing together like the perfect cocktail for my brain.

  "What?"

  "I'm sorry for what happened back there—"

  I placed my finger on his warm lips. I didn't know what it was, maybe his smell or maybe the adrenaline that pumped through the both of us, but I wanted to touch him.

  "Don't," I whispered before pulling back my finger.

  He opened his mouth again to speak, but then closed it. We studied each other, both covered in sweat and blood. Luca drew closer to me, driving me back into the wall. My lips parted in surprise and my eyes dared him on.

  There was an explosion as both of our lips met. I took his face in my hands and he grabbed my waist to pull me against his body. Our mouths crashed together like waves on the rocks in the sea.

  Salty, wet, and powerful.

  Heat started to rise between my legs. A low, dull throbbing rose up, like the beat of a drum. I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted another human being. How could a person I barely knew drive me to lustful thoughts so quickly? It was like he had the key to start my engine and turned it at his will.

  My fingers ran through his dense, curly hair, pulling at it as our kisses got more intense. I inhaled his breath, warm and damp like a tropical paradise. His tongue entered my mouth, fighting mine. His taste made me melt in his strong arms. As I felt his body against my own, I wished I could bottle what I was feeling in the moment to save forever.

  One of his hands moved along the skin of my thigh, bringing my dress up and exposing me in the alleyway. He pressed himself into me until I felt his manhood against my other leg. It was hard as stone and strong. My pussy quivered in anticipation, wanting his full length inside of me.

  I gasped and realized that even if we were covered by the shadows of an alley, we still were in public. Anyone could walk by and see Luca touching my intimate places. Never in my life had I done something so dirty, but I felt exhilarated by it. It didn’t matter how much grime covered the street, but the man who pressed himself against me.

  He pressed his mouth against my neck, sucking on my soft skin. As he imbibed

  Luca branded me as his own and ended with a bite. The pain and pleasure drove me mad, but what I really wanted was for him to be inside of me. I could already feel that I was wet, and the lacy black thong I was wearing wasn't going to help.

  "Oh God, Luca," I moaned.

  He pulled back and grinned. He was so damn sexy in the shadows of the alley. I wanted him more than anything and I was prepared to prove it.

  I lowered my leg down to the ground, keeping my eyes steady on him, then slowly descended until my knees were on the ground. He knew where this was going. His hand grasped my hair as I focused on unbuckling his dress pants.

  I could see the bulge in his underwear and did quick work to reveal his length before me. Luca was huge, pulsing and ready for my body to envelop him. Even though I wanted nothing more than his dick between my legs, I first needed to see how he tasted. My hands grasped his thick member, moving up and down to massage it. After a few, slow strokes, I leaned in to lick his length. He groaned between gritted teeth and I smiled at his pleasure.

  "You like that?" I asked. He nodded quickly.

  As soon as his eyes fell into my own, I took the head of his huge cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. The man bit his lip and quivered, but was holding back any moans that otherwise would have escaped him. I wanted to get him to the point where he couldn't help but make some noise.

  Slowly, I inched his dick deeper and deeper into my wet mouth. Because of his length, there was little room left for him.

  "Piper," he whispered. "Take it."

  "Mmmmmm," I moaned, unable to say much else.

  Deeper and deeper his cock went into my mouth, until it was hitting the back of my throat. I tried to relax, bobbing my head up and down his throbbing manhood. Suddenly, I felt his hand grab my hair and take charge, moving his hips in-between my lips. He thrust into me, taking me like I was his, fucking my soft mouth. Saliva dripped from the edge of my lips. His warm dick started to throb in my mouth and I could tell he was close.

  As quickly as he took charge of me, he released his hold on my hair and let his dick drop from my mouth. It was wet and dripping with spit, and there was nothing more I wanted than for that dick to be inside my pussy. I could feel my heartbeat, a steady thump that sent me into a tizzy.

  He helped me up like a gentleman, offering me his hand. He then pushed me up against the wall once more, kissing me passionately again. The taste of him still lingered on me, but it didn't seem to matter to Luca.

  "Fuck me," I panted in between kisses. "Oh God, I want you to fuck me so bad."

  His hand moved down my body, feeling up my curves, until it reached the end of my dress. He hiked up the skirt, until he had a plain view of my lacy black thong. I bit my bottom lip, my entire face red from being half-naked outside. His hand found my stomach, then moved down, a finger hooking into my thong and dragging it until it was around my ankles.

  There I was, full bare and ready to be fucked silly.

  I was so hot and bothered that I wanted to put on a show for h
im, moving my hand down my front to slide into my slit. I wanted him to watch me touch myself. Luca ate it up like I was candy; his eyes on me as I swirled my fingers around my clit, making my center warm and ready for his touch.

  There came a point where Luca couldn't wait and watch any longer. He grabbed me by the hips and brought me in toward his body. He moved my hand aside, replacing it with his own. His hands were larger, more rough than mine, but he knew how to make quick work of my cunt.

  Our kisses were steamy and his breath was intoxicating. He flicked my slick flesh, then drew circles around my clitoris. After giving my womanhood the attention it deserved, his hand slid down toward my hot opening. He slid one finger in, then two, just wanting to feel my insides, to drive me crazy before he let me have a taste of him again.

  He slid his fingers out, then replaced them quickly with the head of his gigantic cock.

  We stopped kissing and looked into each other's eyes. I saw an animal in his, a man who knew how to pleasure a woman. Luca was sexy, dark, and confident. He was everything I loved and hated about men, but no man had ever made me feel such intense desire and wanting. Oh, how I needed him to be inside of me. To take me. To fuck me until I could barely walk down the cobblestone streets of Florence.

  "Ahhhh!" He thrust his length into me in one smooth movement. It hadn't been that long since he had taken my body, but I still didn't remember what it was like to be filled by Luca Rossi. He barely fit inside my petite figure, his dick stretching my flesh out as it entered me. While it was painful to a degree, being filled by his substantial, throbbing cock sent shivers down my spine.

  He wasn't the type to go slow, either. Luckily, I liked it rough and dirty too.

  Luca pinned me against the wall, pushing me up against the hard surface with each thrust. Each movement he made sent him deeper inside of me. He gained momentum as we figured out how to balance our weight against the wall.

  We were one in that moment. I felt completed and at home in the dirty Italian alley. His dick sent me on a ride like no other and I found myself light headed with pleasure.

  I felt the pressure building up inside of me. Luca filled up every inch of me. I glanced at him, and those dark eyes looked back at me. I felt open to him, body and soul. He took pieces of me, all of my troubles were lost in his dark gaze.

  An explosion of passion and pleasure broke out from between my legs. Waves of orgasm washed through my body and I had to bite Luca's shoulder to keep me from screaming so loud the entire city could hear me.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful," Luca groaned. It was as though seeing me in the throes of orgasm was better than the sex itself for him. He rode me through my climax, just in time for him to shudder with pleasure.

  His hips moved faster and I had to steady myself against the wall in order to take the force that he was driving into me. I heard him moan, not caring if the people of Florence heard us, then he released himself into me.

  There was nothing like a man coming inside of you without protection. I wanted his seed to fill me up until it spilled out of me. Each thrust drove his essence deeper into my womb, deeper into my very being.

  "Oh God," I groaned. "Luca, oh God!"

  He kept pushing, his orgasm lasting longer than mine had. After he had completely emptied himself into me, he rested against the wall.

  We were both panting, still basking in the glow of our public sexual encounter. After we caught our breath, we looked at each other and then started to chuckle. With how insane the night had been, this was the cherry on top of the fucked-up cake.

  Then, there was a sound from above us.

  A slow clap.

  I looked up and there was a wrinkled Italian grandmother, who looked like she was taking down her laundry. She had a cigarette in her mouth and she was clapping her hands together.

  "Brava!" she said from the side of her mouth, still biting down on the cigarette. Her voice echoed through the alleyway and I realized how loud we had been.

  I turned beet red and both Luca and I burst out laughing. As quickly as we could, we adjusted ourselves and left the old woman in peace. We made our way down the streets of Florence with a new sexual experience checked off of our bucket list.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Luca

  "What the fuck happened last night?" Our boss stood up from the table where we had last seen him eat a full Italian meal. His face was beet red and I watched as his muscles tensed at the side of his neck. The man’s eyebrow twitched in anger. He looked like a pot that was about to boil over. "Everyone's talking about the low-level bar fight that broke out at a million-dollar event!"

  "Sir, I tried to make contact with Robert just to get a lay of the land. However, when I did, he tried to harass Piper."

  The woman next to me fiddled with her thumbs. She had been quiet with me all morning. The smells of the alley and the feeling of her tight cunt was still fresh in my mind. It seems she couldn’t get over the experience either, with all the secret glances she stole my way.

  I went on, "I take full responsibility for what went down last night."

  Franco wiped his hand across his face. "Fucking damn it. You're lucky my name wasn't tied to this bullshit, or else your head would be on a pike, Rossi."

  "I understand sir," I said. I sat a little straighter, my shoulders squared and my hands comfortably folded onto my lap. Even if I was in deep shit, my face stayed calm, serene, and in control. If I could control my body and mind, I could control the situation. At any minute Franco could snap his fingers and have the guards that stood beside him kill Piper and I. I wanted to stay on his good side.

  "And you," he turned to Piper as he took out a silver cigarette case and flipped it open. The man casually picked out a slender cigarette and placed it to his grubby lips. A guard reached into his pocket and lit it for him. Piper kept fiddling with her thumbs, barely glancing up at the man. Unlike me, it didn't seem like she cared what he thought. That made him angry.

  "Yah, what?" she asked, tilting her head.

  "You need to get your shit together. From what I hear you threw a drink on Mr. Georgeson?"

  "He was trying to kidnap me," she replied, glancing at the dirt underneath her fingernails.

  "I don't care if he was trying to fuck you right there for everyone to see. When you react, you need to do everything you can to not make a scene." He took a long drag on his cigarette, the smoke wafting up toward the ceiling. "It looks to me like you were trying your hardest to get me in the papers."

  We both were silent. The only sound came from the front of the restaurant, where the waiters were prepping the small room for dinner service.

  "What are you doing to fix this?" The large man asked, breaking our silence.

  "I can tell you one thing that the fight did right, it made him want to come beat the shit out of me at Garnet."

  "And that's a good thing … because?" Piper asked. She had finally sat up in her chair and was attentive to the people around her.

  "It's a good thing, because he'll be coming into our territory. We know he's angry and he'll eventually come to Garnet to exact his revenge."

  "He could send men to shoot everyone in the club, how do you know he will be there?"

  I looked and her and raised my eyebrows. "Robert KNOWS that you are with me. From what I saw yesterday, the last thing he wants is for you to be dead."

  Franco sat back and slowly bobbed his head up and down in agreement. "He has a point."

  "I don't know, Rob is … crazy." Piper said, her voice becoming weak.

  "But he wants you," I replied. "Enough to start a scene. Enough … that he was still willing to talk to you after you poured a glass of wine over his head. If you're the bait, then we can get him to the club."

  "What will you do once he arrives?" Our boss asked, a cough escaping him as he inhaled too much smoke. I held my chin, staring off into space in thought.

  "There are a few options. The first, is we use Piper to get some info about his club business. Somethi
ng illegal." Even as I said it I bristled. A job like that would probably take weeks or months and would require Piper to give up herself to Robert. However …” I glanced at Piper, whose gaze had become distant, “… he would want more than a pretty smile and a few drinks in order to give up such information.

  "Then," I went on, "there's the drug direction. We get him to the bar and offer him dirty drugs. Enough synthetic chemicals so that he OD's. Anyone looking into it would see that he was partying too much. A dead druggie club owner wouldn't make someone turn their head."

  "Finally, I think we should think about burning the place. It's the only other death that wouldn't seem suspicious."

  "Burning my NEW club?" Franco turned red and looked like his veins were going to pop out of his neck.

  "It would be tricky, we wouldn't want to set the entire neighborhood up in flames, but it could work. Piper shoots him when he comes into the bar from above, we set the entire place on fire and start fresh, with less competition in town."

  "That's insane," Piper told me, crossing her arms indignantly. "You could easily destroy surrounding historic buildings. Setting fire to Florence because of a petty squabble?"

  "She's right," Franco said. "Except for the petty part. Let's go with the drugs. It's clean, it's fast. I'd rather we stay away from fires so the government doesn’t get involved."

  "Yes sir" I said.

  "Leave," he waved his hands at us. "I'll prep my men. Be at Garnet tonight an hour before opening."

  The guards stepped forward, motioning for us to get up. We had no other choice. Sadly, this time we left the restaurant without a delicious meal.

  When we stepped outside, it was bright from the afternoon sun. I blinked for a second as my eyes adjusted to the glaring light. Everywhere, people were walking, riding on scooters, laughing, and enjoying their afternoons. For Piper and I, there seemed to be a cloud that loomed over us as we stepped out into the street.