Mafia Princess

by Bella J

  I tried to move a little to the right so I could see more of her, but the eldest one of her guard dogs was blocking my view.

  Amazing how one family could hold so much power that they made an entire crowd come to a complete standstill just by a simple fucking entrance.

  It’s only when they walked past me that I got a good look at Karina, and fuck me—she looked amazing in a black mini dress, flaunting those toned calves and the silky smooth skin of her thighs. Her long curly hair draped perfectly over her shoulders, and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to fist those beautiful locks while my name was the only word her entire vocabulary consisted of as my cock filled her to the fucking brim.

  I shifted in my seat trying to get a more comfortable position for my now rock hard cock. Looking like that I’m surprised Daddy Dearest let her out of the house—not that I’m complaining.

  Okay, Stone. Focus. You did not come here to perv over the enemy’s daughter. Although I could see it as a career perk, couldn’t I? Yeah, that’s how I would justify my raging hard-on currently pushing painfully against my zipper.

  I shot back the last mouthful of whiskey before ordering a new one hoping that the sting of the alcohol would tame my inner beast that craved sex, sweat, and heady moans.

  While the Valenti siblings made their way up the stairs to the top floor I sipped at my newly refilled glass watching their every move. Naturally they were treated like fucking royalty. The waitresses all swarmed around them shoving drinks into their hands. And of course, they got the best table in the club, right at the front of the balcony—which definitely worked in my favor since I now had a clear view of them from where I was sitting.

  Unfortunately my gaze was glued to one specific Valenti the entire time. I just couldn’t ignore how that damn dress of hers accentuated every curve of her perfect body. It was like that black little number teased me, taunted me, willing me to forget all about why I was really here—to watch and observe all of them, hoping to get some sort of clue as to where everyone fit into this giant puzzle of crime.

  Karina took a seat and my eyes zeroed in on her thighs as she crossed her legs. Good God, that woman had killer legs—legs I’d love to have folded over my shoulders. I bet they felt like fucking silk, all luxurious, soft, and sleek.

  I’m such a pervert.

  I’m going to hell.

  I don’t care.

  Dante and Antonio boxed her in as they both took a seat on either side of her. It’s pathetic how they acted like she didn’t have a will of her own. I was willing to bet that she was busy having a cursing fest inside of her mind right about now.

  In the back of my mind I knew I should have been on the lookout for anything and everything suspicious, but deep down I was painfully aware of the fact that I was actually here because of her. I was here to see her. What the fuck was that about?

  A waitress with a tray full of shots walked past them and leaned down while Antonio and Dante each took a glass. When Karina tried to reach for one, Antonio waved the waitress away leaving Karina empty handed. By the way she pouted and crossed her arms I knew she was pissed off. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. She’s cute when she’s pissed off. She was cute when she smiled, too. Basically, she was just always fucking cute, no matter what she did. I’m such a fucking weirdo.

  For the next hour and a half I just sat there and watched the lot of them. Dante had three girls draped over him like Sunday morning’s laundry. Antonio was watching a woman dance on the table in front of him, giving him his own personal show. Lucky son of a bitch.

  What I did notice was that Karina had been going to the ladies’ room quite a lot during the last hour. Something else I noticed too—which her brothers didn’t—was that she had been sneaking in shots en-route to or from the ladies room. Clever girl.

  The bartender placed another drink in front of me and I thanked him without looking his way. I’m too busy watching Karina looking as hot as fuck in her black dress.

  She leaned into Dante saying something to him. He nodded, and then she walked toward the stairs down to the bottom floor.

  The way she looked, and the way she walked, was like she owned everyone and everything around her. Men strained their necks to get a better look at her, yet she was completely oblivious. She didn’t notice all the inconspicuous glances her way, but I did. I noticed all the fucking assholes drooling after her like slobbering dogs, and it made me wish I had the right to punch each and every one of them in the balls.

  With every step she took down the stairs I felt the excitement brewing inside my chest. Or is it in my pants? I don’t know. But what I did know was that I wanted to get closer to her—which was why I suddenly jumped off my seat and started pushing and shoving my way through the crowd toward her.

  The second she took that final step I was right in front of her, and the way her eyes widened when she saw me made me smile like the fucking Cheshire cat.

  “Miss Valenti. What a surprise seeing you here.”

  She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes speculatively at me. “Is it?”

  “Is it what?”

  “Is it a surprise?”

  I stepped closer, the now short distance between us causing me to tower over her. “I guess you’ll never know.”

  She looked up at me, and our eyes were etched on each other. Suddenly I was hyper aware of the fact that we were surrounded by sweaty bodies, the smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex. The lights, the music, the atmosphere all played perfectly together like the entire night consisted with one goal in mind—ecstasy.

  The way her brown eyes darkened, her lips slightly parted, I knew she was aware of it too.

  Her throat moved as she swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling, and I’m wondering—no, hoping—that it was because of me, because of how close I was to her right now.

  “What are you doing here, Detective?”

  “This is a club, Miss Valenti. I’m here to have some fun.” I don’t inch away. I loved the fact that we were this close, that I could see the faint shimmer of perspiration on her chest running down between her breasts. The way the yellow lights caught the side of her face made her eyes seem like they had stripes of gold swirling around in them—almost magical. With her long dark hair hanging down her naked shoulders, her smooth olive skin begging to be touched, Karina looked like a fucking exotic goddess—a goddess I’d like to be buried in balls deep.

  She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Somehow I doubt that.”

  “Don’t tell me I don’t look like the fun type?”

  “You don’t look like the nightclub type,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine.

  I stepped closer. “What type do I look like?”

  Her dark eyes glanced down to my mouth, and then up again. There’s a hunger in her eyes. A hunger I’m very familiar with since I’m fucking ravenous—for her.

  “The dangerous type.” she replied hesitantly.

  I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at her mouth. The way her lips moved demanded all my attention. Her full, red lips practically begged me to take them, suck them, and kiss them until they were swollen.

  “What do you want, Detective?”

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her sinfully delicious looking mouth. “What if I’m not exactly sure what it is that I want?”

  “Then I’d say it’s about time you grow up and figure out what it is you want.” She leaned closer, bringing her lips mere inches from mine. “And then take it.”

  Fuck me. The challenge in her voice and the seduction swirling around in her dark irises sent all my blood straight to my cock. My balls instantly retracted and I could already feel that desire for release starting to barrel up and down my spine.

  Unable to control my desire for this woman any longer, I reached out and pushed my hand behind her head, grabbing a fist full of her thick, long hair. Her breath came out in a huff, and her lips parted slightly making me want to thrust my tongue deep down her throat, to
tongue-fuck her until we both were unable to breathe.

  I leaned closer to her ear. “Do not tempt me, Miss Valenti. I might be a detective, but I’m also a man who wouldn’t think twice before ripping that dress off you, bending you over, and making that hot little body of yours my fucking playground.”

  To my surprise she didn’t back down, but instead gave a tiny step forward putting her body almost flush against mine.

  “Unlike you, Detective, I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to take it.”

  I was still trying to control the waves of electricity that just shot up my spine when she lifted herself and brushed her lips against mine making those damn waves even more intense. It wasn’t a kiss, it was more like an invitation, a dare for me to take what she was offering—her.

  Every male instinct inside me was raging, rumbling with the need to hear her scream my name, to feel her walls tighten around me while I gave her the most powerful orgasm she has ever had in her entire fucking life. Giving this woman pleasure had now become my one and only goal. I wanted to pound multiple goddamn releases into her while the sound of my name on her lips rang through my ears like a fucking cheerleading song.

  I wrapped my other arm around her waist and jerked her harder against me, letting her feel how hard I was for her.

  “If I’m correct, there’s a rule somewhere in the Criminal Mafia Handbook for Dummies that says you’re not allowed to fraternize with cops.”

  The seductive smile that spread across her face made my cock twitch.

  “I already told you, I have no idea about this Mafia thing you’re talking about, Detective.”

  I moved closer putting my lips against the side of her cheek, and I’m pretty sure I felt her shiver. “Oh that’s right,” I started. “You’re innocent, aren’t you, Miss Valenti?”

  “Well, I don’t know about innocent. But let’s assume that you’re right, and the Criminal Mafia Handbook for Dummies does apply to me.” Her hand was on my hip and I swear to God it felt like my skin just burst into fucking flames. Her other hand moved slowly up my arm and she weaved her fingers through my hair pulling my lips closer to hers. “What makes you think that I give a fuck about rules?”

  Well, that does it then. I want this woman, and I want her now. I want her under me, on me, in front of me, and I want to be inside of her in every way humanly fucking possible—pun intended. To have this woman’s pleasure gushing down my thighs was now my life’s new mission. Fuck the job, fuck the mafia, and fuck every goddamn rule that said I’m not allowed to bury myself so fucking deep inside this woman that there would be no way to determine where she began and where I ended.

  Just as I’m about to claim her lips, preparing to taste her, wanting to ravish that seductive mouth of hers, she glanced over my shoulder and I heard her curse. “Shit.”

  Ah fuck. Really? This close, I was THIS fucking close.

  Wanting to know what in the name of fuck just interrupted what was probably going to be the best kiss of my entire fucking life, I turned around. I immediately saw what had Karina cussing in my ear—or rather, whom.

  “The Mancusos.” The name left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth after I said it. I stared at the two brothers walking into the club like they owned the fucking place, straightening the lapels of their gray suits. There were two guys behind them which I could only presume were part of their entourage of muscle and ammo.

  For a second I glanced up at the Valenti brothers. Both of them were standing against the rail glaring down toward the entrance with a few other brutes standing behind them. It was like the mighty stare-off between good and evil, Heaven and Hell. The only problem was, I had no fucking idea who the good guys were and who the bad guys were in this equation. But something told me there was just a tad more evil lurking behind the Mancusos—especially the older brother, Enzio. With his dark hair tied at the back of his neck, and that disgusting smirk that always seemed to be plastered on his arrogant face, Enzio Mancuso was one class A son of a bitch douchebag. His younger brother, Matteo, was nothing more than a fucking sidekick. What big bro did, little bro did. Matteo always just lurked in the shadow of his big brother, pretending to be just a bad ass; meanwhile he was nothing but a pussy pretending to be a cock in a big man’s world.

  When I looked back at Enzio I noticed he was looking straight at Karina, and Karina was looking back at him. It would take a real special kind of idiot to not have noticed the tension between the two of them. The only difference was that Enzio had this creepy victorious smirk on his face while Karina seemed like she was going to throw-up.

  I lightly brushed my hand against her elbow. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She straightened and took a deep breath before turning around and looking up at her brothers.

  I leaned closer. “So on a scale from one to ten, how much shit is about to go down?”

  When she looked back at me there was absolutely nothing reassuring in her expression. In fact, she looked pretty fucking grim.

  She glanced at Enzio. “I’d say you should get a bigger scale.”

  Well, shit.

  Chapter 8

  KARINA

  Enzio Mancuso. If the devil had a face, it would be Enzio’s. From the long list of reasons why I never wanted to come home, Enzio was right up there at the top. For the last four years I’ve managed to successfully avoid any run in with him—until now.

  The moment our eyes met I felt the ice spreading through my veins like venom. For a second I’m transported back four years to the night Enzio Mancuso showed me his true colors—the night I willingly gave him the best of me, and he took it with both hands. In the end he turned it into something ugly, wicked, and broken. And the conceited smirk currently slapped on his face is proof enough that he was thinking of it, too.

  Just a few seconds ago I was consumed with the need to give into the temptation that was Detective Lorik Stone. Now all I wanted to do was run, to get out of here as fast as humanly possible. But that’s not going to happen since Enzio and his brother started walking toward us.

  “Shit, shit, shit.” I started to panic.

  Lorik grabbed my elbow and turned me toward him. “Mind telling me what’s going on?”

  “Um, let’s just say that there’s this…how can I put it?”

  “History?”

  I cringed since Lorik basically hit it right on the button. “Yeah, a history between me—”

  “And Mancuso?” He looked surprised, like really, really surprised in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of way. I couldn’t say that I blamed him. If he was really as clued up about us and them—the infamous Boston crime families—he knew exactly how screwed up and wrong it was for me to have any kind of history with one of the Mancuso brothers.

  I scowled at him. “Don’t you dare judge.”

  “Not judging at all. You gotta do what you gotta do…or who you gotta do.” He snorted, and I frowned at his attempt to crack a lame ass joke.

  “I need to get out of here.” I was just about to turn around and head up the stairs when that voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

  “Karina Valenti.”

  I winced at the painfully familiar tone, and I couldn’t shake the chills it sent down my spine. Right now I had no choice but to turn around and face him, and the moment I looked into his eyes it was like I got punched in the gut, left without a damn breath. Every goddamn memory I’ve tried to suppress for the last four years came flooding back, wreaking havoc through my insides like a damn hurricane. The dark eyes that once had the power to enthrall me with a single glance now seemed hard and cruel, suited for the cold bastard that I now knew he really was.

  Enzio smiled like an arrogant son of a bitch. “Karina, you look as lovely as ever.”

  If I wasn’t struggling to get a sufficient amount of air in my lungs I would have spat in his face.

  “Hello, Enzio.” I straightened and squared my shoulders, trying to act as confident as possible, even though I felt like I’d rather become one wit
h the floor beneath my feet.

  “It’s been what? Two, three years?”

  “Four.”

  He raised a dark brow. “Has it been four years already? My, how time flies these days.”

  “It sure does.”

  Our eyes remained fixed on one another, and it’s like I could almost see the memories currently playing inside his head. The filthy, dirty, sordid memories of what was supposed to be something beautiful, something I now knew I never should have shared with him.

  Then his gaze slipped to Lorik. “And who might you be?”

  Oh dear God, earth swallow me now.

  Lorik placed his hand at the small of my back, and leaned forward, extending his hand toward Enzio for a handshake. “Lorik Stone.”

  Enzio glanced down at Lorik’s hand like it was infested with Ebola, then back up at Lorik’s face. After about two seconds Lorik realized that Enzio did not intend to shake his hand, and pulled back. By now I no longer had a spine, but rather a giant fucking block of ice lodged in my back keeping me upright. I knew there was a chance that Enzio would show up. What I didn’t know was that Detective Stone and that smug grin permanently plastered on his face would show up at a damn night club of all places. And I definitely did not think that I would be caught in the middle of the world’s most awkward moment ever.

  “Is he with you?” Enzio nodded toward Lorik.

  Lorik stepped forward, and I was pretty sure Enzio would interpret that move as a challenge.

  “Actually,” Lorik started, “he is right here, and he doesn’t like being referred to in third person when, in fact, he is right in the middle of the damn conversation.”

  Enzio too gave a step closer putting him eye to eye with Lorik, and the legion of idiots he arrived with formed a half moon behind him ready to attack like a pack of wild dogs. Within a nanosecond all the air got sucked out of the club, and I was holding my breath like I’m waiting for the entire world to come to a fucking end.