Bound to the Mafia (Bound to the Bad Boy Book 2)

by Alexis Abbott

  “After you,” he says, gesturing to the shower. There’s a rather naughty glint in his eye, but I don’t question it. I climb into the shower, sighing with relief as the hot water cascades over me, warming me up and washing away the grime and stress of the past day and night. Bruno comes in after me and squeezes body wash into his palm to start washing first himself, then me. I inhale sharply as his huge hands slide up and down my body, sudsy and slippery. His fingers toy with my nipples, slipping over them and cupping my breasts as I close my eyes and lean into him. My hair falls in soaked tendrils down my back as I tilt my head back slightly, giving in to the combined sensations of soothing hot water and Bruno’s hands caressing me.

  Suddenly, a new sensation explodes into my attention: icy-cold burning across my nipples. I open my eyes and look down to see Bruno sliding a quickly-melting ice cube around the stiffened peaks of my breasts. The sensation is confusing at first: both slightly painful and uncomfortable as well as strangely arousing. My body responds with a warm dampening between my thighs, my heartbeat quickening. Just as my nipples start to go a little numb, Bruno dives in and captures them in his hot mouth. I let out a little whimper at how amazing it feels. I never considered ice-play before; it just never seemed to make any sense to me.

  But it certainly makes sense to me now.

  “How’s that feel, mia passerotta?” Bruno asks as he moves from one nipple to the other.

  “Fantastic,” I sigh, closing my eyes again.

  Bruno lowers down to kneel in front of me, sliding another ice cube down the length of my body as he goes, making me shiver. He gently pushes my legs open further before slowly circling the ice cube around my pussy, getting close but never actually touching my clit. I tremble, my mouth falling open as I look down at him. Bruno locks eyes with me, watching my face as he moves the ice over my clit. I cry out, almost recoiling from the strange burning on my most sensitive part. But he leaves it there only for a second before grabbing my leg and holding me steady as he hoists my thigh onto his shoulder and leans in to run his tongue along the length of my slick vulva, circling around my clit and finally closing his mouth over it.

  “Oh fuck,” I breathe, my arm reaching out to balance myself against the shower wall. Bruno licks and sucks at my pussy ravenously, his tongue plunging in and out of my hole while his hands slide up my thighs and around to grab my ass. Without even turning away from my pussy to look, he reaches back suddenly and grabs another ice cube, then rubs it against my opening while he gently nibbles and sucks my clit. By now my legs are trembling, struggling to hold myself up in the throes of pleasure.

  “Bruno, oh my god, I-I’m gonna fall,” I whisper, afraid of my legs giving out but not wanting the amazing sensations to end.

  “I won’t let you fall,” he says gruffly, releasing me so he can put my leg back down and prod me to turn around so I’m facing away from him, into the spray of water. There’s a metal safety bar in front of me that I bend and reach down for. Quick as a flash, Bruno opens the shower curtain and steps out dripping wet to grab his belt, then walks over to fasten it around my wrists and the safety bar, binding me there.

  He gets back into the shower behind me, grabbing my ass and sliding an ice cube down to my slit. “You look so beautiful tied up here for me,” he growls, giving my ass a hard smack.

  My pussy tingles and aches from the cold and wanting.

  “Fuck me, please,” I moan.

  “Is that what you want, baby? My cock inside your tight little pussy?” he teases.

  “Oh god yes, please,” I beg, shaking my ass against him. I look back over my shoulder and he smiles widely, a devilish look on his impossibly handsome face. He slides his cock against my ass, rubbing into me as I feel my pussy aching for him. I need it.

  Finally, he shoves his cock deep inside me and I cry out with pleasure as the head of his thick shaft bumps into that sensitive little spot. He holds still for a moment, just letting my pussy clench around him. I can’t stand it... I need him to move. I need him to fuck me.

  “Can’t believe I never tied you up like this before,” he comments, his voice thick and low.

  I rock my hips, sliding back against him, my body begging for him to thrust.

  “Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” Bruno groans, and I can tell it’s taking all his willpower not to just give in and fuck me.

  “I need you so bad,” I manage to mumble.

  At last, he rears back, his cock nearly sliding all the way out of me before slamming back into my pussy hard, again and again. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out, my wrists aching from being bound while my body trembles at the overwhelming pleasure of his cock spearing into me.

  “You feel so fucking good, dolcezza,” Bruno moans, slapping my ass. His hands fall to my hips, gripping me tight as he thrusts into me faster and harder, animalistic needs overcoming his willpower as he loses himself to how good it feels. I’m already gone, my thoughts totally scattered to the wind and replaced with nothing but blinding hot pleasure.

  “Harder,” I murmur, and Bruno obliges eagerly, picking up the rhythm and striking deeper inside me. My orgasm appears out of nowhere, and I can feel my cunt pulsating around him, shuddering with wave after wave of bliss as I whimper incoherently.

  “You just love being bent over and fucked, don’t you, Serena?” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Dirty little angel.”

  “God, I love your cock,” I pant, my words slurring as I close my eyes, riding the waves of pleasure. “Feels so… fucking… good.”

  “I’ve missed this so much, your filthy mouth, your perfect body, your tight little cunt,” Bruno groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucks me. His tempo is getting erratic and wild and I can tell he’s getting close to the edge, so I start moving my hips a little bit to bounce against him, adding a little more tension to each powerful thrust.

  “Show me how much you missed me,” I demand between thrusts.

  Bruno fucks me faster, leaning over slightly and reaching around underneath me to toy with my clit, rolling that sensitive little bud between his fingertips as I let out a shriek.

  “Fuck! Just like that, Bruno, yes!” I whine, feeling my second climax fast approaching.

  He doesn’t slow down for even a second, even when I cry out, coming again as my pussy shudders around his thickening cock. I can feel him tightening up behind me, his fingers rubbing at my clit almost too hard.

  “Yes! Yes!” he grunts, and with a few more quick snaps of his hips I feel him explode his hot seed inside my pussy. He thrusts several more times, pumping me full of every last drop before withdrawing. I feel my legs trembling, my knees threatening to give out, but then Bruno reaches around to undo the belt and free my hands. He tosses the belt back out of the shower and helps me stand up and turn around to kiss him passionately under the hot spray of the water. He takes the detachable shower head and sprays me down thoroughly, then to my surprise, he turns me back around and begins washing my hair with gentle hands. I can’t help but sigh appreciatively at the soothing gesture.

  “Ever since I was a little girl I loved having my hair played with,” I mumble as he massages green apple-scented shampoo into my scalp.

  “I love you,” he says suddenly. “I dreamed of doing this the whole time I was in prison.”

  “What? Washing my hair?” I ask, half-joking.

  Bruno laughs. “No. Fucking you. Holding you. Just being with you.”

  “I never want to be without you again,” I tell him earnestly as he uses the shower head to start rinsing my hair. After that, he rubs conditioner into my hair, paying close attention to every strand. Hell, he’s doing a better job of it than I do.

  “I don’t plan on being apart from you ever again, Serena,” he says seriously.

  He rinses the conditioner out of my hair, combing his fingers gently through the tangles and snarls before setting the shower head back in its dock. I turn around to face him again, planting a kiss on his soft, perfect li
ps. “What are we gonna do?” I ask him quietly. “We can’t stay here.”

  “I know,” he agrees.

  “My mom isn’t here now, but she’ll be back tomorrow, and Bruno… you’re still a fugitive. If she sees you, I don’t know what will happen. I mean, she’ll ask questions. She’s never met you, but I know her. She’s been waiting for me to find a guy and settle down for years now,” I explain.

  “I know,” Bruno repeats. “I will have to find somewhere to hide out, at least for now.”

  My heart sinks. “You mean ‘we’ will have to find somewhere to hide out.”

  Bruno kisses my forehead. “You have a life here, Serena. I won’t disappear on you, but I also can’t let you just throw away everything you have for me. I refuse to derail your life yet again. It wouldn’t be fair.”

  “Fair? How about I let you know when something isn’t fair to me, huh?” I reply adamantly.

  Bruno smiles fondly. “You’re a spitfire, you know that?”

  I shrug. “Takes one to know one. Besides, if you think I could possibly live my life the way it was without you in it… well, you don’t know me half as well as you think you do. Wherever you’re going, I’m going with you.”

  “But what about Bathing Beauty?” he asks.

  Sighing, I shake my head. “Well, it’s shut down for now anyway, right? Not a whole lot I can do about that. Luckily, things were going really well for a year or so there and I’ve got money saved up. Enough to last me a good while. To last us a good while.”

  “I can’t let you do that,” Bruno protests, gazing into my eyes meaningfully.

  “Bruno,” I begin, raising an eyebrow, “no offense, but I’m a grown adult. I make my own decisions. I’ll spend my money and my time however I see fit. And I want to be with you. Whatever that might mean.”

  A smile splits his face, pride shining in his green eyes.

  “You never stop amazing me, Serena De Laurentis. But I don’t know where I’m going to be. My contacts are still distant at the moment, and I don’t have a blueprint for the next stage of my plan yet. Things will probably get a little hairy before they get better. Who knows where I’ll end up until then.”

  Suddenly, an idea slides into the forefront of my mind. “Wait. Let me think for a second.”

  “What is it?” he asks, his thick brows furrowed.

  I can’t help but grin as a plan hatches in my head. “I know a place. Upstate, there’s this cabin my parents rented for us a couple summers when I was a kid. We went up there for some ‘peace and quiet’ so my dad could fish and sit in a hot tub while my mom mostly just complained about the lack of restaurants and shopping. I used to play in the woods and go swimming in the pond. Build bonfires with my dad. Grill hotdogs and hamburgers. You know, all that stereotypical family time summer stuff.”

  “Wow. Talk about the American dream,” Bruno remarks. “But I don’t know if that’s a great idea, Serena. Any place your parents rented must be high-profile. Fancy. The opposite of a good hiding place.”

  I shake my head, turning off the shower faucet and reaching for a couple of dry towels from a shelf, handing one off to Bruno. “No, no. It’s perfect. I’m serious. It’s out in the middle of nowhere. I mean, it’s probably about an hour from Ithaca, but I promise it’s remote and private as hell. We didn’t even have cell service the whole time we were there. Nothing. It’s a dead zone.”

  Bruno’s expression changes from skeptical to considerate. “Well, I suppose we could look into it. But what about your mother? Won’t she worry?”

  “Pfft,” I snort. “I’ll just tell her I’m taking a little sabbatical. And the dead zone is a great excuse to not be in touch. It’s perfect.”

  “And what about paying for the cabin? Don’t those kinds of places usually require ID for checking in? I can’t exactly show my face in public places at the moment,” Bruno says.

  “Nah. From what I recall, the guy who runs the property isn’t even there most of the time. I think he lives in a town far out of the woods. And he seems like a very laissez-faire type of guy. I don’t think my dad even paid with a card. I remember him just handing over a wad of cash and getting a set of keys in exchange. Easy-peasy,” I say, shrugging.

  Bruno nods, tying the towel around his waist. He’s silent for a moment, clearly deliberating on my suggestion. Then he says, “Okay. We can try it. But I can’t leave town yet. Not without taking a parting gift.”

  BRUNO

  I ’m still a wanted man. Every second I spend in this city is a risk, every night a threat of getting thrown back into that hell-hole I escaped.

  I should disappear, smuggle myself back to Italy and vanish from the face of the earth for the rest of my life. But that would mean leaving Serena behind, in danger. That is no life I want to live.

  My old friend Trueba comes to mind often. I worry for him, knowing he’s spending time in isolation on the inside. But there was no hesitation in him when he agreed to do what he did. Old men want to live through the young, sometimes. The best thing I can do for his memory is not make the same mistakes as he did.

  I won’t get caught.

  But I’ve given it more thought than that. When I realized I’d have to do something big to get the money I need to keep me and Serena safe, I couldn’t help but think of Trueba’s story. One big heist was all it took to make sure they were set.

  But it caught up to him eventually.

  Jewels are hard to trace. His mistake wasn’t the heist.

  It was who he stole from.

  “Are you sure your man will come through for us?” I ask Nico, who sits in the passenger’s seat of the car next to me. We’re parked in the lot behind an old convenience store, waiting for a word from one of Nico’s friends.

  “I’ll skin his ass if he doesn’t,” Nico mutters, watching his phone.

  There’s a jewel handoff going down tonight. While the Cleaners moving into our territory was harsh on the Costas’ business, seeing which of our old contacts started working for the enemy told us who we could trust. When the Cleaners moved into the south side of the borough, a small ring of jewel smugglers we knew went silent.

  That means they’re working with the Cleaners now, who probably need the money, badly. Nico did some investigating and got a tip that a handoff is happening tonight. Before the sun rises, tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of jewels smuggled into the country will be handed over to the Cleaners... but we have other plans.

  All we’re waiting on is Nico’s informant to give us a location. Smugglers like this don’t stick to the same sites.

  I hate the jewel trade. It’s a bloody business, and if there were any other way, I’d have nothing to do with it. But I’d rather the money not fall into the hands of the Cleaners, and I can use it to secure a better life for me and Serena.

  As for Nico, my accomplice tonight, he’s planning to use the cash to buy Rafaela a wedding ring. Since he’ll be fencing the goods and putting the money in my account, I promised him I wouldn’t tell.

  I take a drink from the thermos of coffee in my hand when I see Nico’s screen light up, and he smiles.

  “Got it.”

  “Then it’s show time,” I say, and I pull out of the parking lot to start heading toward the coordinates Nico’s man gave us. By the looks of things, it’s just outside the city.

  I drive down the highway, following the directions Nico gives me. I have to be careful out on the road. If I get pulled over, it’s all over. Besides the fact that I’m a wanted fugitive, I’m carrying a lot of guns, and I don’t exactly look like a harmless sportsman. It’s late at night, though, and the police are watching for drunk drivers, not men on their way to a heist.

  “You know this is insane, right?” Nico asks after taking a swig of the coffee and checking his guns. “We haven’t cased wherever we’re going, we don’t know what kind of manpower we’re up against, we can’t call for backup since the rest of the boys don’t know we’re doing this tonight.”

  I
open my mouth to answer, but Nico interrupts me, “You’re gonna say ‘love makes you do crazy things, my friend,’ aren’t you? Don’t fuckin’ do it, I swear to god I’ll push you out of this moving car.

  Words stolen from my mouth, I just smile smugly while Nico scoffs.

  “He can’t be serious,” I say as we pull up to the wire fence near the coordinates. “Nico, I mean it, is he joking?”

  Nico is biting his lip with his eyebrows raised as he looks up at the site the handoff is supposedly going down at. “This guy doesn’t joke much.”

  We’re looking up at an old, broken-down Ferris wheel, long since rusted and out of use. Not far from it is a booth advertising cotton candy and funnel cake, but the glass windows are long-since smashed in, and some of the lettering is missing. I see a rat scurry across the counter of a shooting booth that’s had all the toy guns ripped out of it.

  An abandoned fairground.

  “Not a bad cover,” I admit under my breath before I pull my ski-mask over my head. Nico does the same. We’re outfitted in all black, and we have our guns strapped to us. I think about the way I looked last time I went out on a job like this, and it makes me feel like I was just a kid back then. Maybe what was left of the young buck in me died in prison. I still have the energy, but I know how to handle myself now.

  Time to see if it was a change for the better.

  Communicating through signs, Nico and I find an opening in the old fence and make our way inside, moving silently.

  The shadows of the fairgrounds all around us seem to move out of the corner of my eye. Every now and then, I think I can hear the sound of something skittering. I know it’s a rat or a bird, but I can’t shake the feeling that old ghosts hang around this place.