Ingredients to Love

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “We would give her the money, and pay off that student loan, too. She wouldn’t have to worry about a thing,” Ziek stated.

  “Yeah, that so sounds romantic,” she replied.

  “Gisella,” Fedarro reprimanded her, but she felt it was necessary to support her friend, stick up for her and maybe make Cobra and Ziek see that they needed to step in and make their desires known. That is, if they were ready to commit.

  “Nothing screams commitment like ‘we’ll pay off your student loans and open up a business for you to run, but first let’s screw you on the kitchen table.’”

  “Gisella!” Collin scolded.

  Ziek looked at Cobra.

  “We made her feel like a whore. Like she would owe us everything and be at our mercy, our beck and call, when we wanted her. We didn’t make her feel special or let her know that she was important, different,” Cobra said.

  “That we were ready to commit. Fuck, we pushed her into that dick’s arms. How the hell are we going to fix this?” Ziek asked.

  Collin held onto Gisella’s shoulders.

  “Alessa will be meeting us at The Red Slipper tomorrow night. As long as she comes alone, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

  “If she comes with Roberto Simi, then what?” Collin asked.

  “Then we make our desires known either way,” Cobra said.

  “Now back to this issue with these two dick lawyers. How do we handle this if it’s a conspiracy to get the most money?” Fedarro asked.

  “You put your lawyers and your inside people on them. Certainly two scumbags like Calvin and Roger have secrets that can get them to lean your way instead of toward the other client. Which, by the way, there should be a way to figure out who that client is.”

  “Our lawyers say there isn’t.”

  “We could always ask Alessa to call her uncle, or make a point of bumping into him. He adored her, but his brother, Alessa’s father, made the family basically shun her, denounce her blood connection to them.”

  “What? That is crazy,” Collin stated.

  “No wonder she’s so distrusting. Anyone she should have been able to trust and get support from basically turned their backs on her,” Cobra stated.

  “We made her feel like shit, Cobra. We’ll need to fix this,” Ziek said.

  “We’ll take care of trying to figure out who the other buyer is. No need to put Alessa through unnecessary stress and discomfort. Hopefully things can work out for you guys with Alessa by Saturday night,” Collin said.

  “We’re going to go talk to the others about it right now, then we’re going to go see her tonight at Marchianno’s,” Ziek stated.

  “She isn’t working tonight. She has an event to go to with Roberto. You’ll see her Saturday though,” Gisella told them and they thanked her then headed out of the room. She watched them go and sighed.

  “Come here,” Fedarro ordered. She turned around to look at him and Collin standing by the desk. Collin’s arms were crossed in front of his chest and Fedarro’s were by his sides until he rubbed his palms together. Looked like she was going to get that ass spanking after all.

  She knew what to do, and went to him. She slid her palms up his chest and stood on tip ties to kiss his chin.

  “I’m sorry, Fedarro. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Think about the information you have now, and most importantly about helping Ziek and Cobra to get their heads out of their asses and go after the woman they love.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her and wrapped her up tight. She gasped. His hand slid along her ass and gave it a hard squeeze.

  “You are filled with surprises, and your misbehavior did help to clear some confusion. You must understand though, Cobra, Roman, Ziek, and Lenox are complicated men. They are soldiers, enforcers, and their capabilities, experiences have hardened them. You nor Alessa can change that about them. You are no longer involved in that now. Alessa must make the decision of whether she wants them or not. As for you, and your snooping, Collin and I will think of a few ways you can make it up to us.”

  “Are you serious, Fedarro? Why don’t you see this as an opportunity for me to be an asset to your operations?”

  “What?” Collin asked, stepping in behind her and massaging her shoulders. She felt his body push against hers, the ridge of his thick, hard cock pushing between the crack of her ass. She gasped.

  Fedarro cupped her breast and suckled against her neck.

  Collin ran his fingers through her hair and tilted her head to the side as he spoke against her cheek and lips.

  “You are not getting involved in our business. However, if we have any real estate questions, we will pick your brain.”

  She smiled.

  “Good.” She replied.

  Fedarro widened his eyes and then pinched her nipple.

  “Ouch.” She gasped.

  “I think she wants an ass spanking, Fedarro.”

  Collin pulled back and so did Fedarro. In a flash, they moved her into position pressed her over the desk, her ass pushed back toward them, each of them holding her hand and wrist to the desk and using their other hands to spank her ass one after the other.

  Smack, smack.

  Smack, smack.

  In series of twos they gave her a spanking, then lifted her skirt as she moaned and rocked her hips.

  “Spread those legs,” Fedarro ordered, and she did. A moment later, fingers slid into her cunt and she lost it right here, moaning and coming.

  “Who do you belong to?” Fedarro demanded to know as he thrust fingers into her cunt while Collin spanked her ass.

  “You. Both of you. Oh God, yes, yes,” she exclaimed and came. God, she loved these men. She would do anything for them. Anything.

  Chapter Seven

  Alessa remained by Roberto’s side, his hand on her hip as he introduced her to several people. He acted proud, telling everyone she was a famous pastry chef, and that one day soon she would be opening up an upscale patisserie. She felt uneasy since last night, and really didn’t want to bring those feelings here. The more she thought about Roberto’s behavior, the more her gut clenched. Last night, he was aggressive. From his demanding kiss in the car to the way he spoke to her at her apartment and even tried to persuade her to let him stay the night, put her on guard.

  His hand slid along her ass, and before she could reprimand him or move it, it slid back up.

  “Alessa?” She heard her name and turned to see her uncle, Roger Preston. He squinted at Roberto, who smiled and then reached out his hand.

  “Roger, good to see you. I was hoping we would meet up.”

  Roger shook Roberto’s hand and her uncle eyed her over and smiled wide.

  “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone. I thought you were still hanging around those troublemaking friends of yours and those trampy women,” Uncle Roger stated.

  “How do you know Alessa?” Roberto interrupted.

  “She’s my niece,” Roger said. “You look amazing, Alessa.”

  She tightened up. What were the chances that Roberto knew her uncle? Had Calvin introduced them?

  “We’ve known one another for years. Your uncle, which is a big surprise for me learning that, has assisted me with multiple business deals,” Roberto said, and she realized that if he was working with Roger then more than likely Roberto did some illegal business. Her uncle was scum, as was Calvin, who at that moment chose to appear with some bimbo blonde who looked as dumb as dirt on his arm, and not the same bimbo blonde she saw him with weeks ago. She rolled her eyes.

  “We’ve worked together several times. Currently on a nice real estate transaction.”

  “Yes, indeed. Which you need to update me on.”

  “What’s going on over here?” Calvin asked, his eyes zeroing in on Alessa’s breasts and her body. She felt good for the moment, making him drool and knowing what he lost out on. Roberto pulled her closer, ran his palm along her hip to her belly in a possessive manner. He kissed her bare shoulder.

  “Calvin, you k
now Alessa, I believe,” Roberto stated.

  “Of course,” he said and reached out to take her hand but she refused to offer it to him. Instead, she turned in Roberto’s arms.

  “I think I need a drink,” she whispered. His hand slid along her ass and then to her hip.

  “Roger, join us for a drink and we’ll discuss something,” he said to Roger.

  “Of course.”

  “I’ll come along, too. Beverly can go mingle with Alessa while we men talk.” Calvin tried to dismiss her.

  “I don’t think so,” Alessa said, but Roberto gripped her hip and gave her a scolding expression. She was shocked, and also embarrassed by the smug expression on Calvin’s face.

  “Do as I say. Grab a drink with Beverly and then wait for me by the bar,” Roberto ordered.

  “I’ll fend for myself, Roberto.” He gripped her arm tight, shocking her. Calvin chuckled.

  “She needs discipline, my friend. She’s been around whores and scumbags like the Fiorre family, the men who are after the same real estate you are. Don’t worry, Roger and I know how to handle them. This deal will go through nicely,” Calvin said. She wondered what deal this was, and what it had to do with the Fiorres, but then Roberto whispered into her ear, “Do as I said. Don’t show disrespect again in front of anyone and especially not that dick after what he did to you.”

  His words confused her. Wasn’t he being just as much as a dick by reprimanded her, manhandling her, and giving orders?

  “Who is being a dick?” she whispered. He pulled her closer, gripped her upper arm so tight she knew it would be bruised.

  “We’ll discuss this shortly. Don’t repeat what you heard to anyone, Alessa. Understood?” he asked.

  She nodded and then he clenched her chin, tilted her head up toward him, and kissed her. “Stay nearby,” he ordered, and they walked away, Calvin with a smirk, Uncle Roger, too, and the blonde just fixed her boobs in the dress she wore and then smiled at Alessa.

  “That’s some set you have on you. I think you’ve got me beat up top. You’ve done Calvin, too?” she asked Alessa, and Alessa felt sick to her stomach. What the hell had she gotten herself into here? Robert worked with and knew Uncle Roger and Calvin. Roberto’s attitude had changed over the last twenty-four hours, and now this mention of a deal and taking something from the Fiorre’s put her on alert.

  She didn’t answer the blonde, who just kept talking.

  “So this deal is big stuff,” she said and lowered her voice to whisper to her. “Don’t worry that they left you out. I’ve been around Calvin and his phone calls. I’ll tell you a secret, but don’t let Calvin know I told you. He’ll kill me.”

  “What secret would that be?” Alessa asked, standing there and watching the men talking, looking so serious. It aggravated her. She worked so hard to stay away from her family and from Calvin, now somehow she wound up around them again.

  “They’re trying to buy this block of property. Well, your boyfriend Roberto is. Who, by the way, loves blowjobs.”

  Alessa widened her eyes, swinging her head toward the woman in shock.

  “Yeah, totally,” she said, and Alessa was going to walk away but the blonde kept talking.

  “Anyway, they’re screwing over these made men, which personally I think is suicide, but Roberto’s name is anonymous. The Fiorres don’t even know it’s him. Plus, Calvin said its part of revenge. That Roberto wants to go after them and these other men who did something to his brothers. I didn’t get all of it, but Roberto is out to hurt those men any way he can. Anyone close to them like these Fiorres will get theirs.”

  She was shocked, angry, as she looked back toward the men and then Roger’s eyes landed on her then the blonde.

  “I need to go,” Alessa said and started walking away.

  Alessa got into the cab and headed home. She didn’t care about leaving Roberto there, her mind was on what the blonde told her. By the time she got to her apartment and was climbing up the stairs, she heard the footsteps and then saw Roberto coming toward her.

  “Why did you leave?” He raised his voice as she stood by the open doorway to her apartment.

  She swallowed hard.

  “I think you should go. I’m not feeling well and—”

  He shoved her into her apartment and closed the door. Her purse and keys fell to the floor. She was scared. He was a big man and he was angry, and into things she wanted nothing to do with. This wasn’t the man she had thought she got to know the last few weeks.

  He stalked toward her, and she walked backward.

  “Roberto, I want you to leave. I don’t want to see you again. I have too much going on in my—”

  He struck her. Right across the cheek. Then he grabbed her and pulled her close.

  “You’re not blowing me off.”

  She was crying, shocked that he would hit her. He swallowed hard and lightened his hold.

  “I’m sorry.” He released her, then ran his fingers through his hair, turned away from her and then turned back. “This deal with Roger and Calvin is making me insane. It should have been completed weeks ago.”

  “I don’t want to know anything about it.”

  “Why not? It will affect you, too.”

  “What? How so?”

  “You’re going to be my woman. That strip of property, the buildings, will be ours. It’s where your bakery will go, too.” He stepped closer and she stepped back, her back hitting the corner of the table, stinging her side. It would surely bruise. She cringed and held her side.

  He gripped her face between his hands. “Don’t push me away.”

  “Roberto, don’t do this to me. I want you to leave.”

  “Not before we get some things straight. I’ve hooked you up with some great connections for business. I’ve provided means of delivery and support to you, and I expect a return on my investment.”

  “What return?”

  He eyed over her breasts and licked his lips, then tried forcing her to her knees with one hand gripping her hair as he undid his pants. She was mortified. She cried out and yelled at him, telling him to get away and that she wasn’t some whore.

  “You might as well be, letting Cobra kiss you like that and him wanting to share you with his brother and cousins. That’s what they do there. Now, pleasure me,” he demanded.

  “No.” She punched him in the leg and then went to move and he kicked her in the ribs, shocking her.

  “No. No, damn it, I won’t. Get out,” she screamed at him and he struck her three more times on the side. She cuddled into the fetal position, remembering when Calvin hit her with the belt and made his demands. Somehow, she wound up in a similar situation with an evil, manipulative asshole who just wanted to use her. His cell phone was ringing and he stopped to answer it. He sounded pissed off, but then he ended the call, knelt down, and gripped her hair. She tightened up and waited for the additional strikes.

  He caressed her cheek and wiped away her tears.

  “You have a lot to learn, but I know you will learn, and fast. I own you now, so remember that.”

  “You don’t.”

  “Shhh.” He stopped her from talking. “I paid off your college loans. I’m going to help you open your business, and you’re going to be spending a lot of time in my bed,” he commanded, pointing at her.

  “I have things that need to be taken care of. Don’t fight me on this, Alessa.” He stroked her cheek and stared down at her. She shook with fear. Hoped he wouldn’t force himself on her. How could this be happening to her? How? His cell phone buzzed. He glanced at his watch.

  “I’ll call you. Be sure to ice that cheek. My woman isn’t going around looking like shit.” He stood up and walked out of her apartment, closing the door behind him.

  She laid her head down on the rug and cried. She thought about the series of events. How she fell for his charms, his care, and how he was involved with Roger and Calvin. He was a monster, a criminal business man, and something he had brewing had to do with the Fi
orre men. Was it Fedarro and Collin? Major and Mateus? She didn’t know. Her head was throbbing and her ribs ached. He kicked her. The son of a bitch kicked her.

  She sobbed, unable to process what happened, and how she wound up in this situation. She should have known. Cobra warned her to follow her gut. Had he known who Roberto was and what he was into and it was a warning?

  She eased up off the rug, slid off her heels and used the table to pull herself up. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she knew she wasn’t going to allow Roberto to control her, or strike her again. She had allowed Calvin that control. She had been too weak to fight him, to argue with him, especially with her family’s support behind him. This was a repeat of the past, except it was Calvin and Uncle Roger who were supporting Roberto, and she was being controlled, overpowered, and manipulated. She was being treated like trash and a nobody. It made her feel sick.

  She walked to the door and locked the two deadbolts on it. She even pulled over a chair and propped it under the doorknob so no one could get in. She then turned off the lights and headed to the bedroom, her mind swirling with ways she could handle this situation, and how her dreams were once again being put on hold. Her happiness on a back burner and the evil manipulations of others were controlling her destiny. How could she fight this? How could she prevail through this?

  She felt defeated, beaten down, and exhausted. As she undressed and looked into the mirror, she saw the bruising and redness was already there on her side. It ached, and would be a reminder for some time that no man could be trusted. No person could be, because they all had an agenda, and wanted control and power over a woman. She didn’t know how she was going to get away from Roberto, but she would, even if it put her in a hospital. She wasn’t submitting to him. Not ever.

  * * * *

  Gisella looked at her watch. Alessa was over and hour late. She said she was coming and now Gisella was worried. She kept looking toward the front entryway to the club. The others were there. Alda, Train, Royce, Brew, and Logic. Dominick, Giada, Andreas, and Giuseppe, too, and of course Collin Fedarro, were standing up talking with Cobra, Lenox, Ziek, and Roman.