Brando

by Marita A. Hansen

  Absolutely fuming, D followed Vinnie outside into the cool night, finding him leaning against the building, next to the fat soldier. He took a cigarette from the soldier and popped it into his mouth. A second later, he pulled it out and crumpled it, swearing loudly. The soldier said something to him. Vinnie whipped his head around, his eyes going to D.

  “For fuck’s sake, leave me the hell alone!” he snapped.

  She stormed over to him. “Not until you apologize to me, you callous fucking asshole of a prick! And I’ve got several more choice words if you think they weren’t enough.” She waved her finger in front of his face. “Because no one treats me this way and gets away with it.”

  Anger flashed across his face. He pushed away from the wall and glared down at her. “You slapped me.”

  “Because you used me, like you probably use all women.”

  “I did not, and all you women come to me.”

  “What a load of bullshit. I didn’t come to you last night, you hit on me. So, open your damn eyes, because mine are wide open now and all they see is a spoiled brat with a silver spoon in his mouth, who thinks he has a God-given right to do whatever the hell he likes. Well, you fucked with a Viper and we bite back, bitch!”

  He leaned his face closer to hers. “Last warning, leave now or I’ll make you pay for those words.”

  “Oh, you’re threatening me now, are you?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, hurry up; I want to see how you’re going to make me pay.” Her eyes moved to the fat bodyguard, who was listening in. “Or is he your secret weapon of mass destruction?” She forced a laugh. “Come on, Chubby Checker, make me pay for hurting your boss’s feelings.”

  The soldier gave her a glare. “I’d be happy to.” He glanced at Vinnie. “Just say the word, boss, and she’s gone.”

  While he was distracted, D stepped in close and grabbed his balls. The soldier yelled out, his eyes going rounder than his stomach. She stuck her face up to his, the man only fractionally taller than her. “Watch what you say to a Viper, ’cause we castrate men for kicks.” She gave his balls a squeeze.

  “Boss!” the soldier cried out.

  “Let go of him!” Vinnie barked.

  D let go and turned to Vinnie. “Watch your tone, because no man gives me orders.”

  “I’ve been nice to you up till now, but you’re pushing your luck, bitch.”

  “Nice?” She barked out a laugh. “You obviously don’t know the meaning of the word, and the only reason I’m being a bitch is because you’re being a dick-ass bastard. If you want me to act any other way, treat me with respect, not dismiss me like one of your groupies.”

  He sniffed. “Respect is earned, not given blindly.”

  “Oh, is that right? Well, that goes both ways, buddy. And it looks like Ivy was right about you: you’re nothing but mafia trash.”

  “The only trash around here is coming from your filthy mouth.”

  She angled her face up to his and breathed on him. “No, my breath is sweet, but yours smells like you’ve been rimming your own ass.”

  The soldier sniggered.

  Vinnie’s head snapped to him. “Wait around the corner!”

  “Yes, boss.” The soldier waddled off, leaving them alone.

  Vinnie returned his glare to D, his blue eyes flashing at her. “I don’t take kindly to being ridiculed.”

  “And I don’t take kindly to being used.”

  “You’re like a broken record. Get it into your head that I didn’t use you. You wanted to fuck me just as much as I wanted to fuck you. You’re just pissed that I don’t want more.” He smiled, the expression mean. “Because in case you haven’t noticed, I have women lining up at the door just to get a taste of my mafia trash cock.”

  D grimaced. “Well, good luck with your search for the perfect STD, because this mouth,” she opened wide and waggled her tongue, “won’t ever suck it again.” She smiled. “Actually, maybe I should dirty it with Alessandro’s cock. He’s offered to fill it, plus I’ve heard he knows how to use it real well.” She raised her hand, wriggling her fingers in front of his face. “Toodles, douche-bag.”

  She turned to leave, yelling out as Vinnie grabbed her. He swung her around and shoved her up against the wall, mashing her breasts into the concrete surface.

  “What the fuck?!” she yelled, trying to turn around.

  He pressed his body up against hers, locking her arms by her sides. “I don’t appreciate you trying to make me jealous.”

  “You don’t give a shit about me, so why the hell are you jealous?!”

  “Because I am, which pisses me off. I haven’t wanted a woman this bad in a long time. I don’t do relationships, yet you’re always in my face, tempting me, making me want one. Why do you have to make things so hard?”

  She stopped struggling, not knowing what to say, the tone of his voice almost sad, the man confusing her. One second he was pushing her away, the next his hard-on was pushing into her back. She’d never meet anyone as confusing or hard to read as Vinnie.

  He slipped his arms around her, wrapping her in a hug, almost as though he cared about her. Only moments ago she’d been full out insulting him, and now he was hugging her? She didn’t understand it.

  He kissed her neck, one of his hands moving to her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” she croaked out. No matter what she’d said to him, he still heated her body like no one else; she just didn’t want to give in, only to be dismissed again.

  “Touching and kissing you.” He sucked in her ear.

  She groaned, unable to help herself. His other hand moved to her breast, kneading it. She closed her eyes for a moment, the feelings he was causing making her forget her anger.

  “I want to fuck you so bad,” he said.

  His hand crept down the front of her pants. She groaned again as one of his fingers slipped between her folds.

  He started rubbing his cock against her back. “I want to be inside of you right this second. No, I wanted to be inside of you as soon as I saw you in my private room, and even more when you stood up to me. You turn me on like no other woman.” He sucked her ear into his mouth again, giving it a sharp nip just as he pushed a finger inside of her.

  She gasped, clenching in response.

  “Fuck, you’re wet.”

  He started moving his finger in and out, making her pant. He added another one as his right hand slipped under her shirt, burrowing beneath her bra. He tweaked her nipple, making her gasp, both the breast and pussy stimulation driving her crazy. He started kissing her neck, growing rougher by the second, each nip and suck probably leaving marks. But she didn’t care, too lost in the sensations he was causing, the man winding her up like no one else could. His touch, his kisses, his breath on her skin, the feel of his body pressed against hers... Everything was bringing her closer and closer—

  She cried out, coming as he finger-fucked her. Before she could put two thoughts together, his hand was gone and her pants were around her knees. She cried out again as he shoved his hard cock inside of her. He started fucking her, each thrust prolonging her orgasm—or creating a new one.

  Vinnie slammed into her hard, almost knocking her face into the wall, filling her with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the former peaking. He roared behind her, his cock spasming inside of her. She remained still, pressed between Vinnie and the wall, knowing if he let her go she’d crumble, her legs resembling Jell-O.

  Voices started up around the corner. She ignored them, not caring that she could be caught with her pants around her ankles and Vinnie’s cock up her pussy, her orgasm still overwhelming her mind.

  Vinnie mumbled something she didn’t catch and pulled out of her. On wobbly legs, she turned around, seeing him toss a full condom at the fence. She hadn’t even realized he’d worn one, everything happening so fast, or more like in a blur, what he’d done hijacking her mind.

  He bobbed down and started pulling her pants up, the sight of Vinnie on his knees making her mou
th go dry, like it had done in the shower. Rising to his feet, he jerked her pants over her ass, then zipped her up, not taking his eyes off her.

  She stared back, the man having fucked both her mind and body.

  He brushed her hair off her face, looking like she felt: bewildered. “Outside of high school and my sex lessons, you’re the only woman I’ve ever fucked more than once.”

  “Sex lessons?” she said, still not able to form a proper thought.

  “I had them when I was sixteen.” He cupped her chin and lifted it up, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. He pulled back, still looking bewildered. “Again, why are you so different?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You make my heart quicken, my nerves fray. Only one other woman has ever done that to me.” He focused in on her left cheek. “And why do I find your dimple irresistible when I’ve fucked so many women who have them?” He leaned forward, giving it a kiss.

  D shivered at the touch of his lips, the man getting to her.

  “And why do I want to buy you dinner?” he asked, pulling back.

  “Because you like me?”

  He moved his eyes back to hers. “I more than like you. I’m fucking obsessed with you, and I hate it.”

  She frowned, not sure how to take that. “Why?”

  “I told you, I don’t do relationships, yet you make me want to.”

  “Why don’t you do relationships?”

  “I’m not cut out for them, but I still want to be with you.”

  “But I insulted you, plus you said nasty things to me, which, by the way, I should kick your ass for.”

  He frowned. “And I’d deserve it. I’m sorry for being a total shithead before. It’s just ... I tried to convince myself that I could walk away from you and when I heard you were in my room, I worked myself up to the point of anger. You’re always tempting me; it’s fucking hard to think logically around you.”

  “I’m not trying to tempt you.”

  “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, ’cause you damn well know what you did in the gym would make me horny. Merda, just looking at you gives me a hard-on.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I wish I didn’t like you so much, it would make everything so much easier.”

  “I don’t get you.”

  “No woman does.” He moved his hand to her cheek. “But I want to get you. How about we catch a bite after the gig? I can take you to the new restaurant down the road.”

  She frowned at him. “Are you playing me again, because if you are—”

  “I’m not, and the only reason I tried to push you away before is because I don’t know how to act around a woman without my dick being inside of them.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Did you really just say that?”

  He grimaced. “It’s true. I’m the one-night-stand wonder. But I don’t want to be like that with you, so please let me take you to dinner to make up for being a total stronzo.”

  “I ... okay,” she said, unable to stop from smiling.

  He smiled back, looking genuinely happy.

  The sound of footsteps pulled her attention away from him. The sweaty soldier was heading for them, his eyes flicking to Vinnie’s crotch.

  “You’re hanging out, boss,” the man said.

  Vinnie quickly tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants. “You better not have watched us.”

  The soldier came to a stop in front of them. “No, boss, I had to deal with some of your fans around the corner. They got wind that you were out here and almost caught you two in the act. I had to call in a few soldati to control them, but there were too many for us to handle, so I promised you’d sign their tits to avoid scaring them with my gun.”

  “Their tits?” D said.

  Vinnie gave her a grin. “A hazard of my job.”

  She scowled at him. “By your expression, I doubt you consider it a hazard.”

  He laughed. “I’ll only be a few minutes, so wait for me here.”

  “I’ll come.”

  “Nope, I don’t want you going jealous Viper assassin on them.”

  She rolled her eyes. “As if I would. Man, you really are an arrogant SOB.”

  He laughed. “I guess I am. Still, stay put, I’ll be right back.” He headed off with the soldier, disappearing around the corner.

  D leaned against the wall, jolting as female screaming started up. She ran for the corner, skidding around it. She came to a sudden stop, unprepared for the sight. The fat soldier was trying to pry a woman off Vinnie, while a few more soldiers were attempting to hold back a crowd of screaming fans, all of them reaching for Vinnie. The fat soldier finally detached the woman from Vinnie, yelling at him to run. Vinnie took off, racing for the back door as the fans broke past the soldiers. D ran after him, jumping through the doorway as he held it open for her. He followed her inside, slamming the door shut on his fans.

  D flicked the lock and leaned against the door, shaking her head at Vinnie. “What the hell was that?”

  “My fans have gone nuts. They never used to be like this. Before the mafia war they were tame. Dom and I could walk around and they’d come up to us, asking for autographs, sometimes touching, but not full-out going berserk.” Grimacing, he started rubbing his crotch.

  “Why are you rubbing your cock?” she asked, noticing his wife-beater was ripped.

  “One of those loony tunes grabbed my balls.”

  D frowned. “You shouldn’t have gone round there if your fans are that crazy.”

  “I told you, they never used to be like this. It’s the first time they’ve attacked me.”

  She reached out and removed his hand from his crotch. “Enough touching yourself, you need to learn how to act in front of a lady. Don’t treat me like one of the boys.”

  A cheeky grin curved his lips up. “I wouldn’t want to fuck you if you were one.” He pulled his wrist free and proceeded to rub himself again.”

  She shook her head. “And to think I thought you were the less crude twin.”

  “Nah, Dom and I are the same; I’m just cuter so no one notices it as much.”

  She smiled. “You are cute, and a cheeky ass.” She stepped closer, her hands moving around to it.

  His grin widened, then left a second later as she dug her nails into his muscular ass. He yelped and pushed her hands away, giving her a scowl. “What is it with you women? You all like to hurt me.”

  She laughed. “Push your pants down so I can kiss it better.”

  A smile resurfaced on his face. “How about you push your pants down so I can kiss your culo?” He snapped his teeth together.

  “That’s not kissing!’

  “I’ll eat your pussy, then.”

  She smiled. “As much as I’m tempted, don’t you have a gig to play?”

  He moved up to her, this time his hands going to her ass. “I’d much rather play with this,” he said, giving it a squeeze. Someone’s voice came over a microphone, making him jerk away from her. “Who the hell is on my stage?!”

  He took off, racing down the passageway. D ran after him, stopping as Vinnie yanked open the stage door.

  “Holy shit,” he muttered.

  “Who is it?” D said, trying to look around him.

  He stepped to the side. “Jagger.”

  D peered past him. Jagger was perched on a chair in the middle of the stage, playing an acoustic guitar. He had a microphone in from of him and was singing, the raw beauty within each note sending chills up her spine.

  “What’s that song?” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

  “It sounds like an original,” Vinnie replied. “And look at the chicks near the stage, they’re crying.”

  D’s eyes roamed over the crowd, what Vinnie said true. Some of the women had tears glistening on their cheeks, their watery gazes locked onto Jagger. D returned her attention to Jagger as he held a note, the word haunting coming to mind. She didn’t understand what he was singing, her Italian not good enough, but she knew it was a sad song; one she didn’t th
ink had a happy ending.

  “What’s the song about?” she asked.

  “Losing his father. I’ve heard his younger brother sing before. It was purer, like an angelic choir boy, but Jagger’s voice is...”

  “Haunting.”

  “Yeah, that’s the word. It’s grittier than Thierry’s, but still pure—if that makes sense.”

  Jagger came to the end of the song and looked up at the crowd, having had his head down the whole time. Silence filled the room, then applause broke out. People started cheering “Bravo!” and “Encore!” the crowd going wild.

  Jagger’s eyes widened, his expression surprised. Holding the guitar, he pushed up out of his chair and bowed, glancing to his left as Vinnie coughed. He straightened and waved at the crowd, saying “Sorry, I must go. Grazie for listening.” He turned and headed for Vinnie, thrusting out the guitar. “They were getting restless while waiting for you, so I sang to keep them occupied.”

  Vinnie took the guitar. “Grazie. Did you write that song?”

  Jagger nodded. “I’m not usually a singer, but—”

  “Bullshit, you were phenomenal. You should be singing, not training slaves.”

  “He does what?!” D gasped.

  Jagger smiled, showing the same pointy incisors as Brando, he just didn’t look sinister like his older brother. “That’s behind me now. I’ve been set free from my contract.”

  Vinnie pointed at the crowd, who was chanting for Jagger. “Well, looks like you might have found a new job and put me out of one.”

  Jagger smiled wider. “I don’t think so. They were getting restless because they wanted you.”