by B. B. Hamel
He opened the shower door and grabbed a condom from the counter. He ripped it open and rolled it down his length. I stared at him, the need to have him inside me so deep and intense that it almost scared me. He stepped toward me and then grabbed my hips roughly, pulling me toward him. He kissed me and then spun me around, kicking my legs open wide.
“Your wish is my command,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his big cock deep between my legs.
Pleasure exploded through me. I didn’t know that I needed it so badly, but once his cock sank deep inside me, I realized that he was all I’d been thinking of. This feeling, Brooks inside me, that was all I wanted and needed. I gasped, moaning as he slowly slid himself back and forth, pressing deeper, pulling back.
His hands roamed my body, feeling my breasts, teasing my nipples. I spread my legs wider and pressed my hands against the flat tile. “Fuck me hard, Brooks,” I said, not sure why. “It’s what I need.”
“That’s fucking right, you dirty girl.” He slapped my ass hard and I gasped. “You want this big cock fucking your tight little pussy.” He started fucking me then, really fucking me, not holding back. His thrusts were long, slow, and rough, his skin wet against mine, my pussy dripping. He slid deep inside of me easily, filling my every inch.
He slapped my ass again and thrust hard. I gasped, moaning, as pleasure flooded my body. He began to fuck me harder, deeper, his cock filling every part of me as pleasure flooded me. I could feel sweat building along my skin in the heat of the shower as he fucked me, rough and savage. He took a handful of my hair, tipping my chin back, slamming his cock deep between my legs. It was what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me rough and deep, needed that big cock between my legs. I needed his strength behind me, fucking me.
“God this tight pussy drives me insane,” he whispered in my ear. “I love how you want me to fuck you deep and rough. I want to take your little cunt until I’ve used up every drop.”
“Good,” I gasped. “Fuck me deep, Brooks. I want you to take it.”
He growled with an animal-like fury as he continued to fuck me, our bodies moving together intensely. He filled me up, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I worked my hips, bucking back against him, taking his every inch, moaning with a wildness that I didn’t know I had inside me.
He reached around and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I rocked my hips along with him, building myself up toward it, working him inside me, taking his every inch. I loved sliding along his thick cock, loved that his ripped body could take me so easily, bend me over and fuck me deep. He slapped my ass again, roughly, fucking me savagely and deeply.
Just as I felt it building closer and closer, he pulled his cock out and grabbed my hips, spinning me back around. He kissed me hard and lifted me into the air again, his arms under my legs. This time, instead of lowering me down onto his cock, he kicked open the shower door and carried me over toward the vanity sink. He slowly lowered me down onto the counter, spreading my legs wide.
He grabbed my hips, shifting me forward. My back was half against the mirror as he slowly sank his cock inside me again, holding my hips, spreading my legs.
He kissed me as he began to fuck me like that, me sitting with my back against the mirror. I couldn’t believe the intense pleasure that rocked me as he fucked me like that, his arms holding my hips, fucking me deep as he kissed me. He moved back and felt my breasts as he took my pussy deep and hard.
“I want to come all over these fucking tits,” he said.
“Whatever you want,” I said, my mind a total blank of pleasure. “Take me how you want, Brooks.”
He grunted and fucked me harder, deeper. He began to rub my clit with one hand, his other hand wrapped through my hair. He fucked me deep with his big cock, my legs spread wide as he worked my soaking wet clit.
Steam swirled around us in the air as he fucked me. My sweat began to drip from my body, but I didn’t mind one bit. He was filling my every inch, fucking me with an animal grace and savagery that drove me absolutely wild.
His finger on my clit tipped me over the edge. I looked into his face as he fucked me and I came, the orgasm rolling down my spine, moving through my mind. I came hard on his thick cock, and he fucked me mercilessly, unrelenting, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I rolled my hips, my body tensing and clenching, unable to stop myself, my mind totally lost in the cloud of absolute orgasmic pleasure.
“That’s right. Fuck. Come for me,” he grunted. “God I love that fucking face you make. Fuck, girl, this tight pussy.” He groaned, pulling himself out of me.
I watched as he tore the condom off, jerking his big cock. He came then in thick spurts, his cum dropping onto my skin. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, coming on my tits. I gasped, biting my lip, my orgasm finished, pleasure rolling through my mind.
Slowly his orgasm ended. He learned forward and kissed me hard.
I savored that kiss, let myself get lost in it. I loved that he wanted my body, wanted to look at it and feel it. I loved that he couldn’t help himself with me, lost himself so much that he just had to come on my tits.
Slowly the kiss ended, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Fuck, girl,” he said. “I can’t help myself around you.”
“Good.” I laughed. “Now let me down. I think we need to take a proper shower.”
He smiled and helped me down from the counter. We got back into the standing shower together, letting the water rinse away the sex and sweat.
He held my hips, almost tenderly, kissing me softly as we showered. We didn’t talk much, and we didn’t really need to. We’d said all we had to say, and now we were just enjoying being around each other.
It was the tenderest moment of my life. He cleaned my back, kissed my shoulders, kissed my lips. I felt safe, clean, and good with him in the shower. My brain buzzing on pleasure and orgasm kept me calm, and everything else in the world was gone and meaningless.
That was what he did to me. When things were falling apart around us, when we weren’t on the edge of getting killed, Brooks made me feel good. Plain and simple, he made me feel good, and that was something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
I kissed his lip. I didn’t know where this was going, but I wasn’t going to let go of this moment, not if I could help it.
23
Brooks
I was floating on fucking air, my cock practically dripping from Emma’s wet pussy. I took a deep breath as I pulled my clothes on, trying to calm myself down as I checked the time.
I had to get moving to make this meeting with Gian. I didn’t know what he wanted, and part of me thought Louisa might be leading me right into a trap. But if she wanted to hurt me, she’d had plenty of much easier opportunities already.
“Heading out?”
I looked over at Emma and couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through my body. “Yeah,” I said. “Got to get to this meeting.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
I smirked at her. “I have your tight little pussy waiting for me back here. That’s all the motivation I need.”
She laughed and turned to walk away. She was wearing nothing but a bra and a little black thong. I watched her walk back into the bathroom and wanted to follow her, press her up against the wall, and fuck her damn brains out.
Instead, I got my shit and forced myself to leave the bedroom. I needed a fresh pair of clothes, but at least I’d got a shower in, so I wasn’t completely disgusting.
I left the room, my knife tucked comfortably into my pants, just in case. I moved through the hallways, heading back toward where all the offices were. I wasn’t sure which one was Gian’s, but it’d be pretty easy to ask.
Just as I got into the stairwell, someone stepped out of the shadows. Instantly I fell into a fighting stance, ready to defend myself, my hand down on my knife.
“Calm down,” Louisa said.
I slowly relaxed. “Shouldn’t sneak up on me.”
“Can’t help it. We need to talk.”
“About that. I need to know what you’re going to say about Emma.”
I shrugged. “She’s my new girl.”
“What’s her name?”
“Lucy.”
She sighed. “No. Her name is Ashley Marks. You met her in a bar, thought she had nice tits. Got it?”
I grinned at her. “She does have nice tits. And fine, Ashley Marks.”
“Good. Also, you killed Emma. That’s your story.”
“Is he going to ask?”
“I don’t know. I think he is, though.”
“Fine. I killed her.”
“How?”
“Slit her throat after I drugged her and wrapped her in plastic. Dragged the body out to the quarry and dropped it in weighted down with cement blocks.” I grinned at her. “Any more questions?”
She eyed me. “Done that before?”
“To a few men,” I said pointedly.
“Good luck, Brooks.” She walked off without another word.
I watched her go, shaking my head. What a strange fucking woman, that Louisa Barone. She was playing some game, some big game that I couldn’t quite see. I didn’t believe her little story about giving power to the powerless. It just seemed too good to be true that she was fighting for justice and trying to save helpless women.
No, Louisa was playing a bigger game than that. I was sure of it. Maybe she was using the women as an excuse to consolidate power, but she was going for something much larger. She was too smart to play superhero in this fucked-up city. She was too close to power not to understand how it really worked.
Saving lives didn’t give you power. Taking them, or at least the ability to take them, that gave you power.
I shook my head and moved on, heading down toward the offices.
It wasn’t too hard to find Gian. I had to ask one of the staff members, but he pointed me in the right direction. I got a glimpse of his pistol as he did so.
Gian’s office was in a short dead-end hallway, the last door on the right. It was a big wooden door with his name on the front on a little bronze plate. I knocked and waited.
“Come in.”
I pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Boss,” I said.
“Brooks, good. You made it.” Gian stood up and smiled at me.
He was a couple of years older than me and about my height, handsome, or at least women fucking thought so. He was a dangerous man, good at fighting, skilled with a gun. He’d helped bring me up and was something like a brother to me.
“Sit down,” he said.
I sat in one of the big overstuffed chairs in front of his desk. He sat back down.
“Whisky?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He got a bottle and two glasses from his desk and poured. “Benefits of having a desk,” he said. “Easy place to store this shit.” He handed me a glass and held his up. I grabbed my glass and held mine to match him.
“Salut,” he said. “To you.”
“To the Barone family,” I added.
We clinked glasses and drank.
The whisky felt fucking good going down my throat. I hadn’t had a drink in what felt like fucking years.
“Another?” he asked.
“Always.”
He loaded us up with two doubles and then leaned back in his chair. I sipped mine, savoring the smoky flavor.
“So, Brooks,” he said, “know why I wanted you here?”
“Not sure, if I’m honest,” I said.
“Okay then. Let’s cut the bullshit. Is the girl dead?”
I nodded. “Yes. Got rid of her myself.”
“When?”
“Two nights ago. Something like that.”
He frowned. “You kept her around for a while.”
“She was useful.”
“And this new girl?”
“Just a new girl.”
“Your next victim?”
I grinned at him. “Maybe. If she plays her cards right.”
He laughed and took a drink. “You know why I’m asking you, right?”
“I know the rules, boss.”
“You’ve been a good worker for me, Brooks, a damn good killer. I’ve heard complaints that you don’t like hurting women, but, shit, a man has to have a code, right? I can overlook that sort of thing.”
“That’s good to hear,” I said. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I had my suspicions. Just like Louisa had guessed, he’d started with asking me about Emma. She knew something more than she was saying, but that didn’t matter now. At least she had warned me.
“Dante has been talking a lot,” Gian said. “Thinks you’re trying to save the girl’s life. Thinks you’re breaking rules, that you’ve gone soft.” He paused, eyeing me. “Did you go soft, Brooks?”
“Dante is a fucking cunt,” I said. “I didn’t go soft.”
“Dante can be a cunt,” he agreed. “Frankly, we haven’t been happy with Dante for a long time. He hasn’t exactly been able to handle our little problem with the Spiders, as you saw firsthand.”
“That was a cluster fucker,” I said.
“Thanks to you, we managed to keep some of the girls.”
And you managed to murder a bunch more, I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue.
“Only did as ordered.”
“You got the cars out because you think about shit. You did what had to be done because you’re not a coward. That’s why I sent you, Brooks. Dante is a fucking coward, even though he’s got a lot of experience.”
“Dante is who he is,” I said.
“Yeah. That’s fucking right.” Gian knocked his drink back and so did I. “Listen, Brooks. I want to promote you.”
That came as a surprise. I genuinely didn’t think that was what this was about, though I’d had my suspicions. “Why now?” I asked.
“Because you’ve proven yourself time and again. This shit with the girl, who fucking cares? You say she’s dead, so she’s dead. That’s all that matters to me.”
“I appreciate the trust.”
“Like I said, you fucking earned it. And Dante, well, he’s been spouting off at the fucking mouth for too long. He’s not as useful as he once was.”
“So what do you want me to do, take over Dante’s territory?”
“That’s exactly right.” Gian leaned back in his chair, grinning hugely at me. “Interested?”
It was a very, very tempting offer. Dante’s territory was rich and important to the Barone family, and I knew that if I become the local boss, I would definitely elevate my fucking life.
But I wasn’t sure I wanted to elevate my life. I was happy where I was, content with what I did. If I became the boss, that meant I wouldn’t be a killer anymore, wouldn’t be a hit man. I’d be a fucking boss.
Then there was Emma. Gian seemed to be suggesting that he didn’t care if Emma was alive or dead, that he could just ignore it. If I told him that Emma was really this new girl, whatever the name was, he’d probably believe me, mostly because he didn’t care. We could be free, and I could make a lot more money.
But would she want that? I couldn’t imagine she’d want me working for the mafia, not after what she’d seen.
“Can I think about it?” I asked him.
He laughed. “You fucking serious? Any other guy would be freaking out for this chance, but not you. Shit, Brooks, I definitely have the right guy for this.” He shook his head and laughed again. “Sure, fucking think about it. Two days. How’s that?”
“That’s generous. Thanks, Gian.”
“One last thing. If you accept, you have to kill Dante. Take him out, and the territory is yours.”
I nodded. I’d expected that. “Fine.”
“Good. Think about it. Let me know.”
I stood up. “Anything else, boss?”
“That’s all. Go fucking enjoy this place, yeah?”
“I can handle that.”
He nodded and
I turned and left.
He wanted to make me a boss, and all I had to do was kill a man I already strongly disliked. It should have been an easy choice.
But it wasn’t, not at all, not with Emma in my life, whatever she meant to me. She wasn’t going to be okay with this. I couldn’t imagine she’d want to stick around.
As I walked slowly back to the apartment, I dreaded telling her. I didn’t know how I felt about it or what I wanted from it, but I knew she’d be upset. I wasn’t going to lie to her though. I wasn’t going to hold this back. We’d come too far together, gone through too much shit to start lying like that.
Maybe I’d be a boss, or maybe not. For now, I was going back to the room to think and to see her, maybe figure this shit out.
24
Emma
After Brooks left for his meeting, I couldn’t help but wrap myself in a fluffy white robe that I found in the closet and lounge on the couch. I felt strangely good and safe, my head still buzzing from earlier, and I let out a long sigh.
I’d never experienced wealth like this before. I knew that people like the Barones lived in places like this, but it still felt completely unreal. I leafed through a packet that I found on the coffee table and realized that there were menus and lists of places I could go, like a sauna or even a small doctor’s office.
This damn place came with room service. I couldn’t help but laugh. I came from a neighborhood where the closest grocery store was actually a little bodega that barely carried any food. Here, though, I could have them deliver a full breakfast to my door with only a phone call.
I wished I had come here sooner. But then again, I likely wouldn’t have been allowed in here if it wasn’t for all the insane stuff that had happened.
Really, if it weren’t for Brooks and Louisa. They were the only ones who seemed to care at all about what happened to me, as far as I could tell. With Brooks away at this meeting, I was really and truly alone for the first time in a while.
I didn’t know what I wanted from all of this. I didn’t know where this was going or what our options even were. Louisa just kept saying that she was going to help us, but I didn’t know what that really meant. I didn’t know if she was going to somehow get the mafia to stop thinking about me and hunting me or if she was going to get me out of the city.
