BULL: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I was so lost and confused in my own mind as I stumbled along the hallways that I didn’t even realize it when I ended up at a dead end.

  I sighed and looked out the window. I could see green grass rolling along, perfectly manicured and beautiful. It was almost easy to forget that everything I could see belonged to very violent, very dangerous people.

  As I turned to leave, one of the doors opened and a young, pretty woman stepped out.

  She looked at me and smiled. “Hi there,” she said.

  “Hi,” I answered, surprised. Everyone else had just ignored me.

  “Surprised that I’m talking to you?” the girl asked.

  “Actually, I am,” I said, laughing. “Everyone here seems so busy.”

  “I’m Kaley.”

  “I’m Emma.”

  “Don’t worry about most people here, Emma. Everyone pretends to be important, but the truth is nobody really knows what they’re doing.”

  I laughed. “Thanks. That makes me feel better actually.”

  “Are you someone’s wife?” she asked me.

  I shook my head. “No. Not at all. I guess I’m Louisa Barone’s guest now.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

  I nodded. “I came in with someone else, but I guess she’s taking me in.”

  “Really?” she asked again, smiling. “Louisa Barone?”

  I laughed again. “Yeah, Louisa Barone.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never really seen her take to anyone. I mean, except for Natalie, but they’re sisters-in-law.”

  “Do you know Louisa?”

  “Sure, I know her,” Kaley said, laughing. “She’s a strange one. We’ve become friends though, I think.”

  “Hard to read, right?”

  “Very hard to read. The trick is, you can’t assume that she’s a normal human being.”

  “That seems like good advice.”

  “Trust me, it is. Lou operates on her own level.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.” Kaley smiled and leaned up against the wall.

  “If you’re busy, you can totally go.”

  “No. I was just going for a walk actually. Fire away.”

  “Is Louisa a good person?”

  She smiled and laughed. “What a weird question.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just hard to tell here.”

  “Complicated, right? On the one hand, we love these people. But on the other, they are criminals. I guess I’m not supposed to say that, but, come on, we all know it.”

  I laughed. “Do people pretend like this isn’t the mafia?”

  She made a face. “Oh, absolutely. You’re not a cop, are you?”

  “Not even a little bit.”

  “Good. But coming back to your question, it’s tough to say. I do think most of the people here mean well, but a lot of the things they do to make money is difficult to swallow.”

  “How do you handle it?”

  “I just trust my husband. His name is Vince Mori. He’s one of the captains.”

  “Oh,” I said, nodding. “I know that name. My father used to be . . . someone, I guess.”

  “Vince, he’s someone all right. I don’t always agree with what he does, but I know he has his reasons and I trust him. That’s all it is for me.”

  “So what about Louisa?”

  “She’s different, of course. She’s not part of the organization, but she’s still part of the family. I think she has an incredibly good heart and wants to help everyone around her, but she doesn’t always go about it the right way. She goes about it her way, but sometimes that way is a little extreme.”

  “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

  She smiled. “I suppose I am.”

  “Will you tell me about it?”

  “Maybe another time,” she said. “I’m going to get going. What was your name again?”

  “Emma. Emma Karsov.”

  “Well, Emma Karsov, it was nice to meet you. I’m Kaley Mori.” We shook hands. “Don’t get too lost. This place is like a giant maze.”

  “Thanks. I’m finding that out.”

  She waved and headed off, disappearing around the corner.

  I stood there and watched her go, still conflicted. I felt like that conversation hadn’t fixed anything, and really it only made me more torn.

  She was right that the methods by which these people did things were sometimes difficult to understand. They broke laws, they hurt people, and they even killed people. Louisa was no different. She did what she thought was right, even if that was a really hard choice.

  I didn’t know if I could fit into that group. I didn’t know if I could do the hard things, if I could pull that trigger, if I could risk my life. I thought I had it within me, but I was a normal, regular person before all of this. I’d never shot a gun in my life, let alone shot to kill someone.

  I didn’t know if I could stomach it. I didn’t know if I could live up to what Louisa wanted from me.

  I began walking again, trying to empty my mind but finding it completely impossible. I kept coming back to Brooks and Louisa, Brooks and Louisa. Neither of them were lying to me, or maybe they both were, or maybe I just didn’t understand a single thing about this world.

  Eventually I ended up outside and walked along the green grass. I took my shoes and socks off and felt the grass between my toes. I felt all alone out in the open fields around the mansion, although I was probably being watched by someone. Still, it was peaceful and it felt nice.

  I sat down next to a tree eventually, leaning against the trunk, my feet in the soft dirt. I shut my eyes, trying to get a better feel for what I wanted, and slowly I drifted off to sleep.

  When I woke up, the sun was already setting.

  I couldn’t believe I’d slept for so long. It must have been hours, just sitting out in the beautiful shade underneath a large tree. I couldn’t believe nobody had bothered me, but apparently the Barone mansion was a paradise or something like that. I’d never slept outdoors like that before, all alone underneath a large tree, but I felt better as I stood up.

  I felt like I could figure out what I wanted. I had the urge to talk to Brooks, to understand him. Maybe if he could explain to me what was happening, if he could explain why he didn’t trust Louisa and why he was thinking about taking the promotion, maybe then I could understand.

  I headed back into the compound. It took me a few minutes to finally find our hallway, but I felt good and strong as I walked toward our door. I swiped my card, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

  “Brooks?” I called out.

  But I got only silence in return.

  He wasn’t here. I didn’t know where he was, but maybe he hadn’t come back. I went into the bedroom, but there was no sign of him at all. It wasn’t like we had much stuff anyway, but the bed was made and things were straightened up.

  It was almost like he had never been in there at all.

  I went back out into the main room, frowning. Maybe I could call the front desk and someone could find him for me. Maybe he was just still out walking around, getting himself together.

  Instead, as I went to grab the receiver, the phone started ringing.

  Hesitantly, I picked it up. “Hello?”

  “Have you thought about what I said?”

  It was Louisa. I was thoroughly taken off guard. “I have,” I said.

  “And?”

  “I still don’t know. I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

  There was a short silence. “When I started this, I was nothing,” Louisa said. “When I tell you that I want to give power to the powerless, I don’t just mean the women I save from slavery. I also mean the women I recruit to work with me.”

  “Is this how you do it? How you recruit your fighters?”

  “You don’t have to be a fighter, Emma,” she said, laughing. “Is that what you thought?”

  “It was,” I admitted. “I
’m not sure I’d be good at it.”

  “Emma, I work with the strengths of the people in my organization. If you’re not a fighter, we’ll find somewhere else for you. Besides, that was never what I wanted from you.”

  “What did you want?”

  “I want you to work with the girls, talk to them, make them understand where they are and what they’re doing. Transitioning from their old life to their new life can be difficult, and I think you can help with that.”

  I found myself nodding along. Maybe that was what I needed to do. It sounded right, like something important.

  “I wouldn’t have to kill?”

  “You wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

  “I need to consider this more, Louisa.”

  “Okay. One more thing. Brooks is gone.”

  “What?”

  “He left about an hour ago. I don’t know where he’s going, and I’m not tracking him. As far as I’m concerned, we’re going separate ways.”

  I bit my lip, so confused and angry. “He left the mansion?”

  “He did. Think about it, Emma.”

  Louisa hung up.

  I put my receiver down slowly.

  Where the hell was he going and why had he left me here without even a note? We’d had a fight, or something like a fight, but I didn’t feel like he and I were totally finished yet. Maybe at the time it had seemed that way, but it didn’t have to be.

  Still, if Louisa was telling the truth, then he was gone. I was left alone in this room.

  I was totally free. And suddenly, without Brooks, freedom seemed absolutely terrifying. I wanted him to come back, and I wanted to join Louisa, and I wanted it all to make sense.

  Freedom wasn’t easy. It was up to me to decide what was right, and nobody else could do that for me.

  27

  Brooks

  My anger ebbed and faded as I slowly walked the hallways, thinking over the massive choice I had hovering before me.

  The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that if it weren’t for Emma, I wouldn’t even hesitate to take this promotion. It was true that I disliked the mafia’s involvement in human trafficking and felt like that whole aspect of their business was actually very wrong and disgusting, but it was possible to love a thing without loving every single part of it. The fucking mafia was strength and power and wealth, and that was what I wanted. Plus, they’d taken me in and brought me up, and that shit counted for a lot.

  I was a loyal man. I wanted money and power, but I also took my oaths seriously. When I joined the mafia, I made a promise never to fucking betray them. I wasn’t a rat and I wasn’t a coward.

  But Emma made me see that there was more to the world than just the mafia. I never saw much more than that for me, and I was happy killing and stalking my victims. I was good at what I did, and the power the mafia gave me was enough.

  Maybe not anymore, though. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like there had to be more important things than just fucking murdering men for the mafia.

  I headed back toward the apartment, wanting to tell her that. I wanted to tell her everything, every single word. I wanted her to understand that I couldn’t decide what I wanted because I was torn between the life I knew and the life that was possible. She was the only reason I was even thinking about this, even considering turning down this promotion. I didn’t know if I’d stay with the mafia or what, but I did know that I couldn’t be with Emma and become a captain in this organization that did things she despised.

  I’d never felt like this about someone before. Normally I fucked a girl and then left her the next morning, never bothering to get her number again. I was a killer and didn’t have time to get involved with someone. But Emma was different for some reason. She attracted me toward her, pulled me into her orbit. It was the sort of feeling that rose up, quiet and wave-like, until one day it broke across your body and you were nothing without it.

  That sort of feeling defined you, became who you were. I was a killer, but I was also a man who wanted Emma more than I could actually explain. It was fucking maddening.

  I got back to the apartment and unlocked the door.

  “Emma?” I called out as I got inside.

  The place was empty. I didn’t know what I expected, but I was disappointed. I wanted her to understand where I was and what I was thinking, but she was gone.

  And there was still one problem hanging above all of this.

  Dante was still out there, and he knew all about Emma. Gian wanted him taken care of, but that didn’t mean he still couldn’t be a problem for me right now. Dante commanded the loyalty and respect of many men, most of who would follow him into war if needed.

  Standing in that room, the memory of Emma’s body still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but know what my next move had to be.

  I couldn’t hesitate and I couldn’t hold back, not if I wanted all of this to be over, truly fucking over. Not if I wanted Emma to be safe.

  In the end, all this bullshit aside, all this stress and anger forgotten, in the end my only goal was to keep Emma safe. Shit had gotten so out of bounds, so far beyond what I had ever imagined was going to happen, that maybe I’d lost sight of what I wanted.

  What I wanted was for Emma to survive. The world needed more of her.

  I felt like I finally knew what I really needed to do. Looking around the room one last time, I made my decision. I turned and left the room, walking quickly away, and not looking back.

  Hours later, the sun long set, the city was quiet. Chicago never really slept, not exactly. There were always people out on the streets, always noise somewhere. But it slowed down when the sun set, and life seemed almost calm in the middle of the night.

  I was wearing all black, my combat vest strapped on underneath a black sweatshirt and black pants. I even had a black knit mask pulled up on my head, ready if I needed it.

  I had my body pressed against a wall, sticking to the shadows of the building across the street from Dante’s deli. I knew he’d be working late tonight, since this was the night when most of his bookies and collectors brought their payments in. Dante would be up with a couple other guys, making sure none of their boys were short.

  I fingered my weapon, sliding my skin along the smooth barrel of the silencer. The Barone compound had an enormous and well-stocked armory, and I had even been able to borrow a damn car. I’d gotten myself geared up, gone back to my apartment to clean my wounds and change the bandage, gotten changed, and then I had hit the streets.

  I’d been staking out the deli for a few hours, ever since sunset. My wounds ached, and I briefly wondered how Emma was doing, but I had to put that shit out of my mind. I had a job to do, a very difficult job. I didn’t have a partner to rely on this time. Whatever happened from here was all on me.

  That was how I wanted it. I was sick of taking orders, sick of playing by the fucking rules. I was doing this my way or nothing.

  I checked my watch. It was just after three in the morning, and I was betting that they were almost finished in there. The guys would have broken out the whisky by this point, drinking and smoking to celebrate their successful evening.

  I pushed off the wall, not waiting a second longer. My whole body was on edge, buzzing with electricity and anticipation. This was going to be it, the final person who could bring harm to Emma, the last obstacle before I could finally fucking breathe again.

  I made my way across the street, sticking to the shadows and keeping low. I moved down along the sidewalk, using the cars as cover, before cutting down the alley that lead to the deli’s back door.

  Once there, I stopped and listened. It was empty, completely abandoned. That wasn’t unusual, especially if there weren’t many guys left with Dante. I didn’t know how many men would be in there, but I didn’t care.

  I was willing to kill however many it took for this to be over. Gian wanted Dante out of the way, but he never specifically said anything about the men who were
loyal to Dante. Maybe they were collateral damage, but they knew the fucking risks.

  I pressed my ear against the door and listened. I could hear the dull thud of music coming through the wood and smiled to myself. Sounded like they were fully in party mode.

  It took me a few tense seconds to pick the lock, but once it was open, I turned the handle and waited. When I heard nothing, I cracked the door and looked inside.

  Boxes blocked most of my view, but the lights were still on in there. The music came through louder, plus some talking and laughing.

  The sound of women giggling came through, loud and clear.

  I clenched my jaw. This could be bad, but I wasn’t turning back. I slipped through the door and shut it softly behind me.

  There were boxes stacked in the short hallway that led to the back room. The door was open, and I knew Dante and his guys would be in there.

  I raised my weapon. This was it, the final straw, the last thing I needed to do. There was no more turning back.

  I was a killer. I was good at this. I took a deep, steadying breath and then moved forward.

  I looked inside the room. I spotted three men plus Dante, though I didn’t recognize them. They were all seated around a table that was littered with money.

  And in each lap was a girl. They looked young, way too fucking young, and it hit me hard when I realized that these were probably some of the girls Dante bought and sold.

  They had their own fucking hookers in there. I studied the girls for a second, trying to get a sense of the room. I could easily kill the two men closest to me, but the third would be difficult. The girl kept moving around, clearly the drunkest of the group.

  The other girls looked more scared, more cautious. The men were pawing at them, laughing, and pouring drinks. The girls were clearly trying to loosen up and have fun, but I was guessing it was hard to have a party when you were terrified for your life at all times.

  I had to make this fast. The men were definitely armed, though I could tell they were also drunk. There wasn’t much cover between me and them, so I couldn’t waste a single second.

  I stepped out into the doorway. The man facing me glanced up and had half a second of surprise before I put a bullet in his skull.