British Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Boxed Set

by Marissa Farrar

  “Mate, this is going to be sweet. Fuckin’ Tommy White is going to get what he deserves this morning.”

  Raine struggled harder as she panicked, recognising the voice of Snake Eyes, Archie’s best mate. He must’ve called for reinforcements, because he definitely hadn’t been there earlier. She strained to hear what he was saying, trying to see if she could tell how many there were from their voices. She had no weapons, she was weak, and she had no idea where she was. She needed to know what her chances of escape were. Was Archie still there or had he left it to his thugs to finish off the man she loved?

  “Who’s watching the traitorous bitch?” Archie’s voice rang out across the warehouse as he walked back in, returning from a cigarette break, looking out for any sign that Tommy was on his way.

  “Where the fuck is he? He should be here by now. Someone go and check that Raine’s still here. I won’t have him sneak in and save her while you lot stand around chatting shit in here.”

  Raine froze, her heart racing. Please, please don’t let them come in here again. A deep voice rang out and she shook with fear.

  “I’ll go and check on the dirty cow. We don’t want her to miss out on seeing the boyfriend dealt with do we?”

  They laughed and Raine wrestled with the rope, begging it to loosen further, before he came for her. Fat Tony. She had no idea what she was going to do but she wasn’t going to let that bastard beat her again. She would recognise that voice anywhere, it haunted her nightmares, and she had no desire to meet him again. Her father had used him to keep her in line before, and she had enough scars from his rings, his teeth, and footprints from his boots to last her a lifetime.

  The rope fell away and as she sighed with relief she realised she’d been holding her breath. She got up quickly, hiding in the shadows to give herself half a chance. She knew it was a slim one but she had to get away, had to save Tommy and this was her only hope. She picked up the chair and waited for the door to open.

  Fat Tony burst into the room, and with one swift blow, Raine smashed the chair down over his head. He wasn’t expecting it and he dropped to his knees with a groan, hitting his head hard on the floor and passing out. She dropped to her knees beside him and searched his jacket, finding his gun. She sneaked out of the room and crept through the shadows heading towards the side door. All that she could hope for was that the dark would shield her long enough before they discovered Fat Tony or he came to and alerted them to her escape.

  She nearly screamed as a heavy gloved hand covered her mouth, dragging her behind the crates that she had been skulking past. She struggled, arms and legs flailing against the solid strength of her new captor.

  “Quiet, Miss,” a familiar voice said, “Mr White doesn’t want you hurt any more than you have been.”

  “Albert?” she whispered, her voice shaking, “is that you? Where’s Tommy?”

  “He’s sorting out your brother, miss, he’s asked me to get you to the car where you’ll be safe. Him and his boys will deal with this situation, and I don’t think you’ll want to see it.”

  “No, I can’t let him do this, Albert, there’s too many of them, they’re expecting him, it’s a trap!”

  She gasped as Tommy strode into the warehouse, his gun drawn, flanked by several of his men. Albert bundled her towards the door but she resisted, unable to tear her gaze from her man.

  “Where the fuck is your sister, you evil little prick? Jesus Christ, she’s family, what are you doing using her like this?” he snarled at Archie, as his men drew their weapons and moved towards him.

  “Hold on, boys, let’s hear what he has to say before we blow his brains out. I’m interested to see why he thinks I give a shit about that treacherous little whore he’s so desperate to protect.” Archie laughed and his boys joined in.

  “Your so called girlfriend ratted you out, Tommy. She spilled all of your secrets while we tortured her and now we have the upper hand on all of your interests. She squealed like a pig once we’d finished with her.”

  “Where is she?” Tommy roared, “I’ll kill every last one of you, if you don’t bring her out here now!”

  Archie laughed. “Fat Tony’s in with her mate and he’s been gone a while. She must be entertaining him.”

  “Noooo,” he shouted, his face distraught. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you all.”

  He opened fire, and his men followed suit, ducking behind a pillar as shots rang out across the warehouse, several of Archie’s men falling to the floor. Tommy’s boys surged forward, taking out as many of Archie’s as they could, some falling as they did. Tommy used the distraction to get to the back of the warehouse, Archie following close behind, firing blindly.

  “I have to go to him, he needs to know I’m okay.”

  Raine wrenched herself out of Albert’s grip, hurling herself towards where Tommy and Archie had disappeared.

  Too late she realised that Archie had seen her and she ran straight into his hands, his grip on her so tight she gasped for breath. He dragged her, his gun in front of them, slamming open doors to find Tommy.

  “I have Raine, Tommy. Show yourself or I’ll kill her with my bare ‘ands.”

  Raine struggled and he dropped her to the floor, kicking her in the stomach, making her groan, doubled up on the floor. She felt for the gun, its cold hard muzzle reassuring her. Archie knelt beside her and punched her in the face.

  “I’ll beat her until you come out you fuckin’ coward,” he yelled.

  Tommy peered around the doorway.

  “Babe, it’ll be okay, I’m here, don’t move.”

  Raine turned to look at him and his face clouded with rage at the sight of her bloody nose and mouth.

  “What do you want?” he growled, “why is she here?”

  Archie laughed, a sinister sound in the midst of all of the chaos.

  “You killed my dad, you tried to destroy my business and then you stole my sister. I want you dead and I want her to witness it. I want my revenge you bastard.”

  “Go on then, kill me,” Tommy said, kneeling down. “But let her go, please Archie, let her go.”

  “Tommy, no,” Raine whimpered.

  Archie kicked her and Tommy winced, his face screwed up with rage.

  “Leave her alone, or I will kill you.”

  Archie stepped towards him and Raine sobbed. He grabbed Tommy by the hair and held the gun to his temple.

  “You think you can destroy my family, but I outsmarted you. You let yourself get distracted. I know she grassed me up with that drug shipment, and now she’s grassed you up too. She’s not worth your love, Tommy, she ain’t worth nothing.”

  “Let her go.”

  “Nah, mate. I’m going to kill you and then I’m going to kill her too. You can think about that as my bullet goes through your brain.”

  Raine was crying.

  “I didn’t mean to tell them anything, Tommy. They hurt me, they…”

  “Hush baby, it’s okay, I know, I know I can trust you.”

  “Shut your mouth,” Archie shouted, smacking him with the gun.

  Tommy slumped to the floor and Archie stepped over him, his back to Raine.

  “Say goodbye to your little slut, Tommy White,” he said.

  Without even thinking, Raine pulled out the gun and aimed at Archie. She pulled the trigger over and over until the bullets ran out and still she kept firing, until someone pulled her away and took the gun off her.

  Archie lay on the ground, his body riddled with bullets, his eyes glassy, blood running all over the floor. Tommy picked himself up and kicked the body with his foot. He checked for a pulse and when he found nothing he stood up.

  Raine was shaking, Albert holding her up.

  “I told you to get her to the car, Albert.”

  “Sorry, Mr White, she got away from me.”

  Tommy took her into his arms and held her tight.

  “Are the rest of the boys alright?”

  “We lost Billy, I’m afraid, but the others are okay.
They’re holding several of Mr Madden’s men for you to deal with.”

  “I think I’ll save them til later. Get the boys to secure them in the usual place. I’m going to take Raine home.”

  “Would you like me to drive?” Albert asked but Tommy shook his head.

  “I think we’d like some time alone, thank you Albert.”

  Albert disappeared and Tommy took Raine’s face in his hands. She winced.

  “Is he dead?” she asked.

  Tommy nodded. He wiped a little of the blood off her lips and kissed her, softly, stroking her cheek. Raine clung to him, tears pouring down her face.

  “I thought I was going to lose you, Tommy,” she said, kissing him harder despite the pain of her bruised and battered mouth. “I couldn’t lose you.”

  “It’s okay, baby, you won’t lose me, not ever. You were a brave girl, darlin’. You did what you had to do, and I will sort it for you. No one can hurt you now.”

  “I had to kill him, he was going to kill you, I didn’t have any choice.”

  “Hush, sweetheart, I know that, I’m proud of you. Let’s get you out of here.”

  “Give me a minute with him?” she asked and Tommy kissed her one more time then let her go.

  “I’ll be right outside.”

  Raine knelt down next to the lifeless body of her brother and kissed his cheek.

  “I’m sorry Archie. I’m sorry mum died, I’m sorry dad made you grow up too quick and I’m sorry I left you. Most of all I’m sorry you couldn’t forgive me for wanting to get out. But you’re out for good now, so I guess I saved you somehow.”

  With that she turned and left the room, the ghosts of her past left behind with Archie.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Happy Ever After?

  The sun shone as the bells of the church rang out and the confetti fluttered down like rainbow butterflies around the happy couple as they emerged from the cool and dark of the vestibule.

  Paparazzi snapped photos as they walked hand in hand through the guests lining the path, shaking hands, accepting congratulations as they moved through the crowd. Albert held open the door of the vintage Rolls Royce Phantom, and they stepped inside giggling like teenagers. The guests surrounded the car, and they waved as Albert drove them away from the pretty village green.

  “That was like being a celebrity,” Raine laughed. “Who would’ve thought anyone would be interested in us!”

  “A notorious gangster marries the beautiful orphan from a slaughtered family? That’s the sort of gossip they love, babe.”

  He kissed her, his hand slipping inside the top of her strapless dress, pinching her nipple hard, making her gasp and kiss him more deeply.

  “We’ll have to be careful getting filthy on our honeymoon. You don’t know who’ll be hiding in the bushes watching me fuck you.”

  “Let them watch,” she whispered, “I couldn’t be happier, Tommy, and I don’t care who knows it.”

  He slid the silk of her wedding gown up her thighs and found her bare, soaking pussy ready and waiting for his touch. His thumb stroked her clit as his fingers worked deep inside her, his grip on her nipple tightening as he felt her tense up, sensing her orgasm building.

  “What a naughty girl you are, Raine,” he murmured. “No knickers in church, you wicked thing. I think I’ll need to find a suitable punishment for that.”

  He stroked her again, as she pushed up against his palm.

  “Can you pull over here, Albert?” he asked, removing his fingers from her and sucking them as she whimpered, sitting up to see where they were.

  “What are we doing?” she asked. There was nothing but a layby and the wood that they had been driving through for a short while.

  Tommy got out of the car and turned to get her. He lifted her over his shoulder, her dress slipping over her head, exposing her bare bum to anyone who was watching.

  “Put me down, you bully,” she giggled, the light breeze blowing over her wet slit turning her on, just as he had known it would. “Albert will have a heart attack.”

  Laughing, he strode through the trees until he found what he was looking for. He set her down and undid his tie, using it as a makeshift blindfold. Then he took off his belt and secured her wrists behind her back, tipping her forward over a large fallen tree. Again her dress was pushed roughly up her body until she was exposed from the waist down, spread-eagled over the tree.

  “Naughty, knickerless girls need to be spanked,” he said. “What would the good Lord think, seeing you parade in his church like a harlot?”

  Raine giggled again at the thought of it. She could hear him rustling in the undergrowth and she wondered what he was doing. He’d used his tie for her eyes and his belt for her wrists so he had nothing left to spank her with but his bare hand so why wasn’t he getting on with it. She imagined a couple of ramblers coming across the kinky little scene and she shivered with anticipation. The thought of being caught made it so much more exciting… What the hell was he doing?

  With a swish and a sharp stinging pain which made her yelp, she realised what he’d been up to. He’d found a birch twig, supple and springy but surprisingly firm, and she could only imagine the thin red stripe that would be blooming across her pale flesh right now. Again it came down and she moaned and wriggled against the tree. She couldn’t get away and he whipped her with his stick over and over until she was crying in agony and desperation for his cock.

  “Spread ‘em wider,” he commanded, using his foot to separate her legs and gently tip her even further over the tree. Her pussy was totally exposed, glistening in the afternoon sun and he trailed the tip of the switch over her swollen lips. With a tiny flick of his wrist he brought it down over the soft flesh, and she squealed. He stroked her, then took his hand away and did it again. He caught her clit with the very tip, a leg shaking wave of pleasure rolling through her.

  “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, “again, please, again.”

  Tommy stroked her, dipping his fingers into the soaking depths, her warmth clinging to him. In and out he slid, cum dribbling out of her, dripping out onto the leaves and dirt below her.

  “That’s it baby,” he murmured. “You like it when I show you who’s in charge don’t you?” He pulled his fingers out and brought the switch down over and over across her swollen pussy until she was gasping and crying and begging him to fuck her.

  Tommy dropped the twig and unzipped his trousers, then shoving his boxers out of the way he buried himself inside her with a grunt of pleasure, tipping Raine over the edge. She pulsed around him, her pussy clutching at him, drawing him in deeper until, with an animal roar, he emptied himself inside her, sliding out to watch his thick white stream dribble over her lips and splash onto the ground, mixing with hers.

  He slapped her arse one more time then pulled her to her feet, releasing her wrists and pulling off the blindfold.

  “So, now you’re mine, forever, and I will never let anyone hurt you again. You don’t have to look after yourself anymore, sweetheart. From now on you can be the innocent, and you let me tell the lies to keep us safe, baby. I got you now and I’ll never let you go.”

  He picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the car as she nuzzled into his neck, kissing him, revelling in the strength and the safety of his touch.

  He placed her carefully onto the back seat and got in beside her, their hands entwined on the soft leather.

  “Let’s go home, Albert,” he said, “I think it’s time I showed my wife how a real gangster lives. We’ve got some celebrating to do tonight.”

  The car pulled away from the side of the road. As it disappeared into the distance, a figure stepped out from behind a tree and watched it go. Their phone pinged and after a quick look, they tapped out a message and hit send. Then pulling their hood tighter around their face they disappeared back into the woods.

  THE END

  About Lexie Bay

  Lexie lives with her two daughters on the south coast of England, and spends
her days working in finance. She loves the adrenaline rush of the unexpected, craves peace to write every day, likes to lose herself in the realms of fantasy and has a thing for smells that take her back to her childhood. She started writing to immerse herself in a world where women are adored and men fall at their feet but it didn’t take long before she realised that sometimes men do that so you can stomp all over them in your sexy stiletto boots. Ever since then she’s been creating stories that stay true to her original romantic dream while exploring the erotic, the kinky and the downright filthy.

  Her style is contemporary naughtiness often with a twist of humour, because life is funny and she likes her characters to be as real as possible.

  Lexie is published by House of Erotica, Sweetmeats Press and Ravenous Romance and you can follow her on Twitter @lexie_bay and Facebook http://www.facebook.com/LexieBayAuthor

  Teaser:

  Flesh for Fantasy (From “Coming Together With Curves”)

  I can’t concentrate today because I am seeing her tonight. The thought makes my pussy wet. I crave her flesh, the smooth pale curves of her body. She is my obsession, my carefully guarded secret and she is filling my head with filthy thoughts about what I will do to her later.

  My boyfriend thinks we are just friends. He doesn’t know how much I yearn to be in her arms, how I ache for the contrast of her soft body as he holds me against his hard muscle. She isn’t his type; he likes his women like me, boyish and skinny with no bum and tits that are only just a handful. Sophia is the opposite of me. My hands glide over her curves, fingers disappearing into the folds of her flesh, always a different place to explore as she moves beneath my touch.

  My phone heralds the arrival of a text and I grab it. Please let it be from her. My need to be with her is bordering on insanity and I want to know that she is thinking about our evening together as much as I am.