by B. B. Hamel
Vince. He was involved with this gun thing. These guns must be for the war, for killing my family members. I felt anger welling up in my chest.
“Why are you showing me this?” I asked Louisa.
“You should see it.”
“But why?” I snapped. “What does this prove?”
“You should understand what’s happening.”
“I get it. There’s a war.”
She pointed. “Those guns are meant to kill your family, and they might get my family killed. I want you to see it.”
“And do what?” I asked her, angry. “I can’t do a thing about this.”
“No, you can’t.”
“You want me to turn myself in to my family? I won’t do that.”
“I know that.”
“Then what do you want?”
She stared at me. “I want you to see.”
Before I could yell at her some more, she turned and simply walked away.
I stared at her back as she slowly disappeared behind some buildings, frustration running through my chest. I had no clue what she wanted or what her motives were, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t control my family, much less the Italians. I couldn’t stop them from killing each other, and showing me those guns did nothing but upset me.
I’d thought Lou was my friend. I’d thought she was on my side. But that was stupid. All of these people were my enemies in some way or another. Nat had warned me that people were angry with me, but I had never imagined Louisa would be one of those people.
But Lou didn’t seem like the type to purposefully try to hurt someone.
None of it made sense, and it only hurt me to see Vince unloading those guns and checking them, probably imagining himself killing my family members.
I turned and walked away. There was nothing I could do, and watching wouldn’t solve anything.
I wanted to call Soph so badly, but I couldn’t. I had nobody I could talk to. Natalie was nice to me, but she was still Louisa’s sister-in-law. I couldn’t go to her, couldn’t go to Vince, couldn’t go to anyone.
I was alone, so very alone.
I walked off in search of Sonya. I wanted to see the only person in my life who truly relied on me and would never mislead me.
Alexei, my son, the only decent thing I had left.
Chapter 26
Vince
Part of me was surprised Bao came through. I’d had plenty of good business dealings with the Chinese in the past, but something had just felt off about the whole thing to me.
It wasn’t until the guns were docked at the mansion and we began to unload the stuff that I felt okay. Sure, I’d taken a big fucking financial loss to get these things, and in the long run I’d likely only break even, but this was huge for the war.
Rafa cracked open a case of weapons and picked up a rifle. He looked down the sights, checked the parts, and nodded.
“Stuff’s in good shape, boss,” he said.
“Looks that way.”
“We’ll test it out, but I think Bao came through.”
I nodded. “I think so too.”
I picked up a gun and sighted it. A lot of men were going to be killed with these weapons, and many of them were likely related to Kaley.
Fucking Kaley. I had no idea what I was doing with that girl, let alone with our baby.
But for a little bit there yesterday, I had felt normal. I’d felt like a regular fucking guy doing regular fucking dad shit. I’d held the baby, rocked him, even fucking sang to him at one point. It was completely bizarre and weird as hell. And then he fell asleep in my arms and I was able to get him down into his crib.
Then what happened next, of course. It made my cock hard just thinking about the way Kaley had squirmed under my touch.
I wanted her again, wanted her fucking badly. And here I was, unloading weapons, thinking about how best to murder her family.
Not that I had any other choice. The other bosses were gearing up and getting ready, and I couldn’t look weak around my men. I had to be prepared to break some fucking skulls, especially after they attacked me first.
I pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a click. I nodded at Rafa. “Get some of this shit ready for our guys. We’re going out for a run tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A run?”
“Yeah. We’re going to kill some of those Russian fucks.”
He grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I patted him on the shoulder and headed back into the mansion.
I needed to start planning this attack now, before I got too distracted by anything else. I was already borderline out of the game, and I needed to get my head right.
I went back to my office, shutting the door behind me. As I turned around, I nearly pulled my gun from my belt out of surprise.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Waiting for you,” Kaley said.
She was sitting behind my desk, leaning back in my chair. Her face was set hard, and she didn’t look like this was a fun visit.
“I have work to do.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I don’t really care.”
“What do you need?” I crossed my arms and stood in front of the desk.
“I saw what you were doing.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “What was I doing?”
“The guns. I saw the guns.”
“Why were you following me?”
“I wasn’t. Louisa showed me.”
“Fuck. That girl should learn to mind her own business.”
Kaley looked distraught suddenly. “Why, Vince?”
“It’s war. You know why.”
“But why you?”
I grunted, shaking my head. “The deal was in place before the war started. Arturo decided we were going to use the guns for this instead of trying to flip them.”
“You sell guns?”
I laughed. “Of course I do. And drugs, and pussy. What the fuck did you think I do?”
“I knew. I just didn’t want to know.”
“Your family does the same thing.”
“Don’t talk to me about my family,” she snapped. “I know all about them. They’re the ones that want to take my baby away. Our baby.”
“What do you want me to do, Kaley? Throw the guns away?”
“I want you to stop trying to kill my family. I may not be a part of them, but they still raised me.”
“Too late.”
She stood up, clearly angry. “You think there’s no problem with that?”
I grunted again. I had no answer to her question, although I had been thinking about it.
Her people were now my people too, at least in a way. Her baby was half Russian and half Italian. Arturo and them didn’t give a shit about Alexei and Kaley. The only reason they let them stay was because they were a convenient excuse for war. As soon as the war was over, what then?
They couldn’t just have an enemy living in their house. They might kill Kaley’s whole family, and I couldn’t imagine she’d ever give that up.
No, there was no fucking happy ending here. We were both fucked from the start. Maybe it took us too long to figure that out, but I was beginning to see the truth. We were both fucked, and there was no turning back. The Russians wouldn’t have us, and the Italians were going to turn on us sooner or later.
Kaley came around the desk toward me. “You see it too, don’t you?”
“I don’t see shit.”
She stopped in front of me, her fucking eyes wide, pleading.
“This war is for everyone but us.”
“This war is for me. You started this war too, you know.”
“I never meant for this to happen,” she said softly.
“Your people came at me first. I never asked for that.”
“I know that.”
“Give me a solution to this. Give me a way out that doesn’t involve killing a bunch of your family members.”
She bit her lip,
looking away. I could see the pain in her face clear as day. I hated talking to her this way, but it was all the truth. If she wanted this war to end, she was going to need a way to stop it.
But she didn’t have one. We both knew it.
“You have nothing,” I said. “This is happening, Kaley, and you can’t stop it.”
I saw the anger flare up in her face again at that moment. She raised her hand and went to slap me, but I caught her wrist and laughed.
“Hitting me isn’t going to help.”
“Bastard,” she said. “You fucking bastard.” She struggled, and I had to grab her other wrist. “Stop it. Stop all this. You fucking bastard.”
“Struggle all you want, princess, but it’s happening.”
“You fucking bastard.” She was furious, so angry, and she looked so fucking delicious.
I could feel my cock, hard as fuck, in my pants. I yanked her hard against me and crushed my mouth against hers.
She struggled for a second, too pissed to do anything, but I held her there.
And finally, she gave in, kissing me back.
I knew she would. She was pissed, I could feel it in her body, and I wasn’t feeling much better.
But she was so fucking delicious, and her pussy was all mine. We both knew it. Even if she was angry, she couldn’t resist me, couldn’t stop herself from sucking my cock, from letting me fuck her until she came, screaming.
I kissed her hard in my office, holding roughly onto her wrists, my cock hard as hell.
Chapter 27
Kaley
I was so angry.
I couldn’t believe how angry I was. I couldn’t think anymore as I went after Vince. I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, even though I knew I was half his size and he could throw me around the room no problem. I wanted to get him anyway.
He didn’t care about killing my family. All he cared about was his own mob and himself. He was a selfish bastard, and in that moment, I wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting me.
And when he grabbed my wrists, I felt something else inside me mixed up with that anger.
It was lust. Pure, simple lust. My pussy was soaking wet as he held my wrists, controlling me, pressing me back. I was so angry still, but suddenly all I wanted was to feel his rough lips against mine, to let him fuck me rough and deep.
And when he kissed me, I thought for a second that he could read my mind. Somehow he knew what I wanted, that I was dripping wet for him, excited beyond belief by his strength and my anger. His kiss was rough and hard and passionate.
He pressed me back, up against a filing cabinet, pinning my hands to either side of me. He kissed me hard, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his lips traveled down my neck.
“You act like you hate me,” he said, “but really, you just want my thick cock between your legs.”
“Bastard,” I said, but he was right.
“Good. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”
“Bastard. You’re such an asshole.”
He kissed my lips again, and I moaned softly, pushing myself against him.
He let go of one wrist and began to unbutton my shorts. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand down my panties, pressing his fingers against my soaked clit.
“God, you’re fucking wet for me,” he said. “You can call me what you want, but this fucking cunt doesn’t lie.”
“I’m wet, but you’re still a bastard.”
He grinned, slipping his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and groaned.
“Yeah, I’m a fucking bastard,” he said. “And you can’t help yourself around me.”
“Shit,” I moaned.
His fingers pressed deep inside me and then slipped back out, finding my soaked clit with rough circles. He kissed me again fiercely, and I gave myself over to him completely.
The anger was still there, but it was tempered by pure desire. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, fuck me rough, make me forget about all this awful crap. I knew that he could make me feel good, make me feel amazing, and I was ready to let him.
I grabbed his hair with my free hand and pulled. He grunted, smiling, as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and grabbed harder.
“You want this rough?” he grunted. “You want to fucking play?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck me rough, Vince. Show me how much of a bastard you are.”
He laughed and released my other hand. He yanked my shorts and panties down. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
He reached back between my legs and began to fuck my pussy with his fingers. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held on as he fucked me with his fingers, rolling back toward my clit. I moaned, loving it.
“That’s right, girl,” he said. “Give in to it. You know what you really fucking want.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You want me. You always have.”
He pulled his fingers out and pulled my shirt off. I let go of his hair as he tossed the shirt aside. He quickly unbuckled his belt and then reached into his pocket, grabbing a condom. He grinned as he looked at me and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles.
I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him, biting my lip. I was wearing only my bra in his office, and although someone could walk in, I didn’t care. I just wanted his rough hands all over my body, his thick cock deep between my legs.
He pushed me back against the cabinet roughly, and I gasped. He grinned as he opened the condom and rolled it down over his cock.
“You fucking little princess,” he said. “You sure you want this cock?”
“Fuck me, Vince,” I said. “Don’t be nice.”
He laughed as he stepped toward me. He grabbed my hair hard, tipping my head back and kissing my neck. His fingers fucked me again roughly, and I moaned, loving the way he handled me.
Suddenly he reached down and hooked his arms around my legs. He lifted me up and pressed my back against the cabinet. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a gasp, shocked by how easily he lifted me.
He grinned as he slowly lowered me down, my legs spread wide. His cock pressed deep inside my pussy, spreading me wide open, filling my every inch.
“Fuck,” he said. “Your pussy is like fucking magic.”
“Come on, Vince,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
He began to thrust into me. His arms held me pressed against the cabinet as he fucked me, not bothering to be gentle. He fucked me rough and hard, holding me there.
His cock thrust deep inside me as he grunted his pleasure.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he said. “Take that big cock. I want to fuck you until you scream.”
I grabbed his hair again, holding it tight as he kept fucking me hard. I couldn’t believe the strength in his arms as he held me there, his cock thrusting hard inside me. Pleasure blew through me, filling my every inch as his cock continued pushing hard into my soaked pussy.
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned.
He responded by thrusting deep and rough. “You like that?”
“Fuck me, you bastard.”
He laughed and fucked me harder, rougher, his cock thrusting deep into me. I was still so angry, but I wanted him, his cock fucking me deep and rough. The anger mixed with the pleasure was driving me wild, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me rough and hard.
He stepped back, lifting me up and setting me back down on my feet. I gasped as he pulled me around, pushing me toward his desk. He bent me over the desk, spreading my legs wide. He slapped my ass hard as I pressed my face down, gripping the side of his desk.
“That’s what I fucking like,” he said, grabbing my hips. “This fucking soaked pussy ready for me.”
He thrust himself deep inside me. My soaked pussy took him easily, and I moaned as he slapped my ass again, harder.
“Come on, asshole,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He began to thrust into me, fucking me with a savage strength that drove me insane.
“I love when you’re wild,” he said. “Your fucking pussy drives me crazy. I’ll be nice and fucking rough on you girl.”
He slapped my ass again, his hard body thrusting deep between me, filling me up with his thick cock. I took every inch of him, moaning wildly, pleasure moving blindly through me.
Any thoughts outside of him were completely gone. I wanted only his rough hands to slap my smooth ass, his thick cock to thrust deep inside me. I worked my hips back, taking him more, wanting more and more. He pulled my hair and whispered in my ear.
“This cunt is mine,” he said. “Your body is fucking mine. I’m going to let you come, but only after I fuck you raw.”
He thrust harder, deeper. I took him and moaned, needing it, as he slapped my ass again. That bastard, that asshole. He was so gloriously sexy and his cock felt so incredible, but I hated him, but I wanted him so badly. He fucked me harder, rougher, and I backed my ass up, taking his thick cock.
“Vince,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, Vince. You bastard. I’m so close.”
He held my hair, pulling me back toward him, and fucked me savagely, like an animal. Our bodies were sweating and moving together in an intense rhythm, and I couldn’t think, not one bit.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Come for me, girl.”
“Oh keep going,” I moaned. “Vince, fuck me, Vince.”
I felt the orgasm hit me just then. He slapped my ass as the orgasm rolled through my body, the slight pain making the pleasure so much more intense. It rolled through my body like a hurricane, and I just kept saying his name, over and over, loudly and deeply. He fucked me harder, rocking his hips against me, his hands holding on to my hips.
I took his cock and felt him stiffen behind me, grunting. I knew he was coming deep inside my pussy, coming because he couldn’t help himself. My pussy made him wild, as wild as his cock made me.
Slowly our orgasms passed, and he stepped back, panting. I rolled over and stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
That had been so intense. One second I’d hated him, and the next I’d wanted him to fuck me harder and harder.
