I buried my face between her thighs and pushed my tongue right up inside her slick, wet core. Her juices flowed into my mouth, and an orgasm took her. As it continued to rage through her, I continued licking and stroking. Drinking from her hot, wet heat. Feeling glorious.
“Luc,” she cried.
“It’s okay, doll, scream if you want to.”
She shrieked, calling for me. I couldn’t take it. My cock was straining now.
This always happened to me.
Always, I became overwhelmed by this woman, and she was too much for me to begin to think I could control myself around her. The need to touch her everywhere consumed me, and even though I practically had my hands all over her, it was as if I couldn’t touch her enough.
Nothing was enough, and I couldn’t get close enough.
Her beautiful body writhed beneath me, with her eyes half closed and lips parted in ecstasy. When she smoothed her hands over her breasts and opened her eyes fully with that fuck-me expression, I lost it.
I ripped the panties off her. I’d wanted to keep those on, and definitely didn’t want to rip them knowing she wouldn’t have another pair here. Then the image of her walking around with no panties filled my mind, and I nearly died. My heart squeezed, and my cock pressed painfully against my pants
I had to have her now, with immediate effect.
I managed to shake off my clothes, then I climbed back on top of her and slid inside her hot, wet core with ease. She arched her back into me, driving me deeper, buried to the hilt.
We both cried out.
I began pumping, then pounding, fucking her hard just the way she liked it.
Fuck, if I didn’t slow down, I wouldn’t last, and no way was I going to let this be some five-minute thing. I’d waited all day to do this to her, and all night. I knew we’d have the rest of the night to consume each other, but I wanted each time to count. I wanted each time to last its own forever.
To never be without her, and always be with her.
I took a deep, deep breath and slowed my pace, so I could pull out and turn her over onto her hands and knees.
She giggled when I placed kisses all over her back and down to her beautiful firm ass.
“You are the perfect woman, Amelia Rossi.”
She looked back at me when I said that, a note of appreciation in her eyes.
Amelia Rossi.
It was nice to acknowledge her by her real name. It felt right. Just like when I’d insisted on calling her Amelia when she told me to call her Taylor. That damn made-up name that never suited her.
She was Amelia Rossi. The beautiful goddess that had captured my heart. Captured me and tamed a man like me who’d been a formidable force to be reckoned with.
She brought out a side of me that I never knew existed.
I plunged back into her from behind, taking hold of her hips and pumping. She moved too, moving into each of my thrusts with a maddening need.
This was the position that always made us lose ourselves.
And Goddamn, we did. We lost ourselves to it.
All I knew was, something electrical and fiery rippled over my body, seizing me and taking over my mind.
I knew that we came at some point, but then it was like we were at it again.
The rest of the night went on like that.
Wild, crazy love making that was an outrageous mixture of fucking and making love. That was the best way that I could describe it.
It exhausted us both.
She fell asleep in my arms. I tried to stay awake to gather my thoughts, but I was drained.
I didn’t sense when I fell asleep. I just drifted off into something that felt like sleep, but it wasn’t.
I had an awareness about me that made me conscious of what I could see.
I was dreaming, or was this a memory?
I walked into that room.
That prison-like room at the old, abandoned, derelict mental home.
St. Jude’s Institute…
Why was I here?
Victor’s laugh echoed throughout just like it did when Henry died. He’d killed Henry, my friend.
Not just Henry, his family too.
Susanna, my little goddaughter. What kind of a godfather was I to allow my baby girl to die?
I was too late.
Victor laughed again, and I ran into the next room to find him at a dinner table.
That wasn’t there before.
Amelia sat opposite him, but she wasn’t moving, and her skin looked like plastic.
I ran up to her but froze when I saw her up close.
My love’s face was hard plastic, but the rest of her had been skinned. Exposed muscle and blood. Veins and arteries.
Victor was eating something.
On his plate was a mix of her skin and what looked like her fingers.
I screamed and pulled out my gun and shot him.
I jumped up awake. Cold sweat running down my face and back. Fuck.
“Luc, what’s the matter?” Amelia asked.
Amelia.
I took hold of her and looked her over, inspecting her to see if she was okay.
She seemed okay, but I wasn’t sure. The dream, or rather nightmare, was still in my mind. I grabbed my gun from the nightstand. Determined to go find Victor and shoot him for real, but Amelia rushed up to me, stopping me.
“Luc.” She grabbed my arm. “Jesus, what the hell happened? You were dreaming.”
I looked her over. She was naked, just like me. I couldn’t calm my breathing. I couldn’t control myself around her because I loved her like nothing else I’d ever loved.
“I can’t change,” I blurted.
“What?” Something faded in her eyes.
“I tried to have a normal day, so I could gather my thoughts and calm the fuck down, but I can’t. Victor’s here. Here in Chicago. I can’t let him take you away from me. I can’t allow anything to happen to you. Amelia, when I see him, I will kill him. And I’ll cut his head off this time to make sure he’s dead.”
Her face went pale when I said that. “Luc, don’t lose yourself for me.” She shook her head, and a tear ran down her cheek.
“I love you.” The words just came out. The last time I’d said those words was years ago, and they were to my mother, who’d left me. I’d never spoken of love for anyone since, and I’d never planned to until I met Amelia. “I love you.”
I had to tell her again.
She pressed her dainty hands against my chest and gazed up at me.
“I love you too, Luc. I do.” There was a hint of a smile in her words, even though tears streamed down her cheeks. “Don’t become like him.”
“Who, goddess?”
“My dad,” she breathed.
“Amelia… if anyone touches you, they’re dead. Them and whoever else is with them. They’re dead. They won’t get a chance to draw their last breath.”
I hung my head down in shame, unable to look at her.
A tumult of emotion cascaded within me, clashing like angry waves during a storm against jagged rocks.
“I’m not a bad person for wanting to protect the woman I love.” I lifted my head now, and a tear ran down my own cheek. All I needed to do was think back and remember what Victor had done to Henry and his family, and I would know I couldn’t allow that psycho to live.
“No… you aren’t. That doesn’t make you bad at all.”
“Amelia, there is something I didn’t tell you before. Because I couldn’t talk about it.”
“What is it?”
“That night when I thought I killed Victor, it was because he’d killed my best friend and his family. His family. His young family. His wife, my little goddaughter, who’d just turned five, and his son, who was eight.” Talking about it now made my nerves spike because I couldn’t believe it happened.
“Oh God.” She clutched a hand to her chest. “How did that happen, Luc?”
I closed my eyes when I thought back with agony.
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sp; How did that happen?
In my head it was my fault.
And would always be…
Chapter 18
Luc
5 years ago…
“Should we make this fucker beg first?” I said to Claudius, who stood over Billy the snitch with his foot pressed into the guy’s chest as he lay on the ground squirming like the worm he was.
“Can he beg?” Claudius laughed.
“Please don’t kill me,” Billy wailed. The asshole was crying. What the fuck did he think was going to happen?
He thought we’d turn a blind eye at what he’d done. Fool.
The guy tried to play us. Tried to gather intel on us to give to the Cipriani’s. Those fuckers had been trying to get in on the business for years, and it wasn’t happening on my watch.
This fool thought he could steal from me. Steal clients’ names and contact details.
He’d pay for it.
“What should I do with you, Billy?” I loomed over his face, tapping my gun at his temple and laughing. “I could shoot off your fucking head first, but that would be no fun. You’d die instantly.” I wouldn’t do that. Not unless if I had to or he gave me a reason to.
Claudius would though. He’d kill him just for looking at him the wrong way.
“Hey, Luc, stop playing with our new toy. How about we just throw him off a bridge?” Claudius laughed.
Billy started to wail when he heard that.
I knew the worst thing we could actually do to him was let him go. No one would believe that he’d been with us and didn’t rat.
Letting him go would instantly mark him. The Cipriani’s would put a target on his back.
“You know what I’m going to say, brother,” I chimed.
Claudius winced in displeasure but nodded, agreeing with me. I portrayed the badass gangster that I was at the best of times. But I didn’t like killing. I knew my brother knew that and probably pretended that he didn’t.
He also knew I was trying to refine his image too. I felt there were other ways of doing things, more dignified ways that kept us a little bit more on the clean side.
It certainly kept the feds off our backs.
Claudius lifted his foot, and Billy released a large breath.
“Let’s go to the bar, bro.” Claudius smirked.
“What are you going to do to me?” Billy asked, now sitting up and shaking.
“Only this.” I pulled out my gun and fired two shots. One in each of his arms.
Billy screamed out in intense pain.
I wouldn’t kill him, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t teach him a lesson.
“So, standard warning,” Claudius informed him. “That was the first warning. If we hear you’ve been sniffing around again, I’ll deal with you next time. Probably cut out those eyes of yours that saw too much, then burn you alive and throw you in the river.” He laughed.
“You might want to go to the ER for that,” I added, watching the blood soak his white shirt.
Claudius and I walked out of the little deadbeat office Billy was shacked up in.
It had been a long but profitable day. We’d made fifty g’s each today just in interest. Five people who’d borrowed from us couldn’t pay up, so we’d hit them with our interest package. A hundred dollars a day for every day they kept us waiting. By Saturday, we’d add to our handsome earnings again. I planned to buy another car. A blue Cadillac I’d had my eye on for months.
It was a thing of beauty.
“Bar?” Claudius motioned to the bar across the street.
“Oh yes.” I nodded. Time to end the day. I needed a beer and a woman.
Nothing ended the day better than drinking and fucking.
We got to the bar, and I smiled when I saw that Maria and her friend were waitressing tonight. Both were beautiful with big tits and the kind of asses that would make a man beg on his knees for more.
I’d have them both tonight.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a message from Henry.
The only time he messaged was when it was an emergency, and his emergencies meant he needed help with his kids.
There was no way I was babysitting tonight. Me babysitting like some shmuck.
The thing was, I was a hypocrite to myself because I’d always kick up a fuss about doing it, then find it hard to leave those kids when I was with them.
Uncle Luc, they’d call me, and I’d melt. My heart would literally melt, and those kids would own me, making me do whatever they wanted.
My little Susanna had me playing tea party with her, and Jack making objects out of Play-Doh. Me.
Unbelievable.
Every time I was at Henry’s house, I kept thinking back to our days as the wild, crazy guys we used to be. I’d met Henry the day after Claudius and I came back to Chicago. We got on like we’d known each other since birth. I wished we had.
We were all crazy.
Crazy to the max with no limit and no off-switch.
Okay, that was still me. Henry, though, shocked the shit out of me when he told us he was getting married to Lydia.
Marriage, as in she’d be his wife. His actual wife. And we couldn’t get up to the mad shit we used to get in trouble for.
He’d found one woman who was enough for him, and here I was, thinking of having two tonight and getting lucky with Candace tomorrow.
Henry’s love for Lydia was evident, and I didn’t know how this was possible, but he seemed to fall for the woman more and more every day. And the kids seemed to make that love even stronger.
That wouldn’t work for me. Sure, I saw myself with a family in the picture, but I didn’t know how I’d go about making that happen.
One woman wasn’t enough for me. I didn’t do relationships because I knew I’d end up doing something to mess it up, and I was no cheater.
Not like Mom. Her betrayal to her family still stung me. We’d lived like rats, so that she could have what she wanted. Things were bad with us for too long.
We were in LA for too long. Watching her leave us, then staying there after for too many wasted years was awful. But Pa had wanted us to stay and finish school and live out what we had planned. He felt Mom’s departure was too much for us, and he didn’t want to shake things up even more.
One day, he snapped though. It was the rough life style. That and finally accepting he wasn’t ever going to get Mom back.
Coming back to Chicago and being introduced to this way of life was the best thing that ever happened to me.
The phone buzzed with another message from Henry.
Maria chased up to me, and I could see those big tits of hers bouncing. Shit, I could see most of her breasts on show in the little barely-there top she wore.
I imagined rubbing my face in those, and she trapped me in a damn trance.
If I opened the message from Henry and read it, I knew I’d be over at his house within seconds. I couldn’t say no to friends. Definitely not to my best friend.
So, if I just told him I never got the message, then I could respond later, or tomorrow.
I could have conveniently left my phone someplace. The office, yes, that’s where.
Sorry, Henry, I can’t babysit tonight.
He was in his bubble of bliss with Lydia. And I wanted my fix from Maria and her friend. Couldn’t remember the friend’s name, but she was hot.
I put my phone back in my pocket and walked over to my women, leaving Claudius, who went straight to the bar.
Too many drinks, too much sex.
But then… isn’t that what I wanted?
My phone started ringing somewhere in my bedroom, and it woke me up.
I jumped up, looked at the women in my bed, and moved to go find the damn thing.
It stopped ringing, then chimed again with insistency. Urgency almost.
It was pitch black outside. Who the fuck would be calling me at this time?
Better not be Pa or Claudius.
I found the phone in my pants
. It was still in there from earlier.
Henry and five missed calls.
Damn it.
I answered immediately.
“Henry, what the fuck—”
“Luc, there’s no time. Listen to me,” Henry spoke in a hushed, hurried voice, panic evident in each word. “I need you to come to the old mental home. Victor took Lydia and the kids.”
My blood turned to ice, and my heart seized within my chest.
“No.” I shook my head.
Fuck no. Victor, that psychotic animal.
“Why’d he take them, Henry?” I asked, already dragging my pants on and looking around for my shoes.
Henry winced and sounded like he was crying. Any other day, I would have given him a beating for that and told him to man up, but just the name Victor was enough of an explanation.
“He was hired to. I owed a guy a debt I couldn’t pay.”
“Fuck you, Henry, why didn’t you come to me?”
“Doesn’t matter, just come. I’m there. Why didn’t you answer my texts? I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”
Fuck, because I was too busy fucking. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I couldn’t. Luc, just get your ass here and help me. I can’t lose my family. My wife and my babies.”
“I’m on my way,” I assured him.
That was the only possible assurance I could give because I knew that if Victor had them, they were probably already dead.
Tears pulled at the corner of my eyes at the thought.
I grabbed a T-shirt and a revolver and dashed, jumping on my motorcycle, the fastest vehicle I had.
Why didn’t I answer Henry’s text?
I always opened his messages. I always did. The one time I didn’t, and it was a real emergency.
And the worst kind.
Victor kidnapping his family. Victor Pertrinkov was an evil son of a bitch.
We’d been after him for years and knew to kill him on sight. The damned man was a hit man, but more than that was his sick tastes and unsavory habits.
He was a cannibal. An actual cannibal.
Literally, like Hannibal Lector cannibal, and he would find every way possible to eat some part of his victims or mutilate them in some manner if he was told to kill them.
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