Glock (The Bad Disciples MC Book 4)

by Savannah Rylan

  “I have a reservation for two. Under Harrison.”

  She scanned her computer until she found what she was looking for.

  “Ah, there we are. Right this way.” We followed her through a decorated dining area. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and artwork decorated the walls. The tiled flooring was decorated with golden emblems of the restaurant’s logo. Candle flames extended a few inches off the table at the end of the candlestick holder. Couples held hands as they intensely stared into each other’s eyes. A small knot formed in my stomach. I had to keep my mind off the fact that one day, I may have wanted that to be me and Carina. I looked over at her and smiled. This was all business now. I had to make her like me if I wanted to get my job done right.

  Finally, we made it to our table. I pulled the chair out for Carina as she smiled and took her seat. She propped her Michael Kors purse on the table and as I sat down, I tried to ignore the allure of her beauty and the way we seemed to connect on every level. Her smile was the light in my life that I hadn’t seen since my childhood days. I felt comfortable around her, which was rare, given how I hardly trusted anyone. The candlelight flickered with movement, and cast light across her round face. Fuck she was beautiful. She was my way in, but at the same time, she seemed like she had the way into my heart.

  Throughout dinner we sat and talked. I learned more about what she really thought of her third graders, and how she hoped to be a principal one day.

  “So how is it being surrounded by kids all day?” I asked as our salads arrived. She smiled and picked up her fork.

  “I love it. I mean, I know it sounds cliché, but I just really enjoy being around children. I think it is their innocence and imagination that I love the most.” I tilted my head slightly to the side. How could a woman so amazing be associated with mafia?

  “What can you tell me about this government job, thing?” Carina asked pulling me from my thoughts.

  “Honestly? It’s really not that interesting. It’s just a normal government job dealing with local politics.”

  “So, you are a spy?” Carina laughed with a smile spreading across her face. I felt a pang of guilt hit my stomach and I easily lied to her.

  “No, I’m not a spy.”

  ***

  After we finished our meal we were headed back to her place. She placed her small hand in mine as we drove back, and I couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull towards her. The whole time I was with her, I desperately tried to push back my feelings, but as the night wore on, my feelings for her had started to get more difficult to deny.

  When we got in front of her house, I put the car in park and let it run idly as it seemed that we both hesitated the end that our night was coming to.

  “So, um,” she said as she gathered her purse, “did you want to come in ….” I looked at her. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the question. It was fucking adorable how nervous she was.

  I laughed and without thinking about the consequences I responded. “Yeah, I can come in for a minute.”

  The moonlight shone down on us through the windshield, illuminating her smile. My heart flooded with emotion as I tried, with everything in me, to keep business separate from pleasure. I normally had a very good judge in character, and Carina didn’t seem anything but innocent. She didn’t come off as someone who was mixed up in the wrong shit. She just seemed like she was born into something that she didn’t want anything to do with.

  As soon as we walked through the door, her lips crashed right to mine like opposite ends of a magnet. She kicked the door closed with her foot as it slammed shut, rattling a picture frame that hung on the wall right next to it. My hands immediately wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer to me.

  Our kiss intensified as I picked her up, wrapped her legs around my waist and walked back into her living room. I set her down on the couch and I pulled her blouse from over her head and quickly unclasped her bra. I kissed her again and then broke my mouth away and started to kiss down her neck. I reached her bare chest and cupped her breasts as I ran my tongue over her nipples. She moaned as her head dipped back.

  I positioned her on her back, then ran my tongue down the middle of her chest and lingered around her belly button. Her breathing intensified as I unbuckled her pants and pulled them off of her. I made a trail of kisses from her belly button until I got to the edge of her panties. I could tell she was wet, as I gently rubbed my fingers over her through the lace fabric. I removed them, then slowly traced my tongue over her clit. Her hips rolled forward and her arms went up above her head. I continued to circle my tongue as she lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. Her hand was placed on top of my head, guiding me through her the way she liked.

  I licked her mound as I moved my fingers up and slowly entered her, and she moaned in the background.

  “Oh, right there, right there,” she said, rolling her hips onto my tongue. I pushed my fingers in deeper as I flicked my tongue faster causing loud cries to escape her lips. I felt her body begin to shake as I started to move my fingers faster inside of her.

  “God, yes Harrison!” she screamed.

  Her moans grew louder and I felt her legs wrap tighter around my shoulders. My tongue flicked faster as I pushed another finger inside her and I felt her body shake uncontrollably as she fell over the edge.

  When she was finished, I stood up and took my pants off, replacing the path of my tongue with the hardness of my cock. I teased her clit slightly as I moved my cock back and forth. She grabbed onto my arm.

  “I need you inside me Harrison,” she moaned.

  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I pinned her thick, juicy legs up on my shoulders, and I pushed my cock deep inside of her.

  “Fuck!” she yelled out as I started to thrust. Her long fingernails dug deep into my arms as the stinging sensation added to the pleasure of her tight pussy squeezing my cock.

  Her beautiful breasts bounced up and down as she held onto them, massaging her nipples as I gripped her hips tighter as I pounded my hips into hers. I grabbed her legs and pulled them off my shoulders. I pulled out and flipped her body over quickly while grabbing her hips and pulled them back into mine. Her back arched as I pulled her hips and continued to thrust into her. I reached my hand forward and grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her hair slightly back.

  “God, yes!” she screamed.

  I pumped my hips harder as I moved my hand from her hip around to her clit and started to move my fingers. I could feel her walls constrict around me as loud moans began to escape her lips.

  “Come for me, Carina,” I said.

  Her moans grew louder as I pounded her hips harder. I felt her body fall over the edge as she cried out and I felt my body constrict with hers. I pumped my hips one last time, as I released inside of her.

  “Oh Harrison!” Carina screamed.

  We collapsed on top of one another our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. I moved over to the side and pulled her body close to mine.

  She nestled her head on top of my chest as I put my arm around her. As I felt her body nestle against mine I had no idea how the fuck I was going to do my job, especially now. I had already started falling for the daughter of the enemy and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Chapter 10

  Carina

  I laid in my bed after he left. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was intertwined with my bed sheets between my legs, reminiscing on the evening I just spent with Harrison.

  He seemed to be everything I wanted in a man. Strong, sexy, smart and mysterious. Our chemistry was nothing short of perfect and everything he did always seemed like it was the right thing to do. I looked at my phone, scrolling through text messages that we both shared over the past few days. I found myself laughing out loud at some of the things that he said.

  My parents would never agree to dating a man like him, though. They wanted me to stay within the Italian bloodline and help keep the bloodline pure. They were
sort of like nationalists, minus the racism. They did business with different cultures, but when it came down to marrying and dating, they were adamant about who I spent my time with and who I was allowed to marry. To a certain extent, they were trying to control my life, even though I had distanced myself from them as much as I could.

  My father was much harder to please than my mother. Out of the two, she was the one who understood that love didn’t always confine itself to the same culture. Love chose the couple that it wanted to rest in between and most times, no human could control it.

  I slid my phone onto my mattress and leaned my head back onto the pillow. It was 12:30 am when I shut my eyes. My phone rang, waking me up out of my sleep at almost 1 am.

  “Hello?” I said in a raspy voice.

  “Hey. I am sorry for waking you. I just wanted to let you know that I was home and I enjoyed my date with you,” Harrison said.

  “I enjoyed my date with you, too. Probably more than I should have.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yeah. I mean,” I exhaled, “it’s complicated. I just want you to know that I like you and it has been a while since I felt this way about anyone.”

  “I don’t see what is so complicated about that.”

  “Yeah...” I looked across my room. The moonlight shot through my window like an extraterrestrial light, highlighting the picture of my parents that rested on top of my dresser. “My family, is complicated. I guess they are–”

  “You don’t have to say anything about them, Carina.”

  “No, I do. I want to be upfront with you because I expect the same thing from you. They have a problem with me dating outside of my Italian culture.”

  “Italian, huh? So, you’re real close to your parents?”

  “Not real close, but I mean, I do want them to respect me. I don’t want them to turn their backs on me because, even though I don’t agree with what they do, they have helped me tremendously throughout the years.”

  “With what they do?”

  I hesitated to go further. I didn’t want to tell him too much, but I trusted him enough to point him in the right direction. “Um, they are just really overprotective sometimes.”

  “I see.”

  “Yeah. Well, anyways, I need to get some rest so I can deal with my kids in the morning. They are impossible to deal with if I only get a couple hours of sleep.”

  “Oh, yeah. Of course. I guess I will see or talk to you tomorrow?”

  “For sure.”

  “Alright. Sleep tight.”

  “Goodnight.”

  I waited on the phone until I heard him hang up. After that, I put my phone on the nightstand, then wrapped my naked body inside of the blanket, imagining that the pillow beside me was Harrison as I cuddled up next to it. I didn’t know what was going to happen between us, but I was ready for the ride, wherever we ended.

  Chapter 11

  Harrison

  When I woke up the next morning, the ceiling fan blew softly onto my bare chest as I laid on top of the covers. Memories of Carina clouded my thoughts as I reached for my phone to check my email. I had almost forgotten that I was on assignment. Carina was supposed to be a point of entrance for me, but she had literally turned into a point of interest for me in half the time. I scrolled through my email until I landed on info from O’Malley. It was an order for me to meet him at a location on the outskirts of Chicago so we could go over a few things regarding the case. O’Malley could read men like books and I was no exception, so I was going to have to admit that I was already in contact with Carina and I knew how that would go.

  Just as I was about to put my phone back on the desk, I received a text message from her.

  “Hey. I know you are probably still asleep, but for some reason, I feel great. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you. I hope you have a wonderful day and I look forward to talking to you later.”

  I closed my phone and placed it back onto the nightstand. I couldn’t find the words to say to her, especially right now. If I was going to start separating business from pleasure, I had to step into the state of mind right now. I was paid to do a job and I knew that, no matter what, I had to carry it out, regardless of the collateral damage that may spring from it. After I got out of the shower, I responded to her.

  “Hey. I was thinking about you, too. We will talk later for sure. Don’t be too hard on the kids.”

  After I got dressed, I left my home and made my way to the meeting spot to talk to O’Malley. He was parked outside of an old, abandoned building right off of highway 45. The sign in the front was missing a few letters and as soon as I parked my car, one of the visible letters flickered as if it was on its last stages of life. I removed a cigarette from my case and lit the end of it, then climbed out of the car and walked towards O’Malley’s. The door was unlocked when I got there, so I hopped inside. His front window was cracked and inside of his mouth, there was a thick, Cuban cigar that he took hefty puffs out of, then blew it through the crack of the window.

  I tossed my cigarette when I finished the third drag.

  “Damn it, Harrison. You are wasting good nicotine doing that shit. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “One or two puffs are all I need.”

  He peered at me. His wide frame filled the front seat completely and if he was in any other vehicle, he may not have been able to fit.

  “Let’s get out,” he said as he opened his door, “I need a little more space. It is going to get crowded in here much too fast.” When we got out, a handful of cars zoomed by on the freeway much faster than they should’ve been going. O’Malley took his cigar and put the end out, then slid it into his holder.

  “You see, that is how you save shit, Harrison. You don’t just fucking toss it out halfway through.”

  I shoved my hands into my pockets as we stood near the back of his vehicle.

  “So, did you make any headway into the case?”

  I few thick clouds passed before the sun, momentarily dimming the bright light above. “Still kicking around,” I answered.

  He quickly glanced in my direction. “Bullshit, Harrison. Bullshit. By now, I’d be damned if I believed that shit. You’ve been working here for four years and every case I’ve given you, you have made significant progress in just a few days.”

  “Yeah, boss, but every case is not the same. This one is a little more complex.”

  “Complex? What the fuck is complex about it? I tell you about the bad guys, give you a fucking cover story and background information about the targets. You take that shit and parlay it into some arrests a few months later. What the fuck is complex about that?” The clouds finally moved past the sun, allowing the bright rays of light to come crashing back into us relentlessly.

  “Well, Harrison? I didn’t bring you all the way the fuck out here just for you to stand there in silence. What the fuck is the–” he paused. His stared at me intensely. I looked down quickly so he wouldn’t see my eyes.

  “I know what is happening here. You’ve got a thing for the gal, don’t you? That gal,” he snapped his fingers to recollect, “Carina. Carina Dellucci. You met her and now you are fucking her pretty ass, right?”

  “What?”

  “Don’t ‘what’ me, Harrison.” He laughed. “Fuck. I mean, I told you she was beautiful. You saw that from the pictures, but now that reality has set in and, my guess is, you’ve met her and now you can’t fucking move one foot in front of the other on this case.”

  I still didn’t utter a word. How the fuck was he able to figure everything out? He laughed out loud. His deep voice echoed off the walls of the vacant buildings surrounding us.

  “Mother fucker! Please don’t tell me that is the issue. Please don’t tell me that the best undercover cop in Chicago is getting worked up over a fucking mafia princess.”

  Fuck. I knew he would figure it out eventually. I just didn’t want him to figure it out this quickly. When I didn’t respond, his laughter faded
and his smile was immediately replaced with a serious, stone cold expression. I cleared my throat.

  “No, it’s not that at all. It’s just a little tougher than I thought it would be, but I can handle it.” I had pushed confidence in my voice and I stared directly at him, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on to my lie. O’Malley glared at me for a moment before he spoke.

  “You god damned right you better handle it.” He paced back and forth from one end of his vehicle to the other, and back. “I didn’t give this fucking case to you thinking that you would get weak in the knees over his daughter. Shit. She could be playing your ass because I am sure that you have had your guard down around her. She could be playing you right now, Harrison. Did you let her cut your hair?”

  “Cut my hair?” I asked, quizzically.

  “Cut your hair. Samson? Delilah? Have you ever read the fucking bible?”

  “Occasionally.”

  O’Malley let out a sigh. “There was a guy back in the day. His strength was in his hair, but this gal comes around and she was sent from the enemy. She comes around asking him where his strength came from and eventually, he let his guard down and he told her. She immediately used that against him and told his enemy and they told her to cut his hair when he was asleep. As soon as that happened, he lost his strength and his enemies came in and took him away. Moral of the story; never trust the enemy. We have a job to do and so do they.”

  He quickly walked away from me and went back to the driver’s side of his vehicle. As he opened the door, he spoke again, “the next time we meet, I don’t want to hear any bullshit about ‘it being complicated’. I want more information. I want the inner workings of her family and if not that, I want to know that you aren’t scared to take her and the rest of her crime ridden family down. They are a terror to our fucking city, Harrison. Don’t forget who the fucking enemy is. Trust me, it will end bad for you if you think twice about double crossing the right side of the law.”