HIS PLAYTHING: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Voodoo Devils MC)

by Zoey Parker

  Bax was starting to wish he had a nickel for every time someone used the word “honor” that evening.

  “In exchange for my assistance,” Altamura continued, “I want your assurance that once you start to import and distribute the product, I will be your only point of contact for selling it in the southern United States. Naturally, I'll provide a specific list of territories.”

  Inwardly, Bax danced a jig. Altamura had taken the bait. With all that uncut H dangled in front of him, how could he pass up the chance to become the undisputed sultan of heroin across fifteen states or more? As long as he stuck to the south and steered clear of the bigger syndicates in LA, Chicago, and New York, he'd be unstoppable.

  “Absolutely,” Bax agreed.

  “Naturally, before I hand over the money, I'll need a sample of the product so my people can test it and ensure that it's as pure as you say.”

  “I can definitely arrange that,” said Bax. “As I'm sure you can imagine, I couldn't risk traveling with something like that, but I can have it brought down here within the week so you can inspect it.”

  “Excellent. Now that we've settled that, there's another matter I'd like to discuss with you.”

  Bax tried to look curious, even though he knew what was coming next. Whether the targets were high-powered mobsters or tourists in Akron, a rube was still a rube, and a mark was still a mark.

  “I've noticed that you don't wear a wedding ring,” Altamura pointed out. “Am I correct in assuming that you're currently unattached?”

  Bax shrugged, smiling. “You know how it is, Don Altamura. I see girls here and there, but nothing serious. I prefer to focus on my family's business interests.”

  “That's commendable,” said Altamura. “And please, call me Benny. As I mentioned before, I have a daughter. Stefania. She's my only child. She's beautiful, intelligent...quite a prize, for the right man. I've been trying to find a suitable husband for her. Someone young and hungry, who has a good head on his shoulders and knows how to show respect. Someone who could take over my operations when I pass on someday.”

  “Not for a hundred years, God willing,” Tommy said, raising his glass in a toast. Bax and Mule raised theirs as well.

  “Thank you, that's very kind,” Altamura said. “I realize this request is somewhat unorthodox, but while you're in town, would you consent to a date with her? I can't promise that she'll fall in love with you right away—she can be a bit headstrong, like her mother—but if it goes well and you eventually marry, the empire that our two organizations forge could reign in North America for generations.”

  Bax made a show of thinking this over carefully. “With all due respect, Benny, I appreciate your offer, and I'm certainly flattered. But I don't know if it's a good idea, given the context of my visit. I get nervous mixing business with pleasure, and if things don't work out between me and Stefania for some reason, I wouldn't want to jeopardize our professional arrangement. Besides, I've been so worried about my father's well-being, I'm concerned that I wouldn't be good company.”

  And that might be enough for some people to back off, Bax thought. But not you, right, Benny? Because having a billion-dollar heroin connection for a son-in-law makes all the other Mafia creeps who've come to court your daughter look like pikers by comparison.

  Altamura leaned in earnestly. “I can definitely understand your concern for your father, and it's admirable. But speaking from my experience with you tonight, I can assure you that you are wonderful company regardless. And as for endangering our agreement, I promise it won't come to that. If you two happen to hit it off, that would be lovely. If not...what's that saying your hockey players up there are so fond of? 'No harm, no foul?'”

  Bax gave Altamura his most charming laugh. “Well, when you put it that way, Benny, I won't insult you by saying no.”

  “Excellent,” Altamura said with a grin. “Thank you. I'll set it up and call you with the details tomorrow. Who knows? You could be a match made in heaven.”

  There's only one match I care about, old man, Bax thought as he shook Benny's hand again. And that's between me and your money.

  Chapter 8

  Stef

  “Stef, if you don't stop squirming, this brush is going to end up in your eye,” her mother fussed.

  Stefania closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm as her mother applied the makeup brush to her eyelashes. It wasn't easy—anger rolled and writhed in Stef's stomach like a poisonous snake.

  It had been five days since her father had gotten the mysterious call from Mr. Quattrocchi and Stef had breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't about her. Except that after Quattrocchi had introduced Benny to this “Leo Lupo,” it seemed like the young Canadian hoodlum was all her father could talk about. During every meal, as Stef picked at her food listlessly, he would return to the subject again and again.

  “As stubborn as you've been about choosing a husband, I'm actually glad you've waited so long,” Benny told her, transferring another heavy slab of lasagna to his plate and digging in. “I can tell that Leo is a very special young man. He's different from the others. You'll see it too, when you meet him. He's polite, he's respectful to his elders...you can tell from the way he carries himself that he was raised well. He has real class and sophistication. There's nothing petty about him, and he's got a good head on his shoulders. He's got a bright future ahead of him.”

  “It sounds like you should marry him, then,” Stef said, pushing some beets around her plate. The juice they oozed was blood-red, and she was reminded of the gory pictures of Arthur that had been tossed onto the table in front of her the week before. Her stomach clenched, and for a moment, she thought she might throw up.

  Her father paused, his fork halfway to his mouth as his eyes hardened. “I know you like to act headstrong, Stef, but you'd better not ruin this date with your pouting. A marriage between you and Leo will secure our organization for years to come. So stop being selfish, and think of your duty to your family for once.”

  “And what about my happiness?” Stef asked hotly. “Doesn't that mean anything to you?”

  “Don't frown so much, dear,” her mother murmured, cutting herself another slice of lasagna. “It'll give you wrinkles.”

  “How can you say I don't care about your happiness?” Benny demanded. “Haven't I given you the best of everything since you were born? The finest clothes, the most expensive schools? I've spent millions of dollars on you, I've treated you like a princess, and when have you ever been happy? When have you ever shown me the gratitude and respect that I deserve?”

  “Oh, sure, you've treated me like a princess all right. You've surrounded me with high walls and guards, and kept me locked away in a tower.”

  Her father waved her away dismissively. “You're so dramatic. I'll bet Leo never talks to his parents like this.”

  “Why can't I make any decisions for myself? Why can't you just let me live my own life?”

  “Because you'd only screw it up,” Benny answered. “You have such good looks, and so much potential. I'm your father, I love you, and as I said before, I want what's best for you even if you throw it back in my face. You could have a perfect life. You could live like royalty, with a husband who provides you with everything you could possibly need.”

  “Including beautiful children,” Gracie chimed in. “Good, strong heirs. And a respectable name.”

  “But you're weak, and you're spoiled. If I let you do whatever you want, then what?” her father continued. “You'd dress like trash, you'd eat like trash, you'd look like trash and behave like trash. You'd dishonor me by rolling around in the muck with some nobody like Arthur. You'd get pregnant before marriage like some kind of mignotta and flush the family name down the toilet. I won't let that happen, no matter how much you treat me like I'm some kind of monster. I care about you too much.”

  Stef had finished her dinner in stony silence after that. Now she was doing her best to sit still as her mother applied her mak
eup before her date with Leo.

  “Remember to sit up straight and keep your legs together,” her mother instructed as she applied blush to Stef's cheeks. “Don't order anything except a light salad, and don't eat more than half of it. You don't want him to think you're a pig who's going to start gaining weight the moment she's married.”

  “I'm sure if I eat more than half the salad, our bodyguard will report back to you immediately,” Stef sighed. “Who's going to be my chaperone this time? Silvio, or one of the other primates?”

  “You shouldn't insult your Uncle Silvio like that,” Gracie said with a tsk and a grimace. “The mouth on you. I hope you won't make those kinds of snide remarks when you're with Leo. Maybe some of his good manners will rub off on you. And to answer your question, you'll be accompanied by both Silvio and Leo's right-hand man. Max, I think his name is.”

  “Wonderful,” Stef groaned. “Two thugs for the price of one.”

  Suddenly, Gracie grabbed a handful of Stef's hair, jerking her head back. Stef cried out in pain.

  “Thugs and primates,” her mother hissed. “Is that what you think of our family? Of your father and his friends? Well, for your information, young lady, those men have loved you and looked after you for your entire life. You may look down your nose at them, but they are loyal, they work hard to put food on the table for us, and they deserve your respect. So while you're on this date, you'd better keep your smart mouth to yourself and act like you have some courtesy for the people who protect and serve us so faithfully. Because if your father and I find out that you behaved like a stuck-up brat and ruined your chances with Leo, you're going to find out just how miserable life can be.”

  “Okay, okay!” Stef yelled. “Let go! You're hurting me!”

  Gracie released Stef's hair, then frowned at it disapprovingly. “Now look what you've made me do. We'll have to brush your hair all over again.” She picked up the brush and ran it through Stef's hair roughly, pulling it hard with each stroke.

  Stef tried not to show how agonizing it was, but tears welled up in her eyes. The rest of her life stretched out before her like an endless corridor to hell. Either she could relent and choose one of her suitors to be her husband, or her parents would take away the few comforts she had and force her to marry one of these pathetic gangsters anyway before she became too old to be considered a valuable commodity.

  Because that was all she was. Something to be displayed proudly and sold off to the highest bidder. She couldn't help but think of herself as little more than a whore, and her own father was her pimp. What a sick joke.

  And if she played the role of the dutiful daughter and went along with it, then what? A marriage that was little more than a formality, with a man who'd probably have his way with her anytime he felt like it, however he liked it, whether she wanted it or not.

  A man who might beat her whenever he had a bad day, while everyone who claimed to care about her looked the other way and said, “As long as she's wearing his ring, it's none of our business.”

  A man who'd probably start seeing other women before the ink on their marriage license was even dry, bringing home feeble excuses and diseases.

  A man who'd likely end up dead, missing, or in prison, like so many of her “uncles” and “cousins” had.

  For a savage moment, she thought about how satisfying it might be to actually take steps to make that happen—to sell her husband out to rival mobsters, or to the FBI. He'd be gone, she'd be free, everything he had would be hers, and there would be nothing Benny could do about it.

  But if anyone ever found out, could she really expect her father to protect her? Or would he simply shake his head sadly and wash his hands of her?

  Normal girls my age don't have to think about any of this, she thought bitterly. Normal girls my age get to go to college and date around and fall in love and eat whatever they want. They aren't locked away and treated like living dolls by their parents. They don't have their lives controlled by criminals, or worry about the Feds breaking down their doors at two in the morning.

  “There,” her mother said, finishing Stef's makeup. “Doesn't that look better?”

  Stef didn't answer.

  Chapter 9

  Stef

  Stef stood on Decatur Street as the sun began to set. A block away, the open-air dining area of the Cafe Du Monde was filled with chattering tourists. They munched on beignets and sipped coffee, laughing and snapping photos of each other with powdered sugar caked on their lips.

  Had she ever even been allowed to eat a beignet? Stef couldn't even remember. She tried to imagine the fried dough and sticky sugar in her mouth, but she had no point of reference. It seemed like she'd been forced to subsist on rabbit food her entire life.

  Next to her, Silvio stood like a statue, his eyes scanning for trouble as his hand hovered near his shoulder. Stef had known Silvio her entire life, but he still made her extremely nervous. Even though he'd always been polite to her, his black eyes reminded her of camera lenses. There was no joy in them, no pity, no detectable emotion of any kind. They simply took in everything they could, darkly reflecting the world around them.

  If I ever did betray the family and try to get away, he's the one they'd send after me, she thought with a shudder. I'd wake up one night and he'd be standing next to my bed, ready to press a pillow over my face and fire a bullet through it to silence me forever.

  The idea was scary, but she found a forlorn comfort in it, too. At least then it would be over. No more tasteless meals. No more being told what to do. Nothing but endless peace where her mother and father could never hurt her again.

  “So, two guards this time, huh?” Stef said, trying to distract herself from these morbid thoughts. “That seems like overkill.”

  “It wasn't my decision,” Silvio said in his creaky, whispery voice. “Your father always insists that one of his own people accompany you, since he would never trust your safety to anyone else. This arrangement has always been considered acceptable by the young men who've previously escorted you. However, your date this evening said it was extremely important to him that his own bodyguard join us as well.”

  “Wouldn't Dad generally take that as an insult?”

  Silvio nodded gravely. “Yes. He generally would. But in this instance, he seems inclined to make special allowances for this young man.”

  “It doesn't sound like you like this Leo guy very much,” Stef observed.

  Silvio furrowed his brow. “I haven't decided yet. He seems...flashy, somehow. Flamboyant. But I serve at the pleasure of your father, and I do as I am told.”

  Suddenly, Silvio tensed up visibly, and Stef followed his gaze. Two men were approaching them. It was hard not to notice the larger one first, since he looked like some kind of huge, misshapen boulder. His small eyes peered out from his doughy face, fixed on the ground in front of him. With his belly bulging under his white dress shirt, his expensive black suit, and the way he waddled slowly and carefully, he resembled a monstrous, bloated penguin. The image made Stef want to giggle, but she held it in.

  Then her eyes went to the man next to him, and her breath caught in her throat.

  He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen.

  His black hair was slicked back, revealing a sharp widow's peak. His eyes twinkled with mischief. While most men in her father's line of work walked like they had a sledgehammer swinging between their knees, this man had a smooth, easy stride, as though he didn't have a care in the world. His shoulders were broad, and his torso tapered down to his waist in a perfect V-shape. He held a bouquet of red roses in his right hand.

  Had Silvio described this guy as “flashy?” No, that was too coarse, not specific enough. He walked around like he owned the whole damn town, and he was doing everyone a big favor by letting them stay.

  He saw her and smiled, waving.

  She caught herself waving back, and felt embarrassed. Okay, so he was good-looking and knew how to carry himself. So what? It didn't mean he was any
different from the rest of them. He was probably just another vain, empty-headed, self-important prick who thought he was a big deal because he inherited his father's name instead of working his way up from a small-time bruiser to a capo. He'd flash his suave smile and say all the right things to try to charm her, but all he'd really care about is marrying his way into her father's money.

  Still, it was hard not to look at him and imagine his hands on her body, or what that lithe torso might feel like pressed against hers.

  Stef tried to keep her expression neutral as the two men reached them.

  “You must be Stefania,” the thinner one said warmly.

  “If I must,” she replied tightly.

  He laughed. “Hey, that's good! My name is Aurelio Lupo. Call me Leo. My friend here is Max. Here, these are for you.” He handed her the bouquet.

  “Red roses,” she said wearily. “How original. I guess now I'll have to carry them with me during our whole date, huh?”