Phoenix Daniels- Beautiful Prey 3

by Unknown

  "Come on, baby, let's get you to bed."

  "Where's Natasha?"

  Victoria looked around Jack's broad shoulder to find Gianni scanning the backyard for his wife.

  "She went into the pool house to use the washroom. But that was—”

  Before Victoria could finish her sentence, Gianni jogged across the grass. Victoria watched curiously when he stopped midway to the pool house, kneeled down in the grass, and lifted Natasha into his arms. She smiled up at Gianni and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  "Heyyy baaaay-beee!" she squealed. "I'm goooood. I was just taking a nap."

  “Okay, cara mia; I'll take a nap with you."

  Victoria watched as Gianni held her close and placed a sweet kiss to her forehead. He carried her toward the patio doors, but when he passed by Victoria, she shouted, "Get yo drunk ass up!"

  The other ladies giggled when Natasha started. Gianni turned her away from Victoria.

  "Leave her alone," he warned, as he carried her inside.

  "Come on mean girls. It's time to call it a night," Francis chuckled.

  And since no one ever argued with Francis, they all filed into the house.

  Chapter 12

  TAMMY

  Tammy placed her feet in the shallow end of Victoria and Jack's indoor pool. She and David had been staying with the Storms for a little over a week, and she didn't know any more about the woman that wanted one of them dead, than she did the night of the explosion. But, since the room that Victoria had assigned to her was as big as her entire apartment, Tammy didn't have too many complaints. It was also very close to the room where a nanny was looking after the children. And, it hadn't gone unnoticed that Victoria had put her in a bedroom that was next door to Luca's. Two bedrooms, connected by a shared bathroom.

  Tammy thought of her second night at the house. She walked into the bathroom, ready to take a shower, and found Luca wet with a towel wrapped around his waist, donning the sexiest of smirks. Tammy stood frozen while following his sculpted abs down to the sexy V that disappeared into the towel. And of course, Luca being Luca, allowed the towel to drop to the floor. The sight of Luca's flaccid penis, nearly reaching the middle of his thigh, caused Tammy's imagination to run wild. Surely, if it were erect, she'd have a hard time taking all that dick.

  Tammy pushed the image of Luca's anaconda out of her mind and watched David and Jasmine splashing around in the pool. She needed to figure out how she was going to explain to Luca's bossy ass that she need to go back to work. She wasn't rich like Natasha and didn't have free access to billions like Victoria. Tracy and Amy were able to work from home; well, Victoria's home, anyway. But Tammy couldn't live in the Storm mansion forever; she still had rent to pay and a mouth to feed.

  Tammy was startled by the sound of Natasha’s voice, asking, "What's got you so deep in thought?"

  She was wearing a swimsuit and had a naked Gio draped over her shoulder. She carefully made her way down the steps, into the shallow end of the pool.

  "That boy is gonna shit in the pool," Tammy chuckled.

  "He won't. He just went poop a few minutes ago."

  "Mm hm. If you say so. Your ass gonna be swimming around scooping up shit.

  Natasha rolled her eyes, ignoring Tammy's laughter, and lowered Gio into the heated water. Tammy experienced a moment of nostalgia as she waited for Gio's reaction to the water. Memories of David as a baby screaming in fear of the unknown element. But surprisingly, Gio seemed to really enjoy being in the water. He was laughing and kicking his little feet a mile a minute.

  "Sooo, what's up with you and Luca? You guys seemed to be joined at the hip all week."

  Tammy smiled, because it was true. They had been spending a lot of time together. They would often cross the barrier, which was their bathroom, and have late night cocktails and long talks about everything from Tammy's dreams of being a fashion designer to Luca's life in Paris. Oddly enough, other than his normal flirtations, Luca was a complete gentleman. On more than one occasion, they found themselves taking long walks around the gorgeous estate. But, as the majority of Luca's evenings were spent getting to know Tammy, his days were filled with running around with his new shadow, David.

  David seemed to worship the man, never letting him out of his sight. If Luca had business to tend to, David was there. When he received updates from his security team, David was always by his side. They would often be found out back, tossing a Nerf football back and forth. As nice as it was seeing them interact, it worried Tammy. After all, Luca lived on another continent. And when all of the drama ended, he'd be leaving. Where would that leave David? He'd eventually lose what had become to be an important male figure. And, if Tammy allowed herself to get closer to Luca, God only knew where that would leave her emotionally. Tammy needed to do a better job of protecting her and her son's heart.

  "I need a favor," Tammy announced, ignoring Natasha's inquiry.

  "What's up?"

  "I need a car, and I need you to watch David tonight."

  "Why? Where ya going?"

  "Tasha, I really need to go back to work. I'm gonna lose my job."

  "But what about...?"

  "Tash, you know that nobody's after me," Tammy interrupted. "I'm just thrown in the mix here. I'm not the target. And, I ain't rich. I got bills to pay."

  "Tammy, you have no idea who the target is, and if you need money, I can help."

  Tammy inhaled and closed her eyes, trying to think of a way to make Natasha understand.

  "Tasha," she exhaled in a huff. "What I really need is for you to stop throwing your money at me. Yes, we’re friends, but you're rich and I'm a stripper, so deal with it. I've worked my entire life, and I've always done what was needed to take care of my family. Now, do you plan on helping me?"

  Natasha nodded, seemingly understanding where Tammy was coming from.

  "I'll help, but you're taking two of Luca's guys with you."

  "Tash!"

  Natasha held her hand up and halted Tammy's protest.

  "This is non-negotiable. That is... if you want my help."

  And to prove that the conversation was over, Natasha turned her back and continued to play in the water with Gio. Tammy stood and rolled her eyes behind Natasha's back.

  "Watch the kids. I'll be back."

  Tammy took Natasha's silence as a ‘yes’. She wrapped a towel around her waist and walked out of the greenhouse pool, into the back yard. She passed the outdoor pool and walked into the house. She was looking for Luca, in a house that was ridiculously big for only three people.

  When she finally found him, he was sitting on the ledge of the big fountain in front of the house, smoking a cigar. Tammy walked outside, across the circular driveway, and sat next to him. She smiled when Luca's eyes automatically landed on her breasts. The way that he looked at her always made her feel sexy.

  "My eyes are up here."

  "As beautiful as they are, Tammy, I am not interested in your eyes right now."

  She chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes.

  "Luca, I need to go back home. It’s time for me to go back to work."

  Luca looked Tammy in the eyes and totally ignored her by asking, "Where are your shoes?"

  "Inside, but..."

  Before she could finish, Luca placed his cigar on the ledge, stood, and lifted Tammy into his arms.

  "You shouldn't walk around without shoes. You could step on something sharp."

  He carried her into the house, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. Tammy was content in his arms, inhaling the intoxicating aroma that was all Luca. He kicked the door closed with his foot, walked her over to the bed, and gently placed her down. Tammy watched curiously as Luca walked to the foot of the bed and swiped both of her feet.

  "Luca, I need to work," Tammy repeated.

  "You’re a dancer, are you not?" he asked while crawling up the bed.

  He was hovering over her, and she almost forgot what they were discussing. With his mouth so close, her only des
ire at that moment was to taste his lips. Luca raised an eyebrow, and Tammy remembered that he'd asked her a question.

  "Yes, I'm a dancer."

  "So a week or two won't affect your ability to dance. You can rehearse here, in the gym."

  "No, Luca. I need to...”

  Tammy was instantly stifled when Luca swiped his tongue across her bottom lip and pulled it into his warm mouth. She moaned and melted into the mattress. Luca used his knee to nudge her legs apart and pressed his body against hers. And then, he kissed her. He pushed his lips against hers and massaged her tongue with his own. Luca snatched the towel from around her waist and pushed his hardness into her covered sex. Tammy's arms flew around his neck as he made love to her mouth. She'd never been kissed with such unadulterated passion, ever.

  Luca was grinding against her center with movements that simulated sex. And even though his big, hard dick was covered by slacks, the feel of it grinding against her clit was driving Tammy mad. She moaned and clawed at his back as he devoured her mouth, and massaged her pussy. She was so wet that her arousal had seeped completely through her swimsuit. Her legs were spread to capacity as Luca rocked against her. Her breathing was erratic, but his mouth never left hers.

  "Umm," she moaned into his mouth.

  And then she came…hard.

  Luca's kiss became gentle. As Tammy attempted to regain her composure, he placed sweet kisses to her face and neck. Once her breathing was close to normal, Luca climbed off of her. Without the warmth of his big body, Tammy was instantly chilled. He walked into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a washcloth. He peeled the swimsuit down her body and tossed it on the floor. After cleaning her thoroughly, his gaze lingered on her breasts. With what seemed like regret, he pulled the comforter from under her and covered her naked body. It was the first time that he'd seen her naked.

  "Get some rest. I have to make a run. We'll talk about your work later."

  He kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Tammy turned onto her side and stared at the door. Luca Savelli had ended their discussion.

  Or so he thought.

  LUCA

  Luca sat in the back of an SUV, driven by Lorenzo, staring out into the city streets. He was beyond furious. Upon returning from his meeting with, Don Carlo Blanco, the head of the Chicago family, he discovered that Tammy had left the safety of Jack's house. She and Natasha had tricked two of his men into taking Tammy to work, by telling them that he agreed to let her go, but only if they escorted her. He would deal with them later.

  It baffled Luca as to why Tammy would risk her safety just to dance. He never understood the obsession that some possessed for their art. Just as he told her, she wasn't going to lose her ability to dance in a couple of weeks. As her father had warned, Tammy was indeed hardheaded.

  "Siamo qui, capo," Lorenzo announced.

  Luca looked out the window, at a building with a bright neon sign that read "Caviar's." There was security posted out front and a line of men, partitioned by a red velvet rope. Lorenzo pulled in front, and Luca stepped out of the back seat. He was still staring up at the building when Lorenzo joined him.

  "What sort of dance studio is this?" Luca asked out loud, already knowing the answer.

  He glanced at the line of waiting men and walked directly toward the entrance. When a tall, Hispanic man, dressed in all black, placed his hand on Luca's shoulder to block his path, he looked down at his hand, then back to the man. It was meant to be a warning, but the security guard did not heed. In one swift movement, Luca performed a wrist lock that dropped the tall man to his knees, pleading for relief. But Luca had no intention of letting go until he heard the distinct sound of a breaking bone. Only then did he release the inefficient security guard. Surely he was hired for his size alone. Even Victoria could easily beat the bigger man.

  Luca could hear the people that were standing in line clapping and cheering loudly as he and Lorenzo stepped over the guard and entered the building. But their cheers were muffled by the loud rap music blaring from speakers. Luca walked through the club and watched as half-naked women danced on the laps of men.

  His Tammy was a stripper.

  Natasha, Victoria, and everyone else always referred to her as a dancer. Luca assumed that it was ballet or something like that. In Sicily, dancing was referred to as dancing, and stripping was stripping.

  Luca searched the room for Tammy, but she was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, the lights were dimmed, the music slowed, and Tammy appeared.

  TAMMY

  Tammy sauntered, in silver six-inch platforms, to the front of the stage to 'Wicked Games' by The Weeknd. She was wearing a tight pink blazer over her naked breast and a black thong.

  ♫ I left my girl back home.

  I don't love her no more.

  But she'll never fucking know that.

  These fucking eyes that I'm staring at.

  Let me see that ass.

  Look at all this cash.

  And I emptied out my cards too.

  Now I'm fucking leaning on that.♫

  With her hand on her knees, Tasha lowered herself, rocking her hips on the way down. She struck a seductive pose, before slowly spreading her legs apart. The move was an invitation, to what patrons assumed, was her pussy. But to Tammy, it was an invitation for them to rid themselves of their money. Several men had accepted her invitation. Tammy swiveled her hips on the way up, unbuttoning the one button holding the tight blazer closed. She peeled the blazer off, exposing big breast and hard nipples.

  More bills began to fly.

  Tammy turned, displaying her ass to the crowd. She wiggled her thighs, a technique used to make her butt cheeks clap, and even more money began to land on the stage.

  ♫Bring your love baby; I could bring my shame.

  Bring the drugs baby; I could bring my pain.

  I got my heart right here.

  I got my scars right here.

  Bring the cups baby; I could bring the drink.

  Bring your body baby; I could bring you fame.

  And that's my motherfucking words to you.

  Just let me motherfucking love you.♫

  Tammy bent over and teased the crowd with her covered pussy. She could feel hands caressing her calves, and she looked back to make sure that those hands touching her had money in them. They did. But when she turned around to continue to tease the patrons, the sight of Luca's giant, well-dressed body was charging toward her. Tammy jumped and stood straight up. His murderous expression was terrifying.

  He grabbed her by the arm and practically dragged her off the stage. Tammy could hear the "Dayums" from the crowd of men as Luca yanked her down the steps of the stage. Bambi was standing in their path, and Tammy just knew that her tough as nails boss was going to intervene. But, when Luca shouted, "Where are her clothes?!," Bambi stepped aside and pointed to the locker room.

  Luca continued to drag Tammy, in six-inch heels and flung her into the locker room. Tammy gathered her footing and stomped over to her locker. She ignored the curious glances from the other girls. She was not only embarrassed, but pissed. She ultimately had to forfeit all the money that she'd just made.

  "Are you fucking serious?!" Tammy screamed.

  "You told me that you were a dancer! This is not dancing! You! Are! A! Stripper!" Luca shouted.

  Bambi, knowing that things were going to get worse before they got better, mumbled something about her security guard and ordered all of the girls out of the locker room. And when they complied, she scurried out behind them.

  "What?!"

  Tammy tilted her head; now she was pissed and confused. "Luca, it's the same thing!"

  "No! Dancing is an art! There is a room full of men out there that want to fuck you!"

  "Yeah?! And?!" She screamed.

  Now it was Luca's head that was tilted. His expression switched from murderous to something that Tammy couldn’t describe. He unbuttoned his suit coat and stalked toward her while unbuckling his belt and undo
ing his pants.

  "Oh. You want to be fucked?!" Luca hissed, in a tone that sounded vicious.

  "Fuck you! I don't belong to you!"

  He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Tammy was staring directly into Luca's chocolate gaze when he leaned down and kissed her roughly, shoving his tongue in her mouth. It was a kiss that was so different from the way that he had kissed her earlier. There was no tenderness whatsoever. Still using her hair for control, Luca twirled her around and pushed her face against the cold locker. She gasped when her pebbled nipples connected with the cold metal of the locker. He tore the thong from her ass, reached around her body, and pressed two large fingers against her clit. Relenting his hold on her hair, Luca clutched her throat. Tammy didn’t dare protest when he circled the head of his dick around the already wet mouth of her pussy and pushed his massive dick inside her.

  "Agh!" Tammy screamed, in response to the invasion.

  Tammy placed her hands flat against the locker. She just wasn't equipped to accommodate a dick the size of Luca's. And when he pulled out and pushed into her again, her scream was silenced by the grip that Luca had on her throat. He pulled out slowly, but his mercy was temporary. Because he pushed into her with a force that lifted her to her toes.

  With his fingers wrapped around her throat, he began to fuck her. Luca's fingers circled her clit as he humped her, like a dog in heat, against the cold locker. With his fingers pressed against her carotid artery, Tammy struggled to stay conscious as he pacified her begging pussy with his big dick. Luca was pounding her without mercy as Tammy drifted toward darkness. His dick felt so good that she struggled to stay awake, if only for the pleasure that he was giving her. She pushed her ass out, wanting every bit of him. And if only she could breathe, she would have screamed out his name.

  Tammy was there. She was reaching a climax, but she was sure that she would pass out before she got the chance to come. She closed her eyes and welcomed, "death by big dick." And just as the world seemed to slip away, Luca released her throat, gripped her hips with both hands, and with the side of her face smashed against the locker, he fucked her until she gasped for much-needed air.