by Sky Winters
CHAPTER 10
Giovanni Allegra sat back, looking over the mouth of his beer bottle at the small crowd in his living room. The members of his pack were carousing, as usual, most of them high on the portion of this week’s shipment that he let them indulge in. Though, he knew it wasn’t really up to them, they all knew that any member of the pack that showed the slightest bit of apprehension when it came to the drug dealing lifestyle would be dealt with harshly.
The music was blaring, and the dealers and their women were already some combination of drunk and high, which is what Giovanni wanted. He knew that anything that addled their minds, and thus their business sense, would only work to his advantage.
“Yo, Gio!” one of them called out, a long-haired man in the same gruff, Staten Island accent as the rest of the men. “You want another hit of this shit?”
“Nah, I’m good,” said Giovanni, shaking his head and curling his lip. He knew he’d taken enough.
The man shrugged his shoulders before pulling out a baggie of white powder and carefully tilted it over the now-streaked mirror that was in the center of the living room coffee table. The other dealers and the girls gathered around it, greedy looks across their faces. The ten or so members of the pack that were there- the higher-ups that Giovanni had working as pushers for the rest- looked at him with apprehension, as though waiting for his cue. Giovanni nodded, and they all began moving towards the drugs with varying looks of enthusiasm on their faces.
The dealers lined about a few dozen neat white rows, and the party goers all took turns taking their sniffs. The energy of the dealers shot up immediately.
“You gotta get in on this shit, Gio!” said one of the dealers. “Fuckin’ quality shit!”
“I said I’m good,” said Gio, his voice now stern.
Now that the guests were high on their fresh dose, the intensity of the party only increased. Beers were chugged, the bottles tossed here and there, some breaking, with their dark, jagged shards sinking into the carpet, to be pressed and broken in further by the heavy work boots the pack all preferred. Giovanni didn’t like it when they trashed the place, but he knew that letting the dealers and the pack blow off steam at these deals helped keep things running smoothly. And the last thing he wanted to deal with was a power struggle. He knew that as long as he kept Mona locked up good and tight, he probably wouldn’t have to worry about that.
He smirked as he drank his beer, looking over the mess, knowing that Mona would have quite the day of cleaning ahead of her for tomorrow. And as he sipped his drink, his eyes traveled to one of the women in attendance, a brunette with green eyes and a slim body who met his gaze with a sultry look and a seductive smirk. The girls who hung around these dealers were exactly the types who went for those with power and money, and as someone with both, Giovanni knew he had his choice of women. But he decided to relax and enjoy little more of the party before sending her up to his room.
A loud crash from within the packed crowd of party goers signaled to him that the relaxing he wanted wasn’t going to happen.
“You fuckin’ asshole!” shouted a voice that Giovanni instantly recognized as belonging to Carlo, one of his lieutenants.
“Get your fuckin’ hand off of me!” responded another voice, which Giovanni didn’t recognize, and therefore assumed was one of the dealers.
Giovanni couldn’t make out what was happening, but knew that it likely was another fight over drugs, money, or women, just like every other spat that broke out between the dealers and the pack. He finished his beer, tossed the bottle into the corner, and shot up from his chair. Once he reached the crowd, he pushed his way through, the bodies moving aside when they realized who was trying to get by.
And once he broke through to the fight, he saw a dealer about to square off with Antonio, another high-up in the pack. Standing to the side was Kendra, Antonio’s girl, with a fearful look on her face and her arms crossed under her breasts.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” demanded Giovanni, pushing the rest of the dealers and pack members out of his way.
“This motherfucker’s trying to take my girl!” said Antonio, his handsome face red and twisted in anger. He looked like he was on the verge of indulging in some serious violence.
“Your girl? Buddy, she’s been givin’ me the ‘fuck me’ eyes all night!” said the dealer, who Giovanni recognized as Joey, the second-in-command to this Staten Island gang.
Giovanni knew that this might get bad. If Antonio said or did one wrong move, he might jeopardize Giovanni’s relationship with these dealers. And if he did that, Giovanni could kiss a hell of a lot of hard cash goodbye.
“Alright, everyone just calm the fuck down,” said Gio, yelling over the music. “Antonio, what’s your take here?”
“You know what it is? It’s these fuckin’ dealers. They think just ‘cause they’re selling us this fuckin’ product we gotta push, that we have to do whatever they want!”
The dealer snorted, his burly arms cross over his wide chest.
“What, that’s not true?” the dealer said, his tone dismissive.
This only made Antonio redder.
“And you know what? You’re not fuckin’ helpin’, Gio,” said Antonio. “You’re the one that got us in with all these assholes!”
Giovanni was fine with the argument; he figured he’d talk both of the men down, maybe let them take a swing at one another to get their energy out. But by bringing Giovanni’s leadership into question, Antonio was dangerously close to crossing a line.
“What was that?” asked Giovanni, stepping into the circle of cleared space amidst the crowd, closing the distance between him and Antonio. “I want to make sure I heard you right.”
A look of consternation crossed Antonio’s face for a brief moment, as though he were now aware of exactly what he was doing. But his expression hardened.
“I said, you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with our pack.”
A small smirk crossed Giovanni’s face. This was a challenge and both men knew it. The circle around them spread out to give the two men room to settle their dispute. Giovanni rolled his shoulders, it had been a while since his last fight. With a beckoning motion of his fingers, he summoned a pack member to bring him a large line of coke, which he snorted eagerly off of the hand mirror that it was sitting on. The rush hit him immediately.
With a roar, he shifted into his massive wolf form, dwarfing Antonio’s form. The two wolves rushed at each other, clawing at one another’s skin with frenzied swipes of their huge paws, each attempting to bite down on the other’s neck. The crowd spread further apart as the two wolves crashed into the furniture, sending paintings crashing down from the walls and beer bottles careening off, smashing them into pieces.
Giovanni was eventually able to overpower Antonio, sinking his razor-sharp teeth into the soft skin of his neck. Then, with a quick jerk of his head, he snapped Antonio’s neck, the dull crack reverberating through Giovanni’s body. He let the now-limp body of Antonio drop from his jaw, the corpse hitting the ground with a dull thud. The group around him was silent, the blaring music the only sound in the air.
Shifting back to his human form, now nude, Giovanni looked around at the pack.
“Think about what just happened. While you’re dragging this fucker’s body out of here, know what’s in store if you challenge me as the Alpha.”
He shot his eyes back to the dealer.
“Take her, she’s yours now,” he said, referring to Antonio’s girl.
The dealer smiled with a wicked grin, grabbing the girl’s arm. She didn’t react, seemingly too stunned by Antonio’s death to say or do anything.
“Clean this mess up,” said Giovanni, waving to Antonio’s body, still in wolf form. “And get back to whatever the hell else you were doing.”
The living room air was cool on Giovanni’s now nude body. The party eventually took on its previous tone, and two of the pack members lifted Antonio’s body out of the room for later
disposal. Snatching his beer from where he left it, Giovanni looked over once again at the girl who was eying him before. She looked even more intrigued, seemingly impressed by Giovanni’s display of power. With a quick nod of his head, he gestured for her to follow him upstairs. And as he walked up the stairs, the music growing softer and he could hear the pattering of her small feet catching up to him.
Without looking back, Giovanni stepped into his room.
“Shut the door,” he said.
The girl complied.
“That was so amazing, what you did back there,” she said, her voice full of admiration. “I can’t believe th-“
“I didn’t bring you up here for conversation,” he said, turning on a low light. “Now take off your clothes.”
Giovanni sat down on the edge of his unmade bed, the girl standing before him. She started by pulling her shirt over her head, her chocolate-colored hair falling on her bare, pale shoulders. Next, she unbuttoned her pants, kicking off her red sneakers as she stepped out of them.
“Stop,” said Giovanni, admiring her the girl’s toned, shapely body, clad in nothing but a black bra and skimpy pair of matching panties.
Giovanni rose, his cock now fully erect. He stepped towards the girl, stopping when only a small distance remained between them. Her eyes were wide, with a touch of fearful awe, as though she were both frightened and aroused by Giovanni. It was a look he had seen many times before.
“Get on your knees.”
She complied, ducking down out of his sight
He looked down, seeing that she was looking up at him, as though awaiting orders, his hard prick next to her face.
“You know what to do.”
She nodded, a sly smirk crossing her face. Giovanni tilted his head back as the girl went to work, starting by licking the base of his cock with quick darts of her tongue, her right hand wrapped around his shaft. Her licks turned into slow, wet kisses as she moved her lips up along the length of Giovanni’s prick. The air was silent and still, no sound but the soft bass of the music from downstairs and the licking and kissing sounds of the girl’s lips on him.
She then took his prick into her mouth, guided by his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down until the entire length of him was inside of her mouth. She slid her mouth backwards, letting his prick glide against her lips as she withdrew it before taking the entirely of it in her mouth once again. Giovanni was impressed- most girls weren’t able to handle his cock.
Her slow, full-length sucks transitioned into quick bobs, focusing on his head, her lips forming a tight seal just below it that she moved faster and faster along him, her hand stroking him as she sucked. Giovanni felt his orgasm build in the base of his cock, and he debated whether or not he wanted to fuck this girl, or to simply cum in her mouth and be done with it.
After some internal deliberation, he decided. He grabbed a handful of the girl’s dark, brown hair and brought her to her feet with a quick pull. She gasped at the slight pain, though the smile on her face indicated to Giovanni that she enjoyed the way he was treating her.
“Get the rest,” he said.
The naughty smirk still playing on her face, the girl reached behind her back, undoing her bra and letting it drop to her feet, revealing her small, pert breasts. She then stepped out of her panties, and Giovanni smiled approvingly as he saw that she was shaved bare.
He reached for her, grabbing her slim wrist and pulling her towards him. Looming over her for a moment, he reached behind her, grabbing her ass with firm squeezes. She gasped with pleasure as he squeezed her, his strong grip just on the brink of pain and pleasure.
“Now get on the bed,” he said, letting go of her ass, his voice commanding.
Again, she obliged. With a slow, hip-swiveling walk, she moved to the bed, preparing to lie down on top of it.
“No. Turn around.”
With another sensual smile, she turned around and leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed and jutting her small, round ass into the air. Giovanni took his place behind her, looking down at the sight of her supple rear in the air, his cock hard and stiff just in front of it. He grabbed her by the hips, holding her in place. Then, with a hard thrust, he entered her, the girl gasping as he shoved his prick deep inside of her, fully plunging the length of him inside of her pussy.
Giovanni took a deep breath at the feeling of his cock sliding into her, the girl moaning as he held himself inside of her. He then began thrusting. At first, he was slow and steady, letting the pleasure being inside of her build. Then, he picked up the pace of his thrusting. The girl grabbed the sheets in front of her, holding herself in place against the now-relentless pounding of Giovanni. He fucked her hard, slapping her ass and taking pleasure at the red handprints left on her fair skin. And she did too, gasping with ecstasy with each contact of his firm hand against her ass.
Giovanni felt his orgasm come rushing back. He was aroused beyond belief at the sight of the girl’s ass jiggling with each thrust of his hips. The pace of the girl’s moaning and panting increased, bringing Giovanni closer and closer to orgasm.
Then, with a long, protracted grunt, Giovanni came, unloading his cock deep inside of her, pleasure rushing through him as he emptied himself completely. He gave the girl’s ass one last hard slap as he finished. Pulling his cock out, he smiled with satisfaction at the sheen of her arousal on his prick, as well as the sight of his cum dripping from her.
Spent, he lay down on the bed, catching his breath. The girl collapsed next to him, her breasts rising and falling.
There was a silence that hung in the hot, sex-scented air before being broken.
“So, you gonna be ready for round two?”
“Nah. Go get your things and get out of here.”
“What?” asked the girl, surprised.
“I don’t need any company tonight.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Do I sound like I’m joking?” he said, lighting a cigarette while lying on his back, blowing a plume of smoke into the air.
The girl realized he wasn’t joking and, in a huff, bounded from the bed, snatched her clothes off the floor, and stomped towards the door.
“You’re a real fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” she said, pulling the door open.
“Yeah, yeah.”
With that, she left in an angry march, leaving Giovanni alone in silence.
Sitting up, he noticed the door wasn’t shut. With a frustrated sigh, he heaved himself from his bed, his cigarette dangling from his mouth as he pulled on a pair of jeans that were lying on the ground. But as he reached to shut the door, he noticed that not a shred of light was visible from the top floor. This struck him as strange- Mona usually had at least one light on. He went up the stairs, approached Mona’s door and knocked.
No answer.
He knocked again.
“Mona, open this fuckin’ door right now!” he yelled.
Again, no answer.
He twisted the knob, noting that it was locked. With another turn, he broke through the lock, and opened the door.
Giovanni gritted his teeth in anger he realized that Mona had left. Against his command, she left. And he knew that she was with the bear from the other night.
His anger began to boil over, but before he could fly into a rage, he caught himself. A smirk slowly crossed his face, his mind alight with the possibilities of punishment for this particular misdeed. The possibilities, he thought, were endless.
CHAPTER 11
Boris slid the motorcycle to a stop on the corner of the Nolita street where Mona lived. It was well into the early hours of the morning, with the sun due to rise within the next few hours.
“You sure you’re ready to go back?” asked Boris, looking over his shoulder at Mona.
“I don’t want to, but yeah. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if Giovanni caught me out.”
“Yeah. He doesn’t seem like the reasonable type.”
“That doesn’t ev
en begin to describe it. It’s…” she trailed off, not sure if she should finish her thought, for fear of potentially saying too much.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing.”
A moment passed. Mona loosened her grip from around Boris and stepped off of the motorcycle.
“So,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Will I see you again soon?”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” he said with a smirk.
With that, he revved the engine, peeling off into the night.
Boris knew that not giving straight answers was a key step in getting a girl to fall for a guy. He turned his bike, pulling a sharp turn around a corner and driving away from Lower Manhattan.
The more he thought about the evening, the more he realized how differently it went than he was expecting. He knew that he was attracted to Mona and that sleeping with her was an added bonus to his plan of revenge, but as he drove, he felt a strange fluttering inside of him when he thought of her, a feeling that he knew wasn’t simply physical attraction. He shook his head, the wind rushing through his hair, trying to get a handle on the plan as he had originally conceived it.
It was a simple plan, after all: seduce Mona, give her reason to question her loyalty to Giovanni and the rest of the pack, then use her to get to her brother.
But he wasn’t expecting her to have so much power.
Seeing how fast she was able to adapt to her shifter nature after being denied it for so long by her brother, especially with how unstable her powers were after nearly losing control the first night they met, Boris was beginning to realize that he wasn’t just dealing with any shifter. She was one who had the potential to change the face of the balance of power in the city.
Boris took a hard, banking turn, the skyline of Brooklyn and Queens to his right still illuminated with their evening lights.
