Never Have an Outlaw's Baby: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love)

by Snow, Nicole

  I almost threw up. Almost laughed hysterically too. The urges collided, obliterating them both. I sat and stared like the rattled dove I was.

  “Goodnight, babe. I'll be by to check on you real fucking soon.”

  He tapped a few keys on a panel next to the door, swung it open, and then disappeared, leaving a resounding thud behind him when it swung shut. I waited a minute. Then I collapsed backwards on the bed, feeling the cool, wet ache between my legs where his fingers had been.

  Was this what it felt like to be buried alive?

  4

  Promises to Keep (Anton)

  I took a long shower and an even longer walk through the estate's corridors after the brush with Sabrina. Fuck, I could still smell her on my fingers.

  Scared, sexy, and so damned tempting. I inhaled her scent until the shower washed it all away, wishing I could get rid of the ridiculous hard-on pulling at my skin just as easy.

  I should've fucked her. I wanted to. Temptation clung to my gut like an angry dog, hounding me to march back there and put my dick where it belonged.

  She'd be the best fuck of my life. I knew it. And if it wasn't for those big dark doe eyes drilling into my soul, I would've already found out how hard her pussy clenched around my cock when she came.

  Shit, let's be honest. Any pussy would've been divine after three hundred and ninety days in Correctional. But hers tapped buttons no other bitch would ever reach because she was so innocent, so taboo, so fucking wrong for me. My dick begged me to jerk it off the entire time I washed my hair.

  I resisted. I wasn't taking my nut until I blew it all over that girl locked in the chamber attached to mine. I'd give her a few days, maybe two or three, to settle in. All the time I had left before my cock overrode everything else in my skull and fucking her was as much a need as sucking oxygen.

  Also about the time I estimated I'd need to get her on my side, to make her want it and want me without hesitation.

  Lev and Daniel were waiting for my plan. I knew I'd have to explain what good the girl was now that I'd busted out, and why we shouldn't just shoot her dead and dump her carcass in the closest landfill.

  I dried my hair, dressed, and took the long way through the big house. It used to be my old man's, a vacation ranch spun off to a family friend after papa's murder. The cops would be too busy the next week or two combing Chicago for my escaped ass. They'd go after all the obvious places first, and there were a lot of them with all the warehouses, bars, and lounges under our name. They'd never look here, or not when it mattered.

  By the time I was back in the city, it was gonna be for a quick hit and run. If it went off as smoothly as my jailbreak, the Ligiotti clan would be decapitated, and I'd be on my merry way to blow this country and leave Uncle Sam hanging with his dick in his hand.

  Clear your fucking head, man, I told myself. The tension rolled through my body like a razor blade riding my bones. There were about ten reasons why my fists were hard as hammers at my sides, and they all had to do with her. Shaking off the adrenaline rush of fucking my way out never felt like this.

  I took an extra lap down the hall, shaking off my wood. I pinched my teeth together. The only thing my brothers would find funnier than my weird obsession with this chick was walking into the dining room sporting dick like a goddamned horny teenager. I shook off my erection before the meeting.

  I rounded my way back, opened the door, and saw them sitting at the long dining table. My seat was at the head of the table. An honorable gesture from both those beautiful bastards.

  No sooner than I was in my chair, Lev looked at me with his eyebrows up. “Did you fuck her yet?”

  “You think that's really my first thought after breaking out of prison? Jesus Christ. It's been boring as fuck behind bars, but I'm still man enough to put business first.”

  A smile spread across his broad face. “Brother, we both know what's on your mind. I can't fucking imagine being denied pussy for a year. You're a braver man than me.”

  I suppressed a growl and turned my chair, looking at Daniel. He was all business, same as usual, his attention on some paper in front of him.

  “Well, what's the fucking story? Have we got the guys in place for this ambush before old man Ligiotti hears I'm a free man?”

  “Financials aren't a problem. Neither is manpower.” Daniel looked up. His face looked like a smoother, slightly younger mirror of my own. “Only problem is getting close to him. If he'd showed up last time, like we planned, we wouldn't be having this fucking do-over right now.”

  I slammed my fists on the table. “Like I don't know that! It wasn't my fault. We all signed off on the intel that said he was supposed to be at Club Duce. Gioulio was due to be greeting those sick fucks before he turned his new girls loose. Somebody tipped him off.”

  “Got a feeling all our asses would be in jail if you'd triggered the blast a minute or two later,” Lev said, wagging his finger. “The girls were on their way. Just them and their handlers. Gioulio changed plans at the last minute.”

  I shrugged. “Might've been a mercy if they'd died there. You guys got me out of prison, quick and easy. Those girls he's got chained up? They're the ones who're really suffering. The bastards keep them in cages like dogs 'til they're brought out to suck and fuck.”

  “Yeah. If only that was the only thing going on at Gioulio's parties.” Daniel stopped short of listing the sadistic shit we'd discovered.

  It nailed me in the fucking chest to this day. No, we weren't out to play hero. Killing the head of the Ligiotti family and taking their business was priority number one. It was a selfish goal to enrich our family, secure ourselves. But just between us brothers, we'd hoped killing those fucks with a well timed explosion would set the women free too.

  We'd slaughtered their asses before the women showed up, so that was something. None of the girls died that night. It even gave the bastard pause from everything we'd heard, rattled him so bad he let the sex ring languish for a couple months. Too bad it didn't last. Gioulio started pimping them out to a new line of Chicago scum the day after I went behind bars. The city's filled with fucking rats, always ready to come outta the woodwork and do favors for anyone willing to satisfy their psycho needs.

  “Look, Anton, we've been working on the logistics of a follow up hit the whole time you've been behind bars,” Daniel said, reaching across the table to freshen his mug with more hot water from the samovar in the center. “Hell, we would've taken that bastard out ourselves by now if we didn't have to worry about somebody killing you dead on the inside in retaliation.”

  “You should've done it anyway. I could've handled myself in there.”

  A white lie. Yeah, I knew how to fight. I'd broken the bones of any fuck who tried to get smart or slip their dick into my ass in jail. But there were other tortures I didn't handle so well.

  Solitary was hell. All three times I'd been there, my mind went crazy, wondering if I'd ever see a human face again. It was worse being caged with a cellmate, which was fucking plenty to deal with by itself.

  I had to be out in the world. I was too used to business and play, killing and fucking, laughing with my brothers and looking for a chick worthy of expanding our family with my wild seed.

  Never again. I'd never let those fuckers drag me back to that place for defending my family and butchering some dirty bastards with lived like angels and pleasured themselves like pigs. I'd do this shit with my brothers, accomplish the mission ahead, or die trying.

  “Whatever. What happened – or didn't happen – is all done. We're here tonight to figure out how we're gonna dig Gioulio's grave.”

  “Right,” Lev agreed. “Is that where the sweet ass hanging out in your bedroom comes in?”

  “We should've drugged her and dumped her on the way here. Bitch is Ligiotti trash. I'm glad she was there to help you out, but I don't understand why the fuck you wanted to keep her here. She's a risk.”

  “Because she's gonna be our Trojan Horse,” I growled, half a h
eartbeat away from slamming my fists on the table again. Couldn't believe how callously my brothers were talking about that girl. Vengeance is some poisonous shit.

  “Yeah? And have you got a plan, or are you just bullshitting as you go along?” Daniel quirked an eyebrow.

  “Nobody knows what we're up against like I do, D. I read about her old man and his asshole brother. I know what happened. And I definitely know the right questions to ask to get her on board.”

  Lev shook his head, downing the shot of vodka waiting in his glass. “You think she'll turn that easy? Especially when the hard questions are coming from you? Why the fuck should she trust anything coming outta your mouth?”

  I nodded, anger bristling in my veins. “She will. You forget I've already sat down a time or two with this girl. She knows me.”

  Not to mention laid her down, pinched her ass, made her gush and twitch on my hands, I thought. Fuck, what I would've given to do a whole lot more with her that instant.

  “I know what makes her tick. She's not complicated. Her uncle never told her shit about the family business. Fucker tried to keep her outta it. Not outta kindness neither. He's got plenty to hide to keep his ass whole, prevent any shakeups in his crew. It's up to me to show her all the dirty laundry that's been stuffed in her closet all these years.”

  “Just remember we're trusting you on this, brother,” Lev said. “You're trying to turn blood against blood, and history tells us you've got stiff fucking odds of pulling it off.”

  His hand moved for the vodka bottle again, but I was faster, pulling it towards my chest. My brother glared jealously.

  “You think the odds weren't total shit for me breaking outta prison? We made it work, Lev. We always do. We owned those fucking odds and bent them to our favor. Division of labor. You boys keep figuring out the best way to drop that fucker, and leave the rest to me. I'll have Sabrina Ligiotti begging me to help kill her uncle in a week.”

  Just as much as she'll be begging for my dick, I thought, feeling more hellfire churning in my balls.

  It was a short, fitful sleep. The only kind I'd expect my first night as a free man.

  Knowing she was right next door, ripe and ready for the plucking...fuck. I woke up six or seven hours later with my dick beating beneath the sheets like a second heart. Took a few minutes to clear my head, get the hard-on under control, and then dress.

  Shit. Light streamed in through the enormous window overlooking the countryside, a pale October sun peaking over the horizon.

  I waited an extra minute for my cock to stop straining in my pants before I went to the door joining my room with Sabrina's. Hoped to hell she'd have a talk with me on peaceful terms. Pinning her to the nearest wall and pinching her swollen little clit between my fingers would be fun, sure, but I didn't think I'd be able to control myself again.

  Next time I got my skin on her pussy, I wasn't gonna be able to hold back 'til I conquered every inch of her. I had to fill a hole, and my dick would have his pick. I'd fuck her mouth 'til she gagged, take her ass 'til she screamed, fill her sweet fucking pussy up 'til she –

  No. Stop it, you bastard.

  You gotta treat this just like the prison break. This is business. This is a job. You can get your dick as wet as rain after Gioulio Ligiotti's choking on his own blood.

  There are hundreds of chicks who'll be glad to fuck and suck. There always are.

  I steadied one hand on the cherry wood door, feeling for the silver knob with the other. The thoughts weren't much comfort.

  Yeah, pussy always came fresh and easy ever since I'd been old enough to pump lava outta my balls. But there wasn't much to admire about the girls who sank to their knees right away, wet and moaning before they even felt my fingers, my hands, my lips.

  I liked it rough. Challenging. I liked to fuck the girls who didn't admit how bad they wanted it – and the dark haired Italian thing behind the door had every reason in the world to hate my guts.

  Too fucking bad. Ready or not, here I come.

  I didn't knock. It was my fucking house, my rules, and nobody matched my dominion here except Lev and Daniel.

  My dick started throbbing against my zipper again. So much for settling the fuck down.

  The curtains were still drawn around her bed. I quick stepped my way over there and ripped the partition at the base open, hoping I'd see her naked.

  “Goddammit. What the fuck?” The bed was empty.

  For a second, I rushed out, stalking the room like a wolf who'd caught a rabbit's scent. My brothers had this room cleansed of anything heavy and sharp she could pick up and use against us before she arrived.

  Where the fuck could she go? There was no place to hide, nowhere to roost for an ambush.

  A low growl slipped out my throat. Then I noticed the big vanity, where she'd shed her gown, an empty glass of water next to it.

  Of course. I felt like a fucking idiot. Old Grigor, the family servant, had been through already, or else had one of his underlings take her down to breakfast. I'd overslept.

  Snarling, I stepped out and punched the code into the panel, opening the locked door and stepping into the hall. It was a quick march down to the dining room, all while I wondered how long I'd been off in la-la land dreaming about all the dirty shit I wanted to do to this chick.

  The double doors to the big dining room swung open. There she was – right next to my two brothers near the head of the table – a nice spread of food, juices, and coffee laid out for the trio.

  “Good morning, Anton.” Daniel smiled coolly.

  I stepped over and took the seat next to her, glancing at her face as I sat. She was red eyed, frustrated, like she was holding in tears or volcanic rage. Maybe both.

  “What the fuck's going on here? Somebody should've woke my ass up so we could all sit down together.”

  “You needed your beauty sleep, brother.” Lev grinned. “We thought we'd better let you rest while we met the house guest ourselves. It's only been twenty minutes or so. You came down sooner than we expected.”

  I looked at her. “What did they say to you?”

  “Your brothers...they're complete assholes,” she said, a hateful glint in her eye. “Just like you.”

  The anger stabbed deep. But what really got to me was seeing the little plate beneath her, a few orange slices and a muffin sitting on it. All untouched.

  I bolted up and slammed my fists on the wood. “Breakfast time's over for you two fucks. Go work on the shit we discussed last night. I told you I'd handle the rest – and it's gonna get handled a helluva lot easier without you fucks rubbing your noses in this shit.”

  Daniel stood first, crumpling his tablecloth and throwing it on his empty plate. He took a couple steps away from the table, passing me on his way out, and paused.

  “I trust that's the old attitude talking, the one you developed wearing orange. I get it. Going behind bars makes a man angry and a little crazy.”

  I growled, giving my brother the evilest eye I'd produced in my whole fucking life. “Shut up. Do what I say. Leave her to me.”

  “We will, brother. We will. I just wanted her to know how lucky she is being here.”

  Before I could grab him by the neck and throw him against the wall, he was on his way out. Lev was smart enough to keep his distance, heading for the door with the table between us.

  He looked at Sabrina. “Remember what we discussed, love. You do everything Anton says. Everything we ask. That's the price for keeping you alive and breathing. Any other Ligiotti would've gotten their head popped and dumped in the nearest ditch on our way home after breaking out Anton.”

  She shook once. No fear, but rage. The door shut and he was gone.

  Fucking assholes. It was in their nature. I didn't expect anything different – especially because they sure as shit didn't have the same weird connection with this chick I did. But fuck, sworn enemy or not, when did my brothers forget how to treat a woman with basic civility?

  When did I?

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p; Obviously when we looked at her. Their blood roared with hate, venom, vengeance. Mine stormed pure lust, a barbaric need to fuck her, more than I wanted her uncle dead.

  I walked to the other side of the table and sat down with her, still pondering that shit. I tapped the table several times with my fingers 'til she took her face outta her hands.

  “Look at me, Sabrina. We've got shit to discuss. Before we do that, I wanna give you a chance to eat to your satisfaction.”

  “I'm not hungry,” she snapped.

  “I don't give a fuck. You're gonna keep up your strength because we both have jobs to do. Pick something up off that table and take it bite-by-bite. I don't wanna have to force anything down your throat.”

  Bullshit. There was one thing I wanted to force through her lips more than anything else. Cold, stoic war crept back in my heart, but it hadn't turned me to total ice. I wasn't so far gone I'd throw the food off this table if she disobeyed, throw her down flat, and fuck her right there.

  No. Not yet.

  “Do it for me, babe. Do it for yourself. Let's go. I want you talking to me with a full stomach. You'll be way more pissed and irrational if your belly's running on empty.”

  She stared at me for a good long while with the same hateful eyes she'd aimed at my brothers. Finally, she moved her hand to the plate, took the muffin, and chewed an angry bite outta it. I would've laughed if she wasn't seeing red and I didn't have a deadly serious mission here.

  “I overslept,” I said, watching as she swallowed and took another bite. Good. “If I'd been down here on time, I wouldn't have let them get away with that disrespect. They give you any trouble in the future, Sabrina, you let me know. Promise me.”

  My fists tightened, and I leaned forward on the table. She set her half eaten breakfast down and took a gulp of tea before answering. “Why bother? Stop acting like you're here to do me any favors. I know a good cop, bad cop thing when I see one. It's how you tricked me to come back for that followup.”

  Fuck. The girl was smarter than I'd given her credit for, at least in hindsight.