Bad Boy: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

by Willow Winters

  I’m busy editing this piece for my column, and so immersed in getting this paragraph flowing better that I don’t hear the lock or the doorknob turn. I don’t even hear the door open.

  The only thing I can hear is the language of the text over and over that I keep reading in my head. The wording is just clunky and passive, but I don’t know how to reorder them. I bite down on my lip and copy and paste a few times, reordering the sentences. My fingers click against the keys.

  “Kitten.” His voice holds a threat and my body stills. My heart slows but even with the fear of displeasing him clouding my emotions, my pussy aches with need.

  I push the chair away and fall onto my knees. I crawl around, keeping my body lowered. Once I see his shoes I stop and sit back on my heels with my hands where they should be. I don’t look up though. My heart beats chaotically. I’ve never not been ready for him. Not since that first day. Every time I hear the click of the lock, I immediately kneel and wait for him. It’s been what, maybe weeks at this point? I’ve been his good kitten and he’s kept his word. But this time, I failed.

  “I didn’t hear you enter.” My neck strains as I resist the urge to look at the clock. He usually comes to me around the same time every day. But I got lost in work today.

  His hand comes down and rests in my hair. I close my eyes and wait for his response. “Please forgive me, Anthony.” The words slip out and I don’t try to catch them. My heart swells with agony in my chest. I don’t want him upset with me.

  “What were you doing, kitten?” he asks as he pets my hair. I open my eyes and finally look up at him. His stubble is a little longer than usual and his hair is as well. It has a tousled look that’s fucking sexy.

  “Work,” I reply easily, and then realize he may want more. “My column is due tonight, but the editor is overbooked. So I’m trying to get it done myself.”

  He hums, “I see.” He looks past me and to the laptop sitting on the desk. I love this little office he made for me. It’s so cute with all the book nerd touches, and the large window gives me more sunlight than I’d ever get in the bedroom.

  “I think maybe a short break would be nice. We could go get you more flowers.” I look up at him with surprise.

  “Would you like that, kitten?” he asks.

  “Yes, Anthony.” I nearly crawl up his body with the need to press my lips to his. But I’m an obedient pet. I keep my hands planted firmly on my thighs and wait for his direction.

  “Do you think you’re ready to go out?” he asks.

  I nod my head. I’m never been outside of these locked rooms. The only exception was that one night. The night I gave myself to him completely. I crave a different environment. A voice deep inside me tells me I can run; I just need one chance. But it’s such a small voice, I barely hear it.

  “Come, kitten. I think you need a break.” My brow furrows with confusion at first and then I realize he meant I need a break from work. He holds his hand out for me and I take it instantly.

  He chuckles as he reads the writing on my tank top. It’s a racerback that hangs just past my ass and is almost as long as my yellow shorts. The top reads, Book lovers never go to bed alone.

  I give him a small smile and walk with him as he presses the keys to unlock the door. I know not to look even though he doesn’t try to hide the code from me.

  It’s cold and dark and empty down here. Only a florescent light is above us. It looks so dungeonlike compared to my room. I stay behind him as we walk up the stairs and he presses in keys to another lock. He doesn’t give me the chance to look, but I don’t mind. I just make a note of it. I’m not sure why though.

  My eyes wince as he opens the door and leads me into an open-concept first floor. I take a look around in wonder as if seeing Anthony for the first time in a new light. I don’t remember this room when I was out before.

  There’s a large slate fireplace with a flat-screen television above it. Everything is modern with dark accents and clean lines. It’s orderly and nearly barren of any character at all. For some reason it makes me sad. His bedroom was like this, too.

  “There’s a farm stand down the street,” he says as he leads me through the hall without giving me a moment to look around. There are stairs to the right, next to the front door and a hallway that looks like a dead end. That’s where he took me. A smile spreads on my face as I remember.

  He opens the door and keeps my hand in his. I’m surprised to see that his home isn’t in the middle of nowhere. It’s just a normal house, in a homey cul-de-sac. There are two kids riding bikes to our right, and a third playing with chalk on the sidewalk. Anthony walks to the left and leads me past the houses to a busier street. The sounds of kids playing and a car passing me by seem odd, but comforting. Out in the cabin, I never had this. I like it. It’s different.

  It doesn’t fit with how I pictured Anthony would live though.

  “You look surprised, kitten,” he says without looking at me. He knew I’d be surprised. He does this often. He says things or asks questions when he already knows what my response will be. He thinks I haven’t caught on, but I have. He needs it though. And I’m happy to give it to him.

  “I am,” I answer honestly.

  “Monsters don’t live in the dark; they hide in plain sight.” His response makes my heart twist in my hollow chest.

  “You’re not a monster.” I spit out the words and look away. I can feel his eyes on me as we stand at the stop sign and a car drives through the intersection. He tugs my hand and we walk to the front of the development and to the right. I can see the stand ahead. It’s a shabby-looking shack that’s probably been there before the development was built.

  “I don’t understand.” I can’t help that the words fly out of my mouth.

  “What’s that?” Cars fly by us but the breeze still feels fresh against my skin.

  “Why do you think you’re a monster?” I ask him. Ever since he told me about his mother, I’ve thought he was broken, but never a monster. He’s just missing a piece of his heart. I ache to fill that hole for him.

  “Many people have died because of me, kitten. That makes me a monster in a normal person’s eyes.” I know he’s including his mother in that statement. And I hate that.

  I stay quiet as we walk closer to the empty stand. There’s an old man sitting behind a wooden counter in the shack. Baskets of produce are on the ground, but the flowers are on the counter.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks as he lifts a bouquet of purple and pink flowers to my nose. I inhale deeply and close my eyes.

  I shake my head at his question and take the flowers from him with a smile. I whisper close to him so the old man doesn’t hear, “I don’t think you’re a monster.” My fingers play with the tiny soft petals, but I’m careful not to break them.

  He looks down at me while he digs in his pocket for his wallet. “You did at one point, kitten; you were right about me then.”

  Anthony

  I’m so fucking tired. I haven’t slept in I don’t know how many hours. I drag my hand over my face. Fuck, that hit was brutal. It was a former Cassano who double-crossed Marcus. The Don, Marcus Cassano, wanted him to suffer, but I wasn’t prepared for that shit. It was a struggle to get him to say a damn word and when he did, it left me frozen with panic.

  “Cassanos are coming for you.” His dark eyes stare back at me as blood drips from his mouth. The bruises are already starting to show as he wobbles in the chair he’s chained down to. Even with all the pain we’ve inflicted, he laughs at me as I stare back with anger.

  He looked right at me and I knew why. Tommy smashed his fist into the dumb fucker’s face. Too hard and too fast though. That’s the only info we got from him.

  Tommy kept asking me what I thought he meant. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes as I lied to him, and told him I had no idea. They want her back. They want her dead. My time’s up.

  I push the door open to the house and then kick it shut. That didn’t go as planned.
My eyes fly to the backroom, to where the stairs are to the basement. If I’d die, she’d be in there alone for three days until the door would unlock and let her out. I need to change that shit. She wouldn’t be okay for that long. She’d be hurting and hungry. I decide on twenty-four hours, tops. And then all her doors are opening.

  I head to my bedroom and go right to the monitors so I can change that shit now. It’s done within two minutes and I find myself staring at her sleeping form on the bed. She’s got a book in her hands still. I squint at the screen, but I don’t recognize which one it is. That stack of books on her nightstand has been there for a week. I don’t remember what books I got her though. It’s rare that she’s got a paperback. She’s usually on her Kindle whenever I check on her. I’m glad she found something that I picked out for her. Well, she fell asleep, so maybe she didn’t like it all that much. A lazy smile kicks my lips up.

  She should be waking up soon and getting ready for me. Waiting for me. I don’t give a fuck that I’m worn out. I’m not making her wait. Not today. Not ever again if I can help it.

  I need to program something for her to let her know what the hell happened if those doors ever open because I never made it home. Or maybe leave a note each time I go. I don’t know what she’d do. Or what she’d think. I drag my hand down my face. I can’t deal with this shit right now. I’m tired as all hell.

  I drag my ass to the shower. I want to make this fast. I have one thing on my mind, and I need it as soon as fucking possible.

  All I care about right now is feeling Catherine cum on my dick. It’s all I want. I need to feel her body against mine and hear those sweet moans as I push her closer and closer to her release.

  I’m in and out of the shower and punching in the code before I know it. She’s sound asleep. Doesn’t wake up at all. She doesn’t hurry to get on her knees and in position like she’s supposed to. I walk over to the desk in her room and see on the clock that it's already past 9 a.m. The alarm’s supposed to go off at 8 a.m., if she set it. Which she didn’t.

  She finally had the courage to ask me to change the wake up time from 7 to 8. It’s one of the first things she asked me to change. And I was more than happy to do it. I think if she never set an alarm though, my kitten would sleep in all morning. She used to on the weekends when I watched her. But then she’d feel like shit when she woke up to all the work that piled up. I love how she told me that. I love how she’s starting to open up to me and really be her true self. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

  I sigh heavily with my eyes closed. I don’t fucking want to punish her. I don’t want to do this shit right now.

  I study her beautiful body on the bed. She’s still in her shirtdress from last night. I wonder if she ever even got out of bed after I left her. I bet I just wore her out and she wanted to relax.

  I make my way over to the bed and see a pad of paper on the other side of her that was hidden from the cameras. I take a quick look at her scribbles before tossing it onto the nightstand. It looks like my kitten is keeping a diary. I make a mental note to read that later.

  “Kitten,” I say loud enough that should wake, but not so loud that it should startle her. She rolls her head a bit, but she doesn’t wake up like I want her to.

  I kick off my pajama pants and crawl into bed with her. I fucking need her right now. I lay my body next to hers and pull her in close, loving her warmth and how she molds her body to mine in her sleep. I gently kiss her neck, hoping that will rouse her. I get a small satisfied moan and a rock of her hips, but nothing else.

  “Catherine.” My lips barely touch the shell of her ear as I speak just above a murmur. “Wake up for me, kitten.”

  Her eyes slowly open and seem to settle on my face. A faint smile crosses her face before her eyes shut and she settles her head into the crook of my arm. It makes my heart swell. It only takes a minute for her brain to catch up and her eyes pop open and her body stiffens slightly.

  I instantly take her lips with mine, wanting to ease her worry. Her lips are hard at first, caught by surprise, but soon they mold to mine and she leans into my touch. Her small hands press against my chest as my tongue slips into her hot mouth. My hands travel along her body. The feel of the fabric pisses me off. I need to feel her. I grip her dress in both hands, pushing her onto her back and ripping the dress open.

  She gasps and clenches her thighs as the buttons pop off and her gorgeous skin is exposed to me. Nothing separates us and that’s just how I want it.

  I kiss the underside of her breast, taking the other in my hand to feel her soft, supple skin. My tongue swirls along her nipple, leaving a wet trail in my path and then I blow lightly until it’s a hardened peak. I do the same to the other side and then pinch and pull them slightly. Her back bows and she moans in complete rapture. The sight of her and the sounds of her pleasure make my raging erection leak.

  My fingers dip into her heat and thank fuck, she’s already soaking wet. I could play for hours, but not right now. I need to be inside her.

  “Spread your legs for me, kitten.” She immediately obeys and I don’t waste a second as I thrust into her all the way to the hilt. Her eyes open wide and her mouth parts with a silent scream as I pound into her tight cunt.

  My fingers dig into her hips as I keep up my ruthless pace. She screams out her pleasure and claws at the sheets before fisting them and biting down on her lip. I usually start up nice and slow, but I need her. I need this. It’s so fucking sexy to watch her take this punishing fuck I’m giving her. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and her lips slowly part in ecstasy as she gets closer to her release. I don’t let up. I need more of those noises coming from her lips. I need her eyes to squeeze shut with the intensity of her pleasure.

  I’m hitting her cervix every time, but I still don’t feel deep enough. I want more. I turn her onto her hip and straddle her leg, bringing the other up to rest on my shoulder. I fuck her hot pussy and there’s nothing stopping me from pounding into her farther and deeper than I ever have before. She thrashes on the bed and tries to move away, but I push down on her hip, forcing her into the mattress and making her take every brutal thrust. Her pussy spasms around me and I lose it. I stay deep inside her until her pussy’s filled.

  It was a quick fuck, but I needed to feel her. I needed to be deep inside her.

  She falls to the bed limp, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Her body rolls slowly onto her side and those sweet lips part as she winces and brings her knees up. For a second I’m worried I hurt her, but then she gives me a sated look with a soft smile.

  I still have to ask. I push the hair out of her face and cup her jaw. “You alright, kitten?”

  She nods her head slightly in my hand, “Yes, Anthony.” She responds like she should, but then adds, “I am.” A blush makes her flushed cheeks even redder. “Better than alright.”

  “I was worried I hurt you.” I want to make sure I didn’t. I search her eyes for the truth to make sure she’s not just giving me the answer that she thinks I want to hear. And they shine back with sincerity.

  “I like it when you fuck me like that,” she says with a shy smile. I always knew it turned her on, but hearing it makes it different.

  I’m fucking exhausted, but I can’t sleep here. I need my own bed. I want her companionship though. I don’t want to go to sleep alone.

  I wrap my arms around her and carry her to my room. Cum drips onto my hip and leg, but I don’t care. I kiss her hair as she snuggles into me. I’m so fucking grateful I have her. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

  Anthony

  Catherine pulls away from me slightly as we make our way up the walkway. “Are you sure?” she asks. No. I’m not sure. I’m taking her to dinner at my aunt’s house, but Vince has no clue. He just needs to see her. He needs to know what she means to me so he can understand. I know she’ll be good for me.

  “No one has any idea about how we got together, and what we do behind closed doors. That’s our business. Ju
st be yourself, and everything will be fine,” I tell her with so much confidence in my voice that even I start to believe it. I take a deep breath and open the door. If they’ve accepted me, they should sure as fuck accept her.

  When I open the door, I can hardly fucking breathe. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never asked for acceptance. Maybe because I never wanted it. Maybe because I never thought I could have it. But now I need it.

  The guys look over at me and do a double take. Tommy looks shocked at first, and it guts me. He's quick to replace the shock with a wide smile. He's the first to get up and greet us as we make our way to the dining room.

  “You brought a friend?” he asks with his eyebrows raised. I look past him at Vince and answer as Tommy pats my back. “Yeah,” I say as I bring her close to me. “Meet my girl, Catherine.”

  My sweet kitten blushes a beautiful shade of red and holds her hand out for Tommy. He chuckles but accepts it, which is a good thing. He doesn’t need to have his paws all over her.

  I expect a lot of things when I walk in, but I don’t expect the cheers from the women and Aunt Linda rushing over to greet Catherine.

  It’s obvious that she didn’t expect that either. She holds onto my hand for dear fucking life. The sounds of the kids playing and the men laughing fills the room. But all I can see is Vince, staring at me like I’ve betrayed him. And maybe I have, but I had to do this. He needs to know she’s not going anywhere.

  Vince just needs to understand. What happened wasn't her fault. That fucking prick hit her. She had to leave. He can’t expect that she wouldn’t have done otherwise. She’s strong for what she did.

  I’m not going to let him take her. He’ll listen and he’ll understand. My confidence sways, but I ignore it. She’s mine.

  I stand from my chair in the dining room. Vince is alone in the kitchen. The women are in the den and the men are all in here. Now’s my chance to talk to him. I push the chair back, pick up my dishes, and go to him. I need him to hear me out. The tension’s been thick between us all night. I just need him to understand. Now that he’s seen her, he has to know what she means to me.