Tension : A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Rose Cody

  “Olivia…” Vincent whispers, reaching up to wipe away her tears with his thumb.

  She sniffs, her eyes welling even further as she hesitates before stepping backwards out of the doorway to let him inside.

  “We have to talk, Olivia…” He says, walking into her foyer as she closes the door and turns the deadbolt. “I can’t just leave last night like it was…”

  She bursts, her bravery waving as she lets out a sob when she sees the fat gunman walk into the foyer with them.

  “I’m so sorry.” She whispers. “I’m so, so sorry…”

  Vincent takes a heavy breath, his eyebrows furrowing as he turns his head toward the intruder.

  “Tabone.” He says, lifting his head up coyly as he turns his shoulders towards him.

  “Time to get this deal done, Vincent Condello.” He says deeply as he lifts his gun toward him. “I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.”

  Chapter 21

  Vincent lifts his hands into the air, narrowing his eyes as he clenches his jaw before shaking his head.

  “Joe Tabone.” Vincent says. “What are you doing here, Joe?”

  The fat man shakes his gun in the air, his face reddening as his panic grows.

  “Everybody get into the living room!” He shouts, quickly walking over to them, pointing the gun to their backs as he pushes them forward. “Or else I kill your little girlfriend over here!”

  “This? This is your plan?” Vincent says, chuckling as they walk into the living room. “If you think a hostage situation is going to get you a slice of my pie, you’re mistaken.”

  “I bet you’d do a lot to save this pretty girl, though, wouldn’t you Mr. Condello?” Joe says, dragging the barrel of the gun across Olivia’s cheek. “You wouldn’t want to see anything happen to her, right?”

  Vincent bites his bottom lip, his eyes darkening before he breathes out a heavy chuckle.

  “Her?” He says, his eyes gazing toward Olivia. “I don’t care about what happens to her. I came here to fire her for not coming into work this morning.”

  “I’ve seen you two together!” The fat man wails as he pushes Olivia to the ground.

  She crumples, covering her mouth to quiet her sobs as she looks towards Vincent.

  His chest heaves as he fights the urge to run over to her.

  “Here, I can prove it.” He says, slowly lowering his hand and reaching into his jacket pocket before gingerly pulling out the contract. “Her contract. You’ve kidnapped my cleaning lady. And not even one of the good ones, but the one I was here to fire…”

  “Let me see that!” Joe says, lunging towards Vincent to grab the contract.

  “Sure.” Vincent says coyly, tossing the document to the ground beside the fat man’s feet.

  He watches as the papers flutter to the ground before he grunts in frustration as he bends over to pick them up

  “Yeah, see, right there.” Vincent says, wasting no time before quickly and swiftly kicking the tip of his polished shoe into the man’s shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

  Vincent drops to the ground, straddling the man and pinning him as he tries to roll over onto his back. He grits his teeth as he struggles to pull the gun out of Joe’s fingers before turning it on him and pressing the barrel firmly into the side of his temple.

  “So you wanna be a gangster, huh?” Vincent screams, only inches from his face, spraying him with spit. “You want to play with the big boys, do ya?”

  Vincent groans in frustration as Joe lays under him shaking his head as he lifts his hand up high into the air before striking it down against the bridge of that fat man’s nose.

  “ANSWER ME!” Vincent screams, shoving the gun into Joes temple hard, knocking his head around.

  “Look, look!” Joes starts, his voice quivering as he speaks. “I made a mistake, I made a mistake! I’m obviously in over my head! I don’t know what I was thinking!”

  “You think you could handle even a fraction of what I do?” Vincent asks, his voice breaking as he squeezes the guy’s neck. “And you want me to pay you for your tiny little area that you obviously can’t even handle?!”

  “No sir, no sir!” Joe cries, shaking his head. “Please, please, you’ll never see me again, I swear!”

  “You better believe I’ll never see you again…” Vincent says, sliding the barrel of the gun across the man’s face to the center of his forehead. “I will never see you again, do you understand me?” He says, leaning down to whisper into the man’s ear.

  Vincent sits up, pulling the gun away from the man’s face before pulling the hammer and cocking the gun.

  “No! Vincent, no!” Olivia screams, closing her eyes as she watches him press the gun against the man’s hand.

  “Never, do you hear me?!” Vincent says before pulling the trigger.

  Olivia screams, the gunshot momentarily deafening her as she squeezes her eyes, before the ringing in her ears turns into the blood curdling screams of the man Vincent just shot, sending a shiver down her spine.

  She opens her eyes, the room spinning around her as she watches Vincent get up off of the man as blood pools around them. He empties the remaining bullets from the gun and drops them into his pocket before tossing it at the man as he rolls over onto his knees, nursing his torn apart hand against his chest.

  He walks around the pooled blood, squatting down to kneel in front of Joe before grabbing the screaming man by the chin and pulling it up.

  “I think we’ve reached our understanding, don’t you?” Vincent says to him, before pushing him back over.

  He stands up, kicking him in the side before walking over to the front door and opening it.

  “Get. Out.” He says forcefully as they watch the man scramble to his feet before running out the door, leaving his gun to soak in the pool of blood on Olivia’s hardwood floors.

  Chapter 22

  Vincent walks over to Olivia and drops to his knees beside her before wrapping his arms around her and brushing his trembling fingers through her hair as he lets out a shaking breath.

  She sobs, unable to hold back her tears any longer as she buries her face into his shoulder, the smell of his must calming her before she pushes him away.

  “Get away from me!” She screams. “You shot someone in my house! Get away!”

  “Olivia, I did what I had to do.” He whispers to her, glancing back behind him at the pool of crimson before reaching out for her again.

  She stands up, pushing him away once more.

  “You came here to fire me!” She sobs, pointing towards the loose pile of papers on the floor. “None of this would have ever happened if you just left me alone in the first place!”

  “Olivia, please!” He begs, pulling her back down onto his lap. “Not at all, please, just listen to me.”

  She cries, leaning back into him as she squeezes her eyes shut.

  “You brought it with you and everything.” She whispers.

  “To rip up.” He says, his voice cracking. “To rip up, Olivia. I don’t want a contract anymore.”

  She looks up at him, her tears magnifying her blue eyes as she listens to him speak.

  “I’m a bad guy, Olivia. I get it… I mean, look at what I fucking just did…” He says, burying his nose into her hair. “But I don’t want a disgusting contract like this with you.”

  “So then what do you want?” She asks, spiting back at him angrily, her body too exhausted to pull away.

  “I want you.” He whispers to her.

  “What do you want from me?” She whispers back.

  “Just you.” He says, cradling her. “No contract. No obligation… just you… just us…”

  He grabs her hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand as he speaks.

  “Please, Olivia.” He says, hanging his head as he sighs out. “I can’t promise you I am going to magically be a good person, in fact, I know I’m not going to be.” He whispers embarrassedly. “But from the moment I first saw you, I knew
I needed you… from the very first second, and I’m not going to let you go.”

  Olivia reaches up to Vincent’s face before slowly brushing her hand against his cheek to wipe away his falling tears before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her.

  “I know there’s nothing I can ever do for you that will make up for this…” He starts.

  Olivia smiles, hiccupping out a small chuckle as she sniffs.

  “Well, you can start by making us some breakfast.” She whispers. “I hear you’re pretty good at that.”

  Chapter 23

  Olivia huffs, wiping her hand against her forehead as she stands back, resting her hands on her hips to look over her job well done.

  “Finally!” She gasps. “Every last frame in this place has been dusted!”

  “You know…” Vincent says, walking up behind her before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his palm gently against her round, protruding belly. “You don’t have to do this.”

  She laughs, leaning back into him as he kisses her neck.

  “Well, it’s got to be done and I’m the only one around here who seems to do any of it.” She says back to him, placing her hand on top of his.

  “I could always just hire someone else to clean around here.” Vincent whispers into her ear.

  She turns around, raising her eyebrow at him as he wraps his arms around her shoulders and presses their foreheads together.

  “I don’t think so.” She says sternly. “You can’t get that past me, Mr. I know exactly the kinds of things you like to do to the girls you hire for chores.”

  He blushes, chuckling as he brushes his nose against her cheek.

  “Speaking of…” He whispers to her. “I think there’s something you haven’t taken care of in a little while that’s in desperate need of a little…dusting…”

  She laughs, resting her head on his shoulder as she rests her hand on his hip.

  “Heaven forbid you give your heavily pregnant wife a few days off from that.” She smiles, her face flushing as she slowly drags her hand over to the front of his suit pants before sinking her fingers down the waist. “I’m sure that’s been really hard on you…”

  “It has.” He whispers, moaning gently as he feels Olivia slowly press her fingers up and down his shaft.

  “Well, then I better take care of it.” She whispers to him, pulling her hand out of the waist of his pants before unbuttoning and unzipping them.

  She pushes them down, along with his boxers before wrapping her fingers around his shaft and slowly working it, rubbing up and down as he stiffens.

  “Oh…” He moans, cupping her chin as he places a soft kiss against her lips.

  He walks her over to his desk, placing her hands on top of it and leaning her slightly forward as he sinks down to his knees behind her.

  He lifts her skirt up, pushing it up around her waist before hooking his fingers into the waist of her panties and pulling them down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor.

  She giggles, stepping out of them and kicking them away as she feels Vincent’s fingers slide up her thighs and brush over her puffy, dangling lips.

  She spreads her legs slightly apart and leans down onto the desk on her elbows as she feels him sink his finger into her, coaxing out her soaking wet slick before he adds another.

  “You’ve been so soaking wet lately.” He whispers to her as he kisses the back of her thigh. “God, I love your sweet, wet pussy.”

  She gasps before letting the remainder of her breath out shakily as she feels her husband’s hot tongue press against her lips as he pumps his fingers back and forth before pulling the digits out of her and filling the gap with his tongue.

  Olivia moans out as she feels him thread his tongue between her lips, sliding it up to her clit as he spreads her cheeks apart.

  He stands up from his knees, dragging his hands up her thighs before wrapping his fingers around his stiff cock and pumping up and down the shaft a few times.

  Olivia closes her eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips as she feels him place the head of his cock at her entrance. He slides it back and forth between her sweet lips a few times before slowly sinking into her deeply.

  “Mmmm.” She moans as she feels him slide himself out of her before quickly sinking back in.

  Vincent leans against her back, wrapping his arms around her to hold onto her belly as he slowly works his cock back and forth before sinking one of his hands down between her legs.

  She moans out as she feels him rub the tip of his finger against her pearl, causing the heat to build deep inside of her as he bucks his hips, pulling his cock in and out of her.

  She reaches to her belly to hold her hand against his as she feels the wave of pleasure reach her, sending a shiver up her spine as her walls grip him over and over in a spasm.

  Olivia gasps as she feels him thrust quicker, his manhood swelling inside of her as an orgasm overtakes him as well, his cock twitching as he spills his seed.

  She moans, whimpering as she feels him pull away from her as he walks over to his desk to grab them a box of tissues to clean up with.

  “Olivia…” He says, kneeling down beside her before kissing her hip. “Olivia… I love you.”

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  (Bad Boy Mafia Pregnancy Romance)

  First edition. May, 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 Rose Cody

  Written By Rose Cody

  Chapter 1

  Johnny

  I guess being a gangster was just always fated to me.

  My pops, God rest his soul, was a hitman for the Ambrosini crime family. Always got the job done right. Couldn’t be prouder to call him “dad”.

  I didn’t know it at the time, of course, I was just a little boy, but all I knew was that he was well respected. And I wanted that.

  Luckily for me, when your dad plays with the big boys, there will always be an in for you. And there was. I was doing low level runs before I was even eighteen years old. And from there I worked my way up. It was slow. It was brutal. But now, nine years later I’m a full-fledged member of the Ambrosini crime family, too. A made man.

  Dad died seven years ago, and by “died” I mean he was hit out, which of course is a sad thing, but a gangster knows it’s how he’s going out from the beginning, and to be quite honest with you, I’m always kind of surprised it took them so long to get him.

  But my mom, boy, she was devastated. She knew what dad did. Of course she knew. How can you hide another man’s blood from the woman who washes your clothes? But I think she always ignored the reality of it.

  I can understand that, though. No one wants to think “oh, my husband’s a murderer and he probably got exactly what he deserved”. You see it all the time on TV, too; mother’s on the news trying to tell the world their kid is really a good kid after they shoot up a shopping mall. It’s sad but it’s the human condition.

  I thought I was going to lose her, too, after that one. Thought she was going to die from a broken heart.

  But she’s getting better, thanks in part to my beautiful baby sister having a beautiful baby girl of her own.

  Princess may only be five months old, but she’s already breathed years of life back into my mother’s heart.

  And mine, too. If you can imagine something like that!

  I spend a lot of my teenage years being jealous of all the pussy
I saw the big hitters get. Girl after girl, night after night. You didn’t like a bitch? Toss her ass out! It didn’t matter. How great would that be to tell some whore to suck you off and then watch them get to their knees. That’s power right there.

  And it is great. You have no idea.

  But my little niece, man, for the first time in my entire life I catch myself rethinking things because of her. She’s uncle Johnny’s girl, no doubt. I would do anything for her. She makes me want more out of life.