by Renee Strong
“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere, you big sexy mobster, and I meant that.”
“Good,” I said and took her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed it. “And to prove that I mean it, I’m going to put a rock on those fingers tomorrow.”
It took a moment for her to digest what I had just said. When she did, her face lit up. She was the picture of an angel, a true one.
And this city would be hers. We would rule it together. King and queen of Angel City.
Lexi turned to me and gave me an impish grin.
“Pull over,” I told Dominic. “I don’t care where. Just find a quiet spot and pull in. I don’t think I can bear to wait until we get home.”
Home felt like such a strange word to use, but I supposed, if he wanted me to be his wife, wherever Dominic and I were together would forever be home.
The thought of being his wife sent a rush of blood to my head, so that I felt woozy and slightly hysterical.
My whole body throbbed with a cocktail of emotion and desires: lust for Dominic, and for the feeling of him inside me once more, but I was also still riding that wave of power that had washed over me earlier today.
My nerves still sang with the thrill of what had gone down in that café. I had a taste of Dominic’s life and I was sold. This was where I needed to be—and I would fight to keep my place in his world.
He steered the car onto the side of the road, his eyes flashing with a red-hot desire that made me impatient to even wait until the car was in park.
As soon as we had stopped, I pulled off my seatbelt and leaned into him, pulling him into a long, searching kiss. He tasted sweet and hot, like some candy I couldn’t get enough of, his lips soft and yielding to mine.
I had never felt a yearning like this—a yearning for Dominic, to be a DeLucca, and to live the mafia life with him. It came from deep within my soul and had been growing since the first night I met him. What started as a quiet whispering within had grown to a loud roar within me.
It wasn’t even like an emotional yearning—I had this physical need to feel him plunge within me. Part of my arousal was him; but part of it was the life that he offered, that thrill of danger that we’d just driven away from.
He pulled from the kiss for a second, breathlessly, to reach down to the lever under his car seat, and pushed his seat back. Wordlessly, I climbed on top of his lap, lifting my skirt so that I could straddle him and a moan caught in his throat.
The streetlights outside lit up each majestic line of his face, the squareness of his jaw, his intense eyes that were willing me to go further. To our right, on the highway, cars zoomed past. I realized that anyone looking into the car could see us—and that made me hornier for him.
Being with Dominic had unlocked a wilder side of me that I never knew existed. Now that I knew it did, I wasn’t about to cage it again.
In a couple of deft movements, his belt was unbuckled and his cock bared. I took a grip of the back of the seat to lift myself onto it, hitched my panties to one side, and he pushed inside of me, easily. I was so wet with desire that he entered easily. I got to work moving in rhythm, using the headrest to steady myself, and he buried his face into my chest.
“Jesus Christ, Lexi,” he said. “I can’t believe I ever considered not doing this again.”
I stopped grinding a second to take his face in my hands and to kiss him deeply once more. When I broke the kiss, he looked at me, his handsome features doused in sadness.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his breath still ragged from desire. “I just wanted to protect you.” He took a deep, calming breath. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said, my heart hurting for his pain and regret. But I wasn’t willing to stop now. My body wouldn’t let me. It was screaming for me to keep going. “Later, we can talk about it. But for now, you can make it up to me by making me cum.”
He grinned. “That I can do, Lexi.” He grabbed a tight hold of my ass. “Let’s see how quickly I can get you to cum so hard your knees go weak.”
With one hand still clutching my ass, his fingers digging oh so painfully but wonderfully into my flesh, he started to pump me up and down.
With the other hand, he reached into my panties and played with my clit. At the first touch of his fingers against my sex, I thought I would explode right there and then. As I bounced up and down on his rock hardness, I pressed my body closer to his so his fingers rubbed harder.
“We’re going to own this city,” he said to me and the thought of it made me move faster and grind harder. I could picture us at that second, the king and queen of the DeLucca mob. The thought made me breathless and dizzy and exhilarated.
And then, in panting words, his head on my neck, buried into my hair, he said “You’re incredible. And soon you’ll be Mrs. Lexi DeLucca.”
I came hard and fast, my pussy twitching and contracting around his dick, and he came moments later.
“I can’t fucking wait,” I said to him as we lay spent against each other.
And that’s how I became the queen of the DeLucca mob.
Epilogue
Lexi
There was a running tally of people who had pissed me off who no one had seen since.
Marc Anthony, the rat, hadn’t been seen in Angel City in a long time. A day or two after I met with Vlad, Bobby had told me and Dominic that the situation had been dealt with. I didn’t ask too many questions. I didn’t need to. I got the picture.
He wasn’t the only one who had disappeared quickly—though his fate was probably worse than his co-conspirators.
Vlad’s son had been put on a plane to Moscow not five hours after I had met Vlad in the café. He’d told his father that it had been all Marc Anthony and Serge’s idea—that they had decided to make a power play. The plan, Bobby told me after he had dealt with Marc Anthony, was to run an Italian-Russian coalition mob, with Jules, Serge, and Marc Anthony at the top.
I had to admire the raw stones of it. All of them—Serge, Marc Antony, and Yulian—were little bit players. They were ambitious enough to believe that they could take over the running of things. It was naive, for sure, and more than a little stupid, but I recognized that raw ambition. Since I’d met Dominic, it had taken me far—figuratively at least.
Literally, I was back in the same place where I had started. I was back behind the bar of the G-String.
Mike hadn’t been seen either since his “meeting” with Vince and Dom. I had Dominic’s word that no foul play had happened to him—at least nothing after he had had his ass beat. It seemed finally that some sense had been beaten into him.
He’d disappeared that day—knowing Mike, he had run to some dive bar on the other side of the country. The venue might be different but Mike would always be the same. A lush but apparently one with enough foresight to realize that if he ever came back to town, he was a dead man.
Before he left though, he had given Dominic a piece of paper: the deed to the bar. And, as a reward for my handling of the Vlad/Yulian situation, it had been signed over to me.
Now, I held court in the G-String. I had always called it “my bar”. Now, the name on the deed reflected that.
It had come in handy. Dominic and Bobby were able to move their meetings out of their mom’s house. Dominic had never been comfortable exposing her to criminal behavior like that. Since I’d taken to the criminal life like a pissed-off duck with a grudge to water, he had no compunction hosting their meetings in the G-String’s back room.
He saw me as his partner now. The shining diamond on my finger was testament to that. I insisted that business in the front of that bar was to go on as usual. The regulars were still to be treated with respect and never be exposed to what was going on in the back room.
In my life, some things had changed. I split my time living in Dominic’s condo in the city and the weekend home when we felt like mixing things up. We had christened every room in both those not-so-humble abodes.
But I still visited my mom three
times a week. I didn’t have to take two buses to see here now. Dominic had paid for her to be admitted into Saint Angelo’s, a private hospital on the upper east side. I could go see her any time I liked.
My mom likes Dominic. She keeps saying he’s handsome. On my visit to show her my ring, she’d exclaimed in shock that she never thought anyone would make an honest woman of me.
I had a good laugh at that. If only she knew.
But she’s happier not knowing the truth. I know she might worry, if she knew that I was nightly sexing one of the highest ranking members of the mob, even though there’s nothing for her to worry about. I can take care of myself…and when I can’t, Dominic will be there to protect me.
I visited her yesterday and she had something else on her mind.
“When are you going to stop working, Lexi?” she asked. She turned to Dominic. “You won’t let her keep working in her condition, will you?”
He gave her a cheeky wink. “Have you ever tried telling your daughter what to do, Miriam?”
She gave a snort, her cheeks flushing pinker than they had in months. In the new hospital, she was looking healthier and stronger every day.
“Point taken, Dominic.” She narrowed her brows at me. “But you’re working on hiring a replacement, right?”
I pulled up her blanket where it had slipped off her skin and folded the lip of it down to keep her comfortable.
“I have, Mom. Her name’s Kelly. She starts Tuesday. But I’m working up until I’m eight months. I’ve already decided.”
She took a good look at my massive bump and shook her head in wonderment.
“I can’t believe you’re not eight months already. Only twenty-four weeks?” I nodded to confirm the number and she looked at Dominic.
“Are there twins in your family, Dominic?”
His eyes went wide.
“There are.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Do you suppose it could be twins, Lexi?”
“You’ve seen the scan pictures. Looks like just the one DeLucca baby in there.”
My mom shuffled up in the bed and put a hand to her cheek, her mouth open as she thought.
“You know, I just saw this show the other day where a woman had all the scans and thought she was having one. Turns out the other baby was just hiding behind his brother.”
Dominic stroked my hair. It was something he liked to do when we were somewhere private. In front of Vince, Bobby, Tommy, or any of the other guys, he kept things more subtle. I knew that line was important not to cross in front of them; they had to respect him. And to respect me. Though I had earned their respect with my actions, Dominic kept our most intimate moments private from them.
In the evenings, after I had locked up the G-String and the new bartenders I had hired went home, he liked to plug in his guitar and play it to me and to the bump. He talked to the baby in bed, his head on my stomach. Now, his face lit up in excitement at the idea that he was unknowingly talking to two babies all this time.
“What do you think, Lexi? Are we about to add two more to the family?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. Anything’s possible. Would that scare you? To be having twins.”
His shook his head, his eyes twinkling with emotion.
“Whatever happens, I know you and me will get through it together. Even if there are triplets in there.”
I put my hands over my belly.
“Let’s not go crazy here.”
With a small laugh, Dominic kissed me and the room faded away. With that man around to kiss and hold me, I could do anything.
END.
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About the Author
Hi, world! My name is Renee Strong and I’m a 30-something-year-old woman who lives in the countryside with her long-time boyfriend and two crazy mutts.
I write romance fiction about the kind of bad boys who can make your heart beat just that little bit faster.
My bad boys aren’t the “treat them mean, keep them keen” type. They may be tough on the outside and scary to the outside world—but they know how to treat their ladies. (And the ladies in their lives ain’t shrinking violets either. They know what they want and they get the respect they deserve. These are the women who can keep a bad boy on his toes.)
My bad boys would fight or even die for the woman who’s their soulmate…but they’re much happier to show their appreciation of her between the sheets.
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