Ruin Her

by Sam Crescent

  She peered up at him. “I’m your girlfriend?”

  He chuckled, leaning down and putting his hands on her arms. “Yes, you’re my girlfriend. I come home every night for you. I never used to, you know.”

  “I bet you said that to all of the other women.”

  “Nope, I told all of the other women to fuck off once I was done.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “I did.” He kissed her lips. It was a light touch, sweet almost. She knew how dirty he could get with it. “In fact, they didn’t even get a second turn. I’m very territorial of my cock. You should consider yourself special.”

  “I should?”

  “Yeah, and you know what my cock and I would like from my girlfriend?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “For you to get on your knees and suck it. You know I’ll eat out your pussy afterward, but I want to feel you swallow all of my cum and to know you’re the only woman getting it.”

  “That shouldn’t sound hot.”

  “But it does, doesn’t it?” he said. “You want to put your mouth around my dick and suck it hard. I know you want to.”

  “I will but only because you’re going to eat out my pussy.”

  Antonio didn’t get off her though. He moved up her body. “Open wide,” he said.

  His cock was poised at her lips, waiting for her to suck it. Flicking her tongue out, she licked the head where a lot of pre-cum had already started to leak.

  With her mouth open, he took advantage, sliding his cock between her lips. When he hit the back of her throat, she almost gagged on the length. He pulled back.

  “You can go deeper. I know you can. You want to suck on my dick.”

  She took more of him, and this time, she tried to relax. The moment she started to gag, he pulled back, giving her time to get accustomed to the feel of his cock near her throat.

  Staring up the length of his body, she felt his gaze on her, intense, glaring almost, like he wanted to order her, to command her, and she couldn’t help but fall for him. She wanted this more than anything. Seeing him let go and coming apart because of her mouth was a heady experience. She didn’t want to stop but to keep on feeling him as he filled her mouth.

  “Yeah, you know what I like to feel, don’t you, baby? You know how much I love that mouth wrapped around my dick. Fuck, you’re so pretty. I knew your lips would look so fucking hot.”

  She couldn’t resist his words and reached down to touch herself, her fingers stroking over her clit.

  “Fuck, get ready for it. I’m so close.”

  She watched him as he came, filling her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow every single drop.

  Afterward, Antonio didn’t curl up and go to sleep. He moved straight down between her thighs, slapped her hand out of the way, and pressed his mouth against her pussy, making her moan as he licked and sucked at her pussy and clit. Over and around her little nub before down he went, fucking inside her.

  He was a machine, a beast, and as she came, she did so screaming his name, not wanting anything to end, certainly not her time with him.

  ****

  “You do know all civilian members have to be brought in, especially girlfriends,” Raphael said.

  Antonio looked up from the file he was perusing. An officer was making waves. He had a wife who had cancer, which meant he had a weak spot. The kind of evidence Romeo Giavanni wanted hidden was exactly what this cop, Steven Hayes, could get rid of. There was certainly a way he could make this work. Beating this guy up wouldn’t solve anything. Well, it would, but it wouldn’t in the long term, which was why he was working with Raphael again, to come to a compromise.

  Romeo Giavanni was happy to spill blood on his city streets, so long as it was the right kind of blood and only on his orders. This cop could be a long-time investment, so killing him was out of the question, which fucking sucked because Antonio really wanted to kill someone or something. Mainly, the man in front of him, his friend. He knew Raphael was only his friend as far as the Family loyalty deemed.

  Keeping Ellie on the side and away from the truth of who he was, it was a risk. A risk he’d never usually go for, but he hadn’t wanted to break things off with her.

  Other women had lost their appeal to him within hours of being in his bed. He would have his fun, kick them out, and move on to the next woman. There were a lot of willing females to pick from, but that was the problem. They were all willing. Ellie was willing, but she was also different. She didn’t know their world.

  Some of the women he’d been with loved the danger, lived for it. Craved it more than air.

  “You can ignore me all you want. It’s only out of respect for our friendship that I’m voicing my concerns.”

  This made him look up.

  “Respect for our friendship?”

  “You know I should’ve brought this in front of Romeo weeks ago. The moment you bought her an apartment. All it takes is a cop, Antonio. Someone to know she’s your weak spot. We have a lot of enemies.”

  “Those enemies are in their graves. They will not dare to touch her,” he said.

  Raphael laughed. “Well, I’ll be damned. You love her.”

  “I don’t love anything.”

  “Fine. You want to get picky and technical. You care about her. She means something to you. Don’t even pretend to deny it. You don’t want anything to happen to her. Your decisions are blinded by your absolute faith that you can protect her.”

  He slammed the file closed and glared at the man. “I can protect her. I’ve been doing it for a long time. Believe me.”

  “A long time. You’ve known her what, three months?”

  “Long enough to know that she will never be a liability, nor will anyone ever know who she is.”

  “I know who she is. I know where she works. I can sneak into your apartment, rape and kill her, all the while giving you something to do here.”

  He grabbed Raphael around the throat, slamming him against the wall. “Do not fucking test me on this, Raphael. I will end you and I will do so with a smile.”

  “Kill the only living son of Romeo Giavanni? Go ahead, Antonio. I don’t mind. In fact, I’d gladly take death right now. Kill me. End my sorry existence. I’ll watch from hell as you’re hunted down. You think you can protect her, but you can’t. Not from the Giavanni. Come clean, Antonio. Bring her into the fold or you will be the one regretting it as you stand over her box.” Raphael stepped away from him. “Fucking pussy.” He bent down and grabbed the file.

  “Have you ever had someone in your life who made you forget who you were? Who looked at you with so much … joy, that you really thought you were someone else?” he asked.

  “The enforcer is asking me if I’m pussy-whipped?” Raphael asked.

  “I want to know.” He turned to look at his friend. “You claim to be my friend. I know you would only piss me off and want me to kill you like a friend would, well, give it to me straight.”

  Raphael sighed. “I’ve never had anyone look at me like I’m … someone special. There is a woman, she’s out of my league. I’m too high above her to lay any kind of claim on her.” He gritted his teeth. “But I watch her. I see other men watch her. She doesn’t give anyone the time of day.”

  He shook his head. “No more of this. We need the funds, the evidence, and him on our payroll today. We’re already losing too much money by closing up the brothels. We’ve got a lot of high clients who want access to expensive pussy.” He slammed the file closed.

  Antonio watched his friend go, seeing the real, raw pain of a man who couldn’t have what he wanted.

  He didn’t know the woman Raphael spoke about, but he sensed from his observation that she was close to home. After glancing around the office, he pulled out some money and handed it to the man who’d led them inside the secure room with all the police files.

  He joined Raphael in the car.

  It was rare for him to do much in the way of work with a capo but with how del
icate this was, it needed to be done.

  “What’s your girl’s name?” Antonio asked.

  “She doesn’t have a name, Antonio. Don’t think to use her against me either.”

  If the girl didn’t have a name, it only meant one thing. She wasn’t born with one, and to the outside world, didn’t exist. She was a slave to the Giavanni crew.

  He ran a hand down his face.

  If Raphael was falling for a slave girl and his father found out, there would be murder. The women and some of the soldiers were born from slave women. They kept them in the brothels as maids and servants and used them as they saw fit. They had no voice and were just laborers. Free labor.

  Shaking his head, he didn’t want to think about Raphael and his current fucked-up situation. “Does your father know?” he asked.

  “No, and he will never find out. When he feels it’s the right match, I will be betrothed. My bride will be the one for me.” Raphael glanced at him. “If I was you, I’d use every single opportunity to keep your woman close. Don’t lose her, Antonio, because you like how she looks around you. How she doesn’t know your truth. You’re living a lie. One that if you’re not careful will bite you in the ass. Believe me, you don’t want that.”

  They pulled up outside of the hospital. The cop in question was waiting for his wife. They spotted him taking a call outside the building. He didn’t look so put together, unlike the last time they spoke to him.

  Raphael climbed out of the car and Antonio followed suit. The cop in question, Steven Hayes, looked up and laughed. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got to deal with someone.” He hung up. “Want to screw me some more, is that it?”

  “I’m guessing something has gone array with your medical insurance,” Antonio said. “They won’t pay for all of your wife’s needs?”

  “I’ll figure something out.”

  “Come and talk to us,” Raphael said.

  “I’m not getting in a car with you. You think I don’t know how this works?”

  “Then come and talk to us and you can decide how this goes.” Raphael didn’t listen to the man telling him no and marched him down to the car, where they sat. Antonio sat in the back, one hand already on his gun.

  “Your wife needs her chemo and everything to kick cancer’s ass, so we’re going to offer you a deal.”

  Antonio let Raphael lead. Out of the two of them, Raphael had the most power, the higher rank. He was merely the guy who sent a message. He hurt people to keep them at bay. He thought about Ellie. What would she think of who he really was?

  This wasn’t the time or the place to be having second thoughts.

  This thing with Ellie was only supposed to be temporary. He didn’t expect to enjoy going home to her. When he had a really bad day at the office, he always burned his clothes and washed before going back to her. To just have a couple of minutes with her in his arms, it was a fucking dream come true.

  He knew Raphael was right. He was on borrowed time the longer he kept her away from the life. There would come a time when he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

  Chapter Seven

  The house, no, the mansion was out of this world. Ellie struggled with her curiosity and her professional side as she looked at the beauty of the house she was about to serve in. It was rare for the restaurant to even offer these kinds of events, where they served dinner, but it was supposed to be such a big affair.

  Giavanni was a well-to-do name, at least it was the one she’d heard people whispering about.

  She wasn’t even supposed to be working. Antonio had called to cancel their date. They were supposed to go out dancing. He said something at work was keeping him and he would make it up to her on their next date.

  Then she’d gotten a call from her boss. One of their waiters had stepped down, and he was wondering if she could fill in. Rather than stay in and think about missing Antonio, she decided to work.

  She wasn’t dependent on her man being home for her to have a life. She and Antonio were close, closer than she had thought was possible. Even now, thinking of them as actually dating, putting a label on their relationship, it was amazing.

  “I wouldn’t look so happy,” Louise, one of the servers said.

  “I’m sorry. I’m in a new relationship.” She hadn’t gotten close to any of her colleagues. When they were working, there was no time for small talk.

  “Well, you know what the Giavannis are all about. You need to keep your head bowed, focus on not fucking up when serving, and don’t draw attention to yourself. This isn’t my first time here, and believe me, if it wasn’t for the extra money, I wouldn’t do this.” Louise was a single mother.

  “I don’t really understand. Is it because the Giavannis have a well-to-do name?”

  One of the women snorted.

  Louise looked at her like she had grown multiple heads. “Where do you live? I know you’ve worked in this city for a lot of years. How do you not know?”

  “I don’t know what?” she asked.

  “The Giavannis are mafia, Ellie. They own this city. The cops, all of it. No one can open up a business here without having to talk to the capo or the main boss. If you’re lucky, that is. People who step out against them often end up dead. They’re dangerous. I’m surprised you agreed to work tonight.”

  “Wait, the mafia isn’t a real thing. I mean, come on, seriously. That’s all the movies, isn’t it?” She knew she sounded naïve, and now the waitresses who were nearby looked at her in amazement.

  “Wow, I … wow,” Louise said. “If I were you, just act professional and don’t draw attention to yourself.”

  The doors to the main dining room opened.

  Ellie felt sick to her stomach. They were led out and were given their places where to stand. Louise bowed her head and followed everyone’s direction.

  This wasn’t good. She knew it wasn’t. Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands into fists.

  The dining room was quiet. She heard noises in the distance and guests started to appear.

  “Don’t listen either. Don’t do anything that could make them doubt you,” Louise said as a final whisper.

  That was all.

  The people at the party sat around the table.

  “Let’s celebrate this union. My son, Raphael, and his new blushing bride, Isabella.” There was a round of applause.

  “Drinks. Drinks.”

  Ellie turned, as did all the waitresses. She noticed those next to a table had the silver serving jugs, to hand out drinks.

  Each guest had a designated waitress. Leaning over the man she was due to serve, she smelled the scent that made her think of Antonio. Turning her head, she came face to face with him. She nearly spilled his drink but caught herself.

  This was her Antonio, sitting at the Giavanni main table.

  Sickness swirled within her.

  The Giavannis who were also mafia people. They killed people.

  Stepping away from the table, she was a master at professionalism and didn’t draw a single gaze her way. After putting the serving jug onto the table behind her, she stood and bowed her head.

  Antonio was part of the mafia. She was reeling from the revelation. No, it couldn’t be true. None of it could be.

  Feeling sick, she heard they were being served again. The doors opened and she walked into the kitchen.

  “It’s true? The Giavannis are mafia?” she asked, looking at Louise.

  “Don’t fucking say anything,” Louise said. “Don’t be fucking crazy. Keep your voice down. This is life or death and I’ve got a kid to get home to.”

  She had a … what? Who was Antonio?

  With the meal in her hands, she carried it out to the dining room, following her fellow servers’ lead, and she got through the first course. The second. The third. By dessert, she wanted to run far away.

  It was clear that this was Antonio’s business, especially when the big man at the table asked him when he would be tying the knot.

  “You’re not g
etting any younger, and I think it’s time you found a woman to call your own. You need to start having a family.”

  “I’m sure Antonio knows how to find women, don’t you? I bet there’s a line of women waiting to see what our good old enforcer likes to do.”

  “Raphael, that’s enough,” Romeo said.

  She’d heard enough. The doors opened and she made her escape. What was she going to do? Where would she go?

  Her first stop would be her apartment. Then it a bus ticket out of the city. She had a small supply of cash. With cash, they wouldn’t be able to trace her. She knew how to run without being detected, but this wasn’t running from the care system. This was a mafia man, an enforcer.

  She had to run from Antonio and it scared her even more than she thought it could. He’d lied to her. He hadn’t been honest.

  Just as she was about to make a run for it, Antonio had her around the waist.

  “Let go of me,” she said through gritted teeth.

  He wouldn’t let her go. He marched her down to a room, opened the door, and pushed her inside.

  She growled as she fell to the floor. Getting to her feet, she rounded on him. “So this is the business you had? Kind of surprising, don’t you think?”

  “Don’t, Ellie. What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I had to work. My date canceled on me and rather than stay in all alone, I thought I would help out.”

  “There’s no way your boss would have called you to come in.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I told him not to. None of this was supposed to reach you.”

  “So it is all true. You’re not some security expert?”

  “No, I’m not,” he said after a long pause.

  “And them out there, what are they?” she asked.

  “You’ve clearly been brought up to speed with everything.”

  “Well, I want to hear it from your lips. You know, my lying fucking boyfriend. That’s what you are, right? Lying. That’s all you’ve ever been doing. Did you get a good laugh about it? Did you find it funny?”

  “None of this is funny,” he said.

  “No. I don’t think it’s funny. You played me for a fool.”