Gemini - Mr. Versatile: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series Book 6)

by Tiana Laveen

  “Thank you.”

  He stood there listening to the whole spiel about amenities, elevators, complimentary waters and such, then gave his share of accolades and issued more salutations of gratitude. He and his pal then headed towards the elevators, ready to rock and roll. When they got inside, both were silent for a spell. As soon as the doors opened, the discussion began. Dom looked up and down the hall, pulled his coat tight around him, then grabbed Giuseppe’s collar, pulling him close. “Just play along, all right?”

  The man nodded.

  “Now, when I call you, you know what to say. Go to your room.” He nodded in its direction. “Do your thing, meet me, go in dirty, come out clean. Got it?”

  “It’s gotten, it’s gone. It’s filthy, it’s washed snow mothafuckin’ white.”

  They bumped fists and parted ways. Minutes later, Dom was in the shower. When he was done, he put on a fresh pair of jeans and shirt. He turned on the television, reminiscing about the wedding reception he’d just left. He couldn’t help but smile…

  Cousin Giovanni is now off the fucking market! You lucky devil, you! Ya got married!

  He laughed as he walked back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

  So fucking proud of my cousin. He’d sworn off dating after that shit with the fuckin’ pill head bitch and her lunatic father. Can’t say I could blame him, especially after he ended up in the pen, but hell, Gio is the type of guy that really should settle down. And Vanessa? What a fuckin’ Nubian peach… gotta fat, juicy ass ya just wanna fuck until sunset. If her pussy is as good as she looks, I’m sure he’ll be happy for the rest of his fuckin’ life!

  He spit into the sink, turned on the water, and rinsed it away.

  Marching to the bed, he sat down on it and put on his shoes.

  But ya know, here’s the thing—not everyone can get on the straight and narrow. Hell, not all of us are supposed to, ya know? I’m not even cut out for it. See, Giovanni is a good guy who struggles not to do bad things. And well, I’m a bad guy who struggles not to do good things.

  He chuckled at that notion.

  I can count on one fuckin’ hand how many people truly give a fuck about me, and Giovanni has always been one of ’em.

  He grunted as he pulled his shoe up over the thick thermal sock.

  I gotta make money, and I gotta make shit right, too, ya know? Some shit just doesn’t sit well to me, and this is one of ’em. I got my standards. Everyone has their limits. People will only keep doin’ what you allow them to, so it’s time to implement some rules and regulations…

  He put on his jacket, then snatched his gun out of his bag. After checking the chamber, he slipped it into his jacket pocket and zipped it closed, then turned off the lights in his hotel room and place the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door. On his way out, he picked up his burner phone and called Giuseppe.

  “Rock, paper, scissors…”

  “I win.”

  Dom ended the call and headed out, down the back stairwell, hood over his head, to the third floor.

  333…333…333…333…

  He kept repeating the room number over and over in his head. Once there, he spotted Giuseppe coming down the hall after getting off the elevator. The man stood with a waiter outfit on, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. He knocked on the door.

  “Room service.”

  Dom stood off to the side and quickly slid a black mask over his face, watching every move. He heard a bit of commotion.

  “What?” said a hoarse voice. “I didn’t order room service! Wrong room. Did you order room service, baby?” the man asked someone.

  “I don’t think so… I may have, but I don’t think so,” the woman replied.

  “Complimentary wine, sir.”

  “Oh, well, just set it outside the door. We’ll get it in a minute. Thanks.”

  “You have to sign for it, sir.”

  “Shit! All right, hold on. Damn!”

  Some sounds came through the door, as if someone was racing around trying to get dressed. At last, the door swung open and there stood that biracial, Obama looking son of a bitch—Vincent Cooper. Dressed in a thick white robe, barefoot, and red in the face as if he’d been working hard, plugging away at some stubborn pussy, he reached out to snatch the wine bottle from Giuseppe’s grip. Dom slid beside Giuseppe in a flash, stuck a gun to the bastard’s head, and wrapped his hand over his mouth.

  “If you so much as whistle Dixie, I’ll blow ya fuckin’ brains out,” he whispered between clenched teeth as they pushed their way inside, closing and locking the door behind them.

  “What do you want?!” the woman in the back screamed. She was a gorgeous blond, butt naked as the day she was born. Frantically gathering the sheets, she wrapped them around her, covering her tits and shaved pussy, a terrified look in her eyes. Giuseppe walked over to the bed and stood next to her.

  “Shhh…” he whispered.

  “What do I want? I’ll tell ya why I’m here, okay? But before I do, I want to inform you, Mr. Cooper, that this gun has a silencer on it so once I shoot you and your silly cunt dead, I will be movin’ in slow motion, raiding your mini bar first, checking out your safe, watchin’ some television on pay per view, taking my little fuckin’ sweet time. Here’s the situation. You stole something of mine, and I’m here to get it back. It’s worth millions of dollars.”

  “I didn’t steal anything from you, man! I don’t even know you!” The man’s eyes danced with fear as he stood like a fool with his hands in the air. “Look, my wallet is over there on the counter!” He pointed at it. “Please just take it and leave!”

  “Oh, if that’s what I was here for I would. But I’m not…” He cracked a smile. “My family is worth millions of dollars to me, Mr. Cooper. You stole their peace of mind. Now sure, you did no permanent damage, but ya caused a lot of stress to a really sweet girl who’s now a member of my family—so now, you’ve fucked over not one, but two, members of la mia famiglia. And I just can’t take that lyin’ down.”

  “I don’t know who—”

  BAM! Dom hit him hard with the butt of the gun and grimaced. Blood spurted out as the man stumbled backwards onto the bed, a look of shock and horror in his hazel eyes. The bitch started whining and crying, tightening her grip around the sheets.

  “Shut. Tha. Fuck. Up!” Giuseppe warned the lady.

  “You’re lucky that I’m in a good mood, Mr. Cooper. After all, I was at an amazing wedding and reception and partied my ass off tonight. Now, here’s the pickle you’re in. Ya went snoopin’ around in shit that was none of your fuckin’ business. You used your money and clout and pulled up shit on my cousin and then you ruined my cousin-in-law’s girls night out, pissed on her parade. It made you happy to try and destroy them like that. You’re fuckin’ sick, ya know that?”

  Dom shook his head. “Now, under normal circumstances, you would’ve been dead twenty-four, forty-eight hours tops later for such a thing. But instead, I’m just gonna beat your ass until you’re shittin’ vomit and pukin’ crapola.”

  He smacked him hard with the gun once again, causing the man to wail in pain.

  “Stuff the rag in his fuckin’ mouth before someone comes along,” Dom stated calmly.

  Giuseppe followed his orders immediately. The man begged and pleaded, offered items and cash to no avail.

  “He said he was gonna let this go, that he was just gonna move forward with his life and let God work this out. He was so close to doing ya in, but he couldn’t… ’cause of that damn good heart of his. But see, God uses people to do his bidding, right?” Dom grinned and laughed. “Servants of God, right? How do you know we’re not all servants of God and that this revenge thing they say only God should have doesn’t come in the form of us children right here on Earth?”

  He took his foot and kicked the fucker hard in the side. Vincent doubled over and puked in his mouth, some of it dribbling from a small gap on the side of his cloth. He was practically choking on it, fighting for air with th
e damn thing jammed between his teeth.

  “I’m strong as a fuckin’ ox!” He kicked him again and again until the man turned blue in the face.

  “It’s a shame it’s not a full house tonight. I’m sure my cousin would’ve loved to have been here, but he’s on his honeymoon now… livin’ his new life with his bride. I hope he’s givin’ it to ’er real good, Vincent. It’s their wedding night, after all. I hope he’s stuffin’ that Nubian hot pocket of hers with everything he has. Italian salami style! She never had it so good!”

  He chuckled as he stared down at the man, hating him with every fiber of his being. “If we’re lucky, maybe they’ll be makin’ some little ones this week, ya know? You know how us Blacks and Guidos are, right?” He chuckled. “We got at least one thing in common. We breed like nobody’s fuckin’ business! Hey? Can ya blame us? So much fuckin’ passion!” He shrugged and tossed up his hands, grinning. “I bet the news of them being on their honeymoon comes as no surprise to you though.

  “I’m sure you know, because you were spotted outside the church. Now see, that’s where ya fucked up again. I was makin’ plans for you anyway after I found out about you digging up personal information, but this made things go a bit faster. He saw ya. Yeah… the groom saw ya, Vince.”

  The man’s eyes widened, the whites showing all around.

  “He was out there with his brother, helping Nonna out the limo, and there you were, bold as fuck! What did ya think you were going to do, huh? Stop the wedding? Were you pissed when you realized all your little stunt did was bring them closer together?

  “Ya thought you were gonna roll up to a Sicilian wedding and try to crash it, and then walk off scot-free? What fantasy world are you livin’ in, huh? A fart doesn’t escape someone’s ass without us knowin’ about it! A few members of the family approached you after news spread, and ya ran off like the chicken shit that ya are. It was all right to emotionally and verbally abuse ya lady, right? But when it was time to go toe to toe with another man, a real man, ya turn into a fuckin’ tampon and dip! What uh dumb fuck! That’s my cousin’s woman now, not yours! You show up at the fuckin’ wedding, are you fuckin’ insane?! That was it… you asked for this. You gave me an invitation to attend your party tonight and now I’m here, motherfucker!”

  Dom fell down upon the man and elbowed him in the ear. Vincent writhed about in pain, his screams muffled by the cloth. He glanced over at the woman who was crying her eyes out, her mouth jammed with a rag, too.

  “Hey, lady, I wouldn’t mind gettin’ my dick sucked after this, but you’re probably no longer in the mood, are ya? Maybe? Just a little?” Dom teased as he looked over at her, then burst out laughing. “I didn’t think so.”

  He winked at her before ripping the rag out of Vince’s mouth. The guy poured vomit and saliva all over the place, breathing hard as he struggled to catch his breath.

  “Anyway, Vince, if ya even think about contacting Vanessa, her family, her friends, her fuckin’ first grade English teacher, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya. If you go to the police after this is all over, if you manage to live of course, then I will track ya down, just like I did tonight, and shoot you dead in your fuckin’ tracks like the lying piece uh dog shit that you are. If ya think getting me locked up will save ya, remember, there’s fifty more just like me, waiting to finish the job. Unlike my cousin, I don’t have a fuckin’ conscience. I lost that years ago. Now, let’s continue with this brain damage, vegetative state I’m promising to deliver. Compliments of the Dom…”

  “AHHHHH!”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Family, Fuck-Buddies, Friends, and Foes…

  He watched from a distance as Vanessa maneuvered past several unpacked boxes in their new kitchen. Wearing only his oversized, white button-down shirt, she wandered around, looking for her favorite glass. It could’ve been anywhere. On the counter before her sat two pears and a banana they’d picked up the day before in Manhattan. A man was selling fruit out of a street cart, and they indulged because neither had had time to go grocery shopping since returning from their honeymoon.

  It had been a beautiful trip, but it felt good to be home. He tapped his hand on his thigh to the eccentric and smooth beat of Van Hunt’s “Down Here in Hell.” Vanessa pulled out a carafe of orange juice and made her way back the counter, settling on a paper cup.

  He rose from the couch, in his wrinkled white t-shirt and loose checkered boxers. Catching him out of the corner of her eye, a sly smirk creased her face as she feathered her hair behind one ear. When he reached her, he caressed up her arm to her shoulder, then leaned in and kissed the tip of her ear.

  Running his hand up and down her body, he rested his other hand on the counter as he stood behind her, cornering her… his prey. He lavished her with kisses. The strands of her sweet-smelling hair tickled him when he buried his face in her tresses. He reached up and gave her breast a hearty squeeze, the small, soft mound feeling so good against the palm of his hand. Pressing his lips against her shoulder, he slowly peeled the white fabric away from her skin until she shimmied it the rest of the way to the floor.

  He bit into her shoulder as she grinded her ass into his groin, gyrating in her notoriously seductive way. He was feening for her… unable to get enough. They’d made love so much on their honeymoon, you’d think he’d have his fill for a while, but he was just getting started. The smooth sounds of Daley’s “Look Up” floated from the speakers throughout their home.

  Vanessa turned ever so slightly in his direction and clutched his arm. Licking along her neck, he delighted in her soft flesh as though he was a zombie and she, the only thing he craved.

  He flipped her around to face him, pressing her ass against the kitchen counter before diving lower and taking her left breast in his hand. He enveloped the delicious caramel and chocolate kiss into his mouth, the nipple hardening from his oral touch. Gently letting it fall from his mouth, he made love to the other, refusing to make either feel left out… denied their deserved attention. While he trailed kisses up to her lips, she moaned in his embrace, then took him by the hand and led him to the living room couch—the very one he’d just vacated.

  He sat down, refusing to blink lest he’d miss a moment of the lusty look in her dark, slanted eyes. She gripped the band of his boxers and yanked them down his thighs. He lifted his ass to help her get them off, revealing a rock-hard cock, pointing to the ceiling like a beacon of light, ready for all she had to offer. He sighed in delight when she took his length into her hands and enveloped the head in her mouth. Kneeling beside him, she made a meal of his dick, sucking in a perfect, wet rhythm…

  “Your dick is so long, thick and juicy, baby… I get it any time I want now. It’s all mine…” she purred as he ran his fingers up and down her back. She was now on all fours, putting her all into this blowjob, driving him crazy… He closed his eyes for a spell as he stretched the arch in his feet.

  “Feels so good, baby… Nessa… shit… keep going…” She wrapped her hand around his scrotum and went up and down on his cock, her mouth a tight, wet cell he couldn’t resist thrusting up into. “Roll over, baby… I want some pussy.”

  Releasing him, she lay on her side on the couch. Opening her legs, she gave him room to guide himself inside her from behind. Her fingers dug into the pillow as she gasped in delight from his entry. Slowly in and out he went, plunging within her, feeling the wet cocoon of her pussy that he’d fallen deeply in love with.

  “Yeeesss, that’s it, baby…” she urged him on as he moved his hand around her waist, then glided his finger along her clit.

  As he pushed upward, she pushed back and in no time, they were screaming in mutual elation. Slowly but surely, he glided his hand up her stomach until he reached her breast. Holding on to it, he thrust faster, needing her in ways she’d never be able to comprehend. He sucked his fingers, then guided them back down to her clit. Moving them in slow, circular motions, making her shudder, he made love to her as if it would be their last time. He wrapped
his hand around her thigh, bringing her leg higher, and went balls deep.

  “Shit!” Teeth clenched, he paused, backing away from his orgasm… wanting her to cum first. It took all of his resolve, but he managed.

  He began to thrust again, layering her shoulders with kisses and then, he got his wish. His beautiful wife trembled against him, baptizing his cock with her sticky, juicy sap. When she settled, he turned her fully on her stomach, with one leg hanging off the couch. Entering her from behind again, she hissed and sighed as he gripped the back of her neck and slid in and out of her pussy. Reaching beneath her, he ran three fingers against her fleshy, moist folds, concentrating on her clit once more.

  “You’re gonna make me cum again!” She wailed, her muscles stiffening against him, but he didn’t slow down. He kept going, giving her multiple orgasms like she so deserved.

  “I’m losing control, baby!” He fucked her hard and fast, over and over again. She felt too damn good… looked too damn good… made him feel too damn good…

  This pussy is all mine!

  He kept on, thrusting deep, his motions feeling like a blur. At last, she hollered out in ecstasy as she gripped the edge of the couch.

  “Cum in my pussy, baby!” Gripping her harder about the neck, he lurched forward and convulsed, his dick pushing farther inside of her as if it had a mind of its own, then released in harsh, jerky spurts. “I feel you, baby… Gio, I can feel you so deep in my soul…”

  Falling down on top of her, he stayed inside her, his dick twitching in the comfort of her cocoon. Sweaty and happy, he breathlessly whispered, “We share the same soul now. Of course you can feel me…”

  “She said she didn’t like his tie!” Ma explained as she propped her foot up on the pink and white furry cushion in her living room, then ran the finger polish brush, coated with a deep, dark purple hue along her big toenail.