Page 12 of Blood Money
When I didn’t say anything, he sighed, then got to his feet and left.
I fell back in my chair and dragged my hands over my face.
“You okay?” Dario quietly asked.
“I’m fine,” I robotically replied.
I wasn’t.
“Call the car.” I tossed my napkin over my plate, my appetite gone. I tossed a Benjamin on the table and stormed from the room with Dario on my heels.
By the time I stepped out on the curb, the black sedan was pulling up. I ducked in when Dario opened the back door. Once he closed me into the back seat, he climbed in front. To further torment myself, I rattled off where I needed to go. The entire way across town, the tension within coiled tighter until I was about to snap.
We slowed as we passed Mrs. Romano’s bakery, Sinnamon Sweets. The lights were on upstairs, and I almost told the driver to stop. There were no signs of movement, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t there. It also didn’t mean she was.
“Let’s go,” I crisply told the driver and gave him my next location. My hands were fisted so firmly that my nails dug into my palms.
Like the apartment I’d driven by, the house was lit up when I arrived, but in this case, it wouldn’t matter if the lights were all off. I would never be turned away.
I got out and stormed up the stairs, rapping my knuckles hard on the door. By then my stomach was cramping, and I wanted to hit something.
Footsteps approached the entrance, then paused. I knew the peephole was being used because I heard the small metal plate move to the side, and then the door swung open to the house I owned.
“Well, hello there. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me,” she said with a sultry smile. Her hazel eyes weren’t green enough, and her red hair was a bit too rust-colored. It disgusted me that those were my first thoughts when I saw her. I was so fucked-up.
I stepped forward, and she backed up until I cleared the threshold and kicked the door shut behind me. My fingers relentlessly gripped her straight hair. That it wasn’t a riot of curls that I could tangle them in pissed me off.
“Bad day?” she murmured.
“Don’t talk,” I growled before I slammed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to hear her slightly raspy voice.
She grunted in surprise, and I grabbed her ass to tell her to wrap her legs around me. When we hit the edge of the bed, I set her down. Not making eye contact, I ground out, “Take off your clothes.”
My hands were practically shaking as I loosened my tie, then jerked off my jacket and shirt. When I reached for my belt, she gently rested her hands over mine. The clank of my buckle echoed in the quiet room, and I let my lids fall shut as she freed my dick and dropped to her knees.
“Fuck,” I gasped when she wrapped her lips around my cock and drew it into her mouth.
In my mind, she had emerald-green eyes and wild, fiery curls. Slowly, thread by thread, the chaos within me unraveled. The tension in my shoulders loosened. Finally, the knot in my abdomen relaxed.
When I came down her throat, I was pretty sure I moaned another woman’s name. Dahlia wouldn’t say anything, though.
After all, it wasn’t the first time.
“Fantasy”—AldoNova
Eighteen Years Old….
Iwas sprawled in a lawn chair with a beer in my hand and a grin on my face. The sun had gone down, and it was finally cooling off a bit. Bobby’s house was in a nicer neighborhood and had a privacy fence so the neighbors didn’t get their panties in a wad when he had a party. Granted, none of us wanted to get busted by the cops, so we kept the wild shit to a minimum. Especially since Roman’s dad and grandfather were both cops.
“Anyone seen Vince lately?” Roman asked.
Vince had grown up with us as a scholarship kid. No one had seen him since the day after graduation. I bit my tongue because I knew he’d started taking some jobs with The Family a year or so ago.
“Not lately,” Bobby replied before lifting his beer and taking a long drink.
The side gate opened, and we all glanced over to make sure we weren’t getting busted. My heart stuttered because I knew if we did, it would be my ass. Gabriel sat there with some chick on his lap and didn’t even look over his shoulder. He didn’t care because he’d successfully developed a diamond-hard exterior. Nothing our grandfather did seemed to faze him. I envied him.
“Luciano!” Bobby called out as he raised his beer to our friend coming around the corner of the house.