BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) (11 page)

W
e stepped
into my room and I shut the door behind me. Kasia was being very frustrating, though I understood her hesitation. She didn’t want to bring Wyatt in too deep incase he was playing us too.

But I wasn’t doing this halfway. I was tired of doing this slowly. I wanted to take it all the way, and we needed Wyatt to do that.

Plus, I trusted him. As silly as that maybe was, I really did trust him. I probably should have vetted him for longer, but I knew that was a waste. I did the research on him, but the research told me nothing.

Knowing the man told me everything. Having him inside of me told me more about him than any Google search could possibly tell me.

Wyatt looked around my room. “Simple,” he said. “Except for that.”

I sat down on my bed and smiled. He was looking at my desk. For the most part, my room was very simple, with no decorations and the simplest of furniture. The desk, however, had my enormous and complicated computer rig with three monitors arrayed alongside each other.

“That’s where the magic happens,” I said.

He frowned. “Yes. I’ve been victim of that magic.”

“You don’t like the way I get in touch?”

“Not when it’s in the middle of the night.”

“Poor Wyatt.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“It’s more secure than calling.”

“That I can appreciate.” He sat down next to me, crossing his legs ankle to knee.

I stood up and crossed the room. I turned back to him and took a deep breath. “I want to hit my father back, and hit him hard.”

Wyatt nodded. “I know.”

“We’ve lost girls before, but nothing like what happened.”

“What did happen?”

“He lured me into a trap and then killed some of my best girls. The whole thing was a setup from the beginning.”

“Now you’re angry.”

“That’s right. Now I’m fucking pissed.”

“We can’t act out of anger, Louisa.”

“I don’t care what I’m acting out of, so long as I act.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t care what you think.”

He shook his head. “You should.”

“I need to hit him back. The girls need this.”

“I don’t disagree. But we have to do it right.”

“What’s the right way?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“I was only telling you to see if you had any information I could use.”

“I know that.”

“I don’t need you to second guess my strategy.”

“I know that, too. But listen to me, Louisa. You just lost some girls, and you’re hurt. You need to think about this before you do anything rash.”

I clenched my jaw, anger rolling through me, but I wasn’t angry at Wyatt. I knew he was right. I was angry at my father, at the city, at this fucking shitty situation.

He stood up and walked toward me. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling. But believe me, if we’re going to beat your father, we have to move carefully.”

I relaxed a bit as he slowly backed me up against the window. He took my chin in his hand and tipped my head up toward him.

I was still angry, but it slipped away as soon as his lips touched mine once again.

“Okay,” I said, breathless. “I’ll wait. One week. But then I’m hitting him, and nothing will stop me.”

“That’s fair,” he said, kissing me again.

I wrapped my arms around him, giving myself over to him as he kissed me harder, his tongue pressing between my open lips. He took my hair in his hand, holding it firmly, kissing my hard.

I couldn’t help but release a soft moan as his free hand unbuttoned my shorts and slipped down between my legs. I groaned as he found my soaking wet pussy, slowly rolling along my sex.

“We can take this city together,” he said, whispering in my ear. “You and me, Louisa. We can take this city and own it.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Together.”

He pinned me back against the window, tipped my head back as his other hand slowly slipped beneath my panties. He rubbed my wet clit in slow circles, my ass up against the windowsill. His tongue was in my mouth as his fingers pressed inside of me. I groaned, moaning into his kiss as he slowly fucked my pussy like that.

He grunted and suddenly pulled back, taking my hips. He turned me around, pressing me against the window. He roughly pulled my shorts down, dropping to his knees behind me.

I moaned, surprised, as he began to lick my pussy from behind. His tongue explored every inch of me, firm and soft and warm all at once. He tongued my wet pussy, fucking me from behind as his hands held my ass nice and firm.

I moaned as he lapped me up from behind, my hands gripping the top of the window, face pressed against cool glass. I didn’t care if someone could see us, all I wanted was for him to keep going, keep licking my pussy, keep making me squirm.

My toes curled as he slapped my ass then tongued me, teasing my pussy, rolling up to my clit and back again. “Do you like when I eat this pussy from behind?” he asked.

“I’m not complaining,” I managed to say, smiling back at him.

He slapped my ass hard again and stood up. He pressed three fingers inside of me, making me moan, and pulled my hair back.

“I want to fuck you until you scream. I want the neighbors to hear you.”

“We can’t. That’s dangerous.”

“No, it isn’t. They need to know this is a normal house with a normal, filthy girl living inside of it. Do you want to be normal?”

“No,” I moaned. “Never.”

He pressed his fingers deeper. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to do.”

“Yes,” I gasped, mouth hanging open, mind a blank of pleasure. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Good.” He stepped back. “Rub your own dripping cunt.”

I reached back and slowly rubbed my clit with one hand. I heard him taking his pants off. I looked back to see his thick cock hard, his hand stroking himself.

“I love looking at this ass,” he said. “Your perfect fucking ass, your cunt dripping wet. Do you like touching yourself while I watch?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I want you to watch.”

“Fingers inside.”

I slipped them into myself, tipping my head back and gasping.

“Now taste them,” he ordered.

I slipped them out and put them in my mouth, licking off my own juice.

“That’s right,” he said, stepping up closer. “Taste yourself, your dirty fucking girl.” He took a handful of my hair. I felt his thick cock press against me. “I want you to taste what I fucking love to suck and lick.”

He pressed himself deep inside of me then, making me gasp.

“Oh fuck,” I said, holding onto the window. “Shit, Wyatt.”

“God damn you’re so fucking wet and warm. Your tight pussy makes me want to fucking come deep inside of you.”

He began to work his hips, sliding himself in and out, in and out. I could feel his cock filling me, stretching me, and I knew he could destroy me. His hands took my hips, holding me hard as he began to fuck me. He reached up and felt my breasts through my shirt and bra as he fucked me rough.

“Work my cock,” he ordered me. I began to slide backwards, head turned back toward him. I felt like I was going to pass out. Sweat was already dripping down my back. He slapped my ass. “Faster,” he ordered.

I moved my hips faster, twisting them, working them along his shaft. I slid back and slammed myself, moaning, biting my lip to try and stay quiet. He pulled my hair back, hand close to the roots, as he slapped my ass again.

“Harder. You think you can get me off? Work for it, you fucking filthy girl. Work for my cock. I want to see you fucking sweat.”

I doubled my efforts, slamming back against him, using the window as leverage. I was moaning loudly, mind a total blank as he slapped my ass harder. His hand found my throat, gently holding me there as I worked back against him.

His cock was deep inside of me, his hand on my throat. He owned me in that moment, and I knew I’d do whatever he wanted. The thought of him controlling me, dominating me, it set me off. I loved the pressure on my throat, loved the danger. He was a bad man, and his cock made me feel so damn good.

“Come on this cock,” he said. “Come on me and then taste your own cum.”

I tipped my head back, moaning as I worked faster, faster, slipping back, riding his cock, slamming my self along his thick shaft. I came as he reached around and began to work my clit. It tipped me over the edge, that pleasure, and he continued to rub my swollen clit as I came hard against his cock.

The orgasm rolled through me, sweeping me away. When I slowly finished, I felt destroyed, exhausted, beaten to a pulp.

“Now,” he said. “On your knees.”

I complied. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He took my hair and slowly pressed his cock down my throat, groaning. I began to suck him, tasting my cum on his skin, loving the way he fucked my mouth.

I sucked his cock desperately. I wanted him to come, wanted his taste his cum on my throat, wanted to swallow every drop. I wanted to make him groan and say my name. I put my hands on his thighs as I sucked him faster, letting him press me down deep and pull me back.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m going to come down this pretty throat. I want to see you swallow every drop.”

I moaned with his cock in my mouth. He came then, thick spurts of warm cum, and I worked harder, not slowing down.

“Fuck Louisa,” he groaned. “Oh, shit.”

I took every drop of him and swallowed it. I pulled back when he was finished, licking every inch of his hard dick clean.

He pulled me away, over toward the bed. We collapsed onto the comforter together, his arms wrapped around me. I snuggled up against his chest, smiling, floating on a cloud of post-orgasm bliss.

After a few minutes, he spoke. “I have an idea,” he said.

“Oh?” I smiled. “Ready to go again already?”

“Well, yes. But not about that.”

“About what?”

“Our problem. I think I have a plan.”

I nodded. I wasn’t surprised. I knew I could trust him, knew that he’d come through for me.

I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I did know that I was going to enjoy the moment while I could.

I
couldn’t help
but stare as the car pulled down into the compound’s inner driveway. Ethan was sitting in the back seat of the black town car beside me, staring at his phone like always, but I was too busy studying the compound to notice what he was doing.

I had heard stories of the Barone family compound. Stories of wild parties, opulence, excess, vice, greed, death, and so much more. Seeing it in person, though, was a whole different experience. I’d never come to the compound before, mainly since I didn’t want to publically connect myself to the Barone family. But I was past all that now.

The compound existed on a huge plot of land just outside of the city. It was a gated fortress, and the only way in was through a gated path with a security booth. Armed men patrolled the lawns.

And there were lots of lawns. The mansion sat at the center of a hill with something like ten acres of land sprawling out around it. I could see stables for horses, hiking paths, swimming pools, gardens, and much more.

We pulled up to the mansion and a man showed the driver where to park. We climbed out and he met us there, smiling broadly. He looked like a porter for a hotel more than anything.

“Welcome Mr. Carter,” he said. “Mr. Barone is expecting you.”

“Very good,” I said, although I doubted he actually was. I showed up unannounced, just like he usually did.

We followed the man inside. The driver stayed with the car while we stepped into one of the lushest places I’d ever seen.

Priceless paintings hung on the walls. Statues, plants, carvings, tapestries, and all sorts of art installations hung all over the place. The carpets were thick and red, clearly old and clearly expensive. Everything was engineered to make you understand just how powerful the Barone family really was, and for a second, it worked.

The mansion was incredible. There were hundreds of rooms, a full-time staff, and who knew what else was hiding all around there? I was only scratching at the surface of the compound, that was obvious, and yet I was already impressed.

For a second, I wondered how anyone could defeat the people that built and owned this place.

But I shook my head and took a breath. I had to snap out of it. That was exactly what Arturo wanted people to feel when they entered his mansion. He wanted people to feel nothing but shock and awe at his opulent and expensive castle. It was all intimidation.

I knew better. I knew the Spiders were doing serious damage to Arturo. They were taking losses too, but Arturo was getting the worst of it. He could afford higher losses, since he was much bigger, but not for long.

Not if I had anything to do with it. I had to remember why I was at the compound. It was all a part of the plan.

The porter led Ethan and I down a series of hallways, up a flight of stairs, and down a few more halls. I was hopelessly lost after a few minutes, and I figured that was the point. Finally, we stopped outside of a pair of large wooden doors. The porter knocked, nodded, and then left.

“Come in,” I heard Arturo shout from inside.

I opened the doors. Ethan and I stepped into Arturo Barone’s office.

It was about what I expected. Arturo sat behind a huge wooden desk. Along the walls were pictures of Arturo with powerful men plus several civic awards he won for all his philanthropy. There were filing cabinets, an old stereo system and turntable, and of course a built-in bar.

“Wyatt,” Arturo said, smiling. “Come in. Glad to see you.”

“Sorry to drop by unannounced like this, Arturo,” I said.

“Nonsense. Drink?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Get me a whisky.”

I nodded, went to the bar, and made the drinks. Ethan had already sat down, staring at his phone. Arturo pretended like Ethan wasn’t even there, which he really barely was.

I handed Arturo his drink and then sat.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, sipping his drink.

“I thought we might discuss a little business.”

He arched an eyebrow. “More business? I thought you were busy with the last job I gave you.”

“I told you, I don’t have much say over that. I spoke with the chief and he said he’d do what he can.”

“Fine,” Arturo said, waving his hand. “If you’re not here for that, what are you here for?”

“Something else that might benefit you.” I took a sip of the whisky. It was absolutely delicious. “Your business has been affected by the dealers moving in on the south side, hasn’t it?”

He nodded slowly. “New gang, something about the Dark Knight?”

“Black Knights,” Ethan said.

“Black Knights. That’s it. They’ve been pushing into my territory. Very annoying.”

“They are very annoying,” I agreed. “They’re violent and dangerous.”

“What can you do about them?”

“Well, the reason they haven’t been prosecuted yet is because of a particular lawyer.” I glanced at Ethan. “We happened to have taken care of that lawyer. These guys are scrambling to find new representation, and they’re ripe for the picking.”

“Interesting,” Arturo said. “You want to press some cases against them?”

“I do. I want to get some of these mad men off the street.”

“That would take a little pressure off me.”

“Exactly. Maybe free up some of your guys to deal with your other problem.”

He nodded slowly. “I can see why this would benefit me. But why come to me first, then?”

“Well, this clearly helps you. But truthfully, it doesn’t matter to me either way. These cases won’t matter to my career.”

“I see.” He stroked his chin, frowning.

“But of course, one hundred thousand dollars would do a lot for me.”

He paused, his face falling. “That’s a lot to ask for,” he said.

“It is,” I agreed. “But I’m offering a lot.”

“Who’s to say I don’t go around you, make my own calls? I have connections in the court system, you know.”

“You could,” I agreed. “But not as fast as I can move. I can get you more guys put away faster.”

His frown deepened, and I could see the anger begin to boil up around him. Ethan, meanwhile, kept typing away on his phone, but I noticed a subtle shift in him, like he was paying closer attention.

“You come into my house,” Arturo said slowly, “and you demand an absurd price. I try and negotiate, and you do not come down.” He shook his head slowly. “I’m disappointed in you, Wyatt. After everything I’ve done for you.”

“We’re even, Arturo,” I reminded him. “You don’t own me. If you want to negotiate, negotiate. Don’t make vague threats.”

I smiled calmly at him, though inwardly I was sweating. I knew this was a dangerous game I was playing. It wasn’t a normal thing to walk into the lair of a dangerous mobster and demand a bribe. But I knew Arturo was hurting, and he needed a little leeway to move. The only thing he had plenty of was money.

He bridged his fingers, staring at me. “Twenty thousand.”

I laughed. “That’s not even worth my time on the ride over.”

“Thirty.”

“I’ll come down to seventy.”

He clenched his jaw. “You’re making me angry, Wyatt.”

“Let’s not act like you’re hurting for money, Arturo. But you are hurting for turf.”

He grunted. “I’ll do forty. Not a dime more.”

“I’ll take fifty.”

He smiled. “Done.”

I stood. He stood. We shook hands. All of his anger had suddenly melted away, and I realized that he was putting it on just for the negotiations.

The man got to his position for a reason. He was ruthless and a great politician when he needed to be. He could negotiate with the best of them.

That was okay. I was pretty good myself. I wanted fifty grand from the start.

“Sit back down,” Arturo said. “We’ll get your money right now. Finish your drink.”

“Sounds good to me.” I sat. Arturo picked up his phone and made a quick call, speaking in low tones.

We toasted again and drank before falling back into small talk. Ethan seemed more at ease, which made me think the danger had passed.

Fifteen minutes passed, and finally a man stepped into the room. He handed Arturo a briefcase before leaving.

Arturo popped it open. The case was filled with money. He smiled at me.

“Good?” he asked.

“Good.”

I took the case from him, snapping it shut. Ethan stood up.

“Kyle will show you back to your car,” Arturo said. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Same, as always.” We shook again, and then we left.

We followed that same porter man back toward the car along the same winding pathway. I had the case in my hand, and Ethan trailed slightly behind me.

It felt strange, walking around with fifty thousand dollars in my hand.

It felt even stranger that it was all going to go to Arturo’s biggest enemy.

This whole thing was a ruse from the start. Louisa needed money to help finance our plan, and I knew Arturo was good for it. I had already planted the seed with the chief, all it took was a little clever bluffing and I had him.

That bastard had just paid for his own downfall. I grinned to myself, excited to see the look on Louisa’s face.