BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) (7 page)

“
S
he’s not doing well
.”

I frowned at the pale, thin girl lying on the bed. An IV was connected to her arm, and she was sleeping fitfully. Kasia shook her head, concern clear on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“An infection in her arm. It was pretty advanced when we got her. I’m not sure if we can save her.”

“Bastards,” I said softly.

“We’re doing what we can.”

We left the room and stepped into the hallway.

“The others?” I asked.

“We sent ten on their way. The rest want to join us.”

“Good. Any worthwhile?”

“Some might make good fighters. We’ll find places for the others.”

“And have you located any new safe houses?”

“Two possibilities. Working on a third.”

“Thank you, Kasia. You’re doing great work.”

“It’s the least I can do.” We walked side-by-side back toward the elevator. “You haven’t said much about the lawyer yet.”

I gave her a look. “Wyatt isn’t just a lawyer. He’s a powerful man.”

“Yes, I know. And powerful men are the ones that do this to these girls.”

“Wyatt isn’t a rapist and a murderer and a slaver, Kasia.”

“Probably not.”

“We can’t win this fight against my father alone. You have to know that.”

“We’re doing well.”

“We’re getting along, but we’re not winning. We need help. We need resources.”

She sighed. “I know all this. I still don’t like it.”

“This is war,” I said as we got onto the elevator. The doors shut and we began to ascend. “We have to do what’s necessary to win. We’re not just fighting for ourselves.”

“Just promise you won’t compromise what we’re all about.”

“Never.”

She nodded once. The elevator stopped and the doors opened.

“I’m going out.”

“Good luck.”

She waved and disappeared outside.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked it, and saw that I had a missed call from Wyatt. He left a voicemail, so I opened the app and listened.

I smiled to myself. I went back into my bedroom, got out my laptop, and located his computer. It took me five minutes to break into his system this time. His computer was taken over and I typed my first message.

“You rang?”

“I knew you’d do this.”

“Can’t resist a challenge.”

“Is that what that was? I thought I was just asking for you to call me back.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“None. You’re totally right.”

“Glad you think so.” I smiled to myself. “What did you need?”

“I wanted to meet.”

“Already?”

“I want to discuss business.”

“I didn’t know you were interested.”

“Of course I’m interested.”

That was good. I genuinely wasn’t sure if he wanted to team up or not, and part of me was assuming that he didn’t want anything to do with it. I was worried that he was just using me to get what he wanted from me, though I couldn’t tell exactly what that was. Maybe it was just sex, maybe it was something else.

But now we could stop with the bullshit. We were going into business together, and I knew that was going to work.

“Good. When and where?”

“Tonight. Same place that I saw you last time.”

I paused, frowning. “The house?”

“Yes. Meet me there at ten.”

“Fine. See you soon.”

I disconnected the connection and made sure that nobody had tracked us. Government employees were always being watched by the NSA, but the NSA had too many eyes. It was easy to hide from them if you knew what you were doing.

I shut down my computer and looked up at the ceiling. I could tell something was happening. I felt like I was on the edge of a breakthrough, but I couldn’t tell in which direction. Something was going to happen, and I hoped that it was because of Wyatt. Maybe the war would destroy us both, or maybe we’d do what we set out to accomplish.

Either way, things were coming and I could feel them on the horizon.

* * *

B
rooks parked
the car a block away from the house. He looked at me.

“You sure?”

“Of course. Wait here.”

He nodded.

Brooks was a good solider. Once upon a time, he was a hitman for my father’s people. But when he fell in love with a woman, and she decided to join me, he came over to my side. Ever since then he’d been an incredibly useful man, and incredibly loyal.

I stepped out of the car and walked down the block. I was a few minutes late, just as I planned. Ahead, I saw that the door to the house was left open. Ethan was sitting on the stoop as I approached.

“He’s inside,” he said.

I nodded and went to walk by him.

“Be careful,” Ethan called out as I went in. “There’s lots of broken glass.”

I glanced back at him but said nothing. He was just trying to intimidate me. I understood that. My girls did that sort of thing to people I was meeting with. They meant well, but they didn’t realize that people like Wyatt and me didn’t need the help.

I found Wyatt sitting inside on the staircase. He smiled as I approached.

“I like this spot,” he said.

“Why?”

“There’s something poetic about it.”

“There’s nothing poetic about sex.”

He laughed. “No, probably not. It’s dirty, sweaty, and gorgeous.” He stood up. “But that’s not what I meant.”

I followed him as he walked into the parlor. “The war with your father was fought in this place,” he said. “There’s something interesting about the two of us meeting here.”

“Women were saved from this house. That’s more important to me.”

He shrugged. He was wearing his usual suit, and I had to admit that he looked incredibly handsome.

“I need to talk to you about your father.”

“What about him?”

“He came to me earlier.”

“What did he want?”

“He wanted me to help him defeat you.”

I stared at him for a second and felt a bubble of anger begin to inflate in my chest. “That bastard.”

“He didn’t put it quite that way,” he went on. “But he did want me to put pressure on the police chief to begin trying to prosecute you guys.”

“That won’t work.”

“I figured as much.” He smiled a cocky and knowing smile. “Why is that, anyway? Your father is throwing a lot of money at them.”

“Belief can make men do a lot of things.”

“So can money.”

I shrugged. “Did you bring me here to rub my father in my face?”

“No,” he said. “I didn’t. But you need to know what you’re getting into.”

I felt my patience begin to wear thin. “I understand. You’re involved with my father. I don’t want to have anything to do with someone that he has bought and sold.”

Wyatt’s expression darkened. “Nobody buys me.”

“Then what are you doing with him?” I asked, anger flaring.

“He’s useful.”

“To you, he’s useful. To me, he’s a controlling monster that needs to be destroyed.”

“We don’t think so differently, you know.”

“If you brought me here to gloat about my father, I’m leaving. I have more important things to do.” I turned to go, fuming.

“Louisa, wait.” He stepped toward me. “He’s useful because I can play him.”

That made me pause. “Play him?”

“He thinks I’m his. Because of that, I can get information from him about his people.”

“You mean, you’ll spy?”

“Something like that.”

I cocked my head at him. “That’s not very loyal of you.”

“I have no loyalty to your father. He gave me money, and I gave him favors. He and I are even.”

I nodded, pursing my lips. I understood that he was saying, but it worried me. I needed to be able to trust him, but it would be difficult knowing that he was willing to do something like turn on his ally so easily. I wanted to work with Wyatt, hell, I wanted Wyatt in a lot of different ways. But I needed to trust him above anything else.

“Why do you want to work with me?” I asked him.

“Because I see something in you.”

“What?”

“Desire.” He stepped closer to me. “You want the same things I want.”

“Yet I’m a spoiled mafia princess.”

He smirked. “That’s right. You are. But that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

“You seem to think so.”

“I can pass off as a rich snob,” he said. “The wealthy, they tolerate me, but they know what I really am. Every time I talk they see my hard past, my hard mentality. But you, you were born to be around these people.”

“I don’t see how that’s important.”

“You want to run this city? They run this city. We’ll need them.”

I nodded slowly. “What are you going to do about my father?”

“I’m going to talk to the police chief. I’m going to tell him to keep up the good work, and then I’m going to tell your father that I tried.”

“Good.”

He came closer and pulled me against him. “Were you worried?”

“About what?”

“That I was betraying you.”

“Yes,” I said.

“You don’t have to be worried about that.”

“Yes, I do,” I said.

He smirked and pushed my hair out of my face. His thumb traced a line down my lips. “So closed off. So many barriers.”

“You need barriers to do what I do.”

“Maybe. But I want to strip them away.”

“You want to strip away something else.”

He smiled. “True.”

His kiss felt like it did the first time: intense and passionate. I gave myself to him again, letting his tongue enter my mouth as I kissed him back, our bodies pressed together. I was dripping wet and excited beyond description as I stood in that room.

We were really doing this partnership. He was going to help me defeat my father, and then we were going to rule the city together.

“Wyatt.”

We broke out kiss off and Wyatt looked annoyed. Ethan stood in the entrance to the room.

“What?” he asked.

“We need to speak.”

He frowned then released me. “I’ll be back,” he said, stepping away.

I watched the two men disappear out the front door and couldn’t help but lean back against the wall.

All of this was insane. I was trusting so much to this man and bringing him into my business, and yet I truly barely knew him.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself, and didn’t want to. This was happening, like a wave rising and falling against the sand, sweeping everything out of its way.

I
hated being pulled away
from Louisa. I was hard as fuck and my blood was ringing to take her, but I knew that Ethan would only ever go against my orders and enter that house if it were important.

Still, I wanted to crush the little bug under my boot and go back to Louisa.

“It’s Myers,” Ethan said once we were out front.

“What about him?”

“He’s making trouble. He made some threats, apparently approached some other lawyers in the area.”

“Which ones?”

“Riley. Johnson. Gray.”

I shook my head. “That dumb bastard. They came right to you with this?”

“Gray did. The others spoke through him.”

I nodded. This was a problem, though I couldn’t say that I hadn’t expected it.

I hoped that Myers would get with the program and do as I asked him. But I knew that man was stubborn as fuck, and eventually the terror would wear off. He was back to being a problem, and if torturing the bastard in an abandoned warehouse didn’t stop him, nothing will.

“Kill him,” I said.

Ethan nodded. “When?”

“Tonight. Go now.”

“Are you sure I should leave you here?”

“I’m sure.”

“Louisa has a guy sitting in a car down the block.”

“That’s okay.”

He nodded. “It’ll get done.”

“Good.”

Ethan turned and began walking down the block. I watched him for a minute then headed back inside.

I didn’t want to kill Myers. I didn’t want to kill anyone. But the man was becoming a problem, and I couldn’t have problems. Especially not right now when I was beginning a relationship with a fledgling mafia. I needed to take Myers out and send a message to all the other fucking lawyers in the state.

I was the top dog. If they wanted to get by, they needed to play my fucking game. Otherwise, things ended very, very badly for them.

Maybe I was overreacting with Myers, but I needed to have a heavy hand right now. There could be no questions about what happened when you crossed me. If I was going to start seizing more power, I needed to begin with the little guys. I needed them to know that if you didn’t do as I asked, you disappeared.

Ethan was quiet and efficient. We’d taken care of problems in the past, and I knew this would be no different. There’d be no connection to me, and Ethan wouldn’t get caught.

I found Louisa leaning up against the wall in the parlor room, her arms crossed. I walked right up to her and kissed her hard, not wanting to waste a single second.

I’d been thinking about her body ever since I last saw her. Her gorgeous fucking curves, her tight fucking pussy. I was ravenous for her, starving, a fucking animal that needed to be fed. I pushed her back against the wall and took her arms, putting her hands up above her head. I kissed her hard, sliding the hem of her dress up her thighs with my other hand until I could feel her soaking fucking pussy.

I knew she’d be dripping wet, but just feeling it drove me crazy. I yanked her panties down, roughly pulling them over her thighs, and began to slowly work her pussy while kissing her mouth.

She mouthed against my lips as I pressed my fingers inside of her. I kept her pinned to that wall, hands above her head, fingers working her spot. I slid them out and rolled along her clit, working that tight cunt, loving the feeling of her slick juice against my fingers.

“Wyatt,” she moaned as I kissed her neck.

“Don’t say a word,” I answered. “Don’t speak. You’re mine for right now.”

She nodded, eyes wide, mouth open. I pressed my fingers inside of her again and savored the gasp she made.

My cock was rock hard, trying to burst from my pants. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I forced her down to her knees and she greedily unzipped them, pulling off my belt.

She took my cock in her hand and worshipped it, sliding her tongue up and down its length. “You fucking love that cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I told you not to speak. Now I’ll have to punish you.” I pressed my cock between her lips and she moaned as I forced it down her throat. “That’s all I want to hear. The sound of my cock in your fucking throat.”

She gagged and sucked me, sloppy and wet. Her tongue rolled around me as I pressed her down, fucking her throat and face, pressing it deep into her. She wasn’t stopping or holding back as she gagged on my cock, taking me as deep into her throat as she could. I loved taking her, fucking her pretty little mouth.

She pulled back with a gasp, staring up at me and jerking off my length with both hands. I tipped her chin toward me.

“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat,” I said. “But you’re even more gorgeous with my cock between your legs.”

She nodded, obedient and quiet. I pulled her to her feet and spun her around, hiking her dress up, forcing her panties all the way off. I pushed her up against the wall so that her face was flush with it as I slowly pressed my cock deep inside of her wet little cunt.

She moaned as I filled her. I loved her tight, wet, warm little cunny as I pushed deep into her. I took her wrists and pressed them flat against the wall, pinning her there, holding her there as I slowly slid myself in and out of her.

“Take my big cock princess,” I said to her. “Come for me like the dirty fucking girl I know you are.”

She worked her hips back against me, pressed her ass into me as I slammed into her. I wanted to take every inch of her, make her feel me for days. I fucked her rough and she matched me. I knew she loved taking my cock, and I knew she liked it when I was rough to her. I was so fucking hard as I slammed into her.

“I love spreading this pussy wide along my cock,” I said. “I love making you beg for it.” I released her one hand and reached around her, working her clit. “You filthy fucking girl. I want to make you moan.”

I worked her clit as I fucked her and her only response was to moan louder, to work her hips faster, bucking back against me.

We fucked like that, rutting like animals, our bodies twisting and working together. I pinned her hard and fucked her harder, working her clit, moving her there, pushing her there. She was mine, all mine, her tight pussy was mine, her pretty mouth was mine, and I was going to take what I wanted. I was going to take every single inch of her dripping wet body.

Sweat was dripping from my brow as we worked together like that, my cock sliding along her slick pussy. Her moans got louder, more insistent as we reached a fever pitch, her ass slamming back against me. I wanted to break her so badly that it felt so fucking good, and just then, as I thrust harder, rougher, she began to come.

I kept it up. I worked her clit, fucking her mercilessly, and she gripped the wall with both hands, moaning, digging her fingers into the plaster. I took that pussy and made it mine as she came like the dirty fucking girl I knew she was.

When she finished, she looked over my shoulder with that look in her eyes, and I knew she was mine. It was a look that meant she wanted more.

“I’m going to make every inch of you mine,” I said, pulling out of her. She gasped.

I spit into my palm and rubbed it into my cock.

“Wyatt,” she said.

I pressed myself against her perfect ass and pushed all the way inside of her.

She tipped her head back, moaning. I filled her tight hole with my thick cock, slowly pushing deeper.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

“That’s right,” I said. “Every inch. Every fucking inch of you. I’m going to come inside of you, and you’re going to thank me.”

“Wyatt, I don’t know.”

I began to slowly slide in and out of her ass, fucking her gently, slowly at first, working her up to it. She moaned, face flat against the wall, but she took my cock without complaints.

“Do you fucking like that?” I asked, pulling her hair. “Do you like this big dick inside of your tight little ass?”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you even fit.”

“I knew you could take it.” I kept fucking her, pleasure rocking through my body. I was so fucking close already, desire and need ringing through me. I needed to release, needed to come in her little ass as I kept fucking her.

I began to thrust harder. She moaned, taking me, letting me fuck her how I wanted. I knew I was so fucking close as I continue to slide into her, pushing deeper and deeper.

“Come for me, Wyatt,” she begged.

“Fuck.” I groaned, gripping her hips, and I came in thick, heavy spurts. I came in her tight ass, filling her, groaning the whole time. “Shit,” I gasped.

She moaned, head tipped back. “Oh shit,” she said. “I can’t believe how good that felt.”

I slowly pulled out, shaking my head. “I nearly blacked out.”

She turned and looked at her panties. I picked them up and put them in my pocket. “These are mine now.”

She frowned. “I need those.”

“No. I want you to think about me keeping them. And the next time I see you, I’m going to gag you with them and fuck you until you can’t think.”

She stared at me for a moment then nodded. “I should go.”

I grabbed her and kissed her hard, pleasure and desire ringing through me.

This was my business partner, but she was so much more than that. I wanted every bit of her. Even after having what I wanted, I still needed more, like there was never enough of her.

I didn’t know where we were going, all I knew was that I wanted to get there with Louisa.