Desired Too (28 page)

I looked skeptically at him, “My father?”

He nodded. “They have a meeting set for this evening in one of the safe houses we have in New Jersey. From what I learned, it seemed Eddie called Don Basile on some information he got about Ms. Waters. He actually shared this information that he found with the Don and was instructed to make the call.”

Now that shit didn’t sound right. “Wait. Hold on a second, Darrell. You mean to tell me that Eddie met with my father about my woman pertaining to the Basile family? And based on that conversation, my father, the Don, called a meeting with this family to discuss
my woman
?”

“Yes, sir.”

The next question I asked was important because the answer I received from either Darrell or Hugo would define what I would do next.

“Did Russo or anyone from my father’s Capos tell you to inform me of this meeting?” I asked.

“No, sir,” Darrell responded. “No one has called me about the meeting.”

I kept my eye on my friend of over a decade, and I could tell that he was holding back.

I asked him. “You know what the meeting is about, don’t you?”

Darrell didn’t reply to me. He merely nodded.

The fact that he didn’t volunteer the information told me that whatever it was that he knew, I wasn’t going to like.

“All right then, Darrell. Spill it. What’s going on? What does Eddie know about Raquel?”

“You’re not going to like it,” he admitted.

“I figured as much. Tell me anyway.”

The moment that Darrell started talking, I felt the surge of rage through my veins. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I actually felt my veins about to burst. I balled my fists next to me to stop from slamming them into the wall, desk or Hugo and Darrell.

This was fucked up. No, this was beyond fucked up.

I took a few deep breaths and tried to center my mind. I’d known that she was in some shit, but I didn’t think it was to this extent.

The more and more Darrell spoke, the more my blood began to boil.

If I was honest, though, I think I was angrier with myself than with Raquel. My father warned me this would happen. I should have known shit was not right a week ago. I had hints to the fact, but my damn mind was clouded with everything Raquel Waters.

The last huge argument we had, I had given her two days to think about what she was truly getting into. In no way was I changing who I was. It was up to her to decide if she could deal with it or not. That night, I was resolved to the fact that I wouldn’t see her for a couple of days. What I didn’t expect was to see her that night.

I was sitting on my couch partaking in some of my calming devices, a cigar between my right index and middle finger, a glass of cognac in my left and smooth new age Jazz, a CD that Raquel bought, caressing my ears. I was getting my mind right for a fight when she came back home or a warpath if she didn’t, when I heard the garage door rise. I reached for my phone, pulled up the security feed and watched her park next to my Mustang.

I reclined further and closed my eyes.

I felt her presence enter the apartment. I waited for her to start going off, but she didn’t. No, she shocked the hell out of me when she climbed into my lap and buried her face in the crook of my neck.

“You okay?” I asked, kissed the side of her face and scooted further into the chair to give her more room.

She didn’t reply to me. She just wrapped her arms around me as best she could and moaned contently.

“Bella,” I called a little more firmly, trying to get her to speak to me, but she didn’t reply.

Something was wrong, and I remembered vaguely getting that feeling that she was in trouble. I actually should have known it the moment she entered the apartment. Her arrival anywhere was never quiet. When we were good and she came home or I did, she was up on her feet, kissing me or telling me about her day. When we’re not good and she’s pissed at me, she’s giving me the business.

However, that night she was quiet. She didn’t say a word to me. She just hugged me tight as if she needed me, needed my protection. I ended up putting my glass down on the cushion next to me and brought my hand to her face. I pushed her up so our eyes could meet. Seeing the fear in her eyes, the vulnerability in them should have been the final confirmation.

“Baby, what’s up?” I remembered asking, and I really was hell bent on getting some answers from her.

Well, as you can guess that didn’t happen. Why? Well, my woman fucked me up next by reaching for my glass and bringing it to her lips. Her gaze held me as she took the liquid down in one gulp. She then took my cigar and took a few puffs, blowing the smoke above my head.

I was in shock. I’d never seen her smoke, and she never eluded that she did. I watched eyes wide as shit, as she then stubbed out the cigar in my glass, brought her hands into my hair and kissed me. Her kiss was slow, seductive and meaningful. What I meant by meaningful was simple; my body knew instantly what she wanted. It responded in kind and, as she circled her center over my erection, I moved my hands underneath her shirt.

That night was one of the most erotic nights we’d ever had. Everything we did was slow. Our bodies seemed to be in harmony with each other and the music that was coming through the speakers. As we touched each other with our hands and lips, it seemed as though my sense of touch and feel heightened somehow.

Every time my fingers touched her body, I could feel a surge of electricity move through me. It made me want her more. It made me desire her with every fiber of my being. As she touched me and caressed me, I knew she felt the same.

When I finally removed her shirt and bra, she stood before me. She just looked down at me not moving, waiting for me to make the next move. I didn’t move at first. I just looked at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her brown skin seemingly glowed in the dim light of my apartment. Seeing her chest move up and down, noticing the longing in her eyes, I didn’t prolong the torture I was giving us both.

I brought my hands to her bare hips and, in an effort to do this once, made sure I pulled both her pants and underwear with me. However, finding she wasn’t wearing any panties made my chest swell even more… and my dick.

Raquel slowly pushed me back and climbed on top of me. She didn’t release me from my shorts. Instead, she kissed me more while caressing me underneath my t-shirt.

I gave her the control she desired, something I never did. Maybe I was changing.

Raquel took her time kissing my lips and running those beautiful full lips down my cheek to my neck. She nibbled and sucked, driving me fucking crazy, but I did nothing to further her along.

We were making love to each other without penetration, and it was incredible.

When she finally got my shirt off, I sat up and widened my legs in order to open her up to me. We looked at each other, neither one of us saying anything. I could sense her hunger for me growing stronger. I could practically taste her. I definitely smelled her heavenly desires, but I didn’t ravish her. I didn’t know why this was happening at this moment, but it was, and I didn’t want to mess this up because I knew once our bodies finally connected, it would be unfucking believable.

However, I still wanted to stroke her. Therefore, I brought up my left hand and softly placed it on the side of her cheek. I took my right hand, traced her spine all the way down to her ass and found her sweet center. I tickled her there as we kissed, as I caressed her nipples with my tongue. I didn’t go fast or move forcefully inside her; I tickled her. In turn, her moans were soft and quiet. Her movements were slow. Her earth shattering orgasm was profound with just the grip of my neck and the shutter of her body.

Fuck, I was burning for her. I wanted to slam into her hard, but again I used restraint. Surprising, I know. I was surprising myself. She pushed me back against the couch, finally releasing me from my prison. And as she buried me within her drenched walls, we muffled both of our cries with the embrace of each other’s lips.

We made love slow. She ground her hips against mine, and I met her torturous rhythm unabated. We didn’t stay there. I couldn’t feel enough of her, and I felt restrained, still imprisoned. I leaned forward and stood with all intentions of walking with me still inside her to my bed, but we never made it there. I couldn’t take it anymore so lay on the plush rug right next to the couch with her on top of me.

We managed to touch every surface of my apartment; touching, kissing, fondling and making sweet love to each other for …shit, I didn’t know how long. I had never experienced anything like it, and I was completely grateful that I was able to experience that with her, with the woman that I loved.

As I said, things changed after that night. She still griped a bit when I took over or when I was forceful or controlling, but that was it. I thought it was a victory for me. Hell, I even saw her get nasty with one of my “sometimes,” which, by the way, was a complete turn on.

Raquel and I were partying in the VIP section of Silk. Raquel had been rubbing her ass on me all night, so much so that I pulled her in a dark corner of the room and fucked her up against the wall. She brought it on herself, mind you. Don’t worry; we were the only people in the room at the time. Actually, I told Darrell to put everyone out of the room. I couldn’t wait until we got home and I wasn’t fucking her in some bathroom stall. Right up against the wall was fine. Shit, it was glorious.

What happened afterward nearly made me fuck her on the dance floor in front of everyone. After our session against the wall, she left to go freshen up. She was taking too long for my comfort and even though I sent someone with her, it was still unnerving. So, I left in search of her and ran right into Lucy.

She looked good, I must say. I smiled at her, leaned in, and said my hello.

Unfortunately, for her, she took this as an opening. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to bring my lips to hers. I was pissed that she was even touching me without permission. I didn’t allow that, and she knew it. Shit, before I could push her off me, a hand came between both her and me, clasping Lucy’s mouth. The next thing I knew, Lucy was forced away from me by her face… hard. Raquel was suddenly standing in front of me like a bodyguard, ready to beat some ass.

My dick was hard as a rock, which also made me a second too late for what happened next. Lucy, apparently thinking she was a beast, actually swung on Raquel. Well, I should say she attempted. Raquel reacted so quick that I really question if Lucy actually balled her fists. Raquel’s punch to Lucy’s face caused her to fall back, this time into no one and the back of her head met the floor.

My Cara Mia decided she was going to finish her off and headed in Lucy’s direction before I gripped her up by her waist. I turned my back to Lucy and faced the dance floor before I let Raquel go.

Raquel then turned her anger on me. “What the fuck did I tell you, Leonetti?”

I put my hands up defensively, but I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin on my face. “
Cara Mia
, you are so fucking hot.”

Raquel folded her arms. “Oh, no, that shit isn’t going to fly. Were you just going to kiss that bitch?”

I picked up Raquel, wrapping my arms around her ass. “Baby, there is no way I want any other’s taste on my lips, but yours. You just got to her before I did, that’s all. You are badass. Do you know that?”

I kissed her in front of everyone, and this wasn’t some little peck. No, I stuck my tongue down her throat, trying my best to touch her tonsils.

I did manage to tell her, “I can’t wait to get you home.”

She smiled and said in my ear, “Who said we have to wait until we get home?”

I mean, music to my ears, right?

You see? Everything was fine. I actually thought we were heading somewhere and now that I think back, maybe she was just distracting me from the truth.

I wanted to murder someone, that’s how pissed I was. I didn’t want to hear what Darrell, Eddie, my father, or Basile had to say about my woman. I wanted to fucking hear it from her. I needed to get to the bottom of her betrayal, of her lies. However, when my eyes finally opened, I didn’t move. I actually felt a calming feeling come over me. It didn’t diminish the rage in me, it channeled it.

I had business to take care of. It was simple as that. I didn’t have time to deal with Raquel’s betrayal and treachery right now. Don’t get me wrong; oh, I
would
deal with her. But right now, I had other pressing matters. I stood and fixed my jacket. The steel under my arms were calling me, but I quieted their cries for release.
It will happen soon enough.

I moved to Darrell.

“You find that son of a bitch, Innis, Igor, whatever the fuck his name is, and do it now,” I told him. “Before I go to sleep tonight, I want him, do you understand?”

Darrell stiffened and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I looked at Hugo. “Where is she?”

“Stink is with her.”

“I want to know how in the fuck he missed this shit,” I barked.

Darrell stepped up and said to me, “I know that too. There’s some shit going on under your nose, boss.”

I scoffed. “No shit. However, it stops tonight. I’m tired of being fucking tried. That shit is over. You call Russo, get the meeting place for tonight, and tell him to let my father know that I will be there. After that, you hunt that fucker down.” I moved until I was inches from Darrell. “I want him alive, Darrell. I don’t care how you get him to me, but I want him alive, breathing and coherent.”