Hitman's Desire: A Bad Boy Romance (13 page)

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ord travels
fast that the Commission is no longer in existence and that Dominic is dead. Everyone knows I am responsible. I approach the American Terrace building with a hint of trepidation. I am either going to be shot on site, or given a hero’s welcome.

I approach the main doors, and the two guards swing them open wide.

“Evening, boss,” one of them says.

I nod back at him, a little surprised. In the lobby, Tony the Ant is waiting for me, along with all the capos in the Falco family. Tony can barely contain his excitement. “Good to see you, boss. We all heard the good news.”

“Boss?”

“You took out Dominic. That makes you boss. You took out the other bosses. The other families are running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Talk on the street is they want to come into the fold under your leadership.”

I pondered this for a moment.

“I can’t tell you how excited we all are. Finally, some new blood. Somebody with guts. Somebody who can get things done. The Commission was stale. Unethical. They refused to change and keep up with the times.” Tony looks at me wide-eyed. “Tell me you’ll take the position?”

“Is everyone here in agreement?” I ask.

All the capos nod.

“See, you got our full support,” Tony says.

“What about those loyal to Dominic?”

“Shit, nobody was loyal to Dominic. And if they were, they ain’t around now.” Tony grins. It seemed that anyone who remained loyal to Dominic was killed while I was gone.

“I’ll think about it,” I say, then hand him the garment bag of weapons. I slip off my coat jacket and the tactical vest, revealing my bloody shirt.

Tony’s eyes bulge. “You okay, boss?”

“Just a scratch. Get the Doc over here for a little touch up.”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m due for a honeymoon with my wife.” I push through the lobby to the elevators.

“I see, gotta clear it with the Mrs.,” Tony says.

The crowd of capos chuckle.

I make my way back to Sal’s apartment. The two guards are still standing outside the door—Cadillac Jack and Freddy Four Cents.

“Welcome back, boss,” Cadillac Jack says. “She’s safe and sound, just like you left her.”

“Will you be needing us anymore this evening, sir,” Freddy asks.

“No, that will be all,” I say.

The two men take off down the hall.

I knock on the door. “It’s me, baby. Let me in.”

Scarlett pulls open the door, and her eyes light up when she sees me. She flings her arms around me. I wince with pain as she squeezes tight. But I ignore the discomfort—she feels so good. Her touch overwhelms any agony. I feel her warm body against mine, and it’s heaven.

She sees the blood on my shirt, and her eyes grow wide. “Oh my God, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Her worried eyes gaze at me, skeptically. “What about Dominic?”

“Dead.”

I see a subtle glimmer of relief in her eye. “And the Commission?”

“There is no Commission.”

“No Commission?” Her eyes go wide. “Who’s going to take over?”

“I want to talk to you about that.”

“Don’t tell me they want you to take over the family?”

I nod.

“Are you?”

“How do you think that would work out—a mob boss married to an FBI agent?”

“Badly,” She says. “But I won’t try to change you if you don’t try to change me.”

“I have no intention of changing you. I think you’re perfect.” Her eyes sparkle and I feel emotion swirl inside of me. I pull her close and press my lips against hers. We melt into one another.

God I love this woman.

I kiss my wife deeply. A spark of passion ignites within me. My cock surges with a need only she can fulfill. We devour each other, and she moans with scorching desire. I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom—pain be damned.

I throw her down onto the bed. I peel my bloody shirt off and toss it aside. She sits up on the edge of the bed and grabs my waistband. She pulls me close, undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. My slacks fall down my thighs, pooling at my ankles. My wife looks up at me with hungry eyes. Then her full lips trace the outline of my cock over my cotton boxer briefs. Her hot breath on my skin sends tingles through my body.

She slips her delicate fingers into the elastic waistband. She pulls my underwear down over my hips. My cock springs free, almost smacking her in the face. She grabs my hips and pulls me close. Her satiny tongue circles the head of my cock, licking up a drop of my nectar. Then her plush lips encircle my shaft and she takes all of me deep into her throat. She strokes me with both hands as her lips work magic. Her tongue swirls around me. I can think of no better way to put a shitty day behind me.

I can’t believe that she is mine. That I can have her every day for the rest of my life.

I grab a fistful of her hair and tug her away from my throbbing cock. She looks up at me with doe-eyes and swollen wet lips, dripping with saliva. “I want inside of you.”

“I like the way you think,” she grins.

I push her back onto the bed. She’s wearing a white dress shirt, taken from Sal’s closet. I pull it apart, ripping the buttons. They scatter and roll across the hardwood floor. She’s still wearing the bikini underneath. I pull the string, and the fabric of her bottoms goes slack. I toss the dainty thing aside, and dive in between her thighs. Her skin is so smooth and fragrant. I tease her with my tongue until she can’t take it anymore. Then I plunge myself into her core. I suck and flick until she is at the brink of ecstasy—then I take her over the edge. She writhes and convulses in multiple waves. Her sweet juices flow. Her hands clutch the sheets tight, and she screams with joy. I feel her thighs tighten and contract. Then her delicate body quivers.

But I’m not done yet.

I slide up her body and kiss her plump lips. My thickness finds her wet center, and I part her velvety lips. She gasps as my shaft strokes deep into her eager pussy. It tightens, molding perfectly to my form. She was custom made to fit me.

She is mine, and I am hers. She is the sun, the moon, and the stars.

My hands find her supple breasts as I stroke in and out, fervently. I untie her bikini top and brush it aside. Her legs wrap around my waist, taking in all of me. Her body arches, and my mouth finds her breasts. My tongue circles her perky nipples. We move together in perfect harmony. Sweat coats our bodies. Our skin glides against each other. Passion consumes us.

I slam my length inside of her until she comes again. Scarlett cries out in bliss, and I explode inside of her. Her tight pussy milks every ounce from my erupting cock. I plant my seed deep in her womb. We collapse in each other’s arms.

I have never felt so complete as I do with her. I never thought I’d be capable of such love.

I
thought
about walking away from the mob. I could have done it. All of my enemies were dead. I could have finally gotten out of that life. But Scarlett and I agreed that the power vacuum was to great. No telling who would step up to take control. And that could have been disastrous.

I took the job as boss of the Falco family. I can keep Scarlett, and this city, safer that way. The other families came under my control. Now, I am the most powerful gangster in history.

Under my leadership, I’ve optimized the organization. It has become a well oiled machine. Revenue is up, and violent crime is down. I’ve banned objectionable activities, and I’ve used my authority to move the organization in more legitimate directions. And we’ve become more profitable because of it.

Don’t get me wrong, every now and then, somebody has to get whacked. But the violence stays within the mob. No civilians. Ever. As a result, crime is at an all time low, and everybody is happy about that. Even the FBI.

Technically, I’ve done more to lower crime than their task force. Because of that, they leave me alone. We have an unspoken agreement. Still, I get a twinge of nervousness every time I walk into the field office to see Scarlett. But that’s not about to keep me away from my wife. I’m here so often, that nobody gives me odd looks anymore. The agents wave and smile and say hello. It’s all rather surreal.

I carry a big bouquet of red roses through the office. Scarlett’s eyes light up when she sees me. She pushes away from her desk and holds her round belly as she stands. She’s seven months pregnant. And we’re both excited and terrified at the same time.

She embraces me with a tight hug and kisses my lips. She takes the vase of flowers from me and sets them on her desk. Today is her last day of work before maternity leave.

Over the last several months, she was able to tie Veronica to Vic Falco’s murder via a DNA match on the blonde strands of hair found at the crime scene. Veronica is now serving a life term in a maximum security prison.

“These are beautiful,” Scarlett says. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.” Then I pull a box of chocolates from behind my back.

“You definitely didn’t have to do this.”

I shrug. “I’ll eat them if you don’t want them,” I tease.

“I didn’t say that.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me passionately. I feel my heart swell, and desire bloom.

“Careful, or your co-workers might get the wrong impression.”

“What, that I absolutely adore my husband?” Her smile beams.

“Or that your husband absolutely adores you.” I smile back and slide my hand down to her belly. I can’t believe we’re having a child together. I’m so excited, I can barely contain myself. Neither of us know yet if we are having a boy or girl. We want to be surprised. Though it is the subject of endless debate and speculation.

I think it’s a boy.

I’m filled with joy and my heart is about to burst. I never thought I could feel such emotion. I never thought I would know true love. I hold Scarlett in my arms and bask in the wonderful future we have together.

I am the luckiest man alive.

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