Jerked: A Stepbrother Mob Romance (City Series) (22 page)

“That’s insane.”

“Yeah, maybe it is.”

“So then why would he send Vince into the house? That doesn’t make sense.”

He shook his head. “I’m guessing Davin told him not to do anything too direct, and he didn’t listen. Probably got cocky from evading us for so long.”

“So, that’s it? His plan failed because Vince didn’t listen?”

“His plan failed because he’s a snake motherfucker, and I’m the better man. His plan failed because he didn’t think I’d be able to take on Fabrizio.”

I laughed, unable to help myself. Even in a sling, Colin looked like he could dominate a room with only a cocky smile and his pinky finger.

“What now?”

“That’s what I’m here to talk to you about.”

I could tell by his tone that I wasn’t going to like what he had to say.

“Okay, let’s get it over with then.”

He took a deep breath. “Davin has to be punished.”

I stared at him for a second, taking that in. “What does that mean?”

“Bren, he tried to hurt you. He helped that psycho ex of yours terrorize you.”

“But how will you punish him?”

“We’re not sure yet. I was hoping you’d tell me.”

I blinked at him. “You want me to decide?”

“It’s actually your dad’s idea.”

“Why?”

He leaned back and shrugged. “I don’t know. If I had my way, I’d put a bullet in his head and move on.”

“Is that ... is that an option?”

He nodded. “It’s always an option.”

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “This is too much. Why does he want me to decide?”

“I think he just wants to avoid upsetting you. It’s his weird way of apologizing for everything, too.”

“I don’t know what to say. This is actually a little upsetting. You want me to choose whether a guy lives or dies?”

He nodded. “Okay. I get it. Leave it to me, then.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Don’t think about it, Bren. I’m going to do what has to be done.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if Davin gets killed because of me.”

He stood up, walked over to me, and kneeled down in front of me. His gaze was serious and intense, as if he were trying to look directly into my soul.

“Whatever happens won’t be your fault.”

“But I’m the one who’s supposed to choose.”

He shook his head. “Listen to me. That was just a dumb idea your dad had. Whatever happens is on me. And I can handle it.”

“You’ve done so much already.”

“And I’ll keep doing more.”

“Why?” I asked, suddenly unsure of myself. “Why are you doing all of this?”

He stared at me. “You know why.”

“Say it,” I whispered.

“You’re fucking mine. That’s why.”

I nodded. “I love you,” I said softly.

He grinned. “I know. And I’m yours, too.”

I looked away, blushing, afraid of the intense and cocky look he was giving me. He reached out, pulled my face toward him, and crushed his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. It was the first time I had told a man I loved him first, and it was the first time I really meant it. I kissed him back with everything inside of me, fear and guilt and uncertainty all melting away.

Finally, he pulled back from the kiss.

“That’s why I’ll keep doing this for you. So, don’t worry about Davin. I’ll take care of it.”

I nodded, breathless. “Okay.”

He stood. “Now I’ve got some shit to take care of. I’ll be back later.” He turned to go.

“Wait,” I said, standing. “There’s one more thing.”

He looked back at me. “I was waiting for this.”

“The adoption.”

He nodded. “What about it?”

“Are you going to sign?”

“I’m surprised you care so much.”

My jaw nearly fell open. “Are you kidding? After what I just said?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s no big deal, people do it all the time. It’s not like we’re blood related or anything.”

“Gross. Colin, that’s gross.”

“Come on, you know you like it.”

“No, you asshole. God, you can really piss me off.” I felt the anger from the past few weeks suddenly return and begin to boil over. “You idiot. You’ve been messing with me all this time. I’m so sick of opening myself up to guys like you just to have you crush me again because you’re too busy furthering your own personal career or whatever you call being a criminal.”

“Bren—” he said, trying to interrupt.

“No, you listen to me. Don’t interrupt. If we’re doing this, you’re not going to be my stepbrother. That’s the end of it. I’m tired of getting walked all over. No more uncertainty.”

“Are you done?” he said.

I clenched my jaw. “Yes, I’m done. Asshole.”

His face broke out into a huge grin.

“I think this is our first fight,” he said, laughing.

“This isn’t funny, you dick. Why are you laughing?”

“I didn’t sign the papers.”

I looked at him for a second. “Oh.”

“Wait here.”

Before I could say anything, he turned and walked inside quickly. I stood there feeling like a total jerk for a minute until he came back carrying a packet of papers.

He held them out for me. “Here.”

I took them and skimmed through the text. They looked like adoption papers, with a whole bunch of legalistic clauses and language that I couldn’t begin to understand at first glance. Finally, I got to the last page, and noticed that my dad had signed, but Colin had not.

I looked back up at him. “This doesn’t mean you won’t, though.”

He held out his hand. “Give them to me.”

I handed them back. He put one corner in his mouth and tore them right down the middle. He walked over to the edge of the roof and tossed the papers up into the wind. They fluttered softly for a second, caught in the breeze, and were scattered out over the city.

“There. That’s done. You can stop worrying about it.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or to cry. “All this time....” I said, shaking my head.

He shrugged. “I didn’t know what was happening here. Now it’s in the open.”

“You didn’t think to say anything?”

“Not a chance, Princess.”

I shook my head. “Unbelievable.”

“Is it? I don’t know. I would call all those earth-shattering orgasms I’ve given you ‘unbelievable,’ but not that.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Even with one arm, you’re still a cocky bastard.”

“It’s easy to be cocky when you can back it up.”

He stepped close to me and pulled me against him. I could feel his dick hard underneath his pants. I shook my head.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do. But you look too fucking hot in those yoga pants.”

“I wear these all the time.”

“And I fuck you all the time.”

He crushed my lips in another kiss, opening his mouth and letting his tongue roam across mine. I realized that it was our first kiss without anything hanging over our heads. We both knew where the other stood, and we weren’t ever going to be brother and sister.

As he kissed me, I felt his free hand press itself down my yoga pants and begin to softly stroke my clit. I shivered, feeling the wetness increase.

“Wait,” I said, pulling away. “What about your arm?”

He grinned as he touched me. I let out a soft moan.

“I could get you off limbless and blindfolded.”

“You make that sound so sexy.”

“Gunshot or not, I’m more man than you’ll ever need.”

I didn’t answer, because he was too busy kissing me again, and I was too busy giving in to his desire. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his fingers pressed beneath my panties and rubbed my swollen and needy clit. I was soaked through and giving in to him, because I’d always give in to him. I didn’t have the strength to resist.

He walked me forward until I felt the backs of my legs hit up against the seat of a chair. I sat down and began to unbuckle his pants. Before I dropped them around his ankles, he fished a condom out of his pocket.

I felt the outline of his hard cock through his boxer briefs, marveling again at its size. He was always ready for me, rock hard in a second, and I knew I could always rely on his dick. I slid his underwear down and he stepped out of his pants and his underwear.

I spit in my hand and he grinned as I began to stroke his dick.

“Shirt off,” he ordered.

I laughed. “Get it yourself,” I teased.

“You either take it off or I tear it off. Your choice.”

I laughed then pulled my shirt up and off. He looked hungrily at my breasts and reached down to fondle them as I kissed the tip of his dick. He grunted, squeezing, and I slid him into my mouth. I sucked him hard, pushing it down into my throat, looking up at him.

“My favorite view in the world,” he said. “My cock in your pretty throat.”

I began to suck him slowly, up and down his shaft, using my hand to trail along behind my lips. He grunted his pleasure and I sped up, working him hard. I could tell I was soaked through and practically aching for him, but I wanted him to love it. I wanted to suck his cock and make him happy because he more than deserved it. Plus, I loved having his heavy dick in my mouth, and I loved the grunts he made as I sucked him faster and faster.

Finally, after a minute or two, he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off of him. He leaned forward and kissed me hungrily, and I returned his desire. He pulled me up to my feet and roughly spun me around. I gasped, loving how strong he was even with only one arm, as he tugged down my pants. I was aching and soaked for him, and loved being exposed up on the roof.

I watched over my shoulder as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and used his one hand to roll it over his dick.

“Impressive,” I said.

“Told you. One hand is enough.”

He stepped close, tugging at my hips, and I felt his tip press against my entrance. I groaned, tossing my hair back, as he pressed deep into me with one practiced thrust.

“Shit,” I gasped. “That never gets old.”

“You’re damn right, it doesn’t.”

He began to stroke in and out of me slowly, filling me up.

“Is your arm okay?” I asked.

He answered by slapping my ass hard.

“Ask about it again.”

“I’m just making sure—“

He spanked me again, harder. I gasped at the pain, but it was quickly masked by his hand reaching around my hips and rubbing my clit. I threw my head back and moaned at the combination of his big cock and his practiced fingers working my soaked-through pussy.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned.

“Maybe two hands is too much for you,” he said. “Maybe I’ll have to wear a sling more often.”

“I’ll take whatever,” I moaned, not really able to think.

“I know you will.”

He continued to thrust deep into me, mercilessly working my body. I bucked my hips back against him, losing myself in the pleasure and the stimulation. I needed him more and more, wanted every inch, and he had plenty to give.

I felt him lean forward, his hand still gently and skillfully working my clit, and his cock still thrust deep into me.

“You’re fucking mine now, Brenna.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine. Your big, perfect tits are mine.”

“Everything is yours.”

“And I’m going to take you as much as I want.”

“Please,” I moaned, shivers running up my spine.

“Please what?”

“Please, make me come,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, god—fuck, yes, make me come.”

He leaned back and began to fuck me harder, his thrusts slapping up against my ass, and his hand still working my clit. I worked my hips back against him, taking every inch of him, losing myself in the sweat and the heat that was his body.

I was his in every inch of my being, and he was mine. His thick cock was mine, his perfect sculpted body was mine, his cocky attitude and his strength were all mine.

I reached back and grabbed his hips, working my ass, and the orgasm rolled through me. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, not caring who heard. I came hard on his dick and with abandon, unable to control myself. I felt him stiffen behind me and heard him grunt, clearly having his own orgasm, and I kept working and rocking my hips in circles as he thrust into me.

We came down together, slowly, sweating in the heat of the day. Once it was done, he pulled himself out of me and collapsed onto a chair. I climbed into his lap, careful of his arm, and curled myself against him.

“Fuck, girl, you’re too much,” he said.

I smiled. “Yeah, you’re not bad yourself.”

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, and I enjoyed his heat and the thump of his heart. Finally, he stirred.

“I really do have something to do right now,” he said softly.

I laughed. “Sorry, I totally forgot.”

I stood up and watched him pull the condom from his softening dick. He walked over and tossed it into a trashcan then pulled his underwear and pants back on. I watched him struggle a bit, but decided not to help.

Finally, he looked up at me.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

He laughed.

“I will.”

W
e stood facing down the Italians in an empty parking lot at around midnight. The lights cast a ghoulish glow around our men as we shifted nervously from side to side. Fabrizio stood next to me, his wrists tied together with rope, his mouth bound with duct tape. I glanced over at Jimmy, standing with a grave look on his face behind his men, and I nodded at him. He gave me a tight smile in response.

Each side had at least twenty men, and everyone was armed to the teeth. It was one of the biggest shows of force our two gangs had gone through in a long time. There was no reason for bloodshed, since everyone wanted the same thing, but still—in our line of work, it was better safe than sorry.

O’Brian walked out into the center of the lot and stood alone between our two groups.

“Most honorable Don,” he called out. “We have the rat prisoner that has been evading your people for so long.”

An older man in a long trench coat stepped forward to meet O’Brian. The Don of the Italians was a thin man with jet black hair graying at the sides and a sharp, hooked nose. He was an intense man, though I had no real experience with him at all. I had only ever heard rumors, and the rumors were all the same: violent, intelligent, and dangerous.