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Ryan

2 years later

Two years of pure fucking torture. Only being able to look from afar at the only woman I longed to pound into wasn’t something I ever imagined having to deal with. I wasn’t used to not getting what I wanted, and that tormented me. There was no other way, though. She was strictly off limits, and I was totally fucked!

I stood, slowly inhaling the last of my cigarette. I didn't like to be kept waiting, and Tony knew it. "Sorry, Man," he smirked, finally walking out of the Valenti Mansion while buttoning up his pants. "Trixie is a little demanding today." The lucky fucker. Trixie was the most desirable female at the club. Cherries was renowned for its beautiful women, but Tony’s girl was in a class of her own. She’d been making my dick permanently hard for the last two years, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It didn't help that she had killer legs that went on for miles and made me think about her pussy each time I gazed at them. The sight of her breasts made my mouth water, and her fucking incredible, long, wild brown hair…Fuck, I fantasized at least three times a day about holding onto it while I fucked her hard from behind.

"Are we going to the fucking club or not?" I snarled.

"You need to get some, Ryan," he snorted. "You can't keep dreaming about what I have."

"I get plenty, thank you." Yeah, I fucked a lot of women, but that didn't stop me from wanting
her
. Despite the amount of pussy I got, it never seemed to quench my need for Trixie, and the fact that I could
never
have her didn’t stop me from wanting exactly that.

The rest of the boys were already at Cherries, and Tony was quick to get the drinks brought over. We had come to talk business, after all. There were plans in the works to hijack a large drug shipment tomorrow night, and we needed to prepare.

My job practically fell in my lap over seven years ago. I had been involved in a street fight that Tony's father, Carlo, had witnessed. I was just as fucked up then as I was now. I could kill with my fists if I wanted to, and almost did on many occasions when I was younger. Carlo liked that in me; he saw a rawness that reminded him of himself and decided to take me in. He quickly became like a father figure to me, teaching me at quite a young age how to fire a gun and the general rules of underground crime. I would willingly die for him, and served as his number two, under Tony, which I was fucking proud of. I wasn't family, but I knew Carlo trusted me more than some of his own flesh and blood.

"Are we ready?" Carlo asked, taking a seat between Tony and me awhile later.

"Yes," Tony glared, downing his whiskey. He and his father didn't get along. He wanted Carlo's power, but was too young to understand that that amount of respect only came from experience. He was in too much of rush to grow up and be the Dom, and if he didn't calm down, the idiot was going to get himself killed.

"Ryan, I want you to take the lead on this one." I gaped at Carlo. What the
fuck
? Me,
lead
? No fucking way!

"But Father!" Tony tried to interrupt but Carlo continued.

"You've been ready for some time now. I want to see what you've got." He patted me on the back. "What do you say?"

"Thank you. I don't know
what
to say."

"Go and get a bottle of my favorite bourbon and we'll celebrate," Carlo suggested. Fuck, my dick started twitching as soon as I looked toward the bar. There she was: the goddess. Trixie was leaning over the bar in a tight, black dress, her legs long and incredible, as always. Her hair was tamed tonight, long and sleek. Shit, I would have given anything to be able to slam into her from behind at that exact moment. I wouldn't give a fuck who would be watching, either.

The closer I got to her, the harder my dick throbbed.

"Good evening, Ryan," Trixie smirked, eyeing me seductively. She was such a fucking flirt and that didn't help matters.

"Hello, Trixie." Her name always rolled off my tongue. I wanted more than her name to roll off my tongue, though. Oh the things I would do to that woman if I were given half a chance. I'd fuck her raw, leaving dents in her pussy walls from my cock. I was such a dirty fucker, but
fuck
me, I wanted her.

"You have
got
to stop looking at me like that," she giggled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Christ, her breasts were fucking perfect, and I could see them even better now that her hair wasn't covering them. "It’ll get you into trouble one day."

"I have no idea what you mean." With a crooked smile, I gestured to the bartender for a bottle of bourbon. My grin usually worked on females, making them drop their panties within seconds, but Trixie had always been immune.

"I heard that you're taking the lead tomorrow," she commented, casually sipping her cocktail. I was mesmerized by her deep red lips and subconsciously licked my own.

“News travels fast.”

“Doesn’t it always around here? I swear it’s worse than high school. Just be careful.”

"Be careful, yourself. Anyone that overheard you just now would think you were worried about me," I chuckled, trying to brush off the concern on her face before I moved back to the table.

Carlo, the boys, and I finished off the entire bottle of bourbon while I watched Trixie onstage. She was a dancer, but nothing too seedy. Tony wouldn't allow it. She was too beautiful for that, anyway. Still, with one sway of her hips, I was always captivated. That was something that would never change.

Tony, the
stupid
motherfucker, had finally lost it, and the hijacking ended with him taking a bullet in the leg. If I hadn't shot the gunman down, Tony would've been pushing up daisies right about now. Why didn’t that fucker ever
listen
to me? Why couldn’t he let me lead like Carlo wanted? Stupid, dumb, fucking
idiot
!

"Oh, God!" Trixie cried while Bennett and I carried Tony into his house. We'd already called the doctor. "What happened?"

"The stupid fucking idiot couldn't follow orders!" I snarled, pushing him down onto the couch in the front room.

"I had it!" Tony winced as Trixie wrapped a cloth around his leg and pulled it tight.

"Yeah, it looks like it," she grumbled. Shit! While she was kneeling on the floor in front of Tony, I could see right down her top. A fucking black lace bra? You have
got
to be kidding me.

"Where is he?" I heard Carlo before I saw him, his voice laced with concern. The doctor was close behind him. "Will you
ever
learn, Son?" he hissed. "What the fuck happened? I thought we had agreed on Ryan leading this one."

"Tony tried to act like the big man, as usual," Bennett glared. "If it wasn't for Ryan, your son would be dead right now."

"Is that true?" Carlo glared at Tony, throwing his arms up in the air. "You can't win these battles alone! You
have
to let Ryan help you. How will you ever take over for me if you can't even trust your second in command?"

"I trust him," Tony muttered, looking over at me.

"He just doesn't like me having the control," I added. I fucking knew what it was all about. I didn't
want
to take Carlo’s place, and the sooner Tony realized that, the better it would be for everyone. I just wanted to fuck his girlfriend...with his permission, of course.

"Just let the doctor fix you up," Carlo stressed to his son. "Trixie, can you show Doctor Banks to one of the spare rooms? Bennett and Adam will help Tony get there." I watched Trixie as she stood, hypnotized by her fucking perfection. Tony was such a lucky asshole to have her, but he didn’t give a shit. He was constantly dipping his dick in any pussy that wandered his way, the fucking idiot.

Fuck, if Trixie were mine… I shook my head to clear it. Thoughts like that were likely to get me killed someday. The one thing I did know for sure, though, was that hers would be the only pussy my dick would visit for the rest of eternity if it were possible. How could that dumb fucker think
any
woman was better than her? He was fucking insane.

"Come have a drink with me, Ryan," Carlo muttered. Wordlessly, I followed him into the study. As he poured us both a glass of bourbon, he spoke again. "It would seem that I’m in your debt."

"It was nothing. I was just doing my job."

"You've gotten my son out of many scrapes over the years."

"He's like a brother to me. I have to watch his back."

"You never ask for anything in return, though," Carlo commented thoughtfully.

"There’s only one thing I want, and he would never agree to it."

"Oh, yes…Trixie," he chuckled. "Well, that would be up to the two of them."

"I would never degrade her that way. Besides, Trixie has never been interested in me like that." I knew it for a fact. Hell, I'd lost count of the number of times I’d asked if I could fuck her. She would always just roll her eyes at me and tell me to sober up before Tony beat the shit out of me.

"Tony doesn't treat her with the respect she deserves." Didn't I fucking know that?

"Yet she still cares for him." No matter how badly Tony treated her, Trixie never seemed to let it get to her. She was always there for him, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon, whether I understood it or not.

"What can I offer you, Ryan? You can have anything."

"You know what I want, just like you know that Tony will never agree. Let’s just drop it."

“Is there nothing else? Surely there must be
something
. You’re like a son to me, Ryan. Tony doesn’t realize how lucky we are to have you on our side, but I do. Trixie can’t be the only thing you fantasize about.” I wasn’t sure why, but my dream car suddenly crossed my mind. Okay, it wasn’t Trixie, but it
was
the next best thing. Could I be that fucking greedy? Oh, fuck it! Carlo had the money, and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at my request. Hell, he could buy a whole
fleet
of Bugatti Veyrons, and it would
still
be like chump change to him.

“Well, there is this car…”

“Tell me more,” he smirked, pouring us another bourbon.
Fucking hell, was he for real?

It was late when I exited the study. I was just about to leave the mansion when a sweet voice called to me, stopping me in my tracks. Trixie was wrapped up in her robe with my favorite silver stilettos on.