Revenge | A Steamy Mafia Bad Boy Romance (8 page)

Chapter 18

“I’m glad you’re doing okay, dad.” She smiles into the phone as she leans against the balcony, the breeze blowing through her hair as the sunshine beams down on her skin. “Yes, we’re doing fine, too. There was a lizard in our bathtub when we checked in! It was pretty gross.”

  She smiles deeper, biting her bottom lip as she feels Andrei come up behind her and wrap his hands around her waist.

“Did you remember to put the burritos in the freezer once they cooled?” She asks, giggling as Andrei reaches up to unbutton the buttons on her loose, lace, white pool cover. “I know, I know, I’m just asking. I worry about you, you know.”

  She turns around, leaning against Andrei’s sun-kissed chest.

“Okay, well if you need anything at all, just call and I’ll do what I can, okay, dad?” She says as Andrei grips her hand and tries to pull her off the balcony. “Okay, love you, too… Bye.”

  She hangs up her phone, laughing as she steps into their hotel room before placing the mobile on the round table beside the window.

“We’re spending more time in the bedroom than on the beach, Andrei…” She whispers as she runs the palm of her hand over Andrei’s solid pecs.

“What else is there to do on vacation?” He asks, slowly pulling her thin blouse off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

  He reaches behind her neck, untying the strings holding her bikini top up before letting the soft fabric slink down her chest as he reaches around her back and unties the band.

  She pulls him over to the bed, smiling coyly as she pushes him down to the mattress.

  Andrei moans as he feels Jennifer’s palms press against his thighs as she drags them up to his waist.

  She unties the knot at his waist as she massages over his stiffening meat before pulling down his loosened trunks, allowing his cock to pop free.

  He moans, gripping the sheets as she wraps her fingers around his shaft as she drags her tongue along the rim of his head before sucking the tip into her mouth.

  Jennifer presses her lips tightly against his shaft as she sinks him down her throat before pulling her head back up and swirling her tongue over the tip.

  She smiles, licking her lips as Andrei pulls her up into his lap before rolling her over onto her back.

“I want you so bad…” He whispers to her, his voice low and trembling as he kicks off his swimming shorts.

  He pulls down her bikini bottoms, dragging them over her tanned flesh and pulling them down her legs before tossing them across the room.

  Jennifer gasps, giggling as Andrei pushes her knees apart before grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him.

  He positions himself between her legs as he paws at his cock, pumping his palm up and down over the shaft as he nears closer to her.

“Oh, Andrei…” She moans as she feels his silky tip thread up and down between her soaking lips before he presses his thickness into her entrance, stretching her.

  She wraps her arms around his back, pulling him closer to her as his hips rock them back and forth as he drags himself in and out of her aching sex.

  Jennifer moans out as she feels Andrei’s cock swell inside of her as he grunts into her shoulder, bucking erratically as he spills his seed.

  She pants as he falls down beside her, his chest heaving as he rolls onto his back before stretching his arms above his head.

“Can we please go to the beach now, Andrei?” She whispers to him, crawling up beside him and rubbing the palm of her hand over his chest.

“Beach now?” He asks, sitting up slightly to look at the pink and golden sky as the sun sets over the water.

  He rolls onto his side, surrounding her with his warmth as he lets his head fall back onto the pillow as he closes his eyes, a small smirk upturning his lips as he pulls her up to his body, holding her there tightly.

“I’d much rather just lay here… with you.”

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters are over the age of majority and all sexual acts are completely consensual.

Fear

(Bad Boy Mafia Pregnancy Romance)

First edition. May 18
th
, 2016.

Copyright © 2016 Rose Cody

Written By Rose Cody

Chapter 1

Johnny

  I guess being a gangster was just always fated to me.

  My pops, God rest his soul, was a hitman for the Ambrosini crime family. Always got the job done right. Couldn’t be prouder to call him “dad”.

  I didn’t know it at the time, of course, I was just a little boy, but all I knew was that he was well respected. And I wanted that.

  Luckily for me, when your dad plays with the big boys, there will always be an in for you. And there was. I was doing low level runs before I was even eighteen years old. And from there I worked my way up. It was slow. It was brutal. But now, nine years later I’m a full-fledged member of the Ambrosini crime family, too. A made man.

  Dad died seven years ago, and by “died” I mean he was hit out, which of course is a sad thing, but a gangster knows it’s how he’s going out from the beginning, and to be quite honest with you, I’m always kind of surprised it took them so long to get him.

  But my mom, boy, she was devastated. She knew what dad did. Of course she knew. How can you hide another man’s blood from the woman who washes your clothes? But I think she always ignored the reality of it.

  I can understand that, though. No one wants to think “oh, my husband’s a murderer and he probably got exactly what he deserved”. You see it all the time on TV, too; mother’s on the news trying to tell the world their kid is really a good kid after they shoot up a shopping mall. It’s sad but it’s the human condition.

  I thought I was going to lose her, too, after that one. Thought she was going to die from a broken heart.

  But she’s getting better, thanks in part to my beautiful baby sister having a beautiful baby girl of her own.

  Princess may only be five months old, but she’s already breathed years of life back into my mother’s heart.

  And mine, too. If you can imagine something like that!

  I spend a lot of my teenage years being jealous of all the pussy I saw the big hitters get. Girl after girl, night after night. You didn’t like a bitch? Toss her ass out! It didn’t matter. How great would that be to tell some whore to suck you off and then watch them get to their knees. That’s power right there.

  And it is great. You have no idea.

   But my little niece, man, for the first time in my entire life I catch myself rethinking things because of her. She’s uncle Johnny’s girl, no doubt. I would do anything for her. She makes me want more out of life.

  The way I looked up to my dad as a kid, I want someone to look up to me like that, too. Out of everything I got, and I got a lot, that’s the one thing my status can’t bring me. I’m finally seeing that there could potentially be more to life than
this
.

  I clear my throat before whistling out a soft note as I place the blow torch down on the wooden workshop bench I’m leaning on and bring the glowing, red nail up to my face.

“Woooah, man. This is a hot one.” I say, walking, holding the nail away from my face with a pair of pliers.

“Burning hot, Johnny, hey!” My co-worker, Dino, says, stepping back slightly as I walk towards him.

  I watch him lean down, getting right into the face of the guy we got tied up in the garage, his breath blowing the poor saps hair out of his eyes.

“But I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” He says, smirking as the man chained to the chair struggles. “What do you think? The hotter the better, or would you rather we go in cold?”

  I laugh as I watch him try to scream through the rag we duct taped into his mouth.

  Now, I’m not one to take pleasure in another person’s pain, right, but this guy… let’s just say, my boss is not very happy when nearly a million dollars in cocaine sales are nowhere to be found and if my boss ain’t happy, then I can’t be very happy either.

“One last chance!” I give him as I stand in front of him, the nail still red hot.

  He tries to pull away as he furiously nods his head up and down. I look at Dino motioning for him to tear away the tape.

“Where?” I ask shortly, leaning in to hear his answer.

“If you give me two days, just two days…” His panicked voice starts.

“No.” I smirk, sinking the hot nail into his skin, the heat only making it easier to sear through his meat.

  I listen to him shriek as I walk away, his cries soon muffled out as Dino stuffs the rag back into his mouth and tapes him up.

  I pick up another nail before leaning back against the workbench before lighting my torch again.

“Hey, Dino!” I shout, looking over towards him as I heat up another nail. “What’s open late tonight? I’m starving.”

Chapter 2

Amber

  I grew up much like any other kid around here; a mom, a dad, a golden doodle to keep me company…

  My city as it is now is actually a collection of a bunch of different former townships that eventually formed into one. They became the “neighbourhoods” as we like to call them around here. What used to be field on the highway is now strip malls, grocery stores and gas stations. Our former town halls are all but forgotten and turned into little movie theaters and play houses that… are still forgotten.

  I never felt unsafe growing up; maybe it was the small town or maybe it was just the times, but as a little girl, my friends and I could walk around my town and never actually have to think about what kind of people might be occupying the houses around us.

  I can’t say for certain when it changed. I know that we didn’t just wake up one day to gangs running our little city, it didn’t happen overnight. A gas station would be robbed here and there, someone would get beat up outside of the movies...

  I remember when my city had its first murder. I mean, people had died before. Every once in a while a bar fight would go too far or someone would get hit with a car, but an actual
murder
…

  Poor Ms. Bukowski was just sitting in her house and minding her own business while watching her gameshows when two masked men broke in her front door and stabbed her to death. They stole all her jewelry, fuck, they even stole her spoon collection!

  Things really weren’t the same after that. The people were demoralized and the police just didn’t have enough funding to take care of the snowballing crime. Nothing could be done.

  I was a teenager when my dad had the front windows to his bakery busted in. What could thugs possibly want to steal from a bakery? Cake? For the first time though, they came back the next day, almost like they were bragging about it. It was bold and it was scary.

  They told my dad that he could avoid all future frustrations for a small fee. And by small, I mean 10% of his sales.

  My dad came here from Poland with nothing but a single suitcase and a pregnant wife and built that business, just like everything else in our life, with his own two hands. A 10% cut in sales for a small town immigrant baker would be devastating, but not as devastating as everyone knew those thugs could be so my dad had no other choice but to take the deal.

  And my dad was not the only one. All around town we started noticing more and more businesses comping cups of coffee and steak dinners to the scummiest of people. It became obvious that our little city was no longer ours, it was now gang territory.  And there was nothing we could do about it.

  We paid them that 10% for years. Windows still got broken, people still got murdered, the “protection” wasn’t really protection after all, but who knows what would have happened if we refused? We just had to keep on paying.

  At least, that was the plan, to just keep paying, until about a month ago they stormed into my dad’s kitchen and demanded more.

  30%.

  They demanded 30% or they wipe him off the map. Sometimes I think my dad’s just stupid, but I can’t say I would do any differently. He refused. He didn’t work his fingers to the bone for 25 years to throw it all away. He didn’t work for 25 years just to not be able to feed his family because some thugs think they own him, because they think they own this whole town.

  He refused. And that night, they burned his bakery to the ground.

  My dad is a tough guy. Growing up in rural poverty usually has that effect on a person. I had never seen him cry, not even at my grandmother’s funeral, so to see him cry in the street as he watched the flames take his
whole life
was the final straw.

  I know I’m just one girl and one girl isn’t going to be able to make any impact on these sons of bitches, but I know someone who can and I know they’ll play dirty…

  The Mafia.