Wasted (Dirty Boys of Chicago #1) (6 page)

I
arrived back
at the apartment a few hours after my shopping excursion. I was surprised to see Xavier’s sports car parked out front. I walked upstairs in my new outfit; I would ditch my old clothes in the back of the closet. I was in tight jeans with black flats and a crop top. I felt it seemed more appropriate for the girl of a mobster than an old miniskirt and a T-shirt. I walked in to see him on the phone arguing about something. I set my bag down on the couch and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He didn't brush me off, just continued with his conversation.

“All that I'm saying is you better make sure the warehouses are clear, Dante. That's your job as the muscle. I'm doing my part, and you have to do yours.”

He waited for Dante's response.

“Fine, I’ll see you on Friday night. And don't forget mass on Sunday. My mom is gonna blow a gasket if we’re both not there.”

He clicked off the call and turned around, putting his rough hands on my face and pulling me into him. A hastened kiss fell upon my lips before he put my bottom lip between his teeth and ground it gently. “I missed you,” he said as we broke away.

“I'm here now. What was that all about?”

He rolled his eyes. “Just business.”

“They already have you working again? I thought they'd at least give you a couple days off.”

He shrugged as he let go of me. “There's no vacation in this business. Besides, I have a lot to catch up on. So what about you? I like your new outfit.”

I turned around and started to show off a little in front of him. “I hope so, you paid for it.”

He leaned back against the couch, unbuttoning his jacket. “It looks good.” He reached out and took a handful of my ass and squeezed it gently.

“So tell me what else did you do today?”

I chewed on my lower lip. I couldn't tell him what I'd done. He had no idea that I was part of the Salvatore family. He had no idea that my mother had died at the hands of the mob only for me to join another one. I couldn't tell him that some of his biggest rivals were my blood. So I continued with my lie. “Just left my apartment, went shopping. You got home too soon, I was going to make dinner.” I walked back over to the door and held up a bag of groceries.

“We can still do that, after.”

“After?”

“Don’t think you’ll get away with walking around in an outfit like that. Strip.”

I set the groceries back down next to the door. “Excuse me?”

He loosened his tie around his neck. I watched his hands carefully, scars etched into his knuckles, imprints of his past. “I said strip. I don't think I stuttered.”

So was this how it was going to be? I did his bidding, undressed on command?

I tried to muster up some sort of disagreement. To attempt to say no. Who the hell was I kidding? All I wanted to do was say yes.

I turned away from him and slowly removed the hot pink top first. I tossed it back at him and covered my bra with my arms. I turned back around and leisurely let my hand fall to the side. I also bought new lace underwear. A matching set. It was a coral color with white accents. I watched his eyes go straight to my breasts. I trailed my fingers down the skin of my stomach until they reached my waistline, where I unclasped the bottom of the tight jeans and unzipped them. I slowly shimmied my way out of them, stepping out of my flats and tossing the jeans to the side. He didn't move. Well, his limbs didn't anyway, but I could see his cock straining against the fabric. He wanted me.

As I stood there in my underwear, I realized how much I wanted him too. Ramsey had to be wrong. Xavier would do anything for me. And as I padded across the room in my bare feet, I realized I would do anything for him too.

The second that I was within his grasp, he reached out for my body and roughly pulled me toward him. I let out a slight gasp as he grabbed my face and crushed his lips into mine.

In that moment, I needed his hands all over me. I quickly took his hand from my face and moved it down in between my legs. Following suit, he swiftly figured how to make me squirm. He was a good listener, not that he had to listen very hard for reactions. As he found his way around my thong and directly touched my wet outer lips, I mustered up the control of my hands to unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants to reveal his throbbing member. I stopped kissing him for a few seconds to admire him and figure out what I was going to do with him.

I gave my right hand a quick lick and began to stroke his cock. Going slow, I explored and felt through the different parts and areas of him. That must have worked, because his cock got harder and suddenly, I felt his finger slip inside me. I gasped with delight and took a stronger grip of his shaft. He pulled away from our kiss and looked down at me.

“I want to taste other parts of you.” I smiled at him.

“No, me first.”

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head, exposing his strong chest and abs. I forcefully pushed him down on the bed and leaned over him seductively. I kissed down his neck as he leaned his head back and moved down his chest. When my mouth reached his hips, I heard him intake a sharp breath. I looked up at him and smiled. I then looked back down and slowly started to tease the tip of his head with my tongue. His hands moved to tangle up in my hair and from the tension in his arms, I could tell he was restraining himself from pushing my head down. I let my tongue glide down slowly as I took him fully into my mouth. He leaned his head back with a moan of pleasure as I moved down the shaft and sucked the sides. I explored his cock with my tongue, learning the curves and ridges, imagining how it was going to feel inside me. Xavier regained some focus and ran his hands roughly through my hair.

As I started to glide my mouth a little faster, Xavier let out a slight moan.

“I can think of a much better way to do this. Turn around.”

Xavier pulled me up and turned my body around so that my core was right over his mouth. I glided my mouth back down on him and stifled a moan as I felt his tongue flick across my clit. Pressure inside of me began to build as I continued to suck on him. Xavier moved his right hand, and I let out a load moan when I felt his fingers enter me. Knowing that I was close to teetering over the edge, I started to move my mouth faster. I could feel his moans resonate through my body as I took his cock deep into my mouth. As his fingers and his tongue started to move faster, my whole body started to shake as I fell over the edge.

“Oh God, Xavier!” I cried out.

“I need to see you come.”

Xavier pushed my body up a bit and then turned me around to face him. His gray eyes met mine briefly as I pushed my thong aside and guided his hard cock inside of me. He filled me slowly. His hands gripped my hips and started to control my movement. God, it was fucking hot when he took control like that. I shifted my body back into his hands, allowing him to move my hips easier. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Xavier moved my hips faster and I felt the pressure begin to build again inside me. I lifted my head back up to look at him and his gray eyes captivated my own. Everything around us disappeared and it was only Xavier and I. Our families and our duties no longer mattered. All that mattered was how amazing Xavier made me feel.

Xavier moved my hips faster as he pushed his hips up so he went deeper inside me. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and pulled it off my arms.

Xavier grabbed onto my hips and quickly flipped me over so that I was lying on my back. He leaned down and captured my hard nipple in his mouth, biting it ever so slightly. He gave my nipple a slight tug with his teeth and leaned his body up so he was kneeling between my legs. He grabbed my right leg and pulled it up over his shoulder, and he pumped his hips forward. I arched my back in response.

“Oh yes, Xavier, don’t stop!” I cried out.

His hips started to move faster. He grabbed my hand and moved it down to my clit to start rubbing as he pounded into me. Goosebumps spread across my body. Xavier pushed me to my breaking point. I moved my fingers faster over myself and let out a loud cry.

“Oh yes! Xavier!”

Xavier looked down at me. “That’s it, Farrah. Come for me.”

My whole body started to shake and I felt Xavier’s body tense. He released inside me, which only made me orgasm harder. He let out a low moan and collapsed on top of me.

I
spent
two days in bed with Farrah. There was nothing else I wanted to do than lick her dry. But it was Friday, and I had a job to do. Dante had been blowing up my phone all morning, wanting to know the details. But I didn't give details. Details gave you something to tell the feds. No one knew the intimate details of my killings. Just me.

But as I looked at Farrah slumbering softly next to me, I wondered if I needed to tell her.

Her father was a bastard. As far as I was concerned, he was a deadbeat, and he left her and her mother for something better. What could be better than Farrah, I had no fucking idea. When her father had threatened to take Maria and Farrah away from us, Pops allowed me to take the job. It was my formal initiation into the family. Ten years ago, I made it happen. I shot that bastard point blank in the face.

When the feds found him almost five years later, he was so deteriorated we never thought they'd catch me. But they did. Someone had ratted me out, I was sure of it. Someone who knew the details.

But they didn’t have enough to keep me. It was why my lawyer had won. With enough appeals, I was a free man.

Since then, I made sure not to tell anyone else what my business was. Pops knew about this one, and that was it. We hadn’t told Dante why the warehouse needed to be cleared. Just that it had to be done.

Dante made me nervous because he had questions. Too many questions sometimes. But it wasn't that I didn't trust him. I just thought that in my absence, his position in the chain of command was a little bit higher than I wanted it to be. But that wasn't all his fault. It was the stupid fucking justice system that put me away, not him. Dante was bound by duty. Just doing his job.

I brushed a single strand of hair out of Farrah’s face. Her porcelain skin was so touchable. I dragged my finger down along her shoulder and she stirred slightly. I laid a kiss on her bare skin at the nape of her neck and got out of bed. There was work to do.

I got dressed and left her another note. I let her know that I wouldn't be back until Saturday, and to just relax around the apartment for the day. I let her know it was work-related. It killed me that I was already breaking my first promise to the woman I was falling in love with.

I arrived at the office to see my father sitting at his desk with two bodyguards flanking him. It seemed a little odd that he needed two, so I called him out on it.

“Two thugs, Pops? Really?”

He waved them off and raised a brow at me. “Sit. We need to talk.”

He stood up with his fist on the desk. His semi-bald head gleamed under a luminescent lamp. “We need the room, gentlemen.”

A couple men had been playing poker at one of the tables. They stood up, puffing their cigars, and walked up the stairs with the bodyguards. Within minutes, we were completely alone. No one disobeyed my father.

“What's going on, Pops? You seem tense.”

“Do I? Because you seem awfully relaxed.”

I straightened up in my seat. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He sighed and shook his head. “I received a call from some of our friends on the coast.”

“Jersey? What the hell do they want?”

“They say that some things are going on at the Salvatore family. They've got movement. Tightening up at the stronghold. Bringing family members in.”

“Like for an attack? Nobody has a shootout in this day and age, Pops. That’s old shit, from your time.”

He shook his head at me. “It's always my time.”

I sighed. “I know, I know. But really. No one wants to go to jail these days. Nobody wants to do what I just did. What do you think they want, anyway? What do you think they're going after?”

“You.”

“What?”

“I have it on good authority that there's a rumor going around that you killed Maria's husband. And as a result, her husband's brother came and killed her and those two men. Now the Salvatores are after the person who started that mess, and that, my son, is you.”

“You're kidding. Ramsey hasn't done shit in a decade. Why now?”

“People say they figured it out years ago, but they couldn't touch you on the inside. Not enough of their own people were at your facility. Your mother and I worked hard to keep you in protective custody there. We paid a lot of guards a lot of money to keep you safe, kid, and you're out for three days and this? Who have you even been talking to?”

I shook my head. “Talking to? Nobody! The lawyers said nobody would know that I was out. My name wasn't in the papers or anything. I have no idea how they would know.”

I sucked in a breath. There was only one way that they knew.

Farrah. She was the only one outside of the family that knew I was out.

Her mother had been part of a rival mob. She walked away from them years before she had Farrah, though. No one in our family ever knew what had split them up, but when she came to us and needed a job, we gave her the benefit of the doubt. She understood the obligations that the family could put on you, she grasped all the risks. And she was great with money. She knew how to cook the books like no one else that we ever worked with. I'd always guessed that that was what she had done for the Salvatores as well. But I didn't even think that Farrah knew that her mother was from another mob family. She never mentioned it when we were kids. Her mother hardly talked about it. And when she did, it was only in the confidence of my father.

“Why did Maria leave the Salvatores? What did she know?”

Pops put his hands up. “You don't betray the dead.”

I leaned forward. “If you don't want me to join her, tell me.”

He shook his head, but he made the cross symbol across his body and kissed his hand up to the sky before he spoke. “Maria left to be with her husband. Ramsey hated that asshole, something we had in common, but she abandoned the family. It's that simple. You can never leave. So they disowned her. But that doesn't mean that Ramsey wasn't broken up about her death. He talks a big talk, that man, but at the end of the day, Maria was still family. And he was in a bad way when she died. We set off that domino effect, and because of that, they want you gone.”

I shook my head at him, “No we didn't! Maria made it clear. That bastard needed to die. So what if I pulled the trigger? Shouldn't Ramsey be happy that she was free of him for years? Or that she would've been…”

“Apparently not. You know her husband’s friend, her killer, is still in the slammer? Maybe if we took him out… maybe that would appease Ramsey and stop this blood feud.”

“How the hell are we going to do that? We have to find him first, and then see if any of our guys on the inside have access to him. Has anybody been sent away that I don't know about?”

He looked pensive. “Not recently. I'll make some calls. In the meantime, you handle this job and then you stay quiet for a while. Spend some time with your mother, she misses you. She hasn't seen you since we had dinner the other night. What the hell is the matter with you?”

Since that night, my face had been buried between Farrah’s legs, but I wasn't about to tell him that. Not when I thought she might be a snitch. My heart fell down to my stomach. Shit, I really hoped she wasn’t the reason all this had started. I had some serious shit to figure out. I cracked my knuckles. “You know, I'm really looking forward to kicking the shit out of this kid tonight. I need to let off some steam.”

My father crookedly smiled at me. “That's my boy! Now go, go see your mama and then handle your shit. I’ve got work to do. Phone calls to make, see who’s upstate.”

I nodded and stood. He extended his hand for me to shake, and I grasped it with both of my own. “You want me to call you when it's done?”

He waved me off. “You’re always good for your work. I never worry about you. You're one of the few I can trust to get a job done.”

I nodded at him and inhaled deeply as I walked away. My father trusted me. He trusted me while I was sleeping with the enemy. With the girl who might want to kill me. Like hell if I was going to let that happen, though.

The Salvatores could take whatever they wanted, but Farrah was mine. Then there was no way I was letting go.