SWNOVELS Chapter 24
“Boss.”
Fuck.
“Wait…Just…Fuck, tell him to wait,” I say, pressing down on the woman’s head as she sucks on my cock. I shove my hips up to speed things along. Then let out a moan. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck.”
As the jet of my come releases, she tries to lift off, but I hold her there, pressing down her hot throat.
“Fuckkkkk,” I cry, and she gags as I throw my head back and open an eyelid. The roof of the car greets me, reminding me we’re down by the docks, awaiting Salvo Vitale.
Who has now arrived.
Who is now waiting for me to finish getting my cock sucked. Because he kept me waiting, so now, I’m doing the same.
“Jesus, Cade,” the girl whose name I’ve briefly forgotten says as I release her.
Fine, I never knew her name.
I rub my come over her lips.
“You are getting better at that. I’ll be five minutes. Ten at most. Get that pussy wet, and if you come before I shove my cock into you, like last time, you are off the team.”
Team. Harem. Whatever.
She glares at me.
I grip her chin and yank her face. “Lose the attitude, or you won’t get your hit, bitch.”
Her eyes lower.
Much better. Goddamn junkies these days.
I pull my zipper up and tuck in my shirt. Then I climb out of the car.
Freddy, Nathan, and Dean are leaning against the paintwork, shades on, jacket collars flicked up, sleeves tugged, looking gangster as hell. Dean is puffing out a smoke, Nathan chewing on a pick, as he seems to always do.
A couple of yards away, Salvo’s SUV is parked, and he has a couple of guys standing around it like mine are. They’re more alert, mostly because of my surname.
Mancini.
We own this city and the distribution of basically everything illegal. From guns to drugs to women.
Salvo’s door opens, and he steps out. He’s over a decade older than me, tall with a paunch, dark brown hair, and today, he’s wearing a fur coat.
What in the ever-loving God?
“It’s fucking eighty-five degrees, Vitale. You auditioning for the Godfather role?” I ask, laughing.
My guys snigger.
“Fuck you, Mancini,” he says, stopping in front of me with a scowl.
Which has zero effect on me.
“No thanks. Got a bitch in the car for that when we’ve finished here. So, let’s get this over with. What did you want to talk to me about?” I reply, shoving my hands into my jacket.
Where I have a gun stashed.
“Sounds like we have a little problem with our agreement. And your payment,” Salvo says, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.
Jesus, he’s going for the full Pacino look today.
A couple of times, I’ve cringed at the thought of Mia being manhandled by this guy, but honestly, who wants to think about their sister having sex? It’s creepy as hell.
His hair is beginning to thin on top, but he’s not decrepit. There are way worse matches going on in Italy in our extended family. She won’t be grateful, but she should be. Or rather, when I’m the Don, she won’t open her mouth and complain.
I’m sick of Joe having the reins. He needs to stand down and let me run the show. I have far more energy than him and ideas he won’t listen to.
The fuck, he even kicked my ass for trying to have a drink with Mia a few nights ago.
Sure, I was hoping she’d come with me so I could drop her at Salvo Vitale’s. If she had, we could’ve fast-forwarded our plans.
And when I say “kicked my ass,” my father slapped me around the head and shoved me up against the wall. My neck still has bruises.
Asshole.
“There’s no problem. It’s simply a delay. You will marry my sister,” I say. “Then, when my father is removed, we can expand your distribution and get the money flowing.”
“How? Barrett has three men protecting her now,” Salvo growls. “Three. And they’re goddamn ex-military.”
I narrow my eyes.
“You know that how?”
“Because I don’t fucking trust you. My men are keeping an eye on her.” He shrugs.
I take a step closer. “Touch one hair on my sister’s body before I hand her over to you, and you’ll lose body parts. And your little soldiers,” I say, shooting them a look.
“Soldiers you’re going to use to take the fucking throne, Mancini.”
I grunt.
That might be true, but it’s irrelevant here.
Mia is far too valuable to the family.
“She is the princess. Don’t go near her.” Despite my plans, Mia belongs to the family first and foremost. We are all responsible for protecting her.
My father had plans to marry her off one day soon. I’m just moving faster than him.
This engagement to Barrett is bullshit. I can see right through it. Men like him don’t marry and settle down suddenly. How she’s done it, I don’t know.
Maybe she gives magic blowjobs. Ugh.
Anyway, if Salvo tries to take her and if Barrett gets a hint there are people trying to kidnap his fiancé, he will lock her down hard. I saw the possession in his eyes.
Love? I doubt it. But he knows her value.
What he plans to do with it is the question.
One my father is currently asking.
“He wants something,” Joe said after they had left the dinner. “I don’t know what it is yet, but that man does not love our Mia.”
“He’s clean. Business-wise,” Uncle Jimmy had said. “Could just be looking for a good wife.”
My father had stood there nodding for a long moment. “Perhaps.”
Whatever Barrett is up to, he has the money and power to do it. Including protecting Mia. Which makes my next move harder.
“Get everything set up. I will have her delivered to you when I can.”
He blows out a thick plume of white smoke. Fortunately for him, not in my face.
“Good. We are ready to mobilize when you give the word,” he says, then grips his balls. “And so are my other soldiers.”
With a grin, he turns and leaves.
I stand watching, with my men at my back, until they drive away. Then I turn and roll up my sleeves.
“Give me ten minutes, then let’s go.”
Dean lights another cigarette as they all nod.
I climb into the car and find Sally…no, Dianne…fuck, whoever…with her legs spread, skirt up to her waist, and her fingers in her pussy.
Closing the door, I unzip and pull her onto my lap.
Then rip open her shirt so I can play with her tits while she rides me.
Life is good.
And about to get so much better once I’m in control of the city.