Bad Girl: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (10 page)

A
s we walk
out of the coffee shop, she looks all around us, like she’s just waiting to be spotted. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with her. Apparently she forgot how to play it cool.

“Relax,” I wrap my arm around her waist to make a point. “No one’s gonna see us.”

We walk in amiable silence. I let her lead the way.

After a few minutes she says, “I just don’t know about this, Tommy.” I hate the insecurity in her voice.

“You weren’t concerned about that just a few minutes ago,” I point out as I look down at her to watch her expression. “You changing your mind?”

“No, I--” she clears her throat and walks a bit straighter as she continues. “I enjoyed last night.”

“Good, then there’s no problem.” I enjoyed it, too. I loved playing with her body. Watching how she responded to every move. I got her off every way I knew how. She was limp and sated and I still wanted more. I’ll be damned if I’m not going to keep going after what I want. I’ve never known real limits before. I’ve never wanted to venture past what the
familia
gave me. But I’m not giving this up. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not willing to let go.

“This is just so wrong,” she says as I spot her car. She parked behind a little shopping center. There are a few cars in front of us as we walk in, but hers is off to the side. It’s a vacant lot. I take a quick glance to make sure no one’s around us, and I decide right then that I’m gonna teach her a lesson.

She walks to her door but I take hold of her hip and keep her walking to the backseat door so we’re a bit more hidden. She looks shocked and a little confused until I press my lips to hers, and let my hands roam down her body.

She breaks the kiss and looks out into the empty lot, seeming to remember we’re out in public. That’s the shit I’m gonna punish her for. Right fucking now.

“You wanna know how wrong it is?” I grab her ass in both my hands. I give her a firm squeeze that makes her gasp, and then spin her around in my arms. I shove her front against her car. Her breasts flatten against the window, making them appear even more lush and biteable. “You wanna see how much I don’t give a fuck that it’s wrong?”

My hand cups her pussy and I have to stifle my groan. She’s already hot and wet and ready for me. I’ve waited long enough for that ass, though. I push the inside of her thigh and she obliges, spreading her legs. She looks over her shoulder to look at me with a wicked spark in her eyes and taunts, “You gonna punish me?” Those words on her lips nearly has me cumming in my pants.

I’m quick to unzip my pants and unleash my cock. I stroke it once as her mouth opens and her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. She looks around the parking lot like there’s no way we aren’t getting caught. I almost change up my plans and push her down onto her knees to have her suck me off, but this isn’t about me taking pleasure from her. It’s about her seeing just how much we can get away with.

“Only if you’re quiet.” I grip the nape of her neck and pull her back so I can take her bottom lip between my teeth. Her ass backs up against my cock and she teases me, rocking it back and forth like she wants to ride me.

I let go of her and lift up her dress. The desire written on her face fades as she hears voices coming through the narrow sidewalk. She looks at me with a hint of fear. I hold her gaze as the voices fade just as quickly as they came. I’m sure these cars belong to employees of these shops. No one’s coming back here. I know she’s scared of getting caught. I’m gonna show her that shit’s not going to happen.

“Your greedy pussy wants me, but you’re gonna have to wait.” My thumb probes her puckered hole, and the motion makes her moan. A rough chuckle grows up my chest as I slip on a lubricated condom. I hate condoms, but for this I need to make sure there’s lube. She's gonna need it. I spit in my hand and make sure my dick is nice and wet for her. I line my cock up and slowly push just the head in. I gotta get her loose and feeling good before I finally take her ass with my dick. I’ve been thinking about it all day.

“Tommy,” she moans my name as my fingers dip inside her heat and spread her moisture to her swollen clit. I pinch her lightly and she arches her back in response, causing my dick to slip in a little deeper. It feels so fucking good. I wanna slam into her, but this is the first time, I’ve gotta be gentle.

My arm wraps around the front of her so I can cup her pussy. I press my palm to her clit and gently slip my fingers into her hot cunt. I rock my hand as I pick up my motions. I keep rubbing her clit and playing with her pussy until she writhing under my touch and letting her moans slip out with no inhibition.

She’s getting louder and bolder, moving her pussy against my hand to take what she wants. That’s exactly how I need her. She's so fucking easy to get off. A few more rough pumps and she's biting down on her lip while her thighs tremble with her orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and I'm too fucking excited to get my pleasure next.

“You like that, baby?” I ask her.

She tilts her head slightly and smirks as she answers, “Fuck you, you know I do.” I fucking love it. I love how she pushes me.

I put my lips up to her ear and speak in a low, threatening voice. “My bad girl is really pushing it. That’s a brave thing for you to do with my dick in your ass.”

I take a quick look up and to my left. I’ve been so busy watching her I haven’t been paying attention, but there’s no one there.

Soon she'll be ready for me to fuck her rough and deep. I just need a few more minutes to get her ready. I keep looking ahead of us and every voice makes my heart beat a little faster. She's trusting me, and I don't want to ruin it because I was so damn set on fucking her ass.

I aim my spit and get my cock more lubed as I push in a bit more and pull out. “Push back, baby,” I tell her.

She obeys me and I slide in a little deeper. It only takes a few more gentle rocks until she’s moaning and pushing back to take more of me.

Finally, I’m all the way in, and it feels like fucking heaven. She moans against the window, and I take a quick look to make sure no one can see her. Right now she’s mine. I pull out slowly and push back in with just as much care. I need to be gentle until she’s adjusted to me being inside her.

Her forehead pinches, and I know she’s feeling a little pain. I rub her clit to make sure it’s only going to heighten her pleasure. I don’t want to hurt her. I want this to be just as good for her as it is for me. Each movement makes those sweet sounds fall from her lips. Her eyes are closed, and her hands are gripping onto the frame of her car. She’s completely lost in pleasure.

“Tommy,” she whispers my name. “Harder, fuck me harder.” Her words are a desperate plea.

I grip her hips and thrust into her harder. She cries out, and I have to wrap my hand around her mouth. I lean in and growl into her ear. “You want everyone to see me fucking you, don’t you?”

She shakes her head and moans into my hand as I keep fucking her ass like I own her. My balls smack against her pussy with each hard thrust. Over and over I pound into her. She struggles to keep quiet, and I have to remind her. “Shut the fuck up and take it.” Her pussy clamps down on my fingers at my dirty words. She’s loving this. I move my other hand away from her mouth so I can grip her hip and mercilessly fuck her ass. She bites her lip and pushes her head and breasts against the car door.

“Where’s my cock, baby?” I ask her as I keep up my ruthless rhythm. Her ass is tight and hot, and I’m getting close already.

“In my ass,” she whimpers, and her mouth stays open with her eyes closed tight. I know she’s close again. She just needs a little more.

“That’s 'cause you’re a bad girl, and bad girls get fucked in their ass.” I thrust in and out of her, loving the soft moans she’s giving me. I strum her clit as she pushes back against me. “Do you feel like a bad girl now?” My body starts to sweat, and my breathing gets labored as I give her ass a punishing fuck.

“Yes.” She’s louder than she should be, and it makes my eyes dart up. Still no one.

“Say it.” I push my dick all the way in and lift my hips so I’m as deep as I can go. Her mouth opens in a silent scream. I pull back slightly, and she’s quick to obey my command.

“I’m your bad girl.” Her words bring me that much closer to my release, and I desperately rub her throbbing clit to get her off. I need her cumming with me. Her body goes limp, and her legs tremble. Her head flies back with her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Fuck yes. I pump into her again, and fucking lose it. I hear her words over and over in my head as my spine tingles and waves of pleasure rush through my body. I thrust my hips once more to give her everything I’ve got.

I pull out of her gently and steady her hips. Her legs are quivering, and I know she must feel weak. She took a rough fuck. “Lean against the car, baby. I got you.” She listens and rests her head on the window, catching her breath. I look to my left and right, and there’s still no one there. Thank fuck. I don’t want anyone to see her like this.

I remove the condom and tuck my dick back in my pants. She's still trying to regain her composure, so I pull her panties back into place as her breathing calms. I pet her back in soothing circles. Her hair has fallen out, and I have to push it away to give her a small kiss on her shoulder.

After a minute she rolls her body on the car so that her back is leaning against it and she’s facing me. She gives me a small, satisfied smile and it fills my chest with pride. I knew she’d like that. I give her a kiss just below the tender spot behind her ear. She hums with approval. My lips tickle her neck as I ask her, “Did you like that, bad girl?”

“You fucked the ponytail out of my hair,” she says weakly, with a bit of humor. Her eyes light with happiness, and the smile grows on her gorgeous face.

I shrug and wrap an arm around her waist as she bends down with trembling legs to pick up the hair tie on the ground. She looks around us as she stands up. “Did anyone see?” she asks with a quiet voice.

“Not this time.” I grin at her.

She gives me a small smile, but I can see she doesn’t like that answer. She runs her fingers through her hair and breathes deeply. “Just sex.” She says it like it’s a reminder. To herself and to me.

She takes a few steps to her door, looking as though nothing even happened. She’s pulled herself together, the only signs that she just took my cock up her ass are the flush in her cheeks, and her slightly swollen bottom lip.

I clear my throat and answer her, “Yeah, just sex.” That’s all this is. I’m fine with that. And she sure as shit enjoys it just as much as me.

She nods and steps out of my embrace to open her door.

“I have to get going.” Her words are weak, almost filled with regret.

“Yeah, me too.” No I don’t. I don’t have shit to do but fuck her. Even though she’s the one that’s supposed to be watching me, so I could probably run errands. It’d be stupid to risk it though.

She parts her lips and looks up at me through her lashes as she settles into the driver side door. She winces slightly instead of saying whatever was on her mind. I don’t know what she was going to say, but she decides on nothing. It makes an uneasiness settle in my chest. She’s unsure of something.

“You good?” I try to keep it lighthearted, but she just nods and doesn't look me in the eyes.

“I’ll see you later,” I tell her. I lean in and plant a small kiss on her cheek.

“Okay,” she says, looking up at me with a slightly confused look. I don’t understand where it’s coming from.

“You alright?” I ask her.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she says as she puts the key into the ignition. But she’s not good. I don’t like it.

I want to ask her why she’s being so distant, but I hold back. No questions is better. For both of us. I wanna fuck her, she wants to fuck me, we have to leave it at that. I grip her doorframe and gently close it as she lowers the window.

“I’ll see you later then,” she says, and I give her a tight smile.

As she drives away, I can’t help but feel like I’m not going to see her again. She’s going to realize what a mistake this is.

I want to prove to her it’s not, but it is. Maybe I should just stay away. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s gonna be like this every time we leave each other. And I don’t like this raw hollowness in my chest.

I watch her car drive away before I start walking back through the opening to the sidewalk.

I hate how she left. But that’s what this is. It’s all it can be.

It didn’t occur to me that I don’t just want sex until right this moment. And that’s not good. That’s not fucking good at all.

Fuck, this was a mistake. A big, fucking mistake.

I
stare
at the folders on my desk, and then back up at the computer screen. I have a ton of shit to update. I need to put all this information in the system, but I keep fucking up. I have to do this right, but my head’s not in it. I just can’t think straight. I’m exhausted from the last two days on the job. I’m miserable.

It’s not that the work is any harder, it’s just not what I want to do.

I’m on cases that mean nothing to me. I’m getting spit on and kicked while I arrest assholes I don’t give a shit about. I feel beat up and abused. I know this is the right thing to do and people do appreciate it, even if I never hear it. But damn, this is hard. And it’s wearing me down.

I heard back from our contacts in France and Russia, still no sign of Petrov. He has to be dead.

I feel defeated more than anything. Like the finish line vanished before I could make it there.

“How’s it coming along?” Chris’ voice makes me jump in my seat. He laughs at me and pats my back. “You need more coffee.”

I smile weakly up at him. Chris has been a cop all his life. He’s gotta be in his fifties now, but he’s still smiling, and still kicking ass. I don’t know how he does it.

He’s not chasing a case or running toward the darkness. He deserves to be a cop. I don’t. I was using this position for my own selfish reasons. I feel like fraud.

“Yeah, for real.” I clear my throat and scoot back in my seat. “I’ll run out and grab one, you want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he says. “Hey, I just wanna say, you’re doing good, kid. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Thanks.” I try to look him in the eyes, but I can’t.

“We can’t get ‘em all, and the Valettis are a big fish. It’ll go on their file, so we can use it next time. Trust me, there will be a next time.”

I look up at him with a deep crease of confusion marring my forehead. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh shit. I thought you were all bent out of shape because the prosecutor gave you the news.”

“No, Marcy didn’t tell me shit.”

“Fuck, she must’ve told Harrison. He didn’t tell you? He’s supposed to be taking you under his wing.”

I huff a humorless laugh. “No, he didn’t.”

“The judge ruled against us. We can't use the fingerprints." He shrugs and looks like he feels guilty for telling me. “There’s no case.” I don't answer. I don't know what to say.

“He really should’ve told you.”

A lump grows in my throat. Tommy’s off the hook.

He’s going to be okay. A weight lifts from my chest, but that only makes the pain I'm feeling there grow stronger.

“You okay?” Chris asks. I look at him for a moment. I see the kindness in his eyes, and I know I don’t deserve it.

“Yeah, I’m--”

“Kelly! We need to talk.” Harrison interrupts us, and I swear to God I’m gonna strangle him if he yells at me.

“Yeah, I’m all ears,” I say, not holding back the sarcasm.

“We lost our case, but I’m betting something’s gonna blow up in their faces soon. We just gotta stay the course.”

I’m surprised by his tone. It’s not condescending or full of anger. He’s almost excited.

“Why do you think it’s going to blow back on them?”

“You can’t fuck over a Kingpin and not get dealt with.”

“I imagine Petrov is dead,” I say flatly. It kills me to say it, but it's the truth.

“Possibly, but Nikolaev has taken over.” He says the words like Petrov was no one special. After a moment of quiet he adds, “There’s always going to be another one.”

My heart thuds once in my chest and stops. I try to push the words out, but I can’t hear them.

“You’ve got a lot to learn.” He grins at me. “We’re gonna get ‘em. I know we will. They’re getting sloppy, and soon enough, it’s gonna happen.” I’ve never seen him this happy and I don’t know how to handle him. Or all the emotions bombarding me.

He pats me on the back and turns to walk away. “I can
feel
it. It’s coming,” he says as he walks off.

I try to sit back down, but I can’t. I just need to get out of here. Something in my gut is telling me everything is wrong. And it’s all revolving around Tommy.

It’s been four days since I’ve seen him. I don’t understand. I thought he meant he’d see me later that night. But he never showed. I guess I was presumptuous. And then I got a message. A text from his cell. I only know because I looked up the number.

I
'm sorry
, Tonya. It's over. You were right.

H
e told
me to stay away. It fucking hurt.

I know it was wrong. I knew we shouldn’t have done it. But still. It was nice to be held. I feel like I have nothing. I have no one. I need something. I need
him
right now. Whether he wants me or not. That's my selfish side coming through again. I wonder if I'll ever learn.

I take a deep breath and grab my jacket to get out of here. I walk over to Jerry's office, but stop before knocking. The door’s ajar, and I can hear him talking to his wife on the phone. I press my lips into a straight line as I listen to him lie to her about being on a job last night. I take a peek at him and see he’s still in his clothes from yesterday. My heart drops in my chest.

It hurts to think he’s cheating on her, but it’s so fucking obvious. I don’t ask to leave early, I just keep walking and try to ignore all this shit. My thoughts are running a mile a minute, about everything, and everyone. I thought I had shit all figured out, but I didn’t.

I don’t have anything figured out. I’m just lost. I’m so fucking lost.

I thought I knew how all of this would play out, but now what I wanted seems impossible.

I thought I knew what Tommy would be like before I ever met him. I read his profile and looked at the evidence. I had him painted in my head as an arrogant prick who thought he could get away with whatever he wanted. And then I met one of the women. The only one who was coherent. She said she saw Tommy. She heard gunshots and shouting, but she couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or the fear. She was in and out of it for a while, but one of them, one of the Valettis shot her up with something. She tried to make him stop, like the other times. But they said it was to make her better. To help save her. And it did. And Tommy was the one calming her down and telling her it would be okay.

My heart clenches in my chest. The line between black and white is so goddamned blurry. And at this point, I'm having a hard time knowing what's right and what's wrong.