The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (5 page)

N
o matter
how hard I tried to fight it, I could feel myself drifting up through the layers of consciousness, until my eyes popped open and I squinted at the bright morning light streaming in through my windows. I felt like I’d been in the deepest sleep any man had ever achieved, but only for a few seconds.

That wasn’t exactly true, though. The night sky had only just begun lightening when Sarina and I had passed out after the longest non-stop sex-marathon I’d ever had and, whatever time it was now, it was at least full daylight.

That poor girl took everything I could possibly give her and,
fuck
she had felt good wrapped around my cock. Of course, I’d never had sex that didn’t feel good, but this was something else. This was heaven on Earth, a pussy that imparted so much pleasure it should be worshipped day and night.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked towards the other side of the bed, memories of what it felt like to be inside her doing their best to fend off the sleepiness. She wasn’t there. I looked around my apartment and couldn’t spot her anywhere.

The only sounds came from the distant traffic far below and the general hum of the building. Had she really run away while I was passed out?

I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. My muscles ached as I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. Holy shit. Her off-the-scale hotness had driven me crazy, I’d fucked her even after I was running on empty because it felt so good.

Pleasure like that was a real mind-bender. I almost thought she might have been a hallucination, until I spotted her panties sitting in a crumpled heap on my bookshelf.

I laughed, imagining her frantic and silent search of my apartment for that last elusive piece of clothing before she had to give up and cut her losses. Even the quiet chuckle made my abs hurt. Wow.

With a shake of my head, I rose to my feet. The downside of fucking a girl as hot as Sarina was that going back to the usual girls was going to be like a kick in the balls. She was so tight I could still feel the grip of her pussy on my cock.

Turning to look at my bed, I saw a war zone. The sheets were all messed up, and covered in the aftermath of our fucking, including spots of blood.

I breathed in, then let my air out slowly with puffed-out cheeks. A
virgin
. I’d never had one of those before. By all accounts they were supposed to be the worst lays, not the fucking best.

A
virgin
. How could a girl that hot be a virgin? It was a damn good question as far as I was concerned, but it did kind of put my mind at ease about another little thing.

The cops wouldn’t send a girl in to tempt me with her virginity, any more than a virgin girl would offer up her first time for the sake of a police investigation. That was really un-cop-like behavior.

Not only that, but if she did go to bed to me to earn my trust… why would she bolt in the morning without trying to use her position to her advantage? The cop hypothesis didn’t hold up.

I laughed again as I headed for the shower, remembering the dopey look on that Cannibal’s face as he got fucked up by a champagne bottle over the head. What got into those guys anyway?

She was a… unique girl to say the least. I thought about her as the hot water worked on my aches and pains, but was unable to wash away the memory of how hard she made me cum.

A screamer too. There were times I thought that my neighbors might call the cops because they thought somebody was getting murdered, she was that loud.

Maybe, since she was screaming “Yes!” and “Fuck me!” that put everybody within earshot at ease, because there had been no interruptions. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me as I headed to the kitchen.

I was sipping my coffee and waiting for my toast to pop up before I looked at the clock on the microwave.

“
Fuck!
”

Ten past eleven. I slammed my coffee down on the counter and it sloshed over the top. I was already half-dressed by the time my precious caffeine settled back down in the mug.

The Acardis gave me my own lab to run, with a few assistants who had standing orders to clean the fuck out of everything if I wasn’t there to tell them otherwise. The Acardis didn’t care what hours I worked, as long as I met my quota, but today I had a meeting with Giovanni Acardi. At eleven o’clock.

I hadn’t slept this late in years. I’d never been late for my monthly meeting before. It was probably going to make things even more tense than they normally were.

With only one piece of dry toast and my backpack for company, I was out the door and heading down in the elevator in record time. I drummed my fingers on the wall as it descended at what felt like a snail’s pace, as if somebody had hit the slow setting on the fuckin’ thing.

These meetings shouldn’t have been such ordeals, but Giovanni was a real cocksucker. Hell, the higher up in the family you looked, the bigger an asshole the Acardi tended to be.

All that should have happened was Giovanni ticking a box in a notebook that my quota was met, as agreed, they pay me my fucking money, and I give them a list of things I need in the next shipment of supplies and equipment. Instead, we did all that, plus Giovanni had to give me a spiel about how great the Acardis were, how lucky I was as a lowly non-Italian to be blessed with working with them, don’t forget my place, what the fuck do I need all this shit for, blah, blah, blah, it was never-ending.

Out on the street, I hailed a cab and gave the driver the directions. Thank fuck it wasn’t the same cabbie from last night. That would have been awkward.

It was eleven twenty-nine when I stepped out on to the sidewalk again and craned my neck up at what was officially called the Trafford Tower, but which everybody in the know called the Acardi Building. Construction workers milled around, looking like they were doing nothing in the kind of way that only construction workers could.

Even with all the rebuilding work going on in the city after the earthquake last year, it was a quick and relatively hassle-free trip. The real ordeal would happen way up there at the top.

“
D
o
you know who I am?” Giovanni asked.

“Met you dozens of times, haven’t I?”

You could almost see the steam coming out of Giovanni’s ears. It was so fucking easy to get these guys pissed off. You didn’t even have to know what buttons to push, just push any fucking button and that would do it.

“Johnny, do me a favor and hold a gun to this cocksucker’s head.”

The soldier behind me and to my right stepped up and pressed the barrel against my ear painfully. It was an empty threat, and Giovanni knew that I knew it. And that was pissing him off even more.

I’d been very careful to keep the intricate details of my manufacturing process to myself. The people working under me were doing very specific tasks, and none of them were involved with too large a chunk of the entire thing.

Much of it was over the heads of all but the brightest chemists working in the industry at the moment, but I was always careful to look out for new guys who seemed to know a little bit too much about what they were doing. They tended to get mysteriously sick and have to leave.

The fact was that Alberico Acardi would have Giovanni’s head on a stake if Giovanni had me killed, even if they were cousins. I tried to calculate how much money my product was making for the family, based on how much I used to sell it for. It could very well have been in the billion-dollar range by now.

All from little old me. They didn’t want that cash cow’s milk to dry up. Still, the gun was hurting my fucking ear, and it was a pain I could do without.

“OK, you’re Giovanni Acardi.”

“I snap my fingers and you end up in a dumpster, motherfucker, don’t you forget it. Alberico is too soft on you. If I had my way, you’d be in that lab in chains, not in here smart-mouthing and getting paid a king’s fucking ransom every month.”

Yeah, Alberico was a real fucking peach. The first time I realized I’d come up on the Acardi’s radar was when six guys jumped me and I was given this deal that honestly confused me as much as it did Giovanni.

Get paid, great autonomy, run your own lab… or we kill your mother and bury you alive with her corpse for a while until you have a change of heart. I thought Alberico must have been reading some crazy Art of War kind of shit at the time, like I’d be a better chemist for them if I was under the illusion that I was valued.

I did my best to give them every reason to believe that was true. I developed new products, and never missed my quota, but they screwed the pooch with that initial strong-arm shit. They threatened my fucking mother, and I was going to piss on their corpses because of it.

Giovanni twitched his head to the side and Johnny put his gun away. I rubbed my ear.

“Well, long live Alberico,” I said.

“What gave you the idea you could be late for a meeting with
me
?” Giovanni asked.

“Hell of a night.”

“I don’t care if-”

“Had some problems with the Cannibals.”

“What the fuck do you have to do with them?”

“Ordinarily? Nothing,” I said. “I was hoping you could tell me. I thought you were supplying them, so why would they track me down?”

“We cut them off. They played their part, they got it out to the people, helped with early distribution and getting the word out, but we don’t need them anymore. They want it, they can pay end-user prices now. What I wanna know is why, for a guy who’s supposed to be so fuckin’ smart, they knew about you at all? So what did you give ‘em?”

“Nothing. Kicked their asses.”

“You?” Giovanni laughed, and his puppets around the room chuckled on cue. “Well, whatever, what… actually, you know what? I don’t give a fuck. This blind-eye shit stops now. There is no “spare” product anymore. It ain’t fuckin’ yours. You make it, you don’t distribute it, you piece of shit. I hear about you supplyin’ anything and I’ll force-feed five pounds of the shit down your mother’s throat until she’s fuckin’ fizzin’ from her eyeballs, you hear me?”

Maybe I had some buttons of my own, because there was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to feel his face pulping under my fists. I could feel this red-hot rage rising, and I gripped the sides of my chair as I fought to keep it down.

Not now, Ryan. Soon. All of them.

I had planned on dialing my own personal sales back anyway after my wake-up call last night, but it was a kick in the teeth for it to look like I was complying with Giovanni’s demands with my tail between my legs. He saw that he’d got under my skin, and it was only his smug fucking expression that helped me bring myself under control again.

“I hear you,” I said through clenched teeth. “But you’re going to have to do something about them, keep them off my back. Here’s what I need for the next delivery.”

I reached into my pocket and slid the folded piece of paper across his desk. He picked it up and started unfolding it.

“For fuck sake. We’ll have to send some guys to give them a message. It’s going to cost us, and it’s coming out of your pay. What the
fuck
do you need all this extra shit for?”

“Research and development.”

“Fuck that, we’re not buying all this. Phosphorus? What the fuck is cyclo… cyclohex-”

“Cyclohexane. Pay me my money and buy what the fuck I have listed there, or tell Alberico that you decided it wasn’t worth my time working on what might be the next F-Pro.”

I could see Giovanni mulling over how that conversation would go, given how my new product aimed at the sports market had given them an income boost in direct sales, as well as affecting their sports fixing income. A brain like mine was too good an opportunity for them to waste.

“Fuck it. Fine. Here.”

Giovanni pulled a briefcase out from behind his desk and spun it so the latches faced me before sliding it across. I stood and opened it and made a little “Mmmm” of appreciation. This was a sight that would never get old.

Out of all the crime families in the country, the Acardis were the newest. They were still old as shit, but because they’d started their existence as the most modern of them all, they had a kind of acceptance of new technology and methodology that that the other families were slower to adopt.

The Acardis focused on a different set of schemes than the others. They were involved with cyber-fraud, and I even heard they had a team devoted to online dating scams, where they not only extorted cash from lonely men and women, but if they hooked a person in any kind of position of power, they blackmailed them too. Politicians, business men and women, you name it.

This technological slant they had was why I always transferred the cash into my own backpack, and took the money to the lab before I took it anywhere else. I had the equipment there to check it for anything they might do to trace it. So far they hadn’t, but the last thing I wanted was for them to know where my stash was.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Yeah. Don’t forget your fuckin’ place again. You’re gettin’ paid more than some of the fuckin’ Italian guys and you’re on thin ice.”

“Right. Have a fuckin’ nice day, and take care of the Cannibals.”

I shouldered my backpack and headed to the door, noticing Johnny watching Giovanni for any signal that I should be reprimanded for my less than respectful exit. Apparently no signal came, as I didn’t have a gun shoved in my face again.

Daydreams of dropping Giovanni in a vat of acid comforted me as I took the elevator down. By the time I reached the ground floor, I was over it. He’d get exactly what he deserved in the end.

In the meantime, life was rolling along pretty well. Especially last night.

That girl. Sarina. Her virginity was
mine
, and she’d been the best lay of my life. Incredible.

Ordinarily, I would have been over the moon if I woke up and found the girl gone instead of hanging around asking me for some free F or wanting a gift or some shit. I actually wanted to taste her again, listen to her
screaming
as she came. So good.

And not only sexy as
fuck
, but feisty… and so innocent-looking too. From what little I’d spoken to her… she seemed smart and even
nice
.

Mom said she wanted to see you with a nice girl before she-

I cut the thought off before it could finish. None of that was going to happen. I didn’t see myself with a
nice
girl, and Mom wasn’t going to die. Not on my watch.

I didn’t have Sarina’s number… but she did say she was staying at Cumberland. It wouldn’t be
that
hard to track her down. Maybe I’d drop by in a few days, once she’d had a chance to recover and could handle another session.