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her.
“Where would I go?”
I opened the door and stepped out. She gave me a lingering look that made my cock half hard.
I’d heard her last night. Lying in the dark on the couch, I’d heard her soft moans coming through the thin bedroom door. I knew she was thinking about me, knew she couldn’t help it, but despite that, she put a wall up between us.
I understood. I was some stranger who had stolen her away and upended her life. Even if I’d saved her from a shitty life and a shitty death, I was still a killer, the guy who had murdered her father. There was no getting around that fact.
But she still fucking wanted me. The girl had been touching that nice little pussy in my bed, thinking about my thick cock fucking her deep and rough. I hadn’t been able to help but jerk myself off, imagining those full lips wrapped around my cock.
Fuck I wanted to feel her tight cunt. I wanted to wrap that pussy around my cock, fuck her deep and rough, and then make her swallow every bit of my come. I bet she sucked dick like she was born for it, especially with those lips. She was fucking fierce and sexy as hell, and I wasn’t even sure that she realized it.
As I got into my car and drove out to the deli, I knew I should try to get my mind right. Some fucking shady shit had happened last night with the Spiders, and there was a lot I couldn’t figure out.
But instead of wondering about that, I just kept thinking about Emma. She was the real problem in my life. I didn’t know what to do with her, and really I should have killed her already. Soon Dante was going to ask for a body, though I suspected this shit with the Spiders bought me a little extra time.
I wasn’t going to kill her. That wasn’t an option. But I still didn’t know how to keep both of us alive. Maybe we could go on the run, but I doubted she’d be willing. She’d have to stay close to me, listen to everything I told her, and it would be a lot of time before she was free again. The mafia didn’t forget easily, so we’d have to stay hidden together. She could barely wait a few days in my apartment; I couldn’t imagine what it would be like living in hiding with her.
But fuck if I didn’t want that anyway. I could only imagine all the different ways I could get her off. I could practically hear the way she’d beg my name, needing me to fuck her deeper and harder.
I pulled up outside the deli, my cock hard, and had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
Hard on subsided, I climbed out and opened the back door of the building. I stepped into the familiar back room and looked around.
Dante was sitting alone at the table. His eye was black and his arm was in a bloody sling.
“You look like shit,” I said.
“You do too.”
I shrugged and grimaced. “How’d you get out of there?” I joined him at the table. The deli up front was pretty busy, but the staff knew not to come into the back when Dante was there.
“Not ashamed to admit that I hid underneath a dumpster.”
“So that’s what that smell is.”
He smirked. “Good one. Those fucking Spiders, man. They tore us to pieces.”
“How many did we lose?”
“Six,” he said. “Everyone else is injured.”
“I got shot twice in the fucking chest. Vest saved my life.”
“What happened to you?”
“Pushed those cars out and tried to escape, but I took those bullets, like I said. When I woke up, I was lying facedown on the sidewalk and everyone was gone, except the bodies, of course.”
He nodded. “They must have thought you were dead.”
“Yeah, well, lucky me. I got up and walked the fuck away from there as fast as I could.”
“That shit with the cars, that was good work.”
“Thanks.” I leaned back in the shitty folding chair and crossed my arms. “Figured someone had to do it.”
“Seriously, Brooks. That sort of shit is why Gian is so impressed with you.”
“Anything to impress him.”
Dante grinned at me. “You want to move up in this
“Where would I go?”
I opened the door and stepped out. She gave me a lingering look that made my cock half hard.
I’d heard her last night. Lying in the dark on the couch, I’d heard her soft moans coming through the thin bedroom door. I knew she was thinking about me, knew she couldn’t help it, but despite that, she put a wall up between us.
I understood. I was some stranger who had stolen her away and upended her life. Even if I’d saved her from a shitty life and a shitty death, I was still a killer, the guy who had murdered her father. There was no getting around that fact.
But she still fucking wanted me. The girl had been touching that nice little pussy in my bed, thinking about my thick cock fucking her deep and rough. I hadn’t been able to help but jerk myself off, imagining those full lips wrapped around my cock.
Fuck I wanted to feel her tight cunt. I wanted to wrap that pussy around my cock, fuck her deep and rough, and then make her swallow every bit of my come. I bet she sucked dick like she was born for it, especially with those lips. She was fucking fierce and sexy as hell, and I wasn’t even sure that she realized it.
As I got into my car and drove out to the deli, I knew I should try to get my mind right. Some fucking shady shit had happened last night with the Spiders, and there was a lot I couldn’t figure out.
But instead of wondering about that, I just kept thinking about Emma. She was the real problem in my life. I didn’t know what to do with her, and really I should have killed her already. Soon Dante was going to ask for a body, though I suspected this shit with the Spiders bought me a little extra time.
I wasn’t going to kill her. That wasn’t an option. But I still didn’t know how to keep both of us alive. Maybe we could go on the run, but I doubted she’d be willing. She’d have to stay close to me, listen to everything I told her, and it would be a lot of time before she was free again. The mafia didn’t forget easily, so we’d have to stay hidden together. She could barely wait a few days in my apartment; I couldn’t imagine what it would be like living in hiding with her.
But fuck if I didn’t want that anyway. I could only imagine all the different ways I could get her off. I could practically hear the way she’d beg my name, needing me to fuck her deeper and harder.
I pulled up outside the deli, my cock hard, and had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
Hard on subsided, I climbed out and opened the back door of the building. I stepped into the familiar back room and looked around.
Dante was sitting alone at the table. His eye was black and his arm was in a bloody sling.
“You look like shit,” I said.
“You do too.”
I shrugged and grimaced. “How’d you get out of there?” I joined him at the table. The deli up front was pretty busy, but the staff knew not to come into the back when Dante was there.
“Not ashamed to admit that I hid underneath a dumpster.”
“So that’s what that smell is.”
He smirked. “Good one. Those fucking Spiders, man. They tore us to pieces.”
“How many did we lose?”
“Six,” he said. “Everyone else is injured.”
“I got shot twice in the fucking chest. Vest saved my life.”
“What happened to you?”
“Pushed those cars out and tried to escape, but I took those bullets, like I said. When I woke up, I was lying facedown on the sidewalk and everyone was gone, except the bodies, of course.”
He nodded. “They must have thought you were dead.”
“Yeah, well, lucky me. I got up and walked the fuck away from there as fast as I could.”
“That shit with the cars, that was good work.”
“Thanks.” I leaned back in the shitty folding chair and crossed my arms. “Figured someone had to do it.”
“Seriously, Brooks. That sort of shit is why Gian is so impressed with you.”
“Anything to impress him.”
Dante grinned at me. “You want to move up in this
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