King's Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Page 9

“Where do you want me to come today? Hmm? In you, or on you?”

  “Inside me. Fill me up,” I begged.

  “No, I don’t think I will. I think I like the idea of my sticky cum on your stomach, knowing that I can use you however and whenever I like. Isn’t that right, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Then go ahead.”

  Like a switch being flipped, I came aggressively around him, milking his hungry cock. When I felt King twitch inside me, close to coming, he pulled back quickly and spurt ropes of his seed all over my stomach.

  Jadepping a finger in it, I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it clean, smiling a devilish smile at him.

  “You’re a dirty slut, isn’t that right?”

  “I’m your dirty slut,” I corrected.

  A while later, we were both cleaned up and lying in bed. King traced circles on my bare shoulder. So many things had happened over the last several days, and I just needed a time out from it all. King being here was just a bonus.

  When he knocked on the door not too long ago, I had been terrified. I’d been up all night, scared out of my mind that Rossi would come after me, even though the thought was ridiculous. When I saw King at the door, I immediately felt relief, but it was overshadowed by my anger from earlier. I was definitely angry at him, especially after he’d turned his back on me when we were with Rossi.

  I realized, then, that we’d never finished our conversation about what he was planning.

  “You never told me what you have to stay at the club for,” I said, speaking my first words in many moments.

  “I’m trying to get down to the bottom of a few things, and I need to stay on Rossi’s good side.”

  “Things like what?”

  “I think everything is connected, including your money being stolen and that robbery I interrupted the other day. And I think it all has something to do with your favorite customer,” he said.

  “Seriously? He doesn’t even speak. What’s it got to do with him?”

  “Christy, that man is in the Mafia. You dance in a private room for the mob boss every week.”

  “Fuck, seriously?” Damn, I hated it when Jade was right. Thank God, she wasn’t here to rub it in.

  “I didn’t know at first, but I’ve been hearing rumors. I think he and Rossi are working with each other, but I don’t know how. All I know is that you're involved and so was the break in the other day.”

  “Ugh, this is a mess.” I said, pressing my thumb and forefinger into my clenched eyes and letting out a deep breath.

  “I know,” he agreed, snuggling further into my side.

  He hadn’t explained much, but I was too tired and overwhelmed to care. I trusted him, and that was all that mattered. Most importantly, I couldn’t help but feel safe and relaxed for the first time in a couple days, ever since he’d arrived at my house. I counted myself lucky that he had even come by, because I knew he really didn’t have to tell me what he was planning.

  I’d gathered quite a bit from what he hadn’t said, though. Knowing King, the fact that he hadn’t called the police on the robbers meant that he either knew who could be responsible, or that he wanted to go after them himself. That didn’t seem too far-fetched for King’s train of thought. Of course, he would want to go after the guys that had knocked him out and left him alone and bleeding at Diamond Castle. I didn’t blame him at all.

  “You’re going after them, aren’t you?”

  King didn’t reply, and I took that as confirmation.

  “You can’t do that alone. You’re going to need some help. Don’t deny it. I can help you find them.”

  “No. You need to stay out of this.”

  “Fuck that,” I disagreed. “I’m already involved. Please, let me help you.”

  “I can’t let you do that. I don’t know what kind of trouble I could get into, and I’m not dragging you into that.”

  I slumped back into my pillow and closed my eyes.

  “So, you’re just going to stay with Rossi, then?” I was over the fact that he didn’t stand up for me the other day. I knew why now. But I wouldn’t get over him working with Rossi every day, even if that was the best way he could get information.

  If I was smarter, more logical, and less emotional, then perhaps I would’ve done as he did and stayed close to Rossi, hoping to stumble across something incriminating. That was the smarter move, especially since Rossi was a much better boss than enemy. I even knew that if I went over there now and apologized for my behavior, then I could get my job back. It would come with a complete loss of trust, pay, and status, but I could get on his metaphorical good side again.

  Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t like King. I couldn’t keep my emotions in check like he could. I could never go crawling back to Rossi like that and lie through my teeth. As impressive as it was, I would never be King, and I had to accept that he knew what he was doing to help both himself and me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  King

  So, you’re just going to stay with Rossi then?

  Christy’s words rang in my ears long after I’d left her place. She was completely right, but it was a hard pill to swallow. Was I really just going to stay with him and hope that I’d figure everything out eventually? It was the only plan I had at the moment, but that didn’t mean it was a good one. Returning to work day after day and trying not to smash Rossi’s head against a wall took serious effort.

  I’d told Christy that she couldn’t help me, and I stood by that. After all, Rossi still thought I was his lapdog and trusted me, at least to an extent. It was difficult to say whether he truly did trust me, or just kept me close until he could get rid of me.

  The club was a different place without Christy, and I wasn’t the only one that noticed. Some of the regulars had complained about it, and a few of the girls had too. Worst of all was Christy’s group of girls, who were acting like I was the devil. I supposed escorting her out of the place earned me no favors.

  “King, if that asshole from yesterday tries to come in again, make sure you deal with him,” Rossi called as he walked by.

  “Sure thing, boss,” I said tonelessly.

  For some reason, he took this as an invitation to lean against the wall beside me, raking his eyes over the place.

  “Quiet tonight, don’t you think?” he said conversationally.

  “Not too bad.” I was already on edge working for him, but usually I didn’t have to deal much with him. That brought me back to my earlier problem with the plan. How was I going to find anything out about Rossi, if I didn’t start doing a little digging?

  “You know, Christy may have been a lying bitch, but she was a good dancer.”

  I tensed a fraction, but tried not to let it show. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was just trying to rile me up. As it was, I knew he said that kind of shit all the time, especially about Christy. I didn’t know exactly why he hated her at times and wanted to fuck her at others. Things like that made me wonder if the man was completely stable. His maniacal laugh and impulsive decisions sure didn’t help him out.

  “She was,” I agreed.

  “Not as good as she was in bed. Fuck, she was a complete animal in the sheets, I tell you.”

  Well, that was a big load of bullshit. No way would Christy ever go near that bag of filth. She’d told me numerous times how she and all the girls hated him, and that was before he had robbed her blind. No, there was not a chance in hell that they’d ever done the deed.

  Jesus, I couldn’t even think about it without a chance of my breakfast surfacing.

  “Oh, yeah?” I finally replied, just to say something. The only other option was to say, ‘I know you’re lying, you piece of shit,’ and that probably wouldn’t go down well.

  “Yeah, man. Begged for it every time, and really loved me telling her what to do, too.”

  Calm down, he’s just messing with you.

>   Was there a chance that I was wrong, and they had slept together? Maybe that was why Christy was so insistent that he was harmless when I tried to warn her about him. And it might explain why Rossi lusted after her, but hated her at the same time.

  Fuck, why did I even care? I’d slept with more girls than I could count. Maybe it was the fact that it was Rossi that really got me. Yeah, that was probably it. Why she would stoop so low would remain a mystery.

  It had gone a beat loo long without me replying, but what could I really say to that anyway?

  “Still, that slut wasn’t worth all her trouble. Did you hear what she accused me of? Who does she think she is? As if I would need to steal her whoring money.”

  Don’t hit him. Don’t hit him.

  My teeth were grinding as I clenched my jaw and fisted my hands. I wouldn’t attack him here, but I would sure fantasize about it.

  “If she were here right now I’d be sure to teach her a lesson. Tie her down, and maybe invite some buddies. She’d love it. Maybe I’d let her come back and work here if she asked nicely.”

  I was going to kill him. There was nothing else for it.

  “You had your own little fun with her, didn’t you?” he asked suddenly.

  “What do you mean?” I said. I hoped to God that he wasn’t about to turn it around.

  “I saw the way she was coming on to you. Probably fucked her a few times, too. I get it; the slut gets around. She was good though, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Did you know what she was planning to do? Her crazy ass idea of opening her own joint?”

  “We never really talked much, if you get me,” I said, suppressing my disgust when he cackled like a lunatic and clapped his hands together.

  “I get you, King. I wish I knew where she was now, though. Maybe I could pay her a visit and get some things sorted out. You wouldn’t know where I could find her, would you?”

  “Afraid not,” I said firmly.

  If Rossi was fishing for information so sloppily, it was a wonder he knew anything about anyone. In fact, more and more of his behavior seemed to cement in my mind that there was another, higher power doling out the orders, and that Rossi was a pawn in their plans.

  “She’ll come by, eventually,” he said. “She’s too hotheaded to leave it alone. Probably thinks I’ll admit to something I didn’t even do. I’ll be ready though, and show her who’s boss. I have a buddy who loves them when they’re not moving.”

  His laugh was going to be the death of me. Scratch that, it was going to be the death of him, if he didn’t shut his trap soon.

  “Anyway, I gotta get going. If you see Christy, tell her that I’d like to see her and catch up like we used to.”

  He slapped me once on the arm, as I forced a half smirk to my lips. The man was going to die after all this nonsense was sorted out. There was no way he would get to keep breathing after the shit he’d said, and that was a promise.

  What I really needed to do know was warn Christy about what he’d said. Rossi was right about one thing, and that was the fact that Christy was hotheaded and quick to charge into things she had no business getting involved in. She was a smart girl, no doubt about it, but combining her temper and her bad luck was a sure-fire way to get herself into deeper trouble than she could ever dig her way out of.

  “Hey, asshole!”

  I held in my deep sigh of irritation as Jade waltzed over to me, one hair flip away from blinding the clientele.

  “We never really talked much’?” she accused me angrily. “What the fuck, King? You sure are a piece of work, screwing over Christy and teaming up with the whack job while you’re at it!”

  “How’d you–”

  “There are eyes and ears everywhere here. You should remember that. Now, Christy may not be working here anymore, but she will never stop being our girl. I don’t know what game you’re playing at, but you better not let Christy get fucked over any worse than she already is.”

  “You don’t know the whole story,” I began, holding up a hand in placation.

  “I know there’s more going on. I’m not stupid,” she interrupted. Jade was practically spitting fire, this one. “I had a feeling about you from the start, and I hope to God that I wasn’t wrong. Protect my girl, all right?”

  Her eyes were burning holes into me, and I could do nothing but nod in agreement. After all, she was just trying to protect her friend, and she was right. Christy was getting fucked over, and I wanted to protect her. No, I needed to protect her.

  Christy, Rossi, the mobster, and I were all connected in some way, and I hard to sort it out, and soon, before anything else happened that would affect Christy and me.

  Work that night seemed to drag on. The entire time, I had to keep a close watch on Rossi, while still doing my job. At the end of the night, however, I still came up empty. What did I expect, though? To just overhear a conversation implicating him in something that would give me enough evidence to do something about it? It was a ridiculous thought, but as sloppy as Rossi was, it was still likely to happen.

  Finally, the shift ended, and I was able to leave. My destination was definitely going to be Christy’s house, but I had to plan out what I was going to say to her. The last time I tried to warn her about something, she didn’t believe me and went out of her way to prove me wrong.

  Not this time.

  I’d make sure she would listen to me. I had no other choice. If Christy got hurt, then it would all be on me, no matter what she thought.

  It would be because I wasn’t smart enough, or quick enough, or resourceful enough to solve the mysterious situation and get her out of harm’s way. Christy could bitch and moan all she wanted about how she could take care of herself, but there was no way I would risk it with someone as unstable as Rossi. One moment he was as sane as I was, and the next minute he was a raving psychopath.

  No, I had to keep Christy safe and away. If it was anyone else, I might make an effort to tell them only a little, so that I could protect them. With Christy, I had to tell her enough so she wouldn’t go fighting battles that she had no place fighting.

  Driving to her place, I was strangely paranoid, checking the rear-view mirror every second to make sure I wasn’t being followed and taking a few detours, as well. I wouldn’t put it past Rossi to have me followed, especially since he seemed so curious about Christy’s whereabouts earlier. If he didn’t already know where Christy lived, then there was no chance that I would lead him straight to her.

  When I arrived at her house at last, it was ridiculously late, or early. Unlike last time, all the lights were off and there was complete silence except for the sound of my engine as I pulled into her driveway.

  I didn’t know what to expect when she opened the door. I could get happy Christy, tired Christy, angry Christy or horny Christy. Maybe even a combination. All I knew was that I had to get her to understand the danger she could be in. She couldn’t pretend this was just Rossi being a petty asshole. No, there were bigger powers at play, and she had to watch out before she got dragged in further. If scaring her was what it took, then I would do it with no hesitation, just to keep her impulsive tendencies in check.

  The door swung open and standing there was Christy Just Christy. It was at that point that a strange thought occurred to me; she could be feeling any range of emotions, and she would still be just Christy.

  “King?” she said groggily. “Missed me already?”

  I ignored her teasing, and she must have noticed the stern look on my face, because her smile lessened considerably.

  “What’s wrong? Did you find something out?”

  Christy turned and motioned for me to come in, leading me to her couch.

  “I’ve been talking to Rossi. You need to keep your head down Christy. I mean it.”

  “Why, what’s he said?”

  “Just tried to get me to talk about you, and said a few threatening things.” I wasn’t about to bring up everything that he’d said, especially if
it meant that she might confirm that she had gotten together with Rossi once. I didn’t care how long ago it was. I never wanted to know if it was true.

  “Oh, is that all?” Christy’s entire demeanor changed to one of disinterest. Hadn’t she learned from before that it wasn’t a good idea to underestimate him?

  “No, that isn’t all! Rossi isn’t a petty criminal. He’s up to something, and you're in danger. You need to lay low and put your plans for your own club on hold.”

  “What?” she shouted. “What gives you the right to say that? I need to get back my money and–”

  “Stop! Listen!” I strode forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, almost shaking her. She had to listen, and she had to understand. My eyes bore into hers, and I could sense her anxiety increase, along with mine.