Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
Vince
I shove down those godforsaken memories forcing myself to go through the calculations for the upcoming week. Firing up my laptop, I check the Vegas line, making my own adjustments.
Needing to shift some action in the upcoming New York game, I grab my phone. First up is one of my regulars, but his phone is no longer in service. Pulling out my book, I double-check his number before redialing. Same story.
This was the bettor who was “mistaken” about the fight action. I search the obituaries online, but don’t find my guy.
My fingers drum on my desk as I consider. A bettor doesn’t ghost his bookie unless one of two things happens: he’s in over his head and thinks he can skip out, or he’s found another bookie.
Consulting my book again, I see this guy owes me a little over three grand. Not enough to justify skipping town. That leaves the second option, which has me scratching my head. Everyone knows the Parisi family runs AC, and I run the only illegal action in town. I consider the possibility he went the legal sportsbook avenue; until I remember this man still uses a flip phone.
Debating on how I want to handle this, I decide to wait until next week; if my guy’s a no-show at settle-up, then all bets are off.
Returning home, I toss the pizza box on the kitchen table and walk to the living room. Study materials are scattered about, but no sign of Luna or the tutor. “Luna,” I call.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Sprinting down the hall, I curse, moving the chair from underneath the bathroom door handle. The tutor bursts out of the bathroom, sobbing hysterically.
“Where’s Luna?” I panic, grabbing the woman by the shoulders and giving her a shake.
“That little bitch locked me in the bathroom! I’m calling the police!”
She takes off for the living room, but I grab her by the arm, slamming her body against the wall. “Help!” she screams.
“This was a misunderstanding, right?” I move the barrel of my pistol to her temple.
Eyes wide, she whimpers. “Right.”
“And you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut, right?”
She gulps. “Right.”
“And if you talk to the cops, you’re dead. You understand that, right?”
“Right,” she whispers.
“All the right answers. Don’t ever come back. ”
She sprints to the living room and grabs her purse, barreling out the door.
Gripping my phone so tightly I nearly break the case, I send Luna a message.
Get your ass home NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pacing back and forth, rage wafts off me like cheap cologne. Exactly thirty seven minutes pass before Luna graces me with her presence.
Closing the door behind her, she says sheepishly, “Vince?—”
“You know what bad debt is, piccola ?”
Luna shakes her head with confusion. “No?”
“Credit advanced to a debtor that’s unrecoverable. The debtor is unable to pay, or it’s not worth my time trying to collect, to name two examples. It’s a risk of operating on credit, sure, but when a debt becomes bad, I have to eat those losses,” I explain. “Do you know what happens to the debtor when I have to eat those losses?”
“They die,” she whispers, her emerald eyes dilated with fear.
“Mm-hum.” I advance as she backpedals, bumping into the door. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I warn her, “You’re teetering dangerously close to the bad debt column.”
She reaches up, trying to pry my hand away, and that’s when I see it.
“Take your dress off,” I snap.
“What?” she gasps.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I give her neck a squeeze before releasing her.
Luna moves her shaky hands and lifts her dress up and over her head, clutching it to her chest.
I yank her arms down by the wrists, revealing an illegal bikini, her full tits nearly spilling out from every angle. My nostrils flaring, I snap my eyes to the bandage on her ribcage. Peeling it off with my other hand, I expect to find cut marks, but instead it’s a tattoo.
“Vince.” Luna breathes my name, her face flush.
“I hope your little furlough was worth it, because you’re on lockdown from here on out.” I spin on my heel and storm out of the room.
Slamming my bedroom door, I run my hands over my face in frustration. My dick is hard. Not just hard, but painfully hard.
Pacing back and forth, I realize it’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid. That has to be it.
I grab my phone, texting Sophie to come over.
Sorry, I can’t tonight.
“Fuck!”
I storm to the bathroom, stripping as I turn on the shower. Not waiting for the water to warm up, I step inside, hoping the frigid temperature will shock some sense into my dick.
Leaning my forehead against the tile, I groan at the unbidden image of Luna in her string bikini. Nipples jutting out of the thin material. Face flush. Bratty little mouth so plump and defiant. I haven’t been able to shut her up so far, but I bet my dick shoved down her throat would do the trick.
Squirting a blob of shower gel in my hand, I stroke my throbbing dick up and down, getting nice and lubed up as I close my eyes…
“Vince.” Luna’s throaty voice has my dick jumping. I turn around to find her in the shower with me, wearing that illegal bikini. Water rains down on her, and the material is now plastered to her perfect tits, those rosy nipples tempting me. “I’m sorry.”
“Apologize like you mean it.”
Her eyes wide, she asks, “How?”
“On your knees.”
She doesn’t hesitate, falling to her knees and looking up at me with those big emerald eyes of hers .
Fuuuck, I might come from the sight alone. “Open that smart mouth for me, piccola. I’m going to fuck your throat.”
Luna opens her mouth wide, and I slide my dick inside her deliciously warm mouth. She moans in pleasure, and my balls tingle with the need for release, but not yet. No, she doesn’t get off the hook that easily.
I thrust my hips forward, and she gags, her throat constricting around my length. “Fuck, Luna. That’s it.”
I move my hips, enthralled at how tears are falling down her lovely cheeks. “Look at you taking my dick so deep. See, you can be a good girl.”
She whimpers, and I throw my head back, drunk with pleasure.
“Fuck, Luna, I’m coming!” I roar, spraying the stone tile with what feels like the biggest load of my life.
My chest heaving, I grab the shower head and wash away the evidence of that forbidden fantasy. And in my post-nut clarity, I know exactly what has to be done.
Get this girl out of my house and out of my life as quickly as possible.