Chapter 11
Ryan
"W hat is with you today ?" Jamie asked as we made our way to Carlo’s mansion. My mind was still reeling from the events of the weekend. I’d never fucked anyone the way I had fucked Siena. It was pure fucking pleasure.
"I had a long few days," I smirked. Why did I even sleep? I could have fucked Siena at least another three times if I hadn't. I groaned internally at the thought; it was too late now. My wild weekend was over.
"I have never seen you this hyped up before," Jamie mused, removing his sunglasses as we pulled through the gates of the large Valenti estate. The mansion had been in the family for generations.
Siena had some kind of power over me, and although it had been hours since we’d parted I could still taste her on my tongue. I had even rolled around in my sheets once she'd left this afternoon, jerking off to the memories of our weekend together. If that made me a pervert, then so fucking be it!
"I had some top class pussy," I muttered, noticing Tony was already outside the mansion waiting for me. No doubt he was ready to take me down because I’d slept with his woman.
"It was a woman that got you this hyped up?" Jamie replied in shock, bringing the car to a stop. Tony walked toward the car window with his arms folded. The motherfucker was shooting daggers at me.
"I need to speak to you, Lawson—in private," he spat, expecting me to follow him as he walked away.
"I have business with your father first," I called, ignoring his hissy fit.
"Like fuck you do. You will see me, now !"
"Keep your panties on, Tony," Jamie teased, smirking at me. "Carlo told me to get Ryan. Something important has come up."
"Why wasn't I told?" Tony yelled, storming into the house. "Why I am always the last to fucking know in this house!?"
"Probably because you are too busy throwing your toys out of your stroller," I murmured under my breath.
I followed Jamie down the hallway, gazing up at the grand staircase and wondering if Siena was here or at her own apartment. I needed to stop being such a fucking pussy and let her go. It was one fucking weekend!
"Why am I never told anything?" I could hear Tony arguing with his father before I saw them.
"Antonio, you don't need to know every single detail. That is my job. Are you acting this way because of Siena's whereabouts this weekend?" Carlo snarled back just as I met his gaze. "Oh, Ryan, you're here. That was quick."
"You know I hate to keep you waiting," I smirked, darting my eyes to Tony. Yeah, fucker, I had your girl this weekend...over and over again...and she loved every single second of it.
Carlo smiled before gesturing for me to sit down. "Thank you, Jamie, that will be all," he called. Jamie nodded, looking at me with a grin. He might have worked out who I was with this weekend. I knew he wouldn’t say anything to 'big mouth' Bennett, though.
"Now, boys, do we need to get anything out in the open before we begin the tasks for the evening?" Carlo asked as soon as his office door was closed.
"You fucked her, didn't you?" Tony snarled toward me.
"I thought that was the point," I responded smugly. He flew for me but I was quicker. I grabbed his arm, shoved him to the ground, and pinned his face to the carpet. "Yes, I fucked her," I growled in his ear, "and no, I won't ever touch her again. You have my word, so chill the fuck out!" I yelled, letting him go and straightening my posture.
"You fucked her...you really fucked her," he moaned into the carpet.
"You didn't think I would?"
He pushed up off the floor and got in my face quicker than I thought possible. "You're supposed to be like a brother to me. How could you do that? I love her!" Love? Tony was a real fucking comedian. He didn’t know the meaning of the word.
"You love her because everyone wants her!” Pushing him back so he wasn’t right in my face, I continued. “If you truly loved her, you wouldn't fuck every stripper in the club!"
"I can't believe you've caused this wedge between Trixie and me. She won't even talk to me, you motherfucker!"
It sounds to me like your need for Ryan’s car and the idiotic bet you decided to make is what caused the wedge between you and Trixie, Alexander. Not Ryan." Carlo added, shaking his head at his son. I could see the disappointment in his eyes yet again. "You need to move on. Trixie will come around in her own time. It's good to have a woman with some fighting spirit in our profession. Besides, Ryan has given his word. He won't touch her again."
"Too fucking right he won't," Tony seethed, looking at me, "because I will kill the motherfucker if he so much as looks at her in the wrong way!"
"You're throwing death threats at me after what I have done for you!?" He was going to get my fist in his face if he kept at it.
"Boys!" Carlo stressed, waving his hands in the air. "We can't run a business with my two boys arguing."
Tony turned his ice cold stare on Carlo. "I'm your boy, Father. Ryan is a piece of shit you found on the streets and took on as a pet project."
"A piece of shit that has saved your fucking life countless times, asshole," I commented with a sigh as I poured Carlo and me a whiskey. Tony would calm down after his little hissy fit was over. I had heard this all too many times before.
"You only wanted to fuck Trixie to piss me off."
"No, I've wanted to fuck her from the moment I saw her and you know that. I made it very obvious the night she first started at Cherries."
"Well, I hope you enjoyed it, because I don't want you anywhere near her from this moment on. You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend!"
"Tony," Carlo inhaled. "I think we have bigger things to worry about than Trixie at this point."
"What's going on, boss?" I asked, pouring him another drink when he downed his first in one gulp.
"Thank you." Carlo smiled, going to sit behind his desk. "I think someone may be trying to interfere with our drug shipments. I need one of you boys to go down to Brazil and smooth things over with our main supplier."
"I'll do it," I replied. I knew this was what he wanted, and why he had asked me here in the first place. It would also give Tony some time to cool off.
"Are you sure?" Carlo asked.
"I'll take Jamie and Bennett with me. Jamie could do with getting a tan. He's looking a little pale lately."
"Oh, Ryan," Carlo chuckled, getting up from behind his desk to pat me on the back. "You and your humor never cease to make me smile."
"How long will he be gone?" Tony sulked. "Have you forgotten I am still nursing a bullet to the leg?"
"Which was your own fault. I think Ryan has held up your end of things for long enough. He deserves a break."
"A break!" Tony laughed in disbelief. "After what he did to my girlfriend I think..."
"TONY!" We both jumped at the thunder in Carlo's voice. "No more talk of Trixie and Ryan in this office. Do I make myself clear?" The tone of his voice was threatening. This was him in boss mode.
"Yes, Father," Tony muttered, slumping back down onto his chair.
"I need you to make sure our supplier has no other contacts in Chicago, Ryan. I'm not prepared to share my shipments."
"Do you suspect that Diego might be selling to another dealer?" I asked, running my fingertips over the top of my whiskey glass.
"I doubt it. Diego is very loyal to our family. I have history with his father, after all. But if he has been offered more money, we can't rule it out."
"When do you want me to leave?"
"Tonight, if that's possible." I had no other engagements, and the way my body was humming just thinking about Siena, I knew some separation would be a good thing.
"Tonight it is, then," I grinned, getting up. "I'll make the preparations and let you know when the boys and I land." Tony went to leave with me when Carlo called for him.
"Tony, can you sit back down? I need a private word with you." By the look on his face, Tony was about to get another tongue lashing. Why did he always act like such a spoiled brat? Was he ever going to grow up? How could Carlo hand him the business when he acted like such a fucking prick?
Jamie was leaning up against the wall outside, finishing his cigarette as I wandered out to him.
"We're going to Brazil," I muttered.
"When?"
"Tonight. We need to call Bennett."
"I think he's dipping his dick," he smirked, "like you were doing all weekend, apparently."
"I don't care where his fucking dick is. I need him here, now," I snarled.
"You fucked Trixie this weekend, didn't you? That’s why Tony’s so pissed." Fucking Jamie; he was too intuitive for his own good.
"Don't be a fucking idiot." Taking a cigarette out of my jacket pocket, I tried to laugh it off.
"You can try to deny it all you want, but I know I'm right. There's just one thing that's confusing me." I turned to look at him as I lit my cigarette with a match. "How did you fuck that pussy without getting your head blown off?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The fuck you don't," Jamie huffed. "You're going to spill everything when we're in Brazil."
"Whatever," I sighed, watching him pull his phone out to call Bennett.
It was clear while Jamie spoke to Bennett on the phone that he did have his dick in someone.
"Tell him he has an hour before he has to meet us at the club," I ordered.
"Ryan says you have an hour. He must be feeling generous because he got some top class pussy this weekend." I hit Jamie on the head playfully before he hung up. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Who's the Capo?" I asked, tilting my head. Even I could hardly believe the position I had been handed by Carlo. I wasn't Italian. Hell, I wasn't even family , but he trusted me enough to run half of his organization. Tony was, of course, the underboss, and that never bothered me. Like I told Siena last night, I didn't want the power. I was happy with what I already had. I got to be involved in all the action, and that was what mattered to me.
"You're the Capo," Jamie confirmed.
"Then shut the fuck up already! I don't want a word about any of this getting back to Bennett. Do you understand?" He nodded, going back to his phone to check on flights.
Once our tickets had been booked, we headed to the club to collect some money for our trip. Smoothing things over with our supplier always involved a little bribe.
"I tried to call you last night," Barbie pouted, standing at my office door in a tight black dress and red killer heels. The girls here would be the death of me if I let them. Only one would always make me fall to the ground in worship.
"I was busy," I mumbled, checking the safe.
"Are you busy now?" I turned to look at her. She'd closed the office door and was slowly starting to peel her dress down her body. I didn't have time for this shit today.
"Yes, Barbie; put your fucking clothes back on and go and do some work."
"You seem a little on edge, baby. I could help you with that." Barbie could suck cock like a porn star, but I had no time for that today. Not to mention, she was trailer trash compared to what I had last night. Siena . I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying to store every detail of her perfect body in my mind. The way her back arched as I pounded into her. Fuck, did she love it rough. I liked that about her.
"Ryan," Barbie was by my side, stroking my arm. "It will only take a few minutes." Fuck it! I could spare a few minutes. I needed a release anyway; thinking about Siena last night had made my dick as hard as steel again.
"Are you offering to please me with that pretty mouth of yours again?"
"If that's what you want." I undid my trousers and slumped back onto the chair, letting my dick spring free.
"Make this quick," I added as Barbie got on all fours.
"So romantic," she commented as she took me in her mouth. I closed my eyes, my mind drifting back to last night. Siena stripping in front of me, how it felt the first time I thrust into her hot pussy. Her groans of pleasure as I pulled on her hardened nipples while I continued with my relentless task of worshiping her. Fuck, her breasts were perfect—not too small, but not too big. I could have suckled on them for days. The feel of my dick sliding in and out of her from behind while I pulled on her wild dark brown hair. Fuck, her hair was so silky and smelled like coconuts.
I snarled, feeling my release coming. "Oh fuck...yes...Siena...yes!" I shouted, my head snapping back as I exploded into her hot mouth.
"Did you just call me by another chick's name?" My eyes snapped open to Barbie, who was glaring at me.
"What would it matter if I did?" I commented, buttoning my pants back up. I was fucking losing it. I'd just called Barbie, Siena. I needed to get my shit together.
"You are a heartless son of a bitch, Ryan Lawson," she sulked, getting up. "Who is Siena?" For once I was glad I had said Siena rather than Trixie. No one knew her real name, just me. "Is she the reason you were busy last night?"
"I don’t answer to you!" I seethed. "You’re just a damn stripper I fuck when I'm horny or whenever I want a release. Now, get the fuck out of my office!" She scampered off, blubbering like a schoolgirl. Fucking women!
"Bennett is here," Jamie called as I walked back into the club. My eyes zoomed in on the center of the stage. Fuck me! There she was, grinding down the pole, making every man in this club want her. I tried to look away, but my eyes were fixated on her body. The curve of her hips, the shape of her fuckable ass. I'd fucked this girl in every position imaginable over the last few days, but that still wasn't enough. I wanted more. Fuck!
"Ryan!" Jamie snapped, waving his hand in my face and bringing me out of my trance. "Come on! If you've done the deed with Miss Trixie, I think some separation for a while will be a good thing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I brushed his comment off, trying to gain some composure as I walked out of the club. I did notice that she didn't look at me once while she was on stage. But then, why should she? Siena would have everything she could ever want if Tony was really planning to marry her. I was only worth a quick fuck; I couldn't offer her anything else. None of it would ever stop me from wanting her, though, especially now that I'd had her.
"Where are we headed, boss?" Bennett asked, stretching out in the back seat as Jamie drove.
"Brazil," I sighed, watching the club get smaller behind me. "We have some business to smooth over."
"Brazil!" Bennett replied, excited. "Will I be able to work on my tan?"
"A tan," Jamie chuckled. "You’re just thinking about all the Brazilian pussy you plan on sampling." I had to laugh at that. Maybe I needed to think about some Brazilian pussy, too.
"Just keep yourselves focused, boys. We have a job to do first, and then we can have some fun," I added as the car sped onto the highway.