Chapter 18
VINCENZO
Ipace the alley outside her place and give myself a pep talk.
I’m here as the Vice President of the Royal Bastards.
I have a job to do. I’m not here to catch up with my high school crush, who is supposed to be dead.
A woman who has been to hell and back, taking the name as a badge of honor and wearing it proudly.
A woman selling drugs in our neighborhoods and secretly healing those who ask for it.
Is she the devil in disguise or an avenging angel? Semantics, I guess.
“You look like a man with the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Her voice comes out of the shadows, and I curse, knowing my time is now up.
“How long have you been watching me?” I can just make out her smile as she moves closer.
“Since your bike turned off Broad St., why are you here, Enzo?” She finally steps into the sunlight, and my mouth goes dry.
She’s in a low-cut, tight white dress that hugs every fucking curve that God gave her. It’s short, something to mid-thigh, and her legs are bare, smooth, and lead to sky-high heels that look like they could double as weapons if she needed them to.
“Got a foot fetish I should know about? These are Louboutins.” She lifts her right foot, showing the classic red bottoms.
The same color as her lips.
“No, I meant how long have you been keeping tags on me? I’ve spent years wondering if you were really dead since there was never a body found.
I can’t tell you how many times I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise like I was being watched.
The numerous times I thought I saw you out of the corner of my eye like some fucked up fantasy ghost that I prayed to God to bring to life.
” I’ve advanced on her and moved us back into the shadows of the alley until her back hits the brick wall of the building she’s been hiding in for who knows how long.
“Long enough.” Her words snap something inside my chest.
The dam overflows, and I lose my fucking mind, grabbing her face in my hands.
“I can’t love a ghost. You aren’t real. You’ve been dead for fifteen fucking years!” Her eyes search mine as I hold her face still, so close I can practically taste her lips.
“Five years. I’ve had you followed for your safety. I could let them take you from me again.” I slam my lips on hers and push her up against the wall so I can grab her thighs and bring them up over my hips.
“I should hate,” I kiss down her neck to her exposed cleavage.
“Hate me later, fuck me now.” I reach under her dress and find her bare.
“Fuck,” I unzip my jeans, fumbling to grab my cock and free it, and slam inside her.
“Gods!” She grabs my shoulders and arches her back to take me deeper.
“Move, Enzo.” She tries to bounce, but I hold her steady.
I peer into her eyes.
“No, I’ll fuck you like I want, and you’ll take it. You don’t run shit here. With me, I’m in charge.” I pull out and slam back in.
I move my arm up under her shoulder blades so that I can buffer her back from the rough wall. I use the position as leverage to move her up and down my cock. I take a fistful of her hair and yank it, so her neck and breast are right at mouth level.
I bite, lick, and suck as I roughly take her against the wall in this dirty alley. I’m fucking her like a dirty secret, and she’s loving every fucking second of it. Her moans are echoing through the alley, and she’s soaking me and my jeans. And I fucking hate it.
This isn’t how our first time was supposed to be.
“I can’t do this.” I slow down and start to pull out.
“Please, you’re the only person I ever wanted to be with. They stole that from me. Took it all away. Don’t reject me. I couldn’t bear it.” She kisses me this time.
My brain stops thinking, and my body takes over.
My heart cracks open and swallows us whole.
I pour every ounce of love I have into her, and she returns it.
She cums with tears in her eyes, and I’m not sure if they’re happy or sad, but I fuck her right into another orgasm, so that isn’t the only one she has to think about.
I follow right behind her cumming so far inside her she might be able to taste it.
When I finally pull away and drop her legs to the ground, she looks thoroughly Ravished. Her dress is ruined, makeup smeared, and hair disheveled. She is the picture-perfect, freshly fucked woman of my dreams, and I can’t fucking keep her!
“Do you know where the clubhouse is?” She smirks and nods as she tries to fix her appearance in the reflection of a dirty window.
“Good, nine p.m. Prez needs a word.” Her eyebrow arches in question, but I shrug.
“I have no idea. We’ll find out together.” Silence fills the alley as we stare at one another.
“Together.” She takes two steps away, and my arm reaches out to stop her, but she spins at the last second and grabs my cut, dragging me down to her level.
“That’s not the last time you’re fucking me.” She leaves a soft kiss on my lips before disappearing into the shadows again, leaving me standing alone with my dick still wet and my fucking heart in my hands.
“Shit.” I tuck myself away and fix my hands before moving to the opening of the alley where I left my Harley.
Before mounting it, I send a text to Prez to let him know the meeting is on.
Meetings a go.
She give you any trouble?
I laugh at that one cause yeah, she did, and it’s currently drying on my dick and dripping out of her pussy.
FUCK!
She’s a woman, ain’t she?
I pocket my phone and start my bike. I get that feeling of being watched again and glance over my shoulder. I look up at the building’s windows and catch a movement.
I put on my helmet and take off, knowing that at the very least she’s worried about my life. She’s been worried about me all this time, which means I wasn’t the only one obsessed.
I can work with that.