Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Luca
“Relax, baby. I’ll take care of it,” Fields croons. That asshole deserves to catch my fist. There’s no damn way he’s trying to soothe a woman that’s not his wife, especially when she’s too tempting.
“Shit,” the kid says behind me, and then I put it together. She’s here for him, the stupid kid.
“What? Who is that?” I ask, wanting details—all the details.
“My sister.” Sister? Interesting. This is too fucking coincidental.
This boy bumps into me, causing me a fucking headache, while he’s out hooking up with this kid’s sister.
I have dug into Fields’s family, and this kid is not related to Fields’s wife, so something isn’t adding up.
Fields has got himself a girlfriend on the side.
I remember the images that my men had snagged of the mystery woman.
It must be her, unless he’s gotten another piece of ass.
God, I want to kill him so damn bad. My muscles tighten in my shoulders as I hear her voice and his going back and forth. He shushes her, trying to calm her. I want to rip his heart out, and I don’t even know this woman. Hell, I don’t even know what this woman looks like, but I hate this man.
I open the door to make proper introductions when the officer comes in with the change of clothes, so I step out, closing it to get a better look while the little shit changes.
I need to see if the voice matches the mental image that I’ve instantly built in my head of a gorgeous brunette with a body that begs to be pleasured.
I’d already gotten a partial glimpse of her through the telescopic lens photos.
She was attractive from the back side, and, betting on a man like Fields’s ego, she was just as appealing from the front.
The second I close the door, both of them turn, and her beautiful, bright, tear-filled eyes meet mine. My hunch is spot on. She is perfect.
Fuck me; her face screams innocent, but nothing else does.
She’s wearing a mini dress that barely covers her ass in the middle of the fucking winter with her coat open and her tits practically popping out.
My throat dries up, and I’m suddenly extremely thirsty.
I stare at her creamy tits, wanting to suck on them.
Killer heels only make her tall enough to reach my chest, perfect to fit in my arms. Damn, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m laser-focused on her.
Immediately, all that comes to mind is I’ve found the other gift my mother wants—potential grandbabies. Fields makes a fatal error and puts his hands on her in a possessive way. It infuriates me, so I react.
“Are you being booked for prostitution?” I ask, knowing damn well she’s here for her brother.
Her pretty mouth falls open and then her perfectly sculpted eyebrows turn angry as she hisses a vicious, “Fuck you.”
“I’m just wondering why the fuck his hands are on you, and why you’re dressed like that?”
“I’m her boyfriend, and she was on her way to work.
” Every word out of his mouth only burns in my gut and adds another minute of torture I have planned for the dumb cop.
He played the wrong mobster. He crossed me, and it’s not even because he’s a cop.
No, it’s because he’s a dirty cop who now has his hands on what belongs to me, even if they don’t know it yet.
They will, though. The room is full of eyes on us.
There is no doubt that there are also guns ready because they know who I am, although it would be foolish for anyone to get crazy here.
Especially because I wasn’t armed when I came in.
My eyes linger on the way Fields’s hand lingers on the pretty woman’s waist. I want to burn that dress.
My teeth clench so tightly that I can feel my jaw nearly cracking. “You’re a boy, all right, but you’re not anything to her but a pathetic excuse of a memory.” I look at her and wag my finger. “Come here.”
She presses her hand to her ample chest, like I need any more enticement. “Excuse me.”
“I said come here. I’m not in the mood to repeat myself.” As if she knows what’s best for her, she does what I say, which makes a great start. I’m able to control the rage I feel for Fields a little while longer.
Damn, she smells incredible. “Hold out your wrist.” I stare at her and wait.
With a huff, she does it. Even her huff I find attractive, which is a new experience.
I’ve never found petulance in a woman even in the slightest bit appealing.
“Good girl.” I slide the stolen bracelet on her slender wrist, taking my time to caress her pulse.
“It does look good on you.” She blushes and gasps when I bring her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it.
“What the fuck?” the asshole says behind her. I hated Fields, and I hate him now even more. God, he is lucky that I don’t have my gun on me because I want to blow his brains out in front of everyone, especially her. She needs to see what pure dominance looks like.
“Whoa, Fields. Calm down,” another officer says, grabbing at his shoulder. I wish he would start some shit. Then I’d have my lawyer down here so fast.
Enjoying my moment, I look him dead in the face and say, “Mind your fucking business and get back to work.”
“You can’t pay for her services here,” Fields has the fucking brass balls to say to me. I want to kill him, and he knows it. The bastard is attempting to goad me, but that doesn’t work because she turns her head and glares at him.
Her face is a mix of anger and betrayal. I love the way she’s ready to lose it, so I antagonize the situation. “So is that what you do for work? That’s what your supposed protector lets you do?”
“No, I mean….”
He keeps speaking, but I just wave my hand, silencing whatever bullshit he plans to spew, and ignore him.
Staring into her lovely, fiery eyes, I ask her, “What’s your name…
” She turns her head away from me and back to him, which pisses me off.
I make no bones about it when I grip her slender chin and make her look at me.
“No looking at that fuck. What’s your name? ”
“Angel,” the boy behind me calls out.
“Perfect—a Christmas angel.” A wicked grin spreads over my face as ideas quickly flood my mind. I’m enjoying this much more than I should, and I’m going to love it a whole lot more.
He moves to pass by me, but I grab his collar and drag him back. “Hold on, little shit.” I’m not sure why he thinks he has rights at the moment. The little bitch just got extremely lucky, and he doesn’t even know it.
“Whoa, let go of me,” he grunts, trying to get out of my hold like the fool he is. Didn’t he and I have a test of wills already?
Chief Mendez steps up and interjects before anyone else can intervene.
“Actually, you’ve been released into Mr. D’Antonio’s custody until you’ve repaid your debt, so please follow him.
” I love that he made that pronouncement in front of Fields.
The way his face changes in color to that wonderful shade of blood-boiling red is amazingly entertaining.
“Come on, Angel. Follow me.” I wink at the asshole who thinks she’s his.
I truly love the look on Fields’ face so much I’m almost tempted to take a picture of it, but I’m afraid that it would be too much.
Still, the prick needs to be taken down a peg.
I lead her brother out and like a good girl, she accompanies us without complaint because she doesn’t want to lose him.
Besides, my security follows behind her.
We step out of the station where my driver is waiting for me. He holds open the back door for us, but I have plans for her brother separate from ours.
My man waits for my command. “Zips.” He slips into the car and pulls out a pair of zip ties. I yank the boy’s hands and tug him close to me.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” he complains, trying to fight me, but he’s not even remotely strong enough to put up any real battle. My men don’t even step in because he’s a really scrawny kid.
“Getting your dumb ass under heel before you do something stupid.” With quick action, I tie his hands together.
“What the hell?” Did he expect anything else? I’m starting to wonder how many marbles are rolling around up in that head of his.
“Calm the fuck down before I bust you upside the head.”
“Please don’t hurt him,” she begs beside me. Fuck, the sound of her pleading voice turns me on, giving me a partial even in this cold air.
“Relax, Angel.”
“Get the fuck in the vehicle now,” I order the kid.
“Wait, where are you taking him?” she asks, nervously trying to get in the way.
“Taking him? I’m taking you both with me,” I say, staring down at her pretty face.
“Get in the front seat now,” I bark at her brother.
He wants to defy me, but my men are standing around his pretty sister.
He’s not quite as dumb as he’s playing out to be, so he does as he’s told.
Good. I’m tired of having to repeat myself and not acting instantly.
It’s bullshit. I’m not known for being merciful or understanding, so he’d better get his shit together.
I slip my hand around her waist and pull her to my side, and she gasps, her body giving the slightest shiver. “You, Angel, slide in the back with me.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and she nervously looks up, unsure of herself.
“Don’t try any shit with my sister,” the little kid warns me, as if that would work.
“Mind your fucking business, you little shit, before I make an example out of you.”
“Please don’t hurt him,” she begs again. Fuck, it’s hot as hell the way she begs. I’m going to enjoy hearing her plead for more while she’s riding my dick. It’ll be heaven for the devil.
“You behave and do what I say, and I won’t.” She nods and then slides inside the back, and I get in, doing my best not to touch her just yet.
Closing the door behind us, Sammy gets back into the driver’s seat. “Put up the divider.”
“I’m not a prostitute,” she insists immediately.
“That’s real fucking good because if you think I wanted to kill your brother, you have no idea what I am going to do to that fucking piece-of-shit Fields in the station.”
“What? Why would you want to hurt Tony?” The fact that she has such a closeness with a man I hate pisses me off and creates this new irrational emotion in me that shouldn’t be there.
I squeeze her pretty face just enough to get her focused on me.
“He put his hands on you. He touched you, fucked you, and tasted you. Only to then, what? Willingly pawned you off for what?” I need to know why she is dressed like she’s about to fuck in the middle of winter, with it being twenty-five degrees out.
“I work at a strip club.” I see red immediately. That won’t fucking do for shit. Hundreds of men a night get their rocks off from seeing her naked. Those perfect tits that are barely covered by her tiny dress were revealed to lecherous eyes. How many men has she danced for—privately?
“No, you worked there, and it won’t happen again,” I inform her.
She reacts like I expected, so I let her because, for some reason, her feistiness is erotic as hell.
The leather seat under me crunches as I turn my body to get a better view of her.
Even in the darkness of the vehicle, I can see the way her chest rises and falls.
She rips herself from my hold, turns herself in the seat to sit up straight, and stares at me with as much bravado and strength as she can muster, and says, “Excuse me. Look, I don’t know how this temporary custody thing works or how you managed to be awarded it without a judge, but you don’t have any authority over me. ”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I grip her chin and force her to look at me. Damn, I’m starting to really enjoy that. Instantly, I imagine holding her face while sliding my dick down her throat, watching her take me down.
A low rumble comes from my chest before I clear out my throat and straighten my expression.
“If you want your brother to live, you’ll do whatever the fuck I want you to do.
Now what will it be?” She gasps, but there’s no hesitation.
My pretty angel nods in my grip. “Good. Now, be quiet because I have some calls to make, and you’re already enough of a distraction.
” Reluctantly, I release her and watch as she rubs her face, looking delectable.
I pull out my phone and watch as she eyes the door.
Swiftly I lean down, crowding her space and creating an undeniable hunger I need to sate soon, and then I whisper in her ear, “And remember, if you bolt from this vehicle, I will kill him. Understood?”
She completely deflates and then asks, “Why are you doing this?”
“You need to understand something. I don’t answer to anyone, but for you, I will make an exception.
There are several reasons your brother is on my list. First, the little shit stole jewelry, which he planted in my bag when he slammed into me as he tried to flee.
However, the main one is that he destroyed one of the only two gifts my mother wants for Christmas.
It was rare and beautiful, and it took me a long time to find it.
The other gift she wants is even rarer, and let’s just say you’ll help me give it to her.
” I sit back and watch as she tries to puzzle it all out; however, it doesn’t matter.
She’s mine, brother or not, but if we want a harmonious relationship, I suppose not killing her brother is a must.