Chapter 3
Ryan
2 years later
T wo years of pure fucking torture . Only being able to look from afar at the one woman I longed to pound my cock into, wasn’t something I ever imagined having to deal with. I wasn’t used to not getting what I wanted, and that tormented me. There was no other way, though. She was strictly off limits, and I was totally fucked!
I stood, slowly inhaling the last of my cigarette. I didn't like to be kept waiting, and Tony knew it. "Sorry, man," he smirked, finally walking out of the Valenti mansion while buttoning up his pants. "Trixie is a little demanding today." The lucky fucker. Trixie was the most desirable woman at the club. Cherries was renowned for its beautiful women, but Tony’s girl was in a class of her own. She’d been making my dick permanently hard for the last two years, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It didn't help that she had killer legs that went on for miles and made me long for her pussy each time I gazed at them. The sight of her breasts made my mouth water, and her fucking incredible, long, wild brown hair...fuck! I fantasized at least three times a day about holding onto it while I fucked her hard from behind.
"Are we going to the fucking club or not?" I snarled.
"You need to get some pussy, Ryan," he snorted. "You can't keep dreaming about what I have."
"I get plenty, thank you." Yeah, I fucked a lot of women, but that didn't stop me from wanting her . Despite the amount of pussy I got, it never seemed to quench my need for Trixie. The fact that I could never have her didn’t stop me from wanting exactly that.
The rest of the boys were already at Cherries, and Tony was quick to get drinks brought over. We had come to talk business, after all. There were plans in the works to hijack a large drug shipment from a rival family tomorrow night, and we needed to prepare.
My job practically fell in my lap just over seven years ago. I had been involved in a street fight that Tony's father, Carlo, had witnessed. I was a fucked up kid with a fucked up past. Not much had changed since then. I could kill with my fists if I wanted to, and almost did on many occasions when I was younger. Carlo liked that in me; he saw a rawness that reminded him of himself and decided to take me in. He quickly became a father figure to me, teaching me the general rules of underground crime and how to fire a gun. I would willingly die to protect him, and served as his number two, under Tony, which I was fucking proud of. I wasn't family, but I knew Carlo trusted me more than some of his own flesh and blood.
"Are we ready?" Carlo asked, taking a seat between Tony and me awhile later.
"Yes," Tony scowled, downing his whiskey. He and his father didn't get along. He wanted Carlo's power, but was too young to understand that that amount of respect only came from experience. He was in too much of a rush to grow up and be the Dom. If he didn't calm down, the idiot was going to get himself killed.
"Ryan, I want you to take the lead on this one." I gaped at Carlo. What the fuck? Me, lead? No fucking way!
"But, Father!" Tony tried to interrupt but Carlo continued.
"You've been ready for some time now. I want to see what you've got." He patted me on the back in a fatherly way. "What do you say?"
"Thank you. I don't know what to say."
"Go and get a bottle of my favorite bourbon and we'll celebrate," Carlo suggested. Fuck, my dick started twitching as soon as I looked toward the bar. There she was: my untouchable goddess. Trixie was leaning over the bar in a tight, black dress, her legs long and incredible, as always. Her hair was tamed tonight, long and sleek. Shit, I would have given anything to be able to slam into her from behind at that exact moment. I wouldn't give a fuck who would be watching, either.
The closer I got to her, the harder my dick throbbed.
"Good evening, Ryan," Trixie smirked, eyeing me seductively. She was such a fucking flirt and that didn't help matters.
"Hello, Trixie." Her name always rolled off my tongue. I wanted more than her name to roll off my tongue, though. Oh, the things I would do to that woman if I was given half a chance. I'd fuck her raw, leaving dents in her pussy walls from my cock. I was such a dirty fucker, but fuck me, I wanted her.
"You have got to stop looking at me like that," she giggled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Christ, her tits were fucking perfect, and I could see them even better now that her hair wasn't covering them. "It’ll get you into trouble one day."
"I have no idea what you mean." With a crooked smile, I gestured to the bartender for a bottle of bourbon. My grin usually worked on women, making them drop their panties within seconds, but Trixie had always been immune.
"I heard that you're taking the lead tomorrow," she commented, casually sipping her cocktail. I was mesmerized by her deep red lips and subconsciously licked my own.
“News travels fast.”
“Doesn’t it always around here? I swear it’s worse than high school. Just be careful.”
"Be careful, yourself. Anyone that overheard you just now would think you were worried about me," I chuckled, trying to brush off the concern on her face before I moved back to the table.
Carlo, the boys, and I finished off the entire bottle of bourbon while I watched Trixie onstage. She was a dancer, but nothing too seedy. Tony liked to make people think that it was because she was his girl and he wouldn’t allow it, but, from what Carlo told me when he hired her, Trixie was very clear on what she would and wouldn’t do for the job. She was too beautiful for that, anyway. Still, with one sway of her hips, I was always captivated. That was something that would never change.
Tony, the stupid motherfucker, had finally lost it, and the hijacking ended with him taking a bullet in the leg. If I hadn't shot the gunman a split second before he pulled the trigger, Tony would've been pushing up daisies right about now. Why didn’t that fucker ever listen to me? Why couldn’t he let me lead like Carlo wanted? Stupid, dumb, fucking idiot !
"Oh, God!" Trixie cried while Bennett and I carried Tony into his house. We'd already called the doctor. "What happened?"
"The stupid fucking idiot couldn't follow orders!" I snarled, shoving him down onto the couch in the front room.
"I had it!" Tony winced as Trixie wrapped a cloth around his leg and pulled it tight.
"Yeah, it looks like it," she grumbled. Shit! While she was kneeling on the floor in front of Tony, I could see right down her top. A fucking black lace bra? You have got to be kidding me.
"Where is he?" I heard Carlo before I saw him, his voice laced with concern. The doctor was close behind him. "Will you ever learn, son?" he hissed. "What the fuck happened? I thought we had agreed on Ryan leading this one."
"Tony tried to act like the big man, as usual," Bennett glared. "If it wasn't for Ryan, your son would be dead right now."
"Is that true?" Carlo glared at Tony, throwing his arms up in the air. "You can't win these battles alone, Antonio! You have to let Ryan help you. How will you ever take over for me if you can't even trust your second in command?"
"I trust him," Tony muttered, looking over at me.
"He just doesn't like me calling the shots," I added. I fucking knew what it was all about. I didn't want to take Carlo’s place, though, and the sooner Tony realized that, the better it would be for everyone. I just wanted to fuck his girlfriend...with his permission, of course.
"Just let the doctor fix you up," Carlo stressed to his son. "Trixie, can you show Doctor Banks to one of the spare rooms? Bennett and Adam will help Tony get there." I watched Trixie as she stood, hypnotized by her fucking perfection. Tony was such a lucky asshole to have her, but he couldn’t see it for what it was. He was constantly dipping his dick in any pussy that wandered his way, the fucking idiot.
Fuck, if Trixie were mine...I shook my head to clear it. Thoughts like that were likely to get me killed someday. The one thing I knew for sure, though, was that hers would be the only pussy my dick would visit for the rest of eternity if it were possible. How could that dumb fucker think any woman was better than her? He was fucking insane.
"Come have a drink with me, Ryan," Carlo muttered. Wordlessly, I followed him into the study. As he poured us both a glass of bourbon, he spoke again. "It would seem that I’m in your debt."
"It was nothing. I was just doing my job."
"You've gotten my son out of many scrapes over the years."
"He's like a brother to me. I have to watch his back."
"You never ask for anything in return, though," Carlo commented thoughtfully.
"There’s only one thing I want, and he would never agree to it."
"Oh, yes...Trixie," he chuckled. "Well, that would be up to the two of them."
"I would never degrade her that way. Besides, Trixie has never been interested in me like that." I knew it for a fact. Hell, I'd lost count of the number of times I’d asked if I could fuck her. She would always just roll her eyes at me and tell me to sober up before Tony beat the shit out of me.
"Tony doesn't treat her with the respect she deserves." Didn't I fucking know that?
"Yet she still cares for him." No matter how badly Tony treated her, Trixie never seemed to let it get to her. She was always there for him, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon, whether I understood it or not.
"What can I offer you, Ryan? You can have anything."
"You know what I want, just like you know that Tony will never agree. Let’s just drop it."
“Is there nothing else? Surely there must be something . You’re like a son to me, Ryan. Tony doesn’t realize how lucky we are to have you on our side, but I do. Trixie can’t be the only thing you fantasize about.” I wasn’t sure why, but my dream car suddenly crossed my mind. Okay, it wasn’t Trixie, but it was the next best thing. Could I be that fucking greedy? Oh, fuck it! Carlo had the money, and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at my request. Hell, he could buy a whole fleet of Bugatti Veyron’s, and it would still be like chump change to him.
“Well, there is this car...”
“Tell me more,” he smirked, pouring us another bourbon. Fucking hell, was he for real?
––––––––
I t was late when I exited the study. I was just about to leave the mansion when a sweet voice called to me, stopping me in my tracks. Trixie was wrapped up in her robe with my favorite silver stilettos on.
"Ryan," she whispered, moving to stand in front of me. "I just wanted to say thank you."
"For what?" I asked in confusion, my eyes drawn to the small part of cleavage I could see peeking out from under her robe. I was such a fucking pervert.
"For saving Tony...again," she sighed.
"It's my job."
"I still want to thank you," she insisted, touching my chest. “I know you put your life on the line every time you do it.” I watched as her chocolate eyes widened when her fingers caressed my chest. Was I affecting her the way I did with most women? Stepping closer, I moved so she was flush against the wall. Damn, she smelled so good. I wanted to run my tongue from her neck down to her cleavage and beyond.
"I only do it because I’m hoping one day, if you’re willing, he’ll let me have a night with you to do anything I want," I teased, putting my arms on either side of her head and leaning toward her. She was pinned between me and the wall, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a time I'd ever been that close. Hell, I’d never been that fucking bold before.
"Tony would never agree." Fuck me. Was that disappointment in her eyes?
"I know, but a guy can dream, right?" I sighed, pushing off the wall. I was getting way too aroused just by being so close to her.
"You need to give up on me, Ryan. You had your chance," she muttered. There she went again with her flirtatious ways. It wasn’t true, though. I never had a chance. In those first three weeks when Trixie avoided me like the plague, Tony made his move, and by her agreeing to that first date, my fate was sealed. For the rest of my life, I would long to fuck the one woman I never could.
"Good luck looking after Tony. If you need anything, just call me. I know he can be a whiny bitch." She nodded with a slight smirk as I finally turned and walked away.
The moment I got home, I took a cold shower, hoping to ease my throbbing cock. When that didn’t work, I took matters into my own hands. With images of a sexy dancer flashing through my mind, I found my release in a matter of minutes. I was too keyed up to sleep, but too tired to find someone to come over. Sitting alone on my balcony instead, I checked over my gun and drank whiskey through the night and into the early hours of the next morning. Until Tony fully recovered, I knew I would be running things with Carlo.
“You bought him a fucking Bugatti!?” Tony bellowed as I pulled up in my new baby. She was jet black and purred like a kitten. With an 8.0 liter, quad turbocharged, W16 cylinder engine—the equivalent of two V8 engines bolted together—she was pure fucking perfection. Fuck, I would make love to this car if I could, and I didn’t do the love shit. I wasn’t a goddamn pussy.
“He’s earned it. How does she drive, Ryan?” Carlo called as I eased myself out of the car, stroking the hood with my hand. The feel of her beneath my palm gave me fucking tingles.
“Like a fucking dream . Thank you, Carlo. You really didn’t have to do this. Fuck, you probably spent way too fucking much!”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I managed to haggle down the price. You know...offer a few favors to the seller. You’re a valuable member of this family, Ryan, and I don’t want you to forget that.”
“You really don’t know what this means to me,” I said, watching closely as Tony became more and more agitated.
“You’ve saved my son on countless occasions. It was time you were rewarded for that.”
“Fuck this shit. I’m taking Trixie out for the day. I almost die, and he gets a fucking car !” Throwing a tantrum like a petulant child, Tony stormed back into the mansion, slamming the front door behind him. What was his fucking problem? I mean...the guy had a Lamborghini and a Ferrari for fucks sake.
“Don’t worry about him. I’m glad you like the car, Ryan. I meant what I said. You deserve this.” Carlo patted me on the back before turning and making his way inside, leaving me out front by myself.
I was waxing my baby, getting her ready to show Jamie and Bennett, when Tony and Trixie came out.
“Nice car,” Trixie called as she walked past, giving me a sly smile.
“She’s a little wild to drive, but I think I can tame her,” I murmured suggestively, giving her a wink.
“Come on, Trixie. Don’t give him any more reason to brag about his shiny new toy,” Tony spat, practically dragging her away. She turned slightly, shaking her head at me as he led her toward his Ferrari. The motherfucker needed to get a grip.
“Holy fuck! You weren’t fucking kidding. This is yours ?” Bennett walked around my car, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “When do I get to test drive it?”
“Ummm...never. And don’t even think about putting your grubby hands on my baby!” I glared when he got too close. Jamie chuckled from behind me.
Bennett and Jamie were my men. I’d known them since I was a kid, and the moment Carlo gave me a position in his organization all those years ago, I offered them both a job.
Bennett was the brawn of our group. He was built like a damn professional wrestler, but it seemed like the poor guy had a few loose screws upstairs. I always teased him for being a pretty boy, though, because of his blonde hair and blue eyes.
Jamie was the total opposite. He was lean but strong, with mousy brown hair and practically black eyes. He was the smartest motherfucker I knew, but ruthless as hell when he needed to be.
The three of us had been through so fucking much together, and I would do anything for either of them. They always had my back, and I knew I could trust them both with my life.
“Your baby?” Bennett snorted. “I’d rather save that name for something warm blooded and moist.”
“I don’t do nicknames with women. You know that. They’re only good for one thing, anyway.” Jamie and Bennett had always agreed with me on women. “Are you ready to do our rounds?”
“Are we taking your car?” Bennett beamed.
“Hell fucking no. We’ll take the SUV,” I snorted, watching him pout. That fucker wasn’t going anywhere near my baby.
Tony was really taking this grudge to heart. I’d had my Bugatti for over a month now, and the fucker was still moaning about it.
“Can’t you just fucking enjoy a game of craps?” I glared, placing my chips on the table. I wasn’t having much luck tonight, but I couldn’t care fucking less. A few of the men had joined Tony and me for a game in the study. It was our way of winding down after a busy day.
“You still have that smug look on your ugly face.” Now he was getting personal, the motherfucker.
“Just roll the damn dice.” I wasn’t in the mood for another fight. His hatred stemmed from somewhere, and I figured it had something to do with Carlo and his admiration for me. The relationship between Tony and I had always been rocky, but I was getting to the point that I wasn’t even sure I could trust him anymore.
“Why don’t we make this next roll interesting?” The fucker had a dark smirk on his face as he spoke. I had no idea where this was going, but I was definitely curious to find out. “All other bets are off, except me and you.”
“What are we playing for? I don’t have many chips left.”
“Your car,” Tony grinned. I choked, not sure if I’d heard him correctly. Was he insane? There was no fucking way I was going to bet my car. “We do a straight bet. If you throw a seven or eleven, you win. If you throw anything else, I win.”
“You have nothing to bet with. You’re talking about a Bugatti , Tony! I wouldn’t part with that car for fucking anything !”
“A night with Trixie.” My eyes widened. No. Fucking. Way! Was he fucking serious?
“What do you mean?”
“You can fuck her for one night.” I wasn’t sure whether to be excited or appalled. He would loan her out like that just to win a fucking car? I’d show that fucker. Realizing that he’d do anything to take my car from me, I decided to up the ante.
“Tony, my car is worth over a quarter of a million dollars. If you want me to offer it up in this bet, one night isn’t enough. I want to own Trixie for an entire weekend, Friday evening right through to Sunday evening, but only if she’s willing. If she says no, all bets are off. That’s my final offer.” He looked thoughtful for a few moments. Was he actually considering it? Offering up his girlfriend to me for a whole weekend?
“Okay, one weekend, but if you win, it doesn’t leave this room. No one else is to know. I don’t want people thinking that I loan her out on a whim.” Tony quickly glanced around the room. Luckily for him, there were only a handful of men left, and they were all occupied with various other activities. Jamie and Bennett had left early to hit a few clubs, so I didn’t have them to worry about, either. I knew Bennett would freak out if he knew what I was about to do...but a weekend with Trixie if she was willing? Fuck me, that was a dream come true.
“Deal,” I grinned, holding out my hand. What the fuck was I doing?
“You better fucking lose, Lawson,” Tony threatened, shaking my hand as hard as he could.
“It’s all up to the dice now.” My pulse raced as I picked them up and blew on them for luck. A seven or eleven...that was all I needed. Come on, dice! Please be fucking lucky. I closed my eyes for a short second to compose myself, then made my throw down the table, letting the dice bounce across the green felt.
My heart felt as if it were pounding in my ears, and time seemed to slow as the dice tumbled end over end before coming to a stop. I moved, almost too scared to see what numbers they’d stopped at. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! A six and a five. Fucking eleven . I’d won!
“Fuck!” Tony roared, jumping out of his chair. “She has to fucking agree first, Lawson. You haven’t won anything yet!”
“But I’m already halfway to owning her for a weekend,” I gloated, getting up. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, man. I’ll have a word with Trixie later. Although, it might be better if you gave her a heads up. I mean, she’s going to be pretty pissed when she learns you put her up as part of a bet.” I was enjoying this way too fucking much, but I didn’t care. Tony wanted to react—I could see it in his eyes—but he held back somehow. After a moment of staring at me, he rose to his feet and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I couldn’t stop smiling. If Trixie agreed, I’d have her sweet pussy all to myself for an entire weekend. Just the thought had me hard as a fucking rock! Tonight had turned out to be one wild night. I couldn’t fucking wait to see what my weekend with Trixie would be l