Chapter 15
Ryan
"Y ou're going straight to the club?" Jamie asked after we'd dropped Bennett off. My body was burning. I needed one glimpse. Just one. I had to know she was okay.
"I need to put some personal money in my safe. It's okay, Jamie. You can go home once you've dropped me off."
"Will you need me when you see Carlo later?"
"No. He's in a meeting with Vincent. It could be a long night. I'll fill Carlo in alone."
"You're itching to see her, aren't you? You can't fool me, Ry. You are the toughest guy I know, but Trixie is your weakness."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Weakness? I don't fucking think so. I craved her in deep, unhealthy ways, but that wasn't a weakness. It was my cock talking, not my fucking heart. I wasn't a pussy!
"Are you sure?" Jamie quirked his eyebrow at me, smirking. Fucker!
"Just fuck off," I sighed as he pulled up outside Cherries. "I've seen enough of your ugly face this month to last a motherfucking lifetime. Go and get some pussy or listen to Taylor Swift. I know you have that shit on your phone!”
"Okay, I can take a hint," Jamie laughed. "Are we still on for tomorrow tonight?"
"I'll call you."
"Loosely translated, that means...no, you're going to spend the evening at home with your porn."
"I don't have any fucking porn. My office is in a nightclub full of half-naked dancers. I can get any pussy I want!" I snarled. I needed to get a grip. No...I needed to make sure my girl was alright. My girl? What the fuck was I saying?
"Now, we know that isn't true, boss. There is one female you can never have again, and it's going to eat away at you." Jamie was a dead man if he didn't back off. Why the fuck did I tell him about my bet with Tony? I was never going to hear the end of it. "Go and see your girl." Why did that thought excite me so much?
"You can't breathe a word," I fumed.
"I won't. You know I'll always have your back, just like Bennett."
"I'll meet you guys at Jumping Jacks tomorrow. I doubt Tony will be able to get Carlo's money. You know what Frankie is like," I replied before getting out. Frankie was always a difficult customer of ours. You had to threaten to break his fingers before he'd hand you any money.
"What time?"
"Midnight. He'll be cashing out then and have no excuse," I murmured before shutting the door. I never needed to tell Jamie twice. He would be there.
I pushed my way through the crowd and into the club. The way every fucker was crowded around the main stage, I could guess where Siena was. I moved so I could get a glimpse.
Sweet mother of all things fucking holy! There she was, in one of the shortest miniskirts I had ever seen. Was that a black thong? Fucking pervert! I was watching her too closely, but I couldn’t help it. I knew exactly what was beneath that thong: a sweet, juicy pussy, ripe for the tasting. Get a fucking grip, Ryan.
Siena hadn't noticed me yet, which was good. I could gawk at her a little more. I had only gotten as far as her legs. God damn, those legs. I knew how smooth they felt against my shoulders while she screamed my name as I attacked that pussy of hers. Fuck, how I wanted her again, even more than before. I was practically aching for her. My gaze traveled further up her body, to her perfect, firm, toned waist. I loved licking around her belly button. Siena liked it, too; she had purred like a kitten. My mouth was watering as my eyes moved up to her chest. She was wearing a black bikini top that lifted up those perfect tits. This woman is going to be the death of me. The ties wrapped around her waist a few times before disappearing at the back, and I imagined it was my arms wrapped around her. I needed to look away, but just as I was going to, her eyes connected with mine. My entire body felt like it was on fire. Fuck me, those eyes. I would drop down on the floor in worship if she asked me to. Siena, why couldn't you have been mine a little longer? A month of fucking that Brazilian bimbo meant nothing. I wanted no one but the goddess sashaying her way down the pole right then. How could she make something so seedy look so fucking beautiful? She was flawless, every inch of her, and just the sight of her made my dick twitch. I had to leave before I made it too obvious. I pushed through the drunken crowd, making it into the back office.
"Ryan, you're back!" Star smiled as she greeted me in the hallway.
"I can't get anything past you, can I?" She never was the brightest of the Cherries’ girls. I'd fucked her once, but never again. It was like fucking a wild woman, and the bitch pulled some of my hair out.
"Where have you been?" she asked, leaning up against the wall next to me while I unlocked my office.
"You know I can't tell you girls things like that," I tutted. "How has it been here while I've been gone? Has there been any trouble?"
"No, it's just been busy." She sighed, squeezing her breasts together. Star, if you think that's going to work, you are dumber than I thought. I value my hair too much. "Trixie has been out for a week. She only came back this afternoon."
"What? Why?" I snapped. Had she been sick?
"She had a bug or something. Carlo came in and told us."
"Carlo came in?" Something was wrong. Carlo only dealt with important personal matters himself. I needed to speak to Siena and make sure she was okay. If Tony had done anything to upset her.... I clenched my fists together to keep from losing it.
"Ryan, are you okay?" Star asked, touching my shoulder.
"I have things to do," I snapped, walking into my office and slamming the door in her face.
I had just started to boot up my computer when a knock came at my door. I called for whoever it was to come in.
"You're back. I thought Star was teasing," Barbie grinned, closing my door behind her with a wanton look on her face. Seriously, girls! Can we all just calm the fuck down? I’d only been back for fifteen minutes, and I wasn’t planning on fucking any of them tonight. Well, I would fuck one, but I was never getting that chance again.
"Barbie, I'm really busy," I exhaled, not even looking up at her.
"You don't even have time for me to welcome you back? What about a drink? I could get you a whiskey?"
"No!" I snarled. "So get your bony ass out of my office." Barbie just stood there, pouting at me like that would change my mind. "FUCK OFF! NOW !" I yelled. She jumped and then quickly scurried off. Fucking women! I had work to do!
I put away all my personal money and checked to see how my private shares were doing. I was making quite a profit.
I was going to put some big money down on a few fighters Bennett had learned about last month. If I was lucky, I'd double my bet. The boys and I went to fight nights quite often. It was a good place to do business and make a little personal money. The next big fight was in City Limits’ basement next week. It was an old, rundown nightclub that was probably the roughest place in Chicago, but that never fazed me or the boys. We lived for it. We owned this mother fucking town!
I began to research Paul Jenkins once all my money was safely tucked away. I had no idea if he belonged to a gang, or if he was a lone trouble maker, but I was going to find the motherfucker. No one stole from Carlo Valenti and lived to tell the tale.
While I was searching, another tap came at my door. Mother fucking Barbie! She never could take no for an answer. I stormed out of my chair, so pissed I was ready to hit something.
"For fucks sake, Barbie, when I say no, I..." I stopped, swinging the door open fully to finally take in who was standing outside my office. Why the fuck was Siena at my door?
"I thought I better bring you your whiskey. It seems you've already pissed off Star and Barbie. That's a record for you." She smiled, holding up my glass of whiskey.
"Trixie..." I was a fucking moron! Was that all I could say? Then again, I was clearly staring at her tits. Christ, I knew what was underneath that little top. I'd tasted, suckled, and devoured those fucking breasts of hers a month ago.
"I'm up here, Ryan," Siena glared, making me look up at her face. She was so fucking hot!
"Star said you were off last week," I muttered, snapping myself out of the daze only Siena could put me in.
"I had the flu," she commented, following me into my office and shutting the door behind her. That's a dangerous thing to do, Siena, locking yourself in here with me. "How was Brazil?"
"Tony told you where I went?" I frowned. Siena shouldn't know so much. I worried how deeply she was involved with this fucking family. We were both trapped—we knew too much—but I was bonded to Carlo like a son. He was a father figure to me, and had been since the day he found me. I wasn't sure it was that way for Siena.
"No," she smiled sadly. "Carlo told me."
"Brazil was fine," I smiled, realizing she was still holding my whiskey. "Wasn't that for me?" I smirked. "Why don't you bring it over here?" Yes, bring that fuck-hot body over to me, baby.
A sexy smile spread across her face as she seductively walked over to me. Fuck, my dick was twitching already. She leaned over the desk, placing my drink down. My eyes fell on her black bikini top again.
"Have you ever had sex on a desk?" Did I really just ask that out loud?
"I'm not sure you should be asking me that, Ryan," Siena tutted, standing up and shaking her head at me.
"It's not like I haven't asked you before," I smirked, trying to brush the comment off.
"Things are different now," she muttered, taking a step back as I got up from behind my desk to stalk toward her.
"Are you referring to the fact that I fucked your brains out last month?" Siena whimpered a little, her eyes darting everywhere but at me. Now I knew she had some sort of feelings for me. This was so different from before. It was wrong in so many ways, but if Siena would have let me, I would've thrown her over my desk and fucked her senseless all night long...Tony and Carlo be damned. If she wanted me, I was hers tonight.
Siena was pressed against my door now. I was inches away from her, my body humming with desire as I felt the warmth of her body near mine.
"Don't," she whispered, pushing me away. "You can't be like this, Ryan ."
"I don't know how to be any other way," I admitted.
"If that's the case, then you need to stay away from me." I knew she was right, and as she opened my door to leave, I made no attempt to stop her. I needed to get a fucking grip. What the fuck was Siena doing to me?
I continued researching Paul Jenkins until Carlo called me to say he was heading back to the mansion. It was after midnight by then, so I called it a night at the club and went to fill Carlo in on Brazil.
"You look well, Ryan," Carlo smiled as he greeted me in his office.
"A whole month in the sun will do that for you," I smirked as he hugged me.
"So I've heard." Carlo chuckled, gesturing for me to sit down. "My brothers and I were talking about you tonight."
"You don't want me to move to Brazil to keep an eye on Diego full time, do you? That fucking heat almost killed me."
"No, Ryan. We have far bigger plans for you," Carlo chuckled. This sounded interesting. "But first, tell me about Brazil."
"You were right. Someone is trying to muscle in on your shipments." Carlo got up to pour us both a drink.
"Did you find out who we are dealing with?"
"I have a name, but not much to go on yet. Does Paul Jenkins mean anything to you?"
Carlo took his time to think about it. He knew a lot of people, and he never forgot a name. "It's not a name I've come across before. Is he behind the missing shipments?"
"He paid one of Diego's men to steal from them."
"Where is Diego's man now?"
"Dead," I breathed, downing my whiskey. Carlo was pleased, I could tell by his face.
"Will you need any help tracking down this Paul Jenkins? I'm quite tied up with the commissioner at the moment. He wants more hush money." Greedy asshole.
"I've got it under control so far, but I'll let you know," I replied as Carlo poured us another drink. "How has it been here while I've been away, apart from the commissioner?"
"Taxing," Carlo stressed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tony has been rather challenging these last few weeks."
"Nothing new, then," I chuckled into my whiskey glass.
"I had to give him a beating last week," Carlo sighed. "He's out of control, and I have no idea how to rein him back in."
"Why did you have to give him a beating?" I glared. Fuck, it better not have anything to do with Siena. If Carlo had used force, it must have been bad. Maybe he lost some of Carlo's money while he was dipping his dick in a new pussy at the club, or maybe he failed at a job. Tony did that sometimes, when his mind wasn't on his work. That was how he got shot the last time. The fucking idiot.
"He got a little rough with..." Carlo stopped, looking at me. "It doesn't matter, actually. It's all been sorted out, now."
"He got a little rough with who?" I snarled, slamming my glass on the table.
"Ryan, calm yourself. I have already rectified the situation. Tony won't ever lay a hand on Trixie again." That was all it took for me to hurl out of my chair and march out to find that motherfucker!
He had to be in the mansion somewhere. I spotted his car when I arrived. I ran into Adam as the anger surged through every vein in my body.
"Where is Tony?" I fumed at him.
"In the study. We're about to play a game of poker if you want to join us. How was Brazil?" I didn't even answer him as I raced to the study. "Ryan, what the fuck is wrong?" Adam called, but I had already pushed my way into the room.
Tony was sitting there laughing into his whiskey glass with some little blonde slut on his lap, trying to play the big man. Who the fuck did he think he was? He wasn't the boss yet.
"Ryan!" Tony beamed, looking up at me. He was drunk. "You're back." He pushed the blonde off his lap like she meant nothing. I couldn't believe he was doing that shit to Siena in her own fucking home. She could have walked in on him at any moment. Or did Tony know she'd still be at the club? The fucker! I was losing it even more. "You look really troubled, man," Tony frowned as he stood in front of me. "How did it go in Brazil?"
I answered him with my fist flying hard into his face. This smug piece of shit had to pay. I wouldn't let him keep doing this to Siena. She was too good for that.
"You motherfucker!" I snarled, hitting him again, this time in the stomach.
"Ryan," Tony winced, holding his stomach in pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Hurt her again and I will fucking kill you!" I roared. I was about to hit him again, but Carlo's voice stopped me.
"Everyone out, accept Ryan and Tony!" Carlo bellowed. The room was empty in seconds.
"You bastard!" Tony fumed, trying to tackle me to the ground. I dodged him instead, and shoved him onto the poker table. Glasses, cards, and chips flew everywhere.
"STOP THIS NOW !" Carlo's demand was a final warning. "I have already dealt with this matter, Ryan. It is none of your concern!" None of my concern? Siena...no, wait; Carlo was right. What the fuck was I doing? I never got this worked up over pussy.
"He's out of fucking control, Father. He should be punished! I think he broke my fucking nose," Tony whined, moving off the table as he wiped his bloodied nose.
"You deserve far worse," I seethed back at him.
"Ryan, I sent you to Brazil to get all of this out of your system. We can't run a business this way with my boys in a constant feud," Carlo stressed. "It has to stop right now! We have bigger things to worry about than Trixie. You got what you wanted, now things have to go back to the way they were before. She is Tony's girlfriend, and you should be grateful for the time you had with her!" Grateful? I needed to count to ten before I lost it with Carlo, too. I could never afford to disrespect Carlo like that; I wasn't his son.
"I'm willing to forgive and forget. How about we shake on a fresh start, Ryan ?" Tony murmured. Carlo turned to me, waiting for my response.
"Okay," I sighed, dusting off my suit that had some of Tony's blood on it. Damn, this was my favorite suit! I clasped Tony's hand hard, glaring at him in silent warning. That's right, fucker; you better treat her like a princess, or I will come after you! "To a fresh start... brother ," I replied.
"Yes, brother ," Tony smiled. Yeah, like that meant anything. I wasn't stupid. I knew Tony hated me—he had for years—he only kept up pretenses for his father’s sake. The moment he took over for Carlo, he'd want me dead. I had always known my fate. Death was something I faced daily, and like I'd said before, I wasn't afraid of it. Tony could fucking try to kill me; that didn't mean I would go down without a fight!
"Now," Carlo clapped his hands before patting us both on the back, "I think you two should get some rest and clean yourselves up. I have news for the two of you tomorrow. We are having a family meeting at noon. Everyone is to attend." Family meetings didn't happen often, and it could only mean one thing: some serious shit was going down.
I waited for a cab outside the mansion. I could have called Jamie, but it was almost one in the morning. I saw a car pull up into the driveway and held my breath, knowing that it was Siena getting back from her shift at the club.
Why couldn't I go back to the way I had been before I fucked her? I needed to get my shit together. She was just a fuck hot pussy! There was no reason to be this affected by her!
She stepped out of the car in those fucking killer silver heels I loved so much. Those fucking legs...my mouth was watering just from gazing at her fuck-hot body. She was in jeans and a small pink top now, and she still made my dick twitch. I pulled out a cigarette to calm myself. I was standing under the archway of the front door, so Siena hadn't noticed me yet.
As she walked into the light, I noticed the fading bruises on the tops of her arms. The low lights had hidden them in the club earlier. I clenched my fists tightly to keep from storming back into the mansion and killing the bastard. Fucking Tony! Control it, Ryan. You have to.
She was startled when she finally noticed me.
"Hello, Trixie," I greeted her, exhaling a puff of smoke from my cigarette.
"Carlo has you working already? You just got back!"
"I had a few matters to deal with," I stated, looking at her arms as she came closer. I didn't even want to think about what Tony had done to make those marks. Siena noticed me looking at her arms and pulled her coat over them that she'd been carrying.
"I hope it had nothing to do with me," she worried.
"Why didn't you tell me that Tony had hurt you when we spoke at the club earlier? You didn't have the fucking flu last week," I whispered, stroking her arms with the slightest touch. I couldn't help myself.
"It was none of your concern," she glared, pulling away. "It won't happen again. Carlo has assured me. He's already spoken to Tony."
"Carlo won't be around to protect you forever." Why was I so worried for her?
"I don't need protection, thank you! I can look after myself!" Fuck, she was so hot when she was angry. I wanted to slam her against the wall and slip my hands into her panties while she screamed at me. "And stop looking at me like that, Ryan! Are you trying to get yourself killed ?"
"I can look," I smirked as a cab pulled up. "I just can't touch." She rolled her eyes at me before making her way inside. "Oh, I might have broken Tony's nose, by the way, so he's extra cranky!"
"Great!" Siena threw her arms up in the air. "Thanks a lot, Ryan!"
"It was my pleasure," I teased.
"You need to stay away from me." Why did it feel as if Siena was begging me? Was this hard for her, too?
"I'll try," I called before getting into the cab.
I watched her walk into the mansion, knowing she was going to look after Tony's broken nose. Would I ever stop thinking that Tony was one lucky motherfucker to have that goddess?