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If she truly knows what I do, will she run away? Will she distance herself from me and not allow me to touch her ever again? Will it be the end of whatever budding thing we have together?
It’s possible because that side of my life that she wants to see is pure evil. It’s where I need to channel all my rage and violence, just so I can get things done. It’s something I would normally never allow a woman to have a glimpse of, especially not her. A part of me, however, feels that she’ll react differently.
I’ve been in this “business” long enough to know that I deserve my place in it. It was handed to me by my father, sure, but I’ve also proven myself over and over again. Even so, bringing Gina to the fold makes me nervous.
When one o’clock rolls around, a part of me hopes she cowers and backs down, but I should’ve known better.
She ends up in the passenger seat of my truck, riding along with me to do a pickup. It will give her the chance to get a glimpse at this side of who I am, but without putting her in any kind of danger…which I’d never allow.
Jimmy is supposed to meet me at his place, and when we pull up, I see his eyebrows raise when he looks at who’s sitting beside me, in a spot that’s normally reserved for him. To his credit, he just gets in the back and keeps his mouth shut.
Today, we’re doing a couple of meetings, and I’m sure Gina might want to be a part of that, but there’s no way I’m letting that happen. Jimmy already knows that it’s his responsibility to keep her entertained while I’m taking care of the real work. Nothing ever takes long because I’m organized. I also have something planned for later on in the day that Gina doesn’t know about.
We spend time with the appointments I need to make, and then Jimmy makes an excuse, and I drop him off again. As soon as he’s out of the car, Gina turns to me. “Is this really all you do? It’s just driving around talking to people. Where’s the danger? Where’s the action?”
I have to smirk. “Littlebellissima, sometimes not everything is like what you see in a Martin Scorsese film. Just because I have a reputation doesn’t mean I always have to live up to it. As a matter of fact having that reputation, and my adversaries fear of the violence I handed out to get it, means they’re not crazy enough to test me and see it first hand, which keeps everything peaceful.”
She almost seems disgruntled that I didn’t walk her into the middle of a brawl or a shootout. “Come on. Show me something dangerous, something exciting.” Her tone is slightly pleading, just enough to make my dick hard again.
And I know the perfect place to take her. My original plan was to head to one of the best hotels in town and rent us a suite so we could slide into bed again. But now I have a better idea.
The warehouse I’m thinking of is in an industrial section of town that is very quiet and nearly deserted. In fact, it’s even difficult to get a cell signal, which is ideal for my purposes. Most people I bring here don’t end up coming back out, at least not while they’re still breathing.
We pull into the parking lot and Gina breathes slowly as she looks around. “What is this place? You’re showing me a warehouse?”
She looks at me excitedly, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Or is it like a safe house? Like there’s a bunch of your guys stashed here in case you need to send them to do something?” Her interest, enthusiasm and especially her naïveté make the corner of my lip turn up into yet another smirk. She’s just so fucking cute.
“Come inside and I’ll show you.”
I’ve never shown any woman my place of work before—especially this place, where I enjoy inflicting pain on people, not giving out pleasure. This is not exactly where I’d ever think about being with a woman, but I think that the danger and what it represents actually turns her on, not to mentions she’s not “a woman.” She’smy woman, and that makes all the difference, along with doing whatever it takes to make her happy.
We walk inside, her clutching my arm and our footsteps echoing. She stops and tugs on my sleeve.
Her eyes go wider as she looks at the table. There are straps on both ends of it, used to keep people still while we get information out of them. “What do you use these straps for?” The question is so innocent, and mixed with her tentative tone in asking it, my cock turns rock hard.
“Keeping people still.”
“People?” She swallows hard.
I nod. Up until now ‘people’ meant exclusively men. The omerta code dictates that we never involve innocents, such as women and children, let alone harm them when it comes to anything we do…not that I need a code to tell me to keep my hands off a woman or child.
But today, right now, this table’s about to be graced by the flesh of the fairer sex for the first time…ever.
Without a single word of provocation or instruction from me, she curiously slides a hand through one of the cuffs and turns to me with a sexy smile. “Do you want to strap me in?”
I gulp.Madonna. Cristo. Dio.What is she doing to me?
She climbs up on the table and positions herself face-down, and her little dress rides up, showing me just the bottom of her ass cheeks again, and it’s like a conduit straight to my dick. This girl knows what she’s doing alright. As she wiggles her tight ass, I get an idea.
Walking to the front of the table, I grab her wrist firmly and then cinch up the strap, first doing one side and then the other.
“Mmm…now that you have me secured and at your mercy,” she winks, “what are you going to do with me?” Her tone changes slightly as she presents her question, just enough to be slightly laced with fear in addition to a noticeable quiver of anticipation.
As an answer, I slide her dress up even higher and expose that ass that’s been driving me wild. Massaging one of her cheeks, I give it a firm slap, and she gasps in a high-pitched squeal as red blooms across her skin.
“I think you know what I’m going to do to you, little girl,” I growl into her ear and nibble her earlobe. Her legs spread, giving me better access to her behind. I spank the other side, and she whimpers. Now I know exactly what I want, something that she isn’t expecting—to claim her other, forbidden hole so that she isunequivocallymine.
I use my hands again to massage her all over her cheeks, and I slide her thong to the side, paying careful attention to her tight asshole. I touch it lightly, and she clenches, her puckered entrance pulling tight. I spit on my finger and spread it over her hole. Slowly, I slip my pinkie inside, just the tip, and massage her gently.
