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Brody and father started talking some more, and soon, father had his arms around Brody.
“I’d love it, if you took her for a ride,” Father was saying. “Show her downtown, you two can hammer out the details.” Brody turned to me and smiled.
Butterflies immediately circled inside of me, and I couldn’t believe Dad, the one man who almost never let me out of his sight when I was around him, was letting me ride in Brody’s Suburban SUV.
“Don’t worry,” Brody was telling my father, as I followed him outside. “She’ll be in good hands.”
The last thought on my mind as I entered his car was: will he have his way with me?
2
BRODY
It took everything I had in me to not be flustered around this hellacious schoolgirl. Blond hair, freckles, soft porcelain skin and light blue eyes weren’t the only features of this innocent looking goddess. Her hips were luscious, and I wanted to manhandle her hips.
Keep it together, Brody.
We were in my Suburban, the pinnacle of luxury and spacious comfort. She was the gentle doe; I was the lion, ready to take his prey. I could have her in here if I wanted, and no one, not even her father, could stop me. It definitely felt like things were going to go my way tonight.Who knows? Maybe you’ll even get her to ask for less money on behalf of the King Mafia?
Of course, I had anything but negotiations on my mind.
It had been a while since I’d last been with a woman. My ex-wife, who had been killed by one of my men at my order. I don’t take sympathy on those who betray me, and she had slept with one of my servants. I had the servant killed too- it was, sadly, just another day in my blood-wracked life.
Our violence was known far and wide in the city of Chicago, where the nightclubs played classy jazz music, and the swanky events were plentiful. Unfortunately, that also meant a lot of theft from my associates and me.
Frank King was an enforcer, but I was the sponsor. Every bit of blood on his hands was mine, and we ruled with fear. I gazed at her in disbelief.This innocent looking schoolgirl can’t be his daughter!
Adriana was the picture-perfect image of beauty; the girl next door, she was clearly out of her element with me, as she tried to keep her composure in negotiating with me. I had to give her a few softballs, and eventually, I started falling for her cute little ways.
I’ve always had a soft spot for nice girls.
Of course, the spot in between my legs was anything but soft. I yearned for her touch and my hard-on was difficult to hide. There were several times I caught her staring, clearly wondering what was hiding beneath the obscene tent emanating from my pants. I could have sworn that I saw her licking her lips out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to her, she was emotionless.A true mafia queen.
Adriana, you can have me begging for your touch any day.There was just something about her, something ineffable that had me needing her. And I needed to make my move.
“Adriana,” I said. “It’s getting cramped in here.”
She turned towards the window looking out at the moving city lights as we drove in downtown Chicago. Horns beeped, and the cityscape glowed in all of its splendor. But there was nothing quite like looking at Adriana.
“It is pretty hot,” she said slowly, her thick lips pursed as if she wanted to kiss. “Isn’t it?”
Adriana was wearing a white button-down blouse and a red and black checkered skirt. Her legs were perfectly hidden, and my raging hard member couldn’t take it anymore.
I could tell she couldn’t either.
We had to have each other. I made an abrupt turn into an alley and stopped the car. We had barely parked when I turned my head to hers and within seconds she was ravaging my lips.
First, our tongues locked together, and I could immediately taste her sweet, sweet breath. My hands were all over her, but she kept putting my hands away whenever I got too close to her erogenous zones.
“Not here,” she warned. “Bad boy.”
“I’ll show you who’s bad,” I said.
Of course, the give and take was well-balanced. Adriana teased me like no other, making me want more with every touch.
The rest was a blur, the excitement of how quick things started progressing making me hot with pleasure. My belt buckle slowly came off, as Adriana teased me, putting her hands just above my hard erection.
“What do we have here?” She asked, giving me a devilish grin I never thought I’d see on the overprotected, gorgeous daughter of my best friend and crime boss, Frank King.
