Tempted by the Sinner

“True, but we’re not in Mexico, which you sometimes seem to forget.”

Santos fidgeted, just a little, and I frowned as I watched.

“What do you want to make this stop?” Santos asked. “Not just this little spat between our organizations, but this alliance with the Russians.”

“Nothing,” Vince said. “There’s nothing you could possibly offer me to make me want to bend over and take it from you.”

Santos turned his head toward Vince and I saw the confusion plain in his expression.

“Then why are you here?” he asked. “I thought this was a negotiation.”

Vince gave him a wicked smile, all blood and teeth and rage.

“No,” he said. “I’m here to tell you to your face that I’m going to gut you, gut your men, and rip your organization up by the roots. You never should have stepped to me, Santos. And now I’m going to burn you out like the rat you are.”

Vince stood abruptly and Santos stared up at him, his face screwed up in confusion. I walked toward them and joined Vince a few feet from the bench. Santos stayed seated and reached his hands out, palms up, like he was trying to implore us to stay.

“You’re making a mistake,” Santos said. “We can negotiate. Come up with a deal that benefits all of us. We’re businessmen.”

“We could’ve done that before you started shooting,” Vince said. “Now, you can go fuck yourself.”

“So it’s war then?” Santos asked.

“It’s war,” Vince said and walked off.

I hurried to keep up with him, my heart racing. He walked through the crowd with his head held high, his eyes hard and looking into the distance. I got close to him, grabbed his arm, tugged him back.

He slowed and looked down at me.

I bit my lip, heart racing.

“That wasn’t what Steven and Dante wanted,” I said.

“No,” he said. “It’s definitely not.”

“So why?” I asked. “You didn’t even try to hear him out.”

“I want him to make a move,” Vince said. “I’m not going to let this drag out. I want him to make a move, and when he does, I’m going to hit him so hard, so fast, he won’t ever be able to recover.”

I chewed my lip but he kept walking again, forcing me to hurry to catch up. I didn’t know if he was right, or if he’d lost his mind, but I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to touch him, feel him, lose myself in him.

God, it was the danger that got me. And Vince was danger, all of him wild.22VinceWe drove back to my place and my heart hammered the whole way back. I kept thinking about Santos, that snake face, those rat eyes. That bastard didn’t care if I wanted war, even if he pretended like he didn’t want things to go that way.

I knew it the second I sat down. He was there for the same reason I was.

We were feeling each other out.

Two boxers circling each other in the ring.

And I needed him to punch first.

I felt riled up and angry. I found a spot on my street, opposite the house. I parallel parked then turned to Mona. She looked at me with those big eyes, those pretty lips, and I reached out to her. She smiled a little, coy and incredible, leaning closer to me.

“I have a lot of calls to make,” I said. “After what happened at the park, I’ll need to warn the others.”

“You don’t want to go inside yet, do you?”

“Once I do, it’s work time,” I said.

He tilted her head. “So let’s stay here for a few minutes,” she said.

I nodded and reached out, pulling her closer. I kissed her lips, gently at first, but she returned my kiss with a surprising hunger.

I let my tongue roll against hers as I gripped her hair. She moved closer, halfway across the seats. I wanted to rip her top off, feel her breasts, tease her nipples, then sink my cock so far inside her tight little pussy that she never stopped feeling me.

She made a little moan as I bit her lip then kissed her neck. She reached out and fumbled at my belt, taking it off.

“You liked being there today, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did,” she said.

“You liked going to that meeting, speaking up. You liked speaking up with my father, too.”

“I did,” she said again as she took my belt off and worked on the button and fly of my slacks.

I grabbed her hair and looked into her eyes. “I think you like this,” I said. “At first, it was all about the article. But it’s a lot more than that now.”

“I want to say you’re wrong,” she whispered. “But I can’t.”

She yanked my slacks forward, slid her hand down my pants, and found my half-hard cock. She worked it, massaging my shaft, stroking me as I kissed her. I groaned my pleasure and she managed to pull me through the slit in my boxer briefs. She took my cock in both hands, leaning over the center console, and stroked me up and down.