“Dario.” I find myself, whispering as I continue to shake. He lifts my legs and carries me in his arms.
“Lola, I take it you two have met.” He walks to the table.
“We were just getting acquainted when all hell broke loose.” She smiles and winks at me. I duck my head, not sure about the whole dynamic here. I mean is she his other woman? Like his main chick that is ok with him having a side girl? Is this some sort of weird harem stuff?
“Jewel, she is going to be staying with us for a while. She had an unfortunate incident, and I am making her stay here for her safety. She is housed in the other wing of the house. Feel free to get to know her.”
“Yes, please. I am going to lose my mind here all day. Come keep me company. We can talk and gossip and do girly things.” she says smiling. She seems so genuine that I can do nothing but smile back.
“Like you know anything about girlie.” Dario comments chuckling and shaking his head. Looking back at her, she frowns and scowls at him and then it hits me. She is totally like his little sister. Their relationship is so antagonistic, yet in a loving way.
“Just because I am with all guys all day doesn’t mean I don’t know girlie. Asshole.” she mutters that last part and finds myself giggling. He turns to me and smirks and it’s the first time I can see a fleck of light in his eyes.
“That’s funny is it?” he asks nipping at my lips.
“It is.” I say , smiling and shrugging my shoulders.
“Well let’s see how funny you find it, choking on this dick, baby. Almost killing a man made me ready to fuck.” good. Seems I’m ready too.
7
Dario
Sitting on the side of the bed, I cock my head and make sure my precious Jewel is asleep. After the incident in the kitchen, I brought her upstairs and fucked her until she passed out. I had to. My mind was fucked when I saw another man’s hands on her. Jesus. I had visions of war and destruction clamoring to be brought to fruition. It’s only out of respect for her innocence as far as the extent of the violence surrounding my life, that I didn’t splatter my kitchen with his brains. I know he thought he got off easy, but no one...gets away with coveting my possessions. Grabbing my phone I hit the number 2 for Click. All of my team are assigned numbers in my phone. Who the hell has time to be dialing digits and shit?
“Boss,” Click answers on the first ring.
“You still got him?” I ask referring to the dumb fuck who walked out of my kitchen.
“Of course. He didn’t even make it to his car.”
“Excellent.” See this is efficiency. When your crew knows you enough to know that just because you let a man walk away doesn’t mean he is free. “Did he seem shocked?” I like to think I surprise people.
“Don’t know about shocked but he was scared as shit. Pissed on my fucking seats.” I shake my head in disgust. This is the problem with the whole fucking enterprise. Men are men until faced with someone stronger. Then they turn into bitches.
“Well shit. Did you call the cleaners?”
“Just dumped the whole damn car. Got a new one from Mikey.”
“That’s fair. He billed it to the corp right?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.” no way I would make him pay for that shit. I take care of mine.
“So, am I handling this, or do you want to get personal?” This question prompts me to turn and look at the sun lying beside me, bathing the room in a glow even though it is pitch black. Running my fingers down her spine, I lean over and kiss her neck, simmering the need to fuck her once more. It never leaves.
“You have fun. I have something more important in my hands right now.”
“Oh, Santano’s secretary called to make sure the meeting is still on for next week.” shit. I forgot I have a meeting with the Colombian crime boss from NY and the Irish Mob boss from Boston. We all trade within each other's territory but it is done with respect. We meet up every so many months to discuss upcoming organizational changes as well as address any common enemies.
“Yes. Also, have him and Patrick bring their women. The Queen needs to see other women and how things are done.”
“You got it.” hanging up I toss my phone and move over her back. My tongue makes a journey from her neck to the seductive curves of her hips before she stirs.
“Mmm. Dario.” she moans and squirms. My finger enters her pussy as I bite the rest of the way down. Hearing her hiss, I know she is sore, and it makes me harder.