The two women were not fooling anyone. Johnny glanced at her face one time and frowned. “Unlike Lorenzo, I’m only gonna ask one fuckin time. What the hell is going on with you two?” After some rigmarole, they fessed up.

He’d known Tiffany since he was a child and Cheryl for a couple of years. Cheryl cleared her throat and spoke reluctantly.

“I got approached by the FBI. They threatened to keep my brother in jail unless I wore a wire. I made sure they just heard us flirting and having lots of sex. Came to find out the female agent isn’t interested in you guys at all. Her sister was taken by the same Russians who kidnapped Tiffany. She needs help to get her sister back. She said she’d give herself to you, do anything you want in return. She’s been looking for almost a year and she’s real desperate.”

Gino shook his head. “I say we just whack both the feds and forget it, boss.”

Johnny grinned viciously. “I’d be inclined to agree with you for one, but didn’t you hear the part about the agent being willing to give herself to me? I’ve owned a pitbull, a pony, and an AK-47 but never an FBI agent. Don’t take away my fun by killing her, Gino.”

Lorenzo’s voice was ice cold and he refused to even look at her. “What’s your plan Johnny?”

“We’ve already got them right here where we want ‘em. I’ll play with her like a cat does with a mouse, then take her to my father.”

Moving stealthily towards the pair of agents, Johnny felt the dark, slumbering beast inside roar to life. Both startled slightly when they caught him in their peripheral vision, a look of alarm jumping onto their stupid faces. Not particularly surprising, since the poor fools had leveraged his best friend’s fiancé into wearing a wire. Mobsters hated getting tripped up with sneaky shit like that. Apparently, they’d been pretty pissed when all they heard was tons of ball-busting sex. Served the pathetic pair of degenerates right for snooping, in his opinion.

He quickly decided on a course of action; he’d divide and conquer, ‘cause the male definitely needed to go. The pudgy little sweating man was about as useful as a bookie who flunked math. Realizing that she’d been caught, the foolish little female agent had promised to do whatever he wanted in order to make things right. Smelled like a sweet honey trap, to his finely honed nose.

Dropping both fists on the top of the table he stared at the pretty female agent with a malevolent smile on his face. Being the son of a mob boss and trained in all manner of dirty deeds, Johnny knew he was psychologically intimidating. Standing well over six feet tall and ripped with muscles that would make a bodybuilder drool, he was one hundred percent pure dominant alpha. All that shit made him physically threatening as well.

Most women immediately looked away when he caught their eye for the first time - the ones who didn’t break into an actual run as they tried to escape, that is. Hell, most men had more sense than to challenge him with prolonged eye contact.

Not this pretty little bitch. Oh, hell no. She stared him down, defiant as hell, even after being caught red handed spying on his crew. She had to know the penalty for that kind of shit was death.

He quickly double checked his perhaps faulty reasoning. To be an agent, she had to be more than half smart, he was fairly certain of that fact. Yet, here she was, staring him down like he was somehow in the wrong. The pretty little bitch was ever so confused if she thought he was some kind of mischievous child, rather than a dangerous mobster.

He snatched her pathetic little partner up by the front of his ridiculous undercover duds, giving him the once over. “You look absurdly out of place here.”

The man gaped at his bland, matter-of-fact statement.

Johnny literally tossed the man at a nearby bouncer. “Take out the trash, Ruben.”

“Yes, sir.”

Turning his attention back to the female agent, Johnny continued his little staring contest from before, feeling almost like he was five again. She was a beauty. Johnny had always had a soft spot for lady cops. Trying to keep the smirk off his face, he thought it was probably because he didn’t have to wonder about their motives. They all wanted to arrest him instead of kill him and that was always a relief. All he ever fantasized about was getting them naked. Maybe it was some sort of fetish, like nice Jewish girls had for Santa.

Deciding to ratchet up the drama he whipped out his switchblade and opened it. Irritatingly enough, she still didn’t bat an eye. Scraping at his nails he allowed his eyes to travel over her curvy body. This sexy little number was built for a big man like him. Her long dark hair and bright blue eyes were a stark contrast to her pale porcelain skin. Skin he’d love to see more of, that was for damned sure. He found himself wondering what color her panties were or if she wore a thong under those trendy dress pants. He could see a hint of a dark colored bra under her snow white button up blouse.

Her irritated voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Are you planning to stare at my chest all day or are you going to toss me out on my ass as well?”

“Hell the fuck no. I’ve got much more important plans for your pretty little ass.”

She rolled her eyes.

“No thanks.”

Smiling ominously, he snapped the switchblade melodramatically closed before deadpanning back. “Are you sure? You ain’t even heard what I got in mind yet, sweet cheeks.”

“You already mentioned that it involves my ass. Anything a big scary bastard like you wants to do with my derrière is nothing I’m likely to be even remotely interested in.”

“Well, ain’t you just about fancy? What in the actual fuck is a derrière, Doll?”

“Bottom, butt, backside, rump, caboose, heinie, posterior. Shall I go on? You should be familiar with all those terms, since you’re a gigantic one.” Her self-righteous glare really struck his funny bone.

“Been called a lot of things in my day, Doll. Ain’t never been called a derrière though. That’s a first. You law-enforcement types are all the same. You pretend to be all about law and order, but we both know that you’re not. Making your goddamned selves feel superior, that’s what really makes people like you tick.”

Flipping her dark hair over her shoulder, she lifted her chin defiantly. “Trying to be moral isn’t a goal for you at all, is it?”

Leaning over he stated clearly, “Tick-tock.”

She flushed bright red. He shouldn’t be so pleased over her embarrassment at proving his point so quickly. Maybe she’d think twice before attempting to outsmart him again.

“Touché, mister crime boss extraordinaire. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to let my chain of command know our cover has been blown.”

Gripping her arm firmly, Johnny jerked her back down in her seat. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “You leave when I tell you to amscray. Don’t ever try to walk out on me again, Doll. I ain’t no fuckin’ push over like Lorenzo or Gino. You best remember that.”

He expected her to fly into a rage or freeze up in fear. What he didn’t expect was her to submit. She surely did, though. Her body went soft beneath his touch and her eyes turned warm. What the fuck? Seeing her respond that way, ripped what little self-control he had left away.

Licking his bottom lip he spoke softly, realizing her voice was bizarrely rough tonight. “You deserve to be punished. Since I don’t get off on hurtin’ women, you get a nice fuck instead.”

“Yay, lucky me. Just what I always dreamed of, a punishment fuck from a scary mobster I’ve never met before. Does this count as our first date?”

“Don’t be a smart ass.”

“How about I agree to the fuck and we leave my ass out of it?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, images of her compliant little body taking his cock filtered through his mind.

“What is your devious little mind up to?”

Realizing all too late that his expression had betrayed his thoughts, he began pulling her towards the door leading upstairs. “You do not want to know.”

“As long as you’re not thinking about my ass.”

“Why are you so preoccupied with that? How interesting can one woman’s ass be anyway? I’m not an ass man or anything.”

“Good to know.”

“Okay, I’m lying about that.” God, he loved toying with this one. Her face gave away every fleeting thought. Something about the thought of seeing her expressions when he fucked her really flipped his switch. “In fact, I love nice a pert female ass, especially one with a pretty little pink rosette for me to play with.”

“Now you’re just trying to scare me.”

“Won’t know 'til you’re naked, Sweetheart.” He couldn’t ever remember wanting a woman quite so much. “Come on, I don’t like draggin’ you.”

“You’re a damned mobbed up thug. What do you have to be embarrassed about? Don’t you Neanderthals drag your women all the time? I bet it’s the only way you can get them to hold still long enough to bang them.”

Not expecting quite that much vitriol from the woman who promised him anything, he took the insult full on the chin. Coming to a dead stop in his tracks half way across the dance floor, he spun her around to face him. “You think I’m some primitive fuck who needs to manhandle a woman to get them to give me sexual favors?”

“I’d say you’re channeling your inner caveman today. I’ll be lucky if those abnormally large hands of yours don’t leave bruises.”

His hand flew off her at the speed of light. Jerking his head down, he wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her to the side door and up the steps. Disappointment rumbled through his gut. She’d offered herself to him and then turned on him the first chance she got. That was what he got for even thinking about letting anything slide.

Teaching her a lesson was going to be a fuckin’ privilege. Leading her into the posh conference room, he closed the door. He made himself a drink, strolled across the room, and leaned back against the conference table. Running the glass over his bottom lip, he thought of what would be the best way to teach her how little he needed to drag women around. The perfect idea struck his brain, like a bolt of lightning. Leaning over, he hit the comm button his phone.

“Larisa, send me a couple of vixens.”

“Right away, sir.”

Johnny was thrilled at how eager the woman sounded. Larisa had been dying to get in his pants for a while now. She was no FBI agent, but she was a perfect ten. A quiet knock sounded at the door within moments.

“Come in.”

Sure enough, Larisa had volunteered herself and brought a nice looking friend. He had only to glance at the floor in front of him, and the women scrambled forward. Whether they actually liked his body or just his money, he didn’t know. With pretty blonde tens, it didn’t matter. The one thing he could count on was they didn’t know enough about him to give a shit about him as a person. He’d spent a lifetime making sure no woman did, after all.

He stood watching the agent’s eyes get big as the women deftly unfastened his pants and began servicing him with enthusiasm. That was putting it mildly. The two women were practically fighting over who was going to suck him off. Finally, they worked it out. One of them began sucking him and the other woman worked on his balls. He didn’t know or care which of them did what. They were just vixens to his mind.

She’d accused him of being a ruthless thug and since it wasn’t all that far from the truth, he’d decided to play the part for her. After this, he thought wryly, she’d never think of him as a potential lover. She’d see him for the sick, twisted freak he truly was. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing he’d dealt honestly with her, never pretending to be something he wasn’t. Why did that thought make his chest constrict so tightly?

Suddenly, everything began to unravel. Instead of the joy and triumph of teaching the pretty little agent a serious life lesson, he felt a little dead inside as the vixens worked at arousing his usually eager young flesh. Something about the woman he actually wanted to fuck looking on in horror as women he didn’t give a shit about serviced him, didn’t quite crank his gear. In fact, having her see him like this was wrong.

Being raised by a fifth generation mobster, Johnny realized he probably never had a very good understanding of right and wrong. This time he knew, cause he felt it deep down in his soul.

He wished the twins would just get on with it. They were probably confused enough to think they were drawing out the pleasure for him. Little did they know, this situation was tearing him up inside. He needed to loosen the fuck up and do his part to get this shit over with.

Suddenly, someone was standing beside him with a bottle of brandy. Feeling a singing sensation in the back of his eyes, he watched the pretty agent fill his glass. It embarrassed him to think his expression had given him away once again. Her hand came up over his and she eased the glass gently to his lips. Closing his eyes, he took a long drink to drown out the image of her face contorted in sympathy. Perhaps it wasn’t his expression that kept giving him away. It was entirely possible the agent was simply perceptive. Only a fool would lower his guard around a woman who could see right through him. He was twice the fool for ever thinking this was a good idea.

Concentrating on the moment, he fantasized about the pretty agent on her knees in front of him in place of the whores. In his mind at least, she loved giving him pleasure. The image he conjured of her laid out beneath him, giving herself to him freely instead of grudgingly, spurned him closer to the edge. The image of her coming while wrapped around his cock brought him to the climax he needed.

Thank fuck, time to get himself out of this ridiculously convoluted situation. He felt a tear spill down his cheek. It brought his fury, cause fuckin’ grown ass men did not cry, not fuckin’ ever. In his world tears were a weakness. Forget the stupid agent and the vixens, nothing was ever going to damage his calm like that again. It was goddamn emasculating.

He turned, to hide the small sliver of emotion. Dropped his glass on the table, fastened his pants before rumbling a command. “Out.”

The vixens scrambled for the door, without question. Picking up his glass he downed the remaining brandy. Soon after the door closed, he sensed the agent was still in the room. “You don’t listen very well, Doll. I said, get out. You’re dismissed.”

“But…”

He couldn’t face her quite yet. Slamming his glass down, he roared. “But nothing, Get the hell out.”

Not surprisingly, she fled not only the room but the entire building. He’d be lucky if she hadn’t fled the entire country. What the fuck was wrong with him?