Tony

I was fucking madly in love with her. Sitting in my office, attempting to work. and all I could do was think of her. Alana is everything that a guy could want and she’s all mine. She’s lying in bed after being fucked for the hundredth time this week. But I needed to get some work done or I’d end up losing my business.

I thought about taking her to the club tonight, but I didn’t want anyone eyeing her like she was fucking candy. Besides, she said she was too tired to go. I forgot that until now she hadn't been forced into a different waking hour. Most people didn’t operate like night owls. Opening up another business during the day may be a better solution for us. It was something I needed to discuss with my lawyers and my cousin, the one person who I could trust with my future.

Trust. I popped out of my desk chair, feeling that I could trust Alana, too. There was so much I still needed to learn about her. I knew her parents were dead and that’s why she needed the job so bad. She hated pickles on her food and she was only eighteen. I was in love with a girl who was barely legal, but she was a sweetheart and that in itself was worth its weight in gold.

My guy Tic walked into my office without fucking knocking. He got the name because his face was full of expression especially when he was pissed. He had a tic in his jaw that told the person on the receiving end they were fucked. Tic was lucky as hell that I left Alana upstairs to sleep because if she’d been awake and riding my dick like I really wanted, this fucker was going to catch a bullet in his nuts. “What do you want?”

“Boss, you’ve got to get rid of the broad. I can do it for you,” he said. Instant rage flooded my brain and traveled down to my trigger finger. I jumped out of my chair, my gun in my hand and out of my waistband in a second and pointed at his head.

“What the fuck did you say?” I asked my voice tight with violent promise, a deranged look in my eyes that told him what he said was a big fuck-up on his part.

He threw his hands up in the air and backed up, his eyes round and fearful. “Whoa, boss. Chill. I guess you don’t know yet.”

“Know what? She has someone else sniffing around?” That was the only thing I could consider, and I’d just cap that motherfucker and get on with our lives. Her pussy was owned by me and only me.

“Yeah, the cops. She’s a fucking snitch.” I shook my head vehemently. Not believing a single word of that. My sweet Alana wouldn’t be working for the cops. She wouldn’t and she was only eighteen. There’s no way that shit would even be legal.

“Bullshit, Tic. You are talking about the woman I’m going to marry.” That was the only warning I was going to give his ass.

“Fuck, boss. I’m sorry, but we got the proof.” He held his hands up and shook his head.

“She’s not old enough to be a cop. She’s only eighteen.” I was in full blown denial. There wasn’t anything that would make this right.

“Yeah, well, my little sister went to high school with her. She was seen with cops several times at the end of the year and not because she was in trouble. Dahlia said she knew her and that she wanted to be a detective when she grew up.”

“That’s your fucking proof?” That wasn’t enough for me. She could have changed her mind. She came to the club for a job. A lot of women who are smart came there for the extra money for school. I didn’t want to believe him. I couldn’t believe it because that meant that everything I dreamed of was a fucking lie.

“No. There’s more.” The solemnness in his voice told me I was about to be crushed.

“What the fuck else?” I asked, annoyed and full of resentment.

“We looked at surveillance tapes of the club because the police were looking for a suspect who claimed he’d been at the club on the night she came there, and she got out of an unmarked car. We watched the car and the driver got out. I’d seen the guy before he’s a detective. The one that was at the club looking for her, Gregory Simms.”

I paled and was ready to kill the fucking messenger. My girl played me and that was why he’d been looking for her. Maybe she was afraid to call him because I was around. Damn, I couldn’t wrap my head around this. I was played before, but that chick was nothing to me and it cost me big time. This time was a lot fucking worse. She was everything to me. How the fuck could she do this to me? Playing me this whole time, giving me her virginity only to get me on something illegal. My heart was fucking breaking on the damn spot. This was bullshit and I didn’t want to believe. I had to see for myself.

“Tic, get the fuck out of here before I kill the messenger.” He was out of the door without turning back, and he was wise because I felt like putting a bullet in someone and it would never be her. No matter how much I felt betrayed.

I climbed the stairs up to the bedroom two at a time. I damn near kicked in the door. She was startled out of her sleep or it looked like it. I noticed that her luggage was on the side. “Tony, what’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes wide and her heart racing.

“You working for the cops?” I don’t know how I managed to get the words out of my mouth, but from the look on her face, I got my answer. She looked petrified and kept eyeing my gun. The tears were already rolling down her cheeks. Those tears weren’t for me or for us; they were out of fear that I was going to kill her. She was so damn scared of me because it was all true. The beating in my brain grew to a monstrous fucking rhythm. It hit a crescendo when I saw her phone in her hand.

“Get the fuck out,” I roared, hating both of us at the moment. “Get your shit and get the fuck out. I don’t want to ever see you again. You fucking disgust me.” I got the fuck out of the room and out of the damn house before I fucking lost it and did some shit I knew I’d regret.

“Boss, what’s going on?” Vinny asked, following me around the side of the house. I was pacing back and forth.

“I want her out of here. Take her wherever she wants to go, but I don’t want to know where. Just get her out of here and don’t fucking touch a hair on her head.” As much as I hated her, I loved her so much the thought of losing her was fucking killing me inside. The feeling of being torn in two was sending me into a fit of uncontrolled rage. I walked back around to the front of the house with Vinny in tow. Waving him off to go in the house, I hopped in my truck and drove off. There was no way I could even speak to anyone right now. I was ready to pop off on someone.