Chapter One
Salvatore
“I need you to kidnap someone for me,” the sexy siren with long, dark hair and a devil smile said.
“No kids,” I responded with a grunt. I wasn’t about to let her get to me.
“Not at all. I want you to kidnap me,” she said, and her words were enough to pull my attention away from the swell of her breasts and back up to Mara’s .
“You’re a crazy bitch,” I said just as the waiter brought our lobsters. “Look, little girl, I don’t do weirdo sex fantasies. I’m not a gigolo.”
She laughed, and I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat. It was the most violent thought I’d had about such an innocent young woman in a long time, but then my mind shifted. I saw her dark hair splayed out on a silk pillow while my cock was buried deep inside her velvet box. In my mind, my hands were chocking her moans back while the tip of my cock bottomed out in her.
“Hey, I’m no little girl,” she spat, and it was just the kind of bratty response I’d expect from a barely legal mafia princess.
Mara hadn’t told me that her daddy was mafia, but I could almost smell it on her
“Eat your lobster,” I said and dug into mine.
She must have understood that the conversation was over for the time being. I liked that she listened to me. I’d never broken a woman like her before, if she even was a woman yet, but I imagined it would be fun.
That was the last thing I needed to be thinking about. Although my cock wouldn’t let me think about anything else. Mara had a piece of lobster in her fingers and she dipped it into butter and sucked it off. I’d seen that movie. I was far less impressed with her little show than my dick seemed. It twitched and strained against the fabric of my slacks.
“This is really good,” she purred.
“You putting on a show just tells me you really are a child.”
“I’m nineteen,” she pouted.
Well, that was a relief. She was too young for me,
I have to admit that the knowledge she was at least legal changed things a bit. I normally wouldn’t consider an offer like hers, but I was desperate.
Getting out of town was my first priority. The problem was that I was nearly broke. Over the last two weeks, I’d gone from being wealthy beyond anything I’d ever imagined to having almost nothing.
My last job had done me in. The client didn’t tell me that the hit was on an entire family. I was shocked when I snuck into the house and found the target’s wife and young son in the room where I’d been instructed to kill the mark.
There was no way that it was a mistake or accident. The client had given me painstakingly specific instructions about how the target was supposed to die and in what room his body should be left for the authorities. This wasn’t unusual. People often wanted to leave a message.
But I didn’t mess with kids. Everyone knew that. I didn’t want to kill the wife either, but when she saw me, the woman came after me with a knife she had stashed in a hidden sheath under the coffee table. She left me no choice.
I did the husband. He was scum, so I wouldn’t shed a tear over his death. That left me with the kid.
He began to cry when his mother tried to attack me. It was only later, after the father was dead too, that I discovered the bruises on the little boy’s neck and arms. His parents were monsters, and I’d saved him.
There was no part of me that could kill him. I took the boy with me that night. I had one friend in law enforcement that I could trust. was the only police I knew who wasn’t tied in some way to the mob. I took the boy to her.
She met me at our usual rendezvous point. It was an old, abandoned barn out in the middle of the country. I could never risk being seen with her in the city.
When I arrived with the child, Lindsey was shocked. She knew who I was, but my work wasn’t something we discussed. Ever. Her job was to put criminals behind bars and my job was to kill them. Our acquaintance was based on my feeding her information on the rival families.
This particular situation was different. I told her the kid needed to go into witness protection and that there was a price on his head.
“I can’t put him in witness protection unless he witnessed something,” she said.
“His parents are dead. He saw his mother killed by a hitman. They were both criminals. I’m sure he witnessed a great deal more than their untimely demise,” I responded.
“Who is he going to tell us killed his parents?” Lindsey asked.
“I’m leaving the country. Please don’t try and contact me again. Forget you knew me,” I said as I walked away. That was the end of my career.
“Hey, jackass. I said I’m not a kid.” Mara’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I felt her kick my shoe under the table.
“Wow, you’re a brat. I should take you into the bathroom and paddle your ass. Maybe that would shut you up,” I said, and again my traitorous cock hardened at the thought.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she asked and licked her lips. “You want my bare ass across your lap.”
“This conversation has become unproductive,” I said in a clinical tone.
“Do you even care why I want you to kidnap me. You never asked,” Mara said as she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back against her chair.
“Fine, but I’m going to finish my dinner while you tell me your little story,” I said. “Go on.”
“My father is a monster. A lot of men in his position are monsters at work, but they leave it there. They do what needs to be done, but when they come home to their wives and children, they are loving and devoted husbands and fathers,” Mara began. “That does not describe my father. He was a real fiend. It was inside of him.”
“You’re going to have to get more specific. What, he didn’t buy you a pony for your sixteenth birthday?” She looked every bit the spoiled princess, and I couldn’t imagine her life had been that rough.
“Oh, he bought me a pony for my sixteenth birthday,” she hissed. “A year later, when he caught me with a boy I hadn’t asked permission to date, he made the guy shoot my beloved Brownie in front of me. I lost my best friend and my first love all in one night. Colin never spoke to me again, and after that night, his parents packed up and moved to the West Coast.”
“You’re making that up,” I said and took a bite of my lobster.
“I’m not, but that’s not even the worst,” she began. “He killed my mother.”
“You’re saying your father murdered your mother?” I leaned in. Now that was interesting.
“Not directly,” she said, and I thought for a moment I heard her sniffle. “She had cancer. When he left her four years ago for a twenty-one-year-old model, my father left my mother completely penniless. He claimed that she neglected his needs, and that’s how he justified leaving her with nothing for a younger woman. Well, a few months after he left, she was diagnosed with cancer. My father had enough money that he could have gotten her the best treatment and doctors possible. Instead, she had to apply for state aid.
Mom got the minimum amount of treatment possible because we couldn’t pay for anything better,” she continued. “He let her languish in a state hospital as she died too. You’d think he could have at least moved her to a better hospice so she could get proper pain management. I went to him and begged him to help her. I said I would do anything if he would just move her to a cleaner facility. It ripped my heart out to watch her dying in that hell hole.”
“And he said no,” I said when she got quiet.
“He didn’t just say no. He told me that since I’d chosen to live with her after the divorce, I had no right to ask him for anything. He made me feel guilty and responsible for her death. I knew he was pissed that his little princess didn’t go with him, but I didn’t think he’d punish us that way. I’m not sure why I was surprised. He’d always been cruel, and that’s why I’d stayed with my mom even though we went to bed hungry every night.”
“But after your mom died, you had to go live with him,” I said and felt her story tug at my heart. I had to shut that shit down right away. She was probably lying anyway.
“Yeah, it was shortly after her death that he bought me Brownie for my sixteenth birthday. He threw me a huge party, but it was all for show. Not only did he want to flaunt his wealth, but my father was also looking for a suitable match for me.”
“A match?”
“Yeah, he was basically going to sell me to a rival family he wanted to forge an alliance with. It’s medieval shit. That’s why he killed my horse when I went to the movies with a guy he didn’t hand pick. My virginity is worth millions in cash, and even more in business deals. He needed me untouched.”
“So, are you still worth millions?” I had to know. I couldn’t believe a woman as sexy and voluptuous as Mara was still a virgin.
“Subtle,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m still as pure as driven snow. My monster daddy let my mom die and killed the horse he bought me as a gift in front of my eyes. I wasn’t about to cross him. I’ve played the good girl ever since the night Brownie died, but I’ve just been biding my time.”
“So, you want me to kidnap you to get back at your father. How does that work? You said he is a monster that doesn’t care about you.”
“The kidnapping isn’t how I get my revenge. The ransom is. You’re going to demand a specified amount for my return. Of course, if you can get him to agree to that amount without letting him talk you down, I’ll give you a share,” she said and leaned forward so that her supple breasts almost spilled out of her dress onto the table.
I’m not that easy. “I don’t take work on a contingency basis, doll. I’m not abducting you for a split of the potential ransom,” I said and readied myself to leave. This whole thing had been a complete waste of time. I could probably stick around, get her to show me those gorgeous tits, and then get her to blow me in the back room, but I was pissed. I needed money way more than I needed my dick sucked by this devious little bitch.
“Whoa, slow down, cowboy. The split of the ransom is just a bonus. I’ve got a quarter of a million dollars in cash for your servicess” she said, leaning back.
“And how did a teenager get their hands on that kind of cash?” I asked with a wry smile. If I had to sit here and play these games with her, she was definitely sucking my cock. That had just become a given.
“I’m almost twenty,” she said with indignation. “I’ve set aside every gift I’ve been given since my mother died; every birthday and Christmas card that was filled with cash, I saved it all. ,” she said. I started to protest that there was no way she’d been given two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in under four years in her birthday cards, but she cut me off. “Of course, that wasn’t enough. My father has a bunch of art and antiques stashed in various places. I sold a piece off here and there. That adds up after a couple of years. It’s shit he’ll never even notice was gone.”
“You want me to kidnap you with money you stole from your father.”
“I’m sure he either stole or killed for the money it took to buy the art, so it all comes out in the wash,” Mara said with a dismissive shrug.
For a moment, my heart actually ached for her. When I thought about the life she must have lived, it almost made me pity her a bit. Then, she opened her smart mouth again.
“So, are you going to help me or what? I don’t have fucking time for this, man. I need someone who can handle this shit like a man.”
Okay, now I had to take the job. Not because she goaded me into it, but because after I kidnapped her spoiled ass, I was going to spank it until she begged me to stop. Somebody needed to take that girl over their knee for a proper punishment, and I was willing to do the job for a quarter of a million dollars.
“Fine. I’ll take the job. I want half the cash up front, and I want the other half as soon as we’re in the wind,” I said right after the waiter dropped off the check.
“Good. We’ll work out the details at our next meeting. I don’t want to stay here too long. If it somehow gets back to my father that I’m here with a man, he’ll probably go on a rampage,” she said and stood up. “You’ll have to pay the check. I can’t use my credit card here. There can be no evidence of our meeting.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be the little rich girl?” I growled. “If I knew I had to pay, we would have gone somewhere a little cheaper.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” she said with a smart-ass smile. “Don’t worry, Salvatore. I’ll pay you back.”
The way my cock reacted when she said my name let me know that she’d be paying me back in more ways than one. In that moment, I didn’t care if she wanted it or not. I would be watching Mara’s big tits bounce up and down while she rode my stick. I’d find a way to make it happen.