Julie

What the fuck was I doing? This was borderline kidnapping and fucking asinine. I felt my gut twist at the thought of me leaving, and that made no sense. I had every reason to get the fuck out of this place as soon as possible. This man… he didn’t deserve my tears or hurt. I tried to cover it up as much as possible, but I’m only human. I have a heart, and I have emotions and fuck me if they don’t listen to me and do I what I need them to.

I listened to the door close behind his two bodyguards as they left they took my only escape with them. I closed my eyes and silently told myself that I would be able to make it through this while keeping my dignity then I would allow myself to be consumed with ice cream and self-pity when I got home.

“Julie.” My name came from Gio like a demand.

I looked at him and sighed. “What are you doing?” I asked.

His hand landed on my shoulder, and he slowly slid it down my arm to my hand, and he grasped it. “Let’s go in the room and talk.” He suggested.

“No. if you want to talk, we can do that right here.” No way was I ever going back to his bedroom again.

He sighed. “Ok, then let’s go in the living room.”

I looked at the front door longingly before giving him a small nod and walking over. I knew there was no way I was going to be leaving here unless he allowed it. We’ll talk and go through whatever bullshit he wanted to because it wasn’t going to change anything. He was a fucking dog. Plain and simple.

He followed quietly behind me and wisely took a seat across from me instead of next to me. He blew out a frustrated breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “Look, Julie, I think we may have had a little confusion.” He started.

I scoffed unable to stop myself. “Confused?” I asked. “I’m not confused. I understood you perfectly fine when you confirmed that you slept with Rebecca and proceeded to tell me that I had no right to give a fuck about it.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t have the patience for this shit. I’m going to lay it all out for you right now – then I have questions.” He waited for a beat for me to say anything and when I remained silent, he continued. “I did fuck Rebecca… more than once. It was mostly when I was drunk out my ass – “

I opened my mouth to call him the piece of shit he was, but he sent me a dangerous glare telling me not to dare interrupt. “She would come onto me. I honestly don’t even remember anything about when with her those times. One day, I was having a shit day, and she came looking for a quickie. I gave in and immediately regretted it.” He cringed. What the hell was that about? “It wasn’t good. Like at all and I knew that was never gonna happen again. It’s not in my nature to talk shit about people like that, but I need you to see the picture. That was ages ago, never touched her since even though that hasn’t exactly detoured her from showing an interest.” He shook his head. “I’m assuming this is all because you saw her come to my office. She asked me for a fuck, and I told her to scram. It didn’t have anything to do with you. My rejections to her have always solely been because I have zero interest.” His head cocked to the side. “But if separately, if that had been anyone else… even someone who I’ve had in the past that I wouldn’t have minded having again before I still would’ve told them no. Julie, I was just inside you. I was planning on being right back inside you tonight. I haven’t even thought about another broad since you somehow landed in my lap with all your crazy.”

I frowned. “I – I don’t believe you.” I was really confused.

“Why the fuck not?” He asked harshly, and I could see him withdrawing from me through his eyes.

“I mean... yea I did see Becca go to your office.” I shook my head trying to clear it. “But it was before that. When I first started my shift, she’d told me she slept with you before and was going to again at her break. She made it seem like what we did… what we were doing was normal with all the female employees.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand to stop him. I needed to say this while I had the courage and my eyes were still dry. “I didn’t delude myself into thinking that this was more than it was. But, I didn’t feel ashamed of what we did or… or cheap. I didn’t hear wedding bells and see rings here, but I thought it was more than a fucking initiation into the job.”

“That’s bullshit!” He roared as he stood up and began pacing. “One, I don’t fuck my employees. It’s not a habit that I’ve made. I might’ve made a mistake here or there, but that’s it. And it was always something that’s happened at work… usually, with me fucked up or letting shit go once in a while. And I have a shit ton of establishments, Julie. I could count the number of girls on one fucking hand. Two, I don’t bring anyone here to my home. Ever. Only my family and those two fuckers. No woman I’ve ever been with would be able to tell you where I really live.” He shook his head in disgust. “Rebecca is a lying bitch, and she probably tried to make you fucking jealous with her bullshit. You want me to confront her so you can get the picture? Then call it fucking done. I’m not into these bullshit childish fucking games.”

I just stared at him because what can I say about that? I definitely got the catty vibes from her when I’d asked her if he was there, but I didn’t expect this. This was the type of shit my sister got into, not me. “I – I …” I licked my lips my mouth suddenly dry. I couldn’t help but believe him, and that made me feel like a super asshole. I’d stirred shit up, shot a guy in his office, had the fight of my life with him all for what? Because Becca got in my head and she fucking knew what she was doing. Did that mean she knew about us? But how?

I sighed and groaned. The words already tasting bitter in my mouth before I spoke them. “I’m sorry. Really… but in my defense, I’m not used to this shit. I didn’t get the briefing on dealing with backstabbing jealous bitches growing up. I didn’t have boyfriends really.” I blushed. “Just the one, so excuse me if I’m new to this.”

He watched me for a bit before his mean façade cracked. “Would this happen to be the same boyfriend that took your virginity?” he asked.

Oh, my. I blushed harder and nodded. “He was an asshole.”

He nodded. “I’m sure he was.”

Before I could help myself, I was having word vomit. “The fucker slept with my sister the same night. He’d had sex with me then ditched me after getting a text. I go home to find them having hot and heavy sex in our room.  Apparently, he and Taylor had been screwing since we hit a month of dating and I didn’t give it up.” I told him.

He frowned. “That’s fucked, babe.” I nodded in agreement. “I’m almost scared to ask… but what did you do?” he asked.

I grinned evilly as the night came back to me. I shrugged casually. “Oh you know, what any other woman who felt betrayed and totally fucked over would.” I laughed darkly. “After I punched him in the neck, I cracked him over the head with a lamp knocking his ass out cold. Then, I punched my sister in the nose.” I sighed as the rest came to me. “Unfortunately, my mom was home and heard the commotion and broke it up before I could kill them both. It was highly disappointing.”

He shuddered. “You’re fucking demented.”

I’d take it. “They deserved it.”

He nodded. “They did.”

“So…” I began. I wasn’t sure what this now meant.

He walked over to me. “You said you’d only had one boyfriend before… so you calling me your man?” he asked.

Oh shit. Stupid mouth of mine. “I, uh…” I looked around for an excuse to get out of this conversation. “What, umm….” Very intelligent.

He chuckled. “That’s alright babe because I had already decided that you were mine.” He bent down and lifted me off the couch into his arms. “Now that we fought a lot, I think its time we makeup now. What do you think?” he asked as his breath fanned my face.

My stomach flipped, and that now familiar pulsing began in between my legs. “I think that’s ok,” I said noticing how breathless I sounded.

He groaned and bent down to nip my bottom lip as he began walking towards the bedroom. “Are we good? Because it’s making me crazy to think you were about ready to storm the fuck out of here probably to never speak to me again because of some stupid bitch.”

I sighed and placed a hand on his chest. “Relax mob boss. I don’t need you going off half-cocked and get one eye Tony to off her.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely feeling better. I was worried there for a bit.” He said dryly.

I nodded. “Absolutely. I’m feeling back to my normally charming self.” I confirmed.

“You’re a handful.” He muttered.

I laughed. “Well, that would be the case when you’re squeezing my ass. I’m not exactly skinny darling.”

He squeezed my butt harder. “I love every inch of your body babe.”

That caused a little flutter in my stomach from the compliment. I wasn’t used to male attention, and I really wasn’t used to guys telling me that I was attractive. This man was just opening up so many new worlds for me. Kind of sad really, because it just makes me ask myself ‘what the ever loving fuck have you been doing with yourself all these years?’.

As soon as he crossed the threshold to his bedroom, he put me down. He wasted no time peeling all of our clothes off as he walked me back to the bed. He gave me a shove that caused me to fall back onto the bed, and he followed me down. He gripped the back of my neck, and his lips crashed down on mine. Tongues, lips, and teeth collided in a battle filled with lust.

He wrenched his lips free, and began suckling and licking my neck and chest until he reached my breast. He cupped them both as he stared down at them with hungry eyes. “Your tits are fucking perfect.” He murmured before leaning down and licking my nipple.

“God.” I whimpered when he pulled that mouth of his from my breast. The disappointment was short lived when he refocused his attention on the other.

He released my breast with a pop before continuing to kiss and lick his way further down. He kneeled between my legs and pushed my legs apart. I couldn’t help but notice his large erection pulsing against his stomach. There was a bead of precum at the tip, and I licked my lips as I thought about tasting it. My attention was snapped away from the body part that seemed to bring me immense sexual satisfaction when he ran a finger down my center and into me. My back arched off the bed, and I couldn’t contain the gasp that escaped me.

“So fucking wet…” he muttered as if he was talking to himself. His eyes were fixated on me where his hand was. “fucking beautiful.” He said before retracting his hand. He laid down on the bed between my legs and threw them over his shoulders. There was no warning or finesse as he dove his tongue into me and began to torture me with his tongue. After a few minutes, I was speaking French… or was it Chinese? Then came all over his mouth and face. My body continued convulsing with aftershocks after he licked up my mess and climbed over me. He lined himself up and buried himself to the hilt with a hiss.

“So fucking tight.” He said as he brought his lips to mine as he began to pound into me. I had to release his mouth to scream out his name and every curse word known to man as I went into sensory overload.

“How did it feel walking around tonight knowing your hot pussy was filled with me?” he asked.

I moaned, “oh god.” I whimpered. I loved his dirty mouth.

His hands were gripping me, then kneading, then caressing all while his mouth was everywhere he could reach. Biting, sucking, and licking and he never eased up his rhythm. It was all too much and not enough.

I felt the beginning of an orgasm, and I somehow was sure he knew. He grunted and looked into my eyes. “You’re fucking mine, Julie.”

I nodded. “Yours.”

“And I don’t share.” He added with a twist of his hips that had my mouth dropping open. I could only shake my head.

“You get me?” he asked repeating the motion.

“God yes.” What were we talking about again?

“I’m going to cum inside of you and mark every inch of you with my nut. And I’m going to do it every.single.fucking.time.”

Sure, whatever you say as long as you keep that up. “Uh huh,” I said, not really listening to him anymore.

“Everyone is going to fucking smell me on you in a five-foot radius, so they know to keep the fuck away from you.” He shook his head as his rhythm was becoming uneven. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” He asked.

I shook my head. I had thought the same thing about him. “I – I don’t… I don’t know.” I stuttered out.

“Shit!” He bit my neck and suckled, and I was sure I was going to have a matching hickey on the other side. “Come on baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Did the bastard have a secret button that I didn’t know about? Because just like that I went off as he commanded and enjoyed the light show behind my eyes as I rocked and quivered against him. I barely registered warmth filling me as his cock jerked inside of me and he moaned out my name.

 

*****

Giovanni

We were laying down in bed after I’d fucked her into oblivion four times. I needed to make sure she was still with me and that I fucking owned her. I was done fucking around with this whole thing. I tried to stop it, make sense of it but it didn’t work. So fuck it, it just is. She’s mine, and that’s the end of it. Little does she know, is that she fucked up somewhere along the way. The little minx had pulled me in, and now I wasn’t letting go of her. That bullshit she played up tonight, wasn’t going to fly again. I’d kill her ass before she walks out on me. I felt like I conquered the fucking world.

She was splayed out on top of me and was drawing patterns on my chest and stomach with her finger.

“Listen Julie.” I began, and she looked up into my eyes. “I don’t like how you listened to that bitch Becca and went off on me today. I’m not a liar, and I figured you knew that about me. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a liar, and I’m definitely not a fucking loser. That shit that you thought I’d done was some shit only a fucking loser would do.”

She blew out a long breath. “I know, but it just seemed like a ton of shit just kept happening back to back. I felt like I was spiraling out of control.” She looked down, and her voice went soft. “I can’t take too much shit like that. I began to panic.” She looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes. “And I can’t panic. It’s not good for me… for my health.”

I rubbed her back. “You get panic attacks?” I asked.

She nodded. “Ye-yea… something like that” She stuttered. “They make me a bit, unhinged.” I just nodded.

She snuggled closer to me. “What are you going to do to my sister?” She asked.

I sighed. “She owed me five grand. I gave her two weeks to pay me back.” I shrugged. “She’s already paid back her debt.”

Julie frowned at me. “How?”

Another shrug. “Don’t know, don’t care. Won't be dealing with her ever again though.”

She blew out a breath. “Good.”

The whole bullshit she told me about that little shit that took her virginity had been pissing me off since she said it. We’d been on rocky grounds earlier, so I had to play it off and not push her about it, but now that we were back to normal it was about time I addressed the issue.

“So, who was this guy?” I asked. “Your ex I mean.” I clarified.

She huffed. “Do we really need to talk about him?” she asked.

I nodded. “We do. Who was he?” I pressed.

“His name is Victor Farrington. He’s my age, went to school with us. He was a good-looking guy in school and played sports and stuff. I thought it was pretty cool to be dating someone on the in. I was a loner, Gio. My sister was popular and stuff. People obviously knew me and sometimes confused me for her, but I wasn’t liked much. Before my sister became a glorified slut, she had friends as far as the eye could see. She did horrible in school. She cut school, drank, partied… that’s why she was so well liked. She was the fun one, down for anything. Reckless. I was into school, I was in the fucking math club, those were my friends. When we were younger, I was the slow bloomer of the two of us. Her chest starting growing in three years before me, I had teenage acne – something she never had to deal with. And I exercised, so it kept me skinny as a stick. I hated being puny, but I thought my health was important. I had a horrible health teacher, scared the absolute shit out of me and had me thinking it was necessary to diet and do all sorts of shit to keep me from dying at 25 from not taking precautions.” She laughed to herself. “I knew I was being an idiot inside, but I was too goddamn scared of not taking care of myself. After that teacher got fired, I approached the new teacher who informed me that Mr. Gringer was a fool.” She shook her head smiling fondly. “Anyway, I’m sure you get the picture. I wasn’t exactly the poster child of a girl that a teenage boy wanted to date. It didn’t bother me much back then, but I would occasionally find myself jealous of my sister. How everyone adored her and worshiped her when I knew she wasn’t a good person. We lived together, hell we still share the same room. I knew the things she did and said. She would hookup, makeout, and flirt with her friend's boyfriends. Laugh and talk about her friends behind their backs, she was evil and yet everyone thought she walked on water.” Her shoulders sagged. “So imagine my surprise when I finally got a hold of my appearance. I’d quit with the health binge, so I put on some weight, I was finally out of a training bra, and I got my acne under control… I was looking better than I’d ever been. No one initially seemed to notice until Victor asked me out.”

She looked up at me with a lost expression, and I began running my hands through her hair to comfort her. “You know, them sleeping together wasn’t the most fucked up part about it.” She began, her eyes getting teary. “The whole reason this cute, popular guy asked me out was part of a fucking joke. Apparently, at a party, they were talking about me. Supposedly, some of the guys had noticed my changes and thought that I was cute. Taylor didn’t appreciate the teasing that I might just be as hot as her or hotter, so she sent out a challenge. Who could get me then fuck me? The guys were actually decent and thought it was fucked up, but not Victor. He countered her and said that he’d do it and eventually get to fuck me. But his condition was that he couldn’t go longer than a month without. So my sister offered to be his fuck buddy until I let him ‘hit it.’” She snarled with disgust. “Those are the dumbest fucking conditions, but it just told me all I needed to know. She was jealous and wanted to hurt me. Be the center of attention and still get the guy. The one that I would’ve thought was my guy. I wondered why his friends never seemed comfortable around me. Always looking with pity. I’d always thought it was him they were pitying for who he was with, but it was me. I was dumb.” She summarized.

My blood was fucking boiling, and I wanted to find her sister and snap her in half after I beat the fuck to death. “How do you know all of this?” I asked even as dread filled me as I waited for her answer.

“Her old best friend was Nicki. They’d been best friends for five years. She wasn’t just fucking Victor then, but her best friends boyfriend. When she’d come to the house to wail on my sister, that was one fight I wasn’t going to have for her. She deserved to have her ass beat, and Nicki wasn’t the type to try to take it out on me. Not that every female did, some mistook us and thought I was her, but Nicki knew. When my sister wasn’t home on her third attempt to whip her ass, she told me everything. That and more. I confronted my sister about it, and all she did was shrug and tell me to suck it up. That was one time I didn’t want to hit her because I knew I’d try to kill her if I started and she wasn’t worth the jail time.”

I felt her betrayal in every inch of me, and couldn’t stop my body from shaking in anger. She placed her hand on my chest over my heart. “Don’t worry about it. I’m over it… it’s done and gone with now. I told you because you asked, but don’t give them any more power by being mad at them.” She said softly.

This fucking girl. I kissed her forehead hard and pulled her closer to me. She was sweet, so fucking sweet all over. “Who are you?” I asked.

She laughed softly, and it was like music. She’s usually so on guard and ready to banter, it was something seeing her all soft and pliant like a real female. Us, together, with no barriers… it was nice. I’ve never had this before outside of my family, and it was a fucking wonder how I went so long without it. “I’m Julie silly. Although, you should’ve asked before you rocked my world.” She teased.

Wicked. In an instant, I had her flipped onto her back and had my hands on her sides tickling the shit out of her. She was breathless and red all over in an instant. Shit, I don’t remember the last time I was playful. This girl is fucking me up all over.

“Ple – plea….. oh god stop.” She moaned.

My phone rang making me grant her wish and release her. I pulled my phone out and answered as I dropped back on the bed next to her and pulled her in. “Yea?” I answered.

A long sigh of relief greeted me. “I was just calling to check on you,” Angelou said.

I frowned. “The fuck for?” I asked.

He grunted. “You’re shitting me, right? Last time I saw you, you were doing everything in your power to get yourself killed. Not only that, but you did it with the one person that would probably do it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop being a girl.”

I heard voices in the background but ignored it. Probably some shit my sister was watching on TV. “So I take it everything is good over there?” he asked.

I looked over at the woman that was going to be the death of me, either by her hands or her mouth. “Yea, shit is straight over here.”

Angelou chuckled. “So you didn’t kill her either.” He murmured.

I couldn’t help but smile. He knew me. “Yea, my girl is still alive.” I looked over at her and saw her eyes twinkling, she was totally eavesdropping. “for now.” I added.

She snorted and dropped her head to my chest. Angelou grunted, and then I felt dread fill me as I heard the background clearer. “Louie, is that my baby boy on the phone?” my Ma asked.

“Yes, Ma.” He responded compliantly.

I considered hanging up now and then telling her later I lost service, but I knew she’d just call me back and my pops will be here within a half hour to have my head for fucking with Ma. I listened as she asked for the phone and the rustling of the phone moving hands. “Baby, is that you?” she asked sweetly.

“Hi, Ma.” I greeted her.

“Oh, Marco honey when are you coming over for dinner?” she asked.

I checked the time and frowned. “What are you even doing up at this hour?” I asked.

She laughed and then snorted. Fucking hell. “Your sisters came over, and we had some girl time. Louie and Dante came over after, and your brother Michael is here too. We are having a blast! I asked about you, and Dante told me that you had something to deal with?” it came out as a question.

I knew Ma, and she knew what I was into. She knew what pop was into, and she does the same thing with me as she did with him. Ignore the illegal shit we do and pretend I’m just a successful businessman. That’s the shit she wants to hear about. “Nothing much. Something with my club, but it’s all cleared up now.”

She cleared her throat. “And what is this I hear of a girl?” she asked. I could picture her hands flying to her hips, and the chuckles in the background told me there was no way out of this.

“There is a girl, yes,” I told her vaguely hoping to leave it at that.

“Giovanni Marcini Ruzzo, who is she?” she demanded.

I sighed and felt a headache coming on. I didn’t like where this shit was going. “Her name is Julie,” I answered.

“Julie…” my mom repeated like she was feeling out the name. “I like it.”

I groaned. “Ok, I’ll talk to you later,” I said trying to get her off the phone.

She huffed. “And where is this Julie from? What’s her family like? What is she like? When are you bringing her over?” my mom asked in one breath.

God help me. “Really, Ma we have to do this right now?” I asked.

She went quiet for a minute, and I had to check to make sure the phone didn’t disconnect. I wouldn’t be that fucking lucky now would I? “Is she there?” she whispered.

I groaned, and Julie’s head popped up. “I am.” She answered for me, and I seriously considered strangling her.

I listened to my mother take a sharp breath. “Can I talk to her?” she asked just as quietly.

I shook my head and started to say no when the phone was pulled from my hand. “Hello?” Julie answered.

I could vaguely hear my mothers voice on the other end of the line, I wasn’t sure how the fuck Julie could. She must be a nosy mother fucker. “I’m doing well ma’am, how are you?” she asked politely as she adjusted her body more comfortably on me. I, on the other hand, felt awkward as fuck having her naked body plastered all over me with my mother on the phone. Talk about a fucking mood kill.

“I go by Julie, but my full name is Julianna.” She said.

She went quiet as she listened to my mother then smiled. “That would be nice, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

More silence and then a frown. “Well, I am in school and working.”

I heard something like a sigh from the other end of the line and my mom's voice. “I have class tomorrow, but that’s during the day. I don’t work Wednesdays.” Julie said.

My stomach felt like it was filled with stone. I had a feeling where this was going and wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It’s hard to explain. I didn’t mind taking Julie home, but my family could be a lot and so could she. “That sounds great, I’ll tell Gio.” She said. She listened for a bit more before saying her goodbyes and hanging up the phone.

She set my phone to the side and pulled the blanket up higher around her snuggling in for sleep. The fuck? “Are you going to tell me about that?” I asked.

I felt her shrug because we were both now fully covered with the comforter. “We’re having dinner with your mom tomorrow.” She said casually.

I closed my eyes tight. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I began to argue.

“Shh.” She whispered as she snuggled in even closer.

“Jul – “

“Shhhhhh, sleep.” She muttered like she was half out of it.

“We’re not doing it.” I expected a fight, or hell even a response. I looked down to see her eyes shut and her even breathing telling me that she was out for the night. Fucking hell. I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head. I leaned over carefully to turn out the bedside lamp and followed her to sleep.