“Well, get her out of here,” Anthony says as he looks me up and down. “And try to keep your dick in your pants.” The guys laugh as I stand up.
“I hear you.” I’m ready to get out of here anyway.
Vince follows me to the door.
“I don’t like this talk about fucking a cop,” he says.
“I’m not, so it’s all good.” He watches me as I look past him at the door. I don't tell him I want to, but I'm too fucking obvious.
“You’re a shit liar, Tommy.”
“I’m not lying.” I don’t even believe me as I say it. But it's the truth. I haven't touched her. Yet.
“You’re not telling the truth, either.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t. He knows I wanna fuck her. Everybody fucking knows it.
“You’re looking for trouble, Tommy,” Vince says in a lowered voice. “And that’s what you’re going to get.”
“I’m not gonna do anything stupid, boss.” He's gotta know I wouldn't say shit to her. I'd never breathe a word of anything.
“Women make us do stupid shit. And she’s a cop.” He stares into my eyes, willing me to listen to him. “Don’t fucking believe a word she tells you.” His hand grips my shoulder as I nod.
I know this shit looks bad. I don’t know why I’m drawn to this broad. She could fuck me over in a heartbeat. I’m not going to give her shit. But the thought of playing with her is giving me a high I haven’t felt before. I know she wants in, and I’m dying to find out how much I can push her.
Vince shakes his head as he warns me, “Do not fuck this up to get your dick wet.”
“I won’t say shit, Vince. You know I won’t risk the familia.”
He huffs a laugh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m not worried about that shit, I’m worried about you fucking a cop, Tommy. Tell me you aren’t trying to get into her pants and I’ll feel better.”
I hesitate to answer. I’m not gonna lie. I wanna fuck this broad, she’s hot as shit and the idea of those lips wrapped around my cock has my dick hardening every fucking time it comes to mind. Even right fucking now.
“Jesus, Tommy,” he says with exasperation. Fuck. I don’t wanna piss off the Don.
“I won’t,” I say with regret in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re fucking lying to me,” he says, although he doesn’t sound that pissed about it.
“I’ve never lied to you before.” I look him in the eyes, “if you’re telling me to stay away from her, I’ll end this shit right now and threaten a restraining order.”
“Good. End this shit,” he says with relief and finality in his voice. Well that fucking sucks. I take a frustrated breath and leave the guys to go tell her she needs to stay away.
I feel a wave of disappointment as I leave the bistro. But then I see her walking toward me with quick steps. She’s in civilian clothes. Jeans that hug her curves and a teal tank top that rides up a little as she walks. The color brings out her eyes.
I can play a little more. Just a little before I have to give her up.
Fuck, no. I told Vince I wouldn’t, and I know I shouldn’t.
I hate that I want her and that I can’t go after her. But I have to listen to Vince.
Tonya
“Thomas.” I call out his name as he blatantly turns away from me and starts heading down the street. I know he saw me. He fucking smiled before blowing me off.
I have to jog to catch up to him, but before I can put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, he turns around.
“What the hell are you thinking, Tonya?” he asks with more concern in his voice than anything else. “You could get yourself into serious shit hanging around out here waiting for me.”
My brow furrows with confusion. “How do you know my name?”
He smirks at me and turns his back on me once again. I don’t fucking like it. I don’t like being ignored.
I reach out to grasp his arm. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t, but something is telling me he’ll allow it. Probably the same something that has my core soaked with arousal.
He turns sharply and grabs my wrist. “That’s not a good idea.” He doesn’t let go as the words drip from his mouth with a threat. He walks toward me and I find myself taking a step back. My back hits the brick wall of a building and it makes my heart thud in my chest.
“I just wanna talk.” I say the words through the hint of fear I’m feeling. His eyes hold a look of hunger, but also a dark look that has me questioning my instincts. Maybe I was wrong about him.
“Well, I don’t.” He releases my wrist and walks away again. My heart sinks in my chest, and I hate myself for feeling like I’ve failed. I can’t rely on Thomas alone. I know that, but somehow there’s more to this ache in my chest than just losing a lead. His rejection hurts.