Bow Down(138)
Rafa pulled me against him, stepping back. The door swung open and a man stood there, blinking out at us.
“There you fucking are,” he said. “Ernesto wants us.”
“The fuck does he want?”
“Boss said we have somewhere to be.” He glanced at me. He was heavier, with dark hair and dark eyes. “Who’s the fucking girl?”
“How about you don’t fucking worry about it. Yeah?”
The guy shrugged. “Whatever. Get your ass in here. Get rid of the fucking slut.”
Rafa pushed me aside gently and stepped toward the guy. “Fuck off now, Jimmy, before I fucking break your neck.”
The guy turned and quickly walked inside. Rafa jammed his foot in the door before it shut completely.
He turned toward me, holding the door open. “Give me your number,” he said. He handed me his phone.
I nodded and quickly typed my number in. I had no clue why, but I gave him my real number.
“Good. See you later, Jessica.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and then disappeared back into the bar. The door clicked shut behind him.
I stared at it for a second and then released a breath. I shook my head like I was coming out of a dream.
What the hell had just happened?
I came to the bar to try and do some research for a story on human trafficking. I knew these men were mobsters, and I knew they were my enemy.
But Rafa seemed different. I barely knew him, and yet I’d found myself following him into a dark alley and making out with him.
It was totally crazy. But the way he looked at me, the way he talked to me, it pushed me over the edge. I went from rational and professional to a total, crazy mess in only a few seconds.
I needed to stay away from that man. Instantly, I regretted giving him my real number, but it didn’t matter. I was going to leave and forget about him. There were other ways to try to get some insider information.
I quickly walked down the alley, feeling strangely disappointed.
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Rafa
That girl was lying about something, but I didn’t give a fuck.
The only thing I cared about were those fucking lips. Full and beautiful, she looked like she was given those lips by an angel specifically to suck cock. I was hard just thinking about her pretty face down at my waist, her eyes staring up at me as she took my thick cock down her little throat.
And fuck, the way she’d reacted when I’d kissed her. I’d known plenty of women in my life, hundreds even, but so few of them kissed like that. She kissed like she wanted to fuck, and there was no question about that. It was all passion and intensity.
Jessica. She was a gorgeous fucking stranger, and definitely way out of her league back in that bar. The guys had already been eyeing her up, and I’d caught Fat Jimmy wondering if someone shouldn’t teach her what it meant to come into the mob’s own private fucking bar.
So I did the girl a favor. I didn’t know why, but instead of let the boys fuck with her, I sat down and decided to rescue her.
Fortunately, old fuck Ernesto and old fuck Alfonse got into another fucking old fuck argument, which provided the perfect distraction. When the boys weren’t looking, I got her ass out of there before they could do something stupid.
And then I was going to fuck her in that alley, make her understand how lucky she was to get saved by me.
Instead, that asshole Fat Jimmy decided to pull me away. I didn’t normally take a girl’s number like that, since there’d be plenty more whenever I wanted, but she was different. There was something about her that I couldn’t really place. She didn’t seem like the mob wife type. She seemed like a normal fucking girl.
In the Barone crime family, there weren’t many normal fucking girls left these days.
The war with the Russians was slowly driving a wedge into the organization. That was an old war though, one that had been raging for years in one form or another. At the moment, we were at a tense truce, but that wasn’t going to last long.
We just so happened to have a mutual enemy.
The fucking Spiders. Those cunts had been attacking our whorehouses all over the city and stealing the girls away. We didn’t know much about them, but we did know that they wanted to steal our girls away.
I wasn’t interested in much of that. In the Barone family, there were two types of bosses: those who trafficked in girls and those who didn’t. I wasn’t the type to force a girl to fuck, so I wasn’t much interested in the trafficking business. But there were men who were into it, and some of them were my bosses.
Which was how I ended up at a whorehouse out on the edge of town at one in the morning instead of fucking that pretty girl back in the alley.
Fat Jimmy pulled the car over. I climbed out and he followed.