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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 out 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.
“What do you think happened?” he asked me.
“How about we go ask and fucking find out instead of yanking our dicks and guessing?”
“No need to be an asshole, Rafa.”
I grinned at him. “Fuck off, Jimmy. You cock blocked me earlier.”
“So what? You stole that girl. She was mine.”
“She wasn’t anyone’s, you dumb fat shit.”
“Say that again.”
“Dumb fat shit. Come on.” I headed into the house, and Jimmy reluctantly followed. He was a spineless scumbag and he knew it. I didn’t enjoy pushing him around, but sometimes that dick bastard got a big head, and someone needed to keep him in check.
The Madame of the place was standing in the living room. The room had been tossed over pretty thoroughly. Every drawer was pulled and every pillow was slashed. The curtains were even torn down and shredded.
The Madame was an older woman, dark skinned and in her late fifties. She was thin and severe, and I guessed she’d been in the business a long time.
“What happened?” I asked her.
She grunted. “Five people came. Ski masks, big guns. Killed Robert.”
“Who’s Robert?” Jimmy asked.
“Guard,” the Madame said.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Eloise.”
“Okay, Eloise. Sorry Robert got killed. What happened next?”
“Like I said, they came in fast. Killed Robert, held up the patrons. Robbed them blind, even slapped them around. Then they took the girls out to some cars they had outside and then they were gone.”
I nodded. It sounded just like two other raids that had happened in the last few months.
“Get a look at any of them?”
“No,” she said. “Except I heard them. I think they were all women.”
“Women?” Jimmy asked. “You fucking kidding me?”
“Shut up,” I told Jimmy.
That was another common theme. The attacks had all been done by women wearing ski masks. As far as I could tell, the Spiders were a bunch of warrior princesses or some shit like that.