Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(78)

“Well that was a nice little trip down memory lane,” he said.

“Sure was.”

I felt a thousand times better, letting all that rage and energy flow through me. I always did. I learned that when I was still a kid. To beat a guy so hard they never lay a hand on you again, there was nothing that came close to it, until I learned about fucking, which was just as good. Now they were both my drugs of choice.

“What I don’t get is why you’re here for this, but you weren’t there for Santino last night,” said Lorenzo.

“I thought you could handle it,” I said pointedly, wiping my hands on a towel from a drawer in the desk.

Lorenzo paused and a dirty look flashed across his face. “Shit was already fucked by the time I got there, boss. I bet if you and I had arrived earlier then we wouldn’t be having this talk now.”

Calming down from dealing with Tony, I held my hands up. “OK. Fair point. You’re right. What do you think the blowback is going to be from this? Santino was alive yesterday, he’s alive today. Are we any worse off?”

That defiant expression dropped away, and Lorenzo’s temper-needle edged away from the red-zone too. “Three guys down and Santino wouldn’t have shown up if the Picollis weren’t up to something. That was a chance to nip it in the bud, so yeah, seems we’re worse off. Hope that reporter pussy was worth it.”

Truth be told, despite Santino turning up and getting away, thoughts about Kendall had invaded my mind all night and all day so far. The way her pussy felt when it was wrapped around my cock was better than I could have imagined.

Even now, I could hear those sexy little sounds she made when she was trying to take all the hard fucking I could give her. I bet she wasn’t even aware she was making them most of the time.

I’d never cum so hard, so much, with any girl before. If all the times I’d fucked before, and there were a lot, were on par with fighting… fucking Kendall was about a mile above all of it.

Of all the girls I’d had my way with, I’d never wanted to fuck one twice. What was the point? They’d never forget the time I fucked them, they’d think of me when some poor asshole married them. No woman had so much that I couldn’t take it all in one session.

Kendall was different somehow, though. I still remembered her name for some reason. Why? It had felt incredible to take her virginity, sure, but it felt good to see her look at me the way she did when I stopped those fuckwits from giving her shit in the restaurant. It felt good to see her face light up when I simply slipped my arm around her.

I shook my head to try and get these alien thoughts out. What the hell was I thinking? I decided I probably just needed to fuck the life out of her one more time to get her out of my system.





Chapter 10

Kendall

Sitting comfortably in any chair was an impossibility. Sitting in this chair took it to a whole other level of awkward squirming.

My pussy was stinging from its rough introduction to adult life the previous night. I was trying to bear as much of my weight on the armrests as I could, and what I really wanted was one of those cushion rings the people with piles had to use. That would have been heaven, I bet.

Every time I tried to get more comfortable and somebody looked at me out of the corner of their eye I was swamped with the terrible thought that, somehow, everybody knew that Jace Barlow had taken me hard and bareback the previous night. They knew that I’d been a virgin yesterday and I wasn’t today. They knew.

“So, overall, it couldn’t have gone better,” said Lucile. “The Mayor was only too happy to talk at length about how his ‘Police in your Neighborhood’ initiative has reduced crime by sixty percent in the last few years, lots of great soundbites.”

“Did you ask about the rumors that the Picolli Crime Family hasn’t been disbanded, it’s just got better at hiding its tracks lately under that new boss… what was the name?” asked Mr. Kinsley from the front of the room near the interactive whiteboard.

Please let them talk about this for the rest of the meeting, I pleaded silently as I looked down with a wince at my woefully inadequate interview notes. How was I supposed to spin an entire article out of the fact that he liked baseball? I couldn’t write a couple thousand words about how having sex with him for your first time would leave your most intimate places feeling sore for at least a day. Maybe more.

I gulped.

“Sure. He laughed it off, said it was just wishful thinking from people who have seen too many gangster movies and have romanticized the past. He said the hardworking people in law enforcement gained the upper hand in the nineties, and the majority of the Mafia family members and associates, the Picollis included, packed their bags and headed for greener pastures a decade ago. There’s no evidence whatsoever of any new boss in the family named Velenodi Picolli. End quote,” said Lucile.