Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(107)

Wiping the sweat off me reminds me of last night, of the sweat sliding between me and Jess. She’s a hot little minx and arguably the best fuck I’ve ever had. Way more enthusiastic than I ever imagined, and whether that’s because she likes what I do to her or because she’s turned-on by fucking over her father, I don’t care. All I care about is the way she wiggles under me, the way her nails dig into my back. The way she squeezes that tight little cunt on my dick. God, it’s crazy good.

It’s not sweet sex with her, that’s for damn sure. I wonder what Spada would think if he knew what I was really doing with his daughter. That I fucked her damn near unconscious, and she screamed and liked it. It’d probably give him a coronary if he knew the kind of down-and-dirty, filthy, nasty sex I’m getting up to with his daughter.

So there’s another advantage to Jessica’s plan. We get married and I’ve got free access to that hot little body any time I want. Free rein to work over that tight little cunt, have my way with her after every fight, every morning when I wake up with morning wood…

I break that thought off because my dick’s getting hard in my workout shorts and that could get uncomfortable. Just fighting gets me hard enough—I don’t need the extra stimulation. But yeah, it’s a good thought. Spada would be infuriated. Romano would be infuriated. And it’d be a huge fuck-you to both of them. A nice lead-in to the even bigger fuck-you I plan to deliver after the next fight.

Not a fucking one of them is going to know what hit them.

I grin again, and I can feel on my face that it’s an ugly look. Sucking down the water bottle, I turn back to Paul.

“Another half hour?” I suggest.

He smiles a little. I can tell he’s still wondering what the fuck is up with me. But he says, “Sure,” and we go at it again.

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Finally, fresh out of the shower, aching in all the good ways everywhere in my body, I head out of the gym, giving Paul a wave and a one-armed bro hug on the way. Fleetingly I wonder if I’ll ever see him again after that final fight.

But that’s a pointless thought. Whatever happens will happen, and I’ve finally made a decision. I’ll take Jess up on her deal. If nothing else, I’ll enjoy the last few weeks of my life before her father has his goons beat me to death. Or before I have to go so far underground even Jess won’t be able to find me. It’s not a pleasant thought.

Outside I notice right away that things aren’t right. My car’s right where I left it, but there’s a guy in a dark suit leaning against the driver’s side door. As I head out the door, another couple of suits pace me, one on either side, falling back just a bit so I can’t quite see them. I go immediately on guard. These fuckers really want to tangle with me in the parking lot? I’ll make them regret it.

“McAllister. Nice afternoon, huh?”

Well, shit. It’s Romano. I cut him a glance out of the corner of my eye. Fucker still has a black eye, which gives me a bit of satisfaction. I wish I’d knocked a couple of teeth out. That’s something he would have remembered for a while.

“Yes, it’s quite lovely.” I give him an arch, mocking tone. “Any plans?” And then, before I can stop myself, “Maybe getting together with that fiancée of yours?” I smirk at him.

The sneer fades from Romano’s face, turning to an audible growl, his eyes burning. “Thought we talked about this, Cain. You stay away from her.”

I keep walking toward my car. I’m not going to let him get to me. I have no use for this pile of shit. “That’s up to her, isn’t it, Romano?”

“I said you keep your hands off her, you piece of shit. She’s mine. Spada promised me that. I don’t care what kind of kiss-ass bullshit you’ve pulled to keep yourself right with him, you cross me again and I’ll kill you.”

I stop and turn to face him. I’m all too aware of the other two suits, one behind me at my car, the other flanking Romano. “You and what fucking army?”

“Same army that took care of you last night. This time I’ll be sure they finish the job.”

My eyes narrow, and I take him in. “Because you can’t do it by yourself.” He’s such a fucking waste. Not fit to lick Jessica’s shoes. “Why do you even want her, Carmine? Do you love her? Do you even care jack shit about her?”

He shrugs. “What difference does that make?”

“Makes a lot of difference, the way I see it. You really want to marry a woman who hates you? Who wishes you were somebody else every time you fuck her?”

He takes a taut step forward, one fist clenched around the gun at his waist. “One more word and I’ll kill you.”