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  “Braden, we will get vengeance for your father. You don’t have to do this.” He placed his hands on his hips and stared at me.

  “The District Attorney has to pay for what he did.” I said angrily as the rage ignited. “He knows how it works.”

  “We can’t buy everyone, Braden.” Don Abrami sighed. “Mr. Madison has it out for all five families.”

  “He should be more concerned about his own family. He took my father from me. He might not have been the one who wielded that shank, but he might as well have been. He will feel the pain I feel.” I blinked rapidly to stop the rage from turning my face red.

  “It is your right to punish the man who is responsible for your father’s death, but you don’t have to be the one who kills her.” Don Abrami placed a hand on my shoulder.

  “I want him to know why he mourns for her. I want him to know that his actions have consequences. It has to be me.” I felt my rage continue to boil.

  “Let me do it.” Stefano took a step forward. “Tell me how you want it done, and I’ll paint the city with her blood.”

  “I appreciate the offer, Stefano, but I need this.” I looked at Don Abrami. “You understand, right?”

  “I do…” He nodded. “But, son…”

  “As you said, it is my right.” I shook my head back and forth. “If you tell me not to do it, I’ll respect that, but unless that is why you’re here, I have to go.”

  “The rules are the rules, Braden. A son has the right to seek vengeance for his father’s death, regardless of whether I agree with it or not.” He dropped his hand from my shoulder. “It is our code.”

  “This could start a war.” Stefano said with a sigh.

  “We fight wars every day.” Don Abrami said. “We’ll always fight them. It doesn’t matter if the enemy is one of our own choosing or one who chooses us.”

  “He made the wrong choice.” I walked past them and lit a cigar as I headed towards the garage.

  Despite what they said, I knew they both understood why I had to kill Angela Madison. Her death was the message her father needed to see. He was given an opportunity when he was elected to take his cut and look the other way. Instead, he spoke of bringing down our empire and watching it crumble. My father wasn’t the first one he had locked up, but he seemed to want to make an example of him. In our line of work, prison was a badge of honor, but we expected protection while we were on the inside. The District Attorney had stripped that protection from him and threw him in with the animals where one of them shoved a shank in his stomach. The one who did it had already choked on his own blood. I saw through all of that and I saw the one who was really responsible. He was the one who had to pay the ultimate price.

  “The Grand Ballroom.” I said as I sat down in my seat and looked at Ronald’s phone. It was full of text messages and missed calls from Angela Madison.

  “Right away sir.” My driver cranked the car and started driving towards my destination.

  As we drove, I listened to Angela’s voicemails and read her text messages. There was a certain sense of desperation in them. Ronald had been her little bitch so long she didn’t know how to live without him. It was a waste really; there were plenty of women who would have loved to have someone as sweet and caring as him focused on their every need. What Ronald didn’t realize was that all he had to do was ignore her. Two days without him had turned her into a needy, vulnerable child. Unfortunately, that would be her undoing. Her white knight wouldn’t be there to chase me away the second time I got close to her. I fingered the switchblade in my pocket and smiled. She would feel it inside of her soon enough and she would draw her last breath knowing she was paying for her father’s sins.

  “Right there.” I pointed to the side entrance as my driver got close.

  They didn’t have security posted. Why would they? They were so arrogant they didn’t understand what kind of monster they had unleashed into their world. The party was a glorified hand job for the richest fuckers in the city. The District Attorney thrived on their contributions, yet he wanted to be the one who commanded them. They were so deep in his cunt that they didn’t see they were the ones getting fucked. He would take their money, get reelected, and then give them favors that weren’t worth half of what they paid to get him office. His predecessor had been a lot smarter and he had taken our money when we offered it. He knew the law degree on his wall and the fancy chair he sat in wasn’t worth anything if they were covered in blood. District Attorney Madison would have to learn that New York City belonged to us and he couldn’t even protect his own family, much less his city.

  “There she is…” I muttered to myself as I locked my eyes on her for a moment and then disappeared into the crowd.

  Her ignorance was almost cute. She thought that she was being sly by sneaking to the bar and disappearing behind a pillar to swallow her champagne. Nobody paid her any attention except for an old fucker who eventually worked up the courage to pull her onto the dance floor. He was smart enough to ignore her when she first tried to get his attention, and she practically threw herself at him to get a dance. I was sure he had bedded a hundred princesses like her, but he was smart enough not to turn her into a victim. That could have been catastrophic for whatever favor he asked for when he slipped her father a check. I kept my eyes locked on her, always away from her glance. All I needed was a moment, and that moment came when I saw her sneaking up the stairs once her father and mother were deep in conversation with faces in the crowd. I recognized one of the women who flirted with her father; her face was on billboards, begging for someone to call after they had a car accident.

  “Excuse me.” I said with a smile as I pushed past the two people standing at the base of the stairs and followed Angela into the darkness.

  The object of my desecration was in front of me. I fiddled with the knife in my pocket as she lit her cigarette and drew the smoke into her lungs. I could tell by her body language and nervous glances that she didn’t want anyone to know she was smoking. Her long blonde hair fell like a waterfall of transcendence on her shoulders. Her crimson lips set against her pale face made her look absolutely ravishing. Each nervous glance caused her emerald eyes to glimmer in the light which poured in from the window. She was absolutely gorgeous. My cock got hard in my pants just staring at her and I had to pause in my step as I quietly approached the top of the stairs. It had been a long time since I had looked on a woman and actually felt something. Usually, it was lust that drove my cock, but revenge seemed to be gaining traction against the suit I had chosen for the occasion.

  “She’ll make a pretty corpse.” I said to myself as I picked up my pace in order to get her attention.

  Instead of my switchblade, I reached past it and pulled out my father’s lighter. It was engraved with our family’s seal, one that was anointed by Don Abrami. Taking her life would have been easy at that point, but my cock wanted a taste of her. What better way to ensure her father felt grief than to find his daughter’s fucked corpse bleeding on the floor? I walked through the shadows as she furiously waved her arms in the air to dissipate the cloud of nicotine she had created. I could definitely think of something a lot healthier for her to wrap those crimson lips around. I curled my lips into a smile as she tried to pierce the darkness with her eyes.

  “I wondered where you ran off to.” I said as I finally emerged from the darkness and locked my gaze on her.

  Chapter 5: Angela

  The man in front of me was little more than a stranger, but there was something that drew me to him. He seemed to have a craving in his eyes and they didn’t want to budge from me. I knew it was stupid to let him move closer, but I didn’t react when he stubbed out his cigar on the windowsill and took a step back. He circled me and continued to stare. I felt like I had been hypnotized. My body was screaming yes and no at the same time; my brain couldn’t figure out which direction I should go. I usually required at least a first date before I let a man get that close to me, but as my cigarette was pushed ou
t beneath my shoe, he pressed me against the wall. His body was against mine and his breath was inches from my lips. There was a storm brewing inside of me, and it had been such a long time. He reached out and slipped his finger into the fabric of my dress.

  “You’re so damn gorgeous.” He said as he slid it towards the edge of my shoulder.

  “Who are you?” I asked in confusion as my breath got heavier.

  “I’m the man who is going to fuck you.” He wrapped a hand around my back.

  I gave in, or I guess I should say I just didn’t put up a fight. His lips touched mine and it was like a static shock of passion was ignited as he continued to push my dress off of my shoulder. It was wrong; I knew it was wrong—but I just didn’t want him to stop. He had been watching me all night. His eyes were the ones that had been staring at me every time I scanned the crowd; the steel colored gaze I couldn’t escape. I melted into his arms, becoming the kind of woman I ridiculed, the ones who eagerly took the steps on their walk of shame. His lips smeared my crimson lipstick, but he didn’t stop. His hips were so close I could feel his cock pressing against me. It was already throbbing with his desire. I could feel my panties getting wet, my own body betraying me as he slid my dress off of my other shoulder. His lips descended down my neck and I let my hair fall back, completely enthralled by the mysterious stranger who had pursued me.

  “This is wrong…” I whispered as I kissed his strong cheekbone, moving towards his ear.

  “No it isn’t.” He said as he held me tighter. “You’re right where you belong.”

  “I don’t even know you.” His lips moved back to my grazing them as his tongue slid across my jaw line and he placed a kiss on my ear, sending chill bumps through my body.

  “You know all you need to know.” He whispered as both hand slid behind my back and started to slide my dress towards the floor.

  “Do I?” I wasn’t so sure, but felt my body succumbing.

  The fact I knew it was so wrong just made me want him even more. I could hear the music from the Grand Ballroom playing downstairs. It was loud enough to conceal any noise that we made. His calloused hands started to slide across my back as his feet trampled my dress while he kissed me. He unsnapped my bra and it fell down my arms. I dropped them and it fell to the floor. His mouth seemed to be everywhere, kissing pleasure points I didn’t even realize I had. His fingers dug into the waistband of my panties and then he was between my legs, his fingers exploring my wetness. The surge of pleasure he brought made me even more confused, but as one of his meaty fingers circled my clitoris, I found myself letting go of all doubt. I knew I wasn’t going to stop him; I knew he was going to fuck me.

  “You know what you want, Angela.” He slid a finger down my labia and another finger started to penetrate my vaginal cavity.

  “Oh god…” I whispered and I found myself pushing his jacket off of his shoulders. I tugged on his tie, pulling it free from his neck.

  He dug his finger harshly into my pussy. I was so used to sweet and tender love that I wasn’t expecting his roughness. Even the timid boys who wanted me so bad they barely got their cock inside of me before they came treated me like a fragile flower. He pushed me against the wall even harder, quickly pushing his finger in and out of my wetness. He moved back to my clitoris, swirling my own lubrication against it before he pushed my panties to the floor. In one motion, he lifted me out of the crumbled heap of clothes, and slammed me against the wall. If I wasn’t so blinded by lust, I would have protested as the edge of the window crashed into my shoulder. It would definitely leave a mark. Instead of crying out with pain, I simply moaned with pleasure and tugged his unbuttoned shirt from his pants. My fingers started to unfasten his belt and his lips were on my neck again.

  “Where the hell did you come from?” I asked as my whole body tingled.

  “Stop asking question.” He said with a forceful tone.

  “Okay…” I whispered as he took my ear in his teeth and tickled it with his tongue.

  What questions could I really ask? Even if he gave me an answer, I couldn’t stop myself. His pants slid to the floor and his boxers were next. My hand wrapped around his cock and I stroked it as my eyes finally got a good view of his naked body. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and back. They seemed to be intertwined into some sort of diagram, like a pattern trying to tell the story of his life. The forearm that held the back of my neck had a long barreled rifle of some sort, and there was an American flag on his shoulder. As his cock continued to swell, I was amazed at the size. It was easily the largest one I had ever held in my hand. He slid a hand behind my ass and lifted my leg by the thigh, breaking my grasp as he slid himself between my legs and pressed it against my pussy. A second later, I was impaled on his manhood, my eyes wide with shock. He felt so good and when he began to rapidly withdraw and slam into me, I had to close my eyes from the intense pleasure that radiated from each impact. My back lifted up and slid down the rough wall every time he thrust himself inside of me.

  “My god…” He said with a hurried breath. “You feel amazing…”

  It sounded like the first honest thing he had said to me, the first comment not veiled with mystery. Who he wasn’t didn’t matter—not at that point. I reveled in every deep thrust, missing him for the brief instant he withdrew, then finding that same feeling again when he buried himself up inside of me. I knew I would be a battered mess when he was done pounding me against the wall, but the bruises would be felt later—what mattered in that moment was the thrill igniting within me each time I felt the next thrust. One of my hands rested on his shoulder and the other rested on his ribs. He was well built, like he was carved from a statue by an artist’s hammer. I could feel his muscles tense each time he moved his whole body forward, lifting my smaller frame as if I was as light as a feather. His thrusts were so powerful he kept me pressed against the wall, my feet dangling and touching the floor for a brief instant before I was lifted towards the heavens again.

  “I’m gonna cum…” I said louder than I intended, but my heart was beating so hard I barely heard it.

  Feeling my body ignite with an orgasm while he was still pounding away, unsatisfied and still clinging to his desire was unusual for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I actually had a full blown orgasm with a cock inside of me. My legs quivered as the feeling surged from my pelvis and resonated in my vaginal cavity. My pussy tightened and tensed, nearly trapping his cock within, but he didn’t slow down at all. I went weak against him as my whole body convulsed. I stayed suspended there on his cock as he continued to thrust himself in and out of my pussy. Instead of stopping, his cock seemed to get even hungrier, guided to a faster pace by the result of my orgasm. Before I knew what was happening, my body was once again trembling and another orgasm was rushing out of me. The second was even more powerful than the first and it weakened me to the point that I was limp and my arms fell away from his body.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked as he gritted his teeth and slammed into me harder. “Already done?”

  I couldn’t even respond with words. My breath was so fast I was practically hyperventilating as his ravenous cock demanded more from me. I began to feel the effects of being slammed into the wall and the edge of the window. My shoulder ached, my back was throbbing, but my body instantly ignored all of that pain as I felt another orgasm building up inside of me. His cock seemed to swell even larger, and his thrusts got more erratic. His breath almost matched mine and then he slammed into me hard, holding me against the wall. He practically exploded inside of me, sending me over the edge one final time. The warmness filled me as he finally achieved his satisfaction. He drove himself into my pussy several more times until the last drop was drained and then he let me slump to the floor, tilting me before I fell so that I landed on my clothes. He hit his knees and stared at me as I struggled to draw oxygen from the air.

  “You’re a demon…” I said as my fingers fumbled with my purse, rapidly searching for a cigarette to calm my frayed ne
rves.

  “You have no idea.” He leveled his gaze on me.

  Even with my body taken to a point it had never been taken before, something still didn’t feel right about Braden. He fucked me like a man who hadn’t been with a woman in years, yet I could tell by his chiseled frame that he could have had any woman dancing the night away at the party underneath us. I guessed from his tattoos that he was either a soldier or a patriot. How ridiculous was it that in my afterglow, I thought about Ronald? I wondered what he would say if he was standing across the room, watching me give myself to a man he had already said I should stay away from. Unfortunately, there was no turning back. I had already fucked a man I knew nothing about, and it had been absolutely wonderful. I leaned on the dress which was now the only thing between me and the cold floor.

  “Well?” I asked as I lifted my cigarette to my lips. “Are you going to light it for me?”

  He reached for his pants, never taking his eyes off of me. His fingers dug into his pocket, fumbling around for a moment. Apparently, he was feeling as clumsy as I was. For a moment, I felt panic when footsteps pounded on the staircase. His eyes finally broke there gaze with me as he stared into the darkness, waiting to see if anyone ascended the stairs. There would be no way to hide what we had done. If our sweat covered bodies weren’t evidence enough, his cock was still dripping wet and slightly swollen on top of his balls. I pulled my dress up to cover my body the best that I could, but he made no effort to hide. Thankfully, the footsteps receded before they reached the top of the stair. I looked back at him and he dug into his pocket again. I saw a shimmer of metal and pressed the cigarette between my lips as I leaned towards him.

  Chapter 6: Braden

  I wasn’t supposed to feel anything; I never felt anything when I fucked outside of the dim pleasure the moment brought. I lifted the switchblade in my pocket. All I had to do was remove it, flick my wrist, and her crimson lipstick smear would be covered with blood. Her father would see his daughter, naked, lying in a pool of blood. I knew it would be enough to break him and make him feel the same grief I felt when my father was murdered. I sighed as I dropped the switchblade and instead withdrew my lighter, bringing the tip of the flame to her cigarette. I wasn’t the type to cuddle or linger. She fell back onto her dress and smoked as I started to put my clothes back on. When my pants were around my waist again, I felt the switchblade pressing against my leg. No, I couldn’t do that. The footsteps on the stairs had gotten too close. The next set might not stop before they reached the top.