Antonio
My back was sore from where Massimo had thrown me into the back of the van. The boys had enjoyed manhandling me a bit too much, and I’d have words with them when all this was said and done. Jimmy was driving the van like a crazy man, and I had to stop myself from grinning. He’d been opposed to the plan at first, but once he realized I’d been serious, he’d set it up into action.
Giovanni had been waiting outside Callie’s dorm since the night before and had followed the girls to breakfast and then an art store. When he’d seen them leaving, he’d contacted Jimmy, and the van had made its way down the street and stopped. Initially, the plan had been to take Callie back to the mansion, where I’d lock her up, but Jimmy had had the brilliant idea to pretend I’d also been kidnapped. That way, she’d open up to me more. Trust me. Fall in love with me. She’d be a hot mess when we finally released her. She’d run back to her father, a broken hot mess. Or maybe she’d never speak to him again. That would hurt him more—the physical loss of his daughter. Sure, we could have killed her. That would have been an immediate loss. But I didn’t take innocent lives. And certainly never hers.
“Are you okay?” she asked, touching me on the shoulder lightly. “You’ve been groaning a lot. What did his men do to you?”
“Beat me up.” I grunted as I shifted on the bed of the van we’d rented that morning. “Can you help take this burlap bag off my face?” I almost begged. I was starting to lose access to oxygen. “They tied my hands up.”
“Sit still,” she said as she shifted. She grabbed hold of my shoulders as the van spun around another corner. Her body felt soft and warm against me, her breasts were pressed against my back, and I could feel myself hardening. “Ugh, whoever is driving this van should not have a license.”
“Maybe they don’t,” I said, laughing. “Tommasso isn’t known for following the law.”
“Why would he kidnap us?” She sounded confused. “You, I get.”
“Really?”
“You were an ass…” she mumbled as she lifted the bag off my head. “I get why he would wanna make you pay.”
“And I suppose he wants to make you pay ’cause you’re my gal.” I blinked in the darkness, my eyes trying to find her face.
“I’m not your gal,” she said quickly and distastefully.
“That’s what he thinks, though.”
“Well, he’s mistaken,” she said, annoyed. “Serena can have you… Oh wait, she already did.”
“Jealous.” I laughed slightly. “Can you untie the rope around my wrists?”
“Isn’t rope your specialty?” she said sarcastically, and I leaned my head back and laughed loudly.
“Yes, and once you remove this piece from around my wrists, I’d be very happy to show you some basic shibari knots.” My voice was hoarse and seductive. “In fact, if you want, I can try and help you forget we’re in the back of a van.”
“And how would you do that?” she asked as her fingers nervously attempted to untie the hangman knot Jimmy had tied around my wrists.
“Two ways.” I could smell her delicate scent in my nostrils and imagined tasting her sweetness on my lips. “You could bounce up and down on my—”
“Whatever,” she cut me off. “Is that all you think about, Antonio?”
“Don’t you mean is that all you can think about?”
“I can honestly say I’ve never thought about doing that… with you.” There was a squeak to her voice that made me laugh. “What’s so funny, Antonio? You think this situation is something to laugh about?” She sounded scared now.
“It’s going to be okay, Callie. I won’t let anything happen to you.” We sat in silence for a few moments as she played with the rope and finally undid my wrists. I shook them and pressed my lips together to stop myself from commenting that I could have gotten my wrists undone in less than ten seconds. She didn’t need to know that. I reached up and put my arm around her shoulder. I wanted to be comforting without being sketchy; the last thing I needed or wanted was for her to cause even more of a commotion. I needed her to know or at least think I was on her side.
“Why are you touching me?” Her voice was cold as ice, and I was glad she couldn’t see the surprise on my face. Given the situation that we found ourselves in, I assumed she would be a little more welcoming.
“I was just—”
“Just what?” she cut me off and then sighed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to have an attitude. I just don’t understand what’s going on. Like, have we been kidnapped? Or is this some sort of bad dream like the time I dreamed I was in the Amazon and ten snakes were all staring at me and getting ready to eat me and…” Her voice trailed off, and she was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry, I always mumble when I’m nervous and scared.”
“I know,” I said softly. “I’ve met you before, remember?”
“Yeah, I kinda do,” she said sarcastically. “I mean it would be kinda hard to forget you.”
“Why’s that?” I could hear my grin even in the darkness. “Because I’m so handsome and brooding.”
“Never said you were handsome.”
“You never said I wasn’t, either.”
“You’re all right.”
“I was all right enough to slide on in there…” I whispered into the now-stuffy air at the back of the van.
“Slide on in where?” she asked sharply and then gasped. I knew she was blushing then, and I loved it.
“Fuck, my cock still feels how wet you were as I made my way inside of you, where no man had ever been before.”
“You don’t know that,” she said quickly. “What if I’d been lying? What if you were the tenth man I’d fucked? And if I’m quite honest, you weren’t even in the top five of all the men I’ve been with.”
“Ha,” I snorted at her comments. “You forget the blood that was on my cock and on the sheets,” I growled and grabbed hold of her, shifting her onto my lap. “You forget the way your lips trembled, and your eyes widened as I made myself go deeper and deeper inside of you. You were nervous I wouldn’t fit.” My hand slid around her waist, and my fingers touched the flesh of her stomach. Her top must have ridden up in the commotion. I pressed my lips against her neck and brushed her hair away from her ear. “Do you remember how you cried out as I thrust in and out of you?” I groaned as I moved her back and forth on my lap. The car ride was bumpy, so every so often, her ass tugged just right on my hardening cock. I could hear her breathing deeper now. I knew she had to feel me underneath her.
“I remember you slamming into me.” Her voice was high, and she moaned slightly as I slid my fingers inside her shirt and over her bra. “If you were so sure I was a virgin, why weren’t you more gentle?”
“I was gentle as fuck with you, Callie,” I growled at her words. “I’m not a beast.”
“Just a wolf?” she said softly. “Taking what you want without any care as to the other person.”
“I cared about how it felt for you, Callie. I wanted it to be sweet, soft, gentle. I wanted you to orgasm. I knew there would be some pain, but I wanted the pleasure to be worth it. Are you telling me that the pleasure wasn’t worth it? Are you telling me you regret me being your first?” My voice was gruff now, angry. I could feel my fingers digging into her skin.
“Do I regret you being my first?” She twisted her head to the side. “What do you think, Antonio? It’s not like we had a love connection. You used me. You—”
“I didn’t take your virginity for revenge. I took it because I wanted you. I needed you.” My voice was hoarse, and I was feeling feverish being around her. Callie had the uncanny ability to make me second-guess myself, and I hated it. I hated caring what she felt about me. I hated thinking I’d hurt her.
“Needed what?” she asked, spinning around. She tried to back off of me, but I held her in place. “This isn’t comfortable,” she said, pulling away.
“Then spread your legs around me,” I commanded, pushing her legs open and pulling her up on me so that she was now straddling me.
“Totally inappropriate, Antonio.”
“I’m not an appropriate man or haven’t you heard?”
“I heard you’re a jerk.”
“Who you been talking to?” I burst out laughing, even as my body stiffened. Her face was even closer to mine now, and I could make out the silhouette of her jawline, even in the dark.
“Everyone,” she said, and I could see her lifting her chin in the air. She shifted slightly, and I wasn’t sure if she realized it, but she was now directly on my cock, and every small move she made was turning me on more and more. “Who do you think took us?” she asked, sounding scared. The van picked up speed, and I held on to her tightly. “And where do you think they are taking us?”
“I have no idea who took us.” I was angry. “I have many enemies. Jimmy told me another Mafia boss, Nico Di Lorenzo, is trying to move into New York, so maybe him.”
“But why would he give a shit about me?” She sounded flustered. “I’m no one. Who cares about me?”
“Many people saw you at the ball… and Tommasso Romano witnessed you leaving that day…” I pressed my lips against her forehead. “Unfortunately, you’re involved in this world whether you like it or not.”
“Thanks so much, Antonio.” Her voice was saccharine. “It’s been such a pleasure knowing you.”
“And being loved by me…” I could feel her body freezing at my words. “And being made loved to by me is what I meant to say,” I corrected myself quickly, and she hissed something that sounded like “jackass” under her breath.
“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” I rubbed the sides of her face. “I never wanted to put you in harm’s way. I never wanted anything bad to happen to you. I didn’t see this happening, Callie. You’re too good for this world.”
“Do you mean that?” She shifted and looked up at me. Her voice sounded awed. “Do you really mean that?”
“Of course,” I said. “I wouldn’t lie to you… again.” I paused as she laughed, the girlish sound making my heart flip suddenly. “You don’t believe me?”
“I want to believe you, but I just don’t know if I’m being too fanciful.” Her voice was wistful as she reached up and touched me on the side of the face. “I do understand why you lied to me, Antonio. I do understand why you wanted revenge on my dad. If the roles were reversed, I would have felt the same. In fact, I…” Her voice trailed off suddenly as the van spun around a corner and then suddenly stopped. Our bodies went rolling and crashed into the side of the van. Doors opened and slammed closed. We heard a few shots, and I could feel Callie burying her face into my shoulder, a whimpering sound coming from her throat. The sound turned me on even more, and I shifted my body on top of her to protect her and hold her down. “Stay there,” I whispered. “If they open the van doors and start shooting, I want to be the one that takes the bullet.”
“What?” She sounded scared. “Do you really think they’ll do that? That’s not humane… That’s cruel, and—”
“We’re Mafia, Callie. We’re cruelness incarnate.” My voice was throaty as I realized how true my words were. “We used to have a code in our world. We didn’t look at, threaten, or do anything to wives or children. But maybe we don’t care about our customs anymore. We’re in a different world now. It’s eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Fuck or be fucked.”
“So I guess I’m the one that got fucked.” She attempted to make a joke. “I mean, I did literally get fucked. And now I’m getting fucked in another way.”
“You do like to use the word fucked, don’t you?” I heard a loud bang and pressed my hand against her mouth. “Shh,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to see if I hear their voices. If I recognize a voice, I’ll know who organized this whole thing.” I pressed my ear against the side of the van, but it was too hard to hear anything.
“So you really think it’s this Nico guy?” she asked me softly after a few minutes, then gasped suddenly. “Did you say Nico Di Lorenzo?” The words came out in a rush, and I frowned as I crawled back toward her.
“Yes, and why?”
“Does he have a younger brother…” She sounded breathless. “I can’t remember his name, but does he have a younger brother?”
“Yes.” I was feeling tense now. “Why?”
“No reason.” She sounded dazed, and I could feel the brain cells in my head racing.
“Do you know either of them?” I asked, deceptively calm. If she knew the Di Lorenzos, then this was going to take a very interesting turn.
“No,” she said quickly. “I just heard their names recently, that’s all.”
“How did you hear about them?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled, and I frowned at her words. Who the hell had talked to her about Nico? If she thought I was a wolf and a horrible guy, she had no clue. Nico was known as the King of Sinners in our world. There was not a nice bone in his body. And yet he looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. And that was part of his charm.
“Was it Valentina?” Had she double-crossed me? I wouldn’t be shocked. She wasn’t loyal to anyone but herself. She was like the black widow, beautiful and deadly.
“I thought you called her Vee?” Callie sounded annoyed.
“I do, but you call her Valentina.”
“I haven’t seen her. I don’t know where she is.” Callie paused and took a deep breath. “And if I did see her, we wouldn’t be having a conversation. I’d be slapping the shit out of her.”
“That’s my girl.” I chuckled, and she made a sound.
“I’m not your girl.”
“You’re being awfully hot and cold, Callie.” I touched the side of her head and lowered my voice. “Can we please just call a truce? At least until we get out of here.”
“If we get out of here.” She sounded nervous. “I’m starting to feel hot and dehydrated, and I need water and fresh air and…” Her voice trailed off, and she sighed. “Are we going to die in here?”
“I don’t think so.” I jumped up, headed to the back of the van and started banging to see if I could figure out a way to open it. “Fuck it, why don’t they have emergency levers in these vans?”
“I’m sure they do.” Her voice was super low energy now. “But they weren’t stupid enough to leave it active in the back of the van.”
“That would have been stupid.” I made my way back to her. “I can’t get it open.”
“We’re going to run out of oxygen.” She sounded nervous. “I didn’t see this on my this is how you’re going to die list at all.”
“I’m sorry, Callie. I really didn’t want for everything to go this way.”
“I know.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “I’m sure it’s not what you would have wanted at all.”
I was grateful for her words and touched by them. It seemed like Callie was mellowing out a little bit. Maybe it was because she thought she was going to die because she was compassionate, but I could tell she wasn’t as antagonistic toward me as before. I sat back against the wall of the van and undid my shirt. She was right; it was starting to feel really hot in the back of the van. There was no ventilation whatsoever, and whatever had been stored in here previously had a distinctly musky smell that wasn’t very pleasant.
“So is there anything you’d want to say or do one more time before you die?” I asked her softly, wondering what she was thinking as we sat there waiting to see what was going to happen next.
“Yes,” she squeaked out and then moved closer to me. She leaned back against the wall as well and pressed her legs against mine. “It’s so hot,” she murmured, and I felt her arms moving next to me. “I need to take off my top.”
“Ooh, good idea,” I said as I undid the buttons of my shirt and threw it into the truck. I heard the sound of Callie’s top hitting the ground next to me as well. My heart was starting to thud now. Had she taken off her bra as well? “So, what is it that you’d say or do if this was the end?” I asked her as I pulled my shoes off.
“Aside from taking off my jeans?” she said as she shimmied next to me. My mouth went dry as I realized she was taking off her pants.
“That’s a good idea,” I said as I undid my pants and pulled them off. I was not sitting in the van in a pair of socks and boxers. I felt like a fool still wearing my socks, so I took them off as well. I was now sitting there in just my boxers, and my cock was as hard as a piece of granite.
“That feels slightly better,” she said, and I felt her naked, silky thigh pressed against my hairy one. Had she taken her panties off? Was she even wearing panties?
“I’m glad you’re a bit more comfortable.” I cleared my throat. “So you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Which question?” she asked softly as her finger ran up and down my thigh.
“What do you want to do before you die?”
“Make love one more time,” she said huskily, her voice breathy. Her fingers left my thigh, and I heard a slight scratching noise. “What do you think of that?” she asked and then dropped her bra into my lap. I shifted as my cock strained against the tight material. “Don’t get me wrong, I still hate you, but if I’m—”
“Shh.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned over and pulled her to me, my lips crashing into hers as her breasts crushed into my chest. She moaned against my lips as my fingers slid down her arms and past her breasts to her waist. She inhaled as my fingers searched farther downward. I had to know if she had any panties on. I was slightly disappointed to feel the soft cotton material between her legs, but as a finger slipped inside the material and rubbed her, I growled in excitement. She was wetter than the Hoover Dam. She was horny and ready to go just like me. The impromptu little lap dance had turned her on as much as me, and I loved it.
“So are you saying you want me to—”
“Fuck me, Antonio,” she whispered into my ear before biting down into my neck. “Fuck me, and make me yours again.” The words drove me crazier than I thought possible, and I yanked her panties off in one quick tug. The cotton was no match for my strength. She gasped as I pushed her down on her back, and I kissed my way down her body toward her eager pussy. My fingers played with her nipples as I made my way down. I was hungry and thirsty, and there was nothing I wanted more than to feast on Callie’s body. She was whimpering loudly as I parted her legs, and I felt her fingers on my shoulder as my tongue dipped into her sweetness.
“Oh yes, Antonio, please, please, take me!” she cried out, and all of my previous confidence flooded back to me. I was Antonio “the wolf” Marchesi. I was the man every woman wanted. And just as I’d predicted, little lamb Callie was back in my grasp. And I was going to enjoy every last second of making her mine. I was going to make her forget her name.