“Find out what you can about Twister and Helena’s relationship. I need to know if she’ll hurt him.” Tank chuckles at my request.
“Hell, Prez, he’s in love with her. Always has been. Of course, she’s gonna hurt him. Love fucking always does.” I hang up on him, laughing and frowning.
“Everything alright?” I look up at Haven and shake my head.
“Not even a little.”
18
VINCENZO
Ipace the alley outside her place and give myself a pep talk. I’m here as the Vice President of the Royal Bastards. I have a job to do. I’m not here to catch up with my high school crush, who is supposed to be dead. A woman who has been to hell and back, taking the name as a badge of honor and wearing it proudly.
A woman selling drugs in our neighborhoods and secretly healing those who ask for it.
Is she the devil in disguise or an avenging angel? Semantics, I guess.
“You look like a man with the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Her voice comes out of the shadows, and I curse, knowing my time is now up.
“How long have you been watching me?” I can just make out her smile as she moves closer.
“Since your bike turned off Broad St., why are you here, Enzo?” She finally steps into the sunlight, and my mouth goes dry.
She’s in a low-cut, tight white dress that hugs every fucking curve that God gave her. It’s short, something to mid-thigh, andher legs are bare, smooth, and lead to sky-high heels that look like they could double as weapons if she needed them to.
“Got a foot fetish I should know about? These are Louboutins.” She lifts her right foot, showing the classic red bottoms.
The same color as her lips.
“No, I meant how long have you been keeping tags on me? I’ve spent years wondering if you were really dead since there was never a body found. I can’t tell you how many times I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise like I was being watched. The numerous times I thought I saw you out of the corner of my eye like some fucked up fantasy ghost that I prayed to God to bring to life.” I’ve advanced on her and moved us back into the shadows of the alley until her back hits the brick wall of the building she’s been hiding in for who knows how long.
“Long enough.” Her words snap something inside my chest.
The dam overflows, and I lose my fucking mind, grabbing her face in my hands.
“I can’t love a ghost. You aren’t real. You’ve been dead for fifteen fucking years!” Her eyes search mine as I hold her face still, so close I can practically taste her lips.
“Five years. I’ve had you followed for your safety. I could let them take you from me again.” I slam my lips on hers and push her up against the wall so I can grab her thighs and bring them up over my hips.
“I should hate,” I kiss down her neck to her exposed cleavage.
“Hate me later, fuck me now.” I reach under her dress and find her bare.
“Fuck,” I unzip my jeans, fumbling to grab my cock and free it, and slam inside her.
“Gods!” She grabs my shoulders and arches her back to take me deeper.
“Move, Enzo.” She tries to bounce, but I hold her steady.
I peer into her eyes.
“No, I’ll fuck you like I want, and you’ll take it. You don’t run shit here. With me, I’m in charge.” I pull out and slam back in.
I move my arm up under her shoulder blades so that I can buffer her back from the rough wall. I use the position as leverage to move her up and down my cock. I take a fistful of her hair and yank it, so her neck and breast are right at mouth level.
I bite, lick, and suck as I roughly take her against the wall in this dirty alley. I’m fucking her like a dirty secret, and she’s loving every fucking second of it. Her moans are echoing through the alley, and she’s soaking me and my jeans. And I fucking hate it.
This isn’t how our first time was supposed to be.
