Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(103)

“What do you need?” I crossed my arms and stood in front of the desk.

“I saw what you were doing.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What was I doing?”

“The guns. I saw the guns.”

“Why were you following me?”

“I wasn’t. Louisa showed me.”

“Fuck. That girl should learn to mind her own business.”

Kaley looked distraught suddenly. “Why, Vince?”

“It’s war. You know why.”

“But why you?”

I grunted, shaking my head. “The deal was in place before the war started. Arturo decided we were going to use the guns for this instead of trying to flip them.”

“You sell guns?”

I laughed. “Of course I do. And drugs, and *. What the f*ck did you think I do?”

“I knew. I just didn’t want to know.”

“Your family does the same thing.”

“Don’t talk to me about my family,” she snapped. “I know all about them. They’re the ones that want to take my baby away. Our baby.”

“What do you want me to do, Kaley? Throw the guns away?”

“I want you to stop trying to kill my family. I may not be a part of them, but they still raised me.”

“Too late.”

She stood up, clearly angry. “You think there’s no problem with that?”

I grunted again. I had no answer to her question, although I had been thinking about it.

Her people were now my people too, at least in a way. Her baby was half Russian and half Italian. Arturo and them didn’t give a shit about Alexei and Kaley. The only reason they let them stay was because they were a convenient excuse for war. As soon as the war was over, what then?

They couldn’t just have an enemy living in their house. They might kill Kaley’s whole family, and I couldn’t imagine she’d ever give that up.

No, there was no f*cking happy ending here. We were both f*cked from the start. Maybe it took us too long to figure that out, but I was beginning to see the truth. We were both f*cked, and there was no turning back. The Russians wouldn’t have us, and the Italians were going to turn on us sooner or later.

Kaley came around the desk toward me. “You see it too, don’t you?”

“I don’t see shit.”

She stopped in front of me, her f*cking eyes wide, pleading.

“This war is for everyone but us.”

“This war is for me. You started this war too, you know.”

“I never meant for this to happen,” she said softly.

“Your people came at me first. I never asked for that.”

“I know that.”

“Give me a solution to this. Give me a way out that doesn’t involve killing a bunch of your family members.”

She bit her lip, looking away. I could see the pain in her face clear as day. I hated talking to her this way, but it was all the truth. If she wanted this war to end, she was going to need a way to stop it.

But she didn’t have one. We both knew it.

“You have nothing,” I said. “This is happening, Kaley, and you can’t stop it.”

I saw the anger flare up in her face again at that moment. She raised her hand and went to slap me, but I caught her wrist and laughed.

“Hitting me isn’t going to help.”

“Bastard,” she said. “You f*cking bastard.” She struggled, and I had to grab her other wrist. “Stop it. Stop all this. You f*cking bastard.”

“Struggle all you want, princess, but it’s happening.”

“You f*cking bastard.” She was furious, so angry, and she looked so f*cking delicious.

I could feel my cock, hard as f*ck, in my pants. I yanked her hard against me and crushed my mouth against hers.

She struggled for a second, too pissed to do anything, but I held her there.

And finally, she gave in, kissing me back.

I knew she would. She was pissed, I could feel it in her body, and I wasn’t feeling much better.

But she was so f*cking delicious, and her * was all mine. We both knew it. Even if she was angry, she couldn’t resist me, couldn’t stop herself from sucking my cock, from letting me f*ck her until she came, screaming.

I kissed her hard in my office, holding roughly onto her wrists, my cock hard as hell.





27





Kaley





I was so angry.

I couldn’t believe how angry I was. I couldn’t think anymore as I went after Vince. I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, even though I knew I was half his size and he could throw me around the room no problem. I wanted to get him anyway.

He didn’t care about killing my family. All he cared about was his own mob and himself. He was a selfish bastard, and in that moment, I wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting me.

And when he grabbed my wrists, I felt something else inside me mixed up with that anger.

It was lust. Pure, simple lust. My * was soaking wet as he held my wrists, controlling me, pressing me back. I was so angry still, but suddenly all I wanted was to feel his rough lips against mine, to let him f*ck me rough and deep.

And when he kissed me, I thought for a second that he could read my mind. Somehow he knew what I wanted, that I was dripping wet for him, excited beyond belief by his strength and my anger. His kiss was rough and hard and passionate.