Page 5 of One Wild Night

Ryan

2 years later

Two years of pure fuckingtorture. Only being able to look from afar at the one woman I longed to pound my cock into, wasn’t something I ever imagined having to deal with. I wasn’t used to not getting what I wanted, and that tormented me. There was no other way, though. She was strictly off limits, and I was totally fucked!

I stood, slowly inhaling the last of my cigarette. I didn't like to be kept waiting, and Tony knew it. "Sorry, man," he smirked, finally walking out of the Valenti mansion while buttoning up his pants. "Trixie is a little demanding today." The lucky fucker. Trixie was the most desirable woman at the club. Cherries was renowned for its beautiful women, but Tony’s girl was in a class of her own. She’d been making my dick permanently hard for the last two years, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It didn't help that she had killer legs that went on for miles and made me long for her pussy each time I gazed at them. The sight of her breasts made my mouth water, and her fucking incredible, long, wild brown hair...fuck! I fantasized at least three times a day about holding onto it while I fucked her hard from behind.

"Are we going to the fucking club or not?" I snarled.

"You need to get some pussy, Ryan," he snorted. "You can't keep dreaming about what I have."

"I get plenty, thank you." Yeah, I fucked a lot of women, but that didn't stop me from wantingher. Despite the amount of pussy I got, it never seemed to quench my need for Trixie. The fact that I could never have her didn’t stop me from wanting exactly that.

The rest of the boys were already at Cherries, and Tony was quick to get drinks brought over. We had come to talk business, after all. There were plans in the works to hijack a large drug shipment from a rival family tomorrow night, and we needed to prepare.

My job practically fell in my lap just over seven years ago. I had been involved in a street fight that Tony's father, Carlo, had witnessed. I was a fucked up kid with a fucked up past. Not much had changed since then. I could kill with my fists if I wanted to, and almost did on many occasions when I was younger. Carlo liked that in me; he saw a rawness that reminded him of himself and decided to take me in. He quickly became a father figure to me, teaching me the general rules of underground crime and how to fire a gun. I would willingly die to protect him, and served as his number two, under Tony, which I was fucking proud of. I wasn't family, but I knew Carlo trusted me more than some of his own flesh and blood.

"Are we ready?" Carlo asked, taking a seat between Tony and me awhile later.

"Yes," Tony scowled, downing his whiskey. He and his father didn't get along. He wanted Carlo's power, but was too young to understand that that amount of respect only came from experience. He was in too much of a rush to grow up and be the Dom. If he didn't calm down, the idiot was going to get himself killed.

"Ryan, I want you to take the lead on this one." I gaped at Carlo. What the fuck? Me, lead? No fucking way!

"But, Father!" Tony tried to interrupt but Carlo continued.

"You've been ready for some time now. I want to see what you've got." He patted me on the back in a fatherly way. "What do you say?"

"Thank you. I don't know whattosay."

"Go and get a bottle of my favorite bourbon and we'll celebrate," Carlo suggested. Fuck, my dick started twitching as soon as I looked toward the bar. There she was: my untouchable goddess. Trixie was leaning over the bar in a tight, black dress, her legs long and incredible, as always. Her hair was tamed tonight, long and sleek. Shit, I would have given anything to be able to slam into her from behind at that exact moment. I wouldn't give a fuck who would be watching, either.

The closer I got to her, the harder my dick throbbed.

"Good evening, Ryan," Trixie smirked, eyeing me seductively. She was such a fucking flirt and that didn't help matters.

"Hello, Trixie." Her name always rolled off my tongue. I wanted more than her name to roll off my tongue, though. Oh, the things I would do to that woman if I was given half a chance. I'd fuck her raw, leaving dents in her pussy walls from my cock. I was such a dirty fucker, but fuck me, I wanted her.

"You have got to stop looking at me like that," she giggled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Christ, her tits were fucking perfect, and I could see them even better now that her hair wasn't covering them. "It’ll get you into trouble one day."

"I have no idea what you mean." With a crooked smile, I gestured to the bartender for a bottle of bourbon. My grin usually worked on women, making them drop their panties within seconds, but Trixie had always been immune.

"I heard that you're taking the lead tomorrow," she commented, casually sipping her cocktail. I was mesmerized by her deep red lips and subconsciously licked my own.

“News travels fast.”

“Doesn’t it always around here? I swear it’s worse than high school. Just be careful.”

"Be careful, yourself. Anyone that overheard you just now would think you were worried about me," I chuckled, trying to brush off the concern on her face before I moved back to the table.

Carlo, the boys, and I finished off the entire bottle of bourbon while I watched Trixie onstage. She was a dancer, but nothing too seedy. Tony liked to make people think that it was because she was his girl and he wouldn’t allow it, but, from what Carlo told me when he hired her, Trixie was very clear on what she would and wouldn’t do for the job. She was too beautiful for that, anyway. Still, with one sway of her hips, I was always captivated. That was something that would never change.

Tony, the stupid motherfucker, had finally lost it, and the hijacking ended with him taking a bullet in the leg. If I hadn't shot the gunman a split second before he pulled the trigger, Tony would've been pushing up daisies right about now. Why didn’t that fucker ever listen to me? Why couldn’t he let me lead like Carlo wanted? Stupid, dumb, fuckingidiot!

"Oh, God!" Trixie cried while Bennett and I carried Tony into his house. We'd already called the doctor. "What happened?"

"The stupid fucking idiot couldn't follow orders!" I snarled, shoving him down onto the couch in the front room.

"Ihadit!" Tony winced as Trixie wrapped a cloth around his leg and pulled it tight.

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