Page 7 of One Wild Night

"I only do it because I’m hoping one day, if you’re willing, he’ll let me have a night with you to do anything I want," I teased, putting my arms on either side of her head and leaning toward her. She was pinned between me and the wall, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a time I'd ever been that close. Hell, I’d never been that fucking bold before.

"Tony would never agree." Fuck me. Was that disappointment in her eyes?

"I know, but a guy can dream, right?" I sighed, pushing off the wall. I was getting way too aroused just by being so close to her.

"You need to give up on me, Ryan. You had your chance," she muttered. There she went again with her flirtatious ways. It wasn’t true, though. I never had a chance. In those first three weeks when Trixie avoided me like the plague, Tony made his move, and by her agreeing to that first date, my fate was sealed. For the rest of my life, I would long to fuck the one woman I never could.

"Good luck looking after Tony. If you need anything, just call me. I know he can be a whiny bitch." She nodded with a slight smirk as I finally turned and walked away.

The moment I got home, I took a cold shower, hoping to ease my throbbing cock. When that didn’t work, I took matters into my own hands. With images of a sexy dancer flashing through my mind, I found my release in a matter of minutes. I was too keyed up to sleep, but too tired to find someone to come over. Sitting alone on my balcony instead, I checked over my gun and drank whiskey through the night and into the early hours of the next morning. Until Tony fully recovered, I knew I would be running things with Carlo.

“You bought him a fucking Bugatti!?” Tony bellowed as I pulled up in my new baby. She was jet black and purred like a kitten. With an 8.0 liter, quad turbocharged, W16 cylinder engine—the equivalent of two V8 engines bolted together—she was pure fucking perfection. Fuck, I would make love to this car if I could, and I didn’t do the love shit. I wasn’t a goddamn pussy.

“He’s earned it. How does she drive, Ryan?” Carlo called as I eased myself out of the car, stroking the hood with my hand. The feel of her beneath my palm gave me fucking tingles.

“Like a fuckingdream. Thank you, Carlo. You really didn’t have to do this. Fuck, you probably spent way too fucking much!”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I managed to haggle down the price. You know...offer a few favors to the seller. You’re a valuable member of this family, Ryan, and I don’t want you to forget that.”

“You really don’t know what this means to me,” I said, watching closely as Tony became more and more agitated.

“You’ve saved my son on countless occasions. It was time you were rewarded for that.”

“Fuck this shit. I’m taking Trixie out for the day. I almost die, andhegets a fuckingcar!” Throwing a tantrum like a petulant child, Tony stormed back into the mansion, slamming the front door behind him. What was his fucking problem? I mean...the guy had a Lamborghini and a Ferrari for fucks sake.

“Don’t worry about him. I’m glad you like the car, Ryan. I meant what I said. You deserve this.” Carlo patted me on the back before turning and making his way inside, leaving me out front by myself.

I was waxing my baby, getting her ready to show Jamie and Bennett, when Tony and Trixie came out.

“Nice car,” Trixie called as she walked past, giving me a sly smile.

“She’s a little wild to drive, but I think I can tame her,” I murmured suggestively, giving her a wink.

“Come on, Trixie. Don’t give him any more reason to brag about his shiny new toy,” Tony spat, practically dragging her away. She turned slightly, shaking her head at me as he led her toward his Ferrari. The motherfucker needed to get a grip.

“Holy fuck! You weren’t fucking kidding. This isyours?” Bennett walked around my car, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “When do I get to test drive it?”

“Ummm...never. And don’t even think about putting your grubby hands on my baby!” I glared when he got too close. Jamie chuckled from behind me.

Bennett and Jamie were my men. I’d known them since I was a kid, and the moment Carlo gave me a position in his organization all those years ago, I offered them both a job.

Bennett was the brawn of our group. He was built like a damn professional wrestler, but it seemed like the poor guy had a few loose screws upstairs. I always teased him for being a pretty boy, though, because of his blonde hair and blue eyes.

Jamie was the total opposite. He was lean but strong, with mousy brown hair and practically black eyes. He was the smartest motherfucker I knew, but ruthless as hell when he needed to be.

The three of us had been through so fucking much together, and I would do anything for either of them. They always had my back, and I knew I could trust them both with my life.

“Your baby?” Bennett snorted. “I’d rather save that name for something warm blooded and moist.”

“I don’t do nicknames with women. You know that. They’re only good for one thing, anyway.” Jamie and Bennett had always agreed with me on women. “Are you ready to do our rounds?”

“Are we taking your car?” Bennett beamed.

“Hell fucking no. We’ll take the SUV,” I snorted, watching him pout. That fucker wasn’t going anywhere near my baby.

Tony was really taking this grudge to heart. I’d had my Bugatti for over a month now, and the fucker was still moaning about it.

“Can’t you just fucking enjoy a game of craps?” I glared, placing my chips on the table. I wasn’t having much luck tonight, but I couldn’t care fucking less. A few of the men had joined Tony and me for a game in the study. It was our way of winding down after a busy day.

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