Page 8 of The #2 Guy

Ignoring the light switch, I creep deeper into the maze of underground tunnels. “Miss me, baby?” I taunt into the stillness of the dark. “I hear your fear sweetheart. Did you think I was dead? That my own mob did me in for what you did?”

Christine is a fox. Literally and mentally. I’m sure my presence is throwing her for one hell of a loop. She thought I was dead. Just like I thought she was. I know it.

“Come out little minx. You have ten seconds to crawl on your knees to me.”

“I’ll never get on my knees for you.” Her throaty response comes from the shadows. A smirk plays across my lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, one of your best positions was on your knees. Or have you forgotten the taste of my thick cock between your lips so soon?” I try to fight it, but even speaking of it out loud gives me a semi. Christine was the best I’ve ever had. And I had plenty. Too bad she was a snitch, a Fed who wasn’t after my dick or heart. She was only after my downfall.

“Scared, little double agent? You think you could play a Lamatti and get away with it?”

“You’re too stupid to fear.”

Now my back’s up. I know I’m not the brightest candle on the mantle. Never was. I sucked at math and science but excelled at killing and getting it on. Doesn’t mean I’m not a bit sensitive about being called dumb though. “The way I see it is you have two choices here, Christine. Come with me and be my pet or stay here and let Roque finish what he always wanted. He only kept you alive for me. But if you aren’t good for what you were always good for...,” I break off, shrugging in the dark.

“You’re a killer. A criminal. Bringing you down was justice.”

“Oh yeah? That’s funny, babe. Because the only word that rang in my ear as my big cock rammed ya’ good was ‘god.’ Not thug or killer.”

“What can I say? I’m a good actress.”

“Liar.” The word rolls of my tongue like smooth silk. “I felt you come all around my thick dick, babe. The ecstasy I gave you was no lie.”

“Can I help it if I came to the thought of you locked up? That shit turned me on.”

Squinting, I make out her shadow slowly coming from the dark. I rush forward jerking her by the hair. “I said on your knees. Once, I treated you like a princess but now you’re just my fallen queen.”

My hands shake as they move through the silky strands of her dark hair. Her eyes burn with hate as they glare up at me, but I don’t care. It’s a miracle she’s alive, here in the flesh for me to have and hold again. I’ll never let her go again. Even if that means holding her captive for the rest of our lives. Everyone thinks she’s dead anyway. She’s mine to keep.Forever.Every thought I had about making her bleed, smash her heart to pieces goes up in smoke. I don’t want her hate when I still crave her love.

I grab her by the elbow, jerking her upright. “Are you coming with me? Or staying in this dank basement? Your choice.”

She grumbles a few curses but follows me through the tunnels toward the stairs. I pause on the bottom step, turning to jerk her against my body. “You want out? I’ll take you back to the light… for a kiss.” I purse my lips playfully, feeling my heart and cock jump at the smell of her skin so close to mine.

She leans in with lips a breath away from mine, “You haven’t changed at all, have, you? You’d die for pleasure, wouldn’t you?” She’s quick. My eyes are hooded, half-shut, anticipating the feel of her tongue dueling with mine. Her hands go for the spare gun tucked behind the waistband of my pants. I move fast, pinning her against the drywall, with my gun still in my left hand, I grab her wrists with my right, slamming my hips into hers.

“I’ll have you bent over and begging by sundown,” I smirk, letting my lips hover above hers. It takes everything I have not to succumb to the desire to take her mouth.

“Never. I never wanted you. It was all an act. All I wanted was you locked up for life.”

Anger heats my blood. She’s lying. She has to be because there’s no way I’ve been burning for a bitch who never wanted me back. “Maybe it started out that way,” I trace a finger down her clenched cheek, “But you and I both know we were explosive in the sack.”

She has the audacity to laugh. “You haven’t changed at all. Have you? You’re still the same old Johnny good for nothing but killing and fucking. Not much else up in that thick skull of yours. Maybe it’s not your fault, when you have such a low I.Q. what else could you have done with your life?”

Her words cut deep. I know I’m a bit of a wild cannon, the guy with the bad jokes, loud laugh, and grubby hands. But I’m loyal to the core. I’m no snitch and I’m good at both the killing and the fucking. I was born with bad ADHD and had a learning disability. Reading gave me a headache. All the letters swam on the page. Forget math. But I had a way with the ladies, my easy nature when I was chilling at the club combined with my beefy hands and muscles never caused one to complain. But then again, Christine was different. She seemed classier than the rest. She’s slim with a delicate nose and dainty hands but underneath all her femininity the woman was a viper. She bit my heart and left her poison to ruin me. Now it’s my turn to make her feel the pain. Turning away from her smug face, I jerk her by the elbow, pushing her up the stairs in front of me. She hesitates at the top step, so I help her along by firmly placing my hand on that ass, pushing her forward.

“Hey!” She snarls, trying to bat me away.

“You wanna stay down here in the dark?” I hiss, biting her ear. Her spine stiffens. Her head hangs in sweet defeat. “That’s what I thought.” My husky laugh moves a few silky strands of her hair. She jerks her arm free, blinking madly as her eyes adjust to daylight streaming in through the windows of the main bar room. I can’t help my smirk. Rog is still playing possum, laying on a broken table. Christine’s gasp has me turning my head. Roque’s eyes are cold chips of ice as he points his gun at me. “You’d betray me for her?”

He’s quite the actor. I force my smirk away, replacing it with my own “game” face. “She’s mine to punish. She used me to get to you.” I point my gun full of blanks right at his chest.

“And your foolishness almost brought down my crew. You know what this means Johnny, old friend or not—there are no second chances in the mob.”

Christine’s fingers inch toward a pool stick. Her hate towards Roque radiates from her. “She will pay for her crimes against us.” I vow, meaning every word.

“I can’t take the chance she’ll seduce you again, John-John. It needs to end here.”

I move forward, pushing Christine behind me as I fire two blanks at Roque’s chest. He fires back, purposefully aiming a tad wide. The red stain of his fake blood starts spreading across his crisp, white shirt. I know he’s fine, having watched him place the bag of blood under his shirt myself. All that acting he did playing himself in his own story on the big screen really is paying off now. Christine gasps. I yank her past him, out the back and into the truck I had planted there. “I killed my best friend for you. You better be worth it.” Her shocked eyes meet mine as I throw her into the back, zip tying her hands. I climb in front, checking to make sure the child locks are on before peeling out the lot and driving toward the B&B slash spa for some much-needed sweet interrogation of my newfound prize.

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