Double Blind (Vittorio Crime Family #2)

  Double Blind (Vittorio Crime Family #2)

  Published by Vanessa Waltz

  Copyright 2014 Vanessa Waltz

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  waltzbooks@gmail.com

  I’m in so deep that I can’t see the way out.

  The boss of the Rizzo family needs me. I need to get closer to Carmine Lucchesi, a captain in his family. I need to steal information from him. He’s a sweet man, but underneath there’s something damaged, something deranged.

  The boss wants me to leave Vincent, the man I love. End the engagement. I'm with Carmine until he says so. Until I get what he needs.

  Or he’ll kill Vincent. He’ll kill my mother, and Vincent’s mother, and everyone I've ever cared about.

  I don’t have a choice. I need to end it with him, even though I love him. Even though it just might kill me.

  This is the sequel to High Stakes! If you haven’t read High Stakes yet, you’ll want to before reading this book! Click here to get the first book! Sign up for my newsletter, here! No spam. I only send information on new releases, excerpts, and giveaways!

  VINCENT

  She stands in the middle of my bedroom, blindfolded. My black tie wraps around her head. Even though she’s clothed, her limbs shiver because she’s waiting for me. Her mouth is parted, almost as if she seeks my lips. Tiny hands grope the air, searching for my warmth. The leather collar I bought for her wraps around her little neck.

  Standing there, I watch her for a moment. She looks so deliciously vulnerable. I take a few silent steps until I’m standing right behind her.

  Sensing my movement, she turns.

  “Vince.”

  I grab the ring affixed to her collar and yank her backwards into my chest. My fingers dive into her silky hair and I yank her neck back, exposing her diving neckline and her perfect tits, rustling under her tank top. She jumps a little when my lips brush her ear.

  “Not Vince—sir.”

  Her throat bulges as she swallows. “Yes, sir.” A little smile tugs at her mouth, as if she finds it amusing.

  Oh, fuck that.

  “Do I amuse you, Adriana?” My lips gently brush against her neck as my fingers dig into her hair. “Do you think this is a joke?”

  She whines in protest. “No. No, sir,” she says quickly.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  I run my fingers lightly over her tank top, curving around her tits and down her flat stomach. Her lips widen and she lets out a small sound—a frustrated moan. A tingling sensation spreads over my cock at seeing her respond so quickly to my touch. Wrenching her hair again, I gather her pouting lips in mine. She deepens the kiss, her tongue flicking inside my mouth. Warmth fills my chest when she wraps her arms around me tightly, and for a minute I forget about the game we’re trying to play.

  I love this girl. She’s perfect for me—was always perfect.

  I stamp down on those feelings and break the kiss, pulling her hair roughly. “I asked you a question.”

  Her flushed face burns. “Yes, I’m sure. Sir,” she adds.

  Such a perfect girl. Obedient. And mine.

  “Take off your pants.”

  When she hesitates, I rip my palm down on her sweet ass and she flinches.

  “Don’t make me do it again.”

  I’d love to do it again.

  Her thumbs hook on her jeans and she pulls them down her smooth, irresistible legs. She teases them down, inch by inch, knowing how much it affects me. My cock twitches when I see the black silk panties I bought her, stretching over her beautiful ass. My eyes follow her hands hungrily. I grab her waist and she leans into my chest. I want to kiss her, but I turn her body around so that she’s facing the bed. Breathing fast, I grip the edges of her t-shirt and lift it up over her head. I can’t fucking undress her fast enough. Her long, brown hair tumbles to her shoulders. She gasps as my fingers make quick work of her bra, and then my fingers press between her shoulder blades. I stop for a moment to admire the view of her topless. Goddamn.

  Stooping down, I grab the edge of her panties and pull them down. Her legs shiver, and I sweep my hands up the long legs, palming her ass. I push her back down so that she’s laying face forward on the bed, her long hair sprawling on the mattress. My slacks feel extremely tight and I want nothing more than to drop my pants and fuck her until she screams.

  My hand tightens over her, and her shoulder muscles tense up. She knows what’s coming.

  SLAP!

  Her body flinches as my palm lands on her backside, the sound music to my ears. I raise my hand again.

  SLAP!

  This time, she whimpers. The sound is a lot louder, more complete. A beautiful, red burn blossoms on her cheek. I grab it, pinching roughly, loving the high-pitched squeal I get from her.

  I stand back for a moment, overwhelmed with the fact that she’s mine, and that I can do anything I want to her. She never stopped me from fulfilling my fantasies. She never used the safe word to stop because she loves everything I do to her.

  My hand slips up her inner thigh and slides into her slick entrance. “You’ve always been a little slut, haven’t you? Deep down inside, you were waiting for a man to completely dominate you. To own you.”

  “You’re the slut,” her voice rises in challenge. “How many women have you been with before me?”

  My voice rises into a growl, but inwardly I’m laughing. My little thief loves to provoke my wrath. “What the fuck did you say?”

  I grab her collar and wrench her upright. Her body falls into my chest and her hands reach around her back to touch my leg. Her fingers slide up my slacks before anchoring around my rock hard cock. I bite my lip and hold back a sigh when I feel her fingers stroking the sensitive flesh. From the mirror, I can see her little smile. She’s so bad at this.

  “Turn around and suck my cock.”

  My powerful voice booms in the bedroom. She turns around in my arms, giving me a flushed smile before she drops to her knees. I grab a fistful of her hair as she unzips my pants. I sigh as she releases my cock from the confinements of my pants. Her tongue darts out, teasing the head of my cock.

  Grabbing her head with both hands, I force myself through her lips into her wet, warm mouth. I close my eyes as I feel her tongue riding underneath. It’s like dipping into a hot bath, immediately pleasurable. Her moist lips are tight around my cock and she doesn’t protest when I bury myself to the hilt. It feels so fucking amazing. I grip her jaw and squeeze as I pulse inside her gaping mouth, until she finally gags. I pull out and give her a moment to breathe.

  “Do you like it, baby?”

  She’s so eager to please that I let it slide. She knows that she’s supposed to call me ‘sir.’

  “I do. Very much,” I say in a strained voice.

  I stroke her cheek before plunging back inside. Her lips are like a ring of pure softness around me, and when she sucks, her cheeks flatten against my cock. Pushing into her wet mouth, she gags again. I slip out and bend down to grab her collar. Still blind, she follows my arms, her mouth still open.

  My lips crash over hers. I tongue her bottom lip into my mouth and bite hard, my cock flat against her stomach when she moans into my mouth.

  “I want you badly.”

  Jesus Christ, I can’t take it when she says things like that.

  Her hands grip my waist and move up my torso, her fingernails dragging lightly. She knows it drives me crazy. We break apart and I rip my shirt off my head. Now we’re both naked. The blindfold is still snug over her head. My hands slide down her waist and anchor over her raw ass, lifting her up to throw her over my bed.

  I climb over her body, which lays underneath me like a beautiful
sculpture. Her hands are limp at her sides, her body slightly curved into an S. She senses my heat above her and her lips part, almost as if my very presence is enough to make her pant. I run my fingers lightly over her breasts, resisting the urge to manhandle them and trace her curves with my tongue and bite down hard. Her skin shivers and she reaches up for my head.

  “Please, Vince.”

  Fuck, how can I deny her when she does that?

  “Please what?” I say in a tight voice.

  “Please fuck me.”

  The words burst from her mouth in desperation and excite me to my very core. Blood rushes to my cock. It’s involuntary at this point. I move her legs apart and she wraps them around my back.

  So willing. It’s hard for me not to give her what she wants, so I give into it.

  I impale her in one, swift stroke. The sound she makes as I enter her makes me shudder. Her heat radiates around me, her muscles gripping my cock as I sink into her. When I move back, it’s like her body is trying to pull me back in. I sink back into her delicious warmth, her body soft under mine. Pleasure tingles down the tip of my cock, all the way down my shaft. It urges me on. Faster. Harder.

  I grip her tiny waist and pound her pussy, digging every inch of me inside her. She yanks my hair and moans my name, driving me to the edge.

  Her breath tickles my ear as I moan into her neck. My cock thickens inside her tight, wet walls as I pound away. My heart rate is jacked and thick breaths leave my mouth. I hold her tight, pulling her hips towards me as our bodies join together. Over and over and over. Ecstasy rips through me, up my abdomen and spine, glowing in my head. My jaw clenches shut and my heart pounds against my chest.

  I growl into her neck, the heat building up so high I can barely stand it, and then a jolt shoots through me. My hips ride against her and a loud, ragged sigh leaves my mouth. Hot cum gushes through my shaft with waves of intense pleasure. I press into her, even though I’m already completely buried. Her muscles contract around me, milking me of every drop.

  I lay over her body, still buried inside her. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me over and over, and I tug the blindfold from her head. Her warm brown eyes stare at me in a sleepy, deeply satisfied look.

  The hot bursts of pleasure sizzle away like fireworks, disappearing into the void. And everything comes back. The pressure. The stress. My guilt over the lies I tell her. The biggest lie I’ve told her is that everything’s fine; we have nothing to worry about.

  A long time ago, I accepted that I was already dead. If you accept that you’re already dead, you’ll have nothing to fear. But now she’s in my life, and I can’t just go about life the same way. I can’t not worry about her, because if I die, what’ll happen to her?

  You know what will happen.

  I roll onto my back and she follows, curling on my chest. She kisses my throat as I swallow hard, staring up at the ceiling. I pray that she doesn’t see anything in my eyes.

  No one knows about the feds watching her. Not even Jack. And it has to stay that way; otherwise he’ll kill her.

  And probably me, too.

  “You’re so quiet,” she says, lifting her head from my chest. “You look worried.”

  “Thinking about Jack in the hospital.”

  At the mention of his name, her eyes harden. She just doesn’t understand that we all live by the same code. Omertà. The code of honor and silence.

  “How can you care about someone who wanted me dead?”

  It’s complicated. He’s like a father to me, but it’s more than that. I would follow him into the gates of Hell. Jack helped my mother for many years after my dad’s death. He took me in and gave me a purpose. He even delivered me my dad’s murderer—a retired cop. After he outlived his usefulness, Jack gave me his address.

  It was years ago. I went there and waited for him to return home, and when he did I knocked him out. When he woke up, the prick denied he had any involvement.

  “I didn’t kill your father,” he kept screaming. I emptied my revolver in his chest and stole the money in his wallet. The bastard didn’t have much to rob.

  My father may have been an asshole, but he was still my father. And he deserved justice. I wasn’t close to my father. In my eyes, he was a drunk who beat on Ma, but I was expected to bring him justice.

  The same way Adriana’s deserves justice.

  Loyalty—that’s what the family is about. Blood, honor, sacrifice, but most importantly—loyalty. Even if I may not always agree with Jack’s decisions, I’ll still obey him.

  But I won’t when it comes to her. I know deep down that I could’ve never followed through when Jack wanted me to get rid of her. She’s the only exception.

  My chest tightens when I think about it. “He just didn’t trust you, that’s all.”

  “That’s all?” She raises herself, her hair falling around her narrowed eyes.

  Sometimes, I think she forgets about my line of work.

  “I could say the same about your mother,” I remind her gently.

  Her eyes look dented with pain and I feel like an asshole, but it’s true. Her mother, that schifosa, tried to have me killed to settle her fucking debts. I wanted to put a bullet in her fucking worthless head, but Adriana was there and she was so upset.

  I couldn’t do it.

  I couldn’t be the one who killed her mother.

  Her eyes shine when I cup her cheek with my hand.

  “I’m sorry.”

  The guilt weighs down her voice, but she has no idea how guilty I feel from the constant lies spilling from my mouth, even though I think she suspects. My fiancée isn’t an idiot. She reads the news, but no longer asks me questions.

  “I have to pay him a visit. Will you come with me?”

  From the look blazing in her eyes, I know that she doesn’t want to, but it’s disrespectful not to show up. She doesn’t know that. I’ve been trying to ease her into my life slowly. Certain things will be expected from her as my wife. It looks bad for me, not having her there. Makes them think I can’t control my woman. Makes me look weak.

  “No, I don’t think so,” she says with her jaw clenched.

  “Adriana, this is not up for discussion.”

  “Fuck him,” she spits out.

  I take her jaw in my fingers, applying a bit of pressure. “You’re fucking coming,” I say in a low voice.

  Her eyes flash towards me. Defiance.

  “Do I need to spank you again? You’re still wearing the collar.”

  I flick one of the metal rings attached to her collar as her face colors with a deep blush.

  “If you really want me to, I’ll go,” she says finally.

  “I do.”

  Her eyes look troubled as my fingers undo the leather clasp around her neck, the supple leather unwinding from her easily.

  We were nearly killed only a few weeks ago. The Rizzo family tried to take us all out and they nearly succeeded. Adriana’s back tenses and I know she’s thinking about the same thing. She curls into the crook of my arm and traces my chest.

  “How do you do it? How are you so strong?”

  I smile to myself.

  The shooting was hard on me. I never expected that I would be shot at with my friends and family surrounding me at my own engagement party. I would be lying if I told her it didn’t faze me. It shook me.

  I kiss the top of her head and run my fingers down her sexy back. “I don’t know. You get used to it.”

  She shakes her head. “I can’t get used to it.”

  “You don’t have to. That’s why you’re mine.” I distract her by pulling her body over mine. Goddamn, I’m a lucky son of a bitch. “I protect you and provide for you, and all you have to do is spread your gorgeous legs—”

  She punches my shoulder and I laugh at her annoyed face. “I’m not your whore.”

  “Of course not, baby. You know I love you, right?”

  Adriana still pouts and I take her chin gently.

  “Right?”


  “Yeah.”

  Then she smiles, and it’s amazing how good it makes me feel.

  * * *

  Hospitals.

  I fucking hate them.

  They always make me nervous, no matter how many fucking times I visit them. It’s the one place where I’m not in control. No amount of bullying, bribing, or threats can make these fucking doctors do exactly what I want them to do. It’s up to their skills and luck.

  It pisses me off.

  That sharp, chemical smell burns my nostrils as I walk down the gleaming hallways, a twisted shadow of my reflection staring up at me. Adriana clings tightly to my hand as we walk into the waiting room, a bright room that burns my eyeballs. Paulie, recently promoted to captain, stands up from the lime green chair when he sees me approach. Sal, Nicky, and Tommy stand in a small circle.

  Good, everyone’s here.

  Paulie wraps his arms around me and pounds my back.

  “How is the boss?”

  He pushes his glasses up his long nose and shrugs. “He’s all fucked up on meds, but the doctors say he should make a full recovery.”

  The pressure in my chest simmers down somewhat. “Thank God.”

  Beside me, Adriana gives Paulie a thin-lipped smile as she pretends to be happy for Jack. She doesn’t see Paulie’s frown and I want to bend her over my knee and spank her in front of them. Could she be any more transparent about her dislike for Jack?

  Filing that away for later, I turn towards the short, irritable man who gives my fiancée a wide smile.

  Careful, asshole. She’s mine.

  “Nick, how you doin’?”

  He shrugs. He’s still sore over being passed over for the capo promotion. If he wasn’t such a reckless, violent fuck, I would have recommended him.

  “Can’t complain.”

  I curl my arm around Adriana’s waist and catch a scent of her lavender shampoo. It acts like a balm for my mind and I squeeze her waist.

  “I should go see him.”

  Nicky nods and points me in the direction of the room.

  Energy floods my veins as I walk towards the room, Adriana pinned to my side. I open the door and the sight of him lying on white sheets, tubes entering and exiting his body makes my legs stiffen in the doorway. He looks up at me through rheumatic eyes and is suddenly overcome with a coughing fit. For the first time, I see him as an old man. I don’t know why, but it makes my heart race. Even Adriana feels stiff in my arms when she looks at him.