Packing Heat: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance (Barone Crime Family) by B. B. Hamel Page B
Authors: B. B. Hamel
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big, muscular arms around me, and we stayed like that for a long time.
16
Rafa
I woke up in an unfamiliar apartment on an unfamiliar couch. It took me half a second to realize that I was still at Cassidy’s, and she was sleeping in my arms.
Dim street lights through the windows. Black television, gray carpet. I took a deep breath and smelled Cassidy’s shampoo.
I could barely believe what had happened between us. I knew I’d end up fucking the girl, but I never actually thought I’d try to get her pregnant.
Too late for second thoughts. Not that I was having any, but still. It was done, and she was either pregnant or she wasn’t. There was no turning back from this.
I gently got up from the couch, making sure she didn’t wake up. I put on my clothes and rooted through her kitchen until I found the bottle of whisky and a glass.
I poured myself a shot, knocked it back, and poured another.
I had just tried to get her pregnant. I was willing to do that for her, to save her, all because I was sick of the fucking mafia destroying women and using them up. I’d done some bad shit in my life, and even been a dick to plenty of innocent women, but I had never hurt any.
The mob did that to a man. They could take the important things away and change him. For some reason, Cassidy made me want to change back.
Maybe it was this whole war—with the Russians, with the Spiders, with my own people. It had been war all the time, constantly, for years. Maybe I wanted to try something good for once instead of reveling in death and destruction like I had for so long.
The memory of her body pressed against mine played through my mind as I finished my second drink and poured a third. She was a perfect pussy, tight and soaking wet, and she’d been gorgeous as she sucked my cock. I’d never felt so fucking good before, not with any other woman I’d fucked. Cassidy was different.
I had felt it the first moment we met. I’d felt it when I introduced her to my old life. And I felt it sitting in her kitchen, drinking her whisky, wondering if she was really going to get pregnant or not.
I sighed, sipping my drink, and got my phone out of my pocket. I frowned at the several missed calls from Vince. I called him back.
He answered after two rings.
“Rafa,” he said. “Where the fuck are you?”
“With the girl.”
“Shit, man. Do you know what I’m dealing with?”
I had a feeling I did.
“What?”
“Ernesto. And he’s fucking pissed.”
“I take it he’s unhappy I beat the fuck out of his two goons.”
“Yes, he is. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking the asshole wants Cassidy for himself, and I wasn’t taking any chances.”
He sighed. Vince sounded stressed, but he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t such a fucking pussy that he was afraid of pushing Ernesto’s buttons.
“Tell me next time,” he said, “so I don’t have to get blindsided.”
“Sorry about that, boss.”
“What happened anyway?”
“He had two goons waiting outside Cassidy’s place. I didn’t know what they wanted, and I didn’t feel like asking.”
“He says he put them there for her protection.”
I laughed softly. “Doubtful.”
“I doubt it too, but Arturo is unhappy.”
“Tell Arturo to grow a pair.”
“He thinks the whole fucking organization is about to go up like a fucking bomb.”
“Tensions are high.”
“You’re fucking right they are. Arturo isn’t wrong to be paranoid. There’s a rip down the middle of the mob, and shit is going to go down sooner or later.”
“You think Ernesto is going to try to stir that shit up now?”
“Maybe. I can’t be sure.”
“How much danger is Cassidy in?”
He paused. “I don’t know that either.”
“Fuck.” I knocked back my drink. “What time is it anyway?”
“Two in the morning.”
‘The fuck you doing awake?”
“You know I don’t sleep.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
“Look, I think you should bring her in.”
“You fucking
16
Rafa
I woke up in an unfamiliar apartment on an unfamiliar couch. It took me half a second to realize that I was still at Cassidy’s, and she was sleeping in my arms.
Dim street lights through the windows. Black television, gray carpet. I took a deep breath and smelled Cassidy’s shampoo.
I could barely believe what had happened between us. I knew I’d end up fucking the girl, but I never actually thought I’d try to get her pregnant.
Too late for second thoughts. Not that I was having any, but still. It was done, and she was either pregnant or she wasn’t. There was no turning back from this.
I gently got up from the couch, making sure she didn’t wake up. I put on my clothes and rooted through her kitchen until I found the bottle of whisky and a glass.
I poured myself a shot, knocked it back, and poured another.
I had just tried to get her pregnant. I was willing to do that for her, to save her, all because I was sick of the fucking mafia destroying women and using them up. I’d done some bad shit in my life, and even been a dick to plenty of innocent women, but I had never hurt any.
The mob did that to a man. They could take the important things away and change him. For some reason, Cassidy made me want to change back.
Maybe it was this whole war—with the Russians, with the Spiders, with my own people. It had been war all the time, constantly, for years. Maybe I wanted to try something good for once instead of reveling in death and destruction like I had for so long.
The memory of her body pressed against mine played through my mind as I finished my second drink and poured a third. She was a perfect pussy, tight and soaking wet, and she’d been gorgeous as she sucked my cock. I’d never felt so fucking good before, not with any other woman I’d fucked. Cassidy was different.
I had felt it the first moment we met. I’d felt it when I introduced her to my old life. And I felt it sitting in her kitchen, drinking her whisky, wondering if she was really going to get pregnant or not.
I sighed, sipping my drink, and got my phone out of my pocket. I frowned at the several missed calls from Vince. I called him back.
He answered after two rings.
“Rafa,” he said. “Where the fuck are you?”
“With the girl.”
“Shit, man. Do you know what I’m dealing with?”
I had a feeling I did.
“What?”
“Ernesto. And he’s fucking pissed.”
“I take it he’s unhappy I beat the fuck out of his two goons.”
“Yes, he is. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking the asshole wants Cassidy for himself, and I wasn’t taking any chances.”
He sighed. Vince sounded stressed, but he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t such a fucking pussy that he was afraid of pushing Ernesto’s buttons.
“Tell me next time,” he said, “so I don’t have to get blindsided.”
“Sorry about that, boss.”
“What happened anyway?”
“He had two goons waiting outside Cassidy’s place. I didn’t know what they wanted, and I didn’t feel like asking.”
“He says he put them there for her protection.”
I laughed softly. “Doubtful.”
“I doubt it too, but Arturo is unhappy.”
“Tell Arturo to grow a pair.”
“He thinks the whole fucking organization is about to go up like a fucking bomb.”
“Tensions are high.”
“You’re fucking right they are. Arturo isn’t wrong to be paranoid. There’s a rip down the middle of the mob, and shit is going to go down sooner or later.”
“You think Ernesto is going to try to stir that shit up now?”
“Maybe. I can’t be sure.”
“How much danger is Cassidy in?”
He paused. “I don’t know that either.”
“Fuck.” I knocked back my drink. “What time is it anyway?”
“Two in the morning.”
‘The fuck you doing awake?”
“You know I don’t sleep.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
“Look, I think you should bring her in.”
“You fucking
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