Taking the Bait (2 page)

“No! You can’t. I’m not my cousin,” she cried. I just kept staring at her. The fucked up thing was I knew immediately she wasn’t Diana Flanagan. Then who the fuck was she, and how could my men be so dumb? She looked terrified, so I tucked my gun back into the back of my waistband and walked up to her. She was so attractive I wanted her tied to my bed, not my chair. I looked at Gino and wanted to gut his ass for speaking about fucking her. I turned my attention back to the fiery beauty. I took in her clothes and now I was really getting angry. She was at a club which meant creepy lame asses were trying to get all over her.

“I know,” I said as I looked down at her. I touched her sweet face with one finger and slowly ran it down to her cleavage. She had an effect on me I wasn’t comfortable with, especially with an audience.

She freaked and flinched.

“I’m Dante Franchetti. Tell me your name.”

“Regan Daley,” she said as her voice crack in fear. Her plea to believe her was written in her bright beautiful eyes, but I still needed to find that bitch cousin of hers.

“Regan, where’s Diana?” I asked her nicely. I wanted her cooperation and something else. I was going to be in her pussy. That wasn’t a question. The only issue I had was how to get her begging for it after this major screw up.

“I don’t know,” she said vehemently. I wanted to believe her only because I couldn’t kill the beauty. The thought harming her itself pissed me off.

“Stop playing with me, Regan. Where the hell is she?” I saw her looking at my bloody clothes, her beautiful green eyes widened in horror. I wanted to kick myself for not changing, but then again, maybe not. She needed to understand that I’m the boss around here. It’s better she learn it as soon as possible.

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” she said near tears.

“Do you want to make it to twenty?” I asked sinisterly.

She only nodded her head.

“Then where the fuck is that bitch ass, whore you call a cousin?”

“I don’t know!” she cried. This time the fear grew stronger.

I lifted her chin and gripped it firmly.

“Why the fuck are you lying to me?” I didn’t like that shit. She was going to need to get her act together because I’d hate to kill something so damn enchanting. Thoughts of touching her naked body flooded my mind.

“I’m not. She left me and was supposed to be right back, but she didn’t return. I tried her cell, but it went to voicemail. I swear, I don’t know where she is,” she sobbed. I knew she wasn’t lying to me, which ticked me off. She was left alone ready for us to snatch up.

“Calm down. I’ll be right back.” I walked back to the door and turned to Gino. “Gino, follow me,” I demanded.

We walked out into the hallway and I gave my orders. “I want you to find all you can on her. I want to know her story, and why she wasn’t protected as a niece of Michael Flanagan should be. Something isn’t right. We shouldn’t have been able to snatch her up like that.”

“Okay, I’m on it.” Gino left to take care of that shit, and I turned back and into the room, closing the door for some privacy.

“Let me ask you a question. Do you have someone already fucking that pussy of yours?” Don’t know where the fuck that question came from. I didn’t need a bitch to be single, she just had to suck my cock or take it up her ass if she wasn’t exclusive. I wasn’t a picky bastard, but if she didn’t give me the right answer I didn’t know what I do.

“Please don’t look so affronted. I asked you a fucking question—answer it. I don’t care for asking twice. Trust me you won’t like the end result.” Why it mattered, I don’t know, but her unwillingness to answer was getting me really angry. Hulk angry. Choke a bitch angry.

“I’m here for a family visit. My boyfriend is…” That’s all I let her get out before I grabbed her throat.

“If you don’t want me to choke you, you’ll not mention a boyfriend because as far as I’m concerned that shit is squashed. You don’t even think about that fuck again, unless you want him dead.”

I didn’t understand the anger that raged through me when she said boyfriend. I wanted her for myself for some reason. This was insane, I think I was just on a high from the hit I went on. I really only wanted her on her knees sucking me dry while looking at me with those beautiful eyes, pleading for me to come in her mouth.

There was a knock on the garage door. “Who is it?” I growled. I observed her outfit when I walked in and I didn’t want anyone else seeing her dressed like this.

“It’s Tony.”

“Come in,” I called out. The moment he looked at her, I knew he thought what I thought.

“This broad ain’t her,” he said angrily.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that out. The problem is now we got the wrong one.”

“Just drop her ass off in an alley somewhere, depending on her attitude, she could be dead or alive. I really don’t give a fuck. I just owe that other bitch a bullet in her head.”

I looked at my latest pussy and could see she was frightened again. “Calm down. We’re scaring this one.”

“Since when do you give a rats ass about a broad? Who the fuck is she then?” he grumbled.

“She’s Flanagan’s niece from Ireland.”

“Then I’d say return her ass back to him dead as fucking doornail,” he said seriously as he looked at her with hatred. I watched as she looked scared as fuck, and I didn’t like anyone else making her feel that way.

“Chill the fuck out. We aren’t going to kill her. I want answers.”

“Whatever, she’s just going to be nothing but trouble. Just know that I told you so. I don’t want shit to do with that scummy family ever again,” Tony said disgusted before slammed the door as he left the garage.

“Listen up, I not letting you go until I’m ready to do so, but you need to know that I’m not going to kill you unless you ask for it.”

“Why would I ask for it? Really you Americans are ridiculous. If you let me go, I promise I’ll go straight back home to Ireland.”

“What part of ‘I’ll let you go when I’m ready’ didn’t you understand?”

“I just…”

“You just what?”

“My family will be expecting me to come back to the house.”

“I don’t give a shit what Flanagan expects. I just told you what the fuck it is,” I roared. This broad didn’t listen to shit I said. These days women don’t know their place. My mom knew her place and did what my father told her to do. I shook my head at this broad. Redhead, naturally fiery. Tony may be right—she was going to be nothing but trouble. I guessed I was just as fucked in the head when it came to pussy as he was.

“I’m going to untie your ass, if you give me any shit I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

“Really, you’re a bloody prick. I hate this place. I wish I’d never come here.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because you bastards took me.” A smart ass little broad.

“Little girl, you need to learn something. I’m not a man you want to piss off,” I said as I gripped her chin roughly to let her know who she was dealing with.

“You see this shirt? I just killed motherfuckers for trying to take my money. Do I look like I’m going to tolerate the mouth of my pussy?”

“I’m not anything to you. I have a boyfriend already, and he’s a gentleman. He’s doesn’t kill people—he’s a decent human being.” I paced the room because this broad didn’t get it. The thought of another motherfucker touching her was pissing me the fuck off to no end. I saw red and she was going to pay for that.

I untied her ass from the chair, but didn’t undo her hands. I wanted her too much to waste time. I lifted and pulled her to me before I took her mouth hard and fast with mine. I pushed her away slightly and grunted, “I never said I was a gentleman, and I promise you’ll like that I’m not one.”

This time I kissed her, I wanted her to participate, so I softened up the kiss. I played nicely with her tongue, and she mewed in response. Just what I wanted. Love and hate, baby.

I pulled away from the unsteady beauty and whispered, “I bet if I check your pussy, it’s soaked.” With her arms tie behind her back she couldn’t fight me like she wanted to, so I pushed her against the wall and grabbed my sweet treasure. The tight short mini skirt was a little too short for my tastes, it was something her whore cousin would wear. Something she wasn’t going to wear ever again, unless it’s for a private show with me as the sole attendee.

I slid my fingers under the poor excuse for clothes and touched the wet panties she was wearing. Just a slip of the finger, and I'd be caressing her sweet little snatch. My dick got harder if that was even possible. I knew at this moment, I was only thinking with my cock, which wasn't a bright move for a man in my position, especially with the family member of my enemy. Now I understood the phrase, “sleeping with the enemy”.

"Leave me alone."

"Say that with conviction, sweetheart, and I might actually believe it. Then again, maybe not. The rest of your body doesn’t lie, like your mouth," I whispered by her ear before kissing it. "This pussy is now mine. If I see another motherfucker sniffing around you. I'll end him and let you watch. If you think I’m playing just try me."

"I not yours, you psycho," she yelled.

“Yes, you are,” I stated plainly.

“Fine then, bring that Gino bastard in here so he can touch my pussy. I’d like to see him with a bullet in his head.”

"Not going to happen, amore. It's cute you know. I get more and more turned on every time you speak. I never thought I'd find an Irish accent sexy as fuck, but hell, I want to have you screaming my name over and over again in that accent as I make you come."

"Not going to happen, you pig."

"Oink, oink, baby. It is going to happen," I said with a smile before I kissed her again. Again, she was panting in my arms. She was either as easy as her slutty cousin, which was a big issue for me, or she was really attracted to me.

"Since you're a murderer, I'm sure rape isn't out of your realm."

"Amore, you know how turned on you are. You need to quit denying it, and it'll be much better for you."

"I hate you, you pig."

"Yes, you said that already."

"I mean it."

"No, you don't. You hate that you want me. Trust me, pretty little Regan, I hate it too. Tony's right, we don't want to deal with the Flanagans. They're more fucked up than me and that's saying a lot. I’m disgusted with myself for wanting you, but I’ll get over it after I get you under me."

She refused to look at me now. I guess she couldn't deny what her family was. They were scum. I didn't kill without good reason. If you looked at them wrong, you were getting fitted for your last suit—that’s if they found your body.

They thought pure intimation could give them the power they wanted. Trying to expand their territory, they ran into mine and that was a big fuck up. I wasn’t going to put up with the disrespect. If he didn’t want his whore daughter to get fucked, he should have kept her insulated.

“We’re leaving,” I said as I put her down. Gripping her tied hands, I walked us out of the garage and into the main house. None of my men said a word. They knew better than to question my judgement. They were probably thinking I was going to fuck her before I offed her. I didn’t fuck bitches in my home, but this one, though, I might have to fuck in every place available, starting with my room.

I walked her through the house and straight up to my bedroom that would be hers for the time being. I could have put her in a different room, but this way I knew where she was.

“Marco, come up here,” I yelled down. Once he got up the stairs I gave him some orders, right in front of her.

“She doesn’t leave this room,” I said I walked with her into my bedroom and untied her hands. I wanted to shower, and I was going to do it by myself, so I didn’t need her trying to make a run for it.

“I need to shower. Get ready for bed and don’t think about leaving. Marco’s just on the other side of the door.”

“What!? I’m staying in here with you?”

“You’ll be doing a lot more than staying here with me,” I said suggestively. I planned on riding her all night.

“Don’t look at me like that. In fact, fuck it, come here.”

“No,” she said as she shook her head. I lifted my bloody dress shirt over my head and took off my undershirt with it, leaving my torso only covered by the light hair on my chest. I watched the way she looked at it, like she’d never seen anything like it. Unwilling hunger was beaming in her eyes.

“Now, that look on your beautiful face, I like,” I growled as I stared at her like a starved wolf. My cock was jumping, and I needed to get in her pussy soon.

I walked up to her and grabbed her by her curly red hair, pulling her head back and up to face mine, I took her mouth.

When I pulled my mouth off hers, we were both panting. “You’re mine until I say otherwise. If you argue with me, I’ll make a call and have your former lover gutted.” I don’t know why I kept bringing him up, I was being petty as hell.

“I hate…” I stopped her before she said it again. For some fucked up reason, I didn’t like that she hated me. Even worse was that she liked this guy in Ireland, hell she might even love this ex-boyfriend. Not for long though.