Whatever You Need: (A Chicago Mafia Syndicate) (Castaletta Book 2) (12 page)

I pulled her close to me as we got into the elevator. "Would you hate me in the morning if I said yes just this once?"

"No," she breathed out and moved toward me, pressing her lips to mind and stealing my heart for the millionth time in our short lives.

Maybe sleeping with her was a mistake. Or maybe it was just the opposite. Maybe by turning her away I'd been missing out on the best parts of life. Either way... I was all in for the night.

We'd pick up the pieces of whatever happened in the morning.

Chapter 21

Izabella

I couldn't believe my ears, so I didn't try. We walked quickly to the front of the club and stood close together as the valet grabbed D's Jag and parked it in front of us.

"Have a great night, Mr. DeMarco. Miss Castaletta."

"You too, Jason." D winked at me from over the hood. "Get in the car, Izzy."

I nodded and got in without giving him too much lip. Shock held me silent for the moment.

"My place or yours?" D put the car in drive and reached out to take my hand in his.

As stupid as it was, the moment was surreal. Was I already high? If fucking felt like it.

"Yours," I whispered and pressed my back against my seat. "I don't think this is a good idea. What's going to happen when we wake up in the morning? You're going to be pissed that you let us do this."

"We'll figure it out then." He brought my hand to his mouth and licked at my fingers softly. "I need you, alright? It's so fucking dark in this world we're not only living in, but creating. I need tonight."

"And what about the night's I've needed you so badly it hurt?" I pulled my hand from him. I couldn't do it. I wanted to, so goddamn bad, but it meant too much to me. He meant too much. I was never about the sex. That was simply an extension of the passion inside of me that bubbled up and spilled over every time he was near.

"I'm a bastard, Izabella. I've never pretended to be anything but the bastard that I am." He glanced over at me and gripped my hand harder, lifting my finger back toward his mouth.

I groaned low in my chest as he sucked two of my fingers in his mouth, running his tongue around each of them slowly as my body began to ache. I wanted that tongue everywhere. No, needed it.

"Don't do this to me." I sucked in a painful breath as I jerked my hand from him and swatted at his arm. "Don't do this to me. You're a fucking bastard if you do this to me."

"Am I?" He pulled over on the side of the road and got out of the car to walk over to my side. He opened the door and leaned down, undoing my seatbelt and pulling me out of the car with him.

"What are you doing? We're in the middle of nowhere. Take me home or I swear to God I'm gonna put a bullet in your head."

"Hush, woman." He leaned over and pressed his shoulder against my stomach, standing back up and carrying me over his shoulder away from the car.

"Demetri. I'm serious. Put me the fuck down."

"Alright. On one condition." His voice was like liquid heat, drowning me in need and lust like nothing else could.

"Fine. What?" I popped his butt and smiled, thought I'd never let him know that I found the moment almost comical.

"Did you wear this tiny little scrap of a dress for me?" He stopped and patted my ass slowly.

"No. I wore it for me."

"Wrong answer." He walked a few more feet as I yelled.

"Fine! I wore it for you. Put me down."

"I knew you did." He set me down and my feet plunged into cold water.

I yelped and ran toward the grass. The beautiful lake that laid out behind him wasn't at all what I expected. I'd not been paying attention, but he knew exactly what he was up to.

"What do you want from me, D? I've been through a little too much lately to put up with your wishy-washy hormones."

"No, baby." He reached for me and damn if I didn't give him my hand. "There's nothing wishy washy about my hormones."

He pressed his mouth to the side of my neck and ran his hands over my hips to cup my ass tightly. "I want you all the time. Don't think for a minute that I don't. I can't let my obsession over you tear down our family, and it will."

I slipped my hands between us and cupped his erection, stroking it softly. I just wanted to feel him one more time. Just once more.

"Then what are you doing?" I moved back a little only to have him grip my arms and hold me in place.

"I don't know. I just keep thinking that maybe one more night isn't going to kill either of us. You're the only woman I want in my bed, Izabella."

I nodded and ran my thumb nails down the length of him before wrapping my arms around myself. "Take me home, okay?"

We stood there in silence for a few minutes before he reached for my hand. "Alright. Forgive me."

"Nothing to forgive." I took his hand and walked back to the car, relieved and devastated. If he wanted me badly enough, he'd push. I would've pushed, but those days were over. I'd spend six years pushing.

"You think you and Eddie could try this out for me?" He tossed the bag of pills into my lap as he buckled up and started the car.

His tone was ugly, his temper having shown up.

I gripped the bag in my hand and turned to watch the world go by. How nice it would have been to be anyone but me. I just wanted a break, some relieve, a moment of not needing him so badly that life seemed dulled by his denial.

We rode the rest of the way home in silence, and I got out of the car and left the pills in the empty passenger's seat. My need to tell him to fuck off was there, bright and burning at my insides, but I couldn't speak without crying, and there was no way in hell I was shedding another tear for him.

I walked to the door and nodded at Charles before walking up to my room. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my dress from my body. My panties slid easily over my hips, leaving me naked for no one to see. I walked to the open window and glanced down as I wrapped the curtain around myself.

D's car sat idle in the driveway.

"What are you waiting for? Come get me. If it's just for tonight. Come fucking get me." My words were nothing more than an agonizing groan as tears spilled over on my cheeks. I needed him to play my part for the night. I needed him to offer me anything.

He got out of the car and glanced up at my bedroom window. "What do you want from me Izzy? I offered you tonight."

"On your fucking terms." I let the curtain drop and walked out on the balcony, not carrying who saw me. "One your terms. Never once since you broke my heart as it been on my terms."

He lifted his hands in the air and groaned loudly. "You know that I love you."

"Love isn't enough, D. Love drives us together and breaks us apart." I brushed the back of my hand by my nose. "Go find someone you can love the way I love you."

"That's not fair." He was almost screaming as he stood below me. My father would be out of his room any minute and all hell would break lose.

"Life isn't fair." I shook my head and turned to walk back inside.

"Anything you need, Izabella. I can give you anything you need from me tonight. Just ask me for it."

"No," I whispered and closed the window. I wasn't asking for a goddamn thing from him again. I couldn't. I'd hate myself more in the morning than I did standing there trying to woo him to my bed with my nakedness.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower before brushing my hair slowly as I studied myself in the mirror.

"Not enough," I whispered as set the brush down. "Or maybe too much? It doesn't matter. Neither works." I turned off the shower, realizing that the last thing I wanted to do was get soapy and wet and touch myself. I'd end up crying out his name as heat blossomed in my stomach, and I couldn't do it again. I wouldn't.

"I hate you, Demetri DeMarco." I walked into the bedroom to find the lights out.

"No you don't," he whispered roughly. "Come here and stop fucking fighting me."

"Get out." I turned to face him as my breath caught in my chest.

He was laid up in my bed, his thick body bare and stretched out across my dark blue sheets. A wave of lust suffocated my ability to reason anything at the moment. I wanted him more than I wanted air, needed him more than anything else in the world.

"Come here and let's forget about everything but each other. I'm not leaving, so get over here and help me remember what it's like to be used by a beautiful woman."

I walked toward the bed and reached out, brushing my fingers over his thigh. "God, you're gorgeous. You knew I wouldn't be able to resist you once you stripped. Bastard."

"You're the bastard." He reached toward me, grabbed my arms and lifted me onto the bed.

I pressed my hands against his chest and hovered above him, not quite sure I was ready for full body contact with him. Six years. Hundreds of days of yearning that he would come back to me.

"You're thinking again." He sat up and pulled me flush against him as he groaned and slipped his hands in my hair. "Stop thinking."

"Did you take the drug?"

"What do you care?" He turned us, pressing me to the bed as he moved down and brushed his lips over my nipples. "Mine."

"Did you take the pill?" I pushed at his shoulders. "I need to know, D."

He sucked one of my breasts into his mouth and glanced up at me as I arched my back and cried out loudly. I was panting loudly by the time he released me.

"No, baby. I don't need a goddamn pill to want to tear a bed in half with you in it." He moved down my body as I reached for him.

"No. Fuck me instead." I pulled him back up my body and rolled us back over before rocking my hips to rub myself against him.

He sat up and moved back, taking me with him until his back was against the head board. He gripped my ass tightly and worked me against his thick shaft, not entering me, but causing everything but him to dissipate.

"You have no idea how many times I've fucked myself and imagined it to be you. No more Edward, Bella. No more Jonathan. Got it?"

I nodded and ran my hands over his shoulders and up his thick neck, cupping him as I leaned down to press my lips to his. He hadn't called me Bella since we were together. It meant too much for him to do it casually. No one called me Bella but him. It meant that I belonged to him alone. 

"No one but you." I licked at his mouth and continued to grind against him. "Stop teasing me and take me."

"Not yet. It's been too long. I wanna make the night last." He pulled me down for another long kiss as the friction between my thighs left me edging toward orgasm. I moaned against his mouth and rocked my hips faster.

"That's my girl. Come on me a few times and then I'll let you lick it up for us." He moved back down to bite the top of my breasts as I cried out and let my head drop back. The orgasm was incredible, the deepest valley and highest mountain I could experiencing.

"Again," he murmured against my chest and slid his hand down to open me up farther.

I whimpered as he pressed his fingers deep inside of me and rolled his tongue around my nipple. "Again like I told you to."

"Yeah, I want to." I didn't even sound like myself. How could I have forgotten how dominating, how domineering he was in bed?

"Right now." He jack-hammered my body with his thick fingers and continued to force me to rub myself against his shaft.

I released myself to the moment, knowing that I was in control of myself and everyone else that I drew into my web but the man beneath me. He alone had control over me, especially in the bedroom.

"D," I groaned his name and exploded against as he worked me hard and fast, and yet hadn't moved us past foreplay. I needed him inside of me. Deep inside of me, but there was no point in asking for it. He'd give it to me when he was good and ready.

"Good girl. Again Bella. Come again."

And I did.

Chapter 22

Audrey

My phone rang in the seat next to me as I rode in the back of a cab back to Sandra's place.

"Speak of the devil." I picked up the phone. "Hey, Sandra."

"Audrey. I hate to ask this of you dear, but Edward thinks he has the killer coming by tonight. Some guy called about three minutes ago that fits the vocal matter of the killer who picked up Jenny. The guy asked for you, which isn't usually odd, but I'm a little concerned this time. You can honestly say no to this if-"

"I'll be there in five minutes. I'll do it. I cared about Jenny, and I care about the other girls. If I can help stop this tonight, then I'm in." I glanced out the window as my pulse spiked. I was going to cut the bastards legs out from underneath him for what he did to Jenny. Helping gain the confidence of the Castaletta crew was just another added bonus.

"Alright. See you soon." Sandra's voice was pinched with what I had to assume was nervousness. She treated us like her children and obviously didn't want any of us hurt. The sun had already set behind the clouds and it was close to eight by the time the cabbie pulled up in front of the house.

"Here you go, ma'am. It'll be forty-three dollars." He turned and smiled at me. "You a hooker?"

I chuckled and gave him a fifty. "Amongst other things. Keep the change."

He waved and thanked me as I jogged up the stairs and walked into the house. Several girls were playing a board game in the living room and Sandra was standing by Edward in the middle of the hall.

"I'm here. Let's get me wired up and stuff." I walked past them. "Sandra, can you get me a new outfit to wear? One that isn't too tight up top? I need to have movement in case I have to swing at the guy." I pulled off my shirt and slipped my shorts over my hips.

"Now listen," Edward started as he walked into my room, but stopped short as I stood there in a skimpy bra and a pair of see-through panties. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry."

"Get in here and stop being a prude. Put the wire on me. We don't have time for this." I was barking out orders like I would during a sting operations. I needed to chill the fuck out, but I couldn't help myself. Tonight was the night.

"Alright. Shit. I just didn't mean to barge in with you half naked." He moved toward me and kept his eyes on my face.

"I'm impressed." I reached up to wipe what looked like mustard from the side of his mouth.

"Why?" He quickly wired me up and was careful enough not to graze my breast or touch too much skin in the process.

"Most guys would have taken the time to check me out or accidentally touched this or that." I turned around to let him finish strapping the wire around my side.

"Oh, I want to. Let's not play me to be an innocent here. That's damming for the future. I'm just trying to respect you, like I do every girl in the house."

"You've never slept with any of them?" I glanced over my shoulder, kinda liking the way he blushed when he was nervous.

"I've slept with most of them. I'm a guy in my mid-twenties and I don't date." He gave me a cute smile, and even though his answer turned me off, the way he said it had me chuckling under my breath.

"How's this?" Sandra walked in with a blue miniskirt and sleeveless white top.

"Perfect." I walked toward her and got dressed quickly before running a brush through my hair and putting on a little bit of perfume. "Good enough?"

"I'd pay top dollar to watch you take that all back off." Edward winked at me and groaned as Sandra popped him in the stomach.

"Alright. Dear God, please me careful out there tonight. I'm never going to get over loosing Jenny. I joined up with this ring of the mafia because we were supposed to be about beauty, the illusion of love and sex. Nothing related to death or loss." Sandra reached out and brushed my hair on both sides. "Promise me?"

"I will be." I had a hundred things I wanted to say to her, but none of them would bring Jenny back, or stop her suffering.

"Let's go. He should be here already." Edward reached out and grabbed my hand. "Remember to not talk into the mic and to act as normal as you possibly can."

"Right. Give me the tracker." I extended my hand as we reached the front door.

He dropped the small white pill onto my palm. "Be safe and know that I'll be right behind you, okay?"

"Where's D? Izzy?" I glanced around. "I'm surprised they're not here."

"I've been trying to get a hold of D, but his phone is off. We'll get him. But don't worry. I got this, okay?" Edward touched the side of my face and smiled as a car honked outside. "He's here."

"Perfect. See you soon." I turned and almost walked into Marco Castaletta. We'd yet to meet, but I knew his profile and every shitting thing he'd gotten wrapped up in from studying the Castaletta's for so fucking long.

"Sorry," he mumbled and moved past me. "Edward. You ready?"

"Yeah. Have you seen Demetri? Was he out at the mansion?"

I closed the door and walked down the stairs. Their discussion over D was irrelevant. I trusted Edward to come after me the minute we left. The fact that he had a badass like Marco with him had me feeling even more of a sense of relief. They wouldn't let anything happen to me, nor would I fail them.

I could handle myself and my own shit. Period.

"Hi there." I got into the car and buckled up as the cute guy in the driver’s seat gave me the once over.

"You're not at all what I expected, Julie." He winked and pulled away from the curb.

"I'm Audrey, but you can call me anything you want." I ran my fingers down the side of his arm and purred my words. How the fuck he knew my real name was beyond me. It had to be a coincidence.

"Sure. Whatever, baby." He patted the seat beside him. "Scoot closer. I wanna pet your pussy while we ride out to my warehouse. You've been quite a bad girl, but I like that about you. You know who I am?"

I almost swallowed my tongue at his request, but I moved toward him.

He reached for my thigh, running his strong fingers down the top of my legs and pressing down hard to slide them toward my inner thigh. The delicious pleasure of his tough was terrifying.

"No," I whispered breathlessly. "Sure you do, Julie. How long have you been studying us? Come on, baby. You know who I am."

"What do you want from me?" I had to feign terror, though it was easy. I was terrified at how badly I needed a man to touch me intimately and how well the bastard beside me was doing it, but fear dying? No. Never.

"Everything. I want you to come join me." He brushed his knuckles over my mound and growled softly. "Someone wants to play. You like idea of coming over to the dark side, Julie?"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Spread your legs a little wider and I'll explain myself fully."

I glanced up at him. "No."

He laughed. "You girls are so cute playing like you don't want what you came for. Don't be liked that." He pushed at my thigh roughly. "Open up and I'll keep talking. Come on, baby. This is what they pay you for. You didn't know that?"

"Madame Gizelle?" I stifled a groan as he slipped his fingers under my panties and petted me softly.

"No baby." He jerked the car to the side of the road and grabbed me roughly, tearing my shirt and ripping at the wire on my chest.

I screamed and smacked him in the face as he threw it out the window.

"Much better." He grabbed my arm and pulled hard, forcing me to turn a little as he squeezed his thick muscular arm around my shoulders, pinning my back against his side as he started to drive again. "The FBI, Julie. They don't give a shit about you, baby. You're just a casualty to them... bait really."

I pulled from him and moved to the other side of the car. "Let me out, Thomas. I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands."

"Mmmmm talk dirty to me some more." He reached over and pawed at my side. "Come closer. I know you’re wet. I could feel it. Come on, pretty girl. I won't tell anyone. You don't have to either. We just fuck around a little and no one would have to know."

I reached for the door handle and pulled hard, realizing it was locked from the outside. "Let me out. I'm not who you think I am."

"You're not? Oh, I really do believe you are Julie Parker, the one and only sister of Lucas Parker. Such a stupid bastard if you ask me." He pulled the car into a parking spot by the docks and reached for me, grabbing my hand and yanking hard as he got out of the car.

I fought as best I could, kicking and screaming before he threw me over his shoulder. I needed to calm myself down. I was there for a purpose. Just because he knew who I was didn't mean shit. The Castaletta's didn't know, nor would they.

"Put me down, Thomas. I'll walk away and say you dropped me on the side of the road." I clawed at his back as hard as I could as I continued to kick.

"I don't mind the nail marks, but if you hit my nuts with your feet, you're gonna be licking and sucking on them until your belly's fully of my jizz. Catch my drift, bitch? I'm a horny bastard. I'll use you over and over until you don't know what it's like to be left alone. Stop fucking with me. You wanted this shit... now you get it."

I went limp, truly believing that he was the horrible bastard that he said he was.

"Good girl." He patted my ass softly and pushed the door open to the warehouse. "Hey boys... I'm gonna go enjoy our little Audrey and then I'll bring her out to see who wants seconds."

"That's the bitch that scared up my dick." Derrik stood up and screamed his accusation toward me.

I lifted my head as my heart sank. The windows to the office behind them showed someone curled on in a ball, shaking violently with blood covering the blankets that half covered him. He glanced up and I let out a soft cry.

Freddy Castaletta.

"Don't worry, pretty girl. They're not going to do anything about your cutting up Derrik's cock. He needed someone to cut him down to size anyway. He's always talking about his fucking wiener anyway. Shit was getting old." He brushed my shirt up over my ass and rubbed his fingers over my center, pressing against my panties tightly. "I'm gonna enjoy this. You come like a fountain? One of the guys in the agency said you did."

"What?" My stomach turned upside down. Were there rats at the agency? Surely not. The cops, yeah, but not the FBI. We had rules and double checks and triple checks. No fucking way.

"You heard me, sweet thing." He walked through a darkened hallway and kicked open a door, flipped on the light and dropped me on a small black bed in the center of the room. "You know, as long as you've been after the Castaletta's, you'd think a smart girl like you would have offered yourself up to help us out. We could have worked together."

Him knowing anything intimate about the last two years of my life was enough to leave the room spinning. Where I could take a physical beating like a champ, a mental one would quickly disarm me.

"Does Adam know that you're tearing the Castaletta clan apart? I don't think he would be too happy with knowing that you're starting small fires that are going to quickly escalate into a massive flame. A flame that he's going to have to put out." I crab-crawled up the bed and he moved on to it.

"No, he doesn't know yet, but when he finds out, he's going to be thrilled with all I've done." He reached me and forced me to put my back to him before he pressed me against the wall and ran his hands down the front of my body. "He's going to be so happy to hear that we have his little brother all safe and sound."

"Adam has a brother? No, that's wrong. He's an only child." I pushed back, gaining enough space to bolt off the bed and moved into the corner. I got in a fighting stance, quite sure that I could fuck him up enough to get out of the room. The rest would be tricky, but it was worth a try.

He laughed. "You shouldn't believe everything you read in the story books, Julie." He walked toward me menacingly. "Did you know that Adam's daddy and Joe Castaletta used to be really good friends."

"Yes. I knew that." I swung at him, connecting hard with the side of his face and sending him backward.

"Ouch. That hurt, you bitch."

"Then stay the fuck back." I growled loudly and put up my fists again.

"They were close friends because of Joe's wife. She grew up and fell out of love with her high school sweet heart." He winked. "A mister Terrance Cooper."

"And?" I needed to keep him talking. Fuck him for messing up the wires, though it might have been a blessing in disguise. Now I could share with the Castaletta's what I wanted to share... and keep the rest of myself.

"And in a rough spot in Joe and Vivian's marriage, oh about twenty-five years ago, Terrance came out to talk business with Joe, and he and Vivian had a lovely afternoon fucking the shit outta each other. They parted ways, both of them promising never to say a word about it, but guess what? The lovely Don's wife couldn't keep the lie up when she realized she was pregnant. She so had to spill." He clapped and laughed loudly. "Don't love it? Freddy isn't the bastard child of Vivian and some poor idiot, but of Vivian and the great Terrance Cooper. Now Adam doesn't know, but he will soon."