Kiss Of Death: A Dark Mafia Romance

Nero

I meet Gio at the docks and stand on the wharf, watching as police swarm around a shipment on dock twelve. The sun is starting to set and they’re rigging up flood lighting to work by. It’s a massive shipping container and admittedly, they could be looking for anything, but I don’t believe in coincidences. They’re settling in for a long night, and I have two hundred grand in cocaine coming in on that boat. It’s just a matter of time before they find it. I’m out of pocket, there’s no coke to go onto the streets, no revenue for me to send to the cartel. I want to know who the fuck ratted me out.

“Call Tommy, tell him to speak to his contacts at the precinct. I want to know where they got a tip-off.”

Gio walks away from me, phone already in hand. Meanwhile, I call Jackson because I’m pretty sure I know exactly who it is. “Boss.”

“I have a job for you…”

As soon as I step into my apartment, I see George sitting down right outside the gym. When I open the door, I’m greeted with Tommy’s cry of pain followed by Una’s laugh. She’s on the floor and he’s on top of her, his hands braced on either side of her small body. He’s topless and she’s wearing workout pants and a top that exposes her stomach. It would look intimate if she didn’t have one leg looped around the back of his neck and her hand wrapped around her ankle, choking him out. Although, he doesn’t look entirely upset with her crotch in his face.

“Tap out!” she shouts. His face has turned red and any minute now he’s going to pass out. “Aw, Tommy.” She ruffles his hair with her free hand as he loses consciousness. I’ve been trying to call him all damn day and he hasn’t answered, and now I find him here, all over Una. She collapses back on the floor, her chest heaving as Tommy’s limp body rests over her. My fuse is already burnt out today and the way her thighs are wrapped around him, his bare skin against hers… It has something hot and fast tearing through me. An irrational rage grips me, and I’m ready to shoot the fucker.

“I thought you didn’t like being touched?” Even I can hear the accusing note in my voice.

Her eyes snap open and she lifts her head. “I don’t.”

Moving forward, I kick Tommy’s unconscious body to the side. She lies on the floor while I stand over her, staring at her exposed stomach, the swell of her breasts in that skimpy top. I clench and release my fists, wanting to fuck her and fight her, preferably at the same time.

“Looks like it.” She glares back at me, lips pressing together in a tight line.

Tommy groans and slowly sits up, clutching his neck. “Fuck, Una, that hurts.” She hops to her feet and shrugs, flashing him a wink and a genuine smile. Again, I don’t like it.

I grab him by the scruff of his neck and drag him to his feet. “Where the hell have you been all day, Tommy, huh?”

His eyes go wide and his face drains of all colour. “I…uh, here, boss.”

“I called you ten fucking times.” I shove him away before I pound my fists into his face. I want to destroy everything in my damn path right now because I lost. Someone got one up on me. “Call the cops. I want to know who tipped them off about my shipment.” He nods quickly. This is the one job I entrust to him, handle the cops, know what they know. He can be their best fucking friend for all I care as long as he gets me what I want, when I damn well want it. “Now get out,” I snap. He rubs his hand over his neck, staggering towards the door. “And, Tommy… Don’t touch her again.” He nods and hurries away.

“What the fuck?” Una glares at me. When I don’t answer, she rolls her eyes and walks out. When I step out, Tommy is lingering just outside the door pulling his shirt on. Una is heading towards the living area.

“Sorry, boss. I didn’t realize…” He trails off. “I mean, it’s not…I just let her kick my ass, that’s all.”

“Stop talking. Do what I pay you for.”