Chapter 6 : Eyes on Me, Honey

TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence ADRIANO 'Aren't you Vin's little girl?' Vin Alighieri was a name that came across my ears often in the life. He was known for being an honest man, who made many decisions that, unfortunately, caught up with him. Gambling his money away, the only thing he left his daughter was his bar. Raven's father hadn't been a part of my family, but that didn't mean I hadn't heard anything about him. Having eyes and ears on the streets and within the business let me in on everything happening around me. Vin had worked for Tony. The very man who was after my docks for his art pieces. Although it wasn't his art that drew attention to his organization, it was what he smuggled within the crates. Everyone wanted to use him to hide their goods in the art pieces, but that did little good if you lacked a way to move it. My organization was known for its docks and international shipping. We ran what went out and what came in. Everything went through my fingertips, and I was made aware of everything happening. People made deals with us to ship out whatever they needed. But we didn't just offer those services, we also offered loans and funding to those who were drowning in their small businesses. Seeing Raven's confused expression only told me she had no idea her father was in the 'life'. It didn't surprise me. Made-men didn't bring their business home. They tried to live their lives as normally as they could, but it always ended in heartbreak. Whether your parents argued or your father spent most of his time behind bars, something always broke a family apart when someone was involved in the 'life'. For all I knew, she thought her dad was murdered in cold blood for no reason. She was screwing with my job by knocking out my guy and making my dick hard. Damn vixen. I never signed up for her to get in my way of doing my job. She stood over the unconscious made-man, breathing heavily in her anger and pressing her nails into her palms. I had never seen her so angry yet beautiful at the same time. I needed someone like her on my side, but this wasn't helping me at all with what I needed to accomplish. Storming up to her, I growled through my clenched teeth, "We needed him to keep talking." Raven shrugged, "Well, you can ask him when he wakes up then!" Scowling at her, I seethed, "You make my life so difficult, and you've barely been in it!" "Good! I don't want to be easy like the other bitches I'm sure you're used to." Raven placed her hands on her hips. "If you're looking for an easy fuck, it's not me." Shifting my head from side to side, I cracked my neck as I let a rumbled sound of irritation emanate from my chest. Reaching out to grab her wrist, I yanked her closer and made her giggle. My fingers wrapping around her neck, pressing lightly against the sides. My movements made her lashes lower as she pressed her teeth into her plump bottom lip. I wanted to sink my teeth into her lip and suck on it. I craved to taste her blood on my tongue as my name spilled from her lips. Peering down through my lashes at her, her breathing picked up, and the desire running through her was unmistakable. "I didn't say I was looking for a quick fuck, did I?" Her sweet perfume, the way she looked at me like she wanted to fuck me, along with her hips pressing hard against mine, made my cock throb between my thighs for her. I never wanted to yell at my dick more than I did now for wanting to toy with the brat in front of me. "Are you sure about that? Your hard dick on my thigh says otherwise." Raven tilted her head with attitude, making a growl leave between my teeth. "Who said it was from you? Maybe I get off on adrenaline." I replied with a smirk as I pulled her body closer, running my tongue across my teeth. She ran her gaze down to my lips and back up to my eyes, pressing her thigh between my legs to tease my throbbing cock. Groaning, I brought my lips closer to hers with carnal need. Her hands ran up my suit coat, and she grabbed the lapels, running her boot along the inside of my inner calf, causing her thigh to caress my cock more. Fuck, she was going to kill me. Raven tilted her head to the side, teasing me, torturing me, and playing me. Running my hand up her throat to press against the underside of her chin, I tilted her head back to run the tip of my nose and lips along the side of her neck. She trembled in my hands as my lips lingered on her skin, trailing faint lines up to her ear. "You're going to kill me," I whispered against her ear in a low, rough tone. "Not if you kill me first," she whispered back, making me growl again. Pulling away from her ear to run the pad of my thumb along her painted bottom lip, I traced and smeared her dark lipstick and took pride in it. I wanted to watch her leave lipstick stains on my skin, marking me as hers with her lips. A groan interrupted us, and I shoved her away, making her fall into a booth with her breasts rising and falling with harsh breaths and her legs sprawled out. Her short dress pooled around her hips and made me famished for her. Leaving me wanting to take her right there and make her scream my name, so everyone knew who she belonged to. Craving to say screw it to everything else and have my underboss, Romeo, deal with it so I could show her who had the upper hand. Raven's jet black hair was a mess, her lipstick was smudged, and I needed to fuck it up more. Left as a man starving to fall to their knees at her feet, to run their hands along her thighs, and yank her down to tease between her legs. My damned soul craved her fingers in my hair, gripping and tugging on it while her thighs clamped down around my head as she arched her back. Her screams of ecstasy as she suffocated me in front of the whole restaurant. Another whine brought me back to reality, as I realized there was still a man I had to speak with. I had become lost in Raven to the point I had forgotten what I had been doing before. A common issue since she had burst into my life. "Alright, now that you're awake, I have some questions for you." I sat across from one of Tony's Capos, who was barely hanging onto his consciousness. I needed him awake if I wanted answers, and right now, it wasn't going my way. "Dragon?" "Yeah, boss?" Dragon peered over at me from pocketing his blade. "Hold Raven back from ruining it again. I'll deal with her later in the SUV." Staring at Raven, she mocked me in a tone that was supposed to mimic mine. "Oh… big bad snake is gonna deal with me later in the SUV," Raven teased in a low voice. Snapping my fingers, Dragon placed his knife against her throat to shut her up. She pressed against it more, peering at me with desire burning in her eyes. "I told you, I'm into it." Dragon scowled at her in irritation, gripping her shoulder harder. "Shut up unless you want me to have Ripper sew your mouth shut." "Shouldn't he be known for ripping out stitches instead of making them?" She stared at me with an amused expression. Turning my attention back to the Capo of my enemy, I did my best to ignore her. "What did you come here to say about the docks?" "You mean besides the fact that Tony wants a piece of them?" The Capo spit blood from his lips, irritating me. "Besides that. Everyone wants the docks. That's not news to me. I need more than that from those pretty little lips of yours." Intertwining my fingers on the table, I let my signet ring catch the light. My grandfather gave the ring to my father, who had passed it down to me. It had a long history and was a part of me. I never left the house without it. "Look, I told you that Tony wants to meet up with you. I don't know anything else." I knew he was hiding something by the way his voice faltered, but I wasn't going to give it up. Placing my hands on the table, I pushed myself to my feet. "Shame. I wanted to like you." "What are you talking about?" I had him good; his heart was racing now. "You were doing so well, telling me about the docks… about him wanting to meet up with me." I paused beside him for a moment. "You were doing so good." "Wait, I told you what I know. I swear it." The man begged with me, knowing where this was headed. Raven's eyes followed me while I slowly wandered around to the stand behind the booth. Locking my gaze with hers, I mouthed, 'Eyes on me, honey.' Running my fingers along the guy's hair, I gripped the strands, yanked his head back, and pulled out my blade. Hesitating, I let the sharp edge linger against his skin. Raven stared at me with wonder-filled eyes, trying to calculate what I would do next. Smirking, I quickly slid the blade across the guy's throat, slicing it open. Blood sprayed from his neck all over the table, ruining the white tablecloth. The crimson liquid crawled along the fibers, staining it as the metallic scent filled the air and melded with the warm, comforting fragrance of home. It took Raven a mere moment to open her mouth and complain. She didn't take the time to savor the masterpiece I had created like I had. She blacked it out, somehow able to forget it had even happened. "What about the bod—" Yanking her from Dragon, I took her to the black SUV in the parking lot behind the restaurant. Crashing pans and sizzling food echoed around us as we walked through the bustling kitchen. The warm scent of shrimp, meat, and sauces encircled us and made my mouth water. I was starving and couldn't remember the last time I had eaten something. "Seriously? You're just going to leave the damn dead guy there again for someone else to clean up?" She flailed her hand out to argue about how I didn't clean up my mess. "How it works, honey." Winking at her, an annoyed sound left her clenched teeth. "You can't just yank me around like your personal ragdoll," she argued and pulled her arm from my grasp. She crossed her arms and stayed put with an infuriatingly cute pout, causing me to stop. "Damnit, woman." Sighed, I reached up to pinch the bridge of my nose. "I can make my own decisions," she said. "You're with us now whether you like it or not." I gave her an unamused expression, letting a strand of my dark hair fall in front of one of my eyes. Her teeth ran along her bottom lip, and again, I wanted to bite it. "Motherfucker," she screamed at me. Quickly grabbing her, I hoisted her over my shoulder. She kicked her boots and punched my back with her fists. Raising my hand, I smacked her along the lower curves of her behind, making her gasp and bite back a moan. I knew exactly what it did to her. The cacophony of vibrations across her rounded behind and between her thighs drew her closer and closer to the precipice. The sensation didn't last long because she began to scream and kick again, fighting for me to put her down when all I wanted to do was hear her moan again from my hand or, better yet, my paddle.