Little Bird: A Why-Choose Mafia Romance (Seattle Underground)
Little Bird: Chapter 2

Damn it, this girl is going to be hard to live with. I slam the door to the SUV and make my way to the driver’s seat. The way she uttered ‘yes sir’ in there made my dick instantly hard as fucking iron.

One look at that short, curvy blond had me wanting her. That hour-glass figure with thick thighs and big tits had my cock practically begging to consume her as soon as she took the damn stage. Then her eyes locked on me and the only thing I could think about was those thick red lips around my cock with those emerald eyes staring up at me.

Then those bastards started touching her, and she rubbed her body on them and well, no one touches what’s mine and she is mine whether she believes it or not.

She’s lucky Marco didn’t see it. The cliché middle child has the short fuse temper that goes with it. Those guys would be sporting a black eye or maybe even lost a hand if he saw them touch her.

We started looking for her simply to spite Riccardo, but Enzo and Marco saw her picture and were instantly infatuated with her. They were damn near drooling over the recon photos Enzo got and wouldn’t shut up about how nice her body would feel.

Our expert hacker did all the digging on her. He’s like the human version of a bloodhound, and she was his bone.

There has never been a person or information Enzo couldn’t replace and with the sheer lack of him looking at her right now, I know he wants to put some of the more scandalous information we found to use. Don’t ask me how, but that kid even managed to replace the porn videos she’s watched and the vibrator order she placed last year.

But it was Marco’s crazy ass idea to go pick her up.

After seeing her in person, I knew he was right. I’m being pulled to her like she has her own gravitational force. Every five seconds I’m sneaking glances at her through the rearview mirror. It’s pissing me off! Women have only ever been a quick fuck, but this one is different and I already hate her for it.

Enzo is staring out the window in the backseat, too much of a gentleman to stare at her. Even though I’m sure he is daydreaming about her naked.

Chelsey, on the other hand, is fidgeting with her sweatshirt and chewing on her bottom lip, her gaze darting between us. Fuck, I can’t wait to bite that lip.

Already this girl is torturing me, and she doesn’t even realize it. It took every ounce of self control not to fuck her when that curvy body of hers pressed against mine. But I don’t pay for pussy and I certainly don’t force women to fuck me. There are plenty of men in this world who take what they please, but I have never been one of them.

Marco smirks at me with ‘told you so’ eyes and if he keeps it up, I’m going to knock that look off his face before the evening is out. Asshole.

I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white. I seriously need a shower to wash the scent of her off me before I fuckin explode. But I have a feeling this evening is far from over.

Chelsey has certainly been put through hell with a dad like David Ryan, and she has already proven she’s not going to be easy and agreeable. She’s been cooperative since her futile attempt to escape, but it’s all a facade. I’m sure the first time one of us tries to make a move, we’ll see a whole new side of fight out of her.

If Enzo’s recon was right, which it always is, she has been used as a drug runner for years. Raised to hold her own, she’s going to be a little hellion whenever she decides to show those claws. I am rarely wrong about these things. I have a gift of reading people and she’s a damn open book.

Arriving at our building, I head to the main level garage and Chelsey’s breathing quickens. She grips her sweatshirt tight like it’s a lifeline that can save her. Fear radiates off her, even though she is trying like hell to hide it.

I don’t blame her for hiding it. In this world fear gets you killed. You never show your weaknesses, and I’m willing to bet she knows that better than any of us.

Pulling into the spot closet to the elevator, I slam the SUV into park before climbing out. I want to watch her get out, and be there in case she tries anything stupid.

Marco climbs out next, shaking his head at me before opening the door for Chelsey, who leaves the car without any fight and follows me to the elevator, my brothers on either side of her.

I’m trying to be patient. They’re simply excited to have a woman in the house again, but they need to get a grip. They are like kids at Christmas with a new damn puppy.

I place my thumbprint on the scanner above the code box, and the door opens. Chelsey enters first with trepidation, followed by Marco and Enzo on either side of her, and I enter last. The elevator seems to move at turtle speed this evening. I can hear her labored breaths, feel her shifting on her feet, but I only stare at the door.

Finally, the elevator stops, opening to the kitchen. The growing tension has me ready to burst into flames. As we shuffle out Chelsey shoves past me, whipping around to face us with her arms crossed protectively over her chest. A growl forms in my chest, but I withhold it. She’s already proving to be a thorn in my side, and she already got her one free shot.

“So, it’s late and I’m nasty from work. I would like a bed and a shower please,” she snips at us, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she’s the queen of the castle.

Apparently, the meek girl from the car has found her claws and a bit more courage to go with them.

It’s going to be so fun breaking that attitude of hers. To cherry her little ass while she begs me to let her come. Oh the plans I have for you little spitfire. A smirk spreads across my face.

“Of course!” Enzo pipes up, shoving past me to get to her. “Come this way. I’ll show you your room. I’m Enzo by the way.” He gestures to her to follow him. “Your room has an attached bathroom with a soaking tub and stand-up shower. It should be stocked with everything you need.” He kindly leads her down the hall, with Marco following behind her.

Rolling my eyes, I move to kitchen island that’s well stocked with liquor and pour myself some of my favorite bourbon.

That boy is ever the caretaker and even though she is acting like a brat, he still is tending to her. He needs to watch himself. I have no doubt she’s just biding her time with us. The only things behind her eyes are fear and anger. And I know this girl will ruin us if we let her.

Taking a large drink, I welcome the burn as it slides down my throat. I have work that needs tending to before bed and after all the shit tonight, I needed this drink.

Marco walks back into the kitchen, biting his lower lip, and rubbing his hands together.

“Dude, she’s so much better looking in person!” he gawks excitedly. “Victory shots!?”

This bottle of bourbon cost me close to fifty-thousand-dollars, so he can fuck off if he thinks I’m wasting it on celebratory shots. I grab the bottle and put it away, then pin him with a cold stare.

“Oh come on man, you can’t wait to have that curvy body of hers wrapped around you like a ribbon either.” He makes the shape of her body with his hands and I roll my eyes.

“Marco, will you grow up please? She is nothing but a toy.” I grumble before downing the rest of my bourbon. It was meant to be sipped, but I can’t savor it right now. This whole situation has me tense. “Just something for us to fuck, and when we’ve had our fill, we send her on her way.”

“Fine, you want to be an ass about this, be my guest. But just know while you’re sulking, I’m going to have her screaming my name.” He laughs at me, leaving me standing in the kitchen as he marches back down the hall.

Screw him. The only name I want her screaming is mine. I could have had her in that lounge room. She was completely willing to join me on that bed, but the first time I pound her into oblivion, I want her begging me for it.

I make my way through the living room and down the hall to my office, replaceing Enzo and Marco sitting in there waiting for me.

I drag my hand over my face and sigh. “What?” I don’t know how much more shit can I take this evening before my head explodes!

Enzo stands with a stupid grin on his face. “She is set up in the guest room between your room and Marco’s. She said she has everything she needs for the evening.”

“Okay so is this a status update or did you two actually need something? The grown up here actually has work to do.” I know they’re happy she’s here, but I can’t keep the bite from my tone.

“Dude, knock it off!” Marco scoffs. “Can’t you be a little happy she’s here? I know we all get plenty of pussy from the club, but this one is ours, bro!”

I cross the room and sit down at my desk. “You two be careful with her. She’s in survival mode right now. She could start acting out at any time and don’t share too much about us. If this doesn’t work… well I don’t want to have to put her in a body bag.”

“Seriously!” Enzo pipes up in outrage.

He grew up in this world, but he is only twenty-five and still has a lot to learn. If Riccardo learns we have her, there will be fall out.

And she will share whatever information she gets to save her own skin. She has no loyalty to us and will never gain any. She’s a fucking hostage here.

Another sigh leaves my lips. “Why don’t you two go check on our guest and make sure she isn’t planning an assassination attempt on us.”

“Well, there was something…” Marco grins from ear to ear.

“Seriously Marco, you’re twenty-eight years old. I think you can figure out when is the appropriate time to try and fuck her is.” I let my irritation fill the bite in my voice.

“No, I simply need to know if you’re taking the first go?”

I roll my eyes at him. Right.

As the oldest and head of the Ramono Crime Family, I have the right to claim the first fuck.

“No, she’s all yours boys” I wave my hand at them, dismissing them from my office. The club books are not going to do themselves and Enzo will have liquor orders to place in the next day or two.

I work well into the early morning, and there’s still plenty of work that needs to get done, but I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. And I can’t keep that curvy blond out of my brain for more than a minute. Making sure the password lock is on, I power off the switch to my computer. I don’t need our little guest helping herself to my files. She could be planning to gather information for leverage. It would be a stupid plan, but desperate people will do desperate things.

Once I get to my room, I strip down to my boxers and finally make my way to bed, her scent still in my nose.

Through the wall comes the soft whimper of tears.

Fuck me, because the only thing I want to do is go over there and wrap her in my arms. Tell her she is safe here with us. That I will destroy anyone who tries to hurt a single hair on her head while she is mine, and she is mine until I decide otherwise.