Philippe
The store owner’s sons had moved closer. While the older one seemed hypnotised by the thrust of Ria’s full breasts under the T-shirt which clung lovingly to the swell of her youthful body, the other was looking at the Capo in earnest.
It was the younger son, his face too young for him to be anything more than a boy, who spoke up.
“I remember now!” he cried and his father turned to look at him in surprise.
” After that man came in last week, Erin was a little upset.’ piped up the younger son knowingly and Ria felt her heart sink.
Philippe was immediately onto it.
“And what did this other man look like?’ he queried in a silky tone.
The young boy, perhaps around fourteen or so, looked scared now, as he realised he had said something very important but Ria poked her head around the Capo’s brawny body and smiled pleadingly. The young boy’s eyes flickered appreciatively and he said,
‘He was thin, I think, wearing a black leather jacket and dark jeans. Dirty blonde hair. Ah, yes, he came in on a bike, one of those newest ones, the ones that…’
His voice died away as he saw the dark look on the Capo’s face. Gritting his teeth, Philippe said in a low voice,
‘About the man, remember?’
‘He was…kinda funny. Like he did not look at Erin in the eyes. Jerky movements, you know?’ said the turbaned man across the counter, the older son who was still staring almost mesmerised, his gaze fixed on Ria’s chest, unswerving and lewd.
The Capo moved and shut the girl beside him out of the lascivious young man’s view. The young man behind the counter jumped back a few paces as he saw the look on the Capo’s face. A look of fury, barely camouflaged.
But the object of this leering was oblivious to the little by-play between the men. Ria knew who he was describing; her brother, Paddy.
The bike, the dark clothes, the awkwardness around people and the dirty blonde hair; it was Paddy, no doubt about it.
Philippe straightened up and pushed himself away from the counter, signalling the end of the conversation. The man’s eyes widened as he noted the trail of tattoos going up the Capo’s muscular arm till his thick neck but he swallowed hard and said nothing. One of the youths had given Ria the current address for Erin Dorsey. She dimpled at the boy and they left, Philippe gripping Ria’s elbow and almost hustling her out of the store.
*
‘Hey, why are you holding my elbow? I can walk!’ snapped Ria as he all but dragged her out of the store in his hurry to get her away from the hot, covetous gaze of the young man in the store. Ria pretended to be annoyed although the feel of the big, muscular man beside her was making her feel more excited than she cared to admit.
“Stop f*cking flirting with every f*cking boy you see, Princess’ he snarled in a low tone as he gripped her waist again to help her into the high seat of the Hummer. Philippe gritted the words through his teeth, sounding like a man who was fast coming to the end of his tether and she looked at him in astonishment.
She glared down at him, a retort ready on her lips as the air between them crackled with electricity. His fingers dug into her flesh cruelly as their eyes met and duelled, her large blue-grey eyes with the long lashes that swept down her plump cheeks when she was smiling, his hot, angry black gaze, like deadly lasers, branding her and she lashed out in annoyance, suddenly feeling hot and bothered as his eyes went to the full breasts pushing out through the material of her simple T-shirt, the large globes almost in his face. He could make out the top of her lacy bra where the soft swell of her fleshy breasts was peeking out invitingly.
‘Hey, you big brute! Just stop doing that!’
Philippe’s dark eyes slid to her waist where the red imprints of his hands were evident. Her cropped T-shirt had ridden up, and her firm stomach peeped out, a wide area of white skin that made him want to sink his teeth into the softness, to hear her scream out. His fingers had dug into her flesh as he warred with his desires.
F*ck, he thought furiously, if she kept on smiling and batting her lashes at every male around, reducing them to horny beasts, he would stop the vehicle somewhere and f*ck the hell out of her, Boss’s daughter or not. The girl was making his c*ck harden painfully and he needed to release his desire. And FAST! Maybe he should get one of the Club whores to pleasure him, he thought desperately.
Controlling himself with an effort, he slammed the door harder than necessary and knew she was staring after him, open-mouthed. He then strode round to his seat, climbing in with one agile leap, his big body betraying his barely concealed anger as he moved.
*
Ria smiled to herself. She settled herself in her seat comfortably and shot the large, glowering man beside her a quick, subtle look. Her eyes went inadvertently to the large bulge in his trousers and she felt a wave of heat coursing through her. But she sat primly as he breathed heavily and the large vehicle shot out onto the street, his men following him closely.
“Oh ho. So the Great Capo is jealous?’ she thought gleefully, a wicked smile playing on her full lips. That would teach him to f*ck other women and then look at her with his hot eyes.
Philippe, my friend, she thought with a grin, You are so dead…
His harsh voice broke into her reverie as he snarled, tortured beyond control,
“The f*ck are you smiling about, Princess?’
Turning her head, she pouted fiercely at him as he swerved the Hummer expertly and they crawled up the road to the address given by the youth in the store.
He looked angry enough to burst a vein, she thought happily but the desire to goad him, to make him feel the same need that she was feeling, made her toy with him some more.
Ria said, taunting him,
‘Look you might be Pappa’s Capo and all that. But if I want to smile and flirt with boys close to my age, I damn well will. Philippe, you are NOT my keeper so get that through your thick head.’
The Hummer came to an abrupt halt and she almost flew out of her seat. Ria turned to look at him, astonishment and anger warring in her large eyes, the grey having darkened to a stormy black.
He scowled at her darkly, leaning closer towards her and she could see the fine specks of brown in his eyes, the dark stubble on his cheeks. She could feel his breath on her as he moved in, so close that if she inclined her neck, she could kiss his full lips.
‘Mouthy aren’t we.’ he growled and the air crackled again with the intensity of their feelings. His hot gaze moved to her plump, moist parted lips and she felt as though he had touched her.
Ria had turned around in her seat to face him, glaring furiously, belligerently and unconsciously, the seat belt draped across her shoulders had stretched dangerously, causing it to emphasise the large breasts that were now clearly outlined against the thin material of her T- shirt.
She was also breathing faster, her chest heaving and it took the Capo all his willpower not to stop the vehicle right there and take her the way he wanted, rough and hard, tear off that blasted cropped T- shirt and feast on those luscious-looking tits. To bite those juicy red lips and make her beg. Wanted to tie her to the bedposts and make her scream while he rode her, like breaking a wild filly.
Oh, yes. He was a lover who could last for a long time and he knew how to make a woman beg while crazed for release.
Little Ria had no idea of the monster within him.
The object of his desire shifted slightly, as she slowly became aware of the tight control he was exerting over his emotions. A slow flush stained her cheeks and she moved back, shrinking into her seat, eyes moving away.
The Capo released his breath harshly.
Then he grunted his face lightening as he brought his emotions under control again.
‘Fasten your seat belt then, Pappa’s little girl.’ he said in a mocking undertone.