The Killer (Bad Boys) (3 page)

Two hours later, I still hadn’t decided what to tell her. I’d had the family doctor come and take a look at her. His advice was that she wasn’t suffering physically, but she had amnesia. His suggestion, do not force her memory, let it come to her naturally. The situation to say the least is fucked up.

I just offed this girl’s dad in front of her, and hours later she’s giving me the sweetest smiles and acting as though we’re lovers. I’m not quite sure about that last, she hasn’t done anything overtly sexual, but there’s a vibe there that I know spells fucking trouble.

To top it all off, she wasn’t making it easy. I think this might be her natural way, this light, carefree, almost bubbly personality. But each time she touched my hand, or ran her fingers through my hair, my dick took notice.

I hadn’t really planned on finding a woman in the middle of this chaos, and the circumstances of our meeting wasn’t conducive to a healthy relationship.
And what the fuck am I thinking?

I’ve never had time for the whole settling down, let’s get serious bullshit. I figured after my stint in the Navy was over, to get ma off my back, I’d find some nice, unassuming type and settle down, have a few kids.

There’s nothing unassuming about Natalia. “Are you sure I can’t help? I think I know how to do this.” We’re in the kitchen cooking, or more to the point, I’m cooking.

I put her on a stool at the breakfast bar to sit and watch
, or do whatever she feels. “You can watch this time, next time we’ll let you have a go okay?”

She nodded enthusiastically and popped the carrot stick I
passed her, into her mouth.

We had a nice quiet dinner, well not exactly; she’s a talker. She asked me about a million different things at once, some of them more difficult than others. As the evening wore on, I was becoming more and more drawn under her spell.

At the back of my mind was a flashing warning sign. Danger, Do Not Enter. But every time she smiled at me with her bright eyes, I felt my resolve weaken more and more.

“Gianni, I don’t mind not having all my memory back as yet, the doctor says it’ll come in time; but I hate that I don’t remember how we met.” She frowned into her glass of juice and I held my breath waiting.

For the last forty-five minutes it was like I was in an alternate universe. Gone was the blood and gore of the past twenty-four hours, to be replaced by her laughter and teasing touches. It was hard to hold onto the memory that I’d just killed a man not three hours ago.

Now here I am, in my family’s kitchen, with a beautiful woman, who, the more that I’m exposed to her, the more I want her, but know I can’t have her. It would be all kinds of fucked up to go there.

Besides
, I can’t go there now; I’ve got shit to do. My family still has one more enemy out there; I don’t have time for pussy.

“It’ll come to you sweetheart, just give it time.” And that worried the fuck outta me too. The fact that now she’ll have to relive it again. Hopefully I’ll be there when it happens, to shield her as much as I can from the pain.

I’d sent her to my room when we first arrived earlier, because it was easier to sleep with her next to me to keep an eye on her. Now with this new turn of events I wasn’t sure what the fuck I should do. I’m pretty sure it’s not an act to facilitate her escape, and even if it was, there’s no way she’s getting off the estate.

She took the question out of my hands when it was time to go up for bed. Shit, I hadn’t thought of clothes and shit for her. I didn’t want to go through mom’s clothes, or one of my sisters’ stuff and find her something. Tomorrow we’ll have to go shopping. But what was I supposed to do tonight?

In the end, I settled on one of my tee shirts from college. She smelt it and rubbed the softened material against her cheek. There was absolutely no reason for it, but that shit made my cock jump. Strange fucking phenomena. I’m not realty into the sappy, moonlight walks and sweet kisses under the stars bullshit.

When it comes to fucking, I like it hard, deep and dirty as fuck. Any woman fucking around with me better be able to take the dick. I pride myself on my length and my size; the shit is legendary.

Almost cost the career of one of the only female CPOs in the navy. She wanted to fuck, I was horny as fuck after being on a job for three weeks in the jungle heat of Central America and I had no attachments elsewhere.

We fucked for two and a half days straight, it didn’t matter one fuck to me that she was a few years older, she was hot and she was available. At the time, those had been the only requirements. Too bad someone had seen us leaving the hotel together.

She’d had a time of it talking her way out of that one, but in the end, both our careers were saved. That was the one and only time I’d been that fucking stupid when it came to my career.

“Natalia…” I started to tell her that I’ll take her to another room, but when she turned and looked at me with that enigmatic smile of hers, I caved. She was like an affectionate puppy when she came to bed and attached herself to my side. How the fuck was I supposed to do this shit? A callous prick would just fuck her and be done with it. I wasn’t quite there yet.

I laid awake for the longest time
, after she’d fallen asleep with her head on my chest. Things were coming together; in less than twenty-four hours I’d taken care of the traitors to my family, all except one.

I’d
put a lot of things in motion to seal up any breaches that might have existed after the hit. But a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and until I found the Judas in the midst, I won’t be able to rest easy, won’t be able to bring the others out of hiding yet.

I was jarred back to the here and now by her soft moans, and her leg moving to cover my lower half. Well fuck! My dick, which seemed to stay hard around her, didn’t need any more encouragement. I tried holding myself still and hoping she’d settle down. She was asleep, thank fuck, but this was torture.

Her hair smelt like coconut and vanilla, and her body was so soft next to mine. Well not exactly next to. She was practically on top of me at this point. Once she settled down I was able to breathe easy again. We’re gonna have to find other arrangements tomorrow night. I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to go through this shit one more night.

One more day spent trying to ferret out the culprit, with no results. I’d left Natalia in the care of my old nurse. She was a trusted family member, after years of looking after us kids. When the last of us had outgrown the need for her, she’d been kept on as an assistant for my mom.

She hadn’t asked any questions, by now she knew that was a no-no. She was also privy to
some of the shit that has been going on, and was only too happy to be of help in anyway she could.

Natalia wouldn’t let me leave without a kiss goodbye, which only complicated my shit farther. Now I’m missing her while I should be concentrating on the shit I was doing.
Not only that, but her kisses left me wanting a hell of a lot more than her tongue in my mouth.

I should’ve known that my penchant for calling her by the Italian derivative of her name was a huge warning sign. I don’t think I’d ever done that shit before. Somehow it felt like I was staking a claim or some shit. For fuck sake Gianni it’s just a name, don’t be such a bitch.

I headed back to the estate after calling her five or six times in five fucking hours. Between running down leads on who the rat could be, and making sure my family was okay, my mind kept drifting back to her.

“Gianni, what did I usually do during the day? I feel like I should be doing something.” She had plopped her fine ass down in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I wasn’t exactly prepared for all the questions that might crop up, and I wasn’t going to lie to her. Neither did I want to say or do anything that might harm her in some way.

“You don’t have to do anything babe.” I kissed the lips that she held up to me, feeling guilty; I did notice the guilt wasn’t as bad as the first time she did that. Was she always this affectionate before? That thought, for some reason, pissed me off. It got me thinking abut her life before me.

Who was she? What kind of girl had she been? And worst of all, had there been a man in her life. That one most of all made my gut burn. The more time I spent with her, the more
I wanted.

“Maybe we should take you shopping.” I remembered that she had no clothes. I’d had to trash the ones she’d been wearing since they were covered in blood. She’s been wearing my old sweats and tees.

I guess like every other female, she was into that shit because as soon as I said the words she was up and running. “Come on let’s go.” She pulled on my arm until I stood with her, all excited about a shopping trip.

I took her in and out of every designer store they had in the little shopping center. All I knew about the place is that the women in my family shopped there, and it was expensive as hell.

I had some serious moments of guilt mixed in with pure lust and joy. Had we met under different circumstances, I could’ve gone for her. She was sweet, and affectionate, and she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off me. If not for the specter of her memory returning, I probably would’ve fucked her by now.

But I’m not exactly an animal; I couldn’t justify taking that kind of advantage of her. Though being locked away in the house, just the two of us, might be asking for trouble.

I hadn’t told the guys about her condition and had no intentions on doing so. My family knew I had taken her, but that’s all I’d told them. As head of the family my deci
sions were not to be questioned, just backed by the others.

With the masterminds behind the hit taken care of, I could do what needed to be done from the estate, at least for the next little while.
It shouldn’t take much to shore up the organization since it was already in good standing.

Grandpa had ru
n a tight ship, but he’d been known for his fairness, and his men had stayed true and loyal over the years; even the offspring of some who’d been with him from the beginning. At least that part of my job was easy.

After our little shopping marathon I took her to dinner; it was over the antipasti that she really let me know where her head was at. “Gianni, where are my wedding rings?”

I almost choked on a fucking olive. I realized sitting in the darkened corner of that restaurant th
at I was at a crossroads. Why the fuck this shit would happen to me in the middle of the fuckery that had become my life? I’d never know. I didn’t have time to think, so I went with my gut.

“They’re at the jewelers being cleaned.” What the fuck Gianni are you insane? She seemed relatively pleased by my answer and I got another one of her kisses. Only this time, I was the one to prolong it. I held her head in my hand and opened her mouth under mine with my tongue.

She sucked it in and pretty soon we were in a deep lip-lock
, while the music played softly in the background and the drone of other customers’ voices flitted in and out.

By the time I came up for air
, I was hard as a fucking rock, and she wasn’t doing too much better. She seemed to be happiest when I was touching her in some way, so I kept her hand in mine rubbing my thumb back and forth over her hand.

In the back of my mind was the thought that this was a bad fucking idea, but I squashed that shit. I had some hard choices to make, and there wasn’t any time to do it in.

I consoled myself and yes, justified my actions, by telling myself that rejection might be more damaging to her right now. Yeah right Gianni, that’s why you had your tongue half way down her fucking neck.

Life was a fucking mess to put it mildly. I was supposed to retire from the navy, grandpa was supposed to live for at least another twenty, thirty years, and then I could take over.

But none of that had happened and wasn’t about to change.

In between making calls to her all-day and trying to run down the fuck who’d set my family up, I’d done a little digging into her background.

I knew that she was an honor student at
the Ivy League school she attended, that she spent summers with her dad and that her mother was gone. In essence I’d made her an orphan. I was all she had; why that thought made my heart trip like a little bitch was anybody’s guess.

Dinner was a fucking trial, between long sighing looks, and intermittent kisses over our dishes of pasta and Chicken Parmesan; I made the decision to let shit go as it may. We were both adults, at this moment she was interested. If that changed when her memory returned well then
, I’ll just have to deal with it.

With the decision finally settled in my mind, I was free to relax and enjoy her. She was a talkative little thing; for someone who didn’t have much of a memory left
, she was sure full of questions and chatter.

I answered all her questions, which thank fuck, were vague and had more to do with the mundane than anything really profound. In the car on the way home she laid her head on my shoulder and took my hand. I saw the look that passed between Damien and Antonio but I didn’t owe anyone any explanations
, so they could speculate all the fuck they wanted to.