Bambino: A Secret Baby Mafia Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants #4)
BAMBINO
A SECRET BABY MAFIA ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 4
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Bambino
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Excerpt: Rescued
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2016 by Flora Ferrari.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
BAMBINO
Nine inches in my Armani’s. Eight pack abs. Three million in the bank.
And let’s not forget about the 1200cc Italian Superbike. The one I use to run money for the most powerful crime family in the country.
Yeah, you could say I’m a numbers guy. And I’m only looking out for number one.
Until she came along.
She got caught in the crossfire. She doesn’t deserve this. And I don’t deserve her. But I want her. And I get what I want.
Now she’s given birth to my son. My blood. Our child. Our future.
Family comes first. In my world that’s everything.
And I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect my own and show them they’re everything to me. Even if I have to destroy each and every last motherfucker who stands between us.
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CHAPTER 1
Vince
It had been one hell of a night. I pulled off my helmet as I shoved open the door to an all-night gas station just off the interstate. Grab an energy drink and top up my tank. I’m in and out of here in under three minutes tops.
And that’s when I see her. She’s fucking stunning.
I notice her instantly. She’s just my type.
I was focused on getting from point A to point B before sunrise, but after seeing that gorgeous body, the fucking delivery can wait. She’s all that’s on my mind now.
More dangerous curves than a mountain pass on my Ducati Superbike. Thick thighs and an even thicker ass. I know she can handle a punishing fuck.
She’s wiping down the counter. I’m waiting for her to look up at me as I make my way up the aisle to pay. She’s whistling and wiping. Doing everything but noticing me. That never happens with girls and it’s pissing me the fuck off.
Her beautiful brown eyes finally look up. She sees I’m focused on nothing else but her. She looks away as she blushes. I smirk. She’s damn cute. Her innocent little look is doing it for me.
I feel the blood rushing to my cock. Damn, I can barely walk straight.
Her nametag says Kate. She sure looks like a good girl. I don’t think it’s an act. This could be a problem. Or maybe it could add to the fun.
Girls are always trying to act like little miss sweet innocent and pure around me. It’s just an act. I know what they want. They want to get fucked hard by a six foot five bad boy covered in tattoos who reeks of confidence and pussy. They’re texting their friends before I even have my pants back on.
But there’s no way there’s reception up in these parts of the hills. And there’s no way she has any idea who I am and what I do. Good.
“Morning,” she says with a smile. Her ponytail bounces as she says it. Her dark hair is well down her back. I can see the side of her neck. Damn, I’m ready to dive right in.
Her tits are epic are spilling out of her tank top. Damn, V. Keep it together. I set the energy drink on the counter.
“Anything else?” she says.
Fuck yeah, I want something else. Ever last inch of my cock inside you.
“Four gallons.”
“I saw you when you pulled up. Beautiful.”
I can see her staring at me. She’s either in a trance like most girls, or she’s sizing me up, like the rest of them do. There are no cracks in this armor, sweetheart. She knows it. My confidence doesn’t break, and if she tries the most she can hope for is to get bent. Over. And punished.
“The bike. It’s beautiful. I’ve never see you, I mean seen it, around here before.”
What the fuck? She’s flirting with me. Loose lips sink ships, honey, and your pouty lips are about to be wrapped around my dick if you keep this up. I can feel the energy between us. And I want to feel my cock inside her. Now.
I see the sparkle in her eye. I’ve seen it more times than I can remember, but this is different. She’s different. She’s not like the girls I usually meet. I have to know more about her.
My phone vibrates in my backpack. Fuck! There is reception up here. It’s Uncle Tony. I’ve got to take this. I put the money on the counter and grab the drink. I keep my eyes on her and turn to leave.
I can see her reflection in the glass door as I push it open. She’s hurt. The smile’s gone from her face. I leave her feeling empty and rejected. I want to leave her feeling full of my cock and spent, but not tonight. I’ve got work to do.
Family business. And family comes first.
CHAPTER 2
Kate
Trouble.
I’m not into tattoos, but this guy is so sexy that his ink only adds to his appeal. He’s tall, dark-haired, and insanely handsome.
There are a lot of bikers that stop in here, but this guy was different. We’re the only gas station in this hilly stretch, and bikers always stop after draining their tanks on the ride up. They stop, top up, and stretch their legs. Take their time. Check their maps. Not this guy. He’s on a mission. And his compass is pointing directly at me.
His gaze is
so intense I swear I can feel my panties getting wet.
But why is he staring at me?
A guy like that, he can have any girl he wants. I know I’m not ugly, but this guy can just look at a girl and seconds later she’ll be ready to jump on that beautiful bike and go home with him. And the bike won’t be the only thing she’ll be riding.
Is he looking at me because he wants to throw me over his shoulder and ride off with me into the early morning darkness?
Wouldn’t that be nice. Maybe he just thinks I look good.
It feels nice to be admired, but the intensity of his eye contact says it’s more. It’s like he’s saying, ‘You’re mine. End of story.’
It’s the way he’s looking at me. Looking through me. The way he’s fucking me with those dark eyes.
“Four gallons,” he says in a deep, sexy voice that sends goosebumps across may body. I can feel my pussy clench and I almost break eye contact. I’ve got about four gallons of my own that are ready to spill down my leg like a tidal wave.
He’s even more handsome up close. He’s chiseled like he wasn’t born, but sculpted. His jawline. Those cheekbones. And of course his muscles.
I can see the tattoos more clearly now. There are all sorts of intricate designs and scrolls. Mysterious black ink that twists and turns and blends seamlessly. He body truly is a work of art.
I hear his phone vibrate. He stays focused on me, ignoring it, but I know he heard it.
And then he’s gone. Out the door.
He had his chance and he blew it.
I put the money in the register. He hadn’t even asked for change. I guess that was nice.
And then the door jingles again. He’s back.
Had he changed his mind or just read mine? He’s back to ravish me right here in the wee hours of the morning. My thoughts quickly turn to imagining what it was going to feel like when his rough hands grab me and twist and turn over my body. How his firm grip will control and guide me, just like he did that sleek Italian masterpiece in the parking lot.
My eyes shoot to the door, ready to take in the sight of his return. But it’s not him.
“All the money, bitch!”
“The safe. Open it, now!”
“Behind the painting!”
“Don’t fuck with us. We know where it is.”
“Do it or you’re dead!”
Oh shit! Just give them the money. Don’t look at them.
My heart is racing. My palms sticky. My legs shaking.
One of the men is jabbing his gun at me. The other waving his pistol uncontrollably at everything in the store.
Their body movements are shaky and sporadic. Their pupils wild and dilated. They’re probably on meth.
I hit some keys on the register, but it doesn’t open.
“Quit fucking around!”
“The safe, bitch!”
There had only been a few customers all night. I didn’t want to open an empty safe. It might send them over the edge, and me with it.
“It’s empty!” I scream.
The man lunges over the counter, his elbow making contact with my chest. The impact takes me backwards and into the wall. I go down. My knees hit and then my head.
I don’t want to think what’s about to happen next.
CHAPTER 3
Vince
As soon as the tank was full, I mount the bike and check the message. Good-to-go. Time to put this place in the rear view.
As I pull on my helmet I see an old beater pull up right to the front door of Kate’s station. The doors fly open. Heavy metal blares from the speakers and two lunatics come bounding out. They’re flashing weapons.
Fuck! They’re going to rob her.
I beeline it for the door. I burst through the door just as one of the men elbows Kate in the chest.
Rage boils inside me.
The man closest to the door hears the jingle from the door opening. He gets about half turned around before my helmet meets his skull. His feet come clean off the ground as he goes airborne. He’s completely horizontal before his body crashes into the magazine rack.
The second man hears the commotion and turns. Too late asshole.
I grab him by the back of the neck and slide him back towards me over the counter. I push his face down hard against the cold, laminated particle board and grab the wrist of his gun hand. He’s a big guy but I’m too powerful for him. I twist his wrist and the gun releases from his grasp. Time to teach this guy a lesson about pointing guns at women.
I push his face down harder into the counter, turning it into a squashed mess.
“You like to point guns at women, you son of a bitch?”
I pick up the gun and stick it in his mouth.
“Huh? Answer me you big pussy.”
He tries to mumble something as a tear runs down his cheek.
“This is what it feels like, you disgusting fuck. You fucked with the wrong girl, and now you’re going to pay.”
I pull the gun from his mouth and drag him outside, passing his friend who is still out cold. Half on his body sprawled out on the downed magazine racks, half on the floor.
I drag him around back to the bathrooms. The sign on the door says ‘Ask Attendant for Key.’ That rules out waterboarding. He caught a break with that, but not much of one.
I proceed to kick the shit out of him. They aren’t steel-toe riding boots, but they aren’t far off. He’s out cold.
I pat him down and find his keys. I drag his body back to the car. I open the trunk and put him inside. I go back into the shop, and drag out the second guy. He joins his friend in the trunk.
I go back inside. Kate’s standing now, and she’s shaking. These pricks terrified her. The sight of her like this pisses me off so bad I consider going back outside and filling the trunk with lead. But she’s more important. I place a hand on her shoulder, and she throws her arms around me.
“You okay?”
I can feel her body shaking against mine. She just continues to hug me. Her arms are tight around me. Then she lets go and looks up at me.
“Thank you,” she said. “If you weren’t here…”
“Let’s not think about that,” I say. “Everything is okay now. You’re safe. I’m here. No one else is stupid enough to try anything. And if they do, it will be the last mistake they ever make.”
“Okay,” she says.
She wipes the tears with the back of her hands. She’s still sniffling and rattled from what happened.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry about anything.”
“I’m sorry this happened.”
“I am too, but it did, and we dealt with it. I’m glad I was here.”
“Me too,” she says. A smile creeps onto her face.
She shakes her head from side to side and takes in a deep breath before blowing it out. “I must look terrible.”
“You look fucking amazing, Kate.”
She blushes as she looks down and away.
“We should call the police.”
“We can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She looks back up at me. Confused but curious.
“I’m not the type of guy who goes to the police. I handle things on my own.”
Her look changes to nervous mixed with the adrenaline of excitement. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“No cops, Kate.”
“But you saved me. You —”
I raise a finger to her lips.
I should have been long gone, but there was no way I was leaving her alone now. Two men were missing, and there’s always a chance someone comes looking.
I’ll stay a few minutes longer. Until she quits shaking.
I need to make sure she’s alright. And to wipe out that security footage.
CHAPTER 4
Kate
Why wasn’t I scared of this guy?
He had just disposed of two armed men who tried to rob me and now he was in the back removing the security foo
tage. I had let him back there.
What was wrong with me? What was I thinking?
I wasn’t thinking. That was the problem. I was feeling. And every feeling I was having for him was primal. As primal as he had been when his instinct to protect me had kicked in.