Falling for the Killer: A Dark Possessive Mafia Romance, B.B Hamel [good story books to read .TXT] 📗

She stood up suddenly and walked across my living room. I watched her carefully, ready to spring up if she decided to make a run for it. I didn’t know what I’d do—force her to stay with me, plead with her not to go, maybe something worse. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I didn’t want to hurt her, not matter what happened.

“I don’t know,” she said and started chewing on her fingernails then seemed to stop when she noticed herself doing it. “God, I’m a mess, aren’t I?”

“You have every right to be.” I didn’t know where I had all this patience. I’d never felt like this for a woman before, much less for a girl I’d met only once before. That sex was incredible, but we’d barely shared more than a few words and yet I felt like I couldn’t let her walk away. I felt like this girl meant more to me than I’d ever realize, and if I passed up on this chance then something like it would never come around for me again.

I didn’t have an easy life. I didn’t come from money like her, and I sure as hell didn’t have future prospects. I was a violent gangster because it’s all I’ve ever known, even as a young man running around the streets of South Philly with a dead dad and a drunk mom and an abusive piece of shit stepfather named Jerry. I turned to drugs and fucking and drinking and stealing, and slowly turned into a monster.

But Ash, she was still pure. Spoiled and rich, but still pure. I saw it in the way she didn’t want to moan, the way she controlled herself while I fucked her and brought her to a leg-shaking, back-arching orgasm. That level of control came from years and years of repression, some deep-seated shit. She was going to marry some piece of shit because her family wanted her to, and I could only begin to imagine what sort of pressure she felt.

This baby must’ve been a nightmare for a girl like her. And yet to me, it felt like heaven, and a chance at something good for once in my miserable, piece of shit life.

All I had to do was show her that she’d be happier with me.

“One night,” she said, glaring at me over her fingers. She let out a sigh and started chewing on her thumb. “But no sex, and if you try then I’m running out of here as fast as I can.”

“No sex,” I said. “I promise.”

“Good.” She hesitated and looked around. “Where’s this extra room?”

“Right this way, my lady.”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled and followed me. I took her upstairs and showed her the guest room. It was pretty sparse: bed, dresser, nightstand, TV, and nothing else. “Bathroom’s in the hall,” I said as she sat on the edge of the bed and bounced a little. “Sheets and everything are clean. I’ll leave some towels for you next to the shower.”

“Thanks,” she said.

“Want me to stay?” I asked. “We can talk more, if you want. I’m curious about you.”

She looked down at her hands and ran her thumbs around each other in quick little circles. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, looking up. “I thought a guy like you would—” She cut herself off and shook her head.

I let out a soft chuckle. “Guy like me?” I asked.

“Mafia,” she said. “Is that for real? I mean, are you really in the mob?”

“I work for a family that engages in certain illicit activities,” I said slowly. “If that makes me part of a mafia—”

“Which it definitely does,” she said.

“—then yes,” I said, “I am.”

We watched each other in silence. I could almost see the thoughts pinging around her brain, wondering if she was safe or if she should get away. I was sure she was having some second thoughts right about now, but she only shook her head again and leaned back on her hands.

“I’ll stay here,” she said. “I think I just want to try to go to sleep if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’m right down the hall if you need me.” I turned and walked to the door.

“Gian,” she said before I could leave.

I looked back at her. “Yeah?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, and sounded genuinely confused. I felt a stab of guilt and sadness right then, like the girl had never had someone be kind to her before. I thought I had it bad, but at least the Valentino family treated me right and I found some respect among the soldiers and the other Capos. We weren’t a bunch of cuddly, loving guys, but there was kindness in the family, even if that kindness was sharp and pointed and tough, at least I knew my soldiers had my back.

This girl looked like she was lost in the wilderness without a guide.

“Because you’re pregnant with my baby,” I said. “And because it’s the right thing to do. Goodnight, Ash. Get some sleep.” I shut the door and left her there to think about it.

Maybe she’d see that her family and that piece of shit Stuart weren’t worth her time. Maybe the baby would tip her in the right direction and she’d stay here with me. We could have a life, start a family, do all that shit.

Of course, that was wishful thinking.

The Adamsons would never let her go. Her father and mother would burn my house down before they let their precious daughter move in with me. They were rich and well connected, and they’d be a real fucking problem if they wanted to be.

And that guy Stuart. He was a weak little bitch, but he’d give me trouble in other ways.

Despite all that, I didn’t care. I wanted Ash, and I was going to have her and my baby, even if it wrecked my