All Chapters of The Butcher - A Mafia romance : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

It was my first time back in that apartment, and I was glad it would be my last.I would face a penalty for breaking my year-long lease, but I didn’t give a damn. Like hell would I ever be able to sleep in that apartment again. I had good memories with Bastien, because we’d slept together for the first time in my bed, because we’d shared a pizza at my dining table one evening, fucked on the couch when he stopped by for a quick hookup. But that wasn’t enough to make me want to stay, not when I could be with Bastien every day.The boxes were still everywhere, some tipped over from when the men had broken in and pushed them aside. I only had a few essentials left, some of my clothes and shoes and other accessories I used every day.I stepped into my bedroom and looked at the bed. I still remembered the sound of their footsteps, the way I thought it was Bastien, until I realized too late that it wasn’t. The flashbacks were quick, the cold of the tile against my cheek, the darkness from th

3BASTIENLuca walked into the warehouse in his tactical vest, like he’d just moved product. He talked with the guys across the room before our eyes met, and he joined me at the table.I sat there, a cigar in my mouth and a cold drink in my hand. It was my first night back on the job. It’d been a long twelve hours, and I still had several more to go. It was the first night that Fleur would be by herself, but I knew she could handle it.She’d died and come back to life, so she could handle anything.“How’s she doing?”“She’s better,” I said after I released the smoke from my mouth.“And you?”I gave a shrug. “I’ll get there.”“Did you work it out, or did she take off?”“She said she’s not going anywhere.” It was hard not to smile as I said that, proud of my woman for being tough and touched that I was worth fighting for. For most of our relationship, I had done all the chasing, but now she chased me. “She moved in.”“Yeah?” he asked. “Happy for you.”“Thanks, man. It’s nice to see you

She shifted her eyes away, desperately trying to be angry, but I could tell she wasn’t.“You don’t need to work.”Her eyes came back to me. “But I like working.”I smirked as the laugh inched into my throat. “No, you don’t.” She hated going to work in the morning. She never complained about the work itself, but she didn’t have anything good to say about it either. Didn’t blame her. The idea of sitting behind a computer all day sounded mindless and boring.“I mean, I like working for my own money.”“What do you need money for?”“Food, clothing, essentials⁠—”“I provide all of that.”She released a sigh, a little smile on her lips. “That’s sweet, Bastien. Really, it is. But when I said I didn’t want you for your money, I meant it.”“And I believe you.”“It’s fine,” she said. “I don’t mind working.”“You didn’t work with Adrien.”“Well, that was different.”“How?” I was used to barking orders and having people obey, and it was frustrating when I couldn’t apply that to her. Most women wou

Marie and I had a fling shortly before I’d met Fleur. It’d lasted about a week. I fucked her in the alleyway of the building after one of her shows, and then she came to my house a couple times. But it fizzled out and I lost interest. “I’m seeing someone.”“For now,” she said. “But when that’s over, maybe we could meet up again.”Before I’d settled down, my personal life was a mixture of regulars and women I met on the town. And sometimes I would just pay a whore, depending on my mood. But now, that felt so long ago that it didn’t even feel like me. “I’m gonna marry this girl.”She looked surprised then winced and swallowed, trying to catch herself from showing her disappointment. But the emotions were practically written in permanent marker on her face. “Oh…I did not expect that.”“I didn’t either. But that’s how it goes.”“Well…congratulations.”It was a hollow sentiment, so I didn’t respond to it. Luca’s girl finally left his lap, so I hurried over before he got sidetracked again.

Her answer was immediate. Didn’t have to pull it out of her. “Yes…”I started to fuck her faster. “You love it when I fuck you like this?”Her breaths ran rampant, uneven and uneasy. “Yes.”I kept up the fast pace because of the adrenaline and the throbbing arousal in my dick. I lifted three times her weight in a session in the gym, so my muscles didn’t fatigue as quickly as they would with a higher weight.She was about to come. Her eyes glazed over like she saw stars, and her lips parted to begin the incoherent stream of sighs and cries and moans. She was so pretty when she came, her eyes growing wet with tears that were desperate to be free. Then there was the crescendo, the moans intermixed with my name, and the sudden tightness of her pussy.I could tell how wet she was, even in the shower. It was so distinctive around my dick, so slick. I brought her down on my length the exact way I wanted and gave her my final pumps, filling that pussy with another load.I held her close and f