Bought Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Dane
“So you don’t want a bachelor party, am I hearing you right?” Lorenzo grins at me, showing his teeth a little in his approximation of a smile and I ignore him, turning my eyes back to the building that the two of us are supposed to be watching.
It’s so dark out that it’s hard to see your hand in front of your fucking face, but we got intel that someone’s storing drugs here that they intend to sell in our city, and that means we have to put a stop to it. Never mind the fact that it’s two in the morning and my ass is going numb from sitting in this fucking car.
Never mind the fact that I’m stuck in here with my asshole brother until we get the job done.
“No bachelor party,” I confirm. “That’s the last thing that I want.”
“But think about it.” Lorenzo stretches. I can’t see him, it’s too damn dark, but I hear him shift position and reach his hands up to press them against the roof of the car. “You’re going to be stuck with the same old pussy for the rest of your life. How do you know that it’ll be any good? Aren’t you worried that you’re going to miss your chance to stick your dick in something new every once in a while?”
I don’t answer him. He’s been using that argument for a month now to try to get me to let him throw a fucking bachelor party. A bachelor party. Like I want to celebrate the fact that I bought my wife when she was just ten years old.
Even as that thought crosses my mind, though, I push it away. I didn’t buy my bride. I ended up in a relationship with her father that will not only give him the money he needs to stay afloat and not get run out of town, but also gave me a wife.
I bought my fucking bride.
Slamming my hand down hard on the dash, I hiss in a breath then turn to my brother. I can only see the whites of his eyes and the flash of teeth when he smiles. We picked the darkest, cloudiest fucking night to sit out here and do this shit. It’s the best way to make sure we get the info we need, but it’s still fucking annoying to be locked in the car with him.
“Fine. You want to throw a party so that you have an excuse to get drunk and fuck whores? Be my fucking guest, Lorenzo.”
“I knew that you’d come around.” There’s a grin in his voice and I roll my eyes. “There’s nothing like a little strange, Dane, you know that.”
The sound of glass breaking makes us both sit up. He snaps his mouth shut and we both lean forward, doing our best to see through the windshield and across the parking lot to the building we’re watching.
The radio in the cupholder between us squawks to life. We have the sound set so low that I have to pick it up and hold it between us so that we’ll be able to hear what’s being said.
“You guys hear that? Sounds like someone else might have the same idea we do of stopping this little drug enterprise. I’m going to go in for a closer look, but I bet that was a window.”
“Sounds like it.” I’m barely speaking, just breathing out the words so that nobody will hear us. “Stay sharp.”
No answer, but I didn’t expect one. Slowly, I put the radio back in the cupholder, and Lorenzo and I wait.
The silence from outside the car is almost oppressive. I can feel it bearing down on the two of us while we sit and wait for any sign of what’s happening in the storage building.
It’s a small one, built in the back of a mall parking lot, just enough out of view that most people will walk right by it without paying it any attention. It’s sat here for years, always empty, never cleaned up or with any action in it, but one day a new lock appeared on the front door.
Our intel keeps their ears to the ground and we heard about it the next morning. After keeping an eye on it, we heard more buzz that some asshole was looking to sell in our city. That simply can’t happen. That’s why we’re out here in the parking lot staring at a storage building that we can barely see.
“How long should we give him?” Lorenzo’s whisper pulls me from my thoughts and I shake my head even though he can’t see me.
“You know as well as I do that Johnny is good at his job. He’ll handle whatever he finds.” At the same time, though, I strain my ears for any sound that may clue us in that he needs help. You can be damn good at your job and still need backup, and that’s why we’re here.
Johnny loves getting into the middle of everything, and he’s a skinny little bastard, so he moves like a ghost through the night. Never once has he been spotted when w’ere out on a job. The fucker prides himself on being able to get in and out of places without anyone knowing that he was even there.
We wait. Each minute that passes by feels like it takes an hour and I’m about ready to call it and tell Lorenzo that we need to go find Johnny and make sure that he’s okay when the radio clicks to life.
“I don’t know who the fuck broke out this window, but it looks to me like they’re just waiting on someone to come fuck it all up for them.” He’s not even whispering now, which tells me that everything’s fine out there.
“Great. We’ll be right there.” After I respond, I clip the radio to my belt and brush my fingers over the grip of my gun. I shouldn’t need it right now, but it always feels good to know that I have it just in case.
Lorenzo and I get out of the car and I open the trunk. Inside are some gas cans. They’re lit up by the small bulb in the trunk and we each grab two and carry them across the parking lot to the storage building.
This asshole is about to get a very expensive lesson in why you don’t try to fuck our family over. We won’t stand for it and all you’ll end up doing is fucking yourself.
“Check the building first,” I tell Lorenzo. “We have to make sure that we’re right.”
“Oh, we’re right,” he tells me, but he walks to the front door and rattles the knob anyway. “Care to do the honors?”
Grinning at him, I walk over and kick the door as hard as I can. It flies open and Lorenzo steps inside, shining his flashlight around him as he looks at everyone.
“Yeah, I’d say that this place needs to burn.”
Curious, Johnny and I join him in the building and I let out a low whistle. “Were they looking to supply the entire east coast? Fucking assholes had a lot of confidence, didn’t they?”
Johnny laughs and picks up a gas can. “Shall we, gentlemen?”
In just a few minutes the entire place is dripping with gas. We step back and I flick my lighter, throwing it into the puddle on the ground. There’s a loud sound as the gas catches, then it feels like all of the air is sucked out of the world as the fire feeds. Just a moment after I toss the lighter, the entire thing is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
“That’s a job well done,” I say, nodding as I watch the flames. “It’s time to celebrate.”
“Pussy?” Lorenzo suggests, and Johnny agrees.
“I could fuck a new cunt,” he says. They both turn to me to see what I have to say.
The heat from the flames is almost uncomfortable on my face but at the same time, it feels good. It’s a job well done. My brother and cousin want pussy, so they can get it. I have something else I want to do.
