Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 02

Chapter One

My eyes floated over the gorgeous woman’s body as I realized the weight of what I had done. Whether the Boss allowed his wife to sleep around on her own time or not, I knew he did not allow his men to fuck her. I had heard stories of men being dried in concrete and dropped in the sea for doing less than what I had just done. And yet, I found my cock stirring at the thought of being inside her.

Marlene was closer to twice my age than my age, but that fact was reflected in numbers only. With a fit body, plump round breasts, and gorgeous smooth skin that glowed bronze, a man my age would be lucky to be shown favor by such a woman.

More than one night—hell, more than fifty nights spent deployed overseas in Iraq and Afghanistan, thinking that it may be my last on this planet. That I would die alone in a bed of sand surrounded by a nation who hated me. Perhaps that made me a fool now to take such a risk, but I figured tomorrow could be my last night on this earth, regardless. Men do not write destiny, we only live it.

I crawled closer to the woman, preparing to make my move as I smelled her light floral scent. That was when the glass broke. A thousand pieces of glass rained across the floor on the other side of the bedroom door, and I looked up.

My first mistake.

Bullets jabbed through the door and snapped by my face. My tactics were distracted, and that distraction nearly got me killed. Marlene’s scream was like a high-pitched fire alarm as the ...

... bullets chewed away at the headboard of the bed. Wrapping my arms around her slender waist, I held her to me as I rolled off the side of the bed. I landed on my back and felt Marlene drag down the sheets as she landed on me.

“Under the bed,” I grunted to her and shoved with one hand as I crawled to the foot of the bed. The shooting was still going on when I slid my pants on and fastened my belt.

Shooting automatic fire through a door. Blindly. This was panic. This wasn’t professional.

I drew my pistol and went out of the master bathroom. It connected to the hall which came out the side of the living room where I approximated the attackers. I heard the shooting slow as two of the four shooters reloaded and started shooting again. Cracking the hallway door, I peeked outside to confirm it was clear.

The amateurs don’t even have security watching the hall.

Taking a last breath, I leaned out of the bathroom just far enough to see the first shooter. Under the darkness of the living room, he was nothing more than a darker shadow in a graying black room with white leather couches. I aimed for the ribs and put two bullets in his ribs. He fell to his knees, and I shot him again. Raising to my feet, I pushed forward in a slow, deliberate walk. The two men that stood in front of the first were just realizing their comrade was down when I gunned them down in the backside. Three rounds a piece.

I came to where the hallway met the living room and saw the muzzle flash of the ...