Pretty Killer (La Asesina Bonita) Read online

  Clearing my throat, I let out a whispered, “Thanks,” while attempting to push him from between my thighs.

  "Let me help you, Rosie. It is okay to ask for help you know," muttered Tony just loud enough to be heard.

  He planted his hands on my thighs to still me. With a sharp intake of breath, I whispered, "Okay."

  Tony moved his hands to my hips and lifted as if I weighed nothing at all. "Here," commanded Tony, as he was taking his shirt off.

  Umm wow. Mentally slapping myself for looking at him that way, I took his outstretched shirt and looked up with a questioning stare.

  "I don't want any of the men to see you so exposed. They don't have the right to," he grunted.

  All I could do was pull the button down around my shoulders with another muttered thanks. "After you, Tony," I held the door open as I waited for him to leave my office. No matter how much I wanted to thank him for wrapping my ribs, I still didn't trust him.

  7

  Anthony

  Running my hands through my hair on my way to my room, I couldn't help but berate myself. What was that! And who the hell laid their hands on my girl like that?! Wait, she isn't my girl, at least not yet. If my father has anything to say about it then it would be much sooner than anyone is ready for. I don't want her for that reason though. When she looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes, it was all I could do not to kiss her full red lips. Damn it. I need a cold shower after being that close to her for so long.

  Thank fuck I have a bathroom attached to my room here. Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the water as I began to remove what was left of my clothes. Rosalina had my shirt so at least no one else could see those beautiful tits she kept hidden. Standing in just my boxers, I grabbed my dick through the fabric, remembering how her tan skin glistened from sweat. Dropping them to the floor as I entered the shower, I couldn't help but think of her. Palming my hard cock, I decided the best thing to do would be to let out my frustration and need on my own. I closed my eyes and pictured the first time I saw Rosie in those fucking heels. When she had walked into her office wearing that tight dress and smelling like roses, my dick was already hard for her. I imagined those toned thighs wrapping around my neck as I devoured her pussy. The moans she would make would drive any man to his knees. She had that kind of allure mixed, with her shaky breathing from earlier when I was touching her soft skin, I'm surprised I held off until now to relieve the tension.

  Reaching down with my other hand, I cupped my balls while I used the other to stroke. I could feel the build-up just before I came to the image of Rosie in only my shirt, and those fucking heels while I pounded into her delicious pussy. Finishing my shower quickly, I dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers to lay down for sleep. I would have to talk to Rosalina in the morning about my father's new deal before he could make the call. It wouldn't be so bad if she agreed, it's not like mafia families haven't been forcing arranged marriages for decades.

  8

  Rosalina

  What was that? I swear I haven't felt that needy in a long time. I mean it's been at least two years since I’ve actually had sex. No, that doesn't mean I haven't taken care of myself because hey, I'm alive and a woman with needs. Those needs apparently include Tony right now. Ugh, this is not good at all.

  Deciding that a bath would help relieve the tension in my shoulders and probably help loosen the muscles in my side, I walked straight into my connecting bathroom. Damn his shirt smelled delicious. I turned on the bath so that it could fill up while I inspected the bruising my fighting had caused earlier. It was going to be ugly tomorrow and hurt for at least a day more. Not the worst I had ever dealt with, but still, it was a bitch all the same.

  Removing my clothes with care so I didn't stretch too much, I slowly eased down into the warm water that now carried the scent of rose petals. That was one of my finds in Japan, rose-scented Epsom bath salts. My mind was going a mile a minute thinking back to the high I got from the fight, not the ass-kicking I endured but that I was able to stop a would-be rape. Ever since Flora was raped it was a sore spot for me. I was the kind of woman that donated to rape victim charities, not the kind who committed murder to stop them from happening.

  The water cooled while I laid back, thinking of all that I had gone through in that day alone. My parents were really gone, I killed someone, took on the family business as the boss, and now, I had some man trying to take that away from me. With a sigh, I dried off and walked naked to my room. Dressing in a pair of panties, I gently wrapped my ribs the best I could, then put on a tank. I slipped into the silk sheets.

  I couldn't think of sleeping. It seems the only thing on my mind was Tony. The look in his eyes when he took in my chest, and then the look he had full of anger over something that shouldn’t even matter to him. So I got hurt a bit, he should want me dead so he could take the weapons trade, but no, he looked like he wanted to kill the one that harmed me. Remembering that look and then the way his muscles looked when he handed me his shirt. Gosh, what I wouldn't do to lick that vee leading down into his pants.

  With a sigh, I slowly trailed my fingertips over my achy breasts, feeling the weight as they hardened from arousal. I gasped as need shot straight through my core. Pinching my nipples with one hand, I trailed the other to my panties, gently running my fingers along the seam of the lacy fabric. It's been too long since I've felt a man. Imagining that it was Tony between my thighs, as I peel my panties down my legs. I spread my legs as I gently circle my clit with my finger. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I suck on them for lubrication.

  Placing my fingers along my cunt, I move to gain better access. With a low moan, I put the fingers that were in my mouth into my waiting pussy. I can't help the picture in my head of Tony's hands on my thighs while he licks my pussy and all of the wetness away. This is torture. My body is aching for a release, but it's not my hands that I need. It's Tony's hands. Picking up speed, I think of how he would command my body so easily. How he would devour my cunt and the feel of his fingers inside of me. With a shudder, I finally come. I'm moaning out my release with chants of Tony's name on my lips. Slowly removing my fingers from my trembling body, I licked the wetness from my own fingers relishing, the taste of my own release. Sighing, I put my panties back on and drift off to sleep.

  9

  Rosalina

  Dressed in a loose shirt with black slacks, I made my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen where our cook, Nico, was finishing up his signature french toast with fruit plate. Having so many men on the grounds meant that a cook was needed. Nico was far from just a cook though. He was a contract killer before my father employed him as my mother’s personal bodyguard. He was her guard when she was at home. Six foot tall with tattoos covering his arms, one a full sleeve and the other just his forearm, he was a scary man. Nico was hired by my father the year I turned fifteen. I was infatuated by his looks at that age. We had only met a handful of times over the years, but he treated my mother like his own.

  “Boss, sorry about your parents,” was all that passed between us. One sentence from him and a nod of my head in understanding was all it took. Sitting down to eat breakfast, I mentally planned my day. I needed to look into my parent’s accident some more, review our delivery schedule for the next few weeks, and find out what Tony was here for. Roman entered the room clutching a rolled-up newspaper heading straight for me.

  “Morning Boss, we have a problem,” placing the newspaper next to me, he explained further.

  “A man was found dead near the river this morning. Our contact at the department thinks he’s from the Italian family.”

  Looking over at the photo of the crime scene in the paper, I fought back a gasp.

  “Do we know why someone from the Italian family would even be in our territory? Has their underboss informed us of any meeting his boss would like?” I asked while panicking inside.

  This was not good. Not only had I killed someone last night but he was from another family. Way to go Ros
alina, when you do bad you do it well.

  “No, we haven’t heard anything. Should I contact to find out if their man was here?” Roman questioned.

  “No, leave it. If he was one of theirs they will call us soon anyway. Until then, find out what you can and get back to me,” I ordered. Picking up my fork, I finished my breakfast and walked to my office.

  Just outside of my office stood none other than Anthony De Los Santos. Perfect. We had things to discuss anyway.

  “Anthony,” I said by way of greeting.

  With a smirk he replied, “Good morning ma’am. I love it when you call me Tony instead of Anthony. No need to be so formal.”

  Turning the knob, I entered my office and motioned for him to join me. “Sit down Anthony.” Taking my place, at my desk I looked to him.

  “Well what did your father say? Will you be leaving with your tail between your legs now?”

  Chuckling to himself he just looked at me. His lips formed a shit-eating-grin. “Not at all Rosalina. In fact, I’m here to offer up myself as a husband from what my father says.”

  What? He had to be joking. Bursting out in laughter I responded with, “Not a chance in hell. I don’t need a husband. And I don’t think that Roman plays that way. You could ask him, but I think he would shoot you.”

  “Rosalina, look, here’s the thing. No man is going to take you seriously. Look at yourself. You don’t belong in power, you belong next to the man in charge. I mean no disrespect, but you are gorgeous and that doesn’t make men want to follow your lead,” Tony stated.

  Taking a calming breath, I turned to him with a cold look. “Listen Anthony, and listen good because I won’t say this again nicely. I am not a piece of ass to be on a man’s arm. I am Rosalina Maria Velasquez. I have been groomed for this position for years. I’m not going to hand it over to the first man to offer up some dick. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

  As soon as the door closed behind Tony I let out a frustrated growl and poured myself a glass of tequila. This was not happening. I can’t believe he seriously walked into my home and told me I needed a man. That was such egotistical, male, bullshit. A knock sounded at the door. Great just great. He better hope he hadn’t come back.

  “Entrar,” I called out throwing the rest of the drink back. Woah, my father certainly had the good stuff.

  Roman walked into the room looking worried.

  “Sientate, Roman,” I indicated the chair Anthony had just occupied.

  With a sigh Roman began speaking, “Boss, the Italians just called. It was one of their men. They want to know what we are going to do about it. What should I tell them?”

  Closing my eyes and leaning back in my chair I said, “Tell them we will do nothing. They did not make us aware that they had even sent someone here. Apparently, he was doing something in alley that he shouldn’t have been. Next time they will tell us if they want our help.” Roman just nodded his head and began to walk out the door.

  Ugh. Could this day get any worse? I probably didn’t need to ask that, but first the bomb Anthony dropped, and now this. Diving back into shipment plans, I closed myself off from everyone for the rest of the day.

  10

  Rosalina

  Two weeks had passed and I could finally say I had a handle on this business. I was up early every day for a workout, and in the office late to finalize orders and shipments. I had no life outside of it all, honestly. And I was barely making any progress on finding out who killed my parents. I had narrowed down that my father regularly changed out his guards for their dates, but no one seemed to ever know where they would be heading until just before they left for the night.

  That’s what was throwing the blocks up on any leads I had. Someone close to my father would have had to be a traitor. I would just have to weed them out on my own. Tonight, we would be having a meeting in a public dance club. Not only was this best for me to notice if plans were leaked, but I needed to get out of this house for a bit.

  I stepped out into the hallway in one of my black dresses that had a slit all the way to my hip. The back dipped all the way down to make it practically backless. In my clutch I carried a small knife and a pair of brass knuckles. A woman never needed to be unarmed in my line of work. I met up with the three men that would be going with me. All of the men had 9mm handguns somewhere on their person. We wouldn’t be checked for weapons, but even we weren’t crazy enough not to take them with us. I had Nico set up on the roof across the street with a sniper rifle. If things went wrong he was there as a precaution. I hadn’t told anyone about him.

  Anthony stepped into the foyer before we walked out. He was dressed in a black on black suit.

  “I’m coming with you tonight Rosalina. I wouldn’t feel right otherwise,” he stated while taking in my dress and signature Louboutin heels.

  “Like hell. I don’t trust you enough to even give you a ride to the club,” I spat.

  “Fine. See you later,” he said with a tip of his head as he walked out the door.

  “Let’s go before we’re late,” I called out to the men that were pretending to ignore the conversation we just had.

  Perfect, the Italians were already here. Walking into VIP, I took a seat while my men did a sweep for listening devices.

  “Welcome to Mexico. How are you enjoying your stay, Mr. Moretti?” I looked at the man I was here to meet.

  “Cut the shit Ms. Velasquez. You know why we are here. We want answers for how our man ended up dead, and yet, you claim not to know anything,” he seethed.

  “Sir, if you ever raise your voice to me like that again I will cut your tongue out. Now, as for your question of what happened to your man. We have reason to believe he was killed because some poor woman defended herself from rape,” I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. “I’m sure you are aware how we feel about rapists,” I snapped at him.

  “No offense, ma’am. But I personally don’t give a shit how you feel. Unless it was your cunt he was fucking, then it’s none of your business,” Dominic practically shot back.

  “Listen Mr. Moretti, we will let you take his body home. If you feel like you can narrow down who did it, then we will question them about it. That’s all I can give you.” I stated as I reached over to pat his knee. “Now let’s put this behind us. I would like to dance. Care to dance with me, Dominic? Can I call you that?” I gave him a seductive smile.

  Might as well use him for a good time while we were here, right? Dominic seemed at ease, which is what I wanted. Men often thought with their dicks and that’s where I wanted his mind.

  “Only if I may call you Rosalina,” he responded slightly tilting his head.

  “Of course you can,” I said rising to my feet.

  Placing his open palm on my lower back, we made our way down the stairs to the dancefloor. Demi Lovato’s Introduction, was blaring as we found our place on the dancefloor. Wrapping his arm around my body he pulled me closer, the other hand was on my thigh as he wrapped my leg around his hip. Yes! A man that knew just what he wanted.

  Whispering in my ear he said, “Now that business is over, why don’t you and I get to know each other on a more personal level?”

  Looking over his shoulder, I saw a familiar face. Standing at the bar, glaring over at Dominic and I, was none other than Anthony De Los Santos. Fucker must have followed us to the club.

  Chuckling to myself I answered Dominic back, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix business and pleasure. And we both know that would be pleasurable for us both.”

  Anthony had made his way over to us, he tapped Dominic on the shoulder. “Listen man, I’m going to take this next dance if you don’t mind,” he looked straight at me while he spoke to Dominic.

  Glancing between Anthony and I, Dominic turned to me once more for my approval to dance with this intruder. With a nod, I agreed. Stepping close to me, Anthony spun me around and pulled my body back into his chest. We were aligned from my shoulder on his chest to his dick pressed into my ass. Oh
gosh, that dick felt larger than even I had dared to imagine. I don’t know why, but stranger by Tove Lo was speaking to my need. Anthony had one hand on my hip and the other was wrapped around my neck.

  Biting my lip, I tried to hold back the moan threatening to leave my lips as I felt his breath on my neck. “Amor, my dear Rosie, don’t you know I’m a jealous man when I see other men with their hands on my woman. I should bend you over my knee and spank that fine ass right here,” he murmured as he traced my ear with his tongue.

  Oh, what I wanted that tongue to do to me.

  With a shudder I couldn’t contain, I smarted back, “I don’t belong to you Tony. We have discussed that already.” Grabbing my hips, he turned me around and placed my leg around his body the way Dominic had done not long ago.

  “Listen to me Rosie. Your tight pussy is practically begging me to fuck it. All you have to do is say yes. But if you get smart with me again then I won’t be spanking you… oh no, if you do that again then I am going to fuck that mouth.”

  Hot damn. I was soaking wet. Choking out that I would be back, I walked as quickly as I could to the restroom. Closing myself in the stall furthest from the door, I leaned against the wall and lifted my dress up my thighs. I needed a release now or I was going to give in. Plunging my fingers into my soaked pussy, I began to fuck my fingers. It didn’t take long before I was whimpering out his name with my orgasm.

  Hearing the door slam open and a woman letting out a gasp, I peeked through the slit where the door lock sat. A man threw her against the wall, across from the entrance to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he stalked his way over to the woman and slapped her hard enough that she fell to the floor. She let out a whimper as he pulled her up by her blonde hair and dragged her by the hair to the sink. Holding onto her throat with one hand, he lifted her dress, ripped her panties off, and then began to undo his pants. Internally screaming at myself to do something, I just stood there in surprise. My clutch dropped to the floor. Shit! Scrambling to pick it up and not be seen, it was no use.