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her own. She’d been making my dick permanently hard for the last two years, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It didn't help that she had killer legs that went on for miles and made me think about her pussy each time I gazed at them. The sight of her breasts made my mouth water, and her fucking incredible, long, wild brown hair…Fuck, I fantasized at least three times a day about holding onto it while I fucked her hard from behind.
    "Are we going to the fucking club or not?" I snarled.
    "You need to get some, Ryan," he snorted. "You can't keep dreaming about what I have."
    "I get plenty, thank you." Yeah, I fucked a lot of women, but that didn't stop me from wanting her . Despite the amount of pussy I got, it never seemed to quench my need for Trixie, and the fact that I could never have her didn’t stop me from wanting exactly that.
    The rest of the boys were already at Cherries, and Tony was quick to get the drinks brought over. We had come to talk business, after all. There were plans in the works to hijack a large drug shipment tomorrow night, and we needed to prepare.
    My job practically fell in my lap over seven years ago. I had been involved in a street fight that Tony's father, Carlo, had witnessed. I was just as fucked up then as I was now. I could kill with my fists if I wanted to, and almost did on many occasions when I was younger. Carlo liked that in me; he saw a rawness that reminded him of himself and decided to take me in. He quickly became like a father figure to me, teaching me at quite a young age how to fire a gun and the general rules of underground crime. I would willingly die for him, and served as his number two, under Tony, which I was fucking proud of. I wasn't family, but I knew Carlo trusted me more than some of his own flesh and blood.
    "Are we ready?" Carlo asked, taking a seat between Tony and me awhile later.
    "Yes," Tony glared, downing his whiskey. He and his father didn't get along. He wanted Carlo's power, but was too young to understand that that amount of respect only came from experience. He was in too much of rush to grow up and be the Dom, and if he didn't calm down, the idiot was going to get himself killed.
    "Ryan, I want you to take the lead on this one." I gaped at Carlo. What the fuck ? Me, lead ? No fucking way!
    "But Father!" Tony tried to interrupt but Carlo continued.
    "You've been ready for some time now. I want to see what you've got." He patted me on the back. "What do you say?"
    "Thank you. I don't know what to say."
    "Go and get a bottle of my favorite bourbon and we'll celebrate," Carlo suggested. Fuck, my dick started twitching as soon as I looked toward the bar. There she was: the goddess. Trixie was leaning over the bar in a tight, black dress, her legs long and incredible, as always. Her hair was tamed tonight, long and sleek. Shit, I would have given anything to be able to slam into her from behind at that exact moment. I wouldn't give a fuck who would be watching, either.
    The closer I got to her, the harder my dick throbbed.
    "Good evening, Ryan," Trixie smirked, eyeing me seductively. She was such a fucking flirt and that didn't help matters.
    "Hello, Trixie." Her name always rolled off my tongue. I wanted more than her name to roll off my tongue, though. Oh the things I would do to that woman if I were given half a chance. I'd fuck her raw, leaving dents in her pussy walls from my cock. I was such a dirty fucker, but fuck me, I wanted her.
    "You have got to stop looking at me like that," she giggled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Christ, her breasts were fucking perfect, and I could see them even better now that her hair wasn't covering them. "It’ll get you into trouble one day."
    "I have no idea what you mean." With a crooked smile, I gestured to the bartender for a bottle of bourbon. My grin usually worked on females, making them drop their panties within seconds, but Trixie had always been immune.
    "I heard that you're taking