Don Vidal

4 - Can't get her out of my head

Draven

I’m a tough guy.

A hardened man.

A dangerous man.

I can handle anything and everything life throws at me, but I can’t handle clingy women. It serves me right for fuckin.g everything that moves. Everything with a puss.y between its legs, at least.

Why the hell shouldn’t I?

I’m Draven Vidal, Mafia Boss. King of my fuckin.g world!

I’m not a liar, and I don’t lead women on. I tell them what they’re getting from me right off the bat. Half an hour if they’re lucky. Two hours if I’m in the mood for more. Shi.t, I fuc.k some women all night long if I feel like it. I’m a man with a lot of energy. Never has one been to my home. I’m not about that shi.t, I take them to fancy hotels and give them the night of their lives. One thing they have to get through their thick skulls is that I fuc.k you, then I’m done with you — end of story.

So, what do I do with clingy women?

Fuc.k all. Once I’m done, I’m done. There are no gifts to keep you quiet and no presents as a thank you. I’ll have someone drop you home; I’m not irresponsible, I wouldn’t put a woman in danger. Unless she’s too much of a psycho, then I’ll pop a cap in the bitc.h.

There are a couple of things you should know about me. I’m a stone-cold killer with no conscience. I wouldn’t say I don’t have a heart; I do, however, it’s all but dead.

There are but a few things I give a damn about in this life, my sister, my half-brother, their spouses – because they love them – my little niece, my nephews, my cousin and her children, and this, my crime family. I have fuc.k all in this life but them.

I’m no longer married, have no kids of my own, and although I’d love a son to carry on my name, I do not intend to get remarried. Draven Vidal will never give what’s left of his cold heart to another woman. Evil fuckin.g creatures. They take your soul, suck you dry, and leave you bleeding on the floor like you’re nothing but shi.t to them.

That’s not to say I won’t f**k a tight cunt when one comes my way, and they always come my way. Every woman wants to be fucke.d by the Don. They bend over fuckin.g backward to please me because of who I am. It’s never been any different since the first time I fucke.d a woman.

They don’t know the real me, so how can they want me?

I was okay with that until I met that beautiful woman during a wedding I attended a few months ago.

Pretty little blonde thing. She had not a clue who I was. I saw it in her eyes when she looked at me. Which, to me, was fuckin.g crazy. Everyone knows who I am, or so I thought.

Even when I told her my name, it meant nothing to her. Okay, I’ll be honest. I didn’t actually tell her my name, just the abbreviated version. The point is, she didn’t recognize me, and you have no idea how much I fuckin.g loved that. The fact that she genuinely didn’t know who I was, and the fact she wanted me for me, for the man she saw in front of her. Shi.t, it gave me the biggest hard-on of my life!

She went with me willingly to my apartment, the first woman I’ve ever taken there. I could have taken her back to my house, but as I said, I don’t bring women back to my home. She asked why I had a driver and if I was a wealthy businessman. I laughed and told her yes. She asked me nothing else; she just followed my lead a little too trustingly.

Her body was everything I’d been looking for in a woman. Long, toned legs that wrapped around my waist like they were made just for that reason. Lips so fuckin.g soft the second they touched my skin, I was lost to her. No one has ever gotten me like that.

I loved fuckin.g her all night long even more. Christ, she was fuckin.g tight! Never in my life have I cu.m so hard as I did with that woman.

Marnie.

She was everything the bitc.h from last night was not. Christ, I can’t get her out of my head. It’s been months since that night, and she’s still invading my thoughts. I compare every woman to Marnie. Everything from their smiles to their skills in the bedroom. But no woman comes close. Marnie must have had some voodoo powers to do this to me when no one else ever could.

I thought about contacting Marine once or twice. I mean, after she walked out on me before I’d woken up and fucke.d her one last time, I wanted to give her a piece of my mind!

My research pulled up the fact that the woman was married. It doesn’t bother me that she cheated on her husband. The piece of shi.t probably didn’t give her what she needed. Hell, from the way I made her scream, I’d say it was a given.

It’s not my problem women cheat on their men for one night with me. It’s a power thing. I don’t give a shi.t about the aftermath either. I’ve had husbands come barging into my restaurant like they think they can take me on. I know it’s anger and betrayal on their part, but one thing you don’t do is believe you can get close enough to the Don to see the smirk on his face at your pain. You’d be dead before that happened.

Not that Marnie’s husband ever came looking for me. The little witch probably went home and fucke.d him right after fuckin.g me. It wasn’t even that that made me give up the idea of finding her. It was the information brought to me that let me know that Marnie was, in fact, the sister of one of the Snakes Henchmen MC’s girls, the MC my half-brother belongs to, the MC my sister and cousin married into. Brooke. My damn employee!

What are the f*****g odds?

I swore I’d never go there!

A man like me fuckin.g a woman with ties to a damned MC?

How fuckin.g stupid would that make me look after everything I put both Avery and Maria through because of that MC?

I’m a stupid fuc.k, though, because how the hell could I not have realized she had something to do with that bullshit club when I met her there?

I was at Hawk and Brooke’s wedding.

Why the f**k did I even go?

Because Brooke is a good girl who works hard for my restaurant. She has a good heart, and she asked me to go.

How could I have known she was related to Marnie, though?

They don’t look alike besides the blonde hair and blue eyes. Marnie could have just been a friend for all I knew. I asked her if she was on the Groom’s or Bride’s side, and she told me she knew Brooke. She never elaborated, and I didn’t ask. More fool me.

I won’t be looking for her again, even if I can’t get her out of my head or find a woman to satisfy me the way she did. Not even my ex-wife could satisfy me the way Marnie did, and that’s saying something when the woman was a nympho.

It’s time for me to forget about Marnie Simpson and move the fuc.k on with my life.