Kenny always says that I'm girlfriend goals for Scott, because we never argue. Well we were about to debunk that myth on the side walk of a busy New York road.
"I have to go," I said, making my way to the door of the bakery.
Conflicting thoughts went through my head. I knew, with absolute certainty, that the door to me coming back to New York or having any sort of life outside of being Luca's wife would close when I got on that plane. But what choice did I have now that I'd exposed Scott's existence to the entire mafia?
"Stacy, wait," I heard Scott call out to me.
I couldn't see his face, but I was so caught up in my own feelings that it wouldn't have mattered what he looked like anyway. Behind the fear and the paranoia, I was just exhausted. Trying to run from being Don Angelo's daughter had drained me.
Something in me snapped and I exclaimed, "You're not going to change my mind. This wedding is happening."
Even as I said the words, briskly walking to keep Scott from catching up with me, a part of me hated the idea of him not chasing after me. When he caught up to me, I felt a short-lived sense of relief. That is until he spoke.
"If that's really what you want, then go right ahead. Let your dad manipulate you for the rest of your life," he said with venom in his voice.
I stopped on the corner of the street, a fresh face passing me by every second. Just taking in the city that had become my home while I summoned every scrap of courage I could.
"Everytime I go back, I go back for you. Because I know if I don't go back, he'll come out here and find you next to me. And it doesn't matter if you don't think we're important, Mr. I don't feel anything for anyone, because he will," I said, revealing a painful fear that I had been holding on to for years.
"Don't stand there and use me as your scapegoat. You go back everytime he calls you because you're terrified of letting go. Of declaring a damn major. You say you want your own life, but you won't risk shit to make it happen."
These were the last words Scott said to me before he walked away. After that I got onto the subway and I've been sitting here since. Replaying our conversation in my head.
How had I never seen Scott angry before today? Was this what rejection felt like? Was he right about me not standing up to daddy?
When the first call came, I didn't even check who was calling. I just turned my phone off. Now that all the theatrics were over, and I had let go of everything and everyone, I was just numb. Not even the comfort of ugly crying would come.
After hours of riding the train, I got off and made my way to my old sorority.
"Are you lost?" a nineteen year old pledge asked me when she saw me standing in the exact spot where I first wanted Scott Brady to kiss me.
Daddy always taught me that everything had a price. My first week in New York, I learned that he was wrong. Scott's friendship didn't come with a price. He'd never want me giving up on myself for him. He'd never want me giving up, period.
"I was, for a long time. Better late than never right?" I said to the confused pledge with a smile. "Go Kappa Kappa Gamma!"
Within ten minutes, I had made my way to the admissions office. I walked out an hour later, having declared my major.
"I did it," I screamed, jumping into the air and punching it too. "I fucking did it. I declared a major. Take that, Don Angelo."
Students all around me gave me strange looks. Some laughed, some shook their heads, but I didn't care. This was a big moment for me and I wanted the whole world to know.
No sooner had I turned my phone back on than I got another phone call. The caller was my half brother, Joey.
"Hello Joey," I said, unwilling to have my raised spirits dashed.
"It's Joseph," he snapped. "Don Angelo is furious," said Joey, stating the obvious. "He wants you on the first flight out."
"Just call him dad like a normal person, Joey," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Joseph," he hissed again.
"I'll come home when I'm good and ready. Until then, tell daddy I hope he's proud. His little girl just declared a major. I'm going to business school," I said, with a happy squeal.
"Don Angelo is going to feed your boyfriend to the fishes if Luca doesn't do it first," said Joey.
I could hear the smirk in his voice, but I wasn't going to waver. It was time to look past the fear in the pit of my stomach and push back.
"Believe it or not, I didn't come here for a boy. I came to make a life for myself and dammit, that's what I'm going to do. If daddy has a problem with that, he knows where to find me. Otherwise I'm done playing Don Angelo says. I'm a grown ass woman. I don't take orders anymore," I said, hanging up the phone.
Surprisingly all the missed calls were from home. None were from Scott, the one person I wanted to see right now. That stung.
I went home and watched the seconds tick by for hours until my flight had officially departed.
"Daddy's going to kill me," I panicked, exactly one minute after the departure time. "This is crazy. I'm crazy."
I had gone back to being afraid of my phone. If it rang and this time it was daddy, I didn't know for sure that I wouldn't be on the next flight to Chicago. It not ringing also meant that Scott wasn't calling though. Neither of these options being acceptable, I turned off my phone again to preserve my sanity.
That did nothing to stop me from getting into a cab in the dead of the night and giving the cab driver Scott's address.
"What the fuck am I going to say?" I said to no one in particular.
Everything that had gone down between Scott and I just that morning had me forcing the cab driver to drive round and round his block for a good half an hour before the man finally said, "You do have cash, right?"
That was my cue to get out. I spent the elevator ride pacing up and down, wringing my hands.
"So, I declared a major. Yay. About the whole mafia thing, I was totally just kidding. Not getting married either. Psych," I said, doing hand guns with my fingers, before flattening my body against the wall. "Nope, he won't buy that. Can't say that."
I sighed, feeling completely deflated. By the time I was standing in front of Scott's apartment, I had gone through a million scenarios for how our conversation would play out. My hands were shaking as I made a fist to knock.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. When the door finally opened, it revealed a young brunette. For a second, I thought I was at the wrong apartment.
"3B?" I asked.
"Yes, who is asking?" she asked.
She was beautiful. Couldn't have been older than nineteen. After pretending to size me up for a few moments, recognition crossed her face.
"Nevermind," I said hurriedly, turning around to leave.
"Kidding. You're Stacy, of course I know that," she said, reaching out to touch my shoulder. "Saw you on the news this morning."
"That was—"
"Scott's being a little bitch, if you ask me. Team Stacy all the way. Come on in," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the apartment.
I looked around the apartment like I'd never been there before. Everything was the same and yet somehow different.
"Coming here was a bad idea," I muttered under my breath, as we entered the living room.
"He's been brooding in his dark room for ages now. Don't worry though. I'll have him out in two shakes," she said with a wink.
"I wouldn't intrude on his dark room time. It makes him grumpy. Also, who are you?" I turned around and asked, but she was already gone.
How had I made it all the way up to his apartment, thinking things would be just like they always were? Everything was different now, wasn't it? I sat down slowly, my eyes drifting to all the ways to exit this room. That moment when he turned his back on me and walked away hit me hard and suddenly I couldn't breathe.
The presence of some random girl in his apartment didn't help.
No, I hadn't stayed in New York for Scott Brady. So why did the idea of him not wanting me hurt so badly?
Earlier that day… "I think you're being a little bitch," said Willow, sipping on her smoothie. "You've said that already. Thanks for siding with your brother by the way," I said, nudging her gently. Not two hours after walking away from Stacy, I picked Willow up at the airport. She was here for the weekend, checking out NYU to see if she might want to go here next year and I was showing her around. Seeing Stacy upset had caused me physical pain, a tightening in my chest, but I needed to get away from her. It felt like there was nothing else to say. She was going to do what she was going to do. That was probably the anger talking, but I didn't want to hurt her by saying something I couldn’t take back. So I left. Now the whole thing was haunting me. "You didn't let me finish. You're being a little bitch and I think it's great. Fantastic in fact," Willow continued, as we walked the same paths I used to walk with Stacy. "I went on live television and declared how well I know her. Wel
"I'm home. Where's the new girl?" Kenny called out, the distinct rattle of his keys being set down on the counter reaching me in the living room. He walked into the room at the same time as Scott and the brunette. My insides turned and twisted in on itself when I saw Scott. We awkwardly looked away at the same time. "Stace? But you're supposed to be—" Kenny cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Nevermind her, we're going anywhere that's not here," said the brunette, grabbing her coat off the couch and forcing Kenny to backtrack. "We'll pick the one when I get back?" she said, looking back at me with a smile, sounding excited.It had taken me all this time to place her voice, having only ever heard it over Zoom calls. I took a step forward and looked her in the eye for the first time since getting here. "Willow Brady?" I exclaimed, covering up my surprise with a quick smile. "Yes, of course. I may have found you something even better than what we talked about."So this was the
"So what exactly do you do for the mafia that has your dad calling you back every couple of months?" Stacy scrunched up her face, hesitating. By now she had detailed her father's entire operation. What was one more thing? I knew more details than I was comfortable with knowing. Was knowing this shit safe? Sleep would not come easily tonight. This was the last question I got to ask Stacy before Kenny and Willow walked through the door at one in the morning. "Parrrr-ttttyyy," they howled together, stumbling through the door. "Willow Eleanor Brady, are you drunk?" I asked, getting up from my seat at the island to follow her into the living room. "I guess that's my cue to leave," Stacy mumbled behind me, taking the opportunity to get up too and duck her head. "Full naming me, I see cool bro mode is not active," said Willow, dragging Kenny's inebriated body to the couch and dumping him onto it."I'll see you both tomorrow," said Stacy, her eyes pleading for me not to ask my question a
"Boys are stupid," I said to no one in particular, as I entered my apartment. I couldn't really blame Scott for freaking out after everything I laid at his feet last night. Still, it would have been nice if Willow didn't find out like that. My past brought me no joy. In fact, I was ashamed of it. Now that it was all out there, I felt like Scott was judging me. How did he expect me to tell him my most personal shame? Aren't we all entitled to some secrets? As I went from the kitchen to the living room turning on the lights in the apartment, something immediately struck me. My study's door was open. I know I closed it before I went shopping with Willow this morning. The cushions on my couch were all at different angles. Passing the coffee table with quiet careful steps, I made my way over to the corner of the room where my bookshelf was located. I slid my fingers along the books until I found the one I wanted, pulled it out, opened it up and took my gun out of the hollowed out Physics
I watched her frame rise as she took a deep breath. I had turned the flash of my camera off after some nasty looks over her shoulder, but she was still painfully aware of me. How could she not be? It was a Sunday and this was a library. The place was a ghost town.Of course, I knew she would break any minute now, even if I was sitting a few chairs away from her. In the meantime, I wasn't complaining. It had been some time since I had last gotten a picture of her.She was sitting at a desk filled with textbooks, pulling her hair into a bun and piercing it with a pencil, before opening the book in front of her. It was her little ritual before she started studying. "Three, two, one," I counted her down. No sooner had I finished when she turned to me, her cheeks tinted a light pink, and whisper yelled, "Stop that. You're annoying me.""Permission to approach?" I asked.Not waiting for an answer, I jumped up and went to her. To piss her off just a little more, I took another snap, this ti
"You sure this is the place?" I asked, clocking the unmarked black van across the street. "Joey's not smart enough to bluff. He is ambitious though and he hates my guts. There's not much he wouldn't do to take me out of play as daddy's future heir. I'm not sure what we're walking into," said Stacy from next to me as we stood at the entrance of Hotel Topaz. "Yeah, I'm out," said Kenny on the other side of me, turning to walk away. I grabbed him by his suit jacket and pulled him back to the spot next to me."Sorry," said Kenny, fixing his collar before attempting to turn and make a run for it again. Just as he turned, he bumped into a man dressed in overalls, presumably some sort of service delivery man. This sent Kenny stumbling back, smack into me. "Sorry again," he said. "Look, I know this is scary. I'm terrified, but Willow is my sister and I don't really have much of a choice. If either of you wants out, I'll understand," I said, taking the invite Joey had given Kenny for us o
She grabbed my hand and we linked our fingers in each other's, her squeezing my hand hard as I led us to the elevator. Once we were in the elevator, we watched the manager unlock a little compartment below the button panel. It was a special button with a b for basement on it. The manager pushed the button while the rest of us anxiously waited for the elevator to move. When the elevator doors opened again, I asked the manager, "Where's the bathroom?" Following his directions, I pulled Stacy along behind me. "I guess I'll just go and mingle," Ken called after us. "Go team."By the time we got to the bathroom, Stacy was pale. I could feel her trembling next to me as her hand shook in mine. First, I locked the door behind us. Then, I let go of her hand and checked all the stalls to make sure they were empty. Finally, I went back to her and stopped her pacing by laying my hands on her shoulders and bringing her to a halt in front of the mirror. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. Scott, don'
Scott and I had what felt like less than thirty seconds to meet up with Kenny, who had found Willow throwing up in the bathroom, before we were discovered. "Stay with Willow. Lay low. Find a different way out of here and then text it to me and whatever you do, don't come up to us until the time is right," Scott had said to Kenny. "Incoming," I said, spotting Don Marcus and Luca at a poker table not too far away. Both of them here threw me for a loop. One was bad enough as it is, but both kof them? It was an uncommon and unfortunate occurrence. They had spotted us too. Luca and I made eye contact as he whispered to the two big hulks now headed our way. "How will I know when the time is right?" asked a nervous Kenny. "Trust me, you'll know. Now go," said Scott, seamlessly turning away from Kenny just as Luca's men approached us. "Don Marcus wants to talk," said one of the big guys, hands behind his back. "Lead the way," said Scott, his voice almost chipper. If his heart was beat
But the damage was already done. When she tried to pull away, now blushing again, I let her know about my problem by pressing my hard on into her back. She bit her lower lip again, but a muffled moan came out of her anyway. "Distract me," I said, trying to control myself. Was it even possible to have a boner that she gave me go away without one of her holes or her hands being involved? "Well you can't never sell a photo and I'm not going anywhere, so you'll just have to suck it up. In fact, you would probably sell more photos if you didn't spend all your time hiding out with me," she said, her voice shaky and uneven. "First you're jealous of a thumbs up and me knowing someone's name, who I worked with by the way, and now you want to get rid of me? Damn, talk about hot and cold," I said, resisting the urge to dry hump her ass as my hands moved impatiently about her middle and I laid a chaste kiss on her neck. "You do know no one knows who the photographer is, right?" Kenny a
"That was a good day," she said, smiling serenely. "You know it's love when you let someone bury you in the sand. One of us clearly loves the other more," I said with a snort. "I don't know what you're complaining about. So I didn't let you bury me in the sand. I let you fuck me in a cave after we went swimming. Way better," she said with a grin. "We both know that was to satisfy your selfish, horny pussy, baby. Once your mouth was on mine, you got so horny I was convinced I'd fuck you in the sea," I said, making her blush. "I hope you're happy. Now you'll never get to say you fucked me in the sea," she said with the cutest little pout. "Unlike you, I don't talk about how we fuck unless it's with you," I admonished her for what I stumbled on this afternoon. "You're such a bad girl. What dirty secrets would you have told them if I hadn't come to your defense?" She probably wouldn't find this very sexy, so I didn't tell her I would never risk her getting an infection ju
"What the fuck was that?" Stacy hissed, her nostrils flaring after the gallery owner's assistant gave me a thumbs up. "You were there three hours ago while I eye fucked you in front of your friends, right?" I said, reminding her how besotted I was with her. "I did not hear an answer to my question. Does she have a thing for you?" she asked, her icy blues clouding over with malice. Would my baby finally believe it didn't matter who looked my way if the woman wasn't her after I put a ring on her finger? Or would she glare at women like that for the rest of our lives? Either was fine with me. I'd spend forever drowning her in love anyway. True to her word, Stacy was by my side all night long. I knew I wasn't being subtle. I brought up marriage so much that at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if she proposed to me before I could get down on one knee just to shut me up. I was so happy for us and how far we'd come that I couldn't help it. Nothing in the whole world was goin
Was Scott Brady putting the moves on me? How did that matter? What he wanted, I would always give him either way. "You. I love you," I said, breathless from the words and his eyes on me alone. "See the way her eyes burn when she says that to me? She looks like this every time. Like she's just been thoroughly fucked and she could get off on the words alone," he said, flashing his dimples at me. "I'm the only one she trusts with everything. Her body, her mind, her safety, her secrets. Even her heart. Everything she is fucking mine to protect just like I'm hers. That's why I'm not just special, Tony. I'm fucking irreplaceable. Not because I'm the only man to ever fuck her right. I am, but that's neither here nor there." "It bothers me so much how turned on I am right now," said Tony, fanning her face while Marlene looked away uncomfortably. "You just had to go and be an asshole there at the end, didn't you?" I said, giggling like they weren't even there and it was just me and h
Do you like it up the ass? How often does it go up there?" a conservative Marlene asked me, looking at me with curiosity more than anything else. "Marlene," I said with a gasp, shocked at her questions just the same. I was not telling them I took it up the ass for three weeks straight because he found me with a vibrator in my pussy. "Those are really good questions. Way to go Marlene. But the real question is does it hurt to sit because he fucked your pussy raw or your ass?" Tessa asked. They all stilled for this question, watching me with probing eyes. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and said, "My boyfriend told me—" "You're not going to do that thing where you quote him word for word, are you?" Marlene asked, now starting to get on my nerves with how bold she suddenly was. "Let her. I'm dying to know what gets her to spread her legs so much," said Tony, urging me to continue. Doing my best Scott impression, I quoted part of one of his many speeches to
Just like that, we were back to his rules, his way. From what I saw earlier though, I didn't think he minded either way so long as he got pussy. "I want, fuck. You know what I want," I said, forcing my pussy back on his dick. "So greedy. Ask nicely first. Do it quickly or you're taking it up the ass right here, right now," he said, but a few inches of his dick remained lodged in my pussy. "You're an asshole, but you're my asshole," I said, daring to defy him, forcing my pussy down more of his dick. He drove the rest of his dick into me himself, rubbing my clit while he watched my face as I took his dick into my pussy. "Don't you forget it. I'd do anything for you," he said, before he pulled back and fucked into me again. As promised, he promptly fucked me, rough and fast, filling my pussy up with come within minutes before he said, "Now get the fuck out." "I could stay. Actually help this time. I could go to the gallery with you to—" I argued, having taken the day
"Not this time, baby," he said, scooting off the bed until he was right in front of me. "You're coming with me," he said, on his feet and throwing me over his shoulder before I could object. "We can't be in here together," I protested, finally finding the words to tell him we didn't have time to fool around. "I can't not shower, baby. You need to get clean. I need to get clean. What's the problem?" he asked, pulling me into his arms for a soft kiss, thereby answering his own question. "This is the problem," I mumbled against his lips, but he only deepened the kiss. "Clean me up, Kendrick," he said, handing me the body wash after lathering up his hands in his fair share. "That's not going to get you far," I said, watching him lather the soap onto my breasts as he squeezed and massaged them. "We'll buy some more tomorrow if we run out. I don't want anythi
With an easy smile, I lowered my pussy onto his dick. His eyes were glued to my pussy sinking down on his dick as I planted my feet firmly on the bed, squatting on his dick. "Fuck yes," I sighed, content at having him inside me. "My pussy missed your dick so much."Last night was amazing as always, but I needed more. Playing by my rules instead of his for a change felt liberating."So much better," he sighed. "Stop fucking around and fuck me," he ordered, despite being in no position to give orders. You know I'll give you anything you want even now, don't you baby? As I started moving up and down his dick, his eyes remained glued to watching my pussy move on his dick. "You're drooling baby," I teased him with a smug smile. "The real thing is just so much better than a photo," he said with a groan. "Let me see you rub your pretty pussy for me, baby." One of my hands landed on his thigh as I leaned back, sli
This information was in the back of my head too, but when he asked me to do something to his dick, I couldn't stop myself. I felt his eyes on me as I sucked him off. My hand slid down my pants to rub my pussy. "Don't," he warned me. "You won't have me cuffed to this bed forever. Don't fucking piss me off." "You can do whatever you want to your clit. Your words, not mine, Scottie," I said, dragging my mouth off his dick just long enough to say this to him before I went back to sucking. "Let me see that it's just your clit then," he said, frustration oozing out of every word. I climbed over his leg, moving so that I was on all fours, bent over his dick. Then I pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs and started rubbing my pussy. He stared at me lustfully, watching me, pulling at the handcuffs again. "Fuck," he said with a groan. "Baby—" "I'm not putting my pussy and ass in your face. This is all you're getting