His Playground (Owning Vegas #2)

by Kylie Kent

I’m Carlo Bianchi, orphaned at eight years old when my parents were murdered. I went through a few foster homes before I landed in the streets, right alongside Louie and Sammie.

Louie, aka bossman, is the one who led us all in the right direction. He had a goal of owning this city and he made sure he achieved it. But he didn’t do it alone. He brought us all up with him.

Sammie, the gentle giant. And I mean that. The guy’s a giant. But nothing about him is gentle. He never shies away from the blood and gore part of the job.

Then there’s Emmanuel. He’s… Well, let’s just say if “psychotic mess” were in the dictionary, you’d probably find his name as the definition. He found out early in our teens that he was the heir to a Mexican cartel.

Sammie manages Wild Card, Louie runs the Royal Flush, and I’m here at Aces High.

When Joey Marciano walks in, it takes all of my strength to keep my expression neutral. I’ve wanted to kill this motherfucker for years.

He’s also the father of the only woman I’ve ever wanted to keep. Of course, that’s a closely-guarded secret only that same daughter and I know about.

My heart is racing. Someone from our organization, or someone from another family. There is no option here. Like fuck am I going to sit back and watch the woman I’ve loved from a distance be marry’d off to anyone who isn’t me.

“I’ll do it. I’ll marry her. For the family. It’s a good idea.” I lift a shoulder, doing my best not to show just how much I want to fucking do this. I need to fucking do this.

I can’t fucking wait for Antonia to find out who she’s being offered to on a silver platter. I can already picture her reaction—and let’s just say she won’t take too kindly to the idea. No doubt she’s going to try to kill me.

“He doesn’t matter, and he doesn’t exist,” I say. As in, the one guy I loved. Carlo Bianchi. Forever known as “he” because we don’t ever utter his name. I thought he loved me once, until he showed me that I meant absolutely nothing to him.

“Or the second chapter of an old love.” Luna clinks her glass with mine.

“You don’t know, do you?” I crane my neck to the side. “Know what?” I point to the sign on the wall beside us. It reads: Congratulations, Carlo and Antonia. “We’re getting married, babe.” I smile.

“We’re creating an alliance between two organizations. But you didn’t ask that. You asked what I get, and what I get is you,” he says it like it’s something he actually wants. “And you expect me to believe that you want me?” I almost giggle at the thought. “I don’t give a fuck if you believe it or not, Antonia. It’s the truth.”

Better the devil you know and all that bullshit.” I shrug.

didn’t tell you, but you look fucking beautiful,” I whisper before slamming my lips down on hers for the first time in years. When we pull apart, Antonia is breathless and glaring at me. “I hope you enjoyed that, because it’s the last time you will ever touch me.” “Keep telling yourself that, Mrs. Bianchi.”

I vaguely remember having a conversation with Carlo a long time ago about what my dream wedding would look like.

I think my brain is playing tricks on me, wanting me to believe something that just isn’t there.

I’m not delusional. Just trying to find a way to survive, I guess.

“I bet you would. You think this is some kind of joke? The last time I saw you, you were naked in bed with someone who very much wasn’t me. You asked me to meet you and I found you with some bimbo. And now, I’m married to you without a choice, and you want to talk about school?”

I took her virginity three years ago. I once told her I was going to be her first and her last. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone between.

I can’t leave Jazzy with Charlotte for too long or she’ll come

home with a Southern accent.”

I can’t tell her what really happened three years ago, or why I had to make her hate me. If I do, I’ll just be breaking her heart all over again.

“Evie,” Jazzy repeats. “Are you going to marry Tío E? Because he has your name on his wrist. And my daddy has Antonia’s name on him and he married her.”

It’s then that I realize something… and it scares the absolute crap out of me. I can’t protect my heart from this man, because he already owns it. He always has.

“Because now I have to do what you tell me to do, right?” she fires back. “You have to do what you want to do,” I say. Unless what she wants to do is leave me, because that isn’t fucking happening. I don’t tell her that part. I’m not a complete idiot.

“I want to feel you come all over me. I want my wife to choke my cock, milk me of everything I have. Mrs. Bianchi, you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Her pussy gushes and convulses around me. When her mouth opens, I fuse my lips to hers, muffling the sounds she makes as her body lets go and she comes apart.

“I love you.” I don’t need her to say it back. I know she loves me. She always has. For good or bad, the kind of love we have doesn’t just go away.

love you,” she replies. Her words are barely a whisper, but they’re there. Out in the open. And so are the tears that slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t break me again, Carlo.” I wipe the wetness away. “I promise you I will never break you again. It’s you and me now, Antonia. It’s our turn to choose us.”

Why are you asking me and not attempting to do what he wants?” “I thought about it. But we agreed to give this a real go. That means no lies, no betrayals, no cheating,” she tells me.

Never in a million years did I think I’d be giving Carlo a second chance to destroy my heart. But here I am, fully in this marriage, hoping against hope that he’s just as committed as I am.

“You want me to kill your father? He’s your only parent, Antonia.” “What other option do we have? If it’s a choice between you and him, I’m choosing you,” she says. “And I know him. He won’t stop at one failed attempt.”

“Okay, but I don’t need another house. This is… a lot of house,” she says, looking up at the estate again. “Well, we can fill it with all those babies we’re going to have.” I lead her up the stairs to the front door. “Yeah, sure.” Antonia laughs.

“Shit, what are you doing?” Antonia squeals. “Carrying you over the threshold. It’s tradition. You know, like a wife taking her husband’s name.” My palm lands on her ass.

When I reach the back of her throat, she fucking swallows. Holy shit. That’s… not something she’s ever done before.

Well, not something she’s done when we were together. And that has me thinking about where she learned to do it and who she practiced on. My vision goes red. Whoever the fuck it was, I’m going to find them, and then I’m going to kill them. I don’t want another living soul knowing what my wife’s mouth or pussy feels like.

“Not God. Me. Your husband,” Carlo says. “You are mine, Antonia. You are my wife.”

“You’re mine, and I’m yours, Carlo.”

“I want you to soak my dick, Antonia. Come all over me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you like it fucking you.” He presses gentle kisses up and down the side of my neck, the gesture a stark contrast to the filthy words leaving his mouth. “When I kill them, I’ll bring you their balls in a jar,” he says.

“I’ve literally never seen a better-looking table,” I tell her. “Although there is one way it could improve.” “How? What did I miss?” “You, spread naked on top of it.” I smirk. “If you play your cards right, that could happen,” she says, and my cock instantly hardens.

“I love you. This dinner, whatever you’re stressed about, it’s going to be fine.” “I just want it to be perfect. I don’t want to embarrass you,” she says. “Antonia, you are one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given. Having you as my wife is an honor. I’d never be embarrassed of you.”

“I need you to come, Antonia. I need you to cover my cock. Come all over it,” I grunt as I continue to fuck her. “Oh shit.” Her nails dig into the flesh on the back of my neck. “You are mine,” I tell her. “I’m never letting you go.”

You don’t ever need to do anything because you think others will like it. Just be yourself, sweetheart, and the right people will love you for who you are,” I tell her.