This chapter has absolutely no plot – just the smut. I got a good taste of it in the last chapter and I just couldn't help myself. Enjoy, favorite and review!


By the time the boys came back, Veronica had fallen asleep. Marco marveled at her as he pulled on his sweat pants. Her hair had dried in wild waves around his pillow, framing her beautiful face. He hadn't wanted to leave her, but his over whelming need to keep her safe had drug him from his bed.

Marco slipped from his room as silently as possible and entered his kitchen. Vinnie and Philly were there, beers in hand, with one in front of Marco's seat. "What happened?"

"We couldn't find them. We checked that alley you told us about and they had already run for it. To top it all off, the bar they were dealing from is closed. The windows were boarded up and everything." Vinnie admitted.

"This is unacceptable." Marco groaned, leaning back in his seat and lit himself a cigarette.

"We can keep her safe, boss. It won't be a problem. They'll fuck up and we'll find them." Vinnie assured his cousin.

Marco wasn't worried about keeping her safe. He knew he would be able to do that. In fact, he hadn't wanted to do anything more. "She's gonna be staying here for a while. Until we can find these fucks and get them the fuck out of Brooklyn." He said. He got up and pulled a few bills from a jar on the counter and handed them to Philly. "In the morning I want you to go get some of her clothes from Nino's, let him know she won't be at work. Run by the store and get groceries, too."

"Groceries?"

"Yeah, we need stuff besides beer in the fucking refrigerator." He tried to control his temper. "I'm going back to bed. I don't want to be disturbed until you find them, not even if someone dies." He put out his smoke and walked back to his room.

Veronica had rolled over, reaching across his side of the bed in her sleep. He smirked at her sleeping form, trying to decide how to move her without waking her. He picked up her hand, slipping underneath her arm and freezing as soon as she snuggled closer into his chest. "You left me." She pouted quietly.

"I had to go give instructions. We won't be disturbed anymore." He said in his signature husky voice. "How're you feeling?"

"I feel fantastic." She smiled, eyes still closed.

"Good." He whispered, kissing her forehead, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Go back to sleep, kitten."


Veronica woke up early feeling well rested and more alive than she had felt before. Marco's entire demeanor screamed sex, and he didn't disappoint. She was amazed that this is what she had been missing out on all of this time. She slipped out from under his arm and wandered down the hallway.

"Morning, princess." Philly said, reading the paper by the table.

"Oh, hi." She squeaked, painfully aware of how she looked at the moment. Her hair was a mess and she was still wearing Marco's clothing. "Coffee?"

"You're in luck. Boss had me buy actual food. None of us know how to cook, but he figured you'd like the gesture." He cleared his throat. "I also got some stuff from your apartment, just in case you wanted to get dressed."

"Thanks, Philly." She blushed. "Did you want breakfast?"

"Doll, does it look like I turn down food?" He joked.

Marco woke up to an empty bed. He ran his fingers through his hair to get his off his forehead when he sat up, hearing giggling and laughter coming from his kitchen. He pulled the drawstring tighter on his sweats and padded quietly down the hall to find Veronica, still in his clothing, hair still in tousled sex-waves, flipping pancakes on his stove.

"Morning, boss." Philly said, cautiously. He knew all too well that look that Marco had on his face.

"You've got her cooking for you?" Marco snapped.

"Marco." Veronica said, turning around and placing a foot up on the stove. "I wanted to make breakfast."

"You couldn't get dressed first?" He growled.

"I didn't want to wake you." She shrugged.

"Philly! Go check on the club."

"Aw, but boss. My pancakes."

"Fuck your pancakes. Get out." He yelled.

Philly muttered a few curses, but left anyway. Marco followed behind him, locking the kitchen door. "What do you think you're doing? Walking around like that?"

"I don't see the big deal. It's just your cousin."

"You know how many guys walk in and out of this house all day? I don't want them all making eyes at you." He walked up to her and grabbed her ass, firm in both his hands. "This is mine." He leaned down, kissing her roughly, his tongue dominating hers and she welcomed it completely. He picked her up and spun her around, lifting her ass onto the kitchen table. "How are you feeling?" He muttered against her lips, reaching his large hand down the waistband of the boxers she was wearing and slipping into her wetness, causing her to moan and lurch forward in his skilled hands. He laughed to himself at her reaction.

"I thought it would feel worse." She sighed, gripping his wrist as he swirled a finger around her clit.

"We could try again." He groaned, kissing her neck.

"Please?" She purred.

He slipped his hand out of her waistband and pulled up her shirt, tossing it on the uncharacteristically clean floor. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her forward enough so that her ass was off the table, ripped the boxers off and laying her back down on her back. She reached forward, running a painted nail down the tightness of his stomach and daringly into the band of his sweats. He lurched forward, almost asking her to continue, but she pulled back, grabbing his wrists and tugging him forward so their stomachs collided in time with their lips. He bit down on her lower lip as he pulled back, running his hands down the expanse of her stomach, marveling at how she seemed even more flawless and fragile in the daylight. Mine, he reminded himself, before he tugged his sweats down and watched with his mouth agape as she slowly engulfed his full length. She gasped at the tight, impossibly full feeling of him.

She still felt sore and stretched from last night and was amazed that this action still felt pleasurable. When he was sure she had adjusted to the feeling of him, he leaned onto her, holding her neck down with one hand and rubbing her clit in the other as he picked up speed, pounding into her with the reckless abandon that he used for common whores. He was amazed that she still seemed so tight around him. Her moans became more frequent, almost pained by the beating she was taking. "Tell me. Say you belong to me." Marco whispered, his voice deep and dark and full of lust.

"I'm all yours, Marco." She somehow managed and that was enough to push him over the edge, pumping a few more times. He didn't stop swirling around her clit until he felt her shudder all around him, grasping at his wrist for leverage. "Marco?"

He managed to hum something similar to a reply.

"You made me burn my pancakes."