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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part Eight

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap; rape

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Chapter Eight ~ Negotiations

Presley

I’ve never given much thought on how my life would end.

When I was trapped in my father’s house and slated to marry Charles, I had considered taking my own life just to escape. But my mother, bless her, she knew and convinced me that she would get me away from this life. When I was on the run, I feared a bullet being put into me. The last year was the first time that I hadn’t thought about my demise. For the first time, I could plan a future. I could see myself having love with Curtis, raising our children. We had talked and we always wanted more.

It wasn’t suppose to be like this. Mama had said that marriage was hard work but that love would be the foundation. I had asked her once whether she loved my father. She told me she used to. A lot of things had changed after the war we had when i was a child. That was the reason he could no longer have children, an accident. After the war, my father changed and was no longer my papa. He starting making plans on how to protect his family, his legacy. I was a princess and now I was just a pawn.

Enter Charles.

He was sweet, once. When we were introduced, he had charm, charisma. A good looking man from an under family. He had saved one of my cousins and earned favor with my father. My engagement was announced a month later. He just had to wait until I turned 18.

Then came the library.

It was a typical mafia soiree, food, liquor, music. I needed a moment to breathe. I was feeling nervous. My birthday was in less than a month away. I wasn’t ready to be a wife and my mother had been pleading with my father to wait until I was older. But my father refused. So, I was sulking in the library, emotional over all the congratulatory wishes we were getting. I had to stand by his side. At the time, I was happy to marry Charles. I would be queen of this family as my father has always said. But when someone mentioned starting a family right away, a surge of unease filtered into my belly and I needed a moment.

“You’re hiding, love.” I turned to look back at Charles.

“I just needed a moment to take it all in.” I smiled to comfort him. “Its a little overwhelming.”

“Yes, it is. But when we are in charge, you will want for nothing, be worried for nothing.” He kissed my forehead. “I promise, everything will be fine.”

“I know you will take care of me, Charles. But, I am nervous about being intimate and having kids. I wanted to see the world and live a little. I wanted to spend time with my husband before we are parents.” I looked back out the window.

“I can’t believe you are so innocent in this world.” He pressed up next to me and I could feel how aroused he was at the idea of me being innocent.

“Charles, please, I just need space,” as I moved to push him away.

“Oh, darling, I’m just looking for a taste.” He grabbed my hands to put them over my head. My dress, which he had requested be shorter than I liked, rode up to the tops of my thighs. “You are gorgeous, my little innocent flower, mi Piccola.” He kissed me hard. I struggled to break free but he had a tight hold on me. With my wrists in one hand, Charles used his other hand to skim from my knee up my dress. “Fuck, so hot right here,” pressing on my center.

I screamed. He tried to silence me but the sound caused my guard, Natalia, to rush the room. My mother had been looking for me and ran in with her. Natalia pulled Charles off of me and threw him to the ground. “You’ll never lay a hand on her again or I will gut you like a fish.”

Charles picked himself up and dusted off his clothes. “You will regret this,” he told her. “All of you!” He stormed out. I was sobbing in my mother’s arms.

“Sweetie, this is bad,” my mother says to me. “We need to get you out of here. Natalia, in my sewing room is an envelope with Ameila’s name on it in the bottom drawer. Grab it and wait for us in the garden.” My mother grabbed my face. “You’re gonna be ok. You just keep running.” She walked me out to the back of the house, away from the party.

“Natalia will know what to do. Just keep moving. Change your name if you can Ameila.” We made it to the back fence. Natalia was there with a small backpack. “Take care of her.” She kissed Nat’s forehead. “Keep her safe. I will distract them for as long as I can.” She looked at me. “I love you princessa. Remember that.” She took of the necklace she wore, my favorite and sent me into the night.

I didn’t know that would be the last time I ever saw her.

We ran and for some reason, a car flashed it lights. “I called in a favor,” Natalia told me. A man behind the wheel didn’t say anything as we climbed in. But before I closed the door, I heard a shot in the night.

We ran for two years before we got separated. They had found us, my father’s men and Natalia led them in a different direction. I thought she was dead as well. I found my way into Massachusetts and met Cat. The rest is history. I thought I was safe, that i found a home. My future was in my sight.

I didn’t see that I would be back in Charles’s clutches.

He paces in front of me, speaking on the phone. I keep digging my nails into my palms, trying to stop my body from trembling. I can only imagine who he is on the phone with. Probably my father. He finally hangs up and turns to me. “I’ve been waiting six years to find you Amelia.”

“My name is Presley.” Why am I being defiant to a psychotic man?

“That’s right. Marco did say that you changed your name. Legally as well.” He smiled. I remember that smile. Ladykiller, my mother called it once. “We’ll change it back once we are married.”

“I’m not getting married.”

It was like he was lightning. One second he was on the side of the room, the next he was in front of me, grabbing my chin so I would look at him. “If I say we are getting married, then we are getting married. Do you understand me? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” I nodded, scared to open my mouth. This is the lunatic that my father chose for me. “Good.” He planted a kiss on my lips and it took everything not to gag. “Now, we leave in an hour, so freshen up, we have a drive a head of us.”

Once we were in the car, Marco driving with another guard I had never met, Charles took my hand and intertwined our fingers. When I tried to pull away, he just tightened his grip. “You’re hurting me,” I whispered.

“Then behave.” Charles sighed. “You know Presley, I wish we had the last six years.”

“Why? You just wanted to use me.” I kept looking out the window, tears slowly running down my face.

“I thought you and I were made for each other. I only ever wanted a taste. I was never going to hurt you, sweetheart. But you decided to scream. And everything was ruined. Your father though, he is a smart man. He still made me his right hand and I’ve slowly taken over. The men answer to me.” He squeezed my hand until I looked at him. “I am the head of the Giovanni family now by reputation. After I make you my wife, I’ll be the head of this family forever.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Stick and stones, sweetheart. You could have been in a position of power. Standing by my side. But now, well now, now you are going to be my little slut. I’ll keep you chained to our bedroom, naked and waiting for me to use you as my personal cumdrop. Whenever I need a release, it will be in your little whore pussy.” He voice was calm, smooth, as if his words weren’t deploring, deprecating. He grasped my by my hair to tilt my head so I could look up at him. “I always win, princessa. It took six years to take power from yur father but I can bet that it will take less time to break you.”

I struggled to get away from him put he pinned me as he got close to my face. “Don’t touch me,” I cried.

“You’re mine, Piccola and I will do whatever I want.” He inhaled my scent and then kissed my neck. “I can’t wait to make you submit.”

Yes, I was back in my nightmare.

Charles

Leaving my princess in her cell, I moved to the living room. My men were preparing for our departure from Camden. We need to leave before the King of Camden knows we are in his city. “How much longer?” I ask.

Sid answers, “five minutes, just waiting for the last car.” The plan is set.

“Excellent. Sid, get our Queen and put her in my car.” I fixed the cuffs of my suit and turned to Marco, my second. Are the preparations ready?

“Yes sir. The ceremony site is ready and we have Mrs. Giovanni’s dress for Amelia.”

“Perfect.” Once I married her, I was changing her name back. I fucking hate that name. Presley. She’s been my Amy, my Amelia, my Piccola, my queen. And I was going to demonstrate my power to the family.

Everett thinks he got the underhand on me yesterday. Showing old man Giovanni the supposed “proof” of my indiscretions was a step too far. All of those were willing participants. At least they were, once I fucked them hard enough to render them stupid. I made all of them sign NDAs after I had them. All except my cousins and Mrs. Barber. She had tasted the sweetest. Fucking Lloyd spoiled that taste for me.

Its been about four hours since Amelia was taken from the Everett compound and my phone buzzes. I smile because I know who it has to be. “Hello Mr. Everett.”

“You little fucking bastard!”

I laughed. "You told me twenty four hours. Well I did it in four. Look at that.”

“I will find you and I will get back my girl.”

“She was never yours,” I growl. “She has always been mine. Happy hunting, Mr. Everett.” I hung up on him and walked out to the cars. “Let’s go!”

Amelia is seated right next to me, holding herself as far away from me as possible. “You’ll enjoy being my Queen, Amelia.”

“Presley,” she whispers.

“I hate that name,” I growl. “We’ll change it as soon as possible.” My phone rings again and I smile. “Mario, what can I help you with?” I put the phone on speaker.

“Do you have my daughter?”

I hold the phone out towards her. She looked at me and I growl lowly to her. Her lips tremble before she answers. “Hi papa.”

“Lia.” I can see Amelia’s eyes begin to water. I knew that was her nickname she had when she was a child. It's something that she probably hadn’t heard in years. “Are you ok?” What the fuck is this question? The man has never cared for his child in the time I knew him.

She looks at me terrified and I nod for her to answer. “I’m ok.”

“Good. I will see you in a few hours, figlia.”

“Si, papa.” She looks away from the phone but I can see the tears running down her face.

“Everything alright Mario?” I could have sworn I heard something in his voice. He wasn’t usually affectionate with his daughter but then again its been six years since he’s seen her.

“Nothing, Blackwood. Just get her here.”

He hangs up and I turned back to Amelia. “I can’t wait for our wedding night, Piccola.” I run a hand up her leg. I wish she had been in a dress or skirt so I could feel the smooth skin I remembered. But she slaps my hand away.

“Do not touch me,” she seethes.

I won’t let this behavior continue. I grab her by her hair at the root and pull her head towards me. She cries out and as much as I love that sound, I need to ignore it. “You are mine Amelia. I can do whatever i want with you. Do you understand?” When she doesn’t answer, I yank harder. “Say it.”

She whimpers. “I’m yours.”

I kiss her hard. Finally, I have what has been mine for the last ten years.

Curtis

I’m pacing.

That call with Blackwood put me on my last nerve. Jake is tracking the necklace. She never takes it off. It subtle enough that no one things its worth anything. That’s why Presley liked it so much. But her ring, well her ring will be a show stopper. I want the world to know she is mine.

“She’s still stopped at the same location,” Jensen says. “Its still in Camden.”

“Sir, are you sure you don’t want to reach out to the King of Camden? He could have the house surrounded in an hour,” Clint asks.

“No, something like that could trigger them to hurt her.” I knew I could call Ari and have him help but this was my war. I do send him a message, as a courtesy.

Everett: Levinson, heads up, there is a situation happening in a house in Camden. We have a feeling it will move in the next hour but I wanted you to be aware. Levinson: Need help? Everett: not yet. I don’t want to risk her or your men. Levinson: Her? Your queen? You know our agreement is we help Everett: I know. I have an insider and they have advised to stand down for now. We’re tracking her. Levinson: You know Jennie and I would do anything if needed. Everett: I know. I’ll let you know.

I put down phone and resume my pacing. I need to get her back. the visual of my children asking for their momma hurts my chest so much, I actually rub at it. It feels like hours have passed but in reality its just been a few minutes. My phone rings. “Yes?”

“They are moving. To New Jersey.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll wait for you.” The line goes dead.

I face my team. “Jersey. Let’s get ready.” The men move to grab their gear but I see one person who is waiting. “Nat?”

“I’m coming with you.” The determination is set on her face.

“Natasha, that is not a good idea,” Clint starts to say but I stop him.

“Nat, are you sure? This will be dangerous and I don’t think Presley would want you to be in danger.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Tell me you’re sure.”

“It was my job to get her to safety. I’m just finishing the job that Mrs. Giovanni gave me. Please, let me finish my work.”

I nodded. “It’s your right but you listen to either me or Clint.” She nodded. “Let’s move.”

I watched the blinking light on the monitor Jensen handed to me. Hang on Kitten, I’m coming for you.

Presley

A few hours later and I know I am back in hell.

Well, my own personal hell.

I’m back in my father’s house.

Charles escorts me into the house. It looks the same, as if time stood still. I looked around and saw the one thing that had changed. In the corner stood a painting of my mother and me. There were fresh flowers positioned around it. I took a step towards it to read the plaque.

Beloved Wife and Daughter

Forever In Our Hearts

He has got to be joking. I scoff at the painting and turn back and freeze.

“Lia.”

One word. Its one word that until today I hadn’t heard in years. Its a direct hit to my heart and it cracks.

“Papa.”

My father rushes and pulls me into his arms. I remember this type of hug. It’s the type of hug I missed after I left. After I had disappointed him. “Mi Bambina,” he cradles my face. “I wish you had disappeared figlia,” he whispered. I’m confused.

“I wish I had too.” A tear slides down my cheek and he brushes it away.

“Figlia, non aver paura. C'è un piano per farti uscire di qui. Ricorda solo tutto quello che ti ho insegnato.” (Daughter, don't be afraid. There is a plan to rescue you. Just remember everything I have taught you.)

The one downfall of Charles Blackwood is that he didn’t learn enough Italian. I’ve been fluent since I was five years old. My father has a plan. A plan to have me rescued.

“Si papa.” I look to Charles. “He said to take me to my room and wait for him there.”

“Fine.” Charles takes my arms and moves me up the stairs. “You know, I’m not stupid, Amelia. I know your father said something else to you.” We enter my room and he spins me to be pressed against the now closed door. He whole body seems to be covering me. “What did he say, Amelia? Don’t lie.”

I try to push him away but it’s useless. I slump against the door and look at him. He said this wasn’t part of the plan but that I earned it.

Charles smiles sinisterly. “This is the plan, baby. I’m getting what I was owed six years ago.” He tears at my shirt and i scream.

“Stop! Let go of me!” I swing my arms but then he grabs them and pins them over my head with one hand while the other roams my body.

“You’re so soft Piccola. And warm. Are you warm everywhere?” He undoes the button of my jeans and slides a hand in. “Oh yes, warm and wet.”

“I don’t want this, please stop,” I plead.

“No,” he says as he pushes a finger in. I squeal at the intrusion and its like he gets off on it. “So tight Piccola. Does Everett not please you enough? Is he just that small?” I shake my head but he stops it with a sharp thrust into my pussy and his palm buts my clit. I gasp and Charles chuckles. “So responsive.”

He starts to pump his fingers at an unrelenting pace. “Come for me Piccola. Scream out my name.”

“No!” I try to close my legs but he forces them open with his thigh. He’s fucking me with his fingers and my traitorous body begins to tingle. A soft moan escapes from the amount of pleasure he is giving me. I close my eyes and thing of Curtis. Curtis is doing this to me. Curtis loves me and loves to see my body break for him.

“That’s it, Piccola. Give in. Let me feel you break.” Charles curls his fingers and I shatter. I cry as my orgasm washes over me. He doesn’t stop. He works me through it until i collapse in his arms. Only then does he remove his hand. He takes his cum soaked fingers and licks them clean. “Delicious.” He pushes me so I’m on my knees, ripping away my clothes and takes me from behind. No matter how much I scream or cry, he is unrelenting until he finishes inside me. “I can’t wait until i can do that every night,” he tells me as he button ups. He yanks me towards the bed and I fall beside it. “Stay here until its time.” He exits and locks te door from the outside.

I curl up on the floor and cry. I cry for the humiliation, the degradation, the stolen pleasure.

I cry because now, I’m not sure Curtis will want me after Charles took what wasn’t his.

Curtis

Where half an hour from the Giovanni cmpound when I get a text.

MG: She’s here. Security is heavy.

I smirk as I read the message. Its amazing what people will do to right the past.

Fifteen minutes after the meeting ends....

“Everett, can I have a word?”

I looked at Mario Giovanni. “I thought we are done negotiating. Shouldn’t your successor be here?”

Mario looked around. “Please Curtis. For my daughter?”

That set off the alarm bells. “What about her?”

“Walk with me.” I walked out to his yard. “You know, this was Amelia’s favorite place. Her uncles and I had built her a play house for her princess parties.” I see a dilapidated wooden house that has ivy growing over it. “Many of my associates said I should get rid of it to remove the memory of my traitorous daughter. But no, its the only thing I have of her. Its also the only place where the camera and microphones can’t reach.”

My head whipped to him but he motioned to keep quiet. “The guards will give me a minute so pay attention.” I nodded. “You will receive a call in a few hours that my daughter will have been taken from your home. Charles will have someone take her and he will work to bring her back here. You need to go home and check on your family. I will ensure my daughter is safe.”

“Why would you allow it to happen?”

“Because he can’t be stopped. I will keep you updated on what is happening. Allow him to think you are chasing him. I will do my best to protect her.”

“Why now?”

“I will explain later but for now, know that I love my daughter very much.”

Present

As we assemble down the street, Jensen pulls up a map of the house that Mario had provided. “According to our insider, there are guards on every landing on each staircase. We need to send in someone in to distract. The problem is, we don’t know where Blackwood, Giovanni or any other guards are or stationed.”

“Giovanni is in his garden,” I said, unblinking. “We only have to contend with Blackwood and his minions.”

My team looks at me before Clint clears his throat. “We can access the attic if we are quick on the side,” he points. “Coming from up top gives us an advantage.”

“I’ll do it,” Natasha volunteered.

“No,” I reply. “I need you to be the eyes for us since you know the house. We’ll send Johnny up.” I looked at the man, Johnny Storm. “Think you can handle that kid?”

“No problem. I’ll cause a diversion.”

“Get into places,” I tell them. I look at Natasha. “Are you sure?”

“I owe her and her mom to get her back alive.” Natasha pulled her red curls into a pony tail.

“Just watch yourself,” I said and kiss her forehead. “You’ll be in alone for a bit to scope. I’ll be thirty seconds behind you.”

Natasha nods. “If anything happens, the combination to the lock box in my room is 12-03-19-84.”

“Nat, if...”

“This is the life I chose when I joined the Giovanni family. This is just a precaution. I plan on coming back and marrying Adam.”

My gut is telling me this is a bad idea but I just nod and she gears up. My coms crackle and I hear Johnny, “Flame on.” Smoke billows from the side of the house before I hear him again. “I’m on the roof.”

“Ok, Nat, you’re up.” She moved but I stopped her. “Please be careful.”

“Take care of our girl ok?” Nat smiles. “See you in a minute.” She enters the house and I send a prayer.

I’m listening to comms as different people enter the house at different points. “Breaching the attic,” I hear Storm say. I can hear thumps as people hit the ground. Clint taps me on the back and we move into the house. Each area is clear as I see a couple of Blackwood’s goons on the floor. “Natasha,” I whisper. “Where are you?” Silence greets me and I look at Clint.

“May be she got bogged down, he replies. I have the layout. Presley’s old room was on the third floor to the left. I think she may be there.”

“Ok, let’s move.” We move through the staircase, checking bodies as we go. We get to the mid-landing between the second floor and the third floor and I see a shock of red hair under another body. “No!” I pull the goon off of Natasha and her eyes are closed, two bullet wounds across her chest, blood trickling from her wounds. “Nat!”

“Sir, we have to move,” Clint says. “I’ll call someone to get her. We won’t leave her. We need to get to our queen.”

There is water in my eyes. Presley's best friend is gone and she may never forgives me for this. I wipe at my eyes and then hear a blood-curdling scream. Its my girl, my Kitten, my queen.

My Presley.

I charge up the stairs and follow her screams. I kick in the door and see Charles holding Presley, using her as a human shield, a gun to her head. “Let her go, Blackwood,” I growl.

He just laughs. “Who do you think has the upper hand here? I know its not you.”

“Kitten, are you okay?” She nods but squeaks when Charles tightens his grip. “Stop!”

“Never. She is mine.” He turns his face towards her and sniffs her hair before kissing her cheek. “Hmm, she smells good enough to eat.” His sinister smile tuns back to me. “Now, drop your weapon and step back out. Another move towards us and I will cut her.”

“Ok, ok.” I dropped my gun and kicked it towards them. I raised my hands and move towards to the door. “I love you Kitten.”

“I love you,” she rasped.

“How very touching,” Charles sneered. “Now...” before he could finish the sentence, Presley elbowed him, causing him to drop the knife. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me.

“Curtis!” She wrapped around me. I kissed her head, thankful she was ok.

“Go, Clint is on the stairwell.” I spun us around, my back to the room. “I’m sorry Kitten but I need you to run.”

Presley’s eyes widen.“Curtis look out!”

I turned back and that when I felt the knife slide into my gut, my eyes now on the face of the deranged man holding it

Presley

I watched in horror as Charles stuck the knife into Curtis. I screamed and Charles pulled the knife back out.

“Look at what you made me do, Piccola. I ruined my shirt.” He laughed as Curtis fell to his knees and then his back, holding on to the wound. Charles just laughed and laughed, like the psychotic animal that he is. I feel to my knees and put pressure on the wound.

“Hang on baby, just hang on. Clint!” I screamed as Charles began to wipe the tears of laughter from his face, smearing Curtis’s blood on himself.

“You sound like you want to save him, Amelia. Why? You’re mine.” He was starting to make sense again and I knew my time was limited. I saw Curtis’s gun on the floor. I grabbed it and stood up, pointing it at him “What are you going to do, Amelia? Shoot me?”

“I could. Or I could send you away for a long time.” I griped the gun tighter, trying not to end this so fast.

“Do you even know how to use that, Amelia? Hmm, I bet you are so scared right now. Hand me the gun Amelia. Be a good girl.” He reached for it and I took a step back.

“It's funny you think that I don’t know how to use this, Charles. I’m a mafia princess. My father and my uncles have been teaching me about guns since I was five years old. The most dangerous person in this room is me.” I cocked the gun back and pointed the gun back at Charles.

“You’re too sweet, too innocent to murder me Amelia. You really want to live with that sin on your conscience?” He mocked me.

“For the last fucking time, my name is Presley.”

Every seen a bullet hit a skull? It has an interesting effect, especially as close range. Rather gross.

Charles head snapped back and he was dead before he hit the ground. I dropped the gun and went back to Curtis. “Hang on baby, ok, someone is coming to help ok?”

Curtis looked up at me and smiled, blood already coating his teeth. “I’m happy I got to see you again, Kitten,” he labored. “Will miss you.”

“No, don’t say that, Curtis. You promised to marry me, you promised we could make babies, to make siblings for Joshie and Evie,” I sob. “Clint! Please, someone help!!”

Curtis reaches up to cup my face. “I love you. Tell them I love them too. Take care of them.”

“I love you too, but please. No! Curtis, no! Please don’t leave me! Curtis, don’t close your eyes!”

I don’t feel the mass of people that rush into the room to help him. All I can see are his eyes closing for the last time.

“Curtis!”

Epilogue

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