What Could Have Been
Chapter 1:-
Taylor had been seeing Rachel Deserve behind her father's back for a long time, a very long time – 15 years in total. She was 15 when he first saw her again after she'd been away, he had been 17. If her father, Teddy Deserve – Benny Chains right-hand man - had known, he would have had Taylor shot, especially if he'd known they first had sex when Rachel was still just 15 years old.
Rachel was actually Teddy's illegitimate daughter after an affair with a barmaid, and she had been sent to England to live with her mother for a couple of years. She returned just after her 15 birthday and as luck would have it Taylor was sent to pick her up from the airport.
By now, Taylor was already a legitimate tough guy, at 6'2" tall and pumped with muscle, not many people would want to tackle Taylor. But Rachel liked bad boys and she'd always had a crush on Taylor, even before she went to England. Seeing him stood in front of her now just reconfirmed those feelings.
Teddy trusted Taylor and it became Taylor's job to run her around, look after her, make sure nobody hurt her, take her wherever she wanted to go. But the only place she ever wanted to go was Taylor's bed. She made this plainly obvious.
The only people who knew about their relationship were Matty Demaret, Rachel's cousin and Taylor's best friend, Chris Scarpo and Johnny Marbles – and they all knew well enough to keep quiet, they'd seen first hand the damage Taylor could do.
As the years went by, it turned into a very deep love between Rachel and Taylor. Their times together were much anticipated, a snatched movie at the cinema when she was supposed to be at friends, a meal together whenever they could, but they never managed to fall asleep together or wake up together – the risk was too great.
When Rachel left high school she went to college, she wanted to be a doctor - a pediatrician maybe, because she loved kids and was a natural with them. It was to Rachel that Taylor would go when he needed patching up or repairing, he usually hated doctor's but this one always had a naughty glint in her eye for him, plus he sometimes got to make out with her in the storage closet, if he was lucky.
Teddy put an end to her studies when one night one of the other student doctor's tried to force himself on her, Teddy had him shot before Taylor could get a hold of him, leaving him with the feeling he'd let her down, that he should have been there to protect her. Teddy had sent him on a collection job, a job anyone could have done. Taylor never forgave Teddy either.
Taylor's hatred of Teddy was beginning to show, to his friends and to Rachel. Taylor would have loved nothing more than to have married Rachel and give her the life she deserved, the babies she wanted, the home she wanted. She was a good woman. She worked hard for her Uncle Benny, running the restaurant in his club, even though it wasn't what she wanted. Taylor wanted to give her all the things she deserved as well as wanted.
He had to find a way to be with her and not get himself, or her, killed in the process. In Teddy's eyes, Taylor was half-Jewish so he'd never be good enough to marry her, even though she was his illegitimate daughter. If Taylor took her out of Brooklyn and made a run for it, they would always be looking over their shoulders. He didn't want her to live her life like that, his mother's life had been like that and he had seen what it did to her.
Taylor was stashing away as much cash as possible, from the jobs he was doing for Teddy and Benny, plus all the money from the arcade games he ran for himself; just in case they ever needed it.
Taylor thought back to when he first saw her in the airport lounge, he hadn't seen her for two years, and now here she was, all grown up. She was still a short-ass at 5'2", her dark, wavy hair reached her waist, her skin was still the color of burnt caramel, and her eyes were still the greenest he'd ever seen.
As soon as she saw him, she gave him the biggest smile and he felt his heart pound in his chest, and his dick swell in his pants. If he was honest, he'd always thought she was pretty but knowing who her father was had always kept him away from her. But, now, well, maybe some things were just meant to be.
He'd gone in the Cadillac and as he took her home they made small talk. He asked her about England, her mother, English schools, anything just to hear her voice as she spoke back to him; she'd never lost her Brooklyn twang. She told him no matter how hard the teachers had tried; they couldn't knock Brooklyn out of her. He noticed she'd never taken her eyes off him, not once.
But it was maybe a couple of weeks later when he was taking her shopping to the mall that it happened. Always the gentleman, he'd gone to open the door for her. As she'd gotten out he was still bent down, she kissed him, full on the mouth. A real kiss. He'd jumped back – shocked. He told her she shouldn't be doing that but really he had wanted her to do it since the airport.
After a couple more weeks of being her personal bodyguard and being in close proximity to her, it became unbearable. She'd wanted to go see a film and he'd taken her to the cinema. As they sat in the dark, he'd automatically reached for her hand and she'd laid her head on his shoulder. He felt on top of the world. When the film finished and they'd gone back to the car, he kissed her. It wasn't a fumbling kid's kiss – no, this was something else. A kiss of true love, a promise.
When Taylor was 15 his papa had taken him to a prostitute, 'to get it done with', and he'd hated every minute of it and he thanked God it hadn't lasted long. Taylor swore the next time would be for love. He'd had girlfriends but none that he liked that much – not until he met Rachel again.
When they'd been seeing each other about a month, Taylor was called upon to take Rachel to a sleepover at a girlfriend's house. But when they got there it was a roadside Motel – Taylor was puzzled. She went to the check-in desk, paid, and was given a key. She motioned Taylor to follow. He got her bag out of the trunk and followed her to the motel room. As she opened the door, she turned and gave him the dirtiest grin he'd ever seen, and he realized what they were here for.
It was the first time that they made love together, and it was so completely different from his first time. This was Rachel's first time and he wanted to make it special for her. They never slept all night; they just kept kissing, touching, and making love. He knew it was wrong, she wasn't even old enough but hell he couldn't hold on much longer, she was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He could punish himself later but now all he could think about was how good she felt when she came, and how good she looked just after she came. Making love to her was what he wanted to do forever, just lie in her arms and forget about everything.
Over the years, they spent as many snatched moments together as they could, but it was never enough. It got a whole lot worse when she began working for her Uncle Benny; she never seemed to be out from under their protective eye. But they managed, with help from Matty, Chris and Marbles.