by Hamel, B. B.
He pressed his fingers in deep. I gasped, eyes wide, wiggled my hips.
“Yeah? Tell me.”
He smirked. “You’re not breakable. You’re not soft. You’re a gorgeous fuckpot that wants my thick cock between her legs. You want me to take you, use you, fuck you and make you come. You want it rough and deep and you’ll do whatever you have to do to feel good. If I tell you to ride my cock with your soaking little cunt, you’ll do it. I want to hear you say you’ll do it.”
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
“That’s right. That’s my good girl.” He licked me again, faster, faster, sucking and teasing and god, it felt too good.
I threw my head back and lost myself. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There were only his hands, his tongue, his lips. It drove me wild, right up to the point of orgasm, and held me there. I lingered on the abyss, lingered in pleasure, for so long it felt like I’d stay there forever. He kept me going and I kept saying his name, whispering it, chanting it. “Leo, oh, god, Leo.” My muscles tensed, spasmed. My back arched. Sweat ran down between my breasts.
And I finally came against his beautiful mouth. He lapped me up, greedy and incredible. I grabbed his hair hard and pulled it, not caring if it hurt him. It didn’t even make him pause as he licked me right through my orgasm, sucking my clit nice and hard, making me laugh and moan like I’d gone insane.
Slowly it began to fade and I fell back to Earth. I realized my ears were ringing and my vision had gone black. I fell backwards onto the bed, breathing hard. He kissed me, licked me, then stood up and looked down at me.
“Good girl,” he said. “You taste like heaven. You keep tasting like that and I won’t be able to stop.”
I laughed, not sure what else to do. I was giddy and dizzy with pleasure.
He smirked, leaned over me, kissed my lips.
Made me taste my cum on his tongue.
I returned that kiss eagerly.
He pulled back and looked at me. I felt my cheeks flush.
“Now, get some rest,” he said. “Forget about what happened tonight, at least for a while. We’ll have to talk about it tomorrow, but for now, just sleep.”
I chewed my lip. “What about you? You’re just fine?”
His eyes went dark for a moment but his smile never slipped. “You don’t worry about me, little birdie. I’ll handle myself.”
“I guess I should give you some privacy.” I grinned a little bit.
He laughed. “Darling, when I want to get off, I’ll make sure it’s deep between your legs.”
“Asshole.”
He walked to the bedroom door and lingered there. He looked back and for a moment, I thought I saw real worry in his expression. But he just turned and left, closing the door softly behind him.
I curled up in a ball on the bed and pulled the sheets over me. When I closed my eyes, I thought I’d see Pavel lying dead on the sidewalk.
Instead, I saw Leo’s eyes down between my legs, his tongue on my clit, his handsome face smirking as I came.
11
Leonid
I sent some messages that night and got a few hours’ sleep. In the morning, I stared at the ceiling and kept replaying what happened over and over in my head.
I couldn’t save him. If I had stopped him from driving down that street, maybe things could’ve been different. Something felt off, I knew it, Robin knew it, but Pavel just wouldn’t fucking listen to reason.
And so he got killed for it.
Fucking hell.
He was dead the moment he got out of that car. He knew it as well as I did. There was no surprise in his expression when I took out my gun and finished him off. There was no fear, no shock. Only a sad sort of resignation that there could be no more.
Stupid bastard.
I got up, ordered room service, and checked on Robin. She slept curled in a pile of blankets and pillows. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on fresh clothes. When I finished, the room service sat outside our door. I brought in the tray, drank some coffee, and sent a few more texts.
“Morning.” Robin lingered in the doorway. She wore a pair of dark panties, a fresh t-shirt, and a blanket draped over her shoulders like a shawl.
“Morning,” I said, gesturing at the breakfast cart. “Eat up. We’ve got business to attend today.”
“Yeah? Like what?” She walked over and sat on a chair, keeping the blanket wrapped around her.
I let my eyes drift up along her leg and felt myself stir with desire. I wanted her last night, wanted her so bad I nearly gave in to my impulse. Her delicious little cunt drove me wild and I knew I could take my pleasures out on her and leave her in a sweating little messy ball. But that’s not what she needed at the time. She needed something gentle, something nice to remind her that there’s good in this world, that life can be okay.
I don’t do gentle. I don’t do nice. When I fuck, I fuck.
She drank coffee and picked at toast.
“Meeting with Hedeon and a few others.”
“I thought you didn’t see the other guys in… whatever you call it.”
“We try to keep contact to a minimum. If we’re never all in the same room together, it’s less likely that anyone can take us all out at once. But sometimes we have to make exceptions.”
“I get that.”
“Hedeon needs to explain himself. There’s no reason we should’ve driven into a fucking ambush last night.”
She nodded and held her coffee under her lips. Steam rolled up against her skin.
“What do you think happened?”
“He got bad information. We need to know where it came from.”
“You think there’s a traitor?”
I took a deep breath and let it out through my nose. I hadn’t wanted to think about that, not yet at least, but she was right to ask.
“You need to understand something about our crew.” I reached out and picked up my coffee mug. “We’re not a normal gang. We don’t… operate like a normal crew.”
“I kind of gathered that.”
“We’re more like a secret society.”
“Like the Freemasons?”
“Sure. Or like the Skull and Bones Society. Shit like that.”
“Okay.” She made a face. “That’s a little weird.”
“Most of the guys grew up together. Hedeon was sort of their ringleader from the start. I’m one of the first members from outside their little friend group.”
“How many are there?”
“Ten in the core group. Ten guys started all this with Hedeon at the head.” I stood up, sipped my coffee, paced with it in my hands. “I met Hedeon right after they formed the group and made the commitment. He saw something in me, brought me into the fold. I’ve been working with them ever since, for a long fucking time at this point.”
“Commitment?” She shook her head. “You sound kind of nuts.”
“I know.” I stopped pacing. “You’re going to think it’s insane, but we have one goal.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“To control this city. No more Leone family, no more Volkov family. We’re going to be the power in Philadelphia, and we’re going to make this city a better fucking place to live.”
She stared at me with those wide pretty eyes.
Then laughed.
I grimaced and looked away.
“Sorry, it’s just… you’re killers. And you’re talking about making the city a better place to live.”
“The big families have been tearing the city apart for a long time. They’ve been carving it up into little kingdoms and going to war with each other. But when we’re in charge, no more wars, no more bullshit. Yeah, okay, we’ll still sell drugs and run girls and do all the illegal shit the other families did. But we’ll do it in an orderly fashion and bring everyone on board. Fewer profits, but less violence.”
“Idealistic. Weirdly idealistic.” She shook her head. “But you’ll be no better than the Leones or the Volkovs or
any other gang before them. It always comes back to violence and control.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but we have to let this shit play out to find out.”
She shook her head and wrapped her blanket tighter. I stared at her leg again and felt that thrill.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want you to understand who you’re working with and what our goals are. We’re not just some small-time douchebags trying to start a war. We’ve been preparing for this for years. We’re serious, we have muscle and money and manpower. And when it’s over, we plan on making changes. I want you on our side, little birdie, and not just because you’re mad at your uncle.”
“You want me to buy in.”
I shrugged. “I guess I do.”
She didn’t speak for a couple minutes. She picked at her toast and drank her coffee while I turned away and looked out the window. I wanted her to see the city the way I saw it, with all its twisted allegiances and avenues of violence.
I wanted her to taste the future the way I tasted it. A future where we’d be in control, where violence wouldn’t be the only way anymore.
“I’m not going to do that just yet,” she said. “But I’ll be open to it at least.”
I looked back. “That’s all I can ask for.”
She stood up and took off the blanket. She gave me a look, and I knew what she was thinking as she turned around and walked back to the bedroom door.
I watched her ass sway back and forth. She wanted me to look, and I couldn’t help myself.
She went inside, shut the door behind her, and started the shower.
Fucking hell, this girl. I’ve met strong women before, but none that drove me wild like her.
Sooner or later, she’d see shit my way.
* * *
I parked outside of an old abandoned elementary school. The grass had gone jungle-long and vines snaked up the fence. Other cars were parked all around, mostly locals looking for an easy spot, though I recognized a few.
“This way,” I said, getting out.
“Where are we going?” Robin climbed out her side and hurried to keep up with me. She wore black boots, high socks, short jean shorts, and a button-down flannel. Her hair was up in a tight bun.
“Inside.”
“This school?”
“Yep.” I angled away from the front door and snaked around the right side of the building. It was old red brick. The windows were covered in boards. Graffiti tags covered half the available surfaces.
“This is pretty weird.”
“I know, but trust me.” I pushed through a bunch of overgrown bushes and came out into a small clearing. A doorway was tucked into a small alcove on the left. I walked to it, knocked three times, then pushed it open.
The school was dark inside.
“I’m not in love with the idea of going in there.” Robin picked a leaf off her shoulder. “If I’m being honest with you.”
“I appreciate that honesty,” I said. “But we’re still going inside. So come on.”
I walked into a short hallway. I heard Robin hesitate then follow.
The hall led past a storage closet then up a flight of stairs. Double doors creaked open into a large room with a long bank of high windows on the far side. The ceiling was high with exposed steel beams. The floor was linoleum, cracked and peeling in places. The walls were painted cinder blocks. More doors were boarded up to the left. Trash, needles, empty cups, rat shit, spider webs, and other detritus covered half the floor, though the other half was swept away. Long tables were folded up and stacked against the far wall, except for one.
Hedeon sat at the head of the table with three other men. They all looked over as I approached.
“Gents,” I said.
“You brought the girl,” Hedeon said.
I nodded and gestured at her. “I thought she should be here for this, since she was there for the ambush.”
He flinched, but only slightly. “All right then.”
Robin looked around. “We’re meeting in an abandoned elementary school cafeteria?”
I nodded. “Got a problem?”
“Nope. Just bizarre.”
I gestured at the table. She sat down. I took the seat across from her.
The guy on my left was stocky, built like a bulldog, with spiky brown hair and a tight black button-down. He scowled at me, though Enrico always scowled.
“You’re late,” he said with a grunt. “We’ve been sitting in this rat-infested shithole, waiting for the last ten minutes.”
“Traffic,” I said.
“Don’t be smart,” Enrico said.
“Gentlemen,” Hedeon said. “Enough of that. We’re here to discuss the events of last night.”
“Pavel’s dead,” Aldman said. He was muscular, pale, with a thick beard and blue eyes. “Last night was an epic, incredible fuck-up. A failure of immense proportions.”
“We get it,” Enrico said. “And we aren’t surprised. Leo’s been a little too loose with the rules. For example, this fucking girl, in this fucking place.”
Hedeon scowled. “Enrico, enough.”
Enrico grunted and snapped his jaw shut. I could see his fingers turn white.
He didn’t like me much. He was one of the original guys in the crew, and he’d been against new members from the start.
“This isn’t about the girl.” Hedeon stared around the table. “She didn’t cause this. In fact, according to Leo, she tried to stop it.”
“Pavel wouldn’t listen,” I said.
“I find that hard to believe.” Enrico sneered at me.
“If I have to speak to you one more time, Enrico, I will tell you to leave.”
Enrico grunted and shut his mouth.
“What happened out there?” I asked, ignoring Enrico. He just wanted to bait me into some bullshit fight and I didn’t have the time or energy for his petty political squabbles. “You sent me there with no information and no time to plan. You’ve got to admit, Hedeon, that’s a little suspect.”
The third man spoke up, his eyes narrowed. He was broad and intense with dark eyes and dark hair. He wore a slim suit and leaned forward on his elbows.
“Are you suggesting Hedeon set you up?” Reid asked.
“I’m not, but I’m suggesting someone did.”
Hedeon rubbed his temples. “The information was reliable.”
“And yet a bunch of guys with fucking assault rifles tried to gun us down. And succeeded in killing Pavel.”
“I’m aware.” Hedeon leaned toward me. “And yet I still trust my source.”
“Why aren’t we thinking about the girl as a possible leak?” Aldman asked. “She’s from their family. So what if they tried to kill her? Could’ve been a ruse from the start.”
“I didn’t leak anything,” Robin said.
Enrico made a face. “Don’t talk, little bit—”
He didn’t finish that. I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the top of the table.
He gasped and groaned, throwing himself backwards and falling off the table. He landed on his ass, rolled to the side, and jumped to his feet. His eyes were raging and blood leaked from his nose.
I looked up at him, not bothering to stand. “Talk to her like that again.”
“Sit down, Enrico,” Hedeon said. “On the other side of the table, please.”
Enrico looked at him. “You saw what he just did. You can’t just—”
“Sit the fuck down,” Hedeon said and slammed his hands on the tabletop.
The room went still. Even Robin seemed to sense something was off with that gesture.
Hedeon never lost his cool. I’d never seen him angry, not once in all the time we’d worked together. He was the most reliable man I had ever met, and an outburst like that was more than a little disconcerting.
“Yeah, fine,” Enrico said. “But this isn’t over.”
“Never is,” I said.
Enrico walked around the table, glared at
Robin, and sat at the far end.
“Unfortunately, Leo has a point,” Reid said. “Your information was bad, whether you want to admit it or not. We need to know where it came from.”
“The source is reliable.” Hedeon frowned at them. “He’s given me good information in the past. Some very, very good information.”
“But you have an insider,” I said. “Someone that might be playing both sides.”
“Yes, that’s a possibility.” He didn’t look like he thought so, though.
“Stop playing these spy games, Hedeon. We deal with all this secrecy because your methods have been successful so far. But this is a big deal, one of the original members is dead. We can’t just ignore this.” Reid looked angry, almost barely restrained.
“I’ve been getting information from Rolan Volkov.”
Robin sucked in a breath. Her eyes were wide and her face turned a paler shade of white.
“He’s a minor cousin, yeah?” Aldman shook his head. “Why the hell would he turn?”
“He’s been unhappy in the family for a long time,” Hedeon said. “I’ve been working him as an asset for years. And just these last few months, he’s been giving me information. This is the first time it’s proven unreliable.”
I stared at Robin. She looked down at the table and I could tell she was uncomfortable. She wanted to say something but was having trouble.
“Robin,” I said.
Her eyes snapped up. “Yes?”
“What do you think about that?”
She looked around. All the men stared at her, including Enrico.
“Rolan wouldn’t turn on the family.” She spoke in a very soft voice. “He loves Uncle Maksim.”
“You’re his cousin,” Hedeon said. “You claim to have turned on them.”
“They tried to kill me, and I’m only… a half-breed, not full Russian. But Rolan’s full Russian and he’s always been treated well. I can’t imagine…” She trailed off, shaking her head.